I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Thursday, September 04, 2003

I feel woozy. I am coming down with a sore throat. This sucks.

Monday, September 01, 2003

[Music || Liz Phair, "Why Can't I"]
So, instead of moping around my room like yesterday (even though I still have homework, but nothing I can't handle tonight), I went on a small adventure. I haven't been outside the campus so without any map or sense of direction, I headed out the first exit I could. Blasting Hilary and Delta's CD on my Panasonic, I walked until I came around a bend for Lake Merced. I initially wanted to write but the park benches were not fit for writing on, so I sat and just watched the lake and ducks. Then I noticed Helen phoned me earlier (I didn't feel the vibrate and hear the ring tone because I was walking and had headphones on) so I called her back. Un garcon, am I surprised.. I wish I was there to help her out. I'm excited for her!

I was actually trying to find some sort of supermarket or store, but all I could see for miles were houses and greens. I turned around and walked some more (past my school) and came to more of the lake. It's beautiful and I'm glad I was able to get away from the confinements of the school. Thank you to everyone who told me Jen's Dawson Creek advice. The beach/ocean/lake does make one dream bigger. Aww.. refreshing!

When I have time next weekend, I'm going to take the public transportation to go find a frigging supermarket!
[Music || Liz Phair, "Why Can't I"]
You hurt me and although I was partly to blame, I want to let it go. I mean, weren't you the one that said it first that it wasn't going to work? It's been - what? - a couple days and here everything is mended? I don't need pity, it took me time to recover and I'm not going to stumble again. Not me, not I. And especially not now. Thank you in advance for making me stronger.

And you know what, I'm not going to fall into some stupid depression or whatever. "Where did I go right?" Where did I sudden have these people who I can rely on. For that, I'm thankful.

Sunday, August 31, 2003

[Music || Hilary Duff, "Metamorphosis" (album)]
College is such a strange time, universe. I feel like I rather study cos I have to push myself to maintain my self-discipline which faltered in high school. I don't have much to post each day although I have things I wish to say. Strange times! I am adapting but at the same time it's metamorphosis.