On Her Majesty's Secret Service

You know it's PMS when you burst into tears after watching a James Bond movie.

Exam Philosophy.

I wonder if success is a state of mind. If you think you're going to be a success, you will be; but if you think you're going to be screwed, you will be just that. I think something just clicks into place if you have the former mentality, and you work faster, more effectively and you know instinctively just what to do. The right things stay in your head longer and you know where you're going, all rather effortlessly. Of course, working hard is an essential part in it, but really, you can work hard and be a blundering fool and get nowhere and obtain nothing in the end.

So now for trying out my theories for my very non-studied-for Biology 303 exam on Monday.

Won't You Be My Friend?

HEHEHE!!!

In an attack of homeseickness:

This picture, i think, is going to be one all 5 of us will look back on and smile and say things like, "Wah, see last time Barn so hamsum." or "Ruth did you gain any weight at all??" or someone's kid will say, "Mother why you look so toot?"

The Sisters Yang.

The Sisters Yang and Father.

Ahli and I show our enthusiasm.

This one is here because it made me laugh very loudly to myself in the Beanery. So embarrassing. Look at Nigel's face!!!

I want a brother.

Hmph.

We Have Snow. Snow Snow Snow Snow.

December blew in all it's snowy glory, layering a fat coat of snow on any surface that would hold it. Snow makes you appreciate a few things more than you would on an average day, or if you had a warm December. The effects of warm soup in vietnamese noodles spreads so much more effectively. Coffee in a crowded coffee shop smells satisfyingly richer, the couch is softer and you sink deeper into the cushions. As i sip coffee and wait for my feet to completely resurrect from the dead after being stamped around in inches of snow encased most inadequately in Converses, the appreciatability of jazz and warm feet becomes so much more apparent. I wonder if the man across the room meditatively picking his nose feels the same way when he watches the fat snowflakes drift by the window.