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Monday, March 24, 2008
i really shouldnt be blogging now.
just want to COMPLAIN. and BITCh. and GROUch. and WHINE. pls excuse the incoherence, i'm absolutely exhausted.
just got back from project work in school. imagine that. and today's a sunday. yeah so we spent like 6 hrs editing the report.. 1st hour: very serious work. absolute nit-picking down to the last comma out of place. 2nd hour: still relatively serious. but started to munch on tidbits LUCKILY nick brought. we girls start to drift off topic. 3rd hour: weird.. but seem to be getting hungrier. now the guys going off topic as well. still valiantly pressing on (well we dont have much of a choice being very last min ppl -_-). words seem to be getting... ...uh. squigglier 4th hour: morale is low. hardly any conversation. some start to manifest their weird coping mechanisms. 5th hour: surprise visit by lloyd! with snacks for all the prisoners of war. thankfully. supplies are depleted within minutes. 6th hour:sugar rush kicks in!!! suddenly in very ticklish mood (so you can imagine the laughing fits. even the table seemed funny la) , everyone basically giggling at... . hmmm.what were we supposed to be laughing at again? hahahaa :D so obviously no productive work done. end of project. and really, just at the absolute end of whatever sanity's left.
yeah. that concludes the last hours of my hell weekedn, the prelude to my hell week(s) up ahead. we were just saying we couldnt WAIT to start studying. how ironic. biz ppl would obviously understand tho i think everyone's had to suffer some of this torture at some point.
anyhows be strong everyone!! "whatever doesnt kill you, only makes you stranger" and strange ppl are interesting ppl.
this my loves, is about as straange as it gets. woohoo.
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â¦I dig my toes into the sand/ The ocean looks like/ A thousand diamonds/ Strewn across a blue blanket/ I lean against the wind/ Pretend that I am weightless/ And in this moment I am happy, happy// I lay my head onto the sand/ The sky resembles a backlit canopy/ With holes punched in it/ I'm counting UFOs/ I signal them with my lighter/ And in this moment I am happy, happy//
I, wish you were here/ I, wish you were here/ I, wish you were here/ Wish you were here
The world's a rollercoaster/ And I am not strapped in/ Maybe I should hold with care/ While my hands are busy in the airâ¦.