I remember a night I drank grape juice and was up too late. I told someone, via IM, that grape juice gets me high and that if I closed my eyes long enough I get woozy. Who was that person? Shaun?
I love food and I'm not skinny. So what? I don't care. And when I get bloated from indulging on homecooked Malay food there's always mint tea to calm me down.
Trance and progressive gets me high.
I miss Tokyo more than you could ever imagine. It wasn't the city (which struck me as mild) or the culture (which wasn't as alien as I thought it would be) but the many different kinds of people I met. Some you could read like a book and predict their every move. Others were role models themselves yet were the best company and the most fun. And then there were a group that just surprised you at each turn, for whatever reason, for the weirdest of reasons. If I could go back and relive those 13 days there isn't anything I would change. If all 400 of us could meet again, whether in the same city or in a different one it would be brilliant. I'm hoping the KL conference is like that. Fingers crossed. I have to nail fabulous accommodation first.
Tokyo folk come down next weekend. After that it could just be a case of the people you meet only once or twice in your life and never again. I hope not. To ensure that I need disposable income to travel the world.
Disposable income. Riiight.
Last year a DJ saved my life. There's one saving it again now and probably another one come the end of the semester.
See the hormones in my textbook and the ones flowing in my blood are wrecking havoc. One week. One week. 5-friggin'-percent.
The sunburn is peeling off, the humidity is clogging the pores, my skin looks disgusting.
I love food and I'm not skinny. So what? I don't care. And when I get bloated from indulging on homecooked Malay food there's always mint tea to calm me down.
Trance and progressive gets me high.
I miss Tokyo more than you could ever imagine. It wasn't the city (which struck me as mild) or the culture (which wasn't as alien as I thought it would be) but the many different kinds of people I met. Some you could read like a book and predict their every move. Others were role models themselves yet were the best company and the most fun. And then there were a group that just surprised you at each turn, for whatever reason, for the weirdest of reasons. If I could go back and relive those 13 days there isn't anything I would change. If all 400 of us could meet again, whether in the same city or in a different one it would be brilliant. I'm hoping the KL conference is like that. Fingers crossed. I have to nail fabulous accommodation first.
Tokyo folk come down next weekend. After that it could just be a case of the people you meet only once or twice in your life and never again. I hope not. To ensure that I need disposable income to travel the world.
Disposable income. Riiight.
Last year a DJ saved my life. There's one saving it again now and probably another one come the end of the semester.
See the hormones in my textbook and the ones flowing in my blood are wrecking havoc. One week. One week. 5-friggin'-percent.
The sunburn is peeling off, the humidity is clogging the pores, my skin looks disgusting.
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