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Wednesday, November 08, 2006 22:46

*panting like a dog now*
I have finished reconstructing my blog again! It was a pure solid black plane few days ago. Oh my, Miss Stupidity must have unintentionally deleted half of the html for the template, while she was acting smart a few days ago. Acting smart, itchy hands, and look what you’ve done. The name cannot be more appropriate – stupidity, and you really lived up to your name.

I declare Miss Stupidity as computer idiot and html idiot, and so don’t you dare go near to the blog template html again!

Let’s talk about the moon tonight. They say the moon depicts the different sides of people, women, in particular. So when I looked at the moon just now, I couldn’t help but feeling a sense of loneliness. Was it the moon tonight, or was it merely my heart being honest this time? The moon stood still, in between vast spaces of emptiness, without even the slightest twinkle of a star as company. It radiated a cold streak of yellow, a colour Stupidity has never been fond of.

*look around*
It’s so quiet. I’m sitting on the shoe cupboard in front of amanda’s room. The entire female block seems a little sleepy. The constant humming of the air-con and the lights are the lullaby. Hypnotizing indeed, with everywhere else being dark. The occasional breeze of a wind is soft as mother’s touch.

How calming… How tantalizing… How rare!

I guess we always put work before others, that we constantly ignore the little blessings nature sends to us. We seldom stop our footsteps to appreciate what Mother Earth does for us.

Take a break, people. Inhale. Exhale. Do you feel a little ore comfy now?

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