cat got my tongue.

lost my train of thoughts.



im losing track of what im doing lately. it's not as if i ever was much in track with myself, but lately this problem seems to have gotten worse...
evidence includes bidding 4 1-point modules this sem, including a level 2000 module for soci[pinch me someone pinch me] and level 3000 module for psych [slap me someone slap me], and bidding 200 odd for a level 2000 GEM module called art and philo...

its the kind of dazed feeling where you feel numb and you re not sure whether you re even feeling anything and everything seems surreal and its almost like you re caught in a warp and you dont know where time is slipping

another does of your average incoherent-long-mundane-insignificant-wenlin-style sentences


i kind of idolize my roomie.
its like this shining aura/halo thing that surrounds her/circles her head
she has this uber-coolness about her...
its her disposition. she can carry stuff i could never pull off.
yeah, thats where i always wanted to be.

cool. like, uber cool.


just ranting randomly... rambling on and on and raving about my roommate
complaining about my weird modules


i could be nice and sweet and cute and bubbly and fluffy and nice [ i used nice twice, i know]
but i could never have shining watery puppy-dog eyes [my misfortune, or my good luck?]
i could be cool and punk and rock and suave and kooky
but i could never really carry that off

maybe a little bohmo, maybe a little aloof, a lot of cool, a lot of attitude, a lot of lameness
lots of mundane, insignificant, blabbering nonsense
a lot of incoherence, irrelevance;
but thats it.



sometimes you try too hard to change things that you know dont really mean that much.
you know they cant be changed; maybe they re not meant to be changed anyway
but you still try, maybe in vain

we should all just try to love ourselves more. because in the end
when all the people in the world die
what really matters is ourselves
[thats a crooked line of thought but it works anyway.
at least in my eskewed mind. *smirk*]


oh, i havent gotten to use him yet. its so sad to see him sitting in a corner of my room.
i was so delighted when i heard sounds of thunder today
the sweet, sweet, gentle drizzles of rain

alas, happiness was short-lived.
by early noon, sharp rays of sun shot through my blinds.
and he's still sitting there unused.

tommorow's coming [oh no, its already today! *mock horror*]
but i still dont want to say goodbye to yesterday...
my roomie likes norah jones ....
*mouth curls like a cheshire cat*

all i can say is,
good taste