a pinch of fatigue, spontaneously drizzled with memories, marinated in delight

BLOCKS D:

haha okay i've kept all the unhappiness in one line.

cooking has been FUN! really relished every moment of the process.

and i cant believe i only just saw 7G's class LJ. i always thought only the gossip blog existed.

oh dear the memories, our POP seemed like just yesterday, when apollo was so majestically yellow.

and all the crazy stuff we did as a class.

everything has toned down by a lot.

Inevitably, maybe. For the better?

That would really be up to your own interpretation.

In his desperate bid to rush for time,
to feed as plenty the stomachs as achievable,
the use of pepper and salt was alluded.
The chef scorned at the relative size of the garnishes,
as compared to the nutritional joy a wholesome bite of raw meat could offer.
The stomach savoured the bulk,
but the bite had no joy.
The mouthful resembles a bunch of party balloons,
which gloom in its mere possession of the colours of black and white.


This dish is called Life.

yubin the world-class master of culinary delights

hohoho

so tempted to bomb the kitchen though blocks are right after march hols? :DD








simple and easy, fantastic 5 for a great getaway from my hectic melancholy (:

i do hope i have enough time though...

yubin

guilt and all the accompanying laughter please

for starters, i would like declare that i'm back to my old habit of not starting sentences with capital letters, though i would make every effort to punctuate. (holding shift or slamming the caps lock is just too troublesome for my feeble willpower.)

alright, GP. This is really one tough nut to crack. Yes, harder than those i had after lunch today.
sometimes i really don't know how i can possibly improve for this subject. its easy to convince yourself to read more, but the other subjects havent exactly been the friendliest companions to this poor, neglected one.

thats not really the point of today's input. well, in short, i think im embarking on the phase of the year when i begin to neglect everything else and study, or at least attempt to.

im not proud of it seriously, but walking out of the exam hall feeling like a complete fucktard for no apparent reason isnt exactly the most awesome sensation to kick-start your day with.

i find myself dragging my spirit along like a helium balloon threatening to escape my grip and fly off to the horizon.

i just couldnt do anything right for today, and its not the 1st time i've been thrown into such a predicament.

the effed up bit is, whenever i feel like this, i just wanna go home and study and trap myself within an impenetrable emotional barrier.

dude, sounds like you've got the post menstrual stress thing. without the menstruation.

maybe its the soya. ionno.

so i homed and slept for 4 hours, missing what could have been a kickass dinner with some awesome lovelies. its was a god-sent, a stress ball in every sense.

i missed it baby. all because you couldnt get your feelings right in one afternoon.

you were weary, dreary, listless, and a combination of all the synonyms of negative feelings that the english language has to offer. and all this, for a reason you don't even know.

about time i wrote about this, because i've been getting such feelings all too often nowadays.

i miss those days last year, when shit comes out of my mouth more readily than it escapes my rear, when i could be happy-go-lucky about everything. when theres always a tomorrow for something, when everyone's genuine interest in having fun meant that you've got a shopping bag's worth of reasons to push your bum to that gigantic compound on bukit timah road.

maybe this is the transition to adulthood, just that i hardly fathomed it to be as debilitating as that of men morphing into werewolves.

it really sucks doesn't it, knowing you have to survive the rest of the year with such frequent emotional uncertainty.

yubin

oh yeah

Tag board's history, and I have no idea how to make it current affair.

I could bitch all day about this template and how i screwed up a saturday night on this when i could have finished all the hw in the world.

DRAMAFEST

This event was damn secks, i take my hat off to all the directors. I personally liked Apollo's for its innately implicit plot portrayed in an explicit manner. Its really a work of a prodigy, for sometimes you do not get plays half as good at two times the price.

Artemis's was cheesy, well done David, if only the ambience was more suitable for the voices.

Now, now, this post was actually merely for the thrill of peppering my new blogskin with tasteless seasoning, but it turned out to be quite the delicacy.

School's being really a chore. I need more time at home to study, seriously.
And its getting late so i shall update soon. I have age-old stories from the ancient times about my journey with the dinosaurs so please tune in soon.

YUBIN

p.s. I've gotta get the features fixed on this skin or i swear ima skin the creator.
p.p.s I needa finish math and chem tml so i can have the dinner i promised =///

CRAZY BITCH KICK ASS OMG. im learning the chords NOW.