Saturday, April 16, 2005 // 1:04 AM

humanz barbeque, humamz barbeque, was pretty good. things get funny with the retard card games and seniors wrestling each other into the pool. what i would like is orchard road at night, a day after the rain and without, say, the new-year's crowd to jostle with, no bus schedule to adhere to. i see now how we might eventually grow up into people who come to sit at cafes all day, talking about everything in the world.

i have been thinking about how andrew says the music taste in our class is fairly one-sided, alternative-skewed, lacking in variation. andrew, who is the single most media literate person i know, who would have me believing that Fifty Cent is some sort of good artiste. i cant believe i am even thinking of listening to rap, i used to be such a musical puritan. i would like a free afternoon to waste at the cd store, sampling cd after cd after cd.

i really wanted to cry when they lost the polo match. walking out of ccab i saw hockers at their pitch, and i am thinking: in three months i am going to be here and i am either going to be breaking my neck or breathing easy. it is easy for me to say that i think hc can trash the competition, i dont want to be on that team, seriously, because i think about three months and how short that is, very, very, very short. it takes me longer than that to learn one flip, even with training being twice as intensive as the jc kind, dont even speak of trying to learn three.

i jump at your name. overexposure is getting over you.