my reality: it's 3.17am.

Tuesday 6 November 2007

it's 3.17am.

and i'm still awake. just finished working on my social development draft that's due tomorrow at 12, and i have work from 7.30 to 11 which means i needed to finish it tonight. didn't help that i had a cog dev midterm earlier, followed by a lit quiz. work tomorrow also means i have to be up in about... 3 hours. i think i'll just stay awake - if i go to sleep waking up is gonna be hell. would be interesting to see how i turn out tomorrow, cos i've never really tried it out. i know i'll probably regret it and kivk myself for being so stupid tho, especially since it's just monday. hmm.

some much needed laughs from the game now known as "jewish holiday":

and my all-time favorite:

we should play again soon.

5 comments:

Bryan said...: don't 'kivk' yourself too hard :); 6 November 2007 at 23:24
delle. said...: aw c'mon gimme a break! it was past 3am! and i'd been working hard since 8am!
see you pick on me for small things like that and i'm supposed to let big things like "force isn't mass" go? fat chance.; 6 November 2007 at 23:30
AmbivalentMonk said...: Staying up late will make you fat.; 7 November 2007 at 04:41
Bryan said...: A)Force isn't mass (but fa is)

B)Maybe if you had let 'f isn't M' go, 'kvik' would have slid as well.

C)pfft!; 7 November 2007 at 05:39
delle. said...: sean: i'm already fat. =(

bryan: you picked on me first, so you started it!
and pfft to you too.; 7 November 2007 at 06:41

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Tuesday 6 November 2007

it's 3.17am.

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