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once again, based on xinyin's recommendations i played a STUPID game.
and once again, i couldnt stop laughing.
i shall play em at work tomorrow. it shall lift my spirits up. LOL
so basically the game works like this:
OMFG i cant stop laughing my sleep time is being delayed by xinyin for a STUPID GAME LIKE THIS!
i seriously dont know how to play the game man. i look retarded. lol lol lol roflmao.
i still cant stop laughing.
this is what xinyin plays when she's bored.
play on.
WARNING: BOREDOM AND STRAINED EYES AHEAD
so.
ive finally finished my uni applications(uni can u believe it pretty soon it'll be me sayin i've finished making my retirement plans or somethin). i guess here's the part where i start falling to my knees and praying and praying and praying.
and praying.
please please please want me. at least consider me. or even just look at me. PLEASE.
and i was clearing the links under my "favorites" list and i was SO disturbed by this. i mean WTF?!
okay ive actually tried going there but it doesnt load. i DONT want it to load man. i mean wth its POKEMON for godssake. now that's freaky.
now wait a minute. i remember heydays when i thought pokemon was the best game ever. LOL ok no i dont mean that but u get my drift.
i just gotta say, its so not MY link. somebody must be using the computer in my absence( like my cousins. or junior. or even my mother on one of her weird moods.)
pokemon crater aside, nothing new in my life. yeah yes yes its a sad story.
im hanging out in town to much i should prolly move there already. saves the trouble of travelling back. only i dont really fancy the idea of living in a cardboard box. i mean, where to put the toiletries man?! (okay im just being lame)
u prolly can tell by now that i am very bored. online people are non responsive, which is pretty much a drag( okay maybe im not trying hard enough to talk to them. yes im a spoilt bitch, i wait for people to come talk to me. and when they do i most prolly dont reply. LOL. no wonder no one does :X)
im still very bored. i should prolly go to sleep or something. my life is like..work, town, sleep. repeat, and rinse if neccessary.
im not making much sense.
bottomline's i dont have much of a life.
i miss my friends. i wanna go over to their place and just rot and eat til we feel like puking and sit around talking about nothing at all.
but instead im working and talking about everything to people who think im danny/desmond/dennis/insert your guy's name here. I HATE MY JOB.
oh yeah. i did not mention it huh? I HATE MY JOB. i hate it as much as i hate papaya. no wait, i hate it more than i hate papaya. THAT is how much i hate my job. i hate waking up early. i hate having to talk to strangers. i hate talking to black plastic. i hate people named angela/aishah. i HATE numbers.
i hate it so much, i want to quit right now. right here. but instead i have crappy people putting me on shift. BAH. shift means no life. shift means no play. shift means no french lessons on wednesdays! shift means no windsurfing on sundays! shift = shit = job = :(
i wanna learn french so i can read baudelaire! i LOVE baudelaire. but i dont understand him that well and this relationship is not going so well if i cant understand him. translations are shit and if i love translations i'll love HIM. mr baudelaire i dont care if you're dead, balding, smelly(because youre a boy), thinner than a stick and possibly sick in the head. mr baudelaire i love you and i want to marry you so u can write poems to me to recite all day long snuggled up in my bed.
oh yeah! im prolly nutty cause of the lack of meat in my life. you know its strange, but you think youre gonna be with meat for life, you think that each time you eat meat there's gonna be a tomorrow, but WHAM! tomorrow comes and ta-dah no more meat. i cant seriously remember the last time i tasted meat. okay its only been 3 days but...! IM SUCH A MEAT LOVER. i cant live without meat. im a meatarian. and now im vegan. and i have the most extreme cravings. 3 days down the road and im starting to crave for juicy medium rare steaks that ooze blood when you slice into them. 3 days and im starting to imagine the soft tender chewiness of beef in my mouth. oh man im so BLOODY HUNGRY :(
but im firm. and strong. if we all stop eating meat for ONCE a week - just one day - can u imagine the number of animals we can save a day?!?!?~!?~?
i alone can eat a whole chicken in a sitting. so just imagine that.
im saving truckloads of chickens. ive saved a small family of chickens from annihilation just by being vegan for these 3 days. LOL. okay im blabbering already.
i should go tata good night.
I WANT TO WATCH V IS FOR VENDETTA!!!
DISTURBING IMAGES AHEAD.
eat veggies peeps.
J'implore ta pitié, Toi, l'unique que j'aime,
Du fond du gouffre obscur où mon coeur est tombé.
C'est un univers morne à l'horizon plombé,
Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème;
-De profundis clamavi
love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
love me love me
pretend that you love me
leave me leave me
just say that you need me
- the cardigans, lovefool
the pussycatdoll lover.
xinyin is a pussycat doll lover and she cant stop saying that.
