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I have been extremely tired, as of late, and sleep is no longer a luxury I can afford. Especially when I have one big pile (it's getting lesser, thank God) of work to complete and deadlines to meet. Not to mention a whiny brother that goes :'( on msn everytime I try to leave at night.

Stupid me and my stupid soft heart-ness. Just today I went to City Hall Funan to help a friend get something... had gone halfway off when he called and confirmed that I bought the wrong thing. I went all the way back just to change it. But in the end I simply decided that I couldn't buy the wrong thing, and so I left empty handed.

You could not imagine how guilty I bloody felt. Damn stupid soft-heartness thingy. I can't do mean evil things without feeling bad. How sad is that?

Oh, I just realised I digressed pretty badly.

So, anyway, sleep is a no-go for me. Perhaps one day should give me forty hours, instead of twenty four. Or get me a time turner. Either would be nice.

I also don't mind a new handphone, a new computer, a new camera, a new digital slr, and a new laptop, at the same time-- but that's out of point.

I think Singapore has too many propaganda-ish things around. Look around in the MRT stations and you'll see. Little boys wanting an EZ-Link card after passing the height limit. You tell me, how many people would want to pay?? And the butterfly confetti Ade showed me today... Omy.

That's also out of point, but really, who cares?

I miss my darling Joshums :( :(

I have discovered a really really cool photographer, thanks to my photography lecturer, no less. :) His name is Steve McCurry. His pictures are beautiful, and you can go on hours looking at them. They have no meaning, no emotion, nothing, behind these photographs, but they are extremely well composed. He makes the poverty in third world countries disappear, and shows the beauty behind the countries. His portraits can get quite scary, though, the way some of his subjects look at you.

It would be wonderful, to be half as good as he is. He works for National Geographic, by the way.

I really want to read Roald Dahl books. Matilda, especially. I'm really drawn to that girl, I have no idea why. And I miss Pierce Anthony as well. I finished my school's library collection of him already.

For now, I just have to be contented with HBP, which I'm finishing already.

I've run out of random things, for now. Till next time, my friends, or whoever is reading this.

Love, lixximajig : 21:54

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Let's read the trees and their Autumn leaves,
As they fall like a dress undone
At the end of Summers, love will find lovers
Who need the shadows of a winter sun


Don't tell me you're leaving we can hide in the evening
It's getting darker than it should
If we read the leaves as they blow in the breeze
Would it stop us now, my love


Time enough for hard questions
Time enough for all our fears
Time is tougher than we both know yet,
Time enough for tears