sleep, my dreamland awaits;

January 29, 2006

prayers

Sometimes when you walk into Pho An, You see a small white family sitting in the middle.

Its not weird or anything. It feels a bit normal.

But then the other way around feels weird. Being the only asian family, makes you feel that all the grumpy white bastards are muttering under their schooners

"damm asian family"

And all the old ladies are "subtly" scanning us, so they can whisper to their wrinkled old friends whats wrong with us.

Grrr...

Anyway - Chinese New year is a big thing for me. Not big as in - i count the days down, or i go on and on about it three months beforehand - but i don't really have any other days to talk about, so this day becomes, naturally the biggest one.

Everyone has a dinner for Chinese New Year. But for me, i feel completely wrong if i don't have it at home. Its like Christmas. What white family in their right mind would eat out. Its basically the only time of the year (chinese new year) where all asian families can say "come over to my house, no excuse".

That means all daughters and sons have to come, and stay home. All relatives - no matter what grudge and all grandpas and grandmas - no matter how crippled.

Its weird, but chinese new year is my christmas. Theres trees, presents, and lots of food. But perhaps most importantly, even if you completely dispise your family - theres only certain days you forgive them for being alive, and even though i spent 6 hours in the kitchen making food - theres no other place you'd rather be.

And maybe this is the reason why i never feel at home anywhere else. Because its nothing like home. Even if i can't stand it - it always will be.

I didn't pray for anything this year. Nothing. Not even to be happy, not even for others to be happy - i didn't ask for anything to happen, or anything not to happen, contary to the usual - which i usually do ask, one way or another. Sometimes i pray that no i care about will get hurt, Sometimes i pray to find myself.

Yesterday - i just prayed. For nothing or noone, but then in way, i did pray for what i want. I hoped that by praying for nothing - that my life would be just like that: Blank and empty

guns-a-blazing; 4:06 PM

January 26, 2006

I love small fry.

Once upon a time... the internet was a free world.

Things like spyware and spam never existed - and you certainly didn't need to update your computer every 5 minutes, have 10 different anti-virus programs running.

In fact, the internet wasn't just a free world - it was FREE.

sure. some people paid $5 an hour for their 28.8kb/s internet - but why would you when a search on dogpile or yahoo (ITS TRUE - google didn't exist back then) with "free internet" would return thousands of companies that were just begging you to join their small company and use the free internet.

how they did it, i never knew - but they probably didn't either, because they always dissapeared, but as fast as one dissapeared, another one bobbed on the surface. People were smarter too - probably because of a natural filter, if you weren't smart enough to dial to your ISP, you wouldn't possess the mental capacity to survive on the internet.

But now, whenever people see things like *click here* or "YOUR GIFT FREE NOW!" - they're either completely guilible, and wonder over the next three days why their bank account is empty, or are completely paranoid, and burn the computer every time they see the words "free" on a webpage.

it didn't matter where u lived, what ISP you have, what modem or computer you had - because regardless, it was going to be slow anyway. but it was much faster, you don't have to sort through 10 pages of bullcrap. Whenever you searched "GBA roms" - you got, GBA roms, not "russian mail order brides".

and yes, this is where my life stands. it once used to be simple and free, carefree - but borderline reckless. i could find what i want easily, and get it easily - even if it wasn't the proper way of doing so, and it didn't matter what i wanted to be, what i was, or what i had - what did matter, was that i simply was.

Now - i must sort through a pile of crap before i find who i want, and what i want - and if i don't do it with protocol, i face the concequences, which is costly and pricey - which results in total colapse of the thing i call life - some that which is laden with paranoia and being naive - and also accepting that the people around me, will nonetheless affect me ultimately, and thus - they own me.

guns-a-blazing; 11:07 PM

January 24, 2006

defiance

memoirs of a geisha is a bit like... Aussie fried rice. it sorta looks the same... sorta familiar - but oh-so not fried rice.

I wonder why the director ever chose english over japanese - perhaps its because 1/2 the cast can't speak japanese. no biggie anyway, just a bit misplaced -

<----BEGIN FOOD TALK---->

almost a bit like todays lunch, but i pulled it off. like i've said before,
theres only so many things that you can get at a small corner shop. I had about
4kg ground beef mince at my disposal (but of course not exclusively for my use)
- which made it obvious that everything in my kitchen, and the small corner
shop, would have to work around beef mince.

