Saturday, February 07, 2009
haha. its like a brave song, a real song, and a shameless song.the same way one is addicted to the smell of fanta exotic. just a whiff will bring me back to res year, i can tell. or how you learn that highlighters are for highlighting. defo not for writing. they are shite for when one writes.today is the day of keeping of things. things that may be unearthed and utilized someday, perhaps for a very different reason. or maybe the same reasons still, but in a different era in life altogether. today i achieved. even in the minutest of effects, i achieved. even did the roomate proud. at some stage there has to be a turnaround, even if it seems completely unlikely or somehow never perceived as an eventual. a little faith is all you need. that, and a bit of butter (cake).guitar hero tres addictive and wii boxing makes my arms hurt after two rounds. thats all im saying. gaming central makes me love these boys more hehe hehe hehe.ah shite. im sleeping later and later every day. which is baaad. all hell break loose come 6.45 monday.today was a day of flowers. a cap to dog-gone days of perilous persistence to stay in. a memory coup and recoup. a long winded, tunnelled, wishy-washy pile of moments, like a mountain made of bubbles from a nice foamy bubble-bath.today was today.
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