I seem to be wasting life away. Nights and days just seem like chores to get through. It's like reading a textbook, hoping each page will be the last page for the day. This is not healthy I must say, although Peter Griffin from family guy is keeping me sane. NUuuahahahaha.
Therefore, every Saturday will be deem as a sport's day!
Book now to avoid disappointment!
Any sport will be subject to availibility of premise.
Friendster Horoscope for September 17, 2007
Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)
"All of the inspiration and energy you've been waiting for will finally roar into your life first thing this morning, so make sure you are ready for it!"
Crap. Its over already?
Kim Divine.
It's letters like these that make Pioneer's day.
Oh yes. It is type-written(typewritter).
I have been sleeping rather early this whole week. Mostly by 10 or 11 you will find me smuggled under my covers sighing loudly before drifting off to lalaland.
Damn. The thought of the above is very tempting. The new September issue is churning out rather slowly really. We, artists, being at the end of production pipeline, have nothing to do. I would say the magazine is half done. With the other half in limbo, i forsee the pressure cooker-inducing days next week. And it isnt even OUR fault. -.-
An old favourite. And still is. =)
I am just so angry with everything. Where is the initiative when you need it around. Plain Idleness is just something that deserves smacking. And the worst part is, procrastination is setting in.
It's amazing how two Cowhead milk/cheese biscuits can ease one's hunger temporarily. If that damn Colonel doesn't come in fifteen mins, my senior artist and me will have to start foraging like my office hamsters, whom are pretty active and squeaking rather loudly this morning.
Oh yes. Someone I saw yesterday on Central got me swooning and gushing like a 16 year old boy. Someone in a tight cheongsum.
Trying to update lyrics for 3.3g worth of songs will reduce ur cornea to mush.
I need to rest. Now.
My colleague pops up beside me when i am doing my amendments for August Issue.
Colleague: "Let's go eat! Hungry or not?"
Me: "You wait. I go toilet first then I tell you I am hungry or not."
5 mins later.
"Let's go!" =D
The hungriness threatens to overwhelm all.
Touch, warmth, love, all but a fleeting moment away.
A heart remains, yet taint with open sores.
Let us walk along the edge of the world.
Alas, this is surely the end.
-A.F
There i was. Whipping the books out at every spare time I had. It didn't matter that I was reading at the bus stop or on my Mac desk in plain sight. There was this compelling urge to finish them all. Maybe this desire, bordering upon obsession, has always kept me firmly in the mythical and wonderous world of literature and lore. Or how it amazes my parents or friends on how long one can read non-stop.
It really is gratifying to read all 7 books consecutatively. It does give you a rather accurate oversight on the entire series. If there is something i hate, it will be trying to remember bits and parts of the first book you read ten years ago.
Along the way on completing the 5 thick tomes(I consider the first 3 books 2 tomes combined), I was thrilled, moved, exhilarated and at many times, reflective on how accurate J. K. Rowling describes emotions which I myself experienced.
An excerpt from the last book," And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair."
To Harry. The boy who lived. *Raises his goblet*
