Monday, Night.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Terensu feels : tired.
It caught the attention of a lot of people sitting for the Prep-preliminaries.
Memories. WTF?!? I was choking. It can't be!
But heck. Anyone who has 15-17 years of memory would find this topic interesting, hands down.
Okay, not everyone.
I wrote a simple short story for the question.
Typical guy meets fucking materialistic girl and gets crushed.
It made me bleed inside a little, but who cares, I'm in the mood for self-torturing.
Sadomasochism at its best.
Err, rather, emo at its best.
After the relaxing test, I went with Geng and Sing Ee to Dhoby Ghaut to get our hands on some machines. It was fun, but we ended up either broke or close to being broke. Sing Ee went home via NE line, and me and Geng An...well...he fell asleep on the train due to fatigue and I told him to go home to sleep.
Sleep. A waste of time, yet so essential for survival.
Oh, crap. Gotta get my mind off the essay.
I came back and played more FlyFF. Then helped a friend on a little research.
School of Design is hard work. O.o
So, yea, there goes another day. Wasted.
I'll probably waste tomorrow, too.
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Terensu ; WinterDarKnight.
Let it Rain.
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