i am so in love y'all, and her name is nellie mckay.

But then it hits you, then it kicks you
Then you realize you're not unique
And you ignore it, you implore it
Just to let you find the "om" you seek
Don't wanna think about the fall elections
Don't wanna sing about no vivisection
I don't need this, I don't see this
All I want is inner peace

what else? philosophy is hard, yo. Logic is anything but. uh.. think roomie's getting hooked up- found roses in the vase on the table. hey, if it means i'll get the place to myself, huzzah for her!

this week's been pretty repetitious. any suggestions for breaking the routine, social circle-wise?

so. the new semester has started, the first one i have undergone where i have had my future, however vaguely, somewhat planned. decided to major in philosophy midway through a particularly good thriller novel. (that was not an oxymoron. nicola griffith kicks ass) don't think i havnt considered the implicit irony in my choice of major. may be going back to singapore in april. havnt worked out the kinks yet, but, mood regarding this, hmm, am wary. on one hand, will get to see family and friends again, on the other hand, may realise, upon arrival, that time already spent abroad is part of reality, and will be forced to merge my two so far independently existing worlds.

anyway, am taking math, phil, and soci this winter. pissed off as hell cos the math would be a hell lot easier (its precalculus, O level standard) if i actually remembered anything from my A2 scoring brain.

stupid muthafucka.

P.S: Sleater-Kinney. Commodore Ballroom, Vancouver. 26 February 2005.
Me: There.

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