Sometimes I piss myself off. I’d piss myself with a bad case of urine infection and watch it stink, then feel the burn. Then go Fuck Shit Mama, it Hurts like Nails down the Pipelines. Hear it ring and clang? Clatter clatter clatter clatter.

The aftermath of it; I put it behind, among the shelves and old cabinets, and when something like this resurfaces I get to look back and say, well, been there, so might as well be careful. Maybe I’d forget it. I know myself to do it sometimes. At any rate, it was a stinking bad piss-off. Like bed-wetting incidents, I should just go hang it out to dry. Then spray some FeBreeze.

It’ll smell like pine, but beneath it all, you know it’s stained.

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Skipping Stones.

I miss doing those, really. Whenever I do it I happen to be with my brother, and we’d just start picking pebbles to fling them and compete to see whose stone can skip the most. He’d win, mostly. Sometimes I luck out. Importantly, however, was the sensation of seeing the stone skip across, leaving ripples at its wake, which mould into one another and become intricate, shimmering webs.

Ripples settle back into steadiness. Placidity, and unbroken calmness.

Then we’d toss another few more stones, and watch them skip.

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Excuse what I just wrote above. I’ve been struck with a case of emo-ness lately and it had started to turn into a mess of boils and pus, so I better put it down in a more arranged manner. So it wouldn’t mutate. That might turn ugly.

Now, as I always do, and now it’s almost tradition, really, and a by-product of years and years of increasing laziness; I summarise 10 days worth of events in bullets and points, which saves time for both you and I, and goodness know we don’t have much of those lately:

1) Broadcast Journalism took several days to properly edit, and I’ve just taken a look at the marks the other and I thought it wasn’t anywhere bad, just nowhere great. No better results, truly.

2) My NaNoWriMo novel, somehow, managed to complete itself, at 50, 539 words. They gave me a few digital badges and a certificate that I can print and laminate and hung on the wall, but I think I’ll just keep it in the computer.

3) I fell sick. This sickness came with fever which made me hot and cold sometimes, to the point I had started wondering if it had to do with certain objects and the relative distance between myself and it; I lost voice for 3 days and mostly I couldn’t do anything but try and sleep.

4) I fucked up for Online JR assignment. That’s the easiest and least painful to way to put it.

5) After everything was finished, I went ahead and spent the afternoon completing Dead Space. I sat through the credits feeling rather shaky, and when they allowed me to return to the game with the equipment I had plus the new Stormtrooper looking suit I went ahead and spent some quality time stomping with brand new white boots.

6) I have managed to hitched an addiction towards Left 4 Dead, which is turning out to be one of the best zombie shooters out there, and one of the best co-op games I’ve had the pleasure to play.

7) I’m facing trouble for my Final Year Project, because I’ve not been able to submit anything final and I’ve not even drafted the questionnaires yet. Future looks bleak.


I’m so glad it’s over -- even if it didn’t go particularly well -- that I’ve been spending the past few days loafing and goofing and fooling around.

Now, there’re the exams to worry about…

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Ah, yes, and because I needed to gloat about it one way or another, even if it wasn’t anything great or amazing:

Also, I found out something about a script frenzy thing, which, like Nanowrimo, will have you writing a 100 page script in 30 days. It starts in April, I think, and it sounds all fun.

Do check out the MPH-Alliance Bank National Short Story Prize 2009, if it’s your kind of thing.

Well, for tonight, oyasumi!