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i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
ten a.m.!
what an achievement. am unnecessarily satisfied that i have woken up relatively early today. strange morning-after feeling looms in the air. quite like how u go drinking and then the next day it feels like a pseudo-out of the body experience. LOL. unfortunately (fortunately?) for me, i have not been drinking much at all (apart from port on xmas eve) hahaha. today i have to finish that mark haddon book, and perhaps find some notes on it for the tuition kid. lessons have been going okay, he's always laughing but i can't tell if he's laughing at me or if he finds the poems amusing. (strange suspicion it is the former) but ah well, shall err, cultivate an interest and then work from there. perhaps i should be more stern. but then again how does one be all stern when one is talking about someone who put her head in an oven! argh. have also told him my theory on evil nursery rhymes and have set him on a quest to go find more evil-ness in other poems. (simply a sly attempt to get him to read more lolll)
last night i happened to hear sounds from downstairs so i stuck my head out the window and realised it was a few kids playing with sparklers and a motorised helicopter-ish thingymajig. was feeling quite nostalgic and dazed so i watched them for a while, all festive with Christmas carols playing in the background. i think they must have thought i was some pervert because one shouted "eh got people watching!" stupid twit. completely spoiled my nostalgic moment because then i started feeling like such a voyeur. idiot. so i retired back to my handphone and played Chuzzle.
anyho, still bumming around the house in my pyjamas, best get changed and start on some "work". loll i like how i can put that word in inverted commas now. (something i probably would not be able to do once school starts because "work" would really mean WORK. grr nvm.)
p.s. just blew 80 bucks on a new laptop charger. bloody hell, 80 bucks for a set of wires and insulation. grgrgrgrrgrr
brin bit this at ; 10:58 AM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.
