The end of October. It's been a long, stange month, and I'm having a rare quiet moment.

Think I have a tendency to bulldoze my way to what I think is the heart of the problem, when in fact it's probably just a spree of destruction I'm after. Lately, I've realized I'm crap at problem-solving and that  big dark gaping hole that people warned me is in my fortunes kept slipping into view. Maybe it's just pre-graduation paranoia. Why am I the last (or almost-last to graduate?) And is this supposed to be the last happy, carefree year of my life? If it's not so I must remember it so, otherwise everything will be spoilt. Everything must end well.

My flatmates convinced me that I have an ear infection and are marching me to the clinic. I have no idea why they're all that fussed, really. It's not as if I'm having hearing problems (then again, you can have hearing probloems without having ear infections)

Have been, surprisingly, rather homesick.

Also, have made too many coffees in the open air for my own good.

I guess I'm entitled to one long ,rambly , self-indulgent entry before I make myself grown-up forever. Hence this.

Dear friends, if I haven't called you yet, I'm really sorry...I will do that as soon as possible.

My new address is:

1F1, 28 Gayfield Sq., Edinburgh, EH1 3PA., U.K.

Feel free to contact me. I'm always bored!

Conclusion of Hesione's dinner:

One of us is going to sleep on streets, another is intrinsically careless, and

I am a non-evil, non-kind-hearted,muscular organic PhD.

Needless to say, I am somewehat disturbed by this conclusion.

my lost weekend reading Harry Potter 7, absolutely gutted with certain characters' deaths, including the owl.

typing out review for an exeedingly boring cd right now.

wish i were home gorging on chocolate.

not that I haven't turned my desktop into junk food corner though.

only Monday, the greyest day of the week. Every building look like the colour of shit.

think i'm gona stay glued to the t.v. tonite.

sunburnt.....offers of aloe vera lotion from my mum..it seems everyone is experiencing the aftermaths of Sunday's beach activity

first time rushing from beach to drama

80th anniversary of MSS...this bin school...very mixed feelings  as usual when inside its walls, namely nostalgia and boredom.

MPS is  very beautiful to look at, but seeing it makes me realize that maybe there is a point in selling the bricks of the old building for xx thousand dollars. It's amazingly designed, but it's really not the MPS of my childhood anymore. That said, really, wow. obviously a labour of love and money.

i wonder where we'll all be when the 90th anniversary comes? And whether it'll matter anymore?