28 working days left.
28 working days left. including many days of hanging around. and there i’ll have to leave another group of friends again. a group i probably know better and closer than anywhere else. i’ll rant about camp some other time.
Archive for November, 2004
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thought
my heart tried to imagine, but my mind willed it away…
who reads? who knows. well im not writing much now…
who reads? who knows. well im not writing much nowadays. not much that’s substantial happens. and im not in a good state anyway. Busker’s Festival. respect them.
there ends another stupid day. sigh. ok. gave m…
there ends another stupid day. sigh. ok.
gave my mother her birthday present in the morning, she just took it. okay. (anyway it’s about the first time i gave her anything, if i rem correctly)
spend another day playing computer games and surfing net. what is there to do in this world without getting myself broke.
went with [...]
sickly
me sick me sick me sick. i hate this. it’s half-sick but not sick enough. can still trudge along. i am detesting this aura around me. this fever aura, heat aura, impending-headache aura, blocked-nose aura. blah. plain irritating virus. lala. hello.
Iain M. Banks. - The Player of Games.
hm. reading quite abit of Science Fiction nowadays. shrug. Player of Games. some semblance of “Glass Bead Game” by Hermann Hesse. the indescribable, unintelligible, non-existential game that exist just as a concept in the story. but the vagueness is interesting in it’s own way.
perhaps that’s why the book didn’t seem as shallow as normal.
it was [...]
camp food has been really good this entire week. p…
camp food has been really good this entire week. practically all of it. with quite a few surprises too. am really grateful to the cooks for their effort. wonderful.
thumb
and my thumb gets sprained by a close combat lesson. sigh. at least it’s healing and i can type and write passably now. still cant bend fully.
why are there so many things bothering me. sigh. jx jx jx…