[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
It's the same thing every Friday. I'm a walking panda with half-opened eyes, dragging my feet along, looking like a total wreck. Bless those who have been exposed to the unsightly image of me.
No, I haven't been partying late. Just supper and late nights doing work and/or bumming. I still get the occasional insomnia; and it seems to like me especially on Thursday nights.
Last night was the first hall supper and since I had to cover the event for the hall's publications ( I need to churn out the article as soon as I get my rested sleep), I pulled Tresa along with me to eat, drink and be entertained (and also to spy on what, only Tresa and Lydia knows!!) - we were sitting around watching a dance performance with food in our laps when it suddenly struck us: we were exactly like some old folks who were being treated to some charity performance! Let's just say the laughing started from then. And the silly thing? We were laughing at ourselves.
Then when the crowd started to clear, we went back upstairs and I began to tell Lydia about the thing I saw downstairs. It got her excited too: she wanted to go down to take a look for herself. I refused but she later said that she wanted to get something from her van anyway, so I jumped at the opportunity to accompany her downstairs.
Haha... things got a little complicated thereafter. When she found out that the thing I was referring to was only on the slideshow that was screened, she cried foul and accused me of 'cheating' her. I quickly defended myself: I'd only followed her down because she said she needed to get something! But guess what, she didn't bring her keys down! So who's the one being cheated?
Anyway, if you're wondering what's the thing we were so hyped up about, you'll have to get to me personally... it's much too embarassing to display it here.
After arguing over who cheated whom, we got hungry and headed out to Bt. Timah for supper (after supper).
Felt so fatty after roti prata (plaster, paper and tissue!) and Horlicks dinosaur (super sweet) that I couldn't sleep well... and that's how a panda is sitting in front of the laptop now.
[Time of Confession] 5:24 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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