Addiction.
I could not stop thinking about this word the entire day. It's as if I'm addicted to the word addiction and anything associates with it.
My addictions.
Like when I don't get my daily dose of caffeine. My face would turn blue and I don't look at the road when I drive. It makes me feel very sorry for my mini.
Like when I nervously called the credit card service number to increase my limit so it would ease my urge of spending, mostly on things I "need".
Like when I unconsciously fixed my eyes on shoes displayed at the shop front while rushing to somewhere coz I'm always not on time.
Like I could not keep my hands away from my newly acquired iPhone3GS. Hence this nonsense I'm writing.
It makes me wonder the possibility of a new global enterprise with a network of rehabilitation centres for iPhone/facebook/whatever addicts. I'm sure I would spend a fair share of my lifetime in such a place.
Many many addictions need to be cured, yet so little time.
GET OFF YOUR BLOODY IPHONE!
Okie. Ciao for now.
P.s. Grill'd hot chips are really really yummy XD
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If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
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