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Wednesday, January 18, 2006 ' 2:28 PM Y

& your soul is all i ever wanted

Brain dead Shortbread Obsessions...

For some abnormal reasons I feel so tired. Physically and mentally respectively with the former outweighing the latter. And I didn't even take my medication...and I slept until 12 noon today... so something is wrong. Must be the bloody virus draining the energy supplies. I woke up with the feeling of actually being a lil bit hungry...but the instant pasta I have stocked for situations like this has several uh...shortcomings. Let's list them out for fun. *sips green tea in an effort to become more perky*

Instant Pasta

1. apparently no matter what the flavour, they all contain excessive amounts of MSG. Spicy tomato, creamy whatever blah. MSG laden products!
2. the servings are...hopelessly humongous. intended for 4 people is crammed into the small tummy of one. NOT IDEAL. (the msg content of 4 into 1 as well...no wonder I keep getting overdosed)
3. price. a bit pricey....but since i cant take instant noodles (Also due to MSG content) i thought pasta would have to suffice....unfortunately, this isn't the senario...

So ends my ode to instant pasta. I still have half of it in the fridge. See if i can muster the courage to risk MSG overload again...otherwise I shall throw it, its probably infected with weakened viruses anyway...

Which is also why I'm addicted to shortbread....shortbread is good............ *looks at box* the words "PURE BUTTER" just jump out at a girl don't they?

hmm....I'm trying to entertain myself and get out of this morbid lack of energy existance. The green tea is helping...but...meh. Anyway about that Indian man...

He "Caught" me under the bridge (ppl who have lived in OH would know) en route from Newton to OH. At first I thought he was some .... guy loitering around with his problems and tried to walk away as fast as possible ... but no.... he approached me (I DON'T KNOW why me, it would be the 2nd time i've been asked for money under that bridge...) and started talking about how he needed money to eat before 12noon and that if I didnt want to give him moeny it was okay and it had to come from the heart and blah. I wasn't really paying attention, but I guess I was feeling so sick I had to be ncie to someone, so I said I'd buy him some milk in Cold Storage.... Then walked to Cold Storage, with him yakking alll the way........so noisy, even though he may have meant good or he may have been trying to make me feel justified in buying him something...well i bought him 2 liters of milk, then walked out of Cold Storage, he continued yakking about his shit and how it was like baby's shit (that's a direct quote) and about body odour and vegetarianism and diet during religous practice....and a factual error about the Buddha being vegetarian (that was after he asked and found out I was a buddhist) ... When we finally parted (i'm glad he wished me well a few times, thank you!) I was feeling quite "tao" by then, and when I turned at the traffic lights (out of curiosity) I saw him guzzling the milk at the bus stop. hmm. then little doubts arose in my mind but I decided just to enjoy being able to give someone some form of norishment. At least he seemed like a happy lil fella. and when I say lil i really mean lil. I think i'm taller than he is...or about the same height at least. Sorry for the super long paragraph, using the spacebar never occured to me while i was rambling...

ladida...what else? oh yes, I hate hate hate the construction going on downstairs, and the drilling!!! argh. kacau my sleep yesterday only. bah humbug. still so tired. Mybe I should go sleep for a while then do laundry and THEN get down to work. So much uncompleted work but i just don't have the energy.

miaos. ciao people.

lil miss CK: hitting on someone again...(Again??@-o)

Cest MoiY

Xtine
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Music

'I dreamt that I was composing a symphony....I had gone to my table to begin writing it down when I suddenly reflected: "If I write this part I shall let myself be carried on to write the rest. The natural tendency of my mind to expand the material is sure to make it very long...When the symphony is finished I shall be weak enough to allow my copyist to copy it out, and thus immediately incur a debt of 1,000 or 1,200 francs. Once the parts are copied I shall be harassed by the temptation to have the work performed; I shall give a concert in which, as is sure to be the case in these days, the receipts will barely cover half the expenses; I shall lose what I have not got; I shall want the necessaries of life for my poor invalid, and shall have no money for either myself or for my son's keep on board ship!"...I threw down my pen saying, "Bah! I shall have forgotten the symphony tomorrow." But the following night the obstinate symphony again presented itself...'
- Berlioz writing about a nightmare he had during the 1850s

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