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Saturday, June 07, 2008
Late night taxi ride epiphany: I will come back to Singapore when I'm sick of the world. But for now, the world beckons.I just need to find the money. And the courage to bash ahead.
And ironically, it takes my heartless unsentimental callous brother to draw attention to this song.
There's a part in me you'll never know The only thing I'll never show It's plain to see it's trying to speak cherished dreams forever asleep Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly Hopelessly I'll give you everything But I won't give you up I won't let you down And I won't leave you fallingIf the moment ever comesI think deep down, we're all hopeless romantics. Some are just more prone than others. And I belong to the former. For shame. Muse sings about the end of the world. And being so hopelessly in love. Ha.
"Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox." - Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
Aye.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
I think I won't trust anyone or anything anymore from now on. That's the way to go, I reckon. It's safe, it's foolproof. I'm just going to lie back, chill out, and read Anna Karenina. It's not as easy industry, this one. What have I gotten myself into? To toil like that for years to come? I don't know if I can handle this. We'll see, we'll see.
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