wilbur's amazing dandelions
Hello people its been a long time since I've updated so just in case you haven't been privy to my whining bitching and general all round complaining I am:
1. An intern. I could regale you with horrific tales of late nights and toner poisoning but I suppose you've probably heard it all from every other tertiary student you know. Work has made me a victim of a paradox. These days I love weekdays because they make the weekends feel so damn good. Ditto any public holidays! And I hate the weekends because they make Monday to Friday feel like the devil's own. Oh and also I'm on this mailing list where people keep sending this story and that about this silly person buying this other silly person. Everyone else on the list seems to go googoogaga over them but they make me yawn and go looking for the lemon cream biscuits in the pantry. Ah welll guess I won't be contributing to that beach house guys.
2. Home alone!!!! If anyone were to need a picture entitled "SLOB", my living room would be the perfect muse. As of Saturday there are (1) piles of newspapers all over the floor; (2) a pile of dry crumpled laundry on the armchair; (3) a pile of WET crumpled laundry on top of the dry; (4) open unfinished beer cans; (5) apple strudel flakes; (6) unused plate and cutlery; and (7) a box of strawberry Pocky courtesy of Amanda Lin. Oei my t-shirt stinks of cigarette smoke now can?
3. Mr Anywhere!! For once my driving license entitles me to more than grovelling at my dad's feet for the car or bumping around jungles in an LSV. For the first time in my life my rather random craves and urges are finding fulfilment and gosh it feels good. Supper, ice cream and night safari anytime people!! I have no idea how I'm going to get used to the damn bus once my parents are back.
4. A disappointed academic. I did well. I really did. But not well enough. And the worst part is that I missed the deadline to get my papers reviewed because of my dumbass goldfish memory. Not sure how much good it would've done even if I had had them reviewed but still....ah well outta my head.
I'd go on about how the rebel inside of me starts screaming everytime people around me start going on about how money is all that matters but I'll rein it in and leave you with this haiku instead:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator
1. An intern. I could regale you with horrific tales of late nights and toner poisoning but I suppose you've probably heard it all from every other tertiary student you know. Work has made me a victim of a paradox. These days I love weekdays because they make the weekends feel so damn good. Ditto any public holidays! And I hate the weekends because they make Monday to Friday feel like the devil's own. Oh and also I'm on this mailing list where people keep sending this story and that about this silly person buying this other silly person. Everyone else on the list seems to go googoogaga over them but they make me yawn and go looking for the lemon cream biscuits in the pantry. Ah welll guess I won't be contributing to that beach house guys.
2. Home alone!!!! If anyone were to need a picture entitled "SLOB", my living room would be the perfect muse. As of Saturday there are (1) piles of newspapers all over the floor; (2) a pile of dry crumpled laundry on the armchair; (3) a pile of WET crumpled laundry on top of the dry; (4) open unfinished beer cans; (5) apple strudel flakes; (6) unused plate and cutlery; and (7) a box of strawberry Pocky courtesy of Amanda Lin. Oei my t-shirt stinks of cigarette smoke now can?
3. Mr Anywhere!! For once my driving license entitles me to more than grovelling at my dad's feet for the car or bumping around jungles in an LSV. For the first time in my life my rather random craves and urges are finding fulfilment and gosh it feels good. Supper, ice cream and night safari anytime people!! I have no idea how I'm going to get used to the damn bus once my parents are back.
4. A disappointed academic. I did well. I really did. But not well enough. And the worst part is that I missed the deadline to get my papers reviewed because of my dumbass goldfish memory. Not sure how much good it would've done even if I had had them reviewed but still....ah well outta my head.
I'd go on about how the rebel inside of me starts screaming everytime people around me start going on about how money is all that matters but I'll rein it in and leave you with this haiku instead:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator
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