rowlandanthonyimperial
Thursday, May 1, 2008
00:55
déchiré entre ceci et celui.
No buttercup.
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We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, we have left undone those things ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.
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It takes a lot of effort to be laborious on Labor day. Today is Labor day, if you did not realize. A day where everyone is either
stoning and watching the vast expanse of nothingness, like me,
listening to
Tamil (mind you,
Tamil) Sri Lankan music, like Nalaka,
watching The Other Boleyn Girl and getting enjoyably pissed after watching it, like Amanda,
fleeing away from their homes, like Ian and Danusha who are here in Lor N Telok Kurau,
or lying down on a minuscule couch reading This Earth of Mankind with eyes closed, like Savy.
Such a boring and useless day. Seriously.
I'd rather have lessons in school.
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Yesterday, I saw you before the sun shone its last. You unrelentingly made my day.
You left me with a smile.
I looked for you throughout the night. Glanced to the left, to the right. You were nowhere to be found. Still, I kept on singing. I wished you were there.
I miss you today.
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I woke up today. The dream engraved itself inside my mind, a memory that will never be erased. It was the second longest conversation I've had with you ever since I met you. Still, it was only in a dream.
I know that you know when we had our longest talk.
I miss that day. That night. That day. Whatever.
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