Scotch eggs? no. too prissy - something a bit more.. hands on, a bit more
rustic. Buritos? Tacos? - that would be great if i could find any in the store;
i could of course make them , but i would cringe at the idea of not being able
to find one ingredient, and scrapping the idea, leaving me with an empty
stomach, and a full kitchen sink.

Fasta pasta - that of which im sick of; the same old bolignaise, or
cabonara meatballs.

my options were fast running out, no bread, sick of rice, sick of pasta,
and out of any corn based carbohydrate ingredient for miles ahead. - only
thing left, my old favourite(although it borderlines on cliche).

POTATOES! - i had the meat, and my carb based base - now what to do with
it? No spices, no herbs, just a barren fridge with the essentials, and a pantry
with the basics.

What ended up inside, baked beans, mince, onion garlic, chili, peppercorns,
Chardonay point noir, tomato sauce, edam cheese, butter.

Along with the left over edam, and some store bought sour cream - amazingly
the mish mash that i called a meat sauce worked, i dont know why it did, because
as i added the week old white wine, i suspected i had made a mistake by not
going to the burger spot for a deluxe with chips.

it smelt a bit weird, it looked a bit off colour, but hey, after a bit of
tweaking, it was cool. The wine started off making the mince a bit sweet,
counteracted with a bit of chili and pepercorn, which of course still left the
mice bland and palate deprived, so in went the tomato sauce, which pehaps offset
the tarness in the mince, and on and on the tweaking went, so after careful
application of cooking appropriation, fast cooking, slow stewing, flaming
etc.

It worked out perfect. Except the potatoes were undercooked, which always
seemed to happen, so i said "bugger this" and threw them in the microwave.

i've commited a few culinary crimes today, but i'm proud of myself today, hence the unusually long entry - cheers
if you've made it this far.
<----END FOOD TALK---->
"
defiant.
unique.

different.

most importantly, yourself.

-Kim (tuesday, 24 January 2006)

- perhaps the most beautiful thing i've had said about me.

guns-a-blazing; 4:28 PM

January 23, 2006

pets

MY PETS: waffles and monday.

Monday is a hamster! if you click on him.. he'll jump ontop of the wheel and start running around, until you click and make him stop! ahaha

Waffles the pig likes the mud! and he likes apples, and he likes being tickled! Just click him, and he'll squeal in porky laughter! But if you do it too many times, he'll roll around in the mud, which means you're gonna have to clean him.

Click on the "more" button, and spray him clean, and the maybe feed him an apple!

guns-a-blazing; 1:28 PM

reD

red.
red is the colour of danger. - the colour of taps, so that you don't pour scalding water onto your supple hands.
RED IS THE COLOUR THAT TELLS YOU TO STOP. like a traffic light, or the blood pooling from your neighbours front door.
The colour, as is this writing, that should stop.
Its the colour of valentines day, in which you should stop everything and be with your valentine.
Its in the colours when you're angry, to tell people to stop talking to you, and that you should stop being angry.
The international colour of love- and of anger: the irony that, they cancel each other,.

The expectant mother, cursing far too many times for a mother to be - suddenly breaks out in tears of joy, - the sight of her new born.

The fustration and anger of perserverance, the blood shot eyes- but a big fat A circled in red.

and yet.. closed my eyes and i saw her face - tones of red - of anger and danger , and that of pain.
then i opened them, and there she was - tones of red - of love and passion and that of desire.

guns-a-blazing; 1:08 AM

January 22, 2006

HAM

Just cleaned the house ^^ doesn't it just feel good after you cleaned??

ahaha.. well ever since we got the new TV, i havn't had 2 seconds alone with it. - Always someone watching something - we even split the screen up into two and watch two things at once - after all, it is tennis season, and for some reason - there seems to be an influx of chinese 30-part series in my house.

So since I never get time alone, i havn't had time to touch the ps2 =( .. I could always use my tv.. but why use that when i got a widescreen plasma for it? Its been a year, and i still havn't finished FF-X - or have i yet been able to touch tekken 5, which i promised i would take seriously - and don't even ask about NFSMW - that hasn't even been opened yet. OH! and don't forget FF-X2.

So , instead of my holidays consisting of playing games- it consists of me waiting to play games. its been always 5 weeks, and i'm STILL waiting.

