how many apples?

I didn't realise how interesting this photograph was until I reviewed my pictures out of boredom in the plane.

*vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv*

"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.

"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished; a vital voice once venerated, now vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation now stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violent, vicious and voracious violation of volition.

"The only verdict is vengeance. A vendetta, held as votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and virtuous. Yet verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very great honour to meet you, and you may call me V."

"Are you, like . . . a crazy person?"

***

When school starts, I won't have nearly as much time for reading and telly :(

two zero zero nine

It's not that nice a number. It's not a new millenium or century, not even a new decade. What's the big deal?

Stupid question, innit. Everyone just wants a reason to have fun :D and fun we did have. The company was random, but good - and so was Ip Man!

Viva foosball and fireworks!!
Oh, and Donnie Yen too, of course.

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.

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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*