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Tuesday, May 23, 2006
+ Pure genius +
COOKIE MONSTER |
ian -- [noun]: An alien 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Man... why so short?? Then again i can't help it if i'm outta this world... hhahahahahahaahhah
Back from church camp... i look forward to the impending DOTA tournament
baby-booming Broodmother
Cheers! *raises wine glass*
baby-booming BroodmotherCheers! *raises wine glass*
+ Feet in the sand again +
last week in a nutshell
Monday, rest: recovered from sunday's captains ball matches in church
Tues: DOTA, oh how i've missed you so.
wed: cycling with Phoebe, Janice, Michelle, Wei Xuan
thurs: clubbin at MOS wif nicole n some other jokers whose names i promptly forgot the next day.
Fri: fightin a sleepy haze n a slight hangover, Vesak Day i find enlightenment in canoeing and pool. We shoot the "Storm in a Fishbowl" publicity video at a local pet store.
Sat: i sleep in till 1:30pm, perhaps my internal body clock will forgive me some day.
sun: lazy sunday afternoon for once, FA cup final at night, why must Liverpool always win cup finals on penalties?
wed
the end of the East Coast Parkway
sushi, one minute its there then next minute its like... gone man...
cycling works up an appetite ok?
Fri
it was canoeing, not KTV, if u ever find me in KTV, please kill me and put me outta my misery... then try the date on 4D
some might find my T-shirt familiar. Crabbies foreva.
the day is over. i've had my famous parkway char kway teow and all is good and well in the world.
Cheers all who made this happen! *raises wine glass*
Monday, rest: recovered from sunday's captains ball matches in church
Tues: DOTA, oh how i've missed you so.
wed: cycling with Phoebe, Janice, Michelle, Wei Xuan
thurs: clubbin at MOS wif nicole n some other jokers whose names i promptly forgot the next day.
Fri: fightin a sleepy haze n a slight hangover, Vesak Day i find enlightenment in canoeing and pool. We shoot the "Storm in a Fishbowl" publicity video at a local pet store.
Sat: i sleep in till 1:30pm, perhaps my internal body clock will forgive me some day.
sun: lazy sunday afternoon for once, FA cup final at night, why must Liverpool always win cup finals on penalties?
wed
the end of the East Coast Parkway
sushi, one minute its there then next minute its like... gone man...
cycling works up an appetite ok?
Fri
it was canoeing, not KTV, if u ever find me in KTV, please kill me and put me outta my misery... then try the date on 4D
some might find my T-shirt familiar. Crabbies foreva.
the day is over. i've had my famous parkway char kway teow and all is good and well in the world.
Cheers all who made this happen! *raises wine glass*
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
+ Pool anyone? +
Pool-ed 3 times in 2 weeks.... feels like i'm back in CJ again. Of cos back then i played like a leper on LSD and it weren't a pretty sight.
Smacked balls around after church with the youth bunch, then late-nite pool with marcus n nick, then pool after an extreme session of canoeing on Vesak Day.
found this cool pic, but 9-ball was my first love. When the lucky shots counted, somehow i played better, hahahah.
When the world seems screwed up, just call some buddies and head down to a good clean pool joint. Strength vs. control, enough to keep your mind on the lighter things in life. I am a staunch proponent of pool therapy.
hmmm...i've GOT to get my hands on the pics we took canoeing/shoppin/cycling with the church youth. Glad you guys like the comics i do, the next issue promises to be better. Haiz... stress... Pushing new limits, nobody said it was easy. Can i smile without looking smug?
Shermaine is on a mission to hook me onto Copeland. The good old relaxing indie-alternative. Simple and clean. I'd say her mission is close to completion.
ever get the feeling your current life is reflected in a song? i'm feeling VERY "Bohemian Rhapsody" just about now.
Cheers all! *raises wine glass*
"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen
Words and music by freddie mercury
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
Smacked balls around after church with the youth bunch, then late-nite pool with marcus n nick, then pool after an extreme session of canoeing on Vesak Day.
found this cool pic, but 9-ball was my first love. When the lucky shots counted, somehow i played better, hahahah.
