No, it doesn't end tonight.

Friday, June 03, 2005

The Memory Remains

Today I reached school at ten plus, only to get dragged at about eleven something to Harbourfront for lunch. In that period of time I managed about two and a half math questions. What a productive start. After eating at Yoshi and getting a drink from Cheers, I went to get TEMPURA from the place next to Mc's. It's really not bad, except that it started to get a little yucky after eating too much. Anyways, the more important thing is that while in Harbourfront, I spotted something that looked really familiar.


Notice that dark blue letter "T" there? It was pasted there a LONG time ago, when that area was still under construction. Taken from a sign that said "TO MRT". At least more than a year ago if i'm not wrong. The best thing is that I was with the group of people who pasted it there. But unfortunately, my memory seems to be going and I just cannot recall just who was in the "group" of people I was with when we pasted it. So if you happen to know who it was, or it was YOU, please let me know. Hah, thanks.

Returned to school after that to continue studying. Was freezing my ass off in the library with Thng. It's a really good place to study, save for the sub-zero temperatures. I lost feeling in my fingers towards the end. Completed most of my Math already, only left with Continuous Random Variables which I know shit about. Missed the lecture completely and I've got to start from scratch for that chapter. Oh well...

Now, here comes an abrupt ending.

nick had nothing better to do at 10:46 PM
Comments:
greetings.

- i'm currently feeling very tia giay popok.
- apple lim is your wife and mashikate shall be your daughter's name.
- you will play Something Corporate - Hurricane (oh wait. it's Tornado, isn't it? har har) at your wedding.
- no one probably knows what i'm rambling about except you.
- see, you're the exception.

sidenote: i lost my fucking hairband, AGAIN. wtf is wrong with me. -insert msn cussing/moshing.

signing off,
1/2 of the lazys.

p.s: you know you begin to type like a retard when you spent your day doing nothing w nikwus sing.
 
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