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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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4th July
The waiting game.
I slouch in my bucket Seat.
I listen to Michael's wanna be Starting something on ninety-five.
I'm glad I went for the dinner, and I believe its all self induced.
I notice the Stacks of tomorrow's papers piling really high up.
An unoccupied taxi passes by.
My rear window's fogging up.

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Stick shifts and safety belts! Bucket seats! They've all got to go!

Not really. I'm developing this habit of putting down into words my sensations at a particular point in time. For example, right now:

I see the chicks streaming from Animal Planet.
The drops of water glistened as they hang from the leaves in my glass jar.
Someone grabs the glasses.
The tappings from the keyboard continue on...
and on...

Its weekend again... wat's baking this week?

did u know I learn to make Tiramisu this week ?? so proud of myself... and I thought the only thing i get my hands dirty in is mud and ... and... nevermind.

Oh wow.... yum yumm.....

next time I make u all eat... cannot imagine the amount of egg yokes that goes into tiramisu. Can die !!!!!!!!

So while I'm gallavanting in London you guys are seating on buckets baking .... very interesting here. :)

Don't rub it in. :P


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