Dreaming with a broken heart

List of songs on rerun on my player is currently John Mayer's. Suddenly, I feel like I'm becoming another Sam. With the Oasis and Coldplay some more. And I'm finding good ones from Nickleback as well.

Slept at three am and woke up at the usual seven am for Typography class which had only half an hour lecture and several minutes of tutorial on the mock up then class was done for the day. Sometimes, I think not going is a better option. Hence, spend a lil time at Pink and headed to Pyramid. Being the wacky and insane Yvonne and Ashley they are, another video was created with Eu Jiin's mac. A twenty plus minute video fyi- boy, they had a lot to rant about. Oh, knuckle punch!

Well, all I can say is... assignments suddenly feels like it's not in existence. Since, two projects are final ones which only need to be handed up towards the end of semester. That best explains the stoning. Suddenly, no more rushing back home, no taking a rain check on chilling sessions, no waking up with 'So, maybe I can do this then I'll use this material....' BLAH. But somehow, I don't find myself doing anything productive lately. Pfftt. What can I say, as human beings on this earth we're never satisfied with what we have. One minute we hope for this and the other we wish for another. Sometimes, I don't get myself too. 

Oh yea, meet Roberto the robot.
Just like the real one with the soul, it's as though running on a mechanical machine. One memont it register that I'm a friend and the next I'm the weird one. HAHA. I should be angry you know.

Said this a thousand times, I've just realized I've only been in college for say three months and yet so many things happened. Heck, it was week two when I already encountered with incidents to talk about till today. Awkward, funny, weird, sad, angry, disappointing, high hope, semangat, tiring ones. You name it. But above it all, I'm enjoying every moment of it.

I'm sorry but everytime I come to this place, my posts are as though essays I often love writing in examination halls. Therefore, bare with me as you click to this blog of mine everytime and it's always full of expressive long and countless paragraphs of personal and sometimes pathetic stories. Sometimes, after spending few minutes reading, you might just find it a shaggy-dog story. It often does. Sorry then (:

xoxo.

p.s : Just got a prank call from Al and Yvonne. Eeesh. HAHA.