Things I've been up to:
1. Strandbeest, which I won't be allowed to post pictures up for until after Wednesday, be sure there's a tonne of them from the build and a couple of videos.
2. Couchsurfing, I'm hosting this month and probably again next month and going to a CSZone tonight with Brice, also hoping to catch up with Duncan and maybe other CSsers :D

Aaaaaaaaaand my bathroom light just retarded...

All I do I do to make the parental units feel calmer, safer and generally more secure of the fact that their daughter, their first born, is alive and kicking and happy. Let it be known that I am happy as long as they don't feel the need to fret anymore. Waiting for the day where I shall fret over them and they'll try to swat me away for being always in their shit. Bwahaha-hahaha-haha.

On a less predecessor and more successors note,

Loki, Hades and Kali. I chop these names for my yet unborn spawnlets. You take it, I kill you.

I FORGOT TO GET FOOD GRADE GYPSUM TO MAKE DELISHUS TAU FOO FAAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHH.

The day is done, I now sit on my laptop facing the sun as it takes forever to set. The heat on my skin makes me feel like I'm some kind of lightbulb, warm and glowing. The smell of home-made nasi bubur is wafting through the house, so delightful. Little Wing playing on my speakers. It's Jimi Hendrix time.

Here's a jam done by Eric Steckel. I creamed my pants. Yay.



I creamed and then barfed rainbows.

Loki, Hades and Kali. I chop these names for my yet unborn spawnlets. You take, I kill you.

I FORGOT TO GET FOOD GRADE GYPSUM TO MAKE DELISHUS TAU FOO FAAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHH.

Final meeting today

Sha, you need to grow a pair and stop being such a pussy.

Wait...

Experience is one way of knowing what you like to do and what you don't like to do. I'd experienced something I didn't like today and I doubt I'd do that again. But the pissed-off feeling dissipated thanks to someone. Cryptic, I know but it's important that I leave names out of the equation.

I still have lots of things to do since I'm back here. Gotta buy the nommy essentials like vegetables, milk, eggs and bread, amongst other things. I realise that pasta is probably the most ridiculously easy thing I can make for myself. Would probably make myself a quick quiche tomorrow for dinner.

When am I going to get the bill for the next semester? It hasn't arrived yet. :| It should have.

What I'm feeling isn't 'just a phase' anymore. It's full-blown.

I'm not perching on my high horse, I have no high horse, nor can I perch on anything and I'd rather not have to get off that alleged high horse and shovel the horse shit. No, I don't have a horse.

Practice what you preach may be the hardest damn thing anyone could ever do but goddamn, I'm trying very hard. There's no self pity here, just a rolling stone. Continuously tumbling and when it  hits a creek it morphs into the cool waters that cascades, eventually, into the sea. The vastness of the oceans mimic my untapped emotions which I've learned to shut down. Victimless, it finds its way elsewhere. Fuel to burn.

Places to go, people to see, things to do. Always in motion, none the stagnation of vulnerability. None. The stench of depression reeks through the air amongst my friends and family but I am yet unaffected. I wear a mask that filters it out. It's all happy butterflies, unicorns and rainbows in my head. Okay, I lied. The inside of my head smells of injustice, occasional hurt and uncertainty. It's dark, Film Noir dark. I narrate my actions in black and white and it's raining. What I put on my face, that beaming smile, that happy giggle and the glint in my eye. Lies. Half the time I feel cold and dead inside.

Cold.

Dead.

The years are passing by quick, now. So quickly that one day I could look in the mirror and see greying hair and smile lines. Maybe eventually I'll be pleased with what I've built. I have a long way to go. My empire. The fall of which would be devastating to me. I do it for those I love unconditionally.

Then there's the part of me that feels completely useless in a crowd. I would love to help. I dislike being coddled but the fact remains. Stiff upper lip, heart as far away from my sleeve as possible. Be still my beating...

An open mind shall I keep for the coming months, an open heart shall I keep for the whole year.

Dragons be good to me.

I forgot what I was going to write but it was something along the lines of finding out something hilariously disturbing about someone. It's the kind that you reply with the "Oh my God, no way! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,"

I'm not in liberty to say what it is and who does it only that it's funny and I laughed bricks for a good moment or so. Then I felt like krahp because a part of me died.

The rest of this is in the secret blog because I'm a little pussy when it comes to my feelings. Sekian.

I need to clock in AT LEAST one dive a year. So, if the Clan decide to dive in August, I might not have the funds to. Which means I have to dive in December on the West Coast. It's not ideal but beggars can't be choosers.

Scheduling. I find it so malas to have to schedule using the tiny laptop. Tak best. Wide screen better. That doesn't mean I won't do it, it just means I'll procrastinate. Hahaha...

I had posted up a Youtube video that showcased a very abstract 'dance' called Butoh. Look it up, Wiki it, whatever makes you happy.

Ash posted a link to a Food Lover's cleanse which I will attempt to do because I think it's a lovely idea and only works when I cook for myself.

There's something about the American (North) media portrayal of evil people loving classical music or playing classical music moments before the hero decides to pop by -- Okay, maybe not just North American media. I love classical music but I'm not predisposed to bad-ass villainy, nor am I particularly evil. I do enjoy a few evil munchies once in a while like cakes and ice-cream... Supposedly evil because the media says it makes you fat. I do also have a few minions. But in my defence, I love them and care for them and give them adorable pet names.

I listen to classical because it's lovely and tends to screw around with my feelings and heart rhythms because that's how bad-ass classical music is. Granted, I do have more than my fair share of epic bad-assery in my blood thanks to the parental units and heritage. I have to admit, I'm pretty bad-ass. Bad-ass. Bad. Ass.

I'm hungry.

It's 12:21AM, the thunderings of fireworks have died down. Finally.

I sit here in front of my laptop pondering the schedule for the next few days. Ushering the new year usually means a shitload of planning and waiting for banks and offices to re-open so I can continue running errands. Thus is myself, in a perpetual state of planning.
... And brainfarting.

Twitter was down for maintenance so I have to post these brainfarts here...

12:28AM I did NOT know Shaggy (from Scooby Doo) had Rogers as his surname. All these years... *dramatically upset*

12:58AM I hope 2012 is brave enough to survive me.

1:04AM I realise that I've gained fats because I make a lot of desserts for myself.

1:04AM So decadent.

1:05AM Watching That Effing Show.

1:12AM Perhaps the year to tell the ruling coalition to GTFO. Yeas?

1:21AM I feel like making creme caramel. #thisiswhyyouarefat #whatever

1:35AM You're listening to BFM 89.9... Wat u tokking??

1:40AM Axis of Evil YAY!

2:07AM Internet decides to be a complete shit, I guess it's tido time.