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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I extrapolate your behavior to your character.
And I like you until I dislike you.

Then this will destroy us.

she's not here @

8:42 PM

Monday, December 27, 2010

I don't read people's blogs anymore.
I used to update myself on friends' lives quite frequently, but now I'm down to reading a mere one or two blogs.
There was a time when all my close friends locked their blogs and that got me rather upset. But now, I don't know, when did it all become stale? Or did I become stale. It feels like a sad dead feeling. Like December. While I lament being left behind, it appears that i am letting people go at the same time.

she's not here @

10:35 PM

Friday, December 24, 2010

Desperation
Abandonment
The falling of the leaves
The falling of my heart

The blur
The world and people
The thin frantic hand
Leaves me behind

This Christmas eve brings me down

I'm starting a job coming Monday and the pay is great. I'm contract-bound to not disclose anything but text me and I'll tell you.
I'm to remain free for them to command my services anytime though.
This means all my plans are on hold again.

she's not here @

7:28 PM

Thursday, December 02, 2010

Last paper tomorrow and I'm trying to sleep but a conversation E-Liz JQ Oliver and I had suddenly surfaced in my mind.
We were talking about the death penalty in Singapore, and Oliver was telling us about how when they hang people, they don't simply leave them to asphyxiate and die; they attach a metal piece on the noose to the nape of his neck, so that when the floor disappears, his spinal chord instantly snaps and he's gone. Seems relatively pain-free compared to caning, but let's say they're hanging you.

I actually wished the death sentence for someone, by someone of course not anyone I know but the psychotic maid who flung her charge, a defenseless impaired girl, right out the window and watched gleefully as she died a painful death. I was irritated that she could escape homicidal intentionality by being certified psychotic. Of course, how can you blame a mad person yada mentally sound people don't throw other people off buildings blabla but it's so easy sometimes to feign madness and they don't actually have a foolproof method to decide if someone really was mad, and no one can get inside your head to know your thoughts other than yourself. To me it just doesn't seem....... Right.

But after hearing Oliver describe the hanging I'm sorry I thought all that, I really regret it and shudder when I think of the horrid thoughts I harbour in my head. It's disgusting though I still support capital punishment relative to lifetime imprisonment which, in my opinion, is worse than dying and a colossal waste of space.

she's not here @

1:00 AM