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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Today
Today, I was on leave. Today I painted my room, cleaned the toilet, painted some more, cleaned my windows, sorted my wardrobe, got lost in the middle, and emerged again.
Today, I realise once again how I would go insane if the boyfriend (for now, ahem ahem) was not my boyfriend. I love how he does whatever within his means to help me. A blessing, this one.
Today, I'm waiting for two more days, for something new.
:)
Today, I was on leave. Today I painted my room, cleaned the toilet, painted some more, cleaned my windows, sorted my wardrobe, got lost in the middle, and emerged again.
Today, I realise once again how I would go insane if the boyfriend (for now, ahem ahem) was not my boyfriend. I love how he does whatever within his means to help me. A blessing, this one.
Today, I'm waiting for two more days, for something new.
:)
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
There must be something wrong with me, because I don't feel right.
Again, that internal struggle. Man, I need to snap out of this shit. Now.
Again, that internal struggle. Man, I need to snap out of this shit. Now.
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Trigger Happy
I've just found the most fantastic, most gratifyingly easy-to-surf-and-buy online shop, EVER. Clicketty click, and there goes $60 out the window into the throes of capitalism. But hell, I enjoyed not having to take my IB device out at all, or constantly checking the LJ for updates on my comment, or my email for updates.
It's like having a Forever21 website in Singapore. GAH!
I can die happy now and forget about everything else. Just as long as this retail euphoria lasts.
Oh damn, I hate working for her.
I've just found the most fantastic, most gratifyingly easy-to-surf-and-buy online shop, EVER. Clicketty click, and there goes $60 out the window into the throes of capitalism. But hell, I enjoyed not having to take my IB device out at all, or constantly checking the LJ for updates on my comment, or my email for updates.
It's like having a Forever21 website in Singapore. GAH!
I can die happy now and forget about everything else. Just as long as this retail euphoria lasts.
Oh damn, I hate working for her.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
What's past is..the future
We've got our frustrations apiece. Why bother trying to stand on the tip of your toes and challenge to emerge the most troubled? What kind of pointless game is this?
The thing is, you can't deny that history has a trajectory which projects into the future. The old you is the now you. It's undeniable, because you are where you are now, because of the fact that you did what you did back then, and the fact that you didn't do what you didn't do. Claiming that the past is the past is like denying your present existence.
Besides, leopards never change their spots. And you, my friend, have spots that have adapted themselves to circumstances, but they have not changed. Nosirreebob. They have not.
We've got our frustrations apiece. Why bother trying to stand on the tip of your toes and challenge to emerge the most troubled? What kind of pointless game is this?
The thing is, you can't deny that history has a trajectory which projects into the future. The old you is the now you. It's undeniable, because you are where you are now, because of the fact that you did what you did back then, and the fact that you didn't do what you didn't do. Claiming that the past is the past is like denying your present existence.
Besides, leopards never change their spots. And you, my friend, have spots that have adapted themselves to circumstances, but they have not changed. Nosirreebob. They have not.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Forty Winks
Here's the truth - I don't remember being so tired, ever. I almost fell asleep on the road this morning. Well, I always do that, but never when I'm at the front seat. I don't know why I'm so exhausted - perhaps it's the lack of proper sleep and the constant worrying and fretting over.. yeah. That's it, I think. I just need more rest, and I just need to fucking get over it.
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Here's the truth - I don't remember being so tired, ever. I almost fell asleep on the road this morning. Well, I always do that, but never when I'm at the front seat. I don't know why I'm so exhausted - perhaps it's the lack of proper sleep and the constant worrying and fretting over.. yeah. That's it, I think. I just need more rest, and I just need to fucking get over it.
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