Saturday, May 01, 2010
I forgot it that today is Saturday. @ 08:57
Do you guys still remember that it's been a year since that TOEFL test we had at March? Or a year since the awaited National Exams we passed at April?
Yes, everyone, it's been a year since we shared our deepest hopes, stories, wishes and opinions in front of the bonfire on a midnight--convincing each other to walk faithfully towards the future without forgetting where we all came from and whom were we fighting with at a villa at May. And a year, too, since our school's Graduation Day. Since we hugged the teachers with a bitter smile lingering our face; Since the very last time I met Saicchi without telling him anything.
It's a year, everyone. 365 days. 52 weeks, 12 months, and it also does be a year that I swallowed every single days in it without moving and seeing the future we dreamed together of which you all have been undoubtedly seen with bright eyes. Now that you're a big leap apart in front of me, what should I do to reach you?
I regret it that recalling the days always makes me drowning beyond the old ones. And I regret it that I remember that the month has changed.
Pretty much alike with what non-workers usually get troubled with, isn't it.
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Saturday, May 01, 2010
I forgot it that today is Saturday. @ 08:57
Do you guys still remember that it's been a year since that TOEFL test we had at March? Or a year since the awaited National Exams we passed at April?
Yes, everyone, it's been a year since we shared our deepest hopes, stories, wishes and opinions in front of the bonfire on a midnight--convincing each other to walk faithfully towards the future without forgetting where we all came from and whom were we fighting with at a villa at May. And a year, too, since our school's Graduation Day. Since we hugged the teachers with a bitter smile lingering our face; Since the very last time I met Saicchi without telling him anything.
It's a year, everyone. 365 days. 52 weeks, 12 months, and it also does be a year that I swallowed every single days in it without moving and seeing the future we dreamed together of which you all have been undoubtedly seen with bright eyes. Now that you're a big leap apart in front of me, what should I do to reach you?
I regret it that recalling the days always makes me drowning beyond the old ones. And I regret it that I remember that the month has changed.
Pretty much alike with what non-workers usually get troubled with, isn't it.
Labels: Spam
i my me mine.
you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.
