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[07 Jul 2007|02:19am] |
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i leave today for a 13 hour journey with no book to read on the plane. and i have a runny nose that alternates between being runny and blocked. i am still in mild surprise that i'll be gone for 5 weeks. my luggage is practically 9.5 out of 10 full. which means i have NO idea how i will lug back all the goodies i hope to bag. i'm really kiasu and afraid i'll leave something extremely important behind. i can't decide if i should take a window or aisle seat. i'm leaning towards the window. i hope i'll survive. i know i have to. i am annoyed that bidding has to begin next week.
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| on adjustments |
[03 Jul 2007|09:25am] |
"You must make adjustments if you want to survive. Much becomes expendable. You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you're at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you're the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish."
- Yann Martel, Life of Pi
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[03 Jul 2007|09:24am] |
"The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other. The sea is without a wrinkle. There is not a whisper of wind. The hours last forever. You are so bored you sink into a state of apathy close to a coma. Then the sea becomes rough and your emotions are whipped into a frenzy. Yet even these two opposites do not remain distinct. In your boredom there are elements of terror: you break down into tears; you are filled with dread; you scream; you deliberately hurt yourself. And in the grip of terror - the worst storm - you yet feel boredom, a deep weariness with it all.
Only death consistently excites your emotions, whether contemplating it when life is safe and stale, or fleeing it when life is threatened and precious."
- Yann Martel, Life of Pi
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[24 Apr 2007|04:11pm] |
Yesterday was great because I came home actually feeling tired and ready to sleep. Haven't felt that way in a long time. I've been tired, but never felt tired that my body was about to collapse on the bed. But i like feeling that way, that I'm about the collapse on the bed. It helps me sleep better.
i also managed to get heroes (teeheee) which kinda freaked me out, but yay anyway.
considering the next 5 weeks is supposed to be really intense, i hope it passes quick. i was going to write a piece about disappointment but i can't seem to gather my thoughts. what a disappointment.
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[13 Apr 2007|02:01pm] |
Grandma's favourite sweets. Or her grandchildren's fav sweet?
chewy gummy that isn't too soft, just firm enough to get those milk teeth chewing on it. embellished with tiny little sugar granules.
comes in cool plastic octagon shaped packaging. get yours today!
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[23 Mar 2007|08:43pm] |
'How can you take notes in the midst of human sorrow? have you no feelings for the mourners?' - Powdermaker (1933)
A week ago, armed with 13 questions and a fearful heart, i visited a hospice in hope to gather research that would assure me a real swell grade in the study of human society.
I left the hospice with a sheet of paper with scant notes scribbled messily and no idea what to write on.
Nothing mattered, not the colour of my clothes, not my body language, not the thoughtless questions that I had prepared. These people were dying, and I was expected to sit and observe.
In the face of death, everything else seems to frivolous.
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