Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
hmm so yesterday i got asked strange questions and got accosted by a beggar while taking in the rather unfamiliar (to me) atmosphere of bugis street.. oh and not to mention baking this sponge apple thingamajig (not too sure what to call it cos i kinda combined two recipes hahaha) and meeting with various mini-disasters, not to mention the one involving the mixer going like bang and emitting smoke like some cheesy mad scientist movie.. oh yeah well it turned out all right in the end, besides it being too sweet.. yeah so rather an interesting day..
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me whtat it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?!
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
