Just had the most sinful rolicking supper/early morning food feast ever. Ba-zhang-Dumplings, ice cream bread, gyoza-dumplings and drinks... AIYAAAA my poor diet... but damn yummy!

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Its weird how life pans out sometimes. It really is. Why is it more fun to stay awake when you should sleep? More fun to sleep when you should stay awake? Why is it that the things one person does for you, you wish another would do? Yet when the other finally comes through, it doesnt feel so darn neat anymore. Why is it that the sun sometimes shines, whilst at other times, its so cloudy and dark out? Sometimes we see ourselves in clear light, yet other times, we simply cannot fathom what makes our swirly existance so. Why is it that one person can make all your hopes and fears, your worries and negativitities, all your questions and shadows and doubts, be washed away in a plain of subtle nothingness? Why is it so?

Back together. Back together in cahoots. Back together in the eye of time where we never were apart, where we never were two separate entities, glowing in disparaty. Back together. Back together again. Under the veil of happiness shall we softly tread, to due languidness we surpass those fiery heights. Love lost never came this way. Shown out of sight, yet out of mind no more than a tinkling of unleven remorse. As if to heavens vow shall we, but no more of singing hearts. Forlorn not by option but by choice. If connundrum sets, inward we bode and bade and made. I simply say, back together are we.

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Conned and coerced into checkin' out the new RJ campus:

Me, My Clarrr and my ssMells! outside the one place we'd never on a normal basis ever venture...the physics lab!


Clar and i [yes, the first place we checked out was the bathroom...]


Mel and i tryin to get into the lift [something the old campus didnt have!!]


Being retarded with our old lockers, no other than Fartz and i


Superglue pals :)



Cuicui and me


peeplo, dada and mama


my crazy "parents" doing the bunglow dance [the rent is high, the roof is low..it is a basic bungalowwwwww]


the ex-ny-rj girls


mi fea, me, melly, yo mama



Look how yo(points to self) mama brought her peeplo up! Shotglass in one hand, playing card in other, smothered by the "maternal garb" of van's skirt


Fartz insisted we take photos in the new canteen