It's been x years, y months and z days since we met. and longer since we spoke to each other at all. And still I hang over your every word. . and it fucking hurts when i read your short prose. and I know I don't deserve that trashing. the oblique references; the colours, the storm, the stars -- do we know where the fuck we stand?
Waiting in Copenhagen. for my head to be sawed off. again.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Good morning sunshine!
The earth says Hullo!
In the great, grand tradition of Singaporeans abroad, I have brought with me suitcases of stuff to Ulu Hall. But I still need the instant noodles for proof of identity. So far it has been great fun, and I am waiting to make my first friend. Several UFOs have landed on my bed since I put on the sheets last night, but I come prepared; should these invasions escalate to a crisis, Baygon and Antimos to the rescue!
It's Week 0, so school has not started, and I still have plenty of time to get a haircut, continue with Dvorak, and the likes.
I'm ready to know why 1+1=2!
In the great, grand tradition of Singaporeans abroad, I have brought with me suitcases of stuff to Ulu Hall. But I still need the instant noodles for proof of identity. So far it has been great fun, and I am waiting to make my first friend. Several UFOs have landed on my bed since I put on the sheets last night, but I come prepared; should these invasions escalate to a crisis, Baygon and Antimos to the rescue!
It's Week 0, so school has not started, and I still have plenty of time to get a haircut, continue with Dvorak, and the likes.
I'm ready to know why 1+1=2!
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