Listening to: "C" is for Cookie, Cookie Monster
Thinking of:
Image thanks to www.geektimes.com Got Milk?
I've not done enough today, distraction... sigh. Though, I had 2 lunches (such monstrosity) and Ferrari once again took the top step today. Congrats to Button too, slowly climbing those steps...
As a testament to my erratic music taste that has been so thoroughly discussed by my beloved housemates, I'm now listening to Rhapsody in Blue, George Gershwin. Somewhere along the current playlist are the brilliant Smashing Pumpkins... Pity that they've been smashed.
I'm surrounded by Toy Story characters in my housemate's vacated room. The important ones are all there... Woody and his horse for one, Buzz and the Evil Zork (is it?). Others include the springy dog and the rambling t-rex.
I spoke to my parents back home and I suddenly miss them loads... I guess home is the only real place I can hide from the rest of the world. My room back home is spartan and all thats left are my library of books, my bed and my desk... Probably with my bank statements on it. Its pretty much turned into the guest room at the moment for my visiting aunts and uncles who come around with those little monsters that taunt my dog. Well, not all of them anyway... but I'm sure once they get loose in the garden, Barks will have so much fun chasing them.... and licking them over till they cry. Not very nice things to say to those lil' critters... but rest assured that I'm not that mean to them. Especially when I do take them out to the zoo and parks around and try helping them with their English language (I'm actually looking forward to passing my Roald Dahl stuff to them). Of course, being brought up by watching Ultraman and Power Rangers, they thank me by getting me to wrestle them with their legs flying all over the place trying to aim for my glasses. Sigh...
Now listening to The Boy, The Smashing Pumpkins (Proudly ripped from my Aeroplane Flies High box set :D) My brother has been studying really hard... I guess when you live with someone most of your life, one can pretty much figure what another is doing. I can tell he's under some kind of pressure... and I guess its good that he doesn't follow my failure in the A- Levels. I do love my brother loads... only its just one of those brotherly things... I do wish him the very best and may we compete sometime soon. Actually, I think he's already had the moral victory... being the passive peace loving one in the family (Whereas I wreck utter havoc) and being intelligent, taller and definitely more knowledgeable than I am in general happenings and history around the world. All that is left now is for him to start defining his confidence and style (music, drama, speech you know the list). Is it any wonder why some think he's the older one? But to me, he's always boy boy... :D
Dad is placing less pressure on me lately... He's told me that he'd still be there if all goes wrong (fingers crossed that it doesn't) and he laughs when I tell him its hard and just goes, "Oh well kiddo, now you know what you've gotten yourself into" I have very pleasant memories of my father... I remember him reaching out for me when I was really upset when I was younger because of something my younger brother did (see, I do care for younger brother too). Yet, then... I turned away from him telling him to back off... we never got as close again.
Mom like my brother is the pacifist in the family... A lovely lady... Plenty of talent, especially in the kitchen... Just give her all the ingredients she needs and watch mom whip up things you'd only see in 5 star hotels and really posh restaurants. The usual comment given to her is whenever she hears this quote "I wonder how Danny and yourself aren't fat and chubby (well, I am now)" Mom's a tease... she loves bugging me asking really strange questions and she just loves her garden. Behind all the kindness and gentleness that she stands for, she really has an iron spirit. I remember her telling me that the one characteristic that drew my dad was her sense of confidence and independence (also that mom was absolutely gorgeous when she was younger, dad sure had good taste in women.) Over the years, I have to admit that statement is nothing short of being true. Sometimes I wonder if mom being a homekeeper has dampened her ambition. Sometimes I feel that mom has never really achieved what she could have.
I think I got my rebel streak from both my parents. Looking at both their families, they've been the ones who stand out... All of mom's younger sisters have taken a cue from her and led their lives differently... Now my lady cousins do the same.
Thinking of:
Image thanks to www.geektimes.com Got Milk?
I've not done enough today, distraction... sigh. Though, I had 2 lunches (such monstrosity) and Ferrari once again took the top step today. Congrats to Button too, slowly climbing those steps...
As a testament to my erratic music taste that has been so thoroughly discussed by my beloved housemates, I'm now listening to Rhapsody in Blue, George Gershwin. Somewhere along the current playlist are the brilliant Smashing Pumpkins... Pity that they've been smashed.
I'm surrounded by Toy Story characters in my housemate's vacated room. The important ones are all there... Woody and his horse for one, Buzz and the Evil Zork (is it?). Others include the springy dog and the rambling t-rex.
I spoke to my parents back home and I suddenly miss them loads... I guess home is the only real place I can hide from the rest of the world. My room back home is spartan and all thats left are my library of books, my bed and my desk... Probably with my bank statements on it. Its pretty much turned into the guest room at the moment for my visiting aunts and uncles who come around with those little monsters that taunt my dog. Well, not all of them anyway... but I'm sure once they get loose in the garden, Barks will have so much fun chasing them.... and licking them over till they cry. Not very nice things to say to those lil' critters... but rest assured that I'm not that mean to them. Especially when I do take them out to the zoo and parks around and try helping them with their English language (I'm actually looking forward to passing my Roald Dahl stuff to them). Of course, being brought up by watching Ultraman and Power Rangers, they thank me by getting me to wrestle them with their legs flying all over the place trying to aim for my glasses. Sigh...
Now listening to The Boy, The Smashing Pumpkins (Proudly ripped from my Aeroplane Flies High box set :D) My brother has been studying really hard... I guess when you live with someone most of your life, one can pretty much figure what another is doing. I can tell he's under some kind of pressure... and I guess its good that he doesn't follow my failure in the A- Levels. I do love my brother loads... only its just one of those brotherly things... I do wish him the very best and may we compete sometime soon. Actually, I think he's already had the moral victory... being the passive peace loving one in the family (Whereas I wreck utter havoc) and being intelligent, taller and definitely more knowledgeable than I am in general happenings and history around the world. All that is left now is for him to start defining his confidence and style (music, drama, speech you know the list). Is it any wonder why some think he's the older one? But to me, he's always boy boy... :D
Dad is placing less pressure on me lately... He's told me that he'd still be there if all goes wrong (fingers crossed that it doesn't) and he laughs when I tell him its hard and just goes, "Oh well kiddo, now you know what you've gotten yourself into" I have very pleasant memories of my father... I remember him reaching out for me when I was really upset when I was younger because of something my younger brother did (see, I do care for younger brother too). Yet, then... I turned away from him telling him to back off... we never got as close again.
Mom like my brother is the pacifist in the family... A lovely lady... Plenty of talent, especially in the kitchen... Just give her all the ingredients she needs and watch mom whip up things you'd only see in 5 star hotels and really posh restaurants. The usual comment given to her is whenever she hears this quote "I wonder how Danny and yourself aren't fat and chubby (well, I am now)" Mom's a tease... she loves bugging me asking really strange questions and she just loves her garden. Behind all the kindness and gentleness that she stands for, she really has an iron spirit. I remember her telling me that the one characteristic that drew my dad was her sense of confidence and independence (also that mom was absolutely gorgeous when she was younger, dad sure had good taste in women.) Over the years, I have to admit that statement is nothing short of being true. Sometimes I wonder if mom being a homekeeper has dampened her ambition. Sometimes I feel that mom has never really achieved what she could have.
I think I got my rebel streak from both my parents. Looking at both their families, they've been the ones who stand out... All of mom's younger sisters have taken a cue from her and led their lives differently... Now my lady cousins do the same.
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