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Siân is enjoying life in Bath University, and I'm glad she's having a lot of fun. You should check out her journal, because you'll have fun reading it, and you'll find yourself wanting more. Of her entries. And she's simply gorgeous. Meanwhile, I am here in the library, and I am supposed to be studying. But it is obvious that I am not (well, at least not at this hour). For the first time, I'm really liking my bad behaviour. Yeah, I mean it. It's annoying when people twist your words for their benefit. So I'm doing a bit of retaliation. I'm tired of having to bite my tongue for some time. My best friend Lily, I know, will have something to say. Again. |
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I am 23 now. Thank you Brodie for your megawatt greeting, and also to those who commented in my MySpace profile. Too bad I only got to fully appreciate my Political Law professor, just when the classes are over and done with. He's not such a bad nut. In fact, he's nice. And I'm the rude kid. I actually miss him now. And lilyrach has made an icon (or is it a header?) for me. It's pretty cute. I'll nab it as soon as finals are over. I don't know what kind of relationship I have with this guy. (A note to Lily: don't worry. I'm not blind anymore. Besides, there's a big difference between B and the pretty box turned pornstar.) Maybe he is just an affectionate person. Here's the email. Hey Missy L, Can't get to a decent computer at the moment, staying over at a friends and he insists on using Debian ( a godawful variation of Linux) But I thought I'd better drop you a line and say... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Technically it's still the fourth here, but if my timezone kung fu is working it should be around 6:30am on the fifth for you. You might still be asleep ![]() Have a good one dear , I'll try to get on messenger later.Hugs and kisses, Brother D. That's a lovely gesture. |
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Don't worry. I haven't gone carnal. He and I are talking about another pleasure of the flesh. Food. Yes, food. |
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I had to laugh. I just had to. I had made a blog where I would unleash my bad, totally bad side. One girl tells me to get over it. Fine, whatever you say. But all I hope is that one she comes across those emotions, she'll remember the comments she had posted in my entries. My, my. I don't regret what I've posted over there. I really don't. It's my journal, and I can write there what I want, provided I am responsible. Given the fact that I wasn't hours ago, makes me laugh now. |
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I know people will say I've led such a sad, twisted, and warped kind of life. Just over two days ago, we were supposed to enroll for subjects in the second semester. However, we were told to wait. Wait inside the Bar Review room, which I privately refer to as the Death Row. However, we all had a good lunch out and it was nice to see them all again. |