Sweet Child O' Mine

Sometimes that one song can transport you back to time regardless of where you are and what you're doing. That one song can stop you on your tracks and memories and emotions simply rush through. And its that feeling where you're just THERE...i dont know where...but just THERE >>> lost in time and space

And no matter what you're going through, you simply smile


:)


^8 Cee

Hey RS,

I miss slushies on a perfect afternoon.

White Picket Fence

In movies, the happy lovely ladies (of Stepford. lol) always pine for houses with white picket fences.

Oh how the feminist side in me sneers. In contrast, I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to live in a spacious high rise penthouse with a 360 degree view of the city... Oooh La la Oui!





...But then I discovered a childhood picture of when we first moved into our house in 1993... A place far away from the city up on top of the hill overlooking stretches of greenery and towns. A place with queer lamps and white picket fence. The kind of place a young couple would dream to buy to start their happy little family.

The kind of place I too would like to buy someday perhaps (hehe PLUS the penthouse of course! )

1993

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This time around last year...

I would have been studying my ass off in Baillieu (lib).



Typically,
10.30am: wake up, shower, get dressed, cross the street, battle for my spot in the lib (2nd floor to the left...ouh cyeaaah)
before lunch: you see the same library faces slowly coming in. its a weird feeling. its like an acknowledged silent bond btwn strangers.
noon: long lunch with whichever other friends that are also nerding it out :)
3. 30pm:coffee break. time to talk talk talk about everything and nothing.
7pm: go home, dinner, shower, watch 2+1/2 men
9pm: head back towards library. one of the best feeling in the world is to walk across the dimly litted uni lawn on a winter day heading towards the brightly litted building at the end. you know, if you picture it, it'll seem like you're walking towards the light at the end of the tunnel. please dont quote that to me ever again. but truth be told, without fail, everytime i make this journey, a huge rush of emotions flood in. its happy and sad. happy coz i feel proud to be part of this larger dream of education, academics, and the future. sad coz I know that I'll move on... away from an ideal.
before midnight: sleepily attempt to work. procastinate by browisng through any random books on the shelves and get hooked on to it. promise self that after exams i'll come by and borrow (never happens).
midnight: everyone starts leaving. my pace of studying picks up to meet my target of the day. i need time pressure to work.
2am: done.

point of story? hmmm none... except that i miss Baillieu, i miss the company, i miss studying and arguing over solutions, i miss procastinating over coffee breaks....aaand i miss everything else in btwn.

Good luck to everyone else :)

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