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saw war of the worlds. not as good as the book. the film lacked a climax. tom cruise should have walked away like john wayne in the searchers. spielburg should have stolen from ford. i want to talk about the ending.
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the son should have died. chicken shit spielburg.
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you must be tired of living
my life in a nutshell: work five days a week. i teach english in japan. i teach 8 lessons a day. sometimes i start at 10am. sometimes i finish at 9pm. i live alone in a one bedroomed apartment. it overlooks a carpark. there are 2 vending machines stationed outside. i don't know my neighbours. i know no-one living in a 2 mile radius. i have books. books piled under my tv and on top of my stereo. books are in my closet and all around my shelves. they lie under my bed. i have a dvd player. i have cds. i have an air conditioner which was new when i moved in, but now has mould growing inside it. it's not like mould as in mouldy bread, it's mould, like the mould that will survive nuclear bombardment from north korea.
i have a kitchen which is the size of a large telephone box. i have one hotplate which i use to cook everything except rice. i have a rice cook sitting on top of a microwave. i have a 5 kilo bag of rice. i have 500g of pasta. i have 2 tins of tuna. i have 3 frozen chicken breasts in my grey freezer. i have scratches on my wooden floor that weren't there two years ago. i have tea stains on the wall. i have dusty magazines. i have a dirty balcony and 2 empty pots full of dirt. i have 2 sets of knives and fork which i stole from continental airlines. i have a bed. i have bedsheets. i have a pillow.
i have a mobile phone. i have no new messages. i have no way to check my emails. i have no idea what to do next. i haven't spoken to anyone in ages. i have an inkling. i have darkness at the break of dawn. i have all the light in the world.
i have nothing to say. i have nothing to type. i tried hitch hiking recently. no-one stopped for me. says it all really.
4 comments:
Crikey Wan - you sound lonely. And to think I've been depressed all day cos I'm going on Holiday tomorrow.
Struth
Please keep my identity a secret. Double super Secret. I could call in and have my voice disguised and/or my face blocked out. Please call me or send me an email if you plan to use this. Thanks. I am a Rove-ing reporter leaking a fictional copy of the Grand Jury testimony of Robert Novak. It is posted at:
http://Rovesayswholeakedfirst.blogspot.com/
Sample:
Novak: Well Fitzgerald, You know Carl Rove, the White House Deputy Chief of Staff (of the United States) [COSTUS]. The media gave me a job as Journalist for as long as I want. How much will COSTUS cost us?
Fitzgerald: Look Novak, if you're a journalist, you must know all the players.
Novak: I certainly do.
Fitzgerald: Well you know I've never met the guys. You are under oath so you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's involved in the leaking of a CIA officer’s name.
Novak: Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give the players now-a-days very peculiar names.
Fitzgerald: You mean funny names?
Novak: Strange names, pet names...like Deep Throat...
And at the first game, Judith Miller will throw in the first pitch. Ambassador and Mrs. Wilson will sing the National Anthem. Matt Cooper will be selling beer in the bleachers. Novak will be scalping tickets outside the main gate and Rove will get 20% of the door.
Note that leak and leaker have multiple meanings. You could also change this to refer to the testimony of Rove instead of Novak.
Middle-aged, Middle-of-the-Road, Mid-Westerner
Er. I don't know if this is all literary posturing or extreme ennui. Hey, Wan, come home if you are prone to delineating your strange, spartan existence. It makes you sound like some bookworm hermit.
If you're taking the piss, then, well, ummm, your writing style is finding its way. There may be an auidence for it.
hey chris and olav,
thanks for you comments. loneliness is just a state of mind, and to be honest, I don't feel that bad. either that, or i'm just in denial. anyway, i just wrote about the banal things in life, there's lots of good shit too.
i'm glad my writing style is finding it's way, cos i'm trying to copy you (HAHAHAHA! well, not really) and i never really thought about my audience: all i need is me (unless you want to give a contract and some money).
enjoy the hungarians.
ps. are you going to tell me your new blog address?
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