Yee: Ch8 show is damn cheesy
Yee: The guy call the girl chawanmushi
Yee: The fuck?
Yee: I call bf err gyoza
Dydydy: Gf is xxl chicken
I hate public holidays
I can’t be out celebrating. Everything in school is closed/closing early. I need a sewing kit, more coffee, tissues, correction tape refils, bananas. Nowhere to be found. I’m not done studying. I’m going to die of hunger here. In this room. In this isolated island. You know what is ironic? Studying about tourism. I’ll be flying off in… 4 days. In between today,...
On the car ride back to hall, the radio was playing 我想我可以習慣一個人生活 (I think I can get used to living alone). How apt, because my roommate has just moved out, leaving me, the room, and my statistics notes. Hello lonesome night, it’s just me and you now.
Just paid off my credit card bills. God, I’m poor. On a lighter note though (erhem, pun intended), I’ve lost some weight and can now fit into two pairs of shorts that were too small before… That means MORE CLOTHES! Now I really need to study for stats.
I have a secret stash of pills
I have a secret stash of pills. They give rest when my mind is on a marathon. They taste like cherry, are designed to dissolve in the heat from under your tongue. Today, shaking the bottle of said pills before popping one into my mouth, I realized I am running out. I imagine myself to be consuming the blood of another, one who just ingested the said miracle substance, Limitless-style, the day...
Celebrated my birthday with my boyfriend in a rather authentic Japanese restaurant with those hole-in-the-ground seats and many other Japanese diners. The food was pretty eccentric but good, and we finished the day with some decadent desserts and wine/beer. Now I’m trying to read “Individualization without Individualism”, feeling a little nauseous from drinking after being...