My vanity at having a new blogskin is making me addicted to blogging again- not that that's a bad thing, but it is when I've got an exam tomorrow which I am almost definitely screwed for, but I honestly don't really care about soil. Apparently, in place of the soil module of environmental chemistry, they used to learn about how much poison could kill someone. I think that would have been the preferable alternative to... well... soil. Soil.

Sigh. I don't like soil. Why in the world would I ever need to know that cation exchange capacity is the extent to which the soil can give the roots of a plant cations and minerals that the plant might need? (Ooh, I did that from memory. Niceee.)
On a happier note, because of the nostalgia felt at listening to Kireida, I went back into my hard disk for my old computer and dug up a whole load of songs that I used to listen to- both Japanese and English, and one or two Chinese too- so I could open them on iTunes to listen to. I'm currently listening to an old favourite by Lead; more memories for me from that band, I used to love their lead singer because he was adorable. But I digress. Listening to all these songs reminds me of old laughs. Old jokes. Times long gone,





And the girl I used to be.

(P.S: Is it just me or do I look marginally better now?)