"Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?"

Well said Paul Simon, luckily for me, my looks will never go... though they can pimples. Alas.

Life, is ok. I wish I could spout of mysteries and adventures, of romance and ballet dancing. But no. I can only say... ok.

So the assignment of which I have been slogging on is finally over and done with. Handed in amidst tears of joy. It's only 25%. Lousy quarter mark. That and presentation has made me fret and worry unnecessarily. SIGH. But its over... for the time being.

In the meantime though, am slacking and meeting pple and watching Noein. An odd anime. When its good its very very good, when its bad... its ok. heh.

Dramas have not been resolved, changed a bit, but definitely not resolved. I dunno if it will. And... thats it. My music collection is returning to somewhat health, though still butchered. And I am going to play tennis on sunday. Go me!

"We heard the fireworks
Rushed out to watch the sky,
Happy go lucky, fourth of July

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river
When the flood water pours from the mouth?

How can you be a Christian?
How can you be a Jew?
How can you be a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?
How can you?

Weak as the winter sun, we enter life on earth.
Names and religion comes just after date of birth.
Then everybody gets a tongue to speak,
And everyone hears an inner voice,
A day at the end of the week to wonder and rejoice.

If the answer is infinite light
Why do we sleep in the dark?

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river?
When the flood water pours from the mouth?

How can you tattoo your body?
Why do you cover your head?
How can you eat from a rice bowl
The holy man only breaks bread?

We watched the fireworks 'til they were fireflies.
Followed a path of stars over the endless skies.

How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river
When the flood water pours from the mouth, from the mouth?

I've been given all I wanted,
Only three generations off the boat.
I've harvested and I've planted.
I'm wearing my father's old coat."

Paul Simon, How Can You Live In the Northeast

I suppose apologies are in order. But before that, I must state that you were being annoying, and as I said, petulant. Under assignment stress, I had already said no, stated my reasons and even flashed that bit of irritation at u. But no, u kept it up. And so, I raged back.

But it did not allow me to be that horrid to u, to call u names. For those misdemeanors, I apologize. I am very very sorry, and it is here I ask for your forgiveness. Forgive a man who let his temper get the better of him once more. That I ask and hope you will grant it.

Once again, my deepest apologies. I await your reply.