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Christmas
Jingle all the way...
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thinking
Today's my last night on Earth as I will be blast-lifting off this planet from the UW launch pad. The launch is scheduled at around 2pm, but it is subject to change depending on the weather. I hope to make the best out of it, tomorrow.
I visited V1 a couple days ago while I was under influence (I wouldn't have otherwise).
And I noticed that nothing ever seems to change over there. It was like that then, and there I was, back in time, exactly 4 years ago, still wondering what the heck I am doing there. And something tells me that the feeling will never fade away as long as I am there, because that is our nest, an incubator in which we grow and get so accustomed to. Too bad the cafeteria was closed, the crisp and yummy Spicy Chicken Wrap has been haunting for quite some time now.
In life, we come across many lines. Tell me which line you are so that I can deviate from this path. And oh.. Destiny, this does not apply to you, so please ignore. ;)
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thinking
Today, noticing how fast this week has gone by, I realized that I am sinking, not thinking. So what do I? I waste some more time on doing that has absolutely nothing to do what I am supposed to be doing.
There it is. Now I can officially get myself in the thinking mode.
I saw you again in a while. And all the things I had imagined, with a single blow, crashed. Because of me.
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thinking
Abstract simplicity.
I can never seem to escape from the white background.
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thinking
I am
Thrusted by time,
Driven by inspiration,
Held by fear.
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Everything seems frivolous. Why?
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finals
One down. Two to go.
In little more than 24 hours from now, I am a free man. I am only one day short of sleep, yet I am awfully tired. But soon, it will all be over. I can't hardly contain the overflowing joy within. I spent so much time just thinking what I would do when I'm done with my finals. So I made myself a list of to-do's. And I take a glance at it from time to time, reminding myself of the greatest reward at the end of this torture.
Does this look okey? I tried to mimic the toycamera by making it look crappy. Maybe it's just that I'm a crappy photographer... Anyway, I'm not totally satisfied with this, but my eyes are tired...
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december
The day began with an icing...
So I was watching TV this morning. President Bush was giving a speech from Halifax about some non-sense crap. Funny how he claims to respect life and freedom, and yet he goes out and kills loads of people. I guess there was a fine print in the statement. Anyway, the speech was given from Pier 21, and supposedly that's where the immigrants entered Canada back in the days when they had to swim across the Atlantic. So I wondered. In the distant future when teleporting becomes readily available to everyone, will someone as important as Bush give a speech from the first interplanetary space station? And also, will that person talk about some non-sense crap on lives and freedom of alien species? Of course, just to top it off, that should be followed by a massive attack on Martians because they have something that we need.
But what I really wonder is this: Is anyone out there thinking about what I just said? If so, is that person also thinking about someone like me who might be thinking just about that person? There's got to be at least one person other than me...
There has to be...
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