Solitude

See what's wrong? That was my room. And there were TWO bags in the middle of the night.

And no, the pink one's not mine. And no, the foot's not mine too.

I got enough complaints as it was with the turquoise bag. Heh.

Dedel: (pointing) that's your bag?
R: Not really. why?
Dedel: It's just not your colour. Not your kind of blue more like...
R: So what kind of a blue am I?
Dedel: Navy?

Yep, I change it to murky green now.

R: Is this my colour?
Po: Hmm...more you than the turqoise...
R: aww God I'm associated with murky green. Great. Perfect.

See this baby here? I won't last another week without it.


The crystals (IN ALL ITS GLORY) we made during chem practical. Oh hell, they look like coccaine. Po did hers in a rush so hers looked finer. Like a cotton candy (No, I'm not hungry as I write this)



Fancy gadgets

Trying to figure out how the machine works...

Our personal fume cupboard!


pasted RoSs. L. at 8/28/2004 01:40:00 AM [where's the glue??]

{Out of UhU}

THE HELL HOLE

I know. I know. The place looks decent and clean and all that. But try spending ONE night there before you say anything eh? See what it feels like. You'll start to hate the ceiling fan.

Okay, this little white thing here my man, is actually NOT a tissue paper. It's a piece of a cow DNA. MArvellous? Some idiot actually TASTED the thing an apparently it's supposed to be salty. Heh


In the library, I was complaining to Po about my Cash card. I get a kiddy one while she gets to have the professional-looking one. Po's cash card looks like some fancy ATM card. See? It says "VISA Cash". While mine....mine just has this kiddy drawing on it. Heh


Okay, my room now.


The cupboard and tables. It looks pretty decent except for the mess I was making. Well, at least there's no soft toys or anything disturbing like that. Like I said, just trying to be pragmatic.


My guitar....My sole entertainer....safely tucked away at the corner.


My bed. The notes were there, lying abandoned like that, because I was too busy doing silly unimportant things like taking pictures for your enjoyment instead of doing what I was supposed to do.


The ceiling fan that can't stop making wooshing sound, giving a false impression that I'm in some beach. I always woke up feeling pretty pissed to discover that I wasn't. Dammit.


Okay here is this artistic drawing Po and I found at the central lib. It was the only one that looks like it's trying to convey something. (the rest were of kiddy -drawings property like that in my cash card)


Broken pillar, lifeless doll. Any guess what it means anyone??

pasted RoSs. L. at 8/20/2004 11:57:00 PM [where's the glue??]

{Out of UhU}