Thursday, June 02, 2005

ola, ola!

Today's a really depressing day, received my Analysis results, and the chances are that I may have to kiss goodbye to my Masters next year. Yup. Fantastic. But to hell with that. As someone told me today, I just have to learn to live with it. Hard lesson, but that's life. And I really really REALLY swear I'd never procrastinate again when it comes to work.

Rounded the day off brillantly with the Music Dept Ball, which was held in a hospital? It was really weird prancing past some wards in order to get to the ballroom. I wasn't too keen on going initially, but I'm glad I went since it's the last time I can see all of my coursemates. Unless I attend graduation. That being said, we (Jo, Vincent, Marcus and gang) had a gathering at Danny and Gooizhen's place the other day (huge thanks to them for hosting us), and to think it was the very last time too. I was actually getting all emo about it, but no one else was and I figured it'd be too embarrassing (and stupid) to start bawling in the middle of it all. So I started scoffing Doritos down my throat, not a good idea. Ah well. Jo's blogged about it, and you can see some photos from my lousy camera.

Here are a few choice photos from tonight:

Darling, darling Mary looking demure..

..nah! Look at that! Leah's getting some action.

And after this shot, the following ones are censored.

That's Jenny Bianco and me, Lou, Mary and Cass.

Nell, Jenny, and myself with Will.

As the night wore on...

Ewan and his harem, look at his kilt! As you can see from the other shot, somebody's pretty much wasted already - Sarah, Simon and me.

I shall stop here before I wake Jing up with my keyboard keys going clack clack clack. Happy belated 22nd birthday to her, and yes she's back in London for today cuz we're going to Mallorca and Barcelona in a few hours: from the 2-9 of June, together with Vincent and Jo!!!! My fellow ditz-sista! -squeals squeals- I hope I get a nice tan, and not balloon from too much paella. Hrrmph.

Till then, bye everyone and check back next week! xxxxxxxxx

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

v. long post and photo overload!
i am DONE with my degree:
practise practice practise practice practise
mwahahha.
lynne the blooming hermit.
i hope i'm PMS-ing.
a bad day, a good laugh.
in love.
FULL LYNNE PANIC!!!!!
out came the sun, and dried up all the rain.

previous rants

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.