changing hearts

i got dad into the idea of buying a classic car for a rental business and to potter around in. it's a morris minor. and what would tristan and renne do but disagree.

but then one afternoon trist texted me.

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he: i think the beetle is a good idea. and i wanna drive it once when u get it!
me: are u drunk?
he: i'm being supportive u idiot!
he: a little bit drunk too la.
me: in the bloody afternoon. that's a new one.

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and it's a morris, not a bloody beetle.

^^^^^^^^^^

recently drove bekev's car again. it holds like a magnet and handles like a virgin. if you want to be really anal it's slightly less torquey than the mini. but i'm willing to overlook that in light of the manual stick.

the impossible

this thing was built to destroy ferraris and lambos. i don't know if it did but... wow can.

{^__________^}

yim: i'd fucking import this thing.

me: i fucking agree.

yim: lol! imagine driving in town with people wondering whether it's a real bmw or some poser!

me: snort! those dumbtards wouldn't even be fit to blow me.

{^__________^}

and he agreed.

 and yes, one variant has the m engine too.

are such cars unattainable because they're exquisite, or exquisite because they're unattainable?

pwned

is when you share a pic like

with a girl on msn.

when she's using a laptop.

in her living room.

with her mom behind her.

feeling lomo

yes the stars were beautiful, as always.

the problem is they're not consistently so.

lightroom

behold the magnificence of the new photo editing program.

love the effects.

but i spent forty-five minutes wondering how to stamp watermarks before giving up.

and thirty-five minutes wondering how i watermarked my old pics on photoshop.

and another ten seconds to decide i don't fucking need one.

outside

and you bring me to my knees

again

all the times that i could beg you please

in vain

all the times that i felt insecure

for you

and i leave my burdens at the door

i'm on the outside

i'm looking in

i can see through you

see your true colours

'cause inside you're ugly

ugly like me

i can see through you

see to the real you

all the times that i felt like this won't end

it's for you

and i taste what i could never have

it was from you

all the times that i've cried my intentions

full of pride

but i waste more time than anyone

i'm on the outside

i'm looking in

i can see through you

see your true colours

'cause inside you're ugly

ugly like me

i can see through you

see to the real you

all the times that i've cried

all this wasting

it's all inside

and i feel all this pain

stuffed it down

it's back again

and i lie here in bed

all alone

i can't mend

but i feel

tomorrow will be okay

i'm on the outside

i'm looking in

i can see through you

see your true colours

inside you're ugly

ugly like me

i can see through you

see to the real you

it's been a while

it's been a while

since i could hold my head up high

and it's been a while

since i first saw you

it's been a while

since i can stand on my own two feet again

and it's been a while

since i could call you

and everything i can't remember

as fucked as it all may seem

the consequences that i've rendered

i've stretched myself beyond my means

and it's been a while

since i could say that i wasn't addicted

and it's been a while

since i can say i love myself as well

and it's been a while

since i've gone and fucked things up just like i always do

and it's been a while

but all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you

and everything i can't remember

as fucked up as it all may seem

the consequences that i've rendered

i've gone and fucked things up again

why must i feel this way

just make this go away

just one more peaceful day

it's been a while

since i could look at myself straight

and it's been a while

since i said i'm sorry

it's been awhile

since i've seen the way the candles light your face

and it's been a while

but i can still remember just the way you taste

and everything i can't remember

as fucked up as it all may seem to me

i know it's me, i cannot blame this on my father

he did the best he could for me

it's been a while

since i could hold my head up high

it's been a while

since i said i'm sorry

fun in the exam hall

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why must 10-mark questions only be answered in three pages or more?

isn't it more about understanding than regurgitating the notes?

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i don't suppose you could cut me some slack?

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really?

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oh well. goodbye cruel world.

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lol!

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written in my answer booklet.

i'm not proud of it. i just couldn't care less.

beyond redemption

that place near s-dam where i went with yim to take some nature shots?

we went there again today and saw how it's been changed. the trees lining the road were nowhere to be found. and they weren't even in the way of anything.

rage took me.

at whoever did it?

or at those who don't care?

i really couldn't decide, and i realised i really shouldn't bother.
i'm not a druid but i don't piss my resources away either.

i'm reminded of this show called the age of stupid. enough said.

it's feeding my resolve to relocate as soon as humanly possible. because this place is not just a sinking ship. it's already doomed.

people who know me well would know where i want to go.

because they at least know how to build roads around mountains and valleys without levelling every single fucking thing in sight.

and their idea of heritage preservation does not include.
leasing.
them.
out.
to.
american.
sailors.

i'll take my chances with crime and racism.

models maybe

i'm thinking about shooting models. by which i mean friends, not those bimbos who charge money for standing and posing.

yeah yeah i'm studying as well.

whoa. nothing like giving yourself a guilt trip.