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Monday, July 07, 2008

Oh. I get it. It's like give, then take back. As accusatory as it may seem.

Life goes on.



Just got back from good food and good rest. That aint my sole prupose in life, but as always, I'm in constant search of that. And of course, good company.

Snapping back into reality, term starts again tmr. The cycle repeats itself, if not on an entirely different note.

Have this good feeling that it will be a quesy, rushy, fasty, uncomfy, mystery, squeezy, wheezy, flying term. How do you put it. Out of the world? Yeah.

More like a sigh-ish, slow-ish "yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhh" rather than a jubilant "YEAH!".


The week to come, I fear.
Freaking out. Or will be.



I suddenly recalled.

At this point of time last year I freaked out because of a completely different set of reaons. 3 sets, if I am not wrong. Something which happened prior to, in the midst of, and the arival of ...

It's so scary it's not funny. Well, no one said it was. But just plain scary stinky shit.

And to think I made it through all that makes me a survivor. Cocky as it may sound, but I am.

I AM.