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Quarta-feira, Junho 02, 2004

Mi Dun Know Patois. Batty Wa Mek Mi Dweet Fa?

It's depressing 'cause slumber won't come to me at this ungodly time. I had been successful sleeping for two hours a while ago when hunger woke me up. My stomach is currently experiencing peristaltic contractions, which only means that I'm starving. (What? I ate eight slices of toasted bread spread with cheese, drank two glasses of milk, and ate a large serving of broiled chicken and vegetables last night! So why does my stomach churn so abruptly?) But I guess I won't do anything about my execrable hunger pangs because I'm afraid to go downstairs and look for food. (Trish is scared in her own house? That's silly!) Certainly not. I just don't like to go down at this time that's all.

Today is Ava's happy day. She's got a huge date with Daniel Radcliffe (or is it Harry Potter?) later at G4. No one beats Ava's feverishness when it comes to HP. She gets too excited with Harry/Dan that she *faints* even before she finishes typing away her fixation in our yahoogroup or in her blog. I can already imagine her bouncing as she slumbers away at this hour. Believe her when she says she feels like a child again.

Meanwhile I haven't done anything useful these days except occasionally reading materials and watching shows in Discovery Channel. I'm having a pretty dull life this summer I know. No classes means no cash and no cash means you can't go have fun outside. So there isn't much to be written here about me. But I don't give a fart. Based on the number of comments I get here, which is mostly zero, wala, nada... no one really reads my journal. Which only means, if I put it in a positive direction, I can say anything I want. I can even use this to swear at people that I don't like (or pretend to like), can't I? And I could not care less if the length of my post for the day reaches up to page fifty or so because only a few (and I mean FEW) dares to read my sentiments. By the way, thank you Ava for the comments. Hehe.

Speaking of dough, which I terribly lack this hot, hot vacation, I still get frustrated over Chevalier's new books. Been having my eye on her two books for months now. I often gaze blankly at her books displayed in National Bookstore and I furiously say to myself: 'Putek, kelan ba kita mabibili?' Sometimes I say that publicly. People nearby would start to think I'm nuts when they see me soliloquizing in bookstores.

Batty mi naa badda dem ca mi waan di book.


Carnaval took a nap at 4:52:00 AM

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