things have been breezing past me, everyone moving on, while i've been moving along, slowly, though rather steadily, sometimes wondering what the hell is happening...

an update on the not-so-significant happenings...
my father is officially a straight A masters student. he just got back his report card for this semester, which also happens to be his last. He's dreading returning to school to teach and do all the sai kang and shit like im dreading finding/not-finding a job [its a goodnews/badnews situation rolled up into one]
i reckon he's secretly rather miffed by the 2 A minuses on this sem's card despite the other 2 A pluses. thats cause A is max 5.0 already, so A+ is still 5.0 while 4.5 so it means he doesnt have a perfect score anymore, HAHAHA *evil laughter echoes*

its so hard to live up to being his daughter.
im not even a weak specimen of an imitation. chip off the ol' block. whatever.

other more exciting things,
omedeto, to a really ol' man i know, dear lao da, congratulations on getting off the shelf, AHAHHAHA =D you're no longer left on the shelf haha =)



i'm thinking about somethings.
like how extra time changes people. and holidays too.

like really a lot...


this is will be my last official weekend in total la dolce fa niete...
feeling like there's not enough of this yasashii jikan...sigh.

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the tourney's been delayed.
im half relieved, because it seems im not prepared, both physically and mentally.

nothing beats the feeling of adrenaline pumping in my veins...
the rush of blood to my head, my muscles contracting, my aveoli [pardon me if that's spelt incorrectly] facilitating the exchange of 02 into my lungs...

dancing is so good, it almost beats drawing.
the best thing is when nobody is around, when you move, for yourself, on yourself; the music pulsating through your veins, the melody throbbing in your ears...
dancing is the best and only perk of clubbing, i should think.
drinks only facilitate the dancing. and of course i do find it amusing to see the occasional looks of surprise and recognition when you start to dance.

never mind that looks arent the actual deal.
dancing should always be a self-satisfying activity.
i perform, only for myself.

but nothing beats drawing of course.
its the most self-gratifying, satisfying, egocentric, indulgent activity ever to come into human existence...


i always believe there is a space, a space for art, for creativity, that should never be surrendered to anyone, any parent, peer, teacher, whatever, under whatever circumstances, because this is something private that should belong to yourself, and this should never be killed...

which is why sometimes i find i am reluctant to correct the children at hans art sometimes when they are drawing... or painting... in art, everything is what you believe it is.

went to amk this week because they were short. met iris [who is such a cute person,=)] and 'uncle' mike. it's funny how the children call him uncle since he looks not a day older than me... well. its really amusing that nakai teaches him as well... im missing nakai. his semi-otaku-ish face and deadpan-nazel-droning-on-and-on voice during class and his secret amused giggles to himself when the class makes absurd jokes and mistakes. qiuping must be having a good time.. sigh...


met not-so-lousy senpai last last practice after quite sometime.
[ok i know that sentence doesnt cut it as grammatically coherent but im too lazy to bother its exactly what you think it is] she looks good, and congrats to managing to sell off your bogu at cost price to jiawei, haha, though i must say its great that is a snug fit...




i'm wondering what to do now. hmmm.