Bleep

There's something about trips going north that soothes the proverbial savage beast in me (yes, there is one lurking beneath my kikay exterior). It could be that the (tres cool) SCTEX is such a delightful cruise or the fact that the clouds today practically told me a secret. A change in routine is therapeutic, I must say.

It really is rather refreshing to wake and get up before the sun is up. What do you know, sunlight really does wonders. And the sky was so clear and bright. Hay. Colors.

Something tells me the following days will be worth waking up to.

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So I watch high school musical 3 at every free chance I get (which has become every other day) and every time gives me goosebumps of sorts.

I've had two senior years in my life and nothing compares to watching hsm3 senior year. Yesss... whataloser. Let me recall my own high school senior year...

...

Big whoop.

As for the college version, I suppose I had more fun here being busy with my last sem, the tres fabu shalala yearbook, and playing villain to most of my friends.

Ulk. I don't hab a layp. I relate better to musical teenybopper flicks than reality.

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It's official. I've boarded the single forever ship and it's leaving the dock. Adios.

And I blame Edward Cullen for it. I should have heeded my friend's warning and stayed away from the Twilight saga (after all, I've put off the reading list for almost two years; now I buckle). She explicitly told me to get into a relationship first before I read about the hawtie hawt hawt vampire lest my standards shoot up to unbelievable, unattainable heights. Well, too late for that. So yes, mortals, goodbye!

I had to use my weird bengali accent when reading his parts so he won't have to be sooooo perfect. My plan failed. There's nothing more I can do with the Edward Cullen in my head.

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How's pink hair for me? Likey?

Wig courtesy of ate riz.