| "It's not that I'm afraid of being hurt again:
Nothing again can either hurt or heal.
I have thought at moments that the ecstasy is real
Although those who experience it may have no reality.
For what happened is remembered like a dream
In which one is exalted by intensity of loving
In the spirit, a vibration of delight
Without desire, for desire is fulfilled
In the delight of loving. A state one does not know
When awake. But what, or whom I love,
Or what in me was loving, I do not know.
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it."
- T.S. Eliot
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| I refuse to update xanga...
At least not now...
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argh, din i just updated? damn...
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| done with exams at last! Feeling a bit groggy, didn't sleep much last
night... Now gotta pack... leaving tonight... See you all in HK...
6080___9
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| Why are my assignments all crammed into a series of non-stop work
schedules!? Why am I not being productive? Why am I so tired while I
ain't really working much?? Why am I writing this? I'm sicka this
routine!!! Get me out!!!
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| After hours of procrastination I did not do my work again. Did this to my desktop instead (such a hopeless Mac wanabe... would someone please just buy me one?)
Well at least I don't have to keep ask'n what's the time in their place when I'm chat'n...
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Yet another unrelated thing - Robo Urinal:
somebody just tell me what this damn thing is suppose to do?!?!?!?
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