the past week had been quite a blast. met up with bunches of folks - it was good fun catching up, telling tales or just plain chilling. i wished the sun was stronger then. where there were signs that i had been tanning, they were uneven. otherwise you couldnt even tell. bummer. this delicious ramen place at central. it's good stuff i tell you, who else spots only a mere 3 item menu in a restaurant, and still sell out fast. my stomach rumbles as i type this. then there was dinner. and more dinner. oh and i finished quite a whole 3 person portion choc fondue on my own. it was just Ahhhhhhhh. FATTENING. O_O

so the weekend came and a bit of stuff was worked off at some CC playing some form of racket sport where the (jedi, or sth along those lines, i bet) point system was way cool at 100,000 points for brilliant trick shots and negative points rewarded for multiple stupedities made on court. Finally after driving from spot to spot found a place to shower and freshen up, only to be greeted with fresh grime and sweat from trying to pick up a new moves at an outdoor workshop which didnt quite work out anyways. But all in all, it was fun.

So fun, that when this week came, it was somewhat lacklustre. usual. boring.

lablablablablablablablablab. RAWR. record time of 9pm, rain pelted onto the roof of that eerie place, thunderbolts crashing in the near distant. not funny being alone at such a place and time.

so with round two of midterms coming up real soon, it was decided that i should be hardworking. so i finally made it to class in the morning, met the lecturer of this particular course for the first time this semester. He stared immensely intensely. Then, I knew i shouldnt have done it - Stood outside class for 3 mins, pondering if i should go into class 30 mins late. For the record, 33mins in all.

so the new lifestyle didnt quite sit in. disaster on day one. 1248am now, and i'm still typing away here. Another class at that inhuman time tm. We learn from history so as not to be shocked when the same thing happens again. The heart has been seasoned. What will be, will be. Que sara sara....

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wishes for snow....
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