Mackerals At One In The Morn.

here i sit munching on my mackerals-from-a-can in front of the tv like i'm actually watching the nonsense. my sister has fallen asleep watching cheap reruns and my mother's doing her own stuff. i pause as i decide to blog.

i can't finish the last of the three mackerals. they're too big.

it occurred to me how frequently i blog as compared to other people. am i that free?
or are other people just too busy? or maybe its somewhere in the middle.

i don't know what i'm talking about.

the new song's from the movie rugrats in paris. Sinead O' Connor - When You Love.
its a beautiful song. i think i watched the movie waaay back when it came out. as far as i recall, its the only movie where i actually teared a bit at the end when everything was fine and dandy - when chuckie's dad and kimi's mother get married.

ahem. i was young back then. like i said, take some time and listen to the song.. and sift through your memories for times like the song describes.

french was awesome. this could be my alternative to chinese - seeing as i never got past the basics of the chinese language anyways.
i do aspire to write a poem in french (or even a few) by the end of this year. and possibly order in a french restaurant speaking in french and looking all posh-like and stuff.

"garcon, zis wahtair ees cold. fetch me un new glass."

french tutorial's gonna be lonely. nobody i know in my tutorial group - T08. hope i manage to make a few friends.

i had a weird dream when i fell asleep on the chair just now. i was in this cold wooden shack up in the mountains. suddenly this lookalike of my trudges through the door. he looks up and i see his mouth all iced over like he had been chewing on snow.. and apparently he couldnt speak because his lips were stuck together. he had snow all over him and was holding a notepad and a pen.

he wrote: "i tested the God of wonders - and I paid the price."

i woke up.

what could this mean? that i've been chowing down on snow to test God? this isn't making any sense.














.. or maybe it's really really REALLY abstract.

boy, what is it that gets weird stuff running through my mind at these times in the early am?

When you love
You're not alone
The one you love
Is there beside you
Never lost
Or on your own
A gentle hand
Is there to guide you..