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Let it rain, let it pour. What we have is worth fighting for. ♥ - Troy & Gabriella

Thursday, December 28, 2006

I'll forget your bitter taste when you pull your lips away. ♥

Holy canolly.
I am soooo exasperated with the DAMN INTERNET which is yes, very much PAINFULLY DAWDLING SLOW.
While I can understand an earthquake, I cannot understand how these multimillion, national companies can allow such a thing to happen.
And it's going to take 'a few weeks' till the problem resolves?
This is plain preposterousness (this word exists)!
I bet the people at the stock market must be fuming mad on the brink of insanity.

"You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The machine is much, but it is not everything.

Cannot you see, cannot all you lecturers see, that it is we that are dying, and that down here the only thing that really lives is the Machine? We created the Machine to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has robbed us of the sense of space and time and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it. The Machine develops - but not on our lines. The Machine proceeds - but not to our goals. We only exist as the blood corpuscles that course through its arteries, and if it could work without us it would let us die.

E.M. Foster's A Machine Stops. (Twentieth-century Short Stories)

Something's feeling wrong about me these days and I can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong.
And I often get grumpy for no apparent cause which to me is getting quite annoying. :/
After reading Syarah's blog, it triggered my thoughts of those back-to-school moments.

its a package.
school means.
homework, fatigue,
go home late, stress,
classes, tests exams.

school also means.
friends, laughter,
jokes, fun.

so i dunno whether
to be excited.
or not.

Took the words right out of my mouth!
One more year struggling through those mugging, listless days.
I could already foresee it.
If you ask me if I'll miss high school, I'll probably say no way.
It's just that I tend to read attachment and translate it to repulse - it's like how you tell yourself you hate something so you won't have a chance to miss it and be all sad and mopey about it.
The logic is pretty simple. (:

Went back to school to purchase school books and bumped into a few familiar faces.
The bookshop queue was so flippin` long, nothing like I ever saw for the past four years.
I MISS HAVING TO TEASE MY GARY-MIMICKING-ENGLISH PARTNER! ):
Yay! Ly has finally learnt how to love marshmellows.
So we gormandized on worm-like gummies, pastel coloured marshmellows & sour tapes after lunch. :D
Was feeling drained out after having to munch down so many sweet treats, must've been the sugar rush.
My mind just wandered off and back tracked to the happy sappy times..
No mood for anything else but you.
But your call saved this heart of mine in the nick of time.
I guess we'll be okay for now. s2

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in the name of love.

10:45 PM