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Sunday, July 25, 2010

At home alone. Life at my own pace, time unconstricted. A day finally feels like a day. :)
I'm lying prone on my bed leafing through Ikea catalogues, sourcing for inspiration to refurnish my room. The blinds are half- drawn so that sunlight can stream in to reset my circadian rhythm... While the air-conditioning blasts away quietly in the corner. B)
Ha ha, life sure feels good! I live for days like these.

Love Is Security, a man who blames himself first above all else for anything that happens to you, a picture of the future containing him in every frame. The question is, how much should "Love" override personal liberty if at all? And if you think about it, is it really "a picture of the future", or a picture of a future? Maybe it doesn't matter which, but take into account the brilliant things your brain can do for you.

she's not here @

5:12 PM