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Wednesday, 12 August 2009

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anthea's leaving for the land of cornfields TODAY!
i had to get out all my warm stuff so i could pack for australia, cos i'm leaving TOMORROW!
i finally finished putting together three scholarship applications i've been working on FOREVER!
so hopefully someone will bequeath me some moolah SOON!
because i'll be leaving for cambridge in A MONTH AND A HALF!
pitbull is EVERYWHERE!
but his music is pretty catchy so it's OKAY!
i just wish his lyrics weren't so... QUESTIONABLE!

"forget about your boyfriend, and meet me at the hotel room
you can bring your girlfriends, and meet me at the hotel room [x2]
we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn [x4]."

- hotel room service, pitbull.

and that's not the worst of it, BY FAR!

3 comments:

Unknown said...: WOW!

Stop shouting lah.; 13 August 2009 at 09:35
melissa chen said...: Have fun in Melb. & Sydney!

And @ Anthea - all the best! :); 13 August 2009 at 15:41
May said...: ah. tht means i wont be able to see u when me back! rawrrr!; 14 August 2009 at 16:45

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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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