Oh yea.. i adopted a new pet, waffles the pig, and theres monday the hamster , even though monday breaks the rules of "naming pets after food" - It should be noted that its full name is "Monday the HAMster" - so theres ham in there somewhere.

guns-a-blazing; 3:01 PM

January 19, 2006

turnips

I still feel like a turnip pig.

But hey, I had popcorn with soy sauce, mayb that aggitates me.
I also had it with cheese too - but thats not that irregular.

A friend of minew suggested it, and it seemed like it would work, with the whole concept of carbohydrate and saboury combo. - just like rice and soy sauce,
But im a die hard asian, i love my soy sauce the way it is, ontop of my eggs and chinese sausage, and not in things ontop of my pizza, - causing me to be a bit hesitant.

Or perhaps it was the memories of my dad drowning my Carbonara and Fettucine in a flurry of soy sauce.

Either way, i was reluctant, but suprisingly, its not too bad - imagine sushi and soy sauce.

People with a birthday in december - it means you were conceived on valentines day =)

Great. Now i feel even more like a turnip. stupid girls
Daytime TV constantly reminds me so how different we really are, and how weird they are.
On Oprah:
This girl found out she was pregnant, then she cried, because she was helpless, she then cried again when they were born because they were beautiful.

This other girl was pregnant, and she cried, but because she was happy. She then cried when they were born because she felt helpless.

I don't know what on earth made them cry in bouts of spontaneous mental reversal, but in a guys mind, they always saying "shit, a baby".

guns-a-blazing; 8:26 PM

"Fingerless Pianist"

THIS LITTLE PIGGY: - its name is McDull.

In the words of Kozo of lovehkfilm, - "he has the IQ of a turnip."

Thus, it makes "this little piggy", actually "me" - a pig with the IQ of a turnip - i guess thats a pretty accurate description of me.

Its such a small world. I found it - After i've been trying so hard not to ask for it.. I finally stumbled upon it, before this point, i exhausted every resource I had to "accidently stumble across it".
Now I regret it.

You lied to me Ken~ It wasn't just one of them about me, and it wasn't just nothing.

She was actually pouring her heart out - multiple times, and hordes of other times i'll never know about. She actually cared, she actually had emotions - and feelings and all about ME! TURNIP IQ PIG!

At least McDull is cute- and if he made a complete ass of himself, then he could still apologise to her, because she would still want to see him. But no, not me - Perhaps amidst all the times I "sulked" (in her words, but i would rather call it "pining") I went too far. -like I do every time.

But this time. I actually feel sad, and actually regret it. Now I feel so stupid. I hated her for leaving me alone, and "lying to me". But infact.. I was the one that left her alone.. and she never did actually lie. She told the truth. The only lies were to myself.

Oh god. I really hope "someone" sees this one day. The last time we talked, I lost control, and I think really really drove her away for good. "The scientist" - that was for you.. "oh lets go back to the start...".

I hated you for not seeing things like that either. But i was equally blind.

Oh god. I'm going to get my balls ripped off for writing this.

I'm sorry... All i wanted was for you to acknowledge me - i never saw that. you just HAD to hide it in your blog. I never really knew till now. And maybe that makes it all too late. Or maybe you never wanted me to know. Tell me why. WHY?!

guns-a-blazing; 6:27 PM

January 18, 2006

Someone thought I was 24 today...

They tried to get me on an American Express.. aahahahah

"ermm.. I don't think I can get one... I'm 16"
"oh sorry! I thought you were in your twenties!"

Im loosing sleeeeep againnnnnn....
I just lay in bed.. Then the next thing I know, the sun comes up.

And it never stops raining - I was at the cementary, when it decided to rain cats and dogs - which meant I had to stand in the rain while trying to keep a fire alight in partial smoke blindness.

ahahaha... My sisters feeding cookie... cookies.. ahahah canabalism..

guns-a-blazing; 6:59 PM

January 14, 2006

Twenty-Four

The last two years of my life sprawled out in front of me on my bed -
Count them, all twenty four - my life in cranes, in the eyes of someone else.

24... i said.. it seems like a small number - then I realised it took me 3 hours to read them all.
2..24..104..730..

no matter how I put it, it all sounds too much to lose.

guns-a-blazing; 4:43 PM

January 12, 2006

Pancakes.

