12 OCT 2005. WEDNESDAY. 08:56PM.
I forgot to mention that last week after friday night drinkies at the Brisbane, i was lugged back to my alma mater for some late night food fair festivities. God, the last time i went back there, i had a designated parking spot and a class full of eager undergrads looking to me for sound advice (and how totally scary was that?!). I have very little sentiments attached to my old university ... despite living it large during those coming-of-age years, my fond memories lies with the house i shared with 7 other strangers, one of whom i dated, hence making the experience tremendously enjoyable. The house will filled with alot of laughter, craziness and midnight ghost stories. In the 18 months i roomed there, we had gay room-mates, a cleanliness freakiod (who bought his own mini-fridge for his room. Totally weird), some guy who only walks on his toes, gals who house forbidden pets, an apparent white witch (she said she had special powers!), and also caught some pervie peeping tom lurking outside our windows. As eclectic as the housemates were, there was never a dull moment under that roof. Ahhhh ... the crazy memories.
