Saturday, September 09, 2006
a very belated but still very hearty congratulations to teh fooz. to monash with you, dr fong! you will be missed. leave me your lancer :) scfour has spawned an amazing 6 doctors (more girls than guys.. go figure) and 1 radiologist. good to meet up again, have a drink/several drinks/the entire bar to ourselves, and talk the cock.
spasms of shopping/prep for the hols/life.. sandals, cleats, and a fairly-disturbing pile of travel medication-- " it's prophylaxis! i'm just giving you what i would take there," says friendly dr tan (no relation). quote of the day: "...don't touch shit on the ground there. typhoid fever is oral-fecally transmitted." both my deltoids are teeming with nasty dead virii now. btw vaccinations are bloody expensive.
need a pair of olive green pumas, now. and a new bag! how difficult could it possibly be to find a nice bag that isn't square or too small, or costs the equivalent of a somalian peasant's lifetime income? you might ask. well i've been looking (on and off) for about 2 months now.. and still nothing. oh well.
and-- the world spins on, no matter what we do. nothing really is of earthshaking import: the planet doesn't wobble on its axis when we lose someone, or fall in love, fight, fuck, or even take a particularly-excellent shit (highly-recommended as a nerve-easer). it's all relative. hmm.
+ fictions&fires
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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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