I'm trying to reconnect with lost friends, old acquaintances and distant rivals and enemies.

So that I can remember who they are better, what happened between us, etcetera.

I'm starting on my memoirs :)

I'm still heeeeeeeeere

I think I am going to ditch this LJ. I think I will just post more over at my blog @ basementcoder.com instead. What little I post here anyway seems to just get glossed over.

So yeah. I won't cancel it, i'll just let it rot.

O que é isso?
O que é isso?
O que é isso?
O que é isso?

Um quebra-cabeça
É todo saber
Um nunca me esqueça
Um ser ou não ser

Palavra cruzada
Um bem contra o mal
Tônica trocada
Um não ter final

Uma encruzilhada
Uma quase morte
Um monte de nada
Ou falta de sorte

Um sonho confuso
Tv desligada
Brinquedo sem uso
Memória apagada

I'M BACK IN THE UK.

FULL INFO & PICTURES SOOOOOOOOON.

I'm sitting here, in the Costa Coffee in Terminal 4, updating my journal~

Airport is fun, if busy. Overpriced sandwiches are a Go. So is BTopenzone intarwebs. :x

In 10-ish hours time, I will hopefully be in the arms of my lovely cookiebus.

I am amazingly excited.

Airports ruuuule. :3

Though would rule harder if they had airships.

I love Chris Moyles.

And a new userpic thanks to dragonrift. It's my gecko, Sequel.

So there's this local kid right? Dad occasionally gives him a smoke, but he has his habit of hammering on the door, at like 8pm, usually waking me up.

So.. today he does it. I go down, answer it. See it's him and close the door.
A minute later, he does it again, so I go downstairs and fill a glass with water.
He goes, "Is your dad there?"
I go, "You look like you're on fire mate" and throw the water over him, then slam the door.

I feel liberated and scared. It's the first time, ever, I have gotten my own back, on anyone (Actually physically).

:x