Emokid_88 is back.
I haven’t blog in a while, not that twitter was any more fun. & it has lost its purpose in me.
We’re going to move to the interim building pretty much soon and this being our final week in our cosy space of lab4 it is going to be hard to bid adios to, definitely. I love the arrangement, from the people in our cluster to our own personal space to call our organised chaos. How we can just dump our labcoats anywhere and figure out come monday whose belong to whom. I like my cluster alot; dynamics always shift.
On other developments, i have this feeling nothing would change very much in spite of all the apparent activity.
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I watched karen’s 2nd favourite film of all time sometime ago and everything was like, duh. But now in retrospect I can’t help but wound up thinking like gigi. so full of shit, i know, but we’re wired this way. How can we decent human beings spend so much time second guessing and playing mind games when there’s a shitload of things to do. & it no longer fun when it starts to question your character.
I can only count on personality.
First, free spirit you annoy me. I get so down I can only listen to even i on my ipod when i walked back home from school because dashboard confessionals is so yesterday. times like this only mainstream does the works. Then you, another one. boring. And then there’s you, with silly comments. And, you’re too childish. Oh but i’m sinking in. then i’m annoyed again. i should be steely heart
they left my room, just. post steamboat party outside of my door. i was the first to relinquish my spot on the table, my stomach still queasy from all the drinks of last night.
I finally finally developed that problematic canister of what i see as hopeful film. except that. there is seemingly alot of things happening and actually nothing to me. oh well. move on, babe. be a free spirit. we had dinner at ms. some jaw dropping news. the wonders of facebook. and a kaypoh friend. ha ha. my god. thai. kid. wedding. wtf i am twenty one and making very little progress indeed.
it struck me as to how much i have evolved. and i am relieved (and not released. whats with v and s to all you tiongs)
disturbing.
oh man no YYY for me ):):): I am only a day late, dang. Seriously, its YYY over andrew bird any day. oops.
so after dinner kevin decided to come with me. kenneth and hongyi came as well. we settled at a mosquito blood donation drive. all nine of us inebriated. no, make it eight, since i was drinking on his behalf. i love the jack. uh. don’t know the songs. and my being myopic has its redeeming points.
karen slept over. oh i love sleepovers. night time makes good conversation. i recalled having cosy nightlies at joce’s long time ago. watching chick flicks and horror. and waking up to snowball staring at my face. what fright.
and such a rarity to wake up at eleven on a school day. i think we used up our last chance.
& so we disconnect.
we hit the streets with vampires and pirates prowling around with ghoulish makeup. horror not the order of the day for us. rather, we went to funan to get a d90. man. not for mine to keep. i spied the tamron 10-24mm just behind the salesman. 835$ when is it going to be mine.
we had our fair bit of art and craft making paper out of crepe paper strips and glue. colourful streaks such an eyeful. i cannot believe i am really going to print the diary. well i did. and i had some fun on monday snapping away and colouring some more afterwards. that we are going to bid lab 4 goodbye in less than a month’s time barely registered. I must take more photos.
i’ve been busy figuring out how to make a montage.
vedera’s even i gets to me. the current state of mood is verbalised within. why on earth have i allowed myself to dream like fishes.
