Life Expectancy: 65 Years
Claud
An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.
She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.
For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,
in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
doing everything that is rubbish-y
This morning I snagged my sleepy ass all the way down to Somerset for piano lesson. Then at Khatib I met Chun Howe on the train, it was like one of those What-the-Hec...oh hello such a surprise! moment.
I realise I have a writing trademark, which is the always-seem-to-put-words-in-hyphens-because-i-can't-find-a-single-word-to-describe-what-it-is style.
Ok back to my point...
I'm feeling very research-y these few days. Posted mini-essays on Facebook (under notes) on issues....like beauty and porn. Yes, porn. I'm contemplating whether to write something about homosexual relationships...this thought triggered after I spoke to Chris about it. I don't know enough, yet somehow I feel a compulsion to say something about it after reading a Reading.
Hmm...Claud is in the intellectual mode. In addition, I have essays to do, mid-term to study, and all I can think of is what topic I should do for my PHD dissertation! hahahaha....ok, so rubbish right? Haven't run want to fly already. No la, just a random thought.
I think growing older puts my brain into higher gear. You don't realise I seem to think more meh? Or is there no difference since i'm always thinking. A certain skinny ass keeps telling me to stop thinking and start living...what happens if thinking is precisely what makes me live? AH! SEE?! I'M DOING THAT THING AGAIN.
Claudia's body is just transportation for her brain.
Oh yes, I'm irritated at someone on the forum...such such...narrow-mindedness....=\
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