let lemons be angry

This life is much better than school life. I allow myself about six intensive hours of study every day and watch kd every night. There are so many little things that i'm high on, like cedele depot's cherry frangipani pie and mexican wedding cookies and chocolate raspberry slice and lemon meringue pie, and raspberry shower gel, and my blue rubberband, and azi and manda, and unintegrated integration, and dragonfly smile, and hana and viknes, and lovely cafe seat waiting for me tomorrow. The jurong library still smells new and that's one of the reasons it's become my second home. I've learnt the wonders of a reference library. I'm reformed; never again will i rely on lecture notes for substantial information. I've decided that studying isn't such a bad thing, it's just that they make us do too much at once and the teachers don't facilitate studying in any inspiring way. I wonder if having read lots of kundera will get me far in university, in a course like psychology or philosophy (never). My mind just flitted to another thought: why are some smiles more.. potent than others? And another: maybe i should give america a chance. And yet another: i want to switch television channel.