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Monday, April 20

When you're hungry, love will keep us alive.

Everytime I sit down with the intention to study, I munch and munch and munch and munch. Its incredible I think. But if I'm singing or watching life-destroying pingpong show or gossiping about the 'latest' happenings that on normal days wouldnt have got me anything near interested, I seem to have some of the vigor that is so much missing recently.

In short, all these assignments are boring me. And assignments on week 14 is no joke, not especially when its 4000 words and you're me. Its sad that it has come to such a state that the only goal I temporary hold is for the wordcount on my document to hit 1000. Yes, I'm that behind and yet still wallowing in a state of dolor.

I used to think that dwadling around and not doing things when you have to is for those of a weaker mind. I wonder when I joined this club of sloth. I mean I used to run to lecture without brushing teeth. The sense of urgency has long sinces joined a more worthy body, leaving me with a packet of stolen ribenna and a ridiculously unhealthy obsession for facebook.

Return the excitement to studying I say, but then, this assignment has to get out of the way first.

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Sunday, April 19

You are my king,
Your praises I sing.

In a bid to colour this life, I've painted my nails 'passoinate red'.

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Friday, April 17

Love lifts us up where we belong

But this morning, there's a calm I can't explain.
The rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain.
By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone.
But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

Mamihlapinatapei : 4/17/2009 03:27:00 PM
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Monday, April 13

"Dear children, watch the lamb"

I haven been really here in some time, you must have noticed.

Rugby never played such a big part in my life. I've never felt more will to fight and push on. My coach was a vision of pulchritude, courage and strength as she lay on the hospital bed at her most vulnerable I've seen. Its such an awesome game made for awesome people. (:

The unsettled stomach for the past 1 week goes muted and ignored.

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Sunday, April 5

No matter what I do, I always forget to forget you.

I've always liked the chinese saying that goes if you can pick it up you can put it down.

I think it only applies to heroic men of ancient China.

Its been ages since I've been this unhappy. I should be glad I'm not really unhappy. Or at least, I shouldnt be.

Mamihlapinatapei : 4/05/2009 03:31:00 AM
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Saturday, April 4

You could kill me if you wish.

I dont want to care, I don't fucking want to care.

Never found a more appropriate use for this so scorned upon word.

Mamihlapinatapei : 4/04/2009 06:35:00 AM
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