Like the devil sick of sin, Make me stop feeling

My tutor made me a Guest User for that module that I couldnt take. =) Happy. Am bloody privileged. I get to read it without having to do exams. I nearly skipped his lecture yesterday, abt this short story - some guy woke up and discovered that he had turned into a beetle. Yea. Beeee-turl. I did that story before in one of my GEs and the female tutor just didnt make me think the story made any sense. Ofcoz I'm glad I went. He has all the answers to my questions. OK no, he doesnt. But yet he does. He'd tell me there are no answers and then he'd awe me with his perspective. I wish u had a perspective.

Some author said that the worse thing to be in this world is to be sensitive. To be sensitive. To be sensitive...

And you. You couldnt care less.

How many times can you listen to a song before it loses its meaning for you?
I get the strangest feeling that when you finally know me you'd go away
But ofcoz maybe you'd like to re-know me again someday
When you think I might give you meaning again
So I'd stand here and I'll wait for you with the back of my head
Wait for you to wish to hear me again

My nose is running again. And while it's gaining speed it leaves me languid. And trust me its doing a marathon. It has a good stamina. I used to always track back. What did I actually put in mouth that made body sick? But I get sick so easily now no matter what I eat. Maybe sometimes I really wanna be sick. Mind sick = body sick. I'm thinking maybe its the over indulging. Maybe its me doing ice-cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ice cream makes me happy.

I get a letter from my junior from crescent. She's now in UK studying. In it was a stone she picked up from France.

I'm asking you, what are the five things worth living for in your life? Those five things that will give u the strength to wanna live again when all you want is to die. You said it must be Sex and Booze. And you, you said Incubus. Friends? Friends. My bro said for him it'd be a beautiful woman. You really can't judge him on that. He's 15.

My brother. Letters? Maybe letters.

Its funny, the level of connection u feel with someone through letters. You make a difference when you choose to sit down and pen your thoughts with me in your mind. Thats special. You make me feel special. Maybe I dont wanna do talking any more. And I wonder how I can no longer tell u stuff.

I dont get how people can stop writing in their lives. Maybe one day I'd know. When I couldnt care less. But arent u worried? That today dies as soon as we vacate it. That everything beautiful that happened to you or will ever happen to you will die as well. Why don't you write them down to make them stay? Why dont u write them down to remember how your yesterdays died?

Gawd...I need to practice reticence. I've got too much to say.