Tuesday, January 10, 2006
BE the grasshopper.
every time it gets cold i think of the fable of the grasshopper and the ants. and how that sad little grasshopper froze to death in winter while the ants sat in their anthill and burnt all their firewood and refused to give poor old grasshopper any because he didnt work at all during the summer. what smug little pricks the ants were. what kind of holier-than-thou ant/person in their right mind would kill someone just to prove some ridiculous point? (answer: terrorists, freedom fighters, and men of gods. to begin with.) and besides who ever heard of ants collecting firewood? what do they collect anyway? splinters? discarded toothpicks?
aesop was such a terrible moralising old fart.
record low temperatures (the thermometer on the fridge reads 23d) didnt stop intrepid 3stanis from pratating. or blading. or kayaking. or watching hair-raisingly terrifying emily rose. (apologies to ian bean and emily and family for putting up witht he screaming and general yellowbelliedness. and thanks to bean for accompanying me to somewhere bright and busy. haha.) or playing crazy (and very loud) snap (blackforest. horn.)
1. prataing
near aileens house. refer to other 3stani blogs.
2. kayaking
in the words of j: "all that trouble just to eat macs?" but it was fun! even though the kayak wouldn't obey and kept zigzagging. poor shoulder kept clicking. and aileen and i shared a double on the way home. WHAT FUN. alvin's windleaf and our sad attempt to camouflage his kayak. paddling in the burning heat and me threating to cap so we wouldnt boil to death. aileen and i shouting CHEEBAI and giggling madly. alvin and his FUC(*)S service station.
pity the angmohs who got ambushed by waving and yelling me. and bless the nice boat uncle who offered his tugboat as a place to rest. and who can forget the 6-boat wake and aileen's amazing regurgitable mcchicken! sorry aileen. but i really thought the wakes were awesome. at least until some of the water (slipper- and bag- and vomit-containing water that it is) slopped into the kayak. hahaha. thank you newman and kenneth and alvin for waiting for the slowpoke!. thank you aileen for enduring 6k home with complaining and paddling-constantly-in-weird-directions and loud lusty singing of WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA! cheebai cheebai!
3. blading
rain cant bring intrepid 3stanis down. muhaha! sky-water cannot thwart our plans for world domination concentrated fun =) kenneth and hon and ian and i zoomed around ecp and ate a good meal of pizza after. i can hop on blades now! and falling down was actually quite fun.
my schoolbag has quite literally gone mouldy. this does not bode well for my studies.
anyway. poor old grasshoppery me is looking forward to the next scfour party (soon? according to mer) and holidays studybreak in 1 month's time.
it's just past 8
and i'm feeling young and reckless
the ribbon on my wrist says
"do not open before christmas."
--fallout boy, our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued
promises, promises. breaking them like you never cared.
+ fictions&fires
4:34 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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