Chocolate morning.. (16th of August)

A big fat hug was given as I walked out of the toilet...Haven't felt this warm panpan hug for a week long>3<

Anyway I don't think I've ever had breakie this early with panpan. So we had no idea where to go as we met up. It might be the first time ever to have chocolate for breakie>3> He ordered this pancake and I ordered this dish to fill up my stomach. Silent breakie time with my clumsiness cutting the butter which someone was calling me like a baby cutting her butter...And I ate the whole thing because korara didn't want to waste any food...Butter is not just a flavour...It's FOOD for me...so shush...

Going to Burwood afterwards because we had nothing else to do...Nothing much really, only talking for the rest of the time at the park. We saw those two Asian girls there taking selfies with different poses like no tomorrow>.> Was such a funny thing to see btw...He scrolled down my photos and found my student's self reflection, the one I took last time in his house, has cracked him up quite a bit. And my love for DJ equipment is shown from how many photos I took on my phone. :3 We also talked about some HSC stuff such as he sees himself as a dumbo for not getting into the course he wanted. I might not sound encouraging enough for telling him to look on the bright side...But yeah..>.> There are so many pathways other than uni right? Uni is not everyone's thing isn't it...

Coming back to finish those 20 pages of reading for international relation was the first thing I did. Most of the time I highlighted some major points that I found during my reading time. To ensure I didn't miss anything, I did some mini revision by reading through the lecture slides again...

Tonight I watched that movie again, to let myself drown into some unimaginable traumatic memories from cultural terror as the story progresses...I wouldn't believe myself to choose this movie for my critical review for my internship, but along with the act of bravery from the prostitutes who voluntarily replaced the school girls who were meant to be sent to the Japanese as sex slaves, this theme is the perfect example to manifest that particular form of art I like.

Lastly...In my point of view, sleeping buddy is as if a friend with benefit for me. I don't get how a guy and a girl don't have any affections when lying on the same bed...Somebody seems like he starts to tell me a lot more than I used to know...So I start to have doubt in how I used to see him as an innocent one...