morgueville,heartland living.

ooh.

i've been ranting incessantly about studying/mugging/cramming for like the past five million years. maybe i should write a memoir about the interesting days of mugging at heartland/starbucks/et al. it will be a bestseller. like 'whilst stumbling upon the comparative advantages of international trading, it dawned upon me a philosophical revelation that will save the world.' or 'while studying with edward today, we came across the truth behind lily lee li-li's gigantic behind. it is linked somewhat (substantially) to pre-maritial sex. or maybe too many 25cent macdonald ice-cream.' or 'and then i told edward, 'i really should stop day-dreaming. and start studying.' edward:yes you should. and then i told edward, 'i really should start studying. and stop day-dreaming.' edward:you should. yes.'


ahh. the prospects of doing a j.k.rowling is no doubt tempting. maybe it will be turned into the next blockbuster hit that in turn spawned into a series of sequels and prequels and a basket of potboilers. and i will be knighted.


so this may be the last time i will talk about mugging. it's sapping the colours out of me. meanwhile, i need to work out. my physical level is nothing more than jell-o.