A purpose

(via bella MUMMA)

So I suspect I'm spending too much time on the computer?
I've finally finished designing the Crusade Camp T-shirt, I think. Will call the Mac service guy tomorrow so they can tow her away. And hopefully fix all those cracks. I've been using the PC for the past few days, and I realised that Illustrator CS4 is pretty different from my version.

HMM... Oh yea. I fixed up the yahoo media player, which strangely cannot be used when viewed on Firefox. I've tested it on Safari and Chrome and it works just fine.

Know what? Sometimes I think of switching back to Blogger. Of course without a tagboard. I really dislike tagboards. Mostly because no one tags.

Such Great Heights

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

I changed my time zone to +7 Christmas. It sounds lovely.

I live on an island, yet I live in a city.

As with cities, the pace of life is incredibly fast, you can't catch your breath without being left behind.
As with islands, there is no escape.

That sounds remarkably like a depressing horror story, if it's possible.

I can't understand why there is so much hurt in the world. How much of it is real and how much imagined? And why are there some people who are always sad, while others are perpetually happy?

Is it just a way of seeing things that makes them this way? Simply a case of pessimism vs. optimism?

And why do still others seem happy on the surface, but when you delve deeper are full of unspoken hurts, pain, and confusion? What's the sense in it all.