When the world seems screwed up, just call some buddies and head down to a good clean pool joint. Strength vs. control, enough to keep your mind on the lighter things in life. I am a staunch proponent of pool therapy.
hmmm...i've GOT to get my hands on the pics we took canoeing/shoppin/cycling with the church youth. Glad you guys like the comics i do, the next issue promises to be better. Haiz... stress... Pushing new limits, nobody said it was easy. Can i smile without looking smug?
Shermaine is on a mission to hook me onto Copeland. The good old relaxing indie-alternative. Simple and clean. I'd say her mission is close to completion.
ever get the feeling your current life is reflected in a song? i'm feeling VERY "Bohemian Rhapsody" just about now.
Cheers all! *raises wine glass*
"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen
Words and music by freddie mercury
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
+ So the psychedelic rhapsody plays on +
Land of nonsensical coincidences. Nicole invites me to club on 4th may, sayin she'll invite some frens. I invite Samantha, so she says she'll invite some frens. Tentative venue: Ministry of Sound.
2nd may: Nicole's frens change the date to 3rd May. So I have to inform Samantha's side. Samantha and co. can't make it. They got a fren's b'day party to attend. Bah. New tentative venue: db O.
3rd May: I'm suddenly booked by everyone. I draw comics for the church newsletter in the afternoon, cell group in the evening: we watched an inspirational movie, Miracle Worker. Directly after that, watched Mission Impossible 3, with Marcus, Nick, Jason. What a contrast to the previous movie. The first ten minutes sounded like the treble amps in the cinema mystriously died. So everythin sounded bassy and muddy. We complained, so we get the next movie free. We looked at each other and nodded in agreement, X-men 3 next! Muahahah! We love good service! Directly after that, I head down to db O. Get my senses nuked out, but not wasted. I'm concious enough to realize that there are familiar faces in the crowd. Samantha, Manwei, Huiqin, Yuka, are all here! Heck, with me n nicole, that makes half the jap TB class! Samantha and co. had their friend's b'day in db O! Crazy. Small island we live in indeed!
Cheers! *raises glass of brandy coke*
2nd may: Nicole's frens change the date to 3rd May. So I have to inform Samantha's side. Samantha and co. can't make it. They got a fren's b'day party to attend. Bah. New tentative venue: db O.
3rd May: I'm suddenly booked by everyone. I draw comics for the church newsletter in the afternoon, cell group in the evening: we watched an inspirational movie, Miracle Worker. Directly after that, watched Mission Impossible 3, with Marcus, Nick, Jason. What a contrast to the previous movie. The first ten minutes sounded like the treble amps in the cinema mystriously died. So everythin sounded bassy and muddy. We complained, so we get the next movie free. We looked at each other and nodded in agreement, X-men 3 next! Muahahah! We love good service! Directly after that, I head down to db O. Get my senses nuked out, but not wasted. I'm concious enough to realize that there are familiar faces in the crowd. Samantha, Manwei, Huiqin, Yuka, are all here! Heck, with me n nicole, that makes half the jap TB class! Samantha and co. had their friend's b'day in db O! Crazy. Small island we live in indeed!
Cheers! *raises glass of brandy coke*
+ How to tell if ian is angry +
first things first... i have no idea why i am posting this. Most ppl how know me sparingly well also know i tend to keep a cool head. Some might even question if ian even DOES get angry. Well, i'm human too ya?
This whole year has been a mistake. Not a series of mistakes, a mistake. But in God's mercy, thankfully its not been a waste. I hate waste more than i hate mistakes.
In my grand experiment i tried to use my heart more than my head this year, perhaps thats why i feel like a metal beam is stuck in my chest. Great Leap Backward. I have grown in ways unexpected. But if i knew the path was this rough, i would not have chosen it for the sake of this little self development. Bah. Haiz. Other sighing noises. They say we must be refined in the fire. But school's out, the holidays are here, the summer movies are in, somehow i don't think the fire is over yet.
God shapes us. I have asked for it. Now i cry for mercy. Respite. I can't see the end of the tunnel. I feed on vague hopes, 'cos specific hopes have blown up in my face all year.
