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Monday, October 25, 2004
BLAH
Well, hello! This is your favorite commentator, Mei! Let us begin, shall we?
Let us start out with Battle Royale. As promised, this post shall be about it, although I have nothing planned out. But randomness is FUN!
Let's see. My topic in civics is euthanasia. I suppose this could tie in with Battle Royale. I mean, if your friend didn't want to participate in the game and asked you to shoot them, would you? But then they'd be asking of you what they don't want to. So, wouldn't that mean they were selfish? I dont' think I'd be able to shoot my friend no matter what, especially if they were a close one.
That's all for now, folks.
I'm totally bummed. They're leaving me. Make them stay.
Situation I:
He told me the night before that he was leaving. He said he’d be back in three years, I told him I’d be gone. He said he’d be back in January. I smiled. Then we were in the car. He told me nobody wanted him here. He told me I didn’t want him here either, he told me I was always bored. He told me he wasn’t going to come back. I grabbed his hand and told him to stay. He said nothing. He rested his head on my shoulder and I rested mine on his. We stared out of the car window as the rain fell, the windshield wipers pushing them away. I think he’ll be back.
Situation II:
He said he was leaving; he wanted to spread its wings. But I was still dejected. We were preparing to leave. He told me to sit in front so that I could have a more comfortable sleep. I didn’t really want to, but I did it anyway. He was grateful. So he told me he’d stay for a few extra weeks because of it. I hoped he would. I woke up and we were home. He asked if I had a nice sleep, I did. He patted my head. It was my turn to go home. He helped me with my things. I looked as he walked away. I was afraid to ask him if he would stay. Will he?
sarang,
mei
PS YUMMEH!!
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