of philosophy and free men.
hey you.
and you and you and you.
and how are you today?
its a fine day, isnt it?
this is what happens when you drink tea in the morning. i do love the feeling though. sends mad rushes through my head, and the extremeties of my body (meaning my fingers and my toes of course, and nothing else ) tingle. its a pretty fantastic feeling. gives you a rush for the entire morning.
yesterday, after philosophy (which turned out to be extremely interesting, for reasons that would make the Hart and Devlin turn in their graves.) me and vanessa were at the bus stop. and later we were in the bus, naturally. that is the natural order of things. and we had a couple of pretty bizarre conversations. vanessa made me feel about this small, if you will imagine a suitable hand action at this juncture, with the things she said. oh oh and i saw mr.freeman. the stall 10 bandung works wonders. its my miracle drink. it is doing great things for me. perhaps one day it will be hailed as the new elixir of life [you will think two things at this point of time. its the second one.] i've got such a worry sense of humour.
next to me at this point of time are my two hamsters. i don't know if they're mine yet. but with any luck they will be, soon enough. i need to think of names. no suggestions, please. my poor dustbin-found hamsters do not deserve the names that i know you will give them.
i feel good today. i've been doing good things, for myself. indulging, you could call it. [yes, in bandung, but other things as well.] what i have NOT been doing, is my math and tamil. but like i told someone yesterday, denial is the first step to realisation. and i want to realise. so i will deny that i have any homework now. or that math and tamil even exist.
oh dear, my arguments would make mr.t flinch. and i cant even name the fallacy that i'm committing. do you commit fallacies? :/ mr. t- i'm not always this bad. i promise, mr. t. i am usually capable of better arguments. ask my mom, she will tell you.
i have 1 h 45 minutes left. and i've got other things to do. as much as typing on this iBook G4 does make me very happy, i must fare thee well.
byebye.
and you and you and you.
and how are you today?
its a fine day, isnt it?
this is what happens when you drink tea in the morning. i do love the feeling though. sends mad rushes through my head, and the extremeties of my body (meaning my fingers and my toes of course, and nothing else ) tingle. its a pretty fantastic feeling. gives you a rush for the entire morning.
yesterday, after philosophy (which turned out to be extremely interesting, for reasons that would make the Hart and Devlin turn in their graves.) me and vanessa were at the bus stop. and later we were in the bus, naturally. that is the natural order of things. and we had a couple of pretty bizarre conversations. vanessa made me feel about this small, if you will imagine a suitable hand action at this juncture, with the things she said. oh oh and i saw mr.freeman. the stall 10 bandung works wonders. its my miracle drink. it is doing great things for me. perhaps one day it will be hailed as the new elixir of life [you will think two things at this point of time. its the second one.] i've got such a worry sense of humour.
next to me at this point of time are my two hamsters. i don't know if they're mine yet. but with any luck they will be, soon enough. i need to think of names. no suggestions, please. my poor dustbin-found hamsters do not deserve the names that i know you will give them.
i feel good today. i've been doing good things, for myself. indulging, you could call it. [yes, in bandung, but other things as well.] what i have NOT been doing, is my math and tamil. but like i told someone yesterday, denial is the first step to realisation. and i want to realise. so i will deny that i have any homework now. or that math and tamil even exist.
oh dear, my arguments would make mr.t flinch. and i cant even name the fallacy that i'm committing. do you commit fallacies? :/ mr. t- i'm not always this bad. i promise, mr. t. i am usually capable of better arguments. ask my mom, she will tell you.
i have 1 h 45 minutes left. and i've got other things to do. as much as typing on this iBook G4 does make me very happy, i must fare thee well.
byebye.
posted by sedder at 11:53 am
1 Comments:
AWWW dont u just LOVEEEE bus rides home with me :D:D:D
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