MY PLAYGROUND

INTENSE

Fri, 27 Jan 2017 00:30:24 GMT

You know how you're not really angry but you can't think and ignore nice things and get a tiny bit hungry even though you're not hungry?
That's me now. Gently chewing on wiring and intently staring in front. Letting the night meal ideas roll on my mind instead of writing what I'd get assigned.
Too bad the nearest cold and dark forest is two highways away.
But okay, I'll try to do with food and music. Even if I've not hit anyone or ran for so long...
Come on, let me at least "decorate" my room.

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Thu, 26 Jan 2017 20:03:38 GMT

Who am I? Maybe I want to know. Maybe that's why we make journals.
In any case, I should start right off the beginning.

Maybe it's just because I type a lot and don't have much else to do (in the end, I'm a very human beast, right).

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What I need to live:

Wed, 25 Jan 2017 14:57:21 GMT

rock
my territory
silence and peace
rice => good rice cooker
whiteboard
paper
things you can write with
KBS World
sleep
the right kind of colours
the sound of stopwatch
Leszi & Dwarfess
good immediate heat control
to create things
good assortment of pills
japanese
certainty
records
icecream

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and what would be nice:

children
romantic love
at least some basic go
silk
hair
nice cute little humble home bar
work [not job]
at least once a week meat
better stove
managing Sara, Eeva and new and old friends
fish, spider or parrot
not having to act normal so much
some DVDs (B-R/VHS; VHS player)
more/own vinyls and CDs
to learn to use cassettes
oldish pc
guests & being able to take care of them
not ever getting "sick-sick" again
forgetting death
moving about
art
the world to be better
driver's license => biking

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Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:36:04 GMT

Wow. Cooking dinner equals death.
I made curry rice (not even from scratch), except for looking up instructions and having some white meat foremeal (none of the three real words satisfied me..) - few bites, I started cooking after waking up. And still, prep and three plates later, I'm beat.
- The bar's juiced out, head spinning (okay, the level of spice wasn't helpful), paws useless and I went to the keyboard to hit 'regeneration'.
I'm so glad my working space is set up arm's length from the floor and 0 cm from the bedding.
Bless me for not buying a bed..! Anyway: TMGE and adult curry, hooray. Nevermind mind and body. As long as the clothes are comfy...

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I kind of wonder why I named myself Yu1n Ha. Of all things. ...I guess I do need a name, and not the one ma gave me; if only because I'm not a character from a romantic novel.
How long will this one last, I wonder?

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on acts

Tue, 24 Jan 2017 00:48:38 GMT

I've a problem. Through getting lost in time by sickness I already managed to rebuild my ability

to pretend, in manners, but I cannot regain my eyes - by seeing actors and persons, I became all

too human: except for the eyes. I can't make them stop looking uniformly like dead Mr. fish's! I

can't even move people by my stare (as I used to basically involuntarily), let alone show emotion.

True, it hinders living, but it's more about my pride... The incompleteness is my problem.

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