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horse stories
it seems as though i have caused quite a mess at the flat. my anger has gotten the best of me however i do believe i had a valid reason for my anger. and if people only hear one side of the story well then i say, let them think what they want to think. "and in the end nobody got hurt..."
selling the big issue
last week i saw some guy on the tube sell another guy a copy of the big issue for one bananna. its just like bargining for pork chops.
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taking the bait
i went to go see tricky nixon last night in islington (north london), when i got there there was a sign on the door that said "this concert has been postponed until august 25".
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funeral
2004
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half pint
appearently i've been dubbed 'half pint' by some of my fellow flat mates. after an intervention style discussion on how to distribute the price for the flat (and disagreeing with the out come some what) i went down the albion pub just around the corner and drank probably more than i should have. long story short i went into work the next day with a heck of a hang over. i didn't actually feel alright until i left work. but all is well at the flat now.
fruit that ate itself
1997
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the office
sitting at my desk on the first day of my internship today i thought to myself, this is a lot like the office. the first half of my day consisted of reading the travel sections of countless newpapers, the second half was all internet research, not the greatest day but not the worst either. just another, or rather my first, day at millennium pr.
karma payment plan
so what have i been up to you might ask? i recently moved into a brand new used flat in west kensington. if you would like to write me or mail me your life savings you can send them to the following address:
An Hong
8 Broadmead
Auriol Road
London
W14 0SS
United Kingdom
in addition to that the following things have spun me in a world of confussion and vaunerability: lack of sleep, finding a new place to live, finding out my student loan got rejected because of my co-signer, trying to a new student loan which i am currently in the process of doing (which is proving to be exceedingly difficult from london), meeting new people, girls (when are they not a problem), drinking, and my brain is rotting. so we shall see how this semester turns out. anything is possible and perhaps i may even write a book about the 3 lives i've lived in london when this is all done. but would it matter? does anything really matter any more?
the books: a dead fish gains the power of observation
speaks the fish
something's fishy about this dish
why am i so still and dill?
can't stir a gill
or tilt my head
it must be that i am dead
