an update of sorts
am currently on break in a 4 hour long IT class - dear god, help - for the politic data analysis project that everyone has to do. Only saving grace is that sheryl is here too: to converse in thick singlish with; to point out hot asian guys in the next row to me etc
i hate IT rooms/compute rooms in general. they always have the same whitewashed. zen decor, with the rows of identical terminals and rows of identical chairs set off (so depressingly) by the fluorescent tubes. so lifeless and characterless. which is why i love oxford - you hardly find places like this. in the olden days they used to put effort into architecture and decor - all the carvings and whatnot. now it's like a factory assembly line of glass/metal/concrete. and flurorescent is such unflattering lighting as well.
today's chu er! there was an OUMSSA cny reunion dinner on saturday night, which was fun because of the food (despite the endless waiting and the disgusting gooed together wantons), and the company. then we all trooped (or, coerced by me) over to the teddy hall bop. by the time i got in there everyone was completely off their faces and everywhere i went there were these drunk people tottering around going 'RACHEL!!!' followed by excessive-kiss-and-hug and a slurred 'do you like my costume?! [insert name] pulled [insert name(s)], can you believe it!!'. it was hilarious though. never really saw drunken teenagers so clearly from this side of sobriety before.
then there was the post-bop fall-out, which consisted of one dush in my bed because some girl he brought back vomitted in his (hah! the perils of being a sexual predator), rachel harris and vicki filling me in on all the goss until 4am, and rosy talking at me in a freak-out at 6 in the morning, while i mumbled assurances and dush growled at the disturbance. ahh, good times.
I can't decide if life is too boring or too exciting. there's so much drama, but it's never the drama I want, it's always painful shitty drama that makes you want to disappear. and last night we were sitting around talking about how we're gonna waste our uni lives sitting around talking, instead of doing exciting amazing oxford things like save lives or build houses for the poor, or just be one of those slutty girls who do one night stands.
but there's no time or resolve for the former, and too much self-respect for the latter. so we just sit around talking about sitting around talking... then vicki brings up the fact that we are so blessed, and for a while we are quiet. Then someone else reminds us that the college is indulging in some stupid anonymous roses in the pidgeonhole fun on valentine's day, and the thought of getting no roses horrifies all of us at the same time, aaaand we're back to wallowing in self-pity.
i hate IT rooms/compute rooms in general. they always have the same whitewashed. zen decor, with the rows of identical terminals and rows of identical chairs set off (so depressingly) by the fluorescent tubes. so lifeless and characterless. which is why i love oxford - you hardly find places like this. in the olden days they used to put effort into architecture and decor - all the carvings and whatnot. now it's like a factory assembly line of glass/metal/concrete. and flurorescent is such unflattering lighting as well.
today's chu er! there was an OUMSSA cny reunion dinner on saturday night, which was fun because of the food (despite the endless waiting and the disgusting gooed together wantons), and the company. then we all trooped (or, coerced by me) over to the teddy hall bop. by the time i got in there everyone was completely off their faces and everywhere i went there were these drunk people tottering around going 'RACHEL!!!' followed by excessive-kiss-and-hug and a slurred 'do you like my costume?! [insert name] pulled [insert name(s)], can you believe it!!'. it was hilarious though. never really saw drunken teenagers so clearly from this side of sobriety before.
then there was the post-bop fall-out, which consisted of one dush in my bed because some girl he brought back vomitted in his (hah! the perils of being a sexual predator), rachel harris and vicki filling me in on all the goss until 4am, and rosy talking at me in a freak-out at 6 in the morning, while i mumbled assurances and dush growled at the disturbance. ahh, good times.
I can't decide if life is too boring or too exciting. there's so much drama, but it's never the drama I want, it's always painful shitty drama that makes you want to disappear. and last night we were sitting around talking about how we're gonna waste our uni lives sitting around talking, instead of doing exciting amazing oxford things like save lives or build houses for the poor, or just be one of those slutty girls who do one night stands.
but there's no time or resolve for the former, and too much self-respect for the latter. so we just sit around talking about sitting around talking... then vicki brings up the fact that we are so blessed, and for a while we are quiet. Then someone else reminds us that the college is indulging in some stupid anonymous roses in the pidgeonhole fun on valentine's day, and the thought of getting no roses horrifies all of us at the same time, aaaand we're back to wallowing in self-pity.
Was putting on my toner today, and had a flashback abt the time i showed u e cotton wool aft i cleaned off my mud facial mask, and told u it was all the dirt on my face and u were like "what?! eeeyerr!!" Hahaha loser. suddenly kinda miss having u around to talk cok with and to irritate..and to bitch abt tv shows and btw today dad made me miss America's next top model to watch I Not Stupid II with him!
Posted by
R |
10:11 AM
is it not a reflection of your personal hygiene that i could conceive of all that dirt coming from your face? haha. and, there's an I Not Stupid II? dear god, save us from jack neo. miss ya too xx
Posted by
chang! |
1:04 PM