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Thursday, November 09, 2006



today we decided to have lunch at SP of all places because we were famished. 'nuff said.
our journey to the foodcourt was sooooooo fun. riiight.
we proceeded to attend a talk on "Emerging Democracies & Economies of Eastern Europe" in the afternoon. it could've been in Russian, for all i care, it wouldnt have made much of a difference. but ok, i was interested for at least 25 mins if u put all the interesting bits together. what with wenwei drawing cartoons beside me and B2 giggling about random things on my left.

i look like death, and feel like it too.

it wouldnt be awfully far-fetched for me to believe that all this is being brought on by the lethal duo of school and PMS, right? these days, my sudden urges for solitude occur so abruptly that i clamour to be alone, even if its for a measly fifteen minutes. what with obsessive compulsive disorderly folk, and the tragically confused emo-trips.

i cant decide which is worse. pretending to not see someone you'd rather not acknowledge, or acknowledging them and being a hypocrite in the process. my ridiculous fixation on the most inconsequential details causes much confusion and eventually brings nothing but immense fatigue. thank god for that bundle of season 2 The 'L' Word dvds in my bag, i feel relief coming over me already.

i wish i could say more, but 'meet the fockers' is on.
you figure out the rest.

mar de sade gnarled at 1:49 AM

1:49 AM