Friday, July 29, 2005

Listening to: Miracles Happen by Myra (Princess Diaries OST)


Its a Friday, and finally this new week comes to a close. Met the last lecturer today, though I can't remember his surname, but whatever. Still trying to get over the indignance at having to carry 3 freaking books to his class, argh! Its like secondary school days all over, furthermore, said lecturer has the charisma and personality of a potato. Oh I am so looking forward to his classes, bleh. Pardon the bitchiness, but all that I'm looking for in this class is prolly the projects which seem to carry a fun potential. :) Shall not blog bout Benita's class, since I didn't go for her classes (was seeking solace in the sanctuary that is my bed) and since we had her last term, either way it prolly wasn't very interesting either.

*SILENT SCREAM IN BRAIN*

Here's the reason for my temporary cry for insanity: remember the gorgeous bouquet of roses that Justin gave me for my birthday? I treasured it like ... erm like a (?)Treasure, and when it became dry flowers I was deciding that I'll turn it to potpurri once it began to fall apart. Guess what? I walked into my house today, with a nagging feeling in my heart. The furniture had all (and by all I mean all) been re-arranged, which can only mean one thing. The matriarh of the house, otherwise known as my mother, must have went on one of her erratic spring-cleaning sprees!!!!

Thus ends the existence of the flowers. I feel so empty now. Argh...and that was my first freaking bouquet of flowers!!! That had absoulute sentimental value, and out it went into the rubbish shoot? I need a prozac, people, a headache is so on the way.

Who needs love?