i suppose monday is quite refreshing actually. people often talk about monday morning blues, but rather, it's the joy and rush of meeting up with your friends again after the weekend, with lively chatter, that make living thru the day a possibility. wednesday's fine cos it's halfway thru the week. thursday's almost there, and friday's got the TGIF groove to it (duh).

that leaves tuesdays which really suck. they're just shitty. nowhere here nor there. which is tomorrow. hurrah!

hmm hmm. i think if i put in effort, i can get As and Bs for my end of years. ok that's a bit too early to say but i've got faith in myself. yay.

went to marche today. the food was good, as always, and it's a lively bustling place. ingenious concept. we pay money to see cute little gypsy caravans selling their wares like the new Japanese foodvan in RI, with our tickets (punchcards). its like watching cirque du soleil. and meanwhile, they slowly but surely raise the prices (A fucking rosti with that spiral sausage cost 9 bloody bucks now). and we don't even damn notice it. oh well. we pay for the damn novelty and the ambience and everything. ok lah, what am i complaining, the food's good too. actually, my only gripe is that mango cheese pie shit, which was really gross. screw them and their ridiculous 4.80 prices.

and i was just drinking freaking water?! even plain water is considered as outside drink. weird mindset.

i really need to get in shape soon for.. for... super hand/leg/whateverwhatever/pe... right. it's time to go to sleep now. silas marner awaits tomorrow ! -rolls eyes with the fall of the impatient heavy both in colour and in weight maroon ri lt1 curtains-

(heh, it seems like everything still hearkens back to the good old halcyo... wait. that was just a few months ago.)
quixoticka eulogized @ 11:54:00 pm