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Sunday, July 15, 2007
12:07 AM

Sighs. Came online as soon as i could. Didn't want a similar incident to repeat itself.

Who knew that the com was so screwed up, thanks to fatone for dl-ing all his crap here.

Wanted to have a proper chat for once since days dragged on. Hope that this won't cause any misunderstandings. Can't log on msn for some weird reasons. Gonna grill the fatone tmr and see what he has done.

OKAYS! Time for a summation for today. Morning was alright. My resolve to do productive things with the time i had waned as more distractions came. The smses kinda kept me on track. Only managed to settle econs file and part of maths file today. Gonna finish 2-3 tutorials if i have the DISCIPLINE tmr.

Hudinator called, saying there was a GUEST speaker for youth today. Since the family thing was postponed to next week, i was free. It was a pleasant surprise to see Prasad there today. Man. He used to be our youth pastor and the one who really made christianity more than just a religion. While we had our quarrels and unhappy moments, no one could actually say that he wasn't the best youth pastor we had. The sermon he gave today seemed too short. I could only think back while he preached. He looked as if these 2 years have never passed but looking at one another and seeing how we have grown and come into our own, it kinda fills me with mixed feelings.

Played some card game after dinner with the youth at macs. At least this could be a bonding session since we're all so caught up in our current lives that we're hardly as bonded as we were, compared to the past. This feeling of familiarity kinda sticks on me.

give?