I've always said being angry at someone affects only yourself. Action affects people. So you can imagine how pissed off i get if i get angry and can't take action. I tend to place my hand over my mouth and knit my brow, as if i've been kicked in the teeth, not slapped in the face.
If i were still in St Patrick's, i'd beat the shit outta you for sure. Seriously, for your own fucking good. Still, people and circumstance have prevented me from moving. So u live and i let live. The worst part is you don't know how or why i hate you, and this whole year i couldn't tell you, for her sake. One and a half long months it's taken me to forgive you. Now i can just wave you off as being an idiot. I turn away, thankful i don't have to deal with you anymore. Perhaps we'll cross paths again. Perhaps there'll be no one to stop me. Perhaps we'll deal with this old school style. Perhaps you'll never ever know. A voice says walk on, never look back.
Thank you Melvin, Joo Wei, Jian Hao, Johnathan, Joel, Joash, for having the time to listen to me whine. Thank you Marcus, Nick, Jason, for reminding me that life's still good. Thank you Phoebe, Janice, Rebbecca, Ben, Wei Xuan, Alvin, Joshua... all you church nutters... for unconciously never changing, keeping things real. Ahh... yes some things stay the same. Some things are real. Thank you God.
Perhaps things will get better, perhaps i will get better. *sips a gin n tonic, places hand over mouth* ....Bah. The fire's not over.
This whole year has been a mistake. Not a series of mistakes, a mistake. But in God's mercy, thankfully its not been a waste. I hate waste more than i hate mistakes.
In my grand experiment i tried to use my heart more than my head this year, perhaps thats why i feel like a metal beam is stuck in my chest. Great Leap Backward. I have grown in ways unexpected. But if i knew the path was this rough, i would not have chosen it for the sake of this little self development. Bah. Haiz. Other sighing noises. They say we must be refined in the fire. But school's out, the holidays are here, the summer movies are in, somehow i don't think the fire is over yet.
God shapes us. I have asked for it. Now i cry for mercy. Respite. I can't see the end of the tunnel. I feed on vague hopes, 'cos specific hopes have blown up in my face all year.
I've always said being angry at someone affects only yourself. Action affects people. So you can imagine how pissed off i get if i get angry and can't take action. I tend to place my hand over my mouth and knit my brow, as if i've been kicked in the teeth, not slapped in the face.
If i were still in St Patrick's, i'd beat the shit outta you for sure. Seriously, for your own fucking good. Still, people and circumstance have prevented me from moving. So u live and i let live. The worst part is you don't know how or why i hate you, and this whole year i couldn't tell you, for her sake. One and a half long months it's taken me to forgive you. Now i can just wave you off as being an idiot. I turn away, thankful i don't have to deal with you anymore. Perhaps we'll cross paths again. Perhaps there'll be no one to stop me. Perhaps we'll deal with this old school style. Perhaps you'll never ever know. A voice says walk on, never look back.
Thank you Melvin, Joo Wei, Jian Hao, Johnathan, Joel, Joash, for having the time to listen to me whine. Thank you Marcus, Nick, Jason, for reminding me that life's still good. Thank you Phoebe, Janice, Rebbecca, Ben, Wei Xuan, Alvin, Joshua... all you church nutters... for unconciously never changing, keeping things real. Ahh... yes some things stay the same. Some things are real. Thank you God.
Perhaps things will get better, perhaps i will get better. *sips a gin n tonic, places hand over mouth* ....Bah. The fire's not over.
Friday, May 05, 2006
+ Do we ever grow up? +
In the fairy tales:
Knight kills Dragon, rescues Princess.
In the rEal world:
Princess kills Knight. The Dragon has no idea its a dragon till 10 or so ppl inform it so.
Hey... U know its true.*pulls cap over eyes*
I'll sleep it off.
In the fairy tales:
Knight kills Dragon, rescues Princess.
In the rEal world:
Princess kills Knight. The Dragon has no idea its a dragon till 10 or so ppl inform it so.
