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Friday, October 13, 2006

I've no idea on exactly what I'm going to post. I've no idea why is this happening. So I guess I'm going to bump around stuffs and please , if you gain nothing after reading , pardon me. I'm blurred with my unknown tiredness today.


Awaiting long enough for this moment, how much have I blistered along this path. How much trouble I stained myself with, how childish was I to grow to now, how much I ranted and grumbled within these years of golden shine. How foolish I looked with that hair style all the way till date, I'm a bloody botak. How many friends I've acquainted, how many foes have I made. How I yearned for that imprisonment to end just few months ago. How I wish it can last just a few more years. How long have I waited for this moment, how long will I be away from this day coming tomorrow.


Tomorrow, marks the end of my being in school. With happiness tinged with hesitation, where am I ?






From that moment, I've been feeling blessed. How is it so, though sometimes is a no wonder to be curious and unsure of my moving chess? I'm sure of moving ahead, but obstacles came crumpling on my chess. I'm standing up again, for the 4th time to face it. I backed and I'm here again fetching. Grr..



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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