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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Sunday, June 13, 2004. Oh and for those of you who asked me to get msn, i have it now. go ahead and add. Enervate, exit highland. Myasma is dead. long live myasma. I created 'myasma' as a concept to base this blog upon. but now i've realised that this concept has been stolen and mangled beyond recognition by cruel coincidence. as such, my blabberings no longer have any value (i started out hoping that they have some intrinsic value) and therefore, 'myasma' is now kitsch. Enervate, exit highland.
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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Sunday, June 06, 2004. And your voice is ambrosia. Enervate, exit highland.
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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Sunday, May 09, 2004. The glitter on the Cimmerian void outside was just cheerless. Up, up, in the sky so high. stars shining there so bright. Why is it that elation and happiness, is always so fleeting? Maybe you knew what you had wanted, but yet, time and circumstance never congealed anything into fruition. the slippery sands shifts and disappears between the cracks of your fingers and down into the earth. No matter. you know the outcome of it anyway. You walk, but you need no visuals anymore.
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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Saturday, August 14, 2004. I've made a new cicrumvallation. The new url is at http:/ voice-of.blogspot.com. Enervate, exit highland.
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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Saturday, May 01, 2004. Why is it that some people are not always that sharp in their daily lives, but are superhumanly phantasmally omnipotently fast when running to the food queue, or away from artillery shells, leaving your poor comrades behind and your section I/C blown to bits when trying to evacuate an injured comrade? Xiang xing wo ba sin jia bo! Believe me, singapore! Enervate, exit highland.
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as the city falls asleep, the days bleed into the night
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Sunday, June 12, 2005. Enervate, exit highland.
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white star
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Saturday, November 29, 2003. You'd think that you'd have plenty to do after whatever you have got to do. In the days leading up to the exams, you sit staring blankly at your notes and wonder at what you want to do after the papers, filled with certainty that you will do them. And when you're done, you're just. Done.
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white star
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Tuesday, December 16, 2003. I lost all my old toys today. Mom threw them out. I never touch them anymore, but then knowing that they are no longer around is a harsh feeling to have. Monday, December 15, 2003. If there were one movie I really wanted everyone I know to watch (apart from the really obvious LOTR finale), it would have to be this.
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white star
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Saturday, January 03, 2004. Lesson to all: Always be on the. End of the service industry. Having lost my right to student concessions, homework and exams, I have discovered a new life awaiting me - the life of a paid employee. Having to be civil to people is not difficult, but then being unused to long hours standing and serving is a problem. And this work experience has reinforced my distaste for fat rich snobs.
