Currently listening to:Wannabe by spice girls

Andrea: Wait, must wait for the fan to turn this direction so my hair will fly
Me: you’re damn weird.

Ten minutes into our new semester, we had already 1. recorded a music video 2. terrorized the general public at canteen b and 3. adopted the lecturer as a pet on Facebook (under the new timeline format > new life event > pet > enter photo and details)

it is going to be a good semester

Cheshire cat worthy grin for you.

(marcus’ macbook sticker from

After an impromptu decision to interview for the senior attached position in the coming FOC, i went for dinner in chinatown with jaime, aaron (who drove), jason, ferena and mingxin (spelling?). I repeat, CHINATOWN. CHINATOWN!!!!! (add on appropriate number of exclamation marks)

man i cannot get over this


(slightly incoherent because of a general lack of sleep and being slightly dazed at the whole returning to a fixed timetable thing.)

also, heading to a movie marathon sleepover with the homegirls in approximately an hour.

feels like this is a post of a highly incoherent and rambling nature, apologize respectively. just dropped in for a holla regarding HSS BACK2SCH which is happening tomorrow, i think i meant to say It is happening and Please come but somewhere along the line i got sleepy and confused and there you go.

what i am saying is i promise more coherence the next time round. feels like i am saying this very often now, I’m sorry, also, seems like i am apologizing far too much in general, i offer you the words of elizabeth bishop in exchange; a poem i have been obsessed with over the past week, sending it to all my friends where relevant.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

One Art/ Elizabeth Bishop.

there are people knocking on my door and i must go.