third time in two days that i am watching coach carter.

sam jackson hurrah!!!! what a beautiful chocolate man i say.

hurhur.

been a fulfiling couple of days. yay for the pick-me-ups in life yes?

queensway.ikea.summeroflove.

good stuff, but i am so going to pay dearly for it academically.

oops.

heh just back from supporting miss seoh at the rh musical with fi.

ricardo reminded self of fei xiang's character in cabaret. (fei xiang! fei xiang! *cue auntie-ish squealing*)

hurhur i heart old man fei so much i even got his cd ok! in chinese no less!

whooohooo.

anyways i heart you fi! (and dont bluff, i know you're prob reading this lor, and grinning smugly i bet)

and talking to you always makes me happy. (eeeeeee so mushyyyy.. hoohoohoo)

so much truth in that t-shirt analogy. my (poor albeit very earnest) attempt to paraphrase,

'there's this t-shirt you really like, that no matter what you wear it with, it always makes you look good. but then suddenly one day you realise the t-shirt doesnt fit so good anymore. like maybe it starts to sag at the chest area or something. whatever the case, there are flaws where there werent before. you wanna throw the t-shirt away but you cant. cos it was your favourite. so you hang on, wondering if it was maybe you who changed, or the t-shirt. still, the realisation exists that it just doesnt fit right anymore.'

anyways t-shirt or not, i am going to DIE.

2 essays and a report due all on fridayyy.

not to mention a presentation on tuesday.

thus i shall have to struggle through jude the obscure.

quite akin to the struggles of the irish im sure.

doris the laptop (that bitch!) had to choose now to crash on me somemore.

barely a month after i got her serviced. high maintenance i call it.

this is the last time i name my belongings after a female. hurhur.

hurhur. u2 was accompanying me whilst i read about irish political turmoil for my gross lit test.

now everybody go download sunday bloody sunday!

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

ok im off to tackle jude. (oh my dreary existence!)

btw for my half k: i miss you tooooo! seeing you just made even clearer what i already know.. haha! that you're the only one who will crack up at my lame-ass jokes! (although i maintain my stance that they are actually subtly clever =P) i heart you dearest!