i am in love.
in love. in love love love love. sick sick love.
with Guy Sebastian. [you're my kryptonite baby boy].
yes. i finally got my chipped-nail-polish-claws on his new album n' am totally lovin' tracks 2, 4, 9, 10. and most possibly the 10 other tracks on e' album. superb. secondary to Brian McKnight; who is just awesome awesome AWESOME!! [kins screaming here!], guy is almost equally awesome!] he isss ... sysiayebuisabdkjsdb!!!* he's THAT GORGEOUS! =)
romantic love ballads = i miss having somebody. *inserts sad face here*
t'was an anomalous morning; oh-day as a whole. the connex at 8am n' the rain dribbling down e' massive windows. lines! i see lines! in my caffeinated state, i watched the city pace back n' forth n' back again thru the cracked lines of raindrops on smoky screens. in the blanketed numb coldness of e' vicarious wind, 10 other commuters and i zipped up our jckts. rainwater viciously sprayed on my mascara-ed lashes n' i pray it wont run lines on me; as it did the windows [a.k.a smoky screens].
students rush rush rush rush. the high concordance for ... whahh.t?
we leaped fm the train onto the flooded platform. then, plodded into the exam hall w' morn glee. some glum n' others fear. [im the latter]. my face stung fm the blast of hot air from the heater. but it was all part of the numbing effect. i was way too busy thinking about sexual dysfunctions n' its subcategories sexual desire disorders, sexual arousal disorder, orgasmic disorder n' sexual pain disorder. WAIT! what are the criterias!?.
my feet in my stinky blk slip ons were wet n' squishy. as it turned out, 3032 was do-able. saw mr.hot stuff. somehow, his-royal-highness-of-hotness wasnt too hot today. my eye caught on a much much hotter package. never seen him b4. i decided he must be fm Clayton. the-hot ones are always fm Clayton. cldnt answer the prevalence qns. but all's good. i hope. the library bk was friggin' 4 days overdue. after THE-ordeal*, i battled my way across campus to the lib then planted me-self in front a comp and random surfed until i became bored to the brink of abnormalities n' decided to finally brave the cold outside. connex ride home was vague. i kicked two poor girls in my sleep n' prolly snored too. drool was a highly likely.
stripped myself of my wet garments n' clumsily stumbled arnd to search of dirty laundry. i needed newly washed clothes n' it was about time i did some washing. briefly considered a bubble bath. nut i was in lack of my milk-n-honey shower foam. so. me thawed under near-scalding water n' then, canoddled mr.bear in abg's bed to watch a dvd. i needed a break fm all those deplorable hrs of studying. fell aslp soon after i migrated back into my heated rm. dinner-buka date with the boys n' lings was cancelled. so, we made it a cousin fest; abg n' i had indian for buka. i still taste the briyani in my mouth. albeit a lil less appetizing, n' def, a whole lot more stale-i-fied now. gross=ness. i know. tmr: might go shoppin at bridge rd for sg ppl. hola peoples.