PANCAKES

1 Cup flour
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder

1 Cup milk
2 eggs
2 teaspoon butter

In a large mixing bowl, crack 2 eggs, and whisk the eggs well. Whisk in 2 teaspoons of melted butter and 1 cup of milk.
In a seperate large mixing bowl, mix all the dry ingredients and gently fold in the egg mixture.
Keep stiring until all lumps have dissapeared, thinning out with water if necessary, then stand for 30min to let the mixture thicken.
To cook: coat the pan in a thin film of butter, and heat the pan to a moderate low heat. Pouring into the middle of the pan, keep the batter pouring at a consistent speed and location to the pan, until desired size.
When bubbles coat the entire surface of the pancake and the edges slightly lift, flip the pancake over and finish.

Yumyum pancakes, i had mine with -don't go *eeeeeeewwwww*- bacon and eggs. I made a huge pancake. put some bacon and eggs skewed from the middle, and rolled it up, eating it like a sausage roll. =) yummmm.

Make sure you get the lumps out, its gonna take you around.. 3min of mixing to get rid of them. And if you move your batter around, that makes it look ugly. If you don't move it, and make sure ur batters thick, its going to have a even colour. Try not to put too much butter in the pan, otherwise it'll burn, and be black and taste nasty. Also make sure you look for the bubbles, because this means they're turning nice and fluffy.

guns-a-blazing; 8:07 PM

January 11, 2006

Lost in translation

My favourite scene in the entire world. From Lost in Translation.

Charlotte and Bob lie a few feet apart on the bed.

Charlotte: I'm Stuck. Does it get easier.

Bob: No, yes, it does...

Charlotte: Yeah? But look at you/

Bob: Thanks. It does, the more you know who you are... you don't care about things the same way...

Charlotte: I just don't know what i'm supposed to be. I thought maybe I wanted to be a writer... but i hate what i write, and i tried taking pictures, and mine are so mediocre...and every girl goes through a photography phase, like horses, you know dumb pictures of your feet...

Bob: You'll figure it out. I'm not worried about you. Keep writing.

Charlotte: But, i'm mean.

Bob: Thats ok.

Charlotte: and marriage, does that get easier?

Bob: It's hard. We started going to a marriage counselor.

Charlotte: Did that help? Did you learn anything?

Bob: We established that we have no communication.

Charlotte: Oh.

Bob: We used to have fun, she used to like to go to places with me for my movies and we would laugh at all the weirdos, but now she's tired of it all. She never wants to leave the kids, she doesn't need me, and they don't need me, I feel like i'm in the waty. It gets complicated when you have kids... that changes everything.

Charlotte: Thats too scary.

Bob: When they're born its like vietnam. Its terrigying.

Charlotte: (getting tired) No one ever tells you that...

Bob: But, its great being with them, after they can talk, and can do things with out.

Charlotte: That's nice. My parents were always travelling, they werenmt around so much.

Bob: Where'd you grow up?

Charlotte: In D.C., my dad was the Ambassador to France in the eighties, so we went to school in Paris for a few years... but we mostly lived in D.C., and they were never around... and then I moved to Los Angeles when John and I got married... it's so different there.

Bob: I know.

Charlotte: John thinks im so snotty.

Bob: You are.

Charlotte: I know, but thats what you like about me.

Why do you have to be with your opposite, why can't similar people be together?

Bob: because that would be too easy

They fall alseep, on top of the sheets, on opposite sides of the bed.

I love this scene. But I think, the longer you knowe someone, the harder it gets. ALWAYS.

guns-a-blazing; 12:38 AM

January 09, 2006

Plasma

Yesterday morning. Woke up, went to dentist. Yes. I've had my braces on for nearly 3 years.

Walked around looking for a new TV ~ since my old one literally blew up. Not "oh yea it stopped working, it blew up". but "OMFG THERES SPARKS AND SMOKE EVERYWHERE". So anyway, walking walking, looking for what I hoped to get was a Standard definition 42" plasma.

After walking and looking for about 6 hours, ended up getting a 42" High definition, LG plasma - the one on the ad =) Its soooooo pretty =) i wanted to sleep with it =) =)

got home.. did all the unpacking, yadayadaya, read the book etc. Took out my playstation, and plugged in my G-Con2 to play time Crisis III. This was going to be good. The Calibration scree came up.

"Please shoot the center of your screen"
me: oh yea.. this looks so mad
*click*
"Please shoot the center of your screen"
me: huh? takes carefull aim
*click click*
"Please shoot the center of your screen"me: WTF?!

