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Thursday, December 23, 2004
Ah yes, the end of the year. Enough of looking at looking at people my age pak tor on buses (cantonese for canoodling), I need to do some of my own.
Maybe I'm joking, hopefully not. Enough of looking at aaron chee and comparing myself to him, we are incomparable. Enough of acquiescing to unspoken threats Enough of paper tigers Enough of vacillation and slouching To hell with ye sins, damnation on ye all! The commonwealth essay is completed. The tunnel at the end of the light is coming now... time to face it with squared shoulders and bated breath. One more year, 365 days, many more seconds. No more wasted time, missed opportunities. Grab them by the throat and shake hard. Always the rock music, and ungelled hair. Talk to random people on buses If you don't dare to speak to her, things ain't never going anywhere Make sure she's the right one first Even if she isn't, try anyway Be nice to her Have fun Love her if you want to There might be something at the end, but that's not the point Walk on With or without you I still haven't found what I'm looking for Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to you all! Time to rock and roll (we will rock you) Somebody said that at 1:35 AM - x - - x -
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