Thursday, December 05, 2002 :::
Outcomes the twentieth production of the James Bond franchise coinciding with the fourtieth anniversary that the British MI6 spy has beem probing into the affairs of the world. And with twitching here and there with the trite formula of sex symbols, double entendres and yes those little gizmos that are cladenstinely concealed in the most inconspicouse of accessories
ba i think pierce brosnan is the best bond
::: posted by deslucent at 9:27 AM
water...tastes differently from household to household.
If you ever had a guest, please refrain from giving him water...
especially with ice...ice with water is foul unless
tinged with lemon or mint.
the best water comes from the tap at NYDC, probably because of the liberal amounts of lemon
derived from the squeezed lemon halves
quite a concept actaully...after the juice has been extracted from the fruit the residue lemon is put to good use
well but thats the specialty of the establishment...its water.
Haagan Daz compliments the uber sweetness of their ice cream by placing mint leaves in their water jugs...
until a stray leave found its way into the cup of Shawn
did the management and customers have no trouble with mint flavoured water
I like the water at home...its flat as other distilled water but somehow I find it to have a distincitve taste..
::: posted by deslucent at 9:14 AM
Tuesday, December 03, 2002 :::
why are all the other online journals from griffidor
::: posted by deslucent at 2:56 AM
res first green is gold
her hardest hue to hold
her first leaf's a flower
but only so an hour
then leaf subsides to leaf
so Eden sank to grief
so dawn goes down to day
nothing gold can stay
-Robert Frost
~fen
::: posted by deslucent at 2:42 AM
Monday, December 02, 2002 :::
I like to go under the blade. Get my hair snipped. Gives me some ordanance. I think they did a pretty good job today... a rarity in recent months.
Got damn pissed with Poon, Quek then Tang in that order. Kant believe them. Quek argues for the sake of it especially when his pride is at stake. Poon says tupid things and stand by them as tho they were fact.
Tang is just Tang.
Tis the season for buds to open and revel in warmth. A time to ponder over the course and discourse of the year, a time to chart ahead on the pragmatic front. But also to apprecitate the company and love of friends.
This Saturday is a day of reckoning on many fronts. Arsenal will visit ol Trafford, I will vist ol boarding school, and theres the SAT to sit for. A toss of the die could swing things either way
Its this perculiar thing about me. When I am very angry and assertive I momentarily become very articulate and eloquent. I become very complex and ruminate in the deepest depths of my mind. But lately I feel shallow...I must be quite elated..
Chrsitmas shoppping is starting to bore me while getting on my nerves. Firstly town is now bloody packed. How the hell are you supposed to see things in shop windows when all you have is a rump. Then there is the problem of matching gifts to a bloke... gaa its not just the matching its the reaction that they will get.. no one is ever contented with you nowadays
::: posted by deslucent at 7:19 AM
