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Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Day The Music Lived
The keyboard feels foreign. Not good.
Havn't touched a computer for 2 weeks. Havn't touched a piano for 2 weeks. Havn't drank coke for 2 weeks.
And even smokers get to smoke. That doesn't make any sense at all.
Nothing there does though.
It's getting scary, because things keep changing around my neighbourhood, such that the whole place is starting to feel less and less like home.
In Tekong, nothing changes.
Moca wrote @ 12:55 AM
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
Purge
'Slows movement and attack speeds by a factor of 5. Removes all magical buffs from the target unit.'
Right now it seems like a worthwhile sacrifice.
And so begins my last 'emo' post before I head into camp. I... actually have no idea why I'm here, probably because I've finally run out of people to talk to. I am trying very hard not to think of the coming experience as the beginning of a new life, where I just turn into someone else over the next 2 years and finally grow up.
Nah.
I'm not so much worried about the whole thing. Yet? Right now I'm viewing it still as at worst a major annoyance in my life, preventing me from going off and pursuing things that I want. Which, of course, may not be such a bad thing, given what I really want now.
Throughout all of last night I felt some sort of... constriction in my chest, as if there were some weight upon it, or someone was crushing it together. And I have absolutely no idea why. In fact I'm still feeling it now, just to a lesser degree. It feels as though it's affecting my breathing, even though it's not. Weird. If I were ever to study Biology it would be for the simple reason of answering funny questions or explaining things like this.
I should probably go and pack some of my stuff but I can't really bring myself to. I think if there were a Never Never Land for teenagers I'd check myself in there for eternity.
God this is stupid. I should stop before I end up saying something that I'd really regret.
Moca wrote @ 10:45 AM
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Downhill Battle
I found a crossbow today. Can't really remember where I bought it from but it still shoots really well. Anything from inks of used pens to toothpicks can be utilised as bolts, to varying degrees of effectiveness. I remember my brother shooting himself at pointblank with a toothpick to test how strong it was to very entertaining results.
All my things are dying again. And since I'm not gonna be using them much over the next 2 years I'm in no real hurry to get them fixed.
It's nice, to every now and then see a Christian who doesn't readily condemn people from other/no religions.
Moca wrote @ 1:32 AM
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Double-Kill
In a single night, I have successfully lost the respect of quite possibly the only two people that had any for me.
Moca wrote @ 12:11 AM
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Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Wrapped
For the second year in a row I feel so... detached again, for New Year's. I thought of typing a post that would allow me to recap everything that I've been through this year, but I can't really bring myself to take that trip. I never liked... dwelling in the past, thinking about things that went well just makes you nostalgic and long for something you can't have (Gatsby) and thinking about things that sucked just makes you feel miserable for no reason.
I make it a point not to regret things that I've missed out on, either by resolving to get them done or rationalising them away. But for the first time I've encountered regrets which cannot be resolved either way. And hence this last week has been uncharacteristically of regret for me.
When you're a student it seems your biggest worry is that of the upcoming exams, which to me was absolutely no worry at all. So I basically had no worries. Adults worry about... well, life. (Should stop speaking like that. I'm not a kid anymore) But I have no idea how people make that transition from a teenager to an adult. Some of my peers have done that ages ago. I find that I obviously want to remain as a kid. I thought a year or so ago that I was responsible enough to face things that I now know that I could never have done so.
I've learned alot this year. And for better or worse found the persona that I enjoy being. Every year also I become more... tolerant, of small little things that arn't worth my time to get angry over. By, of course, laughing at them. Okay i'm digressing.
I wonder if I'm the only person who dares to tell God to 'wait'.
Moca wrote @ 12:18 PM
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