Ignoring, for now, the fact that I'm quite sure Delwyn is angry at me for skipping CCA and then blatantly being discovered less than fifty meters away at the Kemama shop playing table tennis.

And ignoring, for now, the fact that I have like, four or five brownies left that are probably rotting in the non-refrigerated environment my grandma insisted on.

Hello all, I am not Daryl.

Well let's see, what do I have to say. To different people I have different things. And they shall be in different paragraphs.
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Y'know, you really make me feel like I'm not a good friend. Whether I did something wrong or offended you or whatever. Its really terrible lah. Like, out of nowhere for no rhyme nor reason just start dao-ing or something. Makes me doubt my abilities and capabilities as a friend. Ugh.
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Hmm well. I don't know what to say lah! Every time I talk to you I some way or another reveal another of my secrets without getting anything in exchange. Probably let out a wee bit too much, but either way, I think that people have to tell each other secrets, and place their trust in them in order for them to be better friends, don't you agree?
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I think I should be thankful for all the times I had no one to turn to, and you provided the listening ear, encouragement to continue living and everything, so I guess I should thank you and stuff. Friend!
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Recently playing a lot of Dynasty Warriors 6 and Rome: Total War, so will be very afk. Moreover, have to rush AEP thing which is basically four months worth of work rushed in less than four days. Ah well.

Ooh, my turn. You see, at the end of everything, at the sunset of each day, we always feel empty, we always are alone. Ask yourself, is there really someone there? No matter what we feel, we are always on our own; we were born alone, we will die alone, as we will live the period in between alone. We are. Alone.

Ignore 'im. We watched Alice in Wonderland during Philo today. I must say, it is one of my favorite stories, alongside other titles such as the Picture of Dorian Gray.

Oh, I also believe that since a picture speaks a thousand words, a sequence of a few seconds speaks millions. What can be emphasized with millions of words, crammed into ten or twenty or perhaps, enough to describe the scene, is what we call books. Why settle for desperate description when you can savor vivid brilliance, or color and taste?

Quoth Homer, "Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his strength". I have, indeed, reached my limits both psychologically and physically. My physical exhaustion, sometimes vainly fueled by a not-too-constant supply of sugar saturated syrup, proves no consolation to a declining moral standard and prioritizing issues. And perhaps minor problem after minor problem over a period of nine months, has caused Mount Etna to erupt from a molehill, and perhaps this situation will not be easy to solve, but can it?

There's swimming tomorrow. Can't say I'm really looking forward to it. Can't say I'm even looking forward to going to school. I've practically stopped looking forward to any time in my life. I have no goals, I have no aspirations, I have nothing to strive for. See, that's how miserable I am.

Quoth Publius Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "What can a soldier do who charges when out of breath?" And what, perhaps I shall stop to catch it, although perhaps it would be easier if I ran after. But stop? When the rest of the world, the rest of my world is pushing forth? When a mere halt would signal for those behind to rush past my ear? When a stop would mean you leave me in your tracks?

I like nine because it is the only single digit number where the individual numbers of its two-digit multiples all add up to nine.

"The gods favour the bold", Ovid.

Do they really? And hence.

Do you?

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.