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Monday, January 24, 2005 [[]]


i feel i'm fast approaching that fork in the road, again. that magical crossroads, where you decide, which way you wanna go. do you speak out? or do you keep it in. am i simply using another to get over one? or what? i really dunno. should i? shouldnt i?

do i dare to even attempt it again? or should i be chicken-shit and suffer in silence. it's times like this, where irony sets in. the whole damn situation is ironic. its so ironic, i can't even begin to start to untangle it and explain to anyone the whole thing. irony, haha. as a lit student, i guess i can fully appreciate the irony.

ahhh... i'm so tempted. but.

what.

if i.

screw it up.



again.

"to be or not to be...that is the question." - Hamlet

tai's blog's heading is really truly, erm.. for want of a better word: true. haha. 'long gone are the days where we had no troubles and worries... will i ever find you again?' ok, maybe the last part isn't quite applicable. but in a way, it is. argh, i'm not making sense. what i mean is, those carefree days of when our biggest troubles were styaing back to finish homework for that cranky maths teacher, or sleeping in social studies class for 2 years (haha) or getting called in by CF for a verbal trashing, haha, i rather have those than the so many multitude of responsibilities, heavier work load and troubles and decisions to make now. i look at the background of the photo in tai's blog and see the sec 3/ sec 4 block of classrooms with the familiar track and those days of fellowship and carefree-ness, and...

i wonder... where did they go? did we grow up so fast? can we no longer go back to those days? will be spend the remainder of our days till our dying day, dreaming of those childhood/teenage days which slip through our fingers like smoke. fleeting, ever present, tantalising but not substantial, only, ethereal. i wish i could go back in time back to SJI. i certainly would have lived a different life then, gripe less, get invovled more, enjoyed every day like it was the last.

cruel reality just hits anyway, and i'm jerked back to the present. should i reveal myself? or should i walk away from this. gah.


`donovan. |8:35 PM|