Hey... U know its true.*pulls cap over eyes*
I'll sleep it off.
Monday, May 01, 2006
+ New Branch Opening +
Attention all! If you want my take on whats the best tunes to buy (or download, hahaha) you can now click on "On the Otherside" link on the background pic.
Other dumbshit media and youtube stuff will be there too. Will be updated whenever new shit can be found to replace the old.
Are u not entertained?
Cheers! *raises wine glass*
The Otherside - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
(Chorus)
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on
Chorus
Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on
Chorus
Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again
Chorus
How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever
Other dumbshit media and youtube stuff will be there too. Will be updated whenever new shit can be found to replace the old.
Are u not entertained?
Cheers! *raises wine glass*
The Otherside - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
(Chorus)
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on
Chorus
Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on
Chorus
Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again
Chorus
How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever
+ Champions... AGAIN!!!! +
Chelsea clinched the title with a 3-0 home win over Manchester United - but Wayne Rooney was carried from the pitch on a stretcher with his World Cup dreams in disarray. Goals from William Gallas, Joe Cole and Ricardo Carvalho gave Chelsea a thumping win over their nearest rivals as the Premiership trophy spends another year at Stamford Bridge.
the intensity, the passion, the pain. you wouldn't feel a THING if you just watched the highlights or read the newspapers.
Wall upon wall of players clashed and counter-attacked as if nothing else mattered. Man U played for pride, former kings of the hill, old wounded tigers fighting the inevitable. Chelsea played for glory, usurpers to the throne, intending to keep it. To vanquish their hated rivals and lift the trophy on home soil.
Gallas: a Chelsea old guardsman forced to play in left-back, considered leaving Chelsea, repays the fan support with a header and the crucial lead. 1-0
Terry: Stalwart Chelsea captain. Left writhing on the ground in agony early in the game. Rooney's studs crashed into Terry's shin as the pair challenged for a loose ball. He refused to be substituted. over his dead body. played on, thru the pain. Several times after the 60min mark he's on his knees, uncertain how far his aching leg will take him. Unbelievably, it carried him thru the full 90mins. Till he could place his hands on the trophy and lift it for all stamford bridge to see.
Rooney: ManU wonderkid. He'll keep fighting, with or without his team. As the fire left the eyes of Manchester United, people commented it was Rooney United from then on, has he picked up everyone else's slack. He picked up the ball when it spilled out of a Terry tackle on Louis Saha and accelerated clear of Terry and Ricardo Carvalho, going one on one with Petr Cech. Everyone, including me, thought the Chelsea lead was over. At the crucial moment, his shot pulled wide of goal. My sigh of relief, ManU's angish. 12 minutes from time in a fair tackle from Paulo Ferreira, Rooney tumbled awkwardly and rolled around in agony, clutching his right foot. It looked serious and he was carried off after lengthy treatment.
He was applauded by the 42000 crowd, even Chelsea fans , who were all aware of the consequences of what they had seen.
Petr Cech: Unworldly goalie, Great wall of Chelsea. Rooney smashes a sizzling low shot thru the legs of the Chelsea defense. A reaction save from Cech keeps the clean sheet.
Joe Cole: former trouble kid. Chelsea Winger with a taste for flair. Sir Alex Ferguson's team pressed hard either side of half-time but could not find a way through and Cole ended their faint hopes with a beautiful solo goal in the 61st minute.
He picked up the ball 25 yards from goal and twisted clear of Rio Ferdinand and Mikael Silvestre with a twinkle-toed trick. Cole dragged the ball quickly under the studs of one boot then the other, turned, injected a burst of pace and was away. Edwin van der Sar rushed out to narrow his options, but Cole stayed cool, slotting the ball past the big Dutchman.
He ripped off his shirt and sprinted to celebrate with Chelsea fans. They could sense the title was secure. Ref Dean booked Cole for his celebration, but nothing could dampen the mood of Chelsea fans.
When we all thought the game was done and dusted, defender Carvalho added a third when Cole's pass found him free on the edge of the area and he blasted home a right-foot shot with the composure of a striker. Salt in the wound indeed.
