As I Gaze Through My Window

Shafiq suspects i may be manic-depressive. except that he's more depressive and im more manic. take us, add together and divide by 2 and you might just get a serial killer. i dont think i have it in me though. it doesnt pay well enough.

the conversation i had with Samm on sunday really ended up as self-fulfilling. had a sausage party kinda V-Day dinner. and after that, a bitching session cum girl-spotting round. i guess it wasnt too bad in the sense that it was pretty good just hanging out with Shafiq and Mao. but still not my ideal V-Day. at least it wasnt a hot date with Coltrane, Kumar and Robbins. i guess im still clinging on to the belief that school isnt all dullness and grind. pity it seems like only a few of us hold that view.

funny enough, Carrefour has very nice roses. so.... if you ever need roses stat for whatever reasons, consider them if you're in the area. way better than the wilting wannabes being hawked in school today.

In The Still Of The Night - Cole Porter