the very last

of the odac days. i realise its not that easy to let go, but neither too difficult to. To a certain extent i can always convince myself that its still the same bunch of people having a change of priority. dun really feel sad as i thot i would be, just accepting its passing with serenity.

kampong soccer rawks big time. rain in our eyes, mud on our feet, and a playful heart thats forever inside each of us; i dun think odac nurtured us to become lidat, it was merely an avenue of congregation of ever-childish souls.

an overdose of it: always make sure u get the full package while its still possible. more interviews, and more. and more. and if thats not quite enuff, throw in another night-cycling and that just about satisfy us. accustomed - thats the word, i have to say.. conditioned - most definitely. last juice:LTC. how much juice?

i want to try to go for class party. its so rare..but its so rare i no longer see any significance in it. just a fulfilment for the heart and mind under societal compulsion. is there need for class party? perhaps.. but walking like a zombie to a party is not the "in" thing now, is it? added to really many other concerns that i must say are more pressing, I...i don't know. i'm losing hope/trust in people, and bong was right, that'll cause bitterness for life. if it must happen, let it happen - and embrace it.

call me a loser. hit me kick me scold me stop me, but i'm still for u.