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Monday, April 23, 2007

- 12:11 pm

as the last place to hide thoughts resembling anything close to being coherent or possesive of any form of cogency, i find it only natural to write before my mind is snatched away from me and replaced with continuous subversive, conformist belief. or at least they'll try and probably fail, but hey lets leave nothing to chance.

so its monday, 1213 in the afternoon. in four days, ill end up in a camp on some island for seven weeks. SEVEN WEEKS. without anything close to a starbucks or even a topshop. woe is us. magical camps out in the wilderness are meant to be fun but when all you're stuck with is area cleaning, we'll all be "hurrah for the rigours of forced labour" yknow?

so im just going to get in there and get it over as quickly as possible so to at least be able to watch man u lose the title at the end of the season. as it is ill already be missing the champions league. yeah, its liverpools season and i get to miss it. thanks man.

so anyways the papers today were filled with "dont swim in unsafe places or you'll drown" news. the front cover even showed some drunk guy wading with a friend in the sea holding a beer. are they allowed to do that? wonder how the chap must feel waking up and seeing himself on the front page in dubious circumstances with another man- and drunk. but yes, the moral of the story is BE SAFE not SORRY or you'll be knocked down by a LORRY. just like that guy in the papers yesterday. and the day before. and the one before that. hell, every day someone new is getting knocked down by a lorry. the way things are going it isnt going to be too long before those dangerous shizzbanging contraptions are banned.

in any case by the time im released from the three week confinement, id have moved to some place around holland village or something, to some new condo called the tessarina. it came with all sorts of things in it since apparently it was the showflat, but daddy yanks felt he had to go the extra mile and so is having it done up by an interior designer, heedless of the fact that within three weeks my room isnt gonna resemble anything close to having been interior designed. i think it would be a good fight between construction site and war zone, but just to make things interesting, lets have the long defunct and actually previously non existent AKESH BLOG POLL!

do you think akeshs room resembles ___________? (2m)
a) a war zone
b) a construction site
c) a war torn construction site
d) pink elephant

remember, your vote counts, so choose wisely! simply text your answer to 96730886 and stand a chance to win fantastic prizes*! the more you text the more you win^, win**, win***!

*prizes may not be fantastic
^each vote costs $2
**you might not actually win anything
***i forgot what i was going to say

so remember, you kids have fun now, and dont be flying from the proverbial nest too fast. you just might end up missing it. raffles, raffles.

fin

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