Sunday, March 04, 2007

hey peeps.

ooo, i'm beginning to miss working. its just fun in this company when you have good and fun colleagues!! i adore uncle faymond!! dear thinks that i would have an affair with him if he's currently in army. i'm like are you mad, he's like 33 years old. oh well, two more weeks and i would be gone, how sad. pastor tan preached yesterday that if you are gone, what would people remember you to be or would they even remember you? i wonder too.

At the moment
all hope is weak
and small.
Music and beauty
are salt in my sadness;
a white void rips through my ice.
Who could have said
that the angel of sex
was so sad?
or known desire
would melt this vast
winter night into
a flood of darkness.
-Poem from The Time Traveller's Wife.

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