Sunday, December 03, 2006
today went to JB in the morning. went to cut hair, eat breakfast, shop, then came back. came back at 4pm. bah. couldnt have come back an hour earlier!? totally missed star trek. havent been watching for like what? the past 3 MONTHS! been playing pinball to ward off boredom again. i dunno what to do nowadays in the afternoons... daddy always using the com, nothing on tv, books almost all read, bored to death. except maybe the starship models... still have got the USS Excelsior and the USS Enterprise havent built yet... but have to buy paints first... so ex at marina square... 2.40 per bottle... doesnt seem ex rite? but consider this. i need about ELEVEN different colours... that would come up to how much? about 27 bucks. want to get those models rite. christmas is coming too... have to buy presents for at least 15 ppl. i'll have to slowly sew the holes in my pocket over the next year again. it always seems to be the case... i always save up during the year.... then christmas comes, and when it's gone, so's my pocket. but, i suppose the rewards are there... after all, what is money? although it is important, yeah, i agree, but friendship, trust, honour, loyalty and family is always more important than that rite? anw, in the evening went for math tuition at caraven. had to make up for last week, cos i didnt go as i was in confirmation camp... am wishing it was a week ago... confirmation camp was really fun... at least it helped me to take some things off my mind... wonder why i'm in such a desolate mood rite now... haha... again, laughter without mirth. arghh. will go to sleep now. bad bad mood rite now.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
- William Shakepeare -
I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.
- William Shakespeare -
- William Shakespeare -
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,
not working with the eye without the ear,
and but in purged judgement trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
- William Shakespeare -
- William Shakespeare -
x It´s been a long time,
but my time is finally near
at 1:03 am