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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
There's only one word to describe me.
Name: Shawn/Randy/Tatsuya
School:Singapore Polytechnic
Age: 17
Birthday: 14th May 1993

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Kenneth.


Wednesday, August 18, 2010 { 4:31 AM }

It all seemed so long ago, on second hand, not so long ago. A couple of months? We're not friends, just distant people who need to talk to one another from the need of CCA involvement? NYAA. That last small and tiny bridge that links me to her.

How has life progressed for me? I know you will love me, the way. . . (Y) I like the song Colourful. Very nice. hahah.

It's 4.34am. Everyone's already nicely tucked into bed, and here i am blogging. What happened to do math? I SWEAR I AM GONNA DO TMR. NO ACTIVITIES. I WILL DO MATH. CBCBCBCBCB. HAHAHA.

I live in the past. The past is my present, there's not much of a future. Memories. That's what lives in the photographic memory of me. Elusive, that's the way i think. I am the factor that changes my future, shapes my destiny. I live for the sake of 1 reason, to live my life. Without a doubt, it's always there. The thoughts that corrupt me. Destroying my way of thinking. What else is left?

I have abandoned hope. What lies in wait? For my near future? I am the one to find out.
I have abandoned love. there's no one to love, no one to care for. I don't really even care for myself.
I have abandoned trust. There's no one i trust. Not even myself.
I have abandoned believe. No plans, no belief, no Justice.
I have abandoned Myself. The world not in need of me.
But, no one has abandoned me.

Dear Viper, Back and forth you wander, one day, you'll find the desired road you've always wanted to walk.