Thursday, November 10, 2005
ameliorations
i was walking home when the slatey skies cracked open and the sun shone through the raindrops in pillars of tawny gold. just at the very moment i looked up and a flock of birds wound through the old hospital building basking in the sunset, disappearing behind the rain trees. and through the rain, past my sorrow and burden, overarchingly great and majestic, was His hand, working through the smallest of daily mundanities.
Your eye is on the sparrow
and Your hand it comforts me
from the ends of the earth
to the depths of my heart
i love being tired! i know it sounds so weird and horrible but i get very fiddly and annoyingly-fidgety and itchy-backsided and noisy when i'm not tired. it's probably one of the reasons why i went into med. i can work myself to death. right now my eyes are Wide Open thanks to red bull my best friend. i'm twitching and sweating in front of my comp and clenching my jaw and berne and levy is sitting quite sorrowfully in front of me. (read me! berne says. enjoy me! ENJOY ME DAMMIT OR DIE AND FAIL PHYSIO AND BE A LOUSY DOCTOR FOREVER NANNYNANNYPOOPOOOH) and yes, red bull and vodka plus clorets realy does work and seems to give me a rather mellow high that resembles something i CRAVE BUT CANNOT HAVE because i am now a Doctor and therefore must remain healthy and fit BLAH WHATEVER.
bball and dinner tmr. PINKPINKPINKPINKTHWOOSH i miss that noise. missmissmissmissit. hopefully i can convince jiaolian to lend me shots. THUNK and digging around in the grass. short nails! dirty collars! i am mad. mad. mad. mad. mad.
i want to roll in the mud and fight and get dirty and bloody and GRRRRARRRRRGGGH. tackled f on the field today cos the grass looked So Good (f: what the frick!) and rolled around like a crazy rutting pig and got absolutely filthy and happy. its that time of month la. am going off to twirl my pole to burn off all my excess energy.
scfour is being lethargic and lazy regarding phuket. and i might end up going to tioman instead of bali thanks to ck's parental units making noise. eel is coming back next friday and so is m and hooray! timtamtimtams and noisynoisy parties :D and i cant wait for january to roll by and bring you home come home quick :]
so much for working myself to death. hais. redbull power! POWER.
my councillor's msn nick reads "i am fat". i am going to shoot the scrawny little baboon.
i love colin farrell. he has such lovely eyebrows =) and emma watson is hott i dont care if she seventeen. people! the lady is smokin'. also rufus wainwright has the saddest little face and tously hair that makes me wanna cut mine all off. but i adamantly refuse to cut it even though i grew it for a really strange and now redundant purpose because it took me 12 whole months for it to get to this length. so haha!
okstudytimebye
+ fictions&fires
10:46 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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