Well you are the one the one that lies close to me
Whispers hello I miss you quite terribly
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms
Went to the State Library today with David, Chao, and Liang, supposedly for debating preparation. The sum of what we accomplished: David and I skimmed through the essay Lachlan (our second speaker) wrote before he thoughtfully absented himself from today's meeting -_-. We spent the rest of our time there walking around, talking, staring in awe at the State Library in general, doing Liang's specialist maths (!) and even playing chess (?!). Yes, a very productive meeting wouldn't you say? The State Library is, however, truly a remarkable piece of architecture, not to mention the magnificent interior design. Breathtaking, every single time.
Well, I have received some feedback about my blog from the small pool of readers it boasts. The primary message, I understood, was that I was hardly recognizable as my blog voice, when compared to my "real" voice. "Different" was the word they used. Well, firstly, what are you comparing my blog voice to? What I say when I speak to you face to face? Have you any proof that what you see is not simply a disposition I put up and as a result not a true representation of myself? Or what I say on msn? Do you assume that is who I really am? In this day and age, can we really say that the way we interact with anything, what we do, what we say, what we feel, is actually a reflection of our true selves? What is the standard for such a measurement to be derived? Identity crisis?
Edit: Removed "stfu" from the end of paragraph. It was universally agreed to have masked the intended impression to readers, and has therefore been done away with after due deliberation. =P
Almost been a week since I left. I sense the distance more than ever this time. Overwhelming though it may be, technology repels the desolation. At least, until the next instance in time. Sound's repetitive, but...
Good morning all.