maudlin

Oh, really.

"The problem is that we think the opposite of funny

is serious. It is not. In fact, the opposite of funny is

not funny, and the opposite of serious is not serious."

-excerpt from Terry Pratchett's

Carnegie Medal acceptance speech

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The thrill of entering a bookshop can be so severely dimmed by the disappointment of realising that there isn't much there you particularly want to read - but hey, why not give some new stuff a shot? :D

the return of...

...the Internet. Thank heavens for that.

A fluke shot during a walk near Westminster Abbey last year.

"Think of it as a dance routine where you not only want
to lead, but you also really want to kill your partner."

borrowed finery

Someone should tell our new teachers that handling a Form Five class is different from teaching nine-year-old kids.

just one question.

"Why ME?!"

I'm getting quite tired of losing my stuff the hard way.

I don't even have the privilege of dumping my phone into a trash-can somewhere; no, it has to get stolen. Only this time, it zoomed off on a motorcycle together with its charger, the keys to the old house (which the perp probably saw), my wallet, my SJAM ID tag and beret.

Now I have a fear of motorcyclists, and I keep hearing a strange combination of sounds* in my head. Great.

*a too-close motorcycle, ripping cloth and my own really weird screaming.

Mister Fu.

Lol. I was bloody insulted when cK said that to me at first, but now I think it's kind of funny. The things people think of.

Been sifting through photos of a trip to Cameron two years ago and realised that I still love the pictures I took then - or maybe I just like the flora there. Someone - alright, it was Nutcha, heheh - once told me that early morning sunlight is best for taking pictures - guess that was true, now that I look back on it.

Well, okay, some of them were taken a little later in the day, but what the heck.


And, will you believe, the first six were all taken on the BNM bungalow premises. Those caretakers are really good gardeners, aren't they. ><

concentration; concentration now begins...

A tree somewhere in Sabah - hope it's still there.

Eff you.

zzz

That's the spirit!

oh, yeah?

Mun may find this little friend familiar.

Once upon a time... and here I get stuck. I'm not too good at tales. (My lying skills are pretty crappy too, come to think of it.)

Letting my older brother be your chauffeur is always a mistake - if you're not prepared for his strange behaviour, that is. He finds it...funny. Maybe it's what they call Guy Humour. Huh.

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Going around in circles.

Kujira no Hige

My first actual postcard :)

Currently addicted to Pet Society on Facebook. My bear's name is Hanabi, and it's a he despite the girly name.
Oh, and - I have also started Diablo II again only this time I'm playing on the expansion, LoD. Levelling is proving crappy, though.

now what this gotta do with da price of tea in China

-- anyone who knows the next line of the song is not to blame me for being vulgar. Instead, try telling my older brother to stop making me listen to Ice Cube. *shudder*

It's been an uneventful first day of the new lunar year, unless temple smoke counts as exciting. It is only tomorrow that the cards, mahjong set and firecrackers will come into the picture. And, probably, the day after as well.

Oh, and: solo shopping is incredibly efficient.

A chest of drawers, a drawerful of stars

A scoop of stars for nine of glister

A cup of glister with two of pitch

A handful of salt to savour the flavour.

- Rhyme of Books, stanza 3