Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Red Lights Flashing into my (small) eyes.
Today was a rather happening day. I must make a confession: I
love like to shop. Oh dear, what am I becoming? What have I already become? In any case, I don't think there's anything WRONG with shopping per se, because for now, I am sadly financially incapable to perform such acts, eg. excessive shopping - which is ultimately wrong anyway. HOWEVER, if you (YES! LUCKY YOU!) by some freak chance bear any feelings of pity/sympathy/grief towards my current situation, and would like to aid me in this quest, you can send in your donations to me starting from today.
Ignore the paragraph that you just read. I feel quite ashamed to just have declared such a secret secret in such a public domain.
Speaking of domain,
I HAVEN'T REALLY STUDIED FOR MY MATHS TEST YET. Ok, let's go.
But in view of my procrastination habits, I think I shall blog some more. HAHA. Every day is an EMO day. Just look at what I tagged at Ian's blog the other day.
Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against.
So cool right. Every action lacking dimension, simply because he/she is not there to measure against.
Lacking dimension. Lacking dimension. Lacking dimension. Lacking dimension. Lacking dimension.
tried to hunch; 10:20 PM