Friday, Night
Friday, February 23, 2007
Mood-de-rator : Tired.
I'm tired.
Of school, of relationships, of the pains I'm having, of everything.
I've failed to be a retard. They're lucky to be oblivious of this all.
Pains in the right brain...a possible stroke symptom. I don't know. But if I did get a stroke, wonderful. I'll be bedridden.
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Alright, maybe not so wonderful.
Of school...you'll be sick and tired if your report-card-to-be is going to be all underlined - in other words, 'red ants' - a big fat 'Ang Pao' for CNY.
Of relationships...well...I don't know whether to break it out with Rita or not. I've woken from my dream, and I realised how foolish I was. No matter how much I hate being a realist, I'll still have to face it : she still has a life to live. I must not be selfish. I'll hurt her when she comes online...it's better than hurting her deeper and deeper as time goes by.
So now, I guess I'm a free man, and I bet I'll be going after some girl again.
Refrain will be a hard task to accomplish. It's animal instinct vs. reality. I guess reality doesn't allow it.
Survive the 'O's, talk about courtship later....at least try to.
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"Come on Terence, it's better to break her heart now than to scar it in the long run!"
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Right, I'll do just that. It'll be harsh on the girl but...AHH! Screw it! Screw this...this...this...whatever!
I'm just plain tired!
...,
Terensu the CraftKnight.
Let it Rain.
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