Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Song playing right now:
Baby face, When will i see you again

Gotta change my playlist. Gotta clean that soppy stuff right outta here. After listening to I want it that way for the umpteenth time already, still love that song. Love that song so much.

I hate my timetable it is set like a stone.


SEMESTER ONE









































































Time Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
9     ENGSCI 211    
10     CHEMMAT 221    
11          
12 CHEMMAT 211 CHEMMAT 221 CHEMMAT 211    
1          
2 CHEMMAT 221     CHEMMAT 221 CHEMMAT 221
3 ENGSCI 211 ENGSCI 211   ENGSCI 211 CHEMMAT 211
4 CHEMMAT 241 CHEMMAT 241   CHEMMAT 211 CHEMMAT 211


SEMESTER TWO









































































Time Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
9     ENGGEN 202 ENGGEN 202  
10     CHEMMAT 212    
11       CHEMMAT 213  
12 ENGGEN 203 ENGGEN 203     CHEMMAT 213
1          
2 ENGGEN 202 CHEMMAT 212 CHEMMAT 213 CHEMMAT 231 CHEMMAT 213
3 CHEMMAT 212 CHEMMAT 212 CHEMMAT 212 CHEMMAT 231
4       CHEMMAT 213 ENGGEN 203


sucks like a stone, going up a garden hose.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Ker Han if you are reading this, Relationships are a bad thing. They do nothing for a man.


Examples.

Paul is not a man anymore.
Stefan isn't the swinger he used to be.
Ronald was never a man's man and now he never will be.


Relationships are far more trouble than they are worth. Steer clear of all contact with females that might result in a relationship.

You have been worned. Like an old shirt.

Very often people loose track of what they love. There are two things that get mixed up. A person and a relationship. One can love a person, but not the relationship. And one can love the relationship, and not really the person. I guess I love the person, but not the relationship. I am not a relationship person. I'd end my life now if it were painless and easy, and not requiring me to go through alot of trouble. Pity we don't have tall accessible builinds in NZ.

How lame, it can be otherwise reworded into I can't be stuffed killing myself.