The Celebrations: Mourinho throws his victor's medal to the crowd, claiming he doesn't need a second one. He ditches his black scarf and dons a portugal scarf, country before club it seems. It is all too easy to dismiss Mourinho as an egomaniac, but there is always method to his madness.
See you next season. *raises wine glass*
the intensity, the passion, the pain. you wouldn't feel a THING if you just watched the highlights or read the newspapers.
Wall upon wall of players clashed and counter-attacked as if nothing else mattered. Man U played for pride, former kings of the hill, old wounded tigers fighting the inevitable. Chelsea played for glory, usurpers to the throne, intending to keep it. To vanquish their hated rivals and lift the trophy on home soil.
Gallas: a Chelsea old guardsman forced to play in left-back, considered leaving Chelsea, repays the fan support with a header and the crucial lead. 1-0
Terry: Stalwart Chelsea captain. Left writhing on the ground in agony early in the game. Rooney's studs crashed into Terry's shin as the pair challenged for a loose ball. He refused to be substituted. over his dead body. played on, thru the pain. Several times after the 60min mark he's on his knees, uncertain how far his aching leg will take him. Unbelievably, it carried him thru the full 90mins. Till he could place his hands on the trophy and lift it for all stamford bridge to see.
Rooney: ManU wonderkid. He'll keep fighting, with or without his team. As the fire left the eyes of Manchester United, people commented it was Rooney United from then on, has he picked up everyone else's slack. He picked up the ball when it spilled out of a Terry tackle on Louis Saha and accelerated clear of Terry and Ricardo Carvalho, going one on one with Petr Cech. Everyone, including me, thought the Chelsea lead was over. At the crucial moment, his shot pulled wide of goal. My sigh of relief, ManU's angish. 12 minutes from time in a fair tackle from Paulo Ferreira, Rooney tumbled awkwardly and rolled around in agony, clutching his right foot. It looked serious and he was carried off after lengthy treatment.
He was applauded by the 42000 crowd, even Chelsea fans , who were all aware of the consequences of what they had seen.
Petr Cech: Unworldly goalie, Great wall of Chelsea. Rooney smashes a sizzling low shot thru the legs of the Chelsea defense. A reaction save from Cech keeps the clean sheet.
Joe Cole: former trouble kid. Chelsea Winger with a taste for flair. Sir Alex Ferguson's team pressed hard either side of half-time but could not find a way through and Cole ended their faint hopes with a beautiful solo goal in the 61st minute.
He picked up the ball 25 yards from goal and twisted clear of Rio Ferdinand and Mikael Silvestre with a twinkle-toed trick. Cole dragged the ball quickly under the studs of one boot then the other, turned, injected a burst of pace and was away. Edwin van der Sar rushed out to narrow his options, but Cole stayed cool, slotting the ball past the big Dutchman.
He ripped off his shirt and sprinted to celebrate with Chelsea fans. They could sense the title was secure. Ref Dean booked Cole for his celebration, but nothing could dampen the mood of Chelsea fans.
When we all thought the game was done and dusted, defender Carvalho added a third when Cole's pass found him free on the edge of the area and he blasted home a right-foot shot with the composure of a striker. Salt in the wound indeed.
The Celebrations: Mourinho throws his victor's medal to the crowd, claiming he doesn't need a second one. He ditches his black scarf and dons a portugal scarf, country before club it seems. It is all too easy to dismiss Mourinho as an egomaniac, but there is always method to his madness.
See you next season. *raises wine glass*
+ Labour Day +
welcome to labour day, the exams are over. the sem is over. did my CAP score survive this? well, that remains to be seen. i feel like i've jus come outta a juicer. finally got to do some jogging. bring on the 3 months of holiday, we've been waiting for you. water the desert.
speak of the revel
cheers! *raises wine glass*
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welcome to labour day, the exams are over. the sem is over. did my CAP score survive this? well, that remains to be seen. i feel like i've jus come outta a juicer. finally got to do some jogging. bring on the 3 months of holiday, we've been waiting for you. water the desert.
speak of the revel
cheers! *raises wine glass*
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