"Sighableness"

April 25, 2008

 

New word I learnt from Losh. I’ve GOT to give the woman a blog name already. Losh, I now bequeath thee the name. . .Lucky Lulu? Well if YOU thought of it, it shouldn’t be lame so DON’T bite my head off for it.

 

I’m thinking of Blondie for Thali but haha, I best ask that woman first. I mean it in the most adorable sense of the word, I swear!

 

=P

 

Alright, after a round of completely irking my buddies at uni, I’m finally sitting down to blog. After one helluva hectic week that involved dance classes, studying, body aches and a very expensive birthday =P I sit here, embracing the weekend with tired arms. Of course, when I talk of embracing, I mean having Luthor on my lap once more (NOT lapdancing Seth, sorry to disappoint) and blogging about random thoughts and events accumulated over the week. The funny part is that, I DO get invites to head out for the weekend on account of SO many friends only being free then but I somehow always turn them down. You see, I have responsibilities and the weekend presents me with precious time to recuperate from the week and gear up for the next.

 

When I was a kid or much younger, I could never really see why people welcomed weekends with such content. Only now can I fully appreciate the warmth Sabbath day can present. The very day I was born on =P

 

Ah crap. I’ve just remembered that I have to load pictures from Rosh’s surprise birthday party at Chilis. I never did put them up on facebook

 

Anyhoo, yes, I’ve been watching Smallville too, whenever I can and I’m finally at Season 6. Gods, Lana Lang can be SO STUPID. You see?! I’m a pretty good judge of character and she’s an idiot airhead that needs to be shot. MANY TIMES. Sure, I like Lex. But I definitely wanted someone ELSE for Clark. Finally, she leaves. And even Clark knows she isn’t the one. FINALLY are the characters using common sense!

 

Oh but Jonathan Kent dies *cries* I was so sad, I downloaded the music from that episode. It was really sad. Really really sad *cries harder* the whole winter scene shot at the Smallville graveyard was so depressing. 

 

 Chloe knows Clark’s secret. They should be together already!

 

Alright alright, enough Smallville fangirl ranting. Back to the original reason I’m blogging. 

 

IMU is fun. It really is. I love salsa classes, they’re fantastic. And our batch is pretty dynamic. Finally, coursemates that are diverse and have spines. Not to say the others didn’t but those from Intec who can truly empathise with me on what the mentality back there was will truly understand my satisfaction in revelling in this diversity.  Ah, the free air I breathe! Again, I’m not comparing IMU to PMC whatever so DON’T come witchhunting me down! No stake-burning for me. 

 

Somehow, being at uni has a calming effect on me. Even if its something as dull and dreary as hanging out in the MMS room. Yes, I skipped BS lectures today to go only later to submit our AIR topic and do some studying in the MMS room. Call it a guilt trip. Somehow, even tho the BS lectures are totally pointless,  I still feel guilty for skipping em. So I spent 2 healthy hours at the MMS room today finishing our questions for this week’s lectures which were on the heart. We covered the thorax, conducting system of the heart, capillaries and blood pressure regulation - tho I haven’t finished reading all of it, I finally familiarised myself with all the structures today. It made a lot more sense when I studied the models, tho it must have looked pretty geeky, me, a huge fat anat text book and a model of the heart. Tho, I could finally study in peace. 

 

I am so easy to please. I’m at complete bliss with Luthor on my lap and the world wide web as my window to the world.  It’s love, I tell you. If there’s any other person who can truly understand this appreciation I have for Luthor, it’d be Emperor Insanity. He has Katie =D - who even got a poem written in her honour as well. Ha. 

 

I’m gonna end this on a totally boring note because some distractions have made me lose my mojo for this post and go off to send my grandparents to Glenmarie Manor.  I have to go now.

 

Till semi-intelligent thoughts invade my blissfully ignorant reverie once more. . .