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Dearest shadow...

suzy says that i lead a really interesting life. the most random crap happens to me all the time. and i agree. i do the most stupid things in real life. like pouring iced milo into the posb cash deposit machine at dhoby ghaut with a huge queue behind me and manage to get one lousy piece of ice out and still walk out of the bank with my money, leftover iced milo and atm card without getting caught on camera or by people. or nearly get hit by a black lamborghini smack in the middle of orchard road at lunch time, smile at the guy who nearly ran me down and still stand in that same spot admiring the car when the traffic lights have turned green.

yes. that's me for you. i know. i'm pretty wierd. but in a good sort of way. i dont have boring days.

but today, was a boring day. yes. you guessed it. the fact that today is a boring day is well, an interesting thing. and that makes my day interesting. so there never really is a boring day. man i love playing with words.

i woke up. and didnt brush my teeth. then, i went to watch TV. i swear i watched it for at least 30 mins and moved only 2 times to go boil water and make milo. then i decided to go clean my room. which i did not do. then, i came to campus to have lunch. then, i went out to meet my darling best friend who happens to be a boy. then i came back home.

then, i realised that i've done absolutely nothing today. i fell asleep on tuesday night all happy that the next show will be a good one with gorgeous pieces. i fell asleep with a mission that the next morning will be a bright, happy, productive one. but somehow things do not fall into that jigsaw i build every night. i dunno what to do with myself sometimes. you and i know that obsessive perfectionist streak in me. everything has to be good and pretty and perfect. and my plans are perfect. even by my standards. i have plan A, B, C and even D. i dont understand what's wrong where.

why hasn't someone shot me yet? i mean, really. i think i'm going to try hypnotherapy next. to find where that lazybone is. the 207th bone. missing from the normal human anatomy. i was born with it. or wait. maybe its maybelline. yeah. i bet its maybelline.

we're into week 10. or rather, into the end of week 10. which means 3 weeks to the end of the semester. or is it 2? great. i'm already starting to think of work. and i've already started to envision the dreaded letter arriving in my letter box. did i mention that i STILL have not opened my last semester results slip? its still sitting on my table. thats procrastination for you.

i pray i get thru this semester. i pray i make it to the next one alive and with enough enthusiasm to last me till at least past the mid semester break.

and yes mister always-look-supergorgeous-even-straight-out-of-bed, i think both you and i now know that i'm smitten. so please minimise that smirk on your face when i stumble everytime we cross paths. its not intentional. i'm still trying to regain composure. one day i'll walk past you tall and straight faced. with a skip in my step. perhaps even ignore your smiling eyes. yes. that day will come. for now, i thank god that he sent me someone who could possibly fit my definition of a dream man. he was fictional. but perhaps, someone is hitting that mark.

i digressed.

right. lets keep sane. and try to stay outta trouble. and perhaps be a bit less indiosyncratic. yea. that's the mission for tmrw.