Sunday, February 26, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
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Rate my personality. Please?
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Rate my personality. Please?
Thursday, February 09, 2006
rantings.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Damn, I never thought I could be so emo at night
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
I lie awake thinking back at the life I have lived. These moments have become more common these few days. Something's not letting me rest without me going back in time in my head.
I remember my first dated memory, waking from sleep, craving for a glass of milk. My first inherited blue BMX bicycle. Art lessons in YCK community centre. Swimming lessons at YCK community swimming pool. Weekend dinners at my cousin's house. Tution. My first taste of non-existance. My first failure. Embarrassment. Shock. Disappointment. Tears. Addiction. The gap in my life. The past.
Mere ponderings or harbringer of things to come?
I wonder, what ARE these memories for. What is the function of reminisce?
Like Scrooge, I beg. Let me go of these memories... let me sleep...
Let me go to my dreams that would bring me peace...
Or...
... let me face my nightmares . . . . . . . . . . . .
I remember my first dated memory, waking from sleep, craving for a glass of milk. My first inherited blue BMX bicycle. Art lessons in YCK community centre. Swimming lessons at YCK community swimming pool. Weekend dinners at my cousin's house. Tution. My first taste of non-existance. My first failure. Embarrassment. Shock. Disappointment. Tears. Addiction. The gap in my life. The past.
Mere ponderings or harbringer of things to come?
I wonder, what ARE these memories for. What is the function of reminisce?
Like Scrooge, I beg. Let me go of these memories... let me sleep...
Let me go to my dreams that would bring me peace...
Or...
... let me face my nightmares . . . . . . . . . . . .
