okay, daylight savings is seriously cool shit; because it’s autumn which means winter is upon us and hence the day will be shorter, time has been brought back by an hour as of three am swiss time, which means that it’s now 2 am! like omg kewlness ftw plz; at the same time, this means that people who are born today (like cuifen) will have 25 hours to celebrate their birthdays so cheers to them.
today marked the worst interview in my life, but haha at least it was a good experience. WRAUGH anyways mumbles.
an autumn afternoon and somehow there’s nothing quite as pleasant as the tapping of fingers upon plastic alphabets, not fully depressed, just the soft pattering of touch and go, of lightly sounding clickclickclicks in harmony wih one another, randomly, unintentionally. mushaboom is a happy song, but i am truly sad that albumlove is no more; i want the fratellis but i am denied; when will rachael yamagata conjure a new album?
people grow older everyday and out there in this world someone is celebrating their coming of age as of this moment; this year i discovered that yana narazova and rafer alston have the same birthday as me and i wonder, just how many people will i know to do so? on my 24th birthday i should have a party with 23 other people just for the kick of it; it will be symmetry and it will be similarity.
the midterms begin tomorrow and around me are students rushing their notes franctically, desperately; i will go to the gym in 5 minutes time after this post, and a moth beats itself furiously outside the window i’m in front of, slowly but surely dying in the autumn cold.
yesterday i cooked steaks that i didnt know were supposed to be precooked and as a result they became overprepared; this afternoon i made cheese pastry that some friends said was good and i am happy. wee shu min cracks me up, as does mr biatti, my fnb manager and chef salim who smiled and told me not to be sorry when i screwed up his beef; there nice people around and the world looks pastel-like.
it is the beginning of autumn and its colours are gold and auburn.
the midterms begin tomorrow and around me are students rushing their notes franctically, desperately; i will go to the gym in 5 minutes time after this post and a moth beats itself furiously outside the window i’m in front of, slowly but surely dying in the autumn cold.
yesterday i cooked steaks that i didnt know were supposed to be precooked and as a result they became overprepared; this afternoon i made cheese pastry that some friends said was good and i am happy. wee shu min cracks me up, as does mr biatti, my fnb manager and chef salim who smiled and told me not to be sorry when i screwed up his beef; there nice people around and there is a genuine warmth while working for these people.
it is the beginning of autumn and its colours are gold and auburn.
from cuifen, this is simply amazing. dailyliy ftw!
it was the twentieth october, a division consisting of corresponding numbers and today when i looked out through the cafeteria, i saw a golden carpet weaved from nature’s linen and then i realised, oh it’s autumn already.
soon, it will be winter.
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today a namesake and a friend was expelled from the school for a second warning letter. it was silly, it was stupid, it was fecklessness at its most punishing force but it doesn’t detract from the fact that he was a good bloke and nice people shouldn’t end up that way. so, to nicholas james thompson, here’s to you, and your health, and may the world be kinder to you in your next path because sometimes all you need is some luck.
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events are cowards.
and today we finally did it, a team of nine who finished eleven tables within seventeen minutes and hence becoming the first group to clear the twenty-minute barrier; as a supervisor, i can’t possibly be happier with this group and i am indeed honoured to have them as brothers-in-arms, as fighters with a common cause.
now i sound terribly mushy.
(ms w, you mushy softie! but there is so much love in you and that is a good thing because it is never a bad thing to love too much.)
mid terms next week, and holy fucking shite why the hell am i online!
and is that all i am, a thought and a memory to be forgotten, a nightmare to be banished, a bastard who loved too much and too futilely and for the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
fuck this shit. i can’t believe i’m letting you screw me up. no more i say, no more.
and stars hang like pretty teenagers, waiting for their chance says:
what are you gonna do man
and stars hang like pretty teenagers, waiting for their chance says:
for the rest of the day
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
i donno
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
i still have one beer left
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
so ill start from that
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
then a cigarette
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
mmmh
$hake – Devil Has No Music says:
=D
i love this polish bastard.
Papa died smiling
Wide as the ring of a bell
Gone all star white
Small as a wish in a well
And Sodom, South Georgia
Woke like a tree full of bees
Buried in Christmas
Bows and a blanket of weeds
Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, “God is good”
White tongues hang out, “God is good”
Papa died while my
Girl Lady Edith was born
Both heads fell like
Eyes on a crack in the door
And Sodom, South Georgia
Slept on an acre of bones
Slept through Christmas
Slept like a bucket of snow
Papa died Sunday and I understood
All dead white boys say, “God is good”
White tongues hang out, “God is good”
Sodom, South Georgia – Iron and Wine
this is sam beam, and in case you ever find this place, hello tamara, you are a funny grumpie russkie ^^ HAHAHA WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET MY MOM INDEED (y).
