My poor health!

Man. I think my fitness will suffer if this continues. I feel like I'm half dead every morning I wake up, completely dead by noon, not so dead at night, and then the cycle repeats. At least if I could sleep well I don't mind. Unfortunately, the only days where I slept well were the days I return home groggy from drinking! lol...

The "whole life wasted" theme is starting to grow on me. And IMRE appears to have NOT paid me yet! My account is screaming in hemorrhage! Please deposit the money soon!

And no. It is not to fund my jaunts to C2H5OH land. I just want to save it for that dream Egypt trip!

Toute la vie...gaspillée!

I remember I used to love running so much. But ever since my long layoff, it seems like I have lost the drive for it. I cannot believe that I just sat here for 2 hours because I was procrastinating on going for my run!

Toute la vie...gaspillée!

Anyways, life sucks when you have no choice, and it sucks when you have choices. *Slams head in wall* Should I or should I not? Possibly hang myself with pride or swallow? Talk to shadows forever or finally embrace life?

And what if its a wrong choice?
And a right choice?
Wrong choice?
Right choice?
Wrong?
Right?

Six days ago, my life took a tumble.
I search a path to a day when I was younger.
The road ahead was so much longer.
Too far to even bother!
So little trouble.
What a life that was I wonder!
Recall it for days yonder!
Mais here-in came the spanner!
The works were jammed twas horrible.
Change the world.
I long so fonder.




Oh, je pense je peux abandonner mon Chinois. Mon tête tourne quand j'ecoute trop de Chinois! WTF!

Macbeth

Macbeth

Selene smiles down wanly.
Cycle after cycle her orbit never wanes.
She was so beautiful, yet she shines so faintly!
How could she compete with Apollo's fiery mane?

He brushes past her nightly embrace
And await impatiently for the sight of his mighty crown.
Oh, who cares for her dull grace,
When there is his lord's brilliant fold to be sought and found.

But like ignorant Icarus the ignoramus flew harder and harder to get higher and higher,
Eyes on heaven whilst melting wings beat;
And even as she attempted unavailing warning after unavailing warning for cycles after cycles,
Distracted he will not be from his feat.

Above the seas full of sound and fury he weeps,
Neptune gazes poignantly as another regret sinks like an anchor dropped in his realm.
Apollo has the fool in his vise-like grip,
and Selene weeps whilst he looks in vain to her even as pain overwhelms.

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Why is there that nagging feeling that I am in Apolla's wrathful grip rather than his warm embrace? Why is there the feeling that I would rather hug Dumas's works than swirl orange chemicals?

J'arrivais à mon bureau. Je doit commencer d'étudier et à lire le littérature...mais pourquoi atermoie-je?

Bien sûr, au moins, je pratique mon français. Haha...

RHCP

Forgive me, but I have just re-entered RHCP-crazed-fan stage again, after relistening to my long ignored RHCP albums.

I want to play like Flea and John...