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My Father Is A Farmer

..and we work work work the day away.

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No Idea

..as to what the title should be, that is.

D-day is fast approaching. Funnily enough, the train seems to be losing steam when it desperately needs to be picking up speed. Oh damn.

Head was saturated with shite pharmacological terms yesterday. I swear, one more fucking drug and I would've gone pop. The neighbour suggested we go watch Charlie in his chocolate factory, and I gratefully agreed.

The book was one of my favourites growing up. The Oompa Loompas disturbed me then, and they still do now. I thought it was a fantastic feel good movie. Depp is a genius, and so is Burton.

I found Veruca Salt to be quite attractive. Fuck. Is paedophilia going to be my new thing?

Anyhow, the neighbour invited me over for soup afterwards. She's scaring me. I think she's so stressed with the papers, she's on the verge of insanity. Imagine, she'd even hang out with me to escape the books.

Worrisome. Very.

The tom yam-bunjut concoction was fantastic. Very good shit.


Why a clean plate? Because I was having so much fun stuffing myself I forgot to take a picture till after I was done with the washing. Thanks again.

Afterwards, we ended up talking over tea for hours. Well, slap some FCUK on me and call me a homo - we talked about past relationships.

As she possesses a one year advantage over me, she deemed it necessary to bestow love advice on me. I was a willing bestowee.

Kesimpulannya, I made many mistakes. That was her conclusion.

"Oh. That was wrong."

"Oh. You shouldn't have done that."


"Oh. You're such an asswipe."

Haha. I could've figured that out by myself.

On a sidenote, don't you get all happy when a song you've totally forgotten about resurfaces from the depths of your memory banks? When you jump over your bed to get to your laptop just so you can get on LimeWire? Especially if it's a song you liked. Well, I'm all happy right now. Lucy Pearl featuring Tony Toni Tone - I Wanna Dance Tonight. Pay extra attention to the bass-line.

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