*click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click*

me: NOOOOOOOOOO YOU PIECE OF CRAP!!!!!!

- G-Con's don't work on Plasma's. Or LCD, or rear projection... OR front projection. infact~ they only work on CRT. how gay. So i was let down by that.

But 26 new channels =) how sexy ^^

So had dinner etc.. then tried to fix the old blown up TV - which didn't work, then I had to take a call from Canberra I didn't really want to take - so to numb the senses, My friend JACOB, from down the CREEK helped me. So yadayadaya... JACOB wasn't helping, so I decided to find help on MSN, but I think I scared too many people off. So then... i had PHO =) yummmmmmmmmm

Eventually, I fell alseep, and hung up on the person on the other line, which was fun.

Then today.. I spent all day flicking between Digital TV, and Analouge TV(the normal stuff), and figuring how much more of Dr.Phil I could see with widescreen switched on.

Had a kebab for lunch - and then it was off to bunnings to do an ENTIRE upgrade of all the TV cabling in my house (cause digitial is such a bitch) - which we didn't do, cause it was going to cost around $500 to do, and I can't be stuffed.

- and i've got to go for my L's tomorrow, because im sick of being harrased by those nasty grey train people.

officer: You got your ticket

me: yea, sure thing *shows ticket*

O: You got your concession card?

M: yup yup *shows card*

O: Is this yours? *Points to card*

M: err... yes

O: How do i know this is yours? You could've stolen it

M: umm.. thats all i got.. i don't know how else i can..
O: You got any other ID on you?

M: no um...

O: Do you want to get your other ID out, or do we have to call the poilice to do it for us?

M: *gives look* what?

O: See this radio here? I can call the cops here and have you arrested for not showing me any ID

M: Yea, well whats that in your hand? points to card

O: What im going to do now, is let you do. I see you again without your ID, You're going to be in trouble

M:hmmm.....

guns-a-blazing; 10:07 PM

January 06, 2006

mig33

http://mig33.com don't be outdated people. In the year 2006, can you really afford to be left behind?

And don't be asian and say "but what if it charges $100 to my account".

OH yea... I moved my bed to the top bunk. Usually, i sit up and watch the garbage trucks. Last night, i just remember I didn't have to site up. I just lay there and watched the trucks, then i watched the drag racers, and the street lights. Then i got carried away with watching, and before i knew it, I was watching sunrise.

I'm eating a Chip sandwhich. With chocolate inside.

guns-a-blazing; 10:33 PM

idle friday

Dammit. im out of milk.

Now i got alot of chocolate topping and whipped cream left, and i wanna make a mint mocha.

I tried making one with milk, and using water instead, but that tasted like chocolate water.

I want to have a function. Big, fancy, small, simple - anything u like - it'll be fun to pretend to be grown up for a little while, then we might forget that when we go back to school we'll forget what we have to do. Remember that feeling of leaving yr6 and going to high school, everyone reminded each other that we'll be going from the biggest people in the school to the smallest.

Maybe its happening again. We're yr12, so we're the biggest in the school~ but we're all doing stuff outside of school, and the way that teachers look upon us, we've moved up - don't think anyone would consider us "High school kids" anymore. Just plain "High School people"

Well at least thats how I feel. Maybe we're being upgraded. But that means we gotta start out on the bottom. They are letting us do everything by ourselves these days.

Anyway, what was i saying? Oh yea- a fuction. It'll be fun to pretend. Its like little girls who look after their baby dolls. When you're 6, its called playing. When you're looking after your baby at 16, its called an accident, and when you're 26 its called life.

guns-a-blazing; 8:39 PM

January 05, 2006

This is for tuesday.

I've been meaning to write about tuesday.. for two days now?

Can't seem to turn nething into words.

I feel sorry for kids. I used to think I would give anything to be a kid again, but now im not so sure.
Sure, being a kid has all its benifits. Fairy bread, 5c frogs, poppers, no homework - but think of all the lies.
All the benifits have suddenly turned into negatives. Look at all those lies.

They give us fairy bread in primary school, only to teach us later on that you can get fat from it, and then die from it? Give us frogs for only 5c and tell us later on that diabetes will kill you. ANd the poppers. Tell us to protect the environment ~ but make us drink from these plastic things?

Don't get me started on the homework. you go from no homework in primary school, to homework everyday.

