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    I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
    Walking by the bay, on the shore
    Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
    You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
    Running into the dark underground

    Tuesday, July 7, 2009

    The great thing about youth day is, when you go to polytechnic, it doesn't frigging exist anymore. So screw that! Not youths anymore.

    Call me an adult. Cos I don't celebrate youth day anymore.

    Haha, I was just releasing some insane bit of me ranting on youth day. But I am serious about the part in which you call me an adult. :D (P.S I know the reason there's no youth day, I think. But I can't seem to find a way to justify that.)

    There's so many things a busy adult has to do. For example, I've got to work on my projects. Plus I have to work and... Screw the rest. If I have to spell it out so clear, then it loses its meaning.

    Sometimes some can't see what freedom they have, and well, the freedom (or not) is given to them is to be treasured. Freedom has many definitions to many different people. So, what's yours?

    Ah screw it. I've got to go do research now.