well, that's that

another decision to finally write something meaningful...

 

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(1772 - 1834)
English poet

so, I didn't get hooked...

writing up my Master thesis at Victoria,
I procrastinate this fine evening by looking at my random blog--------

godspeed everybody
andre