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Saturday, March 29, 2008 8:42 PM
   04: i'm not sorry at all




A layout in progress. Inspired by copious amounts of D Gray Man and icon sites. I'm still waiting for Gundam 00 Episode 25 to come out.

How often do you find yourself plagued by worst-case scenarios in your head? I find myself creating imaginary flashbacks of a past that I have a vague hold of. A somewhat perverse human inclination of creating a story out of the fragments of truth that we know of. What does it leave me with in return? Retreat into a shell cloistered and haunted by things that could very well not have existed in the first place.

Things don't really make sense when you think harder (and longer) about it. In the meantime I'll trouble myself with trivial, frivolous thoughts and decisions. Like, should I sell off my current consumer camera to my brother and get myself the Pentax that's on offer? Choices and decisions in life. You think twice about spending money that you earned through 9 to 6 slavery but never a glimmer of doubt when you're still in the throes of school and adolescence.

I wonder if the teenagers realize how fucked they're gonna be once they graduate and enter the working world. How much longer can you expect to rely and depend on your parents to support you financially? Do you actually think working part-time as a sales associate is going to earn you enough to support yourself once they're gone?

Think again.





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