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[14/01; Thursday|02:06 am] |
so i shall resolve to be less so. or less outwardly so.
it would also be a good idea to speak/write in proper (conventionally) grammatical english.
i like electro drum beats. they're like quiet but substantial footsteps.
i started RSSing another music blog called hot biscuits. they post decent-sounding mp3s regularly and i am a cheapskate and therefore a fan.
everyone listen to this song. it is surprisingly good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNzrwh2Z2hQ
opawrehaoebnr;aea;oighaoeihaoteahroaerj;lzfj;dsfja;siodjasd stop saying start doing deb |
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[30/12; Wednesday|02:51 am] |
there are certain shoes i would like to spend a day in, and some that i can wait to step into.
it's been a nice december.
the world is full of shitty poetry. now and then i contribute to the pile. i'm kind of in a typographic mood today, and i want to listen to some quiet lovesong rock (if that will ever make any sense).
( leather jacket ) |
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| denial |
[03/12; Thursday|01:58 am] |
every time i add new people on LJ, i write an entry to inadvertently celebrate.
of such things as denial that i will be able to finish a decent amount of understood, productive studying by monday i am queen.
the next four days are going to be fun. |
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| battery 15% |
[19/11; Thursday|02:51 am] |
( 2am: atwood )
after CA2 i am going to spend some time running around town past midnight again. i want to catch a proper sunrise off the top of a multi-storey building. i still want to take a panorama off every roof in CBD.
i am still throat-throbbing though the cough syrup seems to work.
i feel like friendslocking this blog just for the heck of making myself a pretty friendslocked logo.
i believe i need a life, but i don't really want one. which accounts for 70% of why i'm doing med i suppose
is there anyone out there who wants to come and explore hongkong through 24 hours with me? i don't think my family - comprising grandparents, mum and two younger siblings - will.
i have the worst time management in the world.
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[16/11; Monday|09:53 pm] |
hello LJ i've missed you so. i haven't changed much since we last met and i probably never will. you are inanimate but breathing, i.e. perfused and ventilated. your cardiac cycle takes a few months, which is why you are still alive. we've only missed a heartbeat or two. i am now nerdier and studying harder than you have ever seen. this still pales in comparison to the other 269 people with whom i coinhabit muggerland.
i want to write and draw and photograph and sing and dance and in general express in the fashion of a conduit what i perceive in the rest of the world to be pretty.
ick. |
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[18/04; Saturday|12:55 pm] |
"Alley Violinist"
Robert Lax
if you were an alley violinist
and they threw you money
from three windows
and the first note contained
a nickel and said:
when you play, we dance and
sing, signed
a very poor family
and the second one contained
a dime and said:
i like your playing very much,
signed
a sick old lady
and the last one contained
a dollar and said:
beat it,
would you:
stand there and play?
beat it?
walk away playing your fiddle? |
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[16/04; Thursday|11:01 pm] |
baggage! claim counter to the left if you are interested.
i am drinking the world's most awesome chocolate milk made from malaysian distributed cocoa and trying to think of a way to explain interatomic forces by tomorrow
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[13/04; Monday|02:21 am] |
i should make more of an effort to be less of a beanbag
like going running. i like going running. like i like going running. run like i like going running. don't run like i going running. i don't run like i like going running.
maybe if i bothered to take photos and photoshop them and wait longlong for them to appear online when i try posting them i would be less of a beanbag. maybe then i could progress to being mildly competent at wearing clothes/makeup/shoes and maybe one day i will be Happening with selective punctuation.
i wonder if i will ever get to it. it doesn't bother me long enough to do anything about it yet. |
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| where are you |
[10/04; Friday|01:13 am] |
i had a big bowl of lodeh maggi mee. frankenstein makes the best meals out of larder staples and leftovers.
the dinner table is slowly being colonised with my crap. why colon? wherefore colony?
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| pas si simple |
[10/04; Friday|12:57 am] |
spectacular and speculation
are cousins and neighbours.
they attend events in tandem
and contrasting outfits. he wears
a sparkling suit, she air. both
are fawned over as they leave in
expectation. he is asked,
what makes you so awesome? and
she, how good will you ever be?
despite being perpetually bare
she is a fashion industry mainstay.
he is quickly lauded and
swiftly sadly forgotten. still
in their bit-parts onstage they
desperately compete for
high distinction from
one another, realising
everything but that
they look the same.
what exactly does that title mean?
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[09/04; Thursday|11:35 am] |
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i should go for chinese class |
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[20/11; Thursday|02:38 am] |
( recol )
i have found two dresses for 2711. on interesting days everything comes in twos- dresses tops innerwear. people places buses shoes hands.
too lazy to give a crap about blog layout anymore. also realised i have not followed twitter since last last month, and that my rss is irresurrectable (as is my grammar).
if i were a bug in a jar i think i might (for maybe just a while) like it. before realising that the leaves are wilting and air getting staler staler still. i'd be red and round with black spots and no hair on my six legs.
manifesto: i will spend my days a facilitator. i will create, cause, facilitate. like the possibly gay man/conglomerate who so lovingly designed ps cafe at palai. gay or not gay the place is wonderful and like i shall to many such lovely places one day i shall return. |
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| tourista |
[18/11; Tuesday|02:32 pm] |
i wonder why every other bloody prom is themed something along the lines of "masquerade".
speaking of the 27th i still have no dress or shoes or suitable state of mind or figure. it is okay. i will venture out of my lair tomorrow and find something.
older rhymes with
colder than a
shoulder rests on
boulder in the
shining brining
squinting glinting
sun |
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| 4/11 |
[04/11; Tuesday|06:54 pm] |
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
and should i die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take
the above verse applies in several pertinent ways
have a good one |
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| afternoon |
[02/09; Tuesday|12:19 am] |
i want to dream
guiltlessly; without a time limit
my world will unfold itself
like a newspaper
flower in the morning. |
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| starbucks |
[25/08; Monday|06:54 pm] |
( query )
LJ has finally decided to load fully after days of giving up halfway and leaving me with no layout and everything in TNR.
starbucks is actually a really nice place. they play good music and serve good, if grossly overpriced, coffee (surprise surprise). it's cold, like the last few days have been uncharacteristically freezing. i will remind myself to wear shoes on my next visit.
commentary time! |
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[22/07; Tuesday|06:56 pm] |
took strange orange med and slept a lot. woke up, ate lunch (which was infuriating for reasons below) and slept again.
eating is wholly annoying when you can't smell, because you can tell that the food (porridge, i like porridge) is awesome but not be able to actually taste it. ah well. |
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