dieu et mon droit

sometimes it pains me to know that my best days are over, long over.
i shouldnt have gone to ri.
life was just too good.

i was keying in my nfo into brightsparkss. one section was ip results. 3.87 is by no means sterling, but it was gratifying seeing the whole string of A+s. i havent seen anything come that close to me since leaving ri.

those were the best days of my life. when life was that good. it didnt take much effort to get that kinda grades, especially when all you had to do was mash yourself with a group of good stash and your final grades will be good.

life was good then. there werent any girls so guys acted normal. while america went to war in iraq and the rgsncc girls started preparing for their mutuals in spec course, i was having fun wanking around with the 1i2j gays. i still remember the times we were knocked down in sarimbun, but other than that less than pleasant experience, ri was fun. during french, we be bubbling behind playing with the silly sange, the monkey with a wire in the tail. we played and we were crazy.

those were gay times. time couldnt have been gayer. with yichao and gary gaying each other. with all the gay name calling in 4p.

i wouldnt be honest if i said i didnt mug. but mugging was for the library, and the hml closed at 5. thats all the mugging that was required, since ca results exceed 100% and i was so well clear that all i wanted was a decent set of grades.

and now all i can do is swim in my shit. life is horrid. time is running out. results are bad. pain. anguish. suffering. lifes like that.

im asphyxiating. maybe death is a deliverance.