I made this wallpaper for MacBooks, inspiration is from a conversation I was having with Jessie earlier this morning, and is a result of both of us missing the suites. It's not intended only for people on exchange, mind you, but for whomever wants it to meant something to them. If someone is running up to you to tell you that I made this to spite someone, or hurt someone or leave countless dead in the wake of my design genius, I would humbly request that you deny them their manipulative strategies and say you want to have it as your wallpaper too. That would show them you're not a mindless toy with no real independent thought now would it? And of course now someone will think that I'm writing this with the intention of hurting someone, and there's no defence against such stupidity is there? And as such, if you think so, then let me only say at this point in time that no such silliness is embedded here and it is only meant to bring about love and peace and joy. I'm not being sarcastic, I know you think I'm incapable of thinking such nice pure happy thoughts, but then again, only friends would be able to know such things.
As much money as humanly possible should be made within the shortest amount of time, and barring any weird Acts of God, traverse the entirety of this planet and see what the hype is all about. And be happy, some of that too, of course.
Happiness comes in a 5kg package from Singapore, packed to the brim with all kinds of stuff. Thanks to lovely family (aunts and all included of course). And Dad, I'm sorry I haven't picked up your calls, got too used to not carrying my phone with me.
I discovered in conversation also that there are rumours about me in school being a twat (in a variety of capacities, none flattering of course, but differ only in terms of crimes), and it seems that most of the people actually in the know about such rumours have never spoken to me before. Like ever. Which makes it even more fascinating to me, because it sheds light on an entirely new level of ignorance. And I shall endeavour to make only the effort I've carried on thus far, of merely talking to one person at a time. I can't win the world, and you can't win me over.
Like all things, the getting of things to work here is quite an impossibility. I apologise sincerely for the griping, but it's late and I get cranky when I have been doing work and not playing Jeanne D'Arc on my PSP (courtesy of Joan dearest).
goodnight for now. I bid goodnight to my dearest love, as she lays in the arms of another, and I tell myself nice lies to make a once-love work for my dreams again in a sequence of endless wishful nights.
2 comments:
i generally feel like i should make a nice comment. but i have no idea what cos my mind's fuzzy from the lack of sleep.
transferring songs into my mp3 player cum trusty sony ericsson phone so that i won't die on the plane tmr.
well, only thing that comes to mind now is that im missing the avid suites. and my favourite partner. (:
can't wait to be back at school, sort of.
Just like you, I don't know what's going on, but I can't wait to be back at school too, SORT OF.
The life here has become routine, and familiar in some way. Although, the French students are leaving soon along with the entire local student body (graduation or internship), and we'll have the entire campus to ourselves.
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