LOL.
too bad she doesnt get why it sounds so wrong.
he held her close, by the light of an oil lamp, and he shone as though he had been polished with a high-wax body polish.
he could only do one thing at a time.
if he held her, he couldnt kiss her. if he kissed her, he couldnt see her. if he saw her, he couldnt feel her.
she could have touched his body lightly with her fingers, and felt his smooth skin turn to gooseflesh. she could have let her fingers stray to the base of his flat stomach. carelessly, over those burnished chocolate ridges. and left patterend trails of bumpy gooseflesh on his body, like flat chalk on a blackboard, like a swathe of breeze in a paddyfield, like jet streaks in a blue church-sky. she could so easily have done that, but she didnt. he could have touched her too. but he didnt because in the gloom beyond the oil lamp, in the shadows, there were metal folding chairs arranged in a ring and on the chairs there were people, with santing rhinestone sungalsses, watching. they all held polished violns under their chins, the bow poised at identical angles. they all had their legs crossed, left over right.
- the god of small things
blowing ALL my money on the d70 is very very bad.
but its makin my heart tingle and i think i'll die if i miss out on it :(
ITS FUNNY CAUSE EVEN THOUGH I SEE CAPS AT WORK ALL THE TIME I AM STILL AMUSED AT HOW IT LOOKS ON SCREEN.
I THINK IM BEGINNING TO LIKE TYPING IN CAPS.
CAPS MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHOUTING. IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HOW !(AN EXCLAMATION MARK) DOES.
WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL DOING MATH I USED TO SLEEP THROUGH MATH LECTURES EXCEPT LECTURES WITH FACTORIALS(EG 2!+3!=1X2+1X2X3) BECAUSE ! MARKS MAKE ME EXCITED.
!!!!! LIKE THIS! ISNT! THIS! SO! EXCITING! LOL! HAHAHAH! H!A! OKAY THAT IS BECOMING LAME. ! HAHA!
CAPS MAKE ME FEEL EXCITED TOO.
IT SO WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUN. LOL.
I THINK D-OH IS SUCH A FUNNY WORD. WHEN I SEE D-OH I HEAR DDDDDDOH IN MY HEAD AND IT MAKES ME LAUGH. D-OH D-OH D-OH D-OH D-OH. LOLOLOLOL.
WHILE WE ARE AT IT, I THINK THE WORD PLOP IS FUNNY TOO.
I AM STRANGE LIKE THAT.
DAN THINKS GOON IS A FUNNY WORD.
You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! 100% 100% 100% 92% 83% 83% 75% 67% 50% 50% 50% 42% 33% 8%
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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There are no tangible routes from your place to mine. No roads, no seas and no skies for me to cross. But when you strip away all the roads, skies and seas what do you have left? It’s the intangibles that matter; the intangible road that leads me to you. Night upon night I ride on the waves of imagination. Cross the sea of doubt and scale the walls of your heart, like Romeo to the balcony that is to be his death. I rendezvous you while the oblivious world sleeps on. The world is foolish and small, and when we are together we overcome the confines of the corporeal and surpass what the world has to offer. Such little delights that Man seek for. Marriage. Love between Man and Wife. Money enough to stuff one dead. Money enough to keep one alive beyond natural causes, one’s skin so parched and distorted toddlers mistake them to be of reptilian descent. Happiness? “We are happy.” Is happiness a tangible? We seek for none of that.
Our nightly routine becomes my rejuvenation. The resurrection of my soul. Where others fall and tumble down into the deep dark pit of passionless grief of being stuck together we stand tall and sneer down at them, our faces awash with bliss and tender glory. What a dreadful sight we must be to them, our bright faces and light fluttery fingers in contrast to their bleak and grimy ones – sticking out like a sore thumb. It must be difficult to see from all the way down; from our high vantage point we see everything: the landscape that is to be our happiness. Together. Only when we are together can we achieve great things. Things that people can only daydream about. Things that are felt not only with our hearts, but with our heads, souls and bodies too. A cliché we are not afraid to announce with every ounce of ourselves.
When we strip away the tangibles, it’s the intangibles left that matter. That is what we yearn for. And that is what we seek.
WANTED:
Person with mood swings to be pseudo-counseled in front of video cam. Required to weep and moan. Preferably an unhappy person.
Interested applicants please look xinyin or her sister up.
BY THIS WEEK. COME ON BE PARTICIPATIVE.
i was here, and im like..a 100% already.
dont ask.
despite the fact that im most probably gonna die tomorrow for failing to even speak properly to a piece of man-eating plastic(otherwise known as the Phone), i was amused by this: 
DANIEL SEND ME SONG.
i want to watch:
mrs henderson presents
capote
munich
wolf creek(yes, its that time of the year for slasher flicks again.)
hidden cache
v is for vendetta
libertine
walk the line(I STILL WANT TO WATCH IT WHY IS NOBODY ASKING ME TO WATCH IT)
date movie(please oh please oh pleeeease -nods-)
please take me out to watch them.
