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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
If you are what you eat, I am chicken rice
The ears are feeding on Ahleuchatistas - Cracked Teeth
!!! A HUNDRED PICTURES !!! (I'm sorry if your internet jams up...)
Busy, busy, dreadfully busy
More than a bumblebee, more than an ant
Busy, busy, horribly busy
Much, much too busy for you
I do not possess such great poetic prowess, I merely possess awfully unnecessary memory skills. Thanks, Archibald (of Veggie Tales notoriety). It's still been fairly busy on this end, I think we watched a movie last week, there was some gig on Friday which had a crap band and a good band and Mar sat outside with Mel the entire time, Meg and I got told off by a cranky old lady for sitting in the middle of the path leading to the beach, watched Stepford Wives which was so bizarre, and I had a $5 green gingerbread dinosaur for breakfast (it used to be $4). People are coming back this week so yay, I want to be slothful around the house and mooch around Orchard and the surrounding areas for the next 6 months but ALAS!, my conscience and responsibilities do not allow me to do so. I am very fond of long sentences.
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Sandy (formerly from South Africa/Hong Kong/Mongolia) is here now, Candice is arriving on Tuesday and will live in my room for four days, people, people, everywhere from everywhere, people people people, anywhere? (Check my closet.) Also, Michael Bouwer has been emotional lately, and here is the usual psuedo-angst-ridden reason why:
It has been nearly a month since my last entry. I will try to be more reliable in the future... For this entry, I would like to rant about females. I don't like them. Well, you see the problem is I do like them, but I don't want to. So there is this continual conflict of interests within me. You see, females are just so much effort. It can be like having two moms sometimes!! But then you meet a woman like Skye Pengelly or Ruth Png (No vowels? What the hell kind of a surname has no vowels? Oh wait, is your surname Png? I seem to have forgotten....) and you start to think "Hey, maybe they aren't all bad...." And the cycle begins again.... Women, you gotta love them. Or do you?
I love most people.
Oh. Dinner at the beach, huzzah. Pictures after 8:30 pm.
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Well. It's 10:58 now. I had a baby sheep for dinner and Sandy ate a big fish.
www.jajah.com has a stupid name but is awesome. I talked to Mike for all of 15 minutes and 52 seconds for free, Rooby called a week ago and I suppose it was free too... I guess we'll see when the phone bill arrives.
Okay. It's been too long. PICTURES!! (And in no apparent order.)
19:05
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