Weekend
Collection of snips and snaps over the past (weeks?)
How badly scared is a german football fan that their team didnt make it to the finals? So I tried this: Say "hundred and eighteenth" to the fan in the face, and the time taken for the face to grimace is inversely proportional to the level of damage. If the fan answers with a "Huh?" then you know he is definitely ok. (*118th minute, 2 minutes before the end of the quarter final, when italy scored a really badly conceded goal.*).
The numbers of the week:
1037m -- highest point of my life this week
800m -- elevation gain to get to the there, got an apple juice and hiked back down.
537 -- number of "wooden" secured steps to get up there... this doesnt include the rocks nor the tree roots.
14 -- number of episodes of kenshin animes after
3am -- time stayed up awake to read the miraculous journey of Edwuard Tulane (Thanks a million!!)
How badly scared is a german football fan that their team didnt make it to the finals? So I tried this: Say "hundred and eighteenth" to the fan in the face, and the time taken for the face to grimace is inversely proportional to the level of damage. If the fan answers with a "Huh?" then you know he is definitely ok. (*118th minute, 2 minutes before the end of the quarter final, when italy scored a really badly conceded goal.*).
The numbers of the week:
1037m -- highest point of my life this week
800m -- elevation gain to get to the there, got an apple juice and hiked back down.
537 -- number of "wooden" secured steps to get up there... this doesnt include the rocks nor the tree roots.
14 -- number of episodes of kenshin animes after
3am -- time stayed up awake to read the miraculous journey of Edwuard Tulane (Thanks a million!!)
posted by toady | 3:49 AM
2 Comments:
ha - was wondering how long it was taking to get there.
am sad tonite -- prob need a dose of edward.
how can one fluctuate from happy happy last nite, to super pissed this evening and now incredibly sad...
PMS to rocketh the soul man.
i'm a pendulum of emotions.
just read a poem (Tread softly) by WB YEats on "www.lifeandcoincidences.blogspot.com" -- if there are words who can describe my feelings now, this'll be it.
blog more plssssssssssss
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