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Sunday, May. 04, 2003 11:14 p.m.

yesterday we went to the handover ceremony in exchange square. we went around looking at others' website and socialized with people. the camera man was a bit too enthusiastic... he kept taking photos of us... ho chi yau special interest in joyzi tim wor~

i don't like occasions like this. i don't like wearing fake smiles (quite natural actually... but keep smiling can be really tiring) and talking to those people and answering the same questions again and again. yesterday i thought of ���W��. he said we should live according to our own free will. shouldn't conform to the standard of the world.

yesterday i was so tired that i couldn't really concentrate on geog. the revision was not efficient. today i feel sleepy too, esp in the afternoon. mum and dad kept talking loudly outside and i was distracted by their loud conversation. i looked at the words printed on the paper, but i couldn't make any sense out of them at all. now i'm typing my diary. you can see that i've actually given up geog.

mum asked me what i'm gonna take in university again. i couldn't answer. then dad said, 'english of course! dai si jo government official ar!' they know i don't like to socialize with ppl. they should know.

grey again...

men have to conform to the world after all. they sustain their lives in it.

people can't tolerate my attitude and temper. i'm suffering because of my own sins.

his info is melancholy again, but it's acceptable. i don't like those �۶˦ۼ� info and extremely �׳�info, though it's none of my business. me myself is a sentimental fool too. esp at night.

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