I saw it again. The biggest unresolved regret that remains unsettled. No one can help me.
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I'll end up abandoning everyone again. It happens at the end of every educational institute I've been in. After I leave the school, I leave them behind as well. Discarded unknowingly thinking that contacts will still be kept. See them in 5 years being the irritant trying to remember my name. I'm uncaring. I'm alone. I've never had any real ones. How many am I still in contact with? 2. The so called "La Familia" that used to be? It will all be forgotten. Like every other year. Friends. I'll never find them.
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It's all irrelevant. I find myself being stricken with fear, guilt and jealousy. The righteous compass is ruined but then again, whose compass would that be? In this forrest of uncertainties the more I solve the puzzles the more questions I have. Questions, questions, questions! All I have are questions that cannot be answered or have varying answers. Not one definite answer. I need the answers I seek. Don't wish to be lost like the retarded walking the streets thinking they know what they're doing, using the words that they think carry the right meaning. All is lost yet all is not. In this vast uncertainty we call life, I have a shining beacon that tries its very best to guide me the right way but I abuse and vandalise that beacon. Till when will the lighthouse stand my incessant abuse. How long will it stand? Already I am unstable but what would happen if that beacon were to be gone. What would then happen to me?
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Fear. That's all there is.
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whodoitrustwhatdoido. mindgoingcrazy.tiredfromthinking.solution=none. ifonlyihadaclearpathbutnothingiscertain.nothingisevercertainunderthesecircumstances. humansselfishbastards.wearescumbyourselves.ifonlyihadsomeonetotalktoabouthis. confusedangryretardedeven.painisrelative.thoughtsareambiguous. whatwillibecomeattheendofitall.
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I will be having an orgasm at Takashimaya tomorrow afternoon. If I can find what it is I've been searching for for months there, I shall have an orgasm there tomorrow afternoon. I'll probably have difficulty sleeping just imagining holding it, caressing it, stroking it, having it in my arms with a smile on my face and random giggling to occur throughout the night. *Cue for a wide ear to ear smile.
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I've seen this butt-grabber twice. He's an acquaintance from way back in Secondary School which itself is a period of time in my life, I hate to talk about. Met him on bus 12 2-3 weeks ago grabbing his new girl's butt as they got off the bus and walked. Met him again last week, his hand on her firm buttocks. I'm not saying it's wrong but he has every right to do so with a girl with that kinda ass. I hate being compared by my Mother's friends. "Ouh, he choose that course? Don't think can get job ah." "His course must be easy. My son's course the subjects according to the teacher getting 2.0 GPA is good already" "He apply for Arts and Social Science? That's like where they dump people who can't get anywhere else right?" Hey, at least I have my 3.0 GPA. At least my GPA offers some sort of chance and qualifications to submit to a University. And what do you mean, Arts and Social Sciences are for people who can't go anywhere else? I want to go there. That's my decision. How dare they have the audacity to say those things about me when their own sons are down the crapper. FYI, I have a friend that's in Arts and Social Science and she was there because she wanted to. Not because she had no choice. She had a passion and she followed it and I believe she's doing pretty well there as well. Man, I hope I get into NUS's Arts and Social Science, pass my scholarship interview and then I'll be the last one laughing. *Cue for evil smile and maniacal laughter. Mmmm...Ginger Beer..
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I saw it again. The biggest unresolved regret that remains unsettled. No one can help me.
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I'll end up abandoning everyone again. It happens at the end of every educational institute I've been in. After I leave the school, I leave them behind as well. Discarded unknowingly thinking that contacts will still be kept. See them in 5 years being the irritant trying to remember my name. I'm uncaring. I'm alone. I've never had any real ones. How many am I still in contact with? 2. The so called "La Familia" that used to be? It will all be forgotten. Like every other year. Friends. I'll never find them.
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It's all irrelevant. I find myself being stricken with fear, guilt and jealousy. The righteous compass is ruined but then again, whose compass would that be? In this forrest of uncertainties the more I solve the puzzles the more questions I have. Questions, questions, questions! All I have are questions that cannot be answered or have varying answers. Not one definite answer. I need the answers I seek. Don't wish to be lost like the retarded walking the streets thinking they know what they're doing, using the words that they think carry the right meaning. All is lost yet all is not. In this vast uncertainty we call life, I have a shining beacon that tries its very best to guide me the right way but I abuse and vandalise that beacon. Till when will the lighthouse stand my incessant abuse. How long will it stand? Already I am unstable but what would happen if that beacon were to be gone. What would then happen to me?
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Fear. That's all there is.
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whodoitrustwhatdoido. mindgoingcrazy.tiredfromthinking.solution=none. ifonlyihadaclearpathbutnothingiscertain.nothingisevercertainunderthesecircumstances. humansselfishbastards.wearescumbyourselves.ifonlyihadsomeonetotalktoabouthis. confusedangryretardedeven.painisrelative.thoughtsareambiguous. whatwillibecomeattheendofitall.
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I will be having an orgasm at Takashimaya tomorrow afternoon. If I can find what it is I've been searching for for months there, I shall have an orgasm there tomorrow afternoon. I'll probably have difficulty sleeping just imagining holding it, caressing it, stroking it, having it in my arms with a smile on my face and random giggling to occur throughout the night. *Cue for a wide ear to ear smile.
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I've seen this butt-grabber twice. He's an acquaintance from way back in Secondary School which itself is a period of time in my life, I hate to talk about. Met him on bus 12 2-3 weeks ago grabbing his new girl's butt as they got off the bus and walked. Met him again last week, his hand on her firm buttocks. I'm not saying it's wrong but he has every right to do so with a girl with that kinda ass. I hate being compared by my Mother's friends. "Ouh, he choose that course? Don't think can get job ah." "His course must be easy. My son's course the subjects according to the teacher getting 2.0 GPA is good already" "He apply for Arts and Social Science? That's like where they dump people who can't get anywhere else right?" Hey, at least I have my 3.0 GPA. At least my GPA offers some sort of chance and qualifications to submit to a University. And what do you mean, Arts and Social Sciences are for people who can't go anywhere else? I want to go there. That's my decision. How dare they have the audacity to say those things about me when their own sons are down the crapper. FYI, I have a friend that's in Arts and Social Science and she was there because she wanted to. Not because she had no choice. She had a passion and she followed it and I believe she's doing pretty well there as well. Man, I hope I get into NUS's Arts and Social Science, pass my scholarship interview and then I'll be the last one laughing. *Cue for evil smile and maniacal laughter. Mmmm...Ginger Beer..
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By post:
lies
happy
Kutner
Normalcy
even stars break.
Do you see what I see
3am, sort off
grace looks back
abandon all
nothing's worth it
By month:
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
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Edit: Syed
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Syed.
19. Going 20
Temasek Poly
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I'll tell of the other things I saw there. - The Inferno, Canto 1
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