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pop ya coller. as usual. that show leaves me with a sinking empty feeling. ch 55. 8pm. jing pai bing ren. damn gosh. i hope gao fei and ling hu xi get it going soon. pains me to see how they care about everysinglebloody thing about each other and yet unable to show it. dammit. it gives me a feeling of being prisonised. is there such a word? school, is getting very... schoolish. sharon called but i missed it cos i was watching tv. so it probably she's back in sg. juliet claims she is in my class cos she is taking the same elective but i doubt so because the name list suspiciously dont contain her name. yet i cannot be sure. then again, juliet is still stuck in vietnam cos she is sick. :s i realised i cannot do somethings simply because i want to. there are other people's emotions and feelings i am playing about. so i took the most logical route. i cannot do this anymore. this flight and fleet thing aint my thang no more. then again, it wasnt that i didnt know. its was more of the laid back and heck care attitude. no wonder eve didnt get it on with andry. after a while, you just switch off and let it be. human nature. leave it to hoz to call me from chicargo to tell me that. thanks babe. tell damien i love him too. (: went shopping with eve today. and i came across a good book. then again, its gender studies. so i dont believe anybody would be interested anyway. aww, then again. i need to buy 1) lipstick chronicles book 2 2) trust fund boys by rob byrnes 3) love in another time. (i am not sure if i got the title right.) i read .. you cant count it as read. more like flip, read, flip read. its title Both . yet another gender studies. about rupert and dwight. gay men born at my grandma's generation. but it is not focused on being gay or sex lives. its more about life. how we allow things to slide and happen and not do anything about it. how we are pushed by the environment circumstances to board on a different path. far different from what path we would choose by ourselves and paths that we are allowed to take. how because of the older generation's insistance things happen. how we are affected by disease or habit inheritance. scary, sad and true. reading is good. its fun. and whats even better is it, one of the story books i am reading now actually restored my faith in the conjunction of x and y chromosomes. i dont know if you understand what i am actually talking about. to put it crudely and simple, straight sex. as i expected i got mr tee for my accounts. and godblessme. i hope francis tan for tomorrow. at least he's funny enough to stretch me for two months. before i face my new econs and MARKETING lect. sick ass. although i dont like don's mud voice but i heard he is quite a good lect. very good in one fact. so i dont mind. or rather, i yearn for him. since he's good, then why not? and i am looking for this particular song. steph.. this is your job.. its a french ... ermms... you can classify it as a champ elyseese cafe genre. where you sit at any cafe in champ elyseese and listen to french cafe songs. haha. title : The promise by: cassiopee anyway. i like pharrel. i really do. mtv did a short clip on him and his works. i am surprised at his acheivements. he is involve in so many things, yet everyone of them successful and he is still doing a lot of his own and other people's things. this is what i call grooveh. he's good. very good indeed. if you cant spot him in other mtvs, there is one you wont miss (besides his own band n.e.r.d mtvs) Justin timberlake's senorita. he's the drummer and all the voices. aye. ok. i need to sleep. pray to God i dont get nightmares again. i cant stand it. my first ever bad nightmare that i woke with breathing problems. damn. 2:13 am powered by blogger |
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