absolutum dominium

it's friday night and i'm at home. god i feel like a no-lifer. but oh well. we all gotta make the best of things anyway.

i've been having strange and realistic dreams every night for the past few nights. i'm not very sure why, but they usually seem very real. even though the circumstances are absurd, such as a situation where i dreamt tt one of the law school students was a social escort by night and tt his pairing with another law school student was merely a cover. hmm.

but tt is out-of-point. i like my lessons, but i feel like a slacker. reading itself isn't all too hard; my problem is tt i hate having to look for books and photocopying them. my ideal world would be a place where every single article is available online. unfortunately, tt usually isn't the case. if it is, you have to pay for it. goddammit, coz i don't have a credit card.

speaking of which, you can rent lockers at law fac from http://www.rent-a-locker.com/nus. it's $21.00 for 1 year. problem is tt i don't have a debitable credit card. so please any dear kind soul who is willing to share a locker with me (okay, dear kind soul whose name begins with 'b', ends with 'n', and has a debit card, can you *please* apply for the locker so tt i don't have to lug around a bag about as heavy as your army signal sack all day? *innocent wide-eyed look*), can you help me apply for a locker online?

today wasn't too much to talk about. for one, i'm home early on a friday night. bleah. and i'm alone too. bleah x 2. yucks. this dependency thing is kinda bugging me. last time i could be my own best friend (oops! no offence to all my best/good friends) and hang out with myself; now i feel a little lost, like i'm without my other arm. something like tt. i guess the only upside is tt i'm not the only one (i hope *crosses fingers*). i think the btc campus is better when you're rich - or if you have a car or unlimited access to cabs. otherwise braving the sweltering heat and humidity to walk up the slope, such tt by the time you reach the cafeteria you've lost enough water to fill up the pond in the botanic gardens... it can be a bit of a damper on your spirits.

we studied in the library with diana before lecture. or rather, i tried to study with her until mr. sleepy dog came by and proclaimed tt he wanted to eat. then we spent more time at the cafe than we did upstairs, and diana helped us get a big plate of free broccoli. yay! we love broccoli.

after lecture, diana had insurance law, so together with reformed ah beng gangster kk (i.e. mr. sleepy dog's kwan), whose name mr. sleepy dog purposely continues to misspell, we trooped off to al-azhar (once again) for pre-dinner food. i order the plaster prata and tissue prata; and i still think their milo dinosaur is perfecto. yay!

after tt, mr. sleepy dog and kk sent me back, before going off together to mastur... *cough* i mean... gamble. yesh yesh. play poker. tt is it. so while i'm having dinner with my parents tonight, the two of them are happily gambling their friday nights away. yay!

and my mom still thinks tt i am demonspawn. whoopie. i'm actually curious as to how long i can hold a non-verbal relationship with her for. it's been going on for at least a month now. all i have to do is keep this up long enough, and then i can fuck off. yay! :)