the windows experience

apparently, Microsoft Windows XP does not have built-in support for burning DVDs.

lovely.

triple-decker fish burger sandwich

there may be some mayonnaise and tomato ketchup seeped under the trackpad of my (still broken) PowerBook.

there may be. i'm not sure.

six feet under.

if you haven't asked yet, you are no longer permitted to ask.

everything ends.

GIMME FICTION

I HATE MY IPOD, I HATE ITUNES, AND I FUCKING HATE SPOON.

IF LIFE WANTS TO MAKE FUN OF ME, IT CAN GO AHEAD AND LAUGH ITS FUCKING HEAD OFF. GO ON FOR LONG ENOUGH AND I WON'T BE AROUND FOR MUCH LONGER, ANYWAY.

it's alright, baby

When I'm asleep
It gives me time to think
Thoughts that I wouldn't dare speak aloud
I couldn't bare myself before a crowd

I bide my time while biting my tongue
Hold closed my mouth so song is unsung
Get to the meat of things already
With buried secrets the ground is heavy

That's just the way things used to be
That's just the way...

Things used to be

seriously.

seriously?!

did you know...

... that iBooks don't hold in their batteries if the battery lock is not manually turned back to the locked position?

i didn't, until i lifted the iBook up just now and lost my work!

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What is this obsession with framed fruit?

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Okay.

Sunday

it's sunday.

i wonder what i'm doing today?

walk this earth alone

spending every day at the hospital is tiring. i didn't even realise it was the weekend until i noticed that there were an unusually high number of obnoxious people on the train today. my iPod confirmed that today is Saturday.

i dare any one i know to tell me that they have it worse than i do. any one.

here i am,once again

here i am, having said to myself that i must push through, trying to push through.

however i have nothing to say. i feel nothing.

it's a good thing the Avril Lavigne CDs have all been hidden away.

eta: oh, wait. an email just came in, and now i'm having an aneurysm.

i'm tired of being a waste,and i am so sick of being tired

if you're going to take a stab at how i'm feeling right now,

don't you dare get it wrong.

it's only the end of the world,not a death in the family

this is the end, now it's over. there is nothing else left to try, and there is nothing else left to do. i always thought i would break up and cry, but it seems the worst part is that i can't even seem to do just that.

when there's nothing left to burn,you have to set youself on fire.

a quick update while i have the chance.

two weeks of work set on fire start to disappear in two minutes.

after two hours, it's nothing but ash and carbon monoxide.

final count: twenty cardboard chests of offerings. i gave up keeping track of how many bin liners full of folded gold and silver taels we had at the end.

i filled my box with a Mercedes-Benz, Pensonic portable cassette player, Nokiv mobile phones, some sushi, packet drinks, some blouses (oddly enough there were no skirts or any other sort of bottoms), a pair of shoes, and a purse. the standard supply of fifty-billion dollar notes, fifty-million dollar notes and other notes of ridiculoulsy smaller denominations (five, ten, fifty) plus gold/silver bars (the silver bars had 99.9% Pure Gold in Chinese stamped on them) and folded gold and silver taels.

i loved arriving at six-thirty, the sun not yet up, the air crisp and cool, on a truck the size of a standard-length single-decker bus (the regulation sticker on the back said "41 pax") loaded with offerings that blocked up the entire section of the cemetery we were in whilst i not-so-casually unloaded everything. there were already a number of people there, but no one else had quite the bonfire we had. there were families that brought a pick-up with one cardboard chest. there were families that managed a quarter of what we burnt. not a single one quite matched us.

and that is how i spent the first twelve hours of april fool's day, year two thousand and six.

face and money. that's all it boils burns down to.
us asians are a queer lot.

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It's been so long - i've forgotten that at six am, the sun doesn't come up for another hour.

too early

it is too fucking early for me to be woken, brushed, showered, dressed, contact-lensed and ready to go.

but i am, anyway.