Thinking aloud.

For some you who don't know me. Here it goes. Thats me during my graduation in 2006. GB.

Your beauty is of a star. You shine so bright you make me smile. Your eyes breath life; they make me jump with elation. You are so generous and kind, you feed my soul with happiness. You are from above, a gift of the gods, a true manna from heaven. I am wholly fed from your love. You have feeled my cup with joys, my cup runneth over. Please don't let this sunshine set on me, let it be an eternal noon, un-setting sun, radiation of bliss and elation. How beautiful is your site, you eyes are like 2 twin stars. Your smile like the face of the moon. You voice like a melody from a classic song; Or a morning bird. Oh, your breasts are so ready to feed my love; how I love to rest therein, and forget the whole world exist. I am lost in this affair. So lost I don't want to be found. Here I want to stay with you my love, no one else do I need. I love you Tynie.

I intend to work hard this semester. I escaped with a slim margin last year. I really want to be a good student for once. It will be the last time doing course work for MSc degree. Next will be project report. By the way I am seriously thinking about what topic am I going to be doing. I am thinking of doing something related with a future PhD thesis. I don't want anything difficult. I am at a point where I am not concerned about quality. As long as I have a degree thats fine. A wierd feeling; but what can I do when I am faced with so much pressure of growing up, and needing to have a career. You start to wonder whether an ideal career is possible. Happy are thou who find an ideal career. I believe we somehow find some challenges and dislikes in our 'ideal' career. Work is not pleasurable at all. You just got to do it. Or is it different?