i hate how facebook arm-twists me into calling people my friends who aren't my friends. but it's an odd sort of hatred, it makes me laugh more than anything else. i suppose one day i might be grateful for the enforced communication with people i may not be fond of but who might come in handy when i'm out of college and hopelessly destitute because my major is v useless :D
btw stef, if you wanta be cuttin some fringes i will gladly provide you with scissors. or garden shears. i've nv been so thoroughly annoyed by a lock of hair.
fall '07 couture pics have hit the net! how lovely, it's like the Chambre Syndicale empathized with my post-work boredom and internet addiction to give me Feast for Senses. actually just one Sense, but i can conjure up the lush heaviness of all that fabric and the smell of... hairspray? seems entirely possible judging from the coiffures.
so far i've been enjoying the prospect of cramming 18 years' worth of singaporean-based friendships into these 7 weeks before i fly, and then it occurred to me that this might incur the unintended effect of making me feel even more disconnected and mizerable when i leave. then again the people i expect to miss the most when i'm at wesleyan i've (figuratively) left before, and for fairly long periods of time considering i'm only 19, so i'm quite confident they'll still be around until whenever. even if it takes a while to plug friendship in again.
