delicate yellow :D

Leave a room unturned for a couple of years, and see what happens: a few lizards, a family of cockroaches and a colony of ants move into the cupboards.

Nature is marvellous, no?

And when you consider that the majority of the workforce today was female...

good omens

Guess who threatened to pee on me today?

What do good manners demand of you when you really, really don't want to do what civilities and familial ties ask of you?

Help me name my thumbdrive, anyone?

help me, I've been hit

-by something no reasonably decent (well, at least I don't go about committing crimes of a bestial nature or suchlike) person should ever have to see.

It actually hurts to see these kinds of things. Physically. My muscles start twisting and twitching and I start seeing stars. You'd think these people die a little death each time they spell a word right. Damnit.

(King Julien-esque) It's so annoying.

deedle deedle dum

I finally found out what happens on the eleventh day of Christmas!

And I got sick of Minima and its, well, minimality. Hence the change, see.

(fairy lights! xD)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the things that make a man:

Iron enough to make a nail,
Lime enough to paint a wall,
Water enough to drown a dog,
Sulphur enough to stop the fleas,
Poison enough to kill a cow,
Potash enough to wash a shirt,
Gold enough to buy a bean,
Silver enough to coat a pin,
Lead enough to ballast a bird,
Phosphor enough to light the town.

Strength enough to build a home,
Time enough to hold a child,
Love enough to break a heart.

behold, Uroboros

the relatives're coming over this weekend!

Once more we learn about the circle of life. You da man, Merlin (except the killing-babies part, of course).

happy spots

Another unexpected postcard!

Life is making it up to me for yesterday's terror (and yes, terror is really the right word - the result of a haywire imagination and watching cK play L4D).

Memory serves at such inopportune moments sometimes.

Now, I find myself in a bad situation where civilities force me into a corner from which I have no escape. With every cell in my being I refuse to do what is expected of me from certain quarters, yet it seems there is no other choice.

Oh, dear. Time to bury myself in books again. ><

p.s.: Remember that awful news I mentioned? It's doing a lot better now :)

the eleventh day of christmas?

Eeughhh, chlorine. Gross.

You'd think I'd have things to say about camp and the Christmas party, but I don't - which surprises even myself. Maybe it's just my lousy hold on the language and my insufficient vocabulary. Oh, well.

Made tang yuen with Shawn today. Our colours were white, pink, green and blue; our shapes were decidedly not-round. I concentrated on making pyramids and caterpillars, whilst he did rings and pancakes. The shapes looked too freaky to be served, so mum made us eat our own.

Thrice washed, and still icky with Cl. Gah.

-.

Image storing with Picasa. LOL. Please don't say anything, it's for the sake of forum-whoring (to which I've become addicted). *shame-faced*

somersaults and cartwheels

The wEiRdEst postcard in my life and the funniest complexion.
A piece of awful news and a huggy pillow.
One fridge emptied and one inexplicably moving book read.

Home sweet home.

gysahl greens

Tomorrow morning, the alarm will go off at a quarter past five. I don't think I can handle the idea. O_O

It will awaken me to a week of camp - which probably equates to:
squeezing and sleeping in dusty, musty, smelly, squashy tents;
waking up at five every subsequent morning with all ten toes frozen off;
eating three meals of gross food a day;
scorpions and mosquitoes and snakes in the area;
communal bathing and hideous toilets;
and weather that will very likely be awful.

And there must be some facet of me - that even I did not know about - that is somewhat masochistic, because I'm actually rather excited.

Yikes.

How long will ye vex my soul, and
break me in pieces with words?

throwing in the towel

As is probably extremely obvious from the title, I have decided to give up in my efforts to keep my titles at one word each. Bah, it was a stupid thing to do in the first place.

Psst. I have no idea if those berries are edible (I didn't have the guts to try). Can anyone tell me if they are? Because they look yummy.

I'm curious. I've never glomped or been glomped before, so I wonder what it feels like. Might be dangerous to the recipient if I were the one glomping, though. Hmm...

Pausing the music player in favour of re-watching Blood+

sarcasm?

It can get very confusing when something that more or less means everything feels like nothing at all. Where has the year gone? I demand my sophomore (I think) year back!

I've just returned from a long sojourn in the land of my books, and I'm boggy - only this time, the book was about something a lot more pleasant than baby-eaters. Ahhh, there's something to dream about tonight.

Hearing faint strains of Takahashi Hitomi's Kaze no Kirin

p.s.: the teh o ais limau near my place rocks. I'll buy you some when you visit ;)

****.

If there really are gods in the skies, then they sure do hate me. This is the celestial equivalent of a Dreadnought. Or a V4 - blow after blow after blow. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeesh.

outline

Perseverance is key...well, that and a whole load of, um, encouragement? Whatever that was, it worked. ;) Thanks a bunch, buddy. You're a blockhead, but thanks anyway. :)

Shopping trips with my mum always prove completely disastrous.

The feets are tapping along to: Nobuo Uematsu's Vamo'alla Flamenco

blah

Even with the ordeal over, the differences resolved and the truce made, the memory of how easily it came about still haunt the mind.

caught

Ye gods.

research

Hat. Hat. Hat.

I've learned something today about exceeded expectations.

"Tom, if irony were
strawberries, we'd all be drinking
a lot of smoothies right now."

(p.s.: photo credit goes to munchkin.)

isthmus

(note: the following statements do not necessarily relate to one another.)

I can't think straight with my head about to explode like this.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.

I'm feeling angry with someone I should never have cause to be angry with.

I hate that everyone - yes, including me - is so damned quick to denigrate others.

I wish my dad were home.

I regret what happened, but I won't admit it. No way in hell.

I want to pledge my organs for donation after I die, and then I want to have a closed-casket ceremony.

Cold showers are my personal kind of panacea.

I don't feel ready for camp.

I want more aspirin, but it would probably OD me.

My speakers aren't working, but if they were I'd be listening to Dido's White Flag

elimination

I am full of grate (haha) to the two huggables who came with me today and listened to my incessant, inconsequential chatter as I had my hair cut. You have no idea how much that means to a person who dislikes trips to salons and endures the treatment as though it's torture.

My new haircut is about as fickle as I am -- it can look decent one moment and in the next it's similar to the grandma next door's hair. I guess that's appropriate, though I wish it'd make up its mind.

Signed,
Redneck (probably only nutnut will understand this)

Not listening to anything. It's late ;)