Anyway, the Easter holidays are here! But my super-enthu coursemates are NOT taking a break! We’re emailing our writing to each other over the first three weeks for workshop-ping. Not shopping, workshop-ping. Ahhh… lazy bones don’t get no rest. But well, come April and I’ll get a real break. I’ll be going away for a while, from Miffy and this Internet that I’ve been plastered to almost every waking hour it’s insane! When they say lifeline, they really mean life-LAN-line.
If there’s only one thing I can miss about this university when I graduate, it’ll be the birds' chirping. I walk a long way from Heronbank to the main campus (yeah, I know, I’ve said this like n times) and it can be enjoyable sometimes. It’s so… peaceful. I hear my footsteps, I hear the wind and I hear the birds chirping. Nothing else. I’m tempted to close my eyes, let my ears devour this three-piece ensemble without distraction. But I never do. At most I'll blink slowly. But my eyes are… so small, the lids travel scant distance. Hmmm… you’re wondering, what the hell is she saying man??? Hahhahahahaa… But it makes sense, right?
Anyway, I really like the birds' chirping… it’s not like what XY had in Sydney. Those were bad. They woke us up super early with their cackling. I can’t hear the birds from my room here, it’s only when I dismember my butt from this chair and go for a walk that I get any of that sweet racket. So the more I hear of it equals the more exercise I’m getting.
I looked up the word ‘voyeur’ on my dictionary and got this example: Most writers are voyeurs of a kind. Yikes! Okay, so I admit to being a blog voyeur. I had been religiously reading the blog of this girl – who is, on my social map, situated somewhere between a stranger and an acquaintance (I know my geography) – logging in so often you could say I was nearly obsessive. Yesterday, I went to my Favourites and lalala pointed the cursor to her blog. RUDE SHOCK! She put a password on it.
‘For Friends Only. Those not aware n visitors to (her email address)’
Those not aware n visitors? Hmmmm… What? *slap myself for being mean, slap myself*
Anyways, she was always the sort who would go (in my words), ‘oh! I’m so flattered that people are reading my blog. I’m amazed that they are interested in the life of small little insignificant me!’, ‘Silent readers! Can you please reveal yourself? It’s for nothing, I just want to thank you for all the support you’ve been giving my blog.’ Yeah rite. Throw eggs at the stupid password window. I’m a blog reader spurned. Blog reader turned nasty blog reader. Hurhurhur!
Anyway, she’s a super drama queen. Her blog’s full of maudlin descriptions, mostly in Chinese. I’m gonna say something really mean. Her writing’s actually so bad at trying to be good, it’s good. Seriously. But anyway you all dunno who she is lah.
Ahhhh… ok, enough bad karma for the day!
Went to watch Jason Mraz's concert with Desmond. AHHHHHH... MRAZ WAS SO GOOD AND SO Tou2 Ru4!!!
Thing is, the 'concert' was totally not what I had imagined! Quite an experience I guess. It was like a dance floor with a stage and people were like... milling around at first then packed close when it started. They were sorta fidgeting a little (not dancing) with drinks and all. Elongated my neck a little that night. Still, MRAZ WAS SO GOOD!
A preview of my new ALDO shoes!!! A bargain from Camden!!! Italy... here I come!!!
I did French Manicure for myself. Not bad right? But they started chipping that very same night.
I also took random pictures of myself... yup, there's only so much you can do in Warwick...
Eh, the last pic is Kuma the Turtle, not me.
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