The admiral is looking for a house to rent.

hauntingly beautiful.

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 07:20:04 +0000

I almost forgot why I loved you so much, Amélie Poulain.

how to make…

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 02:14:21 +0000

your own chocolate mint confection

Step 1: Brush your teeth, leaving a tad of toothpaste in mouth (as per desired level of mint ganache)
Step 2: Eat a slice of chocolate.

i backz! *splayed-teethy grin*

futbol!

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 04:07:21 +0000

I have never kicked myself this hard for not giving Parsons a chance. Well it is my fault, so here I am in the dingy basement of a computer lab, typing things even my fingers feel are inconsequential.

And so, I am now looking, with green eyes, at what I could have maybe been, if I had stuck to my original dreams.

“Well, you’ll get to make all the money”, he offered, well intentioned.

But, but,

she’ll get to make all the art.

Slow work day,

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:05:36 +0000

Behold, efficiency in its highest form:

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:13:59 +0000

I find the word “foodstuffs” quite amusing. I like it, it is like a friend.

from my convo with m,

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 03:05:11 +0000

Signs of life (or lack thereof):

“im working out a lot now, and by a lot i dont mean intensely, but i just thrash a bit on the treadmill and the weight machines every single day religious after school and call it a workout, i dont care if people judge me (“siu mui mui, lee doe mm hai WANNN gor wor” or “youve only been on that thing for five minutes man”), it seriously is one of the only things keeping me sane and in a weird way, happy, here, where i feel as much like im dying as im living.”

stub.

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 22:22:00 +0000

been feeling so little lately;

wish I could just walk,

and walk,

and walk, and see

what beautiful places that takes me.

but

I know I can’t,

I know I won’t.

And that drives me

crazy.

hoo haa

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:55:03 +0000

Can’t decide if this works, but o hai thur mister 羅莽!!! HKG represent, yo.

Rinse,

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 22:37:27 +0000

he shoots, she whores.

and repeat.

theadmiralislookingforahousetorent — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:26:06 +0000

sometimes,

she hears the spidery man (not to be mistaken with a spider man) with the oversized spectacles from next door dragging things around in his room, kccch, kccch, thump.

Kccch, kcch, thump.

And she chooses to believe that he is not merely rearranging furniture (but really, who rearranges furniture at 3 am in the morning?) but is preparing his, in actuality, fifth corpse for embalming, or something.

Of course, issues such as homicide should never be thrown around lightly, but this comforting thought is the only thing tiding her through the banality of peeling parchment of wallpaper and yellowing textbook pages.