Friday, July 27, 2007
its 1:36am of 28/07/07.
i am typing my blog entry in the middle of the morning.
i'm always doing this.
i must be demented.
and its always after a mad rush of homework.
the details of the ending of the seventh book of JK Rowling keeps buzzing around my ear, and i sort of know the ending now.
not like i want to know. but everybody just keeps freaking discusses openly about it.
not suprisingly, flea figured out something was wrong with me on thurs.
recently, new thoughts have been arising in my mind. new perceptions. new feelings. the same-old helplessness.
life is filled with imperfections; mine is full of holes and not a perfect rounded one with no edges. everytime i meet a hole, i will be reminded of the other holes that i have once crossed paths with. yet, after the common routine, i will realize that there are still paths for me to walk to cross, even if i have to take the long way around the hole. the feeling of de-javu, de-javus. yet, it is only a sphere, and i feel i only made that great an effort to come back to the same point. what great achievements i have made, do not ask of me, for i have nothing to contribute and be proud about.
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