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I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, 'Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole. In the morning, glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. - A Poison Tree, William Blake

August 26, 2005

Coming back to life

I return to find I have my possessions scattered and not a place to my name.

School's D-day is approaching and I am unprepared. My summer was fantastic, and now I am reluctant to continue on with life. The last couple of weeks have been a long blur of upcoming deadlines. I have many a pressing task.

I sure have work to do this year.

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At 12:41 PM, August 27, 2005, Su Chong added...: My life this past year has been a long blur of upcoming deadlines, ever since I decided to REALLY transfer to Provo.
Man, school starts Monday and I still haven't gotten anything finalised yet! But at least I have a place to my name where my possessions are scattered, all within my half of the room anyways. It sure feels good to sleep on a bed that belongs to ME (even if I don't have a pillow yet). You'll find your place soon.

Play is where we are allowed to be insane and work is what keeps us sane =) so it's a good thing you have a lot of work to do this year! Just remember, Don't count down the days; Let the days count.

You are awesome.

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Coming back to life

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