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A law student but excels more at obsessing over sports and music. I dream of traveling the world with a backpack.

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-Jez Ashurst


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I feel good!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008 10:25 AM

Despite the bad connection, oh, when I say bad, it is BAD. Bloody Ixora. Getting our own Streamyx soon. So yeah, despite the bad connection, there's basically quite a lot to make me feel good since I last update.

For one, it's good to finally see the girls and the guy again after the semester break and catch up. Well, I was babbling about Ethan and the Click to Sara most of the time and she was telling me about her trip(or the *ahem* she met =p), and I missed talking to her the most! So, I say good thing you didn't turn up, whatever your name is, you Islamic Law lecturer.

And remember I was saying how much I love this new apartment. The thing is, we didn't really get to know the people staying here when we moved in. And last night, I don't remember exactly how we decided, but I think it was Peipei who suggested it, and we did it the old school way, ice-breaking. No joke, we all sat in a circle in the living room and start introducing ourselves, exchange numbers and talked a little. Well, all's good after the bonding session and I have to say I won't judge a book by its cover anymore. Never ever. *ahem* Pei Pei *ahem*. They are all nice people and I have a feeling we'll all get along just fine. We even got a house warming organised for next Thursday ok. Or not housewarming but whatever you call it. Yeshhh, steamboat!

On a side note, just got up like 15 minutes ago and I haven't wash up yet cause decided to blog while the connection is still ok. And I usually don't like it when I dream, be it a good or bad dream, cause it means I didn't sleep well. And I remember my dreams clearly most of the time, and I find that annoying. But boy, I had a GREAT dream last night. It involves Ethan crashing at my place and using his laptop in the computer room and sleeping in my room. On the mattress on the floor. Well, of course in reality it will never ever happen. Cause 1st of all, Ethan WON'T crash in my place, ever. And 2nd of all, I would have ask him to take my bed and I'll sleep at my parent's room or he can even take Chris' room if he is not there. Like hell I'm gonna let Ethan M. sleep on the floor, with or without a mattress doesn't matter. 

I'm laughing my head off when I woke up and recount the dream to the roomie, but hey, a girl can dream right. Literally. Exactly why I say Ethan Mentzer turned me into a teenie. Damn. I need to get back to my normal self. This is a side that I have lost touch since I was 14?!

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