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dreaming.custard.clouds.: March 2008
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5 days to pros. And i'm sitting here stuck with my butt firmly vegetating on the cold marble floor, watching DEATH NOTE 2! I am going to perish in the coming exams in about the same way as everyone else did in the show. Lolx) and declare myself too ostentatiously superior to the asinine intelligence of the series' writers and actors etc etc to warrant a waste of 3 hours of my life watching this. Man, am i totally eating my words. Ah, then again, we could just WIPE the smirk off his face if we believe we'...
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The last post was jan 11 2009. Well, at least it was 2009, not something as horrifically ancient as i imagined it was. (along the tunes of 782BC. something like that.). Been way too amorphically uninspired and tired/lazy/hopelessly slackerish to blog. I couldn't see the point of putting words on a white space when the words will be subjected to antiquity. solitary antiquity. It's mass inertia aging. which i have nature, good food and my jeans (scratch that) genes to thank for. Am awaiting news on my inco...
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: wow.
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The last post was in august! The 18th. how freaking long ago was THAT? Consider the fact that NANA consists of said amorphous blob of protoplasm without associated brains or memory capacity for even what she ate for breakfast this morning, and you get the idea.). But first, the mannikins are beckoning. i'm gonna go stick tubes in their airways, and then come back. haha. See, my bro's blog is so much more happening. HAPPENING, people! So go read his first until i update mine. haha :D.
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: so many moons cometh.
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So many moons cometh. So many things happened. When i said so many things happened, i mean: so. (resigned exclamation) many things happened. haha. urgh. what am i blabbering on about? Haha so surgery eopts over, last friday. was a nerve wracking experience. well at least until the part when my incredibly unintelligent answers made the 2 examiners crack up and shake their heads in. incredulity. haha. so chances of clearing it - haha. Yayness it was a great camp :D hee. i learnt how to play bridge! D oh ye...
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: the first four oases
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The first four oases. It has never been hard. Teacups, silvery things, gilded saucers partaken. With steel wrists. wrists of steel. Even with shakes of the head. Drink the tea, all of you. Drink it all up, drain the bitter cup. Debutantes all, husha-husha! May you fall down! These steel wrists, intricacies in themselves. Insomuch they are steel, cold dead metal, and yet they breathe life. The harsh stench of their breath; it denies life. Why does steel live, and yet die. With the passing of its protege?
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: June 2008
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Episode 2: downtown east with The Brother! Not the big one. the skinny, cool, smartass one.). Suffice to say that tomorrow, after the 6 hour long screamingscreAMINGSCREAMING session, i think i'll have no more voice left. recurrent laryngeal nerve palsy here i come :D. Anyway i think it's quite senseless to try to give a blowbyblow account of what we did, so here's the incredibly concentrated itinerary:. 1230pm - "Strike while things are HOT! After all the excitement (understatement of the year) we indulg...
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: May 2009
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The last post was jan 11 2009. Well, at least it was 2009, not something as horrifically ancient as i imagined it was. (along the tunes of 782BC. something like that.). Been way too amorphically uninspired and tired/lazy/hopelessly slackerish to blog. I couldn't see the point of putting words on a white space when the words will be subjected to antiquity. solitary antiquity. It's mass inertia aging. which i have nature, good food and my jeans (scratch that) genes to thank for. Am awaiting news on my inco...
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dreaming.custard.clouds.: January 2009
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The first four oases. It has never been hard. Teacups, silvery things, gilded saucers partaken. With steel wrists. wrists of steel. Even with shakes of the head. Drink the tea, all of you. Drink it all up, drain the bitter cup. Debutantes all, husha-husha! May you fall down! These steel wrists, intricacies in themselves. Insomuch they are steel, cold dead metal, and yet they breathe life. The harsh stench of their breath; it denies life. Why does steel live, and yet die. With the passing of its protege?
