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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Monday, April 17, 2006

    Bloody Restless.

    I'm in the running for a Guinness because I've been online not once, twice, blah and blah, but 5 times since this morning...! The best thing is, I come online with the intention to get out of the stoning rut, yet I can barely do anything constructive here either! Don't mention webcasts, I can't even be bothered to blogsurf or click on the usual tabloid links.

    If you noticed, I'm so lazy these days, I don't reply to tags. Sorry peeps, I'm not ignoring you or anything, but I just don't feel like doing much to this blog nowadays. :
    Effective...
    1. Number of mugging hours clocked in: 4
    2. Most optimal mugging time of the day: Morning. 8.30 to 10.30. After that, that thing up in my head just drifts off to outer space. Out. COMPLETELY. I'd doodle, re-read all my old magazines, play with the baby, draw up new diet plans, stare at my pimple scars in the mirror and curse them all to death, play with the baby again, switch TV channels which are all no good in the late mornings and end up watching some obscure culinary (hello?! Me? Cook?!!!) show hosted by some fat Chinese woman who speaks with a ridiculous accent called Nancy Lam.

    24 - 8 sleeping - 4 mugging hours = 12 hours of uninterrupted stoning/vacancy/nothingness.

    Empty out that drive I used to call mine. I wish I could locate the culprit. Re-ignition, please.

    Madness starts this Friday and I'm still bochap.

    (how many calories does a tablespoon of dijon mustard sauce have?!)

    21:12

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