Hey guys, today is special because I'm posting on another person's com in an undisclosed location. Its a super secret base underneath the 11th floor of hostel. Shhhhh....
Anyway, nothing much today, mondays suck, and I literally have nothing to wear cos everything is in the tioman bag.
Ponning study time today for chatting with JM and Dylan. Discussing life, the universe and everything, talking amano vis amano.
Bryce just walked in as I'm typing this. He said YMCA and tapped a Jamacian drum beat on the table. Hoping that he would give a quick chorus but he left. Aww...
Dylan is sleeping next to me, bernard is gone from his room, muse playing softly in the background and I don't want to do homework.
Its amazing what chances we take and what we don't, and how that opens and closes so many doors in the process. And what we're left with is the creeping residue of regret. Regret that we didn't take that chance with that girl, regret that we picked the wrong girl, regret that we blew it with that one girl. Of course if I said the names, that wouldn't be fun.
That and pranking Yan Ling. At one point we convinced her that you needed a permit to wear a hat in Malaysia.
I'll leave this now,
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