it's just another panic monday.

"At what age is it best to crush a child’s dreams so that they have an easier time stepping in to the status quo?"

You fool. You do not do such things to children. A child is like a poison missile you aim at the Future. You encourage, fund and resource their dreams to the fullest extent of your capability, knowing that your reward will be the pain and misery of generations yet unborn.

WARREN ELLIS

what you do not know who WARREN ELLIS is? only the award-winning creator of graphic novels i haven't read yet. Hah. Underground classics too, apparently. Which library has the best collection of comics, any one have any ideaaaaaaas? I'm looking for FELL, MINISTRY OF SPACE, PLANETARY, and TRANSMETROPOLITAN, and CROOKED LITTLE VEIN. And the Sandman Vol 1.

Or i could put it on my christmas list for my colleague-comrades to buy for me. Wheee: 9 guaranteed Xmas presents. Oh crap: 9 Xmas presents to buy. Shoot me.



Funny stories galore from zoukout.

i should start writing them down before the smaller ones start falling through the cracks of my farty mind again, like with KYN and Railay.

Some notes: broken hammock, stealing cigs and saving girls, my HAIIRRRRRR :((((((, bouncing away from persistent boys, trying to set K and CGA up to dance awaaaaay from me, dong who? ooooh dong you, sleep-texting (i was NOT drunk.), using hot girlfriends to steal bathroom time, kop Heinekens, cut queues AND giggle through crowds. making partnership deals with CGA (it's ok Cee, you still my secret friend. NEXT YEAR WE WILL CONQUER ZO.), taking too long to figure out that it's Kelly, not Kali, new friends: not as wild or overwhelmingly girly as they appeared at first,

also also also, steering a staggering ruby-faced ang moh into another hammock, him almost aiming his almightly butt wrong, swinging him wildly and running away laughing like nymphs on crack. Free drinks all night, kicking off my slippers almost immediately, dancing in the sand, grrreat music by i-was-too-sleepy-to-care-who, swearing never to climb for 5 hours straight before an all-night dance fest, what was i thinking?

m: "CGA, OVER HEEREE!"
cga, squints at me: "err, i think you have the wrong guy."
m: "well, remember this?! (finger.)"
cga: "OOOOH, MIHO. what's with that hair... and DRESS!"

sleeping in CGA's car while they (allegedly) chatted. if they made out while i was snoring in the backseat, i will throw up a week's worth of meals, i swear. rock-climbing horror stories, "i got fat, and now i have a butt to fill this bikini", a succession of light sticks from guys kelly smiled at, "meet at the nokia balloooooon" times 42, guys flitting to aud's and sam's sequins like dummy moths, aud's moooooves, aud flashing her bikini whenever she got bored,

"what do you do?"
"i write"
"for who?"
"advertising"
"who?"
"not you."
"oh, ok."

dancing so hard I woke up with all the tension in my shoulders and neck and back goooone, bruises, scratches on my mobile and my specs from dropping it in the sand - boo, that's 51 bucks to fix, and exfoliated feet from prancing in the same sand with bare soles - yayy, save 46 bucks i'd never have forked out on pedicures. losing my slippers 2 zoukouts running, CGA going back to save my slippers this time. this boy is too nice. and the sun rising over a clear sky that looked a little like railay's for a goggy few minutes.

"MIHO, are you wearing a bikini under your dress tooo?!"
"er, i'm wearing shorts under here."
"..."



ok. better mood now. going back to face my monday. i'm dead meat, the senior writer took a week & a half off and i'm the only halfling-writer in the agency.

yeah, freaking out now.