The old saying "When you're young you're taught to walk and talk, then as you get older you're told to sit down and shut up".

Guess thats the reason why I don't want to be a kid anymore. Everythings new. You just learn to talk and say all these things, then go somewhere, and the libarian or whatever tells you to be quiet. Always dissapointment around the corner.

Yeah, eventually it stops ~ and everything becomes normal, you learn the rules, you learn the limits, and you know what will make you happy and what makes you sad.

But I guess if you don't know what you're doing, until you do- you're gonna look like an idiot and embarass yourself.

guns-a-blazing; 5:45 PM

January 02, 2006

Parents.

Parents have to do everything. EVERYTHING.

They have to do things like lie. But then they also have to tell the truth.

They were the ones that told you that you shouldn't swallow watermelon seeds, otherwise you'll grow watermelons in your stomach. They were the ones that promised you "we'll come back next time" and never did. They told you that if you didn't have a shower, no one would talk to you, and they also told you things like babies come from stalks or fairies.

These were all lies. Out of conveinience or protection, either of them still don't justify the hypocrisy of the way they always told you "you should never lie"and then do it right behind your back. Kind of makes you feel taken advantage of doesn't it? Even makes you feel stupid sometimes, after learning all the REAL truths in high school, you wonder if your parents really thought you were that stupid to believe babies came from stalks.

But on the other hand, and like i said before - parents have to do everything. They do stop telling lies at a point, but sometimes you wish they didn't have to. But every parent and child knows - a parent has to do everything. They have to tell the damning lies of supression, but they also have to tell you the harsh truths.

Things like why Lucky, your golden retreiver wasn't going to be comming back from the vet, or why grandma is lying so still. They probably have to tell the thruths to themselves too, guess it sort of helps when they tell their kids , lil things have a knack for brining things into perspective.

"I'm sorry jake, we can't go to wonderland this year because.. We can't afford it right now.. *sobs*"
"Thats ok mom.. I'd can just spend time with you at home"

sob sob sob.

Yes - Your parents do everything. They lie, and tell the truth. They make you sad, and mad. Cry and laugh - they can make you have the best, and worst days, sometimes turning the best day of your life into the worst, but they can also turn the worst days into the best.

So then why be a parent? Doesn't your job cancel itself out? Ahahaha... its like a policeman that goes around bashing people.

Parents.. ahahaa

guns-a-blazing; 9:47 PM

January 01, 2006

I got toasted to a crispy perfection at jamberoo today. It hurts to move.

I was playing WoW - and i noticed one thing. Girlfriends are like MMORPG. (this is where all the girls roll over in confusion from the "excessive" terminology)

The first MMORPG you choose will be really.. low budget, low everything, just low.

Etc.. you keep playing through all these MMORPG's until you find one you like, and are actually willing to stick with, and dont mind paying for (MMORPG's representing a certain group of girls).

The first character your create is kind of shaky.. You know what to do, but everything seems so different. You know that if you stuff up - you can always start again, but you persuade yourself not to.
Its all fine and dandy. Till you reach lv10. You realise you made mistakes. You got the wrong professions, Wrong items, and you've just found a guide online.

Then you create your second character. This character is godlike. You train all day and night, and eventually, even if something goes wrong - you don't care, you've grown attached to the character. Even if you create another character, none will be like the second one you created. You will never forget it.

And when you cheat with your character? Everyone will hate you for cheating, but oh so love the benifits you love, so you too become godlike.

OH yea.. - this has nothing to do with my actual life, especially the aspects which contain "girls".

guns-a-blazing; 9:11 PM

Happy new day.

Yeah, sure new years is cool.

so over it tho.

nonono, the concept of new start and everything is cool, but the idea it happens from one second to a next - im over that. Everything does clock over within one second, but after spending too much time playing online games, or even neopets - sitting around waiting for the hour to come doesn't have the same effect any more.

I think my blog is following a pattern to helens -_-

Just the other day i was thinking about computers and people. And also mobiles and people.

How can you people stay disconnected for so long? And so outdated - if i surpass 24 hours without either, i tend to shrivel...

Why have msn at all.. if you only use it to "ask for homework" - just bloody call the person.
And... Does small things like "brb dinner" or "brb shower" really require you to log out?

I don't know - maybe people still pay internet by the hour. On their Pentium I.

cavemen. oog ooga

guns-a-blazing; 7:15 AM