Friday, September 18, 2009
from the movie called - The Most Distant Course.
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it takes the most distant courseto come nearest to yourselfand the training at its most intricatewhen it leads to the utter simplicity of a tunewe have to knock at every alien doorto finally come to our ownto find ourselvesit takes the most distant courseto come nearest to yourselfcome, come, come...it takes the most distant courseto arrive at the place where one startedit is the final climbto arrive at absolute pastoral beautywe have to go through each illusory dreamto finally come to our own doorto our own fieldit takes the most distant courseto come nearest to yourselfit takes the most distant courseto arrive at the place one misses most***today morning was disrupted from my sleep from the voice i never and would want to hear from. doc from rhi... so as usual, a call only when he needs help from anyone for his dept's job to fill... did he hella think i wont be interested? and no he was blabbering loudly take i was still in bed sleeping while others are working their asses off. so, wats my enjoyment of life got to do with him and the entire ex-office? "funny" indeed.
and even wanted to prompt if i was up to anything else apart from sch, again to hella he should even know. headed back to sleep aft i hung up without interest.
went for hot oil massage at lifespa, nice to relax those tensed up muscles for abit. laura could tell that i was very tired.... even after more than 10hrs of slp. not sure if this is a good thing or not. oh lunch/dinner was fulling. claypot rice + char kway teow + bobo chacha + yam paste.
it was an intriguing wed night, the passionate waves of hot flows hidden for the longest time. as far as it seems, was it time or was it the longing? the full hours of exhaustion, left us drained. its the malted barley or us being half sober? it was tiring in all aspects, different from the usual at least leaving unspoken satisfaction.having coffee after, wasnt the best situation to end off...luckily passed my M5 paper, to think i was taking it only aft 2hrs of slp. really a bad idea, my mind was processing so slow the snail would crawl faster. well, wasted time to double check the answers... else the $107 and time would be wasted noting the fact of min passing at 75marks. craps, final straw of cant checking or thinking anymore, i hit the submit button. freaking few hours of the 2 days to swim through the entire textbook of rules and regulations of 8 chapters. i never loved reading. now... starting thinking about the agony of studyin for the law exams. "sheets".
the mac hotcakes never failed me, yet again. happy with my butter and maple syrup. definitely.
headed for the last screening of "The diary of the sex addict". an extreme, sets you thinking, sad, lonely portray of a sex addict life. to summarise, it was purely - Sex for Love. her body feels, jus to find the connection she was longing for... to feel loved. her grandma was her best listerner, who passed away unfortunately. she was lucky to still have just one friend that stood by whatever it is.
got a jacket at $50, grey. on transfer of stock and gotta only get it collected on fri. good buy. haha.