mood super duper wooper lazy
listening to Don't know why by Norah Jones

i so cannot get my lazy bum down to studying as proper as i should. you're all most welcome to knock on Sheares Hall D506 to give me one tight wake-up smack. or tie me up onto my chairs and prop a book within my view. if you're a male and are strong (so gabe is naturally out), do haul my bed out as well. considering i just fell asleep on it a while ago.

what is the matter with me?!

what everyone needs, is a break.

and the time has again come. i cannot wait to go back to Bali... other than the fact that i haven't seen my family for a year and i would like to believe that my weetle sibs miss me. thick skin i know. hey stop throwing veg at me!

i'm seriously in no mood to write/produce/verbal vomit anything. and to think i've got literature paper on thursday. panic panic. 2 essays in 2 hours...

will have to make do with very mundane, short (and sweet. not.) , abrupt, posts.

ancient pictures are up! colours aren't v good cos i took them directly from already-printed yonks-ago photos. these were taken when i was in bali last last december.. so now you know how long i've been away from home. til then, it's EXAM TIME. how anti-climax.