Sunday, February 04, 2007

mabel ng's concert at victoria concert hall. the three roses are awfully pretty, and i felt a funny sense of superiority when i held them close walking in raffles city with the rest of the errm, flower-less people. haha. but of course, there's always the nagging thought that it was i who bought them, and ill have to be passing it over to mab later. just allowing myself some moments of delusion.

mabel and her huge gift of flowers from just about everyone. there must be about ten bouquets, (with some pooey-smelling ones. wahha) i'll be feeling like a little princess that night if i were her.

and representing the MRDJ. two of us, but the three roses stood for me, ros and DIANA. see, u're always thought of. heh.

vivocity on some random school day. sometimes spontaneous dates after school are lifesavers, the lone silver lining in an otherwise grey day.

the angmoh kid looked MUCH cuter on the real biscuit wrapper, check it out in Candy Empire.

all these seemed, ok are, taken from some time ago, and i don't know why i'm bothering. pretty much for the sake of being updated hur.

anyway i feel very much overwhelmed whenever i let my otherwise lazy brain wander to ALL my one and a half month's worth of undone readings for all six modules. wondrous discipline. HOWW??!?! the scv's killing me. (and my CAP) please ask me out on study dates, anyone.

also, im looking ahead to a very bleak future of many many projects. let me see, there are Japanese Studies, Interactive Media, South Asia Studies, Computing. an interesting mix of subjects to delve into, but when academic results are involved.. this is not going to be a pretty term. shitt.
i'm getting to know so many new people that i can hardly keep track of who they are anymore. just that day i spent one entire bus journey racking my brains over where i've met the girl in front of me before, and it only hit me over dinner. conversations start with "hi, errm what's your name again?" more often than i would like them to. it would help if all these new acquaintances translate to friends though.

too often, i sit in the lecture theater dreaming that you all were right next to me, and we'll be scrawling dumb notes to each other. comforting thoughts, cruel to break free from when you face the sea of unfamiliar strangers in reality.

can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:14 PM.