im convinced that my not studying oral patho would not have repercussions. because from my room ive been feeling tremors so i think an earthquake is on the way and i would much prefer to spend my final moments doing everything else instead. but if it turned out that someone is simply rearranging furniture then im screwed.

oh well, to hell with mcq anyway. im lousy with tikam.

ALL IS LOVE

i imagine i would desert this blog in a not too far distant future. with the advent of twitter, tumblr whatnots suddenly it’s such a chore to post.

today the cosmic forces aligned themselves in the most favourable arrangement that everything went pretty smoothly for me. or maybe it’s the coffee i’ve been abstaining for a while that coats my coloured lens. suddenly everything is worth laughing, everyone a good friend.

in any case, i just want to post today because there is this lovely song which can only be described by one word and that is brimming. screechy voices and sometimes parts that makes u want to giggle apart, it is so overwhelming with hope, happiness and carefree innocence. But nope. not going to catch Where The Wild Things Are.

I so love the hilarious ONE TWO READY GO! with exclamation mark too! and by karen o whattttt. funny spin.

1, 2 ready, go!!
Grow some big feet, holes in history
Is where you’ll find me, is where you’ll find
All is Love, is love, is love, is love

L.O.V.E, it’s a mystery
Where you’ll find me, where you’ll find
All is Love, is love, is love, is love

im having pockets burned. wesc bongo check. rainbow v uws check. fred perry bag check. online shopping the death of me. certainly. oh and there’s peterson but i suppose that doesn’t count. so this means i’ll be nibbling paper next week. and finally im gna upgrade from shuffle! what a short transition period it has been. oh well i suppose i might find an use for the shuffle if i step out onto the tracks. this being forward looking rather than investing in the 3rd gen itouch so totally not worth it. it almost had them. what rubbish. nano has but not itouch? not gna repeat the mistake of going vintage.

dnr was at carls junior, the furthest i have stepped out on a school week. amusing. and i think i need to accumulate good  karma real soon. shit has been landing within my radius. ok maybe not shit, but not gold either.

with air tickets’ plummeting cost, the carrot is gone. op test is coming up and i have a foreboding ill omen this.

funny what vested interest makes u do.

srsly wants this

what a nap. slept through an openhouse party, my friend’s party and another appointment. today’s got to be the most uneventful of all.

i finally figured. it was viva forever spliced in. my keen ears for spice girls hasn’t failed me.

hate summer

(500) days of tom.

do i love ridge view.

we all became converts in the arrangement of shape and space, taking reference from shy’s former grand plan. suddenly my room felt like it grew sq ft all round.

 

& after some indecisive back & forth thinking I finally got the shuffle. well. i have nothing to listen while waiting for itouch. and being a purist, phone should only do calls, camera should only do shoots.

this week i had dinner every night. not that i skipped. i had dinner with people.

my offering is idiot proof pasta with yummy addictive sauce.

please send me a heart that is made of cement

when lenin was little
all the birds in the boat were singing “man this is it”
now that he’s older
all the sailors in heaven are singing up and shit

we’re balmy

We’re looking for something.

I don’t know. not + not 3 what is.

names. names. names

e learning week transported us to days of being a freshie. we had long breaks, though we spent it quite differently as we would have. on urop, of course. now that we want to run the full distance. hope none of us regret this moment of zealous vigour in time to come. so now we’re acquainted with more names, identified by the dentition they have, referring to them like old friends not met for a long time. it’s amusing.

lunch at science, and we weren’t alone. told you we were feeling like year ones again. stupid long queues and so-so fare made me remembered my lost appetite. clinics! uh the perils of being monolingual.if only i am telekinetic. tongue would have nothing on me.

talk about private space. well i had dinner.

in a state of non-activity i.