Cold Water
Lemmaleh I have not any cold water from the kitchen tap.
There's plenty when the arm the swung to red, but hit the blue and not a drop flows. Bloody hell. I've always felt that warm water from tap is helluva dirty. I always imagine loads of dissolved shit in it. Is it just me, or are you the same?
So how?
The rice cooker is missing out on its monthy washing. And I have to wash my cups in the toilet sink. And also fill my boiler in the toilet sink. Bloody hell.
I've checked the valves in the kitchen, and they're all open. It can't be due to an obstruction, can it? What could possible block it till there's nary a drop?
I'm very annoyed.
On another note, the first paper went rather well. Which makes me worry, will the other papers be just as good? Or are they just fucking around with my head; letting the first one lull me into a false sense of security, and shooting me dead with the next papers?
Damn, balls. Damn it.
Watching the Narnia trailer took me back. Am re-reading the chronicles of C.S. Lewis. The second time round, it's fantastic what you pick up; now that you're no longer a dumb kid. Read it, and see if you can spot the various subtle analogies to theology, politics and whatnot.
It's uber coolness. It's like christmas all over again.
There's plenty when the arm the swung to red, but hit the blue and not a drop flows. Bloody hell. I've always felt that warm water from tap is helluva dirty. I always imagine loads of dissolved shit in it. Is it just me, or are you the same?
So how?
The rice cooker is missing out on its monthy washing. And I have to wash my cups in the toilet sink. And also fill my boiler in the toilet sink. Bloody hell.
I've checked the valves in the kitchen, and they're all open. It can't be due to an obstruction, can it? What could possible block it till there's nary a drop?
I'm very annoyed.
On another note, the first paper went rather well. Which makes me worry, will the other papers be just as good? Or are they just fucking around with my head; letting the first one lull me into a false sense of security, and shooting me dead with the next papers?
Damn, balls. Damn it.
Watching the Narnia trailer took me back. Am re-reading the chronicles of C.S. Lewis. The second time round, it's fantastic what you pick up; now that you're no longer a dumb kid. Read it, and see if you can spot the various subtle analogies to theology, politics and whatnot.
It's uber coolness. It's like christmas all over again.
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Sunday, August 14, 2005.
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