Saturday, July 29, 2006
came to fill up the void. i got too carried away with ignoring this blog.
many happenings, and many a times i've just been too stoned, to just, write.
university is a nightmare for un-independents. and i wouldnt be one of them. Fac of Arts and Soc. Sciences is just robbing every freshie of their sanity, with us having to make sense of the many abbreviations thrown around (GEMs, SS, what have you.) and to pick our modules and make sure the examination dates dont clash, and to plan a timetable for ourselves. smells like stinking freedom. and dollops of responsiblity thrown in, coz i'm like this (thumb and forefinger spaced slight apart) close to screwing up my future.
Gee, this seems eons ago. It was Shuying's birthday, and most of the 4G girls reunited for a bash at Fish&Co Glasshouse. There's a photo with this stranger boy at the end, he was 'employed' from another table to deliver a rose to the birthday girl. And my, was the birthday girl pleased. HEE.
okay im running late for the class dinner. adios.
many happenings, and many a times i've just been too stoned, to just, write.
university is a nightmare for un-independents. and i wouldnt be one of them. Fac of Arts and Soc. Sciences is just robbing every freshie of their sanity, with us having to make sense of the many abbreviations thrown around (GEMs, SS, what have you.) and to pick our modules and make sure the examination dates dont clash, and to plan a timetable for ourselves. smells like stinking freedom. and dollops of responsiblity thrown in, coz i'm like this (thumb and forefinger spaced slight apart) close to screwing up my future.
Gee, this seems eons ago. It was Shuying's birthday, and most of the 4G girls reunited for a bash at Fish&Co Glasshouse. There's a photo with this stranger boy at the end, he was 'employed' from another table to deliver a rose to the birthday girl. And my, was the birthday girl pleased. HEE.
okay im running late for the class dinner. adios.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 1:27 PM.
