I never.

I'm coming out of my cage And I�ve been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I�m falling asleep And she�s calling a cab While he�s having a smoke And she�s taking a drag Now they�re going to bed And my stomach is sick And it�s all in my head But she�s touching his�chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me go I just can�t look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it�s just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes �Cause I�m Mr Brightside

I never.

I'm coming out of my cage And I�ve been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I�m falling asleep And she�s calling a cab While he�s having a smoke And she�s taking a drag Now they�re going to bed And my stomach is sick And it�s all in my head But she�s touching his�chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me go I just can�t look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it�s just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes �Cause I�m Mr Brightside
I never.

The Killers ~ Mr brightside.

I am.

Come hither, 4th of July.

Here's the bit of absurd existentialism.

I am waiting.

HAHAHAHA :: Ian Tann rocks my socks

He gives me strength to be gracious, to be positive and to just live it like it is.
Sure it mayn't be altruistic, but it all fits well into my mirocosmic fabric of life.

Thank you God.

And after 3 days of ranting and seething, the temple can be rebuilt. Tomorrow at work, I will ask Vivek to rerun that conversation we had a week ago, about looking back at our lives and quizzing over why we stress ourselves up so, over such innane things. Things are good, God is sovereign and He works with us. It's the amazing partnership between man and God that rushes us toward the escatological end.
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Things work.

I had a great BBQ with my parent's CG. I swam, ate, played squash, ate, swam, ate, showered, talked. And as I zipped up my goggle case that happily mummufied my aquatic-optical-organ-protective-equipment, and pushed my toes a little deeper into my plush teva slippers (bought cheap at a warehouse sale), I found that I finally reached the height of materialistic satisfaction. Buy things that you need, that make your life significantly (albeit slightly) more functional and rational.

Now I just need to get my hands on that iBook...