out of service

I’m packing my laptop to send over to my new place of residence in China. I can’t access wordpress from internet cafes in China and I will not have my own machine during my travels so updates will be sporadic at best. Don’t you worry however. By early September I’ll be back.

So faithful few, speak to you later.

I have no idea where I’ll be for the next few weeks given that my travel plans have fallen through. I will go with the flow and have adventures that I will write about the old school way: on paper.

Catch you later.

bad timing

I was very close to punching you when you told me “I love you baby” during sex no less. A drunken man, you would soon forget as you did the last time you told me that you love me. Which is bloody irritating given that you do love me but refuse this truth sober. Never you mind, I told you with an open heart how I feel and I’m proud of that.
But I was this close (about three seconds’ worth) to chucking you out you idiot for inadvertendly playing with my feelings at such a vulnerable moment. Instead, I cried without making a sound, lay on my floor sulking, tried to empty my mind in order to sleep, woke up at five in the morning bloody pissed off. Ah, love.

dig

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When drunk people come up with things
such as: I love you;
They might revert and forget and meet
an ego surprised at declarations
of love, and you might feel sad.
Artificial ways of lifting inhibitions do not
stay.
They don’t dig deep enough.

plans

A week left here. In which time I will send a dissertation (edit and write a previous piece of work), pack for Tibet/Cyprus/London (whatever I can carry in a backpack), pack to ship things over to D. (plus special delivery for laptop), strive to get money back for shitty RAM, book flights, get rid of shit and clean place up, fix my bike, organise my Tibet trip, plan open doors (parents watch a lesson with your class), write student reports. That’s it. Ah, where the fuck did I put my Visa Electron?

Thanks

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For the witty comebacks. It keeps me on my toes.