Archive for December, 2009

2010.

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

Farewell 2009. Good riddance, I suppose. The toughest year of my short life thus far. I’ll do a proper reflection another day, coupled with my New Year resolutions.
The flame for life burning in me almost fizzled out this year. I hope that this is the darkness just before the dawn.
Am heading to Oosh at Dempsey [...]

But.

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

My dreams.
They aren’t as empty.
As my conscience seems to be.

No one knows what it’s like.

Protected: Curtain call.

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

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Protected: One Last Breath

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

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昨天.

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

The Beatles – Yesterday
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe
In yesterday
Suddenly
I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly

The Wolowitz Hypothesis.

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

While watching America’s Next Top Model…
Howard: Oh, look, there’s the future Mrs Wolowitz. No, wait, that’s the future Mrs Wolowitz. With her head in the lap of, what a coincidence, it’s the future Mrs Wolowitz.
Leonard: Yeah, they can all move in with you and your mother. The current Mrs Wolowitz.

HAHAHAHA! Oh my gosh, that’s why [...]

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Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Those were snowflakes. Now, a Merry Christmas to everyone here!

Meet Wolowitz.

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Shattered

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can’t define what I’m after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I’m shattered
I always turn the car around

Candlelight.

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Just booked a seat at my local church (you could hardly call it “local” these days) for Christmas service. Seemed like the right thing to do for me.
I mean, I don’t know. I’m not exactly what people call a “religious man” but somehow, I find it incredibly odd to miss out on church on this [...]

“We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation.”