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April 13, 2011

Used to be



Felt grateful to ppwen, she brought each of us a bowl of tang yuan, peanut flavor. She claimed that this time she made it successfully, a big applause to her and thanks again. Not having a great week, I guess it is the same for the following weeks, since we having exam weeks now, not cool at all. We might can enjoy a few days before the next paper intrude, and surely I will do so, I gonna enjoy the coming days with my besties here, if we are free. Laugh out loud. Good luck for the exam my friends.



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Everytime I read our old conversations, I realize how close we used to be.




April 11, 2011

Yucks



Was isolated myself in own room for days, to concentrate on my study, but I don't think it worked; it just made me have more time to procrastinate my study. I used one whole week (okay, not all the time of course) to study my chemical bio-organic, they are yuckie! I can't fully memorized all the mechanism and structures at all, too much! My coursemate even said that this paper is for Howard University standard, scary right? So happy that I can throw all these notes aside as I just finished the paper, killed by the questions. Delirious. I have 4 more to go, and then I'll back to my hometown and start my internship. I gonna miss here, people and places!



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And there she goes again, believing in something that is never going to happen.




April 7, 2011

Delicious



Had Kajang satay as my dinner, the famous one. Didn't ordered the fish satay, I had it once and that's just so-so, I found it special was because my hometown didn't have it, we just have the normal one, chicken satay, beef perhaps? Drool when I see the photo again:


It's nice to hang out with a group of girls here, chuckle over something that is not so funny, get some inside joke, that's fun and happy.


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A storm is raging, nevertheless we go forward in our madness. This is love.




April 6, 2011

Rubik's cube



Never thought that I would own a rubik's cube myself, more over it's in white color one. Quite excited when I first hold it in my hand, although I haven't master the solution, I just know some of the steps which I think I might forgot already. I'll learn it before I leave here, as my sifu is over here; hope that I can remember all the steps, must! I can't concentrate to my study now, maybe it's because I hate the first subject: chemical bio-organic, headache when I read so many structures and mechanisms, it is impossible for me to memorize all these terror things, impossible! Can't even finish a note in few hours time, even if I finished, I can't recall anything. Oops.


Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. -William S. Burroughs-


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Everytime you don't talk to me, I die a little inside.




April 5, 2011

10 Things I Hate About You



Watched 10 Things I Hate About You few days ago, a 1999 movie which the segment of the movie still spinning in my head after years; got it from my friend and I watched it again. That was also the time where I first introduced to this song, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, because of this movie. Kind a romantic song for a 11 years old kids and I did obsessed with it for times, especially its rhyme. Back to the movie again, they have a poem at the end, so called 10 things I hate about you poem, and I want to share here, part of it:

I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all...

Cried when I listened to this poem, as I understand what the girl means, some of us might have the same thought like her, at least I have. I want to dedicate this poem to you. If you have this movie, please watch it, old but nice. Sorry for the dull post, but I feel this fit my mood right, just bear with me for awhile, I'll be okay. Try listen to Whisky Lullaby I share over here, sad indeed.


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And one day I hope you look back at what we had, and regret every single thing you did to let it end. Don't let it become this way.