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Saturday, January 12, 2008

i've finish reading The Time Traveler's Wife(sadly), and its a beautiful book. :) everyone should go read it. NOW!

sigh. i love reading books, i love buying books. haha. yeah, i half- judge a book by its cover. all the books i buy have nice covers. :D but i love how i stare at a book(with a nice cover of course) and somehow, its as though i can absorb the content of the book and gain a feeling from it just by looking and hence decide that i must buy it. even though the blurb doesnt seem interesting at all. heh.

to world enough and time
my perspective on time is all wonky right now, its warped up-ness confounds me.
we're only almost into the second week of january, but it seems like its been forevarrr.
eh, i'm worned out already.
yet at the same time, it feels as though time is flying.
worse still, getting quicker all the time...
every second that slips away is never coming back.
every morning of every weekend i wake up only to fall back to sleep and waking up only in the afternoon,
i regret and berate myself for all that wasted time before moving on with life.
but i cant help it, i'm tired i'm frazzled i'm fatigued i never seem to be able to recuperate.
exhaustion piles and accumulates, soon i'd have my own Mt. Everest.... if this continues, ten years down the road i'd have a stairway to heaven.

is it possible for time to be moving snail- pace and yet fly simultaneously.?
like the middle, narrow portion of an hourglass, where the flow of sand reduces to a tiny trickle before cascading into the depths of that glass prison... and all over again, and all over again..

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i'm on the edge of the precipice, but its a beautiful view up here.

you, are so disappointing.
present continuous, cos i'm not gonna delude myself.
i've been doing just that for the past god-knows-how-many years.
i cant even speak to you, spoken words are useless at getting my point across anyway.
you wouldnt even listen to what i have to say, you either tweak my words to your own favor or reject them completely.
how am i supposed to survive.
bastard.

and the scars they fade

you're just a sad song with nothing to say.

she's not here @

10:40 PM