Month: September 2005

  • My Humanities TA’s a bitch.
    Grrr.

  • You know what the worst feeling that you can ever endure in a friendship? Is when side 2 decides not to talk about the walls. The walls that has been invisibly built between you two, and yet it only smothers if not being taken care of. On the other hand, side 1 wants to know what is going on, why are there no communication? Why are there these walls to begin with? Afterall, it was a road to build on, and now it’s a winding road. Why? Yet side 2 remains silence and oblivious to everything.


    And then side 1 cries. What else can she do? He decides not to talk. And the silence is like the death of him.

  • I hope I don’t gain the freshman 15. I don’t plan on weighing and expanding that much more on my waistline. I want to fall asleep. Poetry can be defening sometimes. And lethal against caffeine. It can literally make you fall asleep like a baby. Too much caffeine tonight? Just read some poetry.


    It works like a charm.

  • I coughed on my essay which I triumphantly finished in time, and hoping that my deadly cough of the flu will pass on to my Russian prof which I dispise her for making me write this essay and read the Iliad. And not only so, her Russian accent makes me angry. “I VANT TOO KEEL YOU MISS” Ahh. Stress. Ahh Flem in the throat. Mmm. Yum.

  • I don’t understand my philosophy in law readings. Anybody interested in politics and would kindly volunteer to explain what the heck is the constitution of Canada to me?

  • Don’t feel like much of anything these days.

  • To my dear xangans, I know it has been awhile (2 weeks to be exact) since I last updated but I guess it’s because of the busy life that I have taken into and there’s more to come where ever it may grant me. Freshman it is, on my second day of school, I indubitably feel the stress which feels more like headaches. I can smell the coffee equate to sleepless nights and my back aches from the abundancy of textbooks, which also reminds me, I have to finish ’Iliad of Homer’ in a day or two – an essay is due on it. Bloody literature courses. Woe to me! This is the cry of a freshman chick, I can’t help but feel — totally helpless.