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Saturday, November 13, 2004
 
All good things in a roll

'u are quite attractive in a fatalistic fashion
firstly
u are attractive
but not in an ordinary manner
the way u talk, the sudden spasms (in the good way), the abrupt flow of emotions, the romantic artist's quality
all contributing factors i suppose
though u are a very good writer'

u really think im a good writer???
y??
how??
when??
where??

'u are quite good on collecting emotions in a stream of consciousness fashion, yet u dun dwell on a personal level
u try to relate to the higher level and question existence, faith and other matters.
rather touching
and rather honest as well
which i like very much
mentioning the guy u like all the time isn't nice though'

this is e FIRST time im mentioning e guy i lke so much eheheh
usually i kinda euphemise it ehehehehe
im just LETTING myself obsess this time eheeh

'its just a by statement
u can obsess. u need some destress at times

but all in all, a cool writer and a lovely girl
i need to pee'


I almost feel like I'm being cannonized... Thanks mate, for being such a sweet and supportive friend... though sometimes brutally honest... which is good, I need the reality check at times ehehh You should know, you're very much a stimulant to my thoughts; your melancholy and occasional inappropriate abrupt humour... inspiration comes from all sorts of places, and you're one of those dank places eheh But in all, you are amazing, keep that in mind yeah? The world is our oyster, and we have yet to reap the potential she holds within her.

It's ironic how the one line from Sinatra that sticks to my head sings "Weather wise, it's such a perfect day" when I've been driving in the pouring rain for the past few days. It's supposedly spring, yet these days have been nothing but dark and wet. Coupled with the occasional half an hour of sunshine in the morning, and blue sky. Otherwise, it's dreary and dank.

Drove past an accident site. The red convert was smashed into a lamp post, and oddly enough, the car was facing the opposite direction it should have been facing. Weird. I felt a wave of depression rush over me. How can life be so ephemeral, yet we as humans don't comprehend this? How do we think we're capable of living forever, when life's essence can be snatched from under our breath just like that? It's terrifying. The thought of actually being in an accident actually thrilled me. Just think, how must it be like, sitting/lying caught between metal, immobile, helpless. It's a whole different level of ecstatism. It's on the other end of the spectrum from nirvana. Think how it must be like. It calls out to me. Excites me and thrills me, yet holds me in fear and apprehension all at the same time.
It's almost........ suicidal... I know. But hell, we're all gonna die one day. What matters when? Or how? So long as I don't drown or get burnt to a crisp I'm content. Only 10% of the world's population die in their sleep. I reckon I'm not going to be in the lucky ten. The rise of technology came with the decline of man.

 

 
   
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