what’s playing:: Motteke Sailor Fuku – Aya Hirano
moodflash::
muggerish
I think I am fit to be a relationship guru now that I have swallowed the book of Intimate Relations. Now all I’m hoping for is to remember all I have read, for Tuesday, 1700 hours. I foresee that the next three days will whizz past me like nobody’s business.
Dammit! I also want to finish exams early like Sheere! Where got people finish exams the same week it starts one?
GROWL.
It’s been an interesting pre-exam week, with S. crashing over to squat in my room for a couple of weeks. Don’t belief me when I say she squats? Here’s undeniable proof.

Hur. Hur. Hur.
It’s not my room, but still! 
With Laine and Sheere in hall being noisy lively mugging companions, I think this few weeks have been anything but boring. Seeing their exceedingly tak-glam sides was especially amusing, and altogether a thankful break from the quotidance of mugging for The Dreaded Exams.
I kept feeding Sheere, Laine was comic relief, and Sheere proved a pressure as she sat in a corner trying to ignore the inanity of Laine and I, trying to memorise her arousing psychology notes.
And one by one, we all K.O.-ed like falling domino tiles.

Our resident sleeping beauty.
The past weeks have been a mad feast of sorts. With incessant snacking just to keep awake and swallow theories by the alphabets, I think the supermarket became my best friend.

Even my gummy bear got all hot and bothered when he read my notes! And then I ate him up – the unsuspecting morsel.

And in an attempt to nudge Sheere on her way to becoming a best-selling author by compiling a book of Laine’s Spasticity…

Most journalists snap pictures of beggars. Our future potential journalist here snaps a picture of a wannabe-beggar who sits pitifully on the floor, wrapped up in her jacket – hood and all. Ah, society’s woes!

Ohohohohoho. 
We’ve been camping out at the benches, so much so that Laine has affectionately coded it as our Secret Place.

So much so that we got annoyed when this feller told us “Ladies, could you keep it … Low.” 15 minutes after that, Laine was still fuming, But ah wells, what’s a girl got to do nowadays to let out a hearty belly-laugh and indulge in drama retelling?
In any case, I really like studying at this place. Sure it’s a lil lonely by oneself, but the breeze can get so comfortable that one would drift to sleep, undisturbed. Which I did, one and a half hours before the Sensibility and Romanticism paper.

I can’t wait for the exams to end, so that I can indulge in my horde of animes yet unwatched. What remarkable self-restraint.
I can’t belief that one of the MSU’07 top three looks like a transvestite. While the winner and runner-up looks good, I am totally flipped at how the tranny-lookalike got in. Judges, are Blind. Period. I think I just dig chicks with seductive bright eyes, hot bod, a vivacious smile, short edgy crop, and a sassy attitude to boot. Why do some people have all the luck?
It’s been quite a good weekend, studying notwithstanding. Somehow, I know just who to thank for that. 

I love you baby. For everything.
♥
[back to the books!]