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Thursday, July 19, 2007
9:51 PM

If intentions and thoughts were energy, words must the waves by which they are transmitted.

Usual routine in the morning. Feels weird but right.

2 men down and school felt so different. The revision sapped me totally. I felt as if this was only the start of some super long marathon. Worn out by the time i stepped out of class after chem. Even so, i wasn't released from the bondage of the heavy responsibilities of a JC student. I was squeezed by the fears of not doing enough. This WAS weird! I never ever felt it this strongly before. Feels like a slow but imminent suffocation.

Spoke to her. Wrong place, wrong time, and wrong mood. I'm starting to suck at these kind of things. I was never so tongue-tied or at a loss so frequently before. This IS weird. But somehow, i get the feeling that i have never been more right.

Dropped by to show L some love since he was absent and poor thing had some bandage. Felt bad that i had to leave so soon cos of the heavy workload for tomorrow ):

bared