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CHARMAINE Underneath this flabby exterior lies an enormous lack of character.

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Saturday, September 8, 2007 Saturday, September 8, 2007

once in a while my mood plunges and nothing seems to be able to make me feel better, even chocolate! my productivity rate goes down to an all-time low... and i seem to have too much inertia to do anything... whatever i do is unproductive.





then perhaps i go online to search for random pictures... of things i'd like to see. today i found a very nice picture of a japanese woman... found on a dead japanese soldier in WWII..


after reading coetzee last sem and thinking about historical guilt... how it is to live as a singaporean chinese and not to feel any inherent guilt ... how different it wld be if i were, say, german or japanese... or british, spanish... maybe im juz ignorant...



somehow whenever my mood is low... such things get to me... the kind of eternal universal suffering that man have gone through. that animals are going through... these are some things that tug at my heartstrings and make me feel all queasy...



because of how often i think of these things... i get agitated when i consider these issues with respect to my life and the pple arnd me...

gee emo entry!