Friday, April 07, 2006
strawberries and creme
whenever the 3 dysfunctional law students get together, we inevitably come up with the strangest political, philosophical or legal discussions. tonight it started out as a debate against gnostic christians and the discovery of what is known as the gospel of judas, to the progress package and the concept of slavery, especially slavery for monetary recompense.
but i digress. today was a beautiful sunshiney day.
we'd met for lunch at varnier coz our dear late-to-bed and later-to-rise friend had decided tt he would attempt to have lunch for the first in a long time in ubc. his good intentions finally came to fruition, although for the better half of the afternoon he was in a lethargic and EXTREMELY grouchy mood. like an old man.
and it was such a contrast to the nice bright peachy day.
diana brought us from varnier to the rose gardens to check out the cherry blossoms and the other assorted trees tt had started to bloom, but because i have no pre-disposition towards pastel colours, i didn't consider pastel pink trees pretty. only if they're bright vibrant colours, like hot pink or electric orange, will i say they look gorgeous. anyway we stumbled upon some miscellaneous filming on location at the rose garden, but after some time we decided tt watching them film was a waste of valuable time, so after some bickering and much more grouchiness from our grouchy friend, we decided tt it would be a peachy idea to go to the starbucks at agronomy and study outside the cafe to soak up the sunshine.
i ordered a strawberries and creme frappacino from starbucks - considering tt it is the same price as a normal mocha or latte. or not significantly more expensive, at least. strawberries and creme is a rich, sweet and creamy drink. incredibly sinful, as are all drinks blended with ice, milk, sweet strawberry syrup and topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream; but it reminds you of summer and warmth and pretty pink flowers. of the lively vibrant sort, at least.
tried to study for my homicide take-home on my laptop, and somehow what was precipitated by an unexpected chat with a friend of a friend became a full-blown afternoon conversation about life stories and beliefs and the like. and somewhere along the way my laptop ran out of battery and the screen went black, but it's one of those non-events.
it's indescrible. somehow you feel closer to, like you know more, but yet more questions are raised, and some you want to ask and some you know the other wants to ask, but yet no one really wants to ask them. so you think and reflect but you're not sure what you're thinking or reflecting on.
but i guess it's all good. it's just interesting, although interesting, this so-called neutral word, has been used so many times its meaning has become ambiguous.
as evening comes around, i realise tt today has not been a good day for studying. but with any other day, i don't see days as wasted, because everyday sometimes bring different experiences, and in some way you learn more about the things around you or even about yourself.
sometimes i think about the natalie imbruglia song 'torn' and the line "i’m cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor" and sometimes i wonder if i am in tt position because i feel vulnerable tt way. sometimes you never really know, but i trust tt everything will be ok.
dinner, coffee, supper... and i'm back in my room. tomorrow's another day. hopefully we'll get more studying done, though. heh. spousal homicide disturbs me.
and on an unrelated note, for a nice article to end your evening, read xenoboy's "the danger of silence". tragic, poignant and thought-provoking.
3.56 am update: this will spoil the post but i don't care. superbly irritated. kanina. stupid motherfucker set fire to some row of chairs or other, triggering the fire alarm at 3.30am at night. knnccb. nabeh waste my fucking time go downstairs for fuck so tt they can put the fire out. stupid childish fuckers. this is why we need hall activities in nus. so tt the students can channel their energies into something other than causing great irritation for the rest of the goddamn world. tmd.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
but i digress. today was a beautiful sunshiney day.
we'd met for lunch at varnier coz our dear late-to-bed and later-to-rise friend had decided tt he would attempt to have lunch for the first in a long time in ubc. his good intentions finally came to fruition, although for the better half of the afternoon he was in a lethargic and EXTREMELY grouchy mood. like an old man.
and it was such a contrast to the nice bright peachy day.
diana brought us from varnier to the rose gardens to check out the cherry blossoms and the other assorted trees tt had started to bloom, but because i have no pre-disposition towards pastel colours, i didn't consider pastel pink trees pretty. only if they're bright vibrant colours, like hot pink or electric orange, will i say they look gorgeous. anyway we stumbled upon some miscellaneous filming on location at the rose garden, but after some time we decided tt watching them film was a waste of valuable time, so after some bickering and much more grouchiness from our grouchy friend, we decided tt it would be a peachy idea to go to the starbucks at agronomy and study outside the cafe to soak up the sunshine.
i ordered a strawberries and creme frappacino from starbucks - considering tt it is the same price as a normal mocha or latte. or not significantly more expensive, at least. strawberries and creme is a rich, sweet and creamy drink. incredibly sinful, as are all drinks blended with ice, milk, sweet strawberry syrup and topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream; but it reminds you of summer and warmth and pretty pink flowers. of the lively vibrant sort, at least.
tried to study for my homicide take-home on my laptop, and somehow what was precipitated by an unexpected chat with a friend of a friend became a full-blown afternoon conversation about life stories and beliefs and the like. and somewhere along the way my laptop ran out of battery and the screen went black, but it's one of those non-events.
it's indescrible. somehow you feel closer to, like you know more, but yet more questions are raised, and some you want to ask and some you know the other wants to ask, but yet no one really wants to ask them. so you think and reflect but you're not sure what you're thinking or reflecting on.
but i guess it's all good. it's just interesting, although interesting, this so-called neutral word, has been used so many times its meaning has become ambiguous.
as evening comes around, i realise tt today has not been a good day for studying. but with any other day, i don't see days as wasted, because everyday sometimes bring different experiences, and in some way you learn more about the things around you or even about yourself.
sometimes i think about the natalie imbruglia song 'torn' and the line "i’m cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor" and sometimes i wonder if i am in tt position because i feel vulnerable tt way. sometimes you never really know, but i trust tt everything will be ok.
dinner, coffee, supper... and i'm back in my room. tomorrow's another day. hopefully we'll get more studying done, though. heh. spousal homicide disturbs me.
and on an unrelated note, for a nice article to end your evening, read xenoboy's "the danger of silence". tragic, poignant and thought-provoking.
3.56 am update: this will spoil the post but i don't care. superbly irritated. kanina. stupid motherfucker set fire to some row of chairs or other, triggering the fire alarm at 3.30am at night. knnccb. nabeh waste my fucking time go downstairs for fuck so tt they can put the fire out. stupid childish fuckers. this is why we need hall activities in nus. so tt the students can channel their energies into something other than causing great irritation for the rest of the goddamn world. tmd.
# posted by Kitana @ 4/07/2006 06:12:00 PM 
