we do need a moment of break to avert from those stressful pile of lecture
notes thats still lying flat there, waiting for provisional mugger like us to lay
our grudgingly hands on it. *faints..
here you go: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ch-z5s2JabY
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i think restrictions makes everything more uh. fun. yea. if i'm not allowed to stay
out at night but i do so secretly, the secretly part makes everything more exciting
and yea you get the kick in that. but if nobody cares about how late i reach home
nobody cares about what i do anymore because they just can't be bothered, then
one doesn't get the kind of high which is derived from breaking rules. then slowly
nothing seems fun anymore. and slowly everything becomes mundane,dry and
routine. then you'll reach home to realise everyone's asleep and nobody bothers to
wait for you anymore.
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so i conclude, fun dies out when one gets older. just a sudden thought, not very deep
though, and to some extent its rubbish. because i am thoroughly bored by the wordy
notes. anyway, regret is a foolish act in this world. alright. i know there's no link here.
but the lingering emotion is still there which i suppose it will be a transient one. as if.. =x
left unsaid with
those fragments of conversations lost in time
things are certainly getting ugly...
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