15.7.05
YES the end of season. time enough to slack and wait long long. I feel... invigorated. I have a feeling that falling asleep in chinese is no longer an option, either =p
bleahh my exercise schedule is seriously screwded. i week no run no pullup no stadium my arms turn to jelly my abdomen suddenly got spare tire. therefore double (triple! quadruple!) effort next week.
blahh i forgot to go to rgs guitar concert today. sorry >. i go tomorrow and... pay double? =p
the hk band came today but i missed half of it 'cause of IH debates. at least we won, and we won well. buckley, next week, then we can eat lunch again.
bleahh this is the season for breakups. throw a paperball into a crowd of teenagers and you're sure to hit someone who just parted with another fellow. so what do you lose? a constant stream of smses, someone to talk for hours on end, all the 'muakz muakz ilu ilu'. well.
actually there is another part to this, but i am just being immature and conveniently ignore it (:
ilu. its damn insincere; it takes 8 keypresses to send this. cannot spell, hor?
haha but there are couples who are really
in love. you aren't in love just because you think you are. in fact, they are in love not because they really are, but merely want to be and just grab whatever loose string that ties them down and thrusts them into that category. these like to brag about it a lot.
right, hor?you know when the first thing your friends say upon seeing her is a 'she looks like crap'. bloody hell do you think we care? =p
blah. why force it? why grab any old crush/infatuation, and squeeze any vestigial feelings out of that just to gain entry into that oh-so-desirable club. blahh. only referring to certain people larh.
then why do we wonder why people break up? there was nothing happening in the first place.
this is a strange world when people declare their love through pressing plastic squares, and somehow feeling
gratified by an equally plastic response. where people broadcast their innermost feelings through blogs (where msn messenger is a basic necessity. and where people just have to send 'talaq' three times by sms to do something really unpleasant.
haha i can still remember sending those smses =p
the barber went crazy again. "你认为怎样好看就做吧。" >.<
ate your heart out at 11:56 PM
