So - I am leaving sado in August - I have sent my form. Now i have to start rummaging through websites and finding a tokyo job ( Read more... )

There's this woman in Deuce Bigalow European Gigolo who has a penis for a nose. (I kid you not. This is a strong indication of the caliber of this film). Anyway, throughout the film, she wears a red velvet sort of nose-veil to cover her unfortunate appendage, and when she gets aroused, the veil kind of moves around and up ( Read more... )

the concert is finally over. It was a weekend of teeth-grinding - over the headache, the pride, the annoyance. I didn't even get nervous, which was indicative of how little I gave a shit. Today, too, has been not good, and yet I don't feel melancholy; just exhausted. Many many little things to report ( Read more... )

a head like a multi-storey carpark which means I am coming down with something. alternately succumbing to self-pity and fighting against it - i'm perpetually amazed by my ability to override physical discomfort if i 'put my mind to it'. Why is that? I don't believe in astrology, but they say that that's a trademark of cancerians. Trying, also, to ( Read more... )

in the summer camp ( Read more... )

God, I'm really airing my dirty linen today. But it's noticeable that when I start talking about medical disorders, I get hysterical. As I write this, Paul and I are looking up medical disorders in our dictionary. He's trying to pronounce 'cerebral haemorrhage'. And i can feel it all creeping up, on the verge of losing it in the staff room, in ( Read more... )

I had rehearsal for this concert last night, straight after school, and remembered the full force of my brattiness. Not being able to play these pieces, feeling so much worse than every one else and, most of all, understanding enough to understand that they're talking about me but not being able to fully grasp what they're saying; it spawns inside ( Read more... )

For once, things to do are rising up in front of me - skyscrapers in a cityscape. My future has contour; a road defined and sculpted by the occasional excitement; and I feel less like a black-coated widow in her snowy wilderness, wondering for miles without a sight of a house ( Read more... )

I really hate this word: stressed.

I remember when it started to be used lots of years ago - it was as if this thing had been discovered. Look, we've discovered this great ambiguous and blanket term, stress! Now you're no longer to blame for being a workaholic ratty miserable snappy arsehole; you're just stressed. What a load of wank ( Read more... )

( thailand photos )