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    Monday, December 01, 2008
    "The Veritaserum"

    The weather's been pretty weird today. Well, towards the later part of the afternoon. Like for now, its 1835H but the sky's giving off a certain yellowish glow and not the usual darker orange type if you get what i mean. I like this kind of feeling even though its a little queer and weird. Anyways, today hadnt been a really fruitful day. I woke up at 0630 and slept back after reading Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows half way. Realising it was 1330H when i awoke later on, i knew i had wasted an early part of a good monday morning. Felt pissed at myself. Really.

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    Speaking of weird things. I had 2 weird dreams lately. Dreamt i was with this 2 different girls. One of whuich whom i know and the other some random chinese chick. Its 2 different seperate dreams but the "gist of it" is pretty much the same. We got along pretty well and then one thing lead to another and suddenly we just werent as close, "broke up", lost contact and that was pretty much the end of my dream. I was kinda sad actually. It all seemed real and...nice and disappointed.

    Well, the other day i had a friend who commented that i looked the kind who couldnt hold onto a relationship. Trust me, i wasnt thinking of that in my mind at all. So i just dont know how i had the dream. Maybe i'm fated to be a rich swinging bachelor afterall. The dreams, the comments, the stuffs i do. Its all beginning to piece together ala Harry Potter piecing together his life. I cant even grasp the idea of holding a large wedding under the block showcasing yourself to everyone. If i had wanted attention, it wouldnt have to be this way. I'd prefer something private for this.

    Its funny how my love life and my normal life seems to contradict each other.

    Maybe thats why, Fighters fight. Players play.



    I'm not a fighter,
    Bil

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