i open this window like half an hour ago.
but i just cant get started to typing.
althou ive so many things to get off my chest.

met up with the wtf-bud to head down to sp for the first day of ivp 08/09.
am surprised that bitch still rmber the way to squash court. unfun. lol.
everything just made me feel so.. old. dislodged.
like i trespassed that place; when ivp@sp was such a big event in the past.
with many memories to boot, of course.
moral of story: i feel old.

the nxt chunk of slanted words were all tot out last nite. but somehow wording entries nicely b4 sleep is always damn easy, but impossible when i get to typing it down.

i cant help but feel scared these few days,
despite everything; the past and the present.

this time, i have no idea where all these will end.
althou this time round it would be much more.. proper than the last.

althou you did once shatter everything,
my mind chose not to remember all that hurt.
but that doesnt mean im gg to let history repeat itself. never.
because a repitition would shatter the last ounce of my goodwill for u.

it will always be just you and i.
because, after (& despite) everything,
i still dont see us.

k the mood is totally spoilt by another failed attempt by g. to organise a retards outing.
i shld give up PERMANENTLY.
seriously.