In trying times, I revel in being a total misery guts. I will listen to sad, sappy songs over and over until their melodies become what I subconsciously hum all day. I sat in the library today, aching all over from a bad night's sleep, biting my pen and gazing out the window that overlooks the park and the patrons in the swimming pool. I even ( Read more... )

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This morning on the bus, a woman sat next to a Buddhist monk. She was talking to him at a ridiculously slow pace, accompanying the over enunciated words that spouted from her fat lips with elaborate hand gestures. "You...have....BEE-IG...SOUL, yes?" She cupped her hands and circled it at the centre of her chest to signify the notion of a soul. The ( Read more... )

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At this point, it looks like I will be playing an entire set of 60's girl pop. Candy for the ears.

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Yesterday whilst driving home dazed, I mistook an ambulance for an icecream truck. Icecream withdrawl symptoms? Will I be seeing flying gelato cones next ( Read more... )

My dad left me in charge of his fish tank and his billion bonsai plants while he and my mother holiday overseas for the next month or so. The fish tank has over 20 tropical fish, (some of them almost 40 cm in length) that he has kept and 'brought up' for up to the past three to four years. These are the fish my Dad sits down after dinner and talks ( Read more... )