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Read More!Tuesday, June 17, 2003
what is the name of those red bits of wood and mush that they use to cover the flowerbeds so they the soil wouldn't dry up in the hot summer heat? it smells of cool woody rain, and it sinks under a bare foot. it turns tshirts and knees red, and gets lodged in your shoes all day. summer should be coming soon over there. its time to bring out the gardening tools, and the blue bandana.
Friday, June 13, 2003
The Darkling Thrush
By Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice outburst among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carollings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Bloody insurance policies. I hate them. I hate how I have to pay till 2075, till I'm a stinking 98 years old! I hate to put a monetary value to a life - that it puts loved ones in the awkward position of benefiting from a death. I hate that I don't understand it at all, that every month, 15% of my salary is poured into this unending hole that never gives back. I'll never get anything back. I hate insurance agents who don't explain things properly, hate it that my dad can't explain squat to me even though it was him who put my whole family in this mess, hate it that my mum never got anything for lupus but as to keep paying like 5000 a year until she dies. I don't want to benefit from their deaths! As long as I can support myself, my parents are comfortably well-off, and I have no dependents, let a death be what it merely is, a dreadful loss.
I am irritated. I don't know why no one can explain things to me. Just brought my policies down to my colleagues at the accounts department cos they said they knew how to read policies, but they admitted that either mine is a really lousy policy or that they didn't know how to read it. I am never going to be able to afford a home of my own :(
I understand the need for insurance for permanent disability or sickness, for what the secular world call "acts of god". I understand saving plans, and endowment plans. It is life insurance that throws me off. And that is apprently what I have. (or at least one of the unknown number that I have) I hate it!!
Why is lodging so expensive? Do you realise that I cannot afford a roof over my head, and the expenses that come along with it? Do you know that I am not on a salary scale, that I could possibly be earning this amount, doing the same things, for the rest of my life? But that is my own fault, my own lack of ambition.
I am punching the keyboard furiously, hopeing that somehow this will alleviate the irritation.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Gourmet attachments
Have you had any chilli crab and mantou recently? The supermarkets sell mantous with dao sa, red bean and green bean paste, but we all know that mantous were made for chilli crab, and chilli crabs for mantous - a wonderous gourmet attachment.
Now, french fries go with chilli sauce, ketchup, curry sauce, malt vineger, salt, pepper; (breathe), with sour cream flavouring, BBQ flavouring, hot and sour flavouring, pizza flavouring, oriental flavouring, smokey grilled flavouring, with mos burger spicy sauce, black pepper sauce or even hot fudge sundae.
But have you ever had french fries with chilli crab? :)
Friday, June 06, 2003
Bleary eyes
Yesterday I did something what every mum warns their kids not to do.
if you rub your eyes some more, they will fall out! and you will have to go to hospital!
my eyes didn't fall out, but i did have to go to the hospital.
p was very good to me. sent me there, waited for me to get done, and then sent me home. i was disappointed with d, cos it reminded me of how she left the last time i was sick (when i puked), and it seemed to reinforce the idea that she will never be there if you need her, and that she is only a lunch companion. someone tell me that my expectations are too high and i'll shut up.
today i watch the world through slits.
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