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emotions comeback intervention time


Monday, November 30, 2009 !@#$% 12:36 PM

Kayotic

For the record, I can spell. I just thought of renaming my thumb drive, and maybe my entire CrimsadoGeek play list and blog, and filing everything under Kayotic. Unoriginal, but baby, I don't really give a damn. I haven't really been replying to messages in my inbox. I've been putting off one text after the other, not that many people are texting me, just that I'm too lazy to reply. So I ignore. I want to ignore everything for now.

Guess I really have to start hitting the books, huh? The year hasn't even started and I'm already running out of time. Pretty ironic, isn't it? Then again, most things in life are ironic. I need to start thinking of my future, or at least which tertiary I'd like to enter after O's (if I make it, that is). I'm feeling more than a slight discomfort, overly thinking that I'm never gonna make it to anywhere. Ya know how one speaks of escape in stories? Well, in real life, there isn't so much of an escape. Run, hide, wander. But never escape. I detest that, but yet live with it.

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Realize how much I'm mocking Akanishi Jin in this shot? Because tongue pictures will never be the new black, baby. :D But somehow, Nazirah, Atikah and Nyssa pulled off the photograph quite nicely. I looked like I was sick to the stomach while Dayya just looked like... well, Dayya (who's a retarded little minx which I love). I miss this bunch. There was once a plan that we were gonna spend Tuesday afternoon on the sandy beach of Siloso. Well, I'm not a part of that anymore, am I? But as said to Dayya, 6packs will be 6packs no matter what. So don't be saddened by my absence- just make sure you guys swing by to give me leftover food or something (and the shades!). L:D I'm not even sure if the plan is a go actually. pft. We are the losers who can never stick to one plan once it's out of our mouths. The beauty.

I've been spending too much time on picnik. pft.


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