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Friday, January 27 I guess I'm going after all. It's just way too late to turn in the other direction to run. Somehow, my heart weighs a tonne, the disappointment of finding out that I have to go is immense. I prayed for help, I prayed for a sign; the sign came. I s'ppose it's meant to be that I go. It's almost February, and it'll be a mere 2 more months before I will be gone for 3-4 months. I never liked dealing with change. There are so many things that I will be letting go of when I leave, and I'm afraid that when I get back, I no longer fit in with what I have in my life right now. All I can do now is pray for the best, and to hope that my spirits be uplifted. Now, my first Fri night without my girls in a long time - I shall mope by myself at home, with my external HDD. Everything happens for a reason, I know they do. However, if it's so ... Why do I feel so sad? -->Sting - Englishman In New York<--
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Friday, January 20 You know what they say about Librans being the Scales and all, weighing everything so carefully before any decision-making that it's actually a hindrance? Indecisiveness. I have a constant question popping about in my head, and it's driving me insane. Should I go? Should I stay? The incessant buzz in my head is a permanent background music I hear nowadays. Yes, soon I would not need my iPod anymore! Evaluating each side of the scale, the pros and the cons ... Can't seem to reach a consensus. It is definitely tiring being a 'balanced' Libran. When I seem to have reached a decision of not going, many bubbles of reasons for me to go appear immediately, and the reasons for not going seem to dissipate in anxious rush. And vice versa! Oh Lord, I pray for help. -->Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield<--
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Friday, January 13 That strange pain before Dreams just plummet The old direction to soar Is now but dreaded Stretched more than yours My cognition remains stale These putrid brown cores Repels all our details For that, everything's but a tale.
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Sunday, January 8 An almost inaccessible entity, a flawed perfection; it is what it is. Temptation is but the rope in a game of Tug-of-War. I am very tempted to skip school as much as I can this semester. Oh wait, that's just being ME. It'll be my first day at school tomorrow, after a month and half long of holidays (which actually feel much longer than the 3.5mth summer holidays I had). As per usual, many things I ponder upon, many issues I contemplate, many situations I visualise ... But they're all in my head. I'm not a writer. Perhaps I am ... I could be one, really. Just a simple writer with perpetual writer's block - that be me. Good 2006 to you all ... Hope it brings you many smiles :) -->Time After Time - Everything But The Girl<-- |