<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/6955867553245531441?origin\x3dhttp://burnpyreburn.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

and hell freezes. @ 11:57 AM

taptap sound.
"knock knock"
"who's there?"
"jen!"
"jen who?"
"jen I fucking hate knock knock jokes."


if you haven't already heard, the massive trail of destruction left in the wake of the victorian bushfires released enough smoke into the atmosphere to completely obscure my view of the city from my apartment.
killed over 180 people in one day.
who needs nuclear weapons anymore?

the worst part of the whole matter is that half of the fires were caused by arson.

whatever shark attacks, humans are our own worst enemies.


I having to think about which universities to apply to.

welcome

priya!
a little bit gr33kish, off the beaten road.
falls through every promise and kisses every toad.
always on the wrong end of the rainbow.

exits

catherine
samantha
krissy
pathma
neesha
tash
paikhwa
serena
ann nie
weiyun

archives

November 2008, December 2008, January 2009, February 2009, March 2009, April 2009, May 2009, June 2009, July 2009, August 2009, September 2009, October 2009, November 2009, December 2009,

layout

Designer: infravermelho
Codes: mannequin}