No, emails don't wait till you reach work; don't you have gmail on your cell?
No, I will not wait for your office to open; can't I call you on your mobile?
No, we must publish a thinkpiece on the ills of technology by Sunday afternoon no matter what; isn't it helpful that you have Wordpress on your phone?
But like a doubled edged sword that I would kill to use (and use to kill heh heh) in l4d, technology brings forth with efficiency, a new awareness.
I detest people saying, "the world is more fucked up now than it is 10 years ago"
It's not true. Our world has always been at war with itself. All these cruelties did not pinnacle today. We have lived through much greater tragedies.
The only reason it feels like it's more fucked up now is because of awareness.
Turn a corner and you see a live bulletin streaming the news. Open a page and you see an ad telling you to download The Straits Times. Move across town to avoid world news and end up with a short stint in journalism. Yep life is interesting.
Awareness does incredibly two sided things to us. On one hand, we are now informed and able to help. On the other hand, it certainly feels like doomsday is charging towards us like a tank.
Do you feel welcomed to the new age already?
If you don't, BETTER LET IMAGINE DRAGONS KNOW!
I think I should pay for lunch with my sim friends.
Being notoriously and idiotic private about their stupid newly-attached life means they do not like to talk about themselves. Which means they would recycle my old dating stories/ experiences and mock them half to death. I will remember every joke till I die.
In between making fun of me and watching them flirt with each other (STILL WEIRD), they said a few gems that I haven't allowed myself to think about. One of it is on manipulation and arguments.
The flurry of getting caught up in my boyfriend's past relationship, and thinking I could fix them has turned me cold. Where there was once a fervent passion to fix things, there is now a disregard.
I got so sucked into that shit-storm that I have neglected my own fight. I forgot that my own past is still trying to drag me back. And the way I found out had to be through my dreams.
You were all the delight of an afternoon sun; you were the reason to live, the reason I breathe, all that I see.
When you left, my skies gathered and whirled into an ominous, frightful storm. It raged on, trying to exile my memories of a better afternoon.
It didn’t know.
That you were the blood in my veins.
You were the smell before rain.
And I will never fear anything again.
Kryptonite, huh?
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