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Monday, January 04, 2010

after today, with the conversations, i kind of realise i might just totally suck as a person. as in a human being who might actually be intellectual and have a considerable statistic of EQ.

fuck. is an understatement. argh.

anyway, midst all that fuckshit that's happening.
catching up was fun.
yesterday was the primary school class gathering.
and its funny to hear the stories.
remembering the people i havent met since 12.
its just fun and those were the times that things didnt matter. anger and misconceptions were at its least. and simple was the apt way to put it.
and its great that everyone's gone to do great things in their lives.
the happily ever afters, the ambitions.
but i start to ponder on my ambitions. and the direction things would lead me.

so when i was listening to fahms' stories about the things that happened recently.
it occurred to me that, planning is just part and parcel of it all.
cos seriously, many things are fixed, in a way of another.
living through it and getting over them are the main things that would matter.

and so, even though i totally have got no idea which country i'll end up in in 2 years time, and whether things are actually going the way they seem. i shall just live by the second. and maybe, expectations are now just a point taken. this is totally not ambitious but yeah, perhaps its just the best way out when everythings not said, nor sure of.

though i gotta admit. its kinda killing me inside. cos time is ticking.

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