while breaking a new blade to fix the freeedom, the broken blade flicked off the top of the cutter and somewhere around my house.

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it is 12.30a.m. and i still haven’t bathed. once and again i will sleep in camp and leave happily for two whole days with an aching in my neck.

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two whole days of freedom! need i say any more?

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gundam seed will be showing on kids central, and judging from trailers i can happily boast that the episodes i downloaded are infinitemesly better in quality.

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the marmalade pantry! there is something happy this may.

“I feel that it is ungrateful to complain about choices, so I won’t. “

to a certain someone in a certain place on a certain island, hear hear.

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thursday nights, like monday nights a year ago, are of staring and worshipping of majestic, incandescent ladies. silly activity, watching a teenage soap opera, but mischa barton is really, truly incandescent. and she is going yale. she’s british, intelligent, has doe green eyes and has a kickass waist; what is there not to like about her?

times like this i really kick myself for not studying hard at all. and maybe everything else but these days i tell myself to be contented and happy in my silent black and green cocoon.

three days, and the torso, head, and right arm of freedom is done; i have done ammunition components, and tomorrow i shall do major equipment, what else do you want me to tell you?

fresh infusion in coffers, and this week will be of reacquainting and memories.

i did like an epiphany, but who will give it to me?

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one a.m. nights are of gundams (freedom, justice, providence) and there is something in those samurai-esque heads of theirs that gave me a sense of comfort. my first anime (yoroiden samurai troopers), ages back ago when i was 7 years old, the times when i decided which mecha cartoon i liked was dependant on the sey-ness and look of the lead robot; those were silly times and centuries.

but it is comforting feeling nonetheless.

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zgmf-x10a freedom lies on the chair beside my computer waiting to be fixed. stop procrastinating you.

talked to ms seow today, and suddenly the week seems so much cheerfuller; go yan mei xiao jie!

these days have been of attempts to recapture my past, some fragments seem doubtful, others not, but somehow i think i’m finally piecing my life back together. it’s almost like a tower of babel, if the pieces refuses to reconcile, i did be fragmented, brusque, insecure and irritated; think of all my bad points and mesh them into a single viable creature; think of kyle rayner’s oblivion. but i shall get my life back together, somehow, someway and i shall not let the green and the black get me down.

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“a face in the hallway, a vacant hello.”

ms S, sometimes you say the most brilliant things and silence is all that we have to go on.

these days are of cyclical fluxes, elapses; ups and downs up and downs. certain days the silence can be so deafening, and it is only at night that i can be alive.

praying mantis in the balcony, crouching, waiting, swaying. green matriach in the doorway of shades and shadows; you almost feel sympathy for her mate.

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