magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Monday, May 08, 2006
insomnabulence
no, insomnabulence is not a word. but yes, i have insomnia as evidenced by last night's (this morning's?) 2am-ish post. i never seem to want to blog before 1am. i wonder why that is.
awake now and fully recovered from last night's liquidkitchen jaunt with ai and and bean. i suck, seriously. one daiquiri and i was on an undignified (more so than usual) high. unfortunately the side-effects of eating 2 scoops of icekimo jasminetea and nutella icecream and one plate of black carrotcake don't just similarly disappear in the morning. needing my tehping badly, and maybe some breakfast too.
the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
--victor hugo
ah, yes. even though i may bitch, moan, and complain about the status quo (someone's favourite term) i am-- surprise surprise-- satisfied.
tomorrow is tryingoutexpensivebassamp day! 130 sgd for a 10 year old amp. i just hope the guy is nice enough to give me a (further) discount on it, since (as he has creepily informed me) his daughters name is also sarah. ah. bet you ten to one my seller's an aging angmoh past his midlife crisis.
just emailed all the sponsors so im off to gleneagles to extort money from rich oldfart gps. i hope none of them read my blog. ahaha
+ fictions&fires
9:32 AM
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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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