walking past the 2004 boulevard is somehow shorter than how it really seems. some particular moments has been frozen forever in the chamber of memory and while some is best forgotten. even the best memories which i could recall is like a particular moment frozen in a frame floating in the midst. well, i guess age does damage to people somehow. as much as i wanted to remember whether i got really drunk this year, i can't. was it last year or the year before?
as much as i can remember, it's been a good year, i had my fair share of fuck-ups but good moments are somehow dominant. i'd like to have something as good this morning year.
p/s...and it seems that the exodus of 2004 was barely near even now that it has passed. well, it does, since i slept through it
6:38 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic