the 100th post

my 100th post. suppose to be happy and lively and full of lame jokes.

if you think you can get that, i'm sorry, turn off your computer now.

my week turned from good to ridiculously rotten...

oh yeah, the sch's rugby team won gold, great, i feel happy for them. and then my life just went down from then on.

mending pieces won't do this time. and i didn't do anything this time, though maybe because i didn't do anything that it became my fault. yet i didn't start the problem, someone else did and now i'm implicated in it.

is there a reason why people with good intentions always have their plans backfired? is there a reason why nice people always suffer worse?

it sucks, when just being there creates problems.

sometimes i wonder, whether it is possible to just fade away, from life, memory and time. but that's just a fantasy and i can't live in that.