hello everybody.

that minion in the photo (not me la) is lizakwek.

today lizakwek 'out-ted' me to sexayyyy prof. (those of you who have been most unfortunately subjected to my endless squeals over sexay prof will know exactly who im talkin about. ya so what if he has a turkey wattle nobody's perfect k haha)

as we were leaving the exam hall, she skipped (YA SHE SKIPPED i should have known she was up to no good) up to him, pointed in my general direction and said, 'SIR SHE THINKS YOU'RE VERY SEXY'

walao faint. (i think that might count as sexually harassing the prof lor)

i could only manage a squeak before scuttling out of the door. (yeah thats how cool. AS IF.)

THANKS AH LIZAKWEK.

you better hope i can graduate this semester so i never have to see him again OR ELSE. (yes i know where you live hor hohoho)

ur just lucky i frikin love you bitch! muahahahahaha. =P

okay 'scuse me y'all while i go crawl back under my rock (never to emerge again till sexay prof gets amnesia or something. seriously what are the chances of that happening!)

(sidenote: this is a great picture, i can actually see my boobies whooohoooo =D)

i am seriously going to suffer death by caffeine.

i was listless and agitated the whole of today and ive only just realised that...

...IVE NOT HAD MY COFFEE FOR TODAY.

oat milk is a lousy substitute. but now that ive had my coffee, a little rainbow just appeared over my horizon. (either that or its the withdrawal symptoms setting in)

okayyyyy back to this science crap. i better pass (thank you to gf and wengs for comin by to give me moral support in the form of threats haha i felt damn loved whoohoo) lest i have to repeat my graduating semester all because i couldnt remember what isaac newton invented in the year sixteen-hundred-and-god-knows-what. -_-"

puke.

'what a curiously exhilarating collection of words'

-pop-

so i caught We Will Rock You last night.

id almost forgotten how much i used to love Queen.

aside from bohemian rhapsody which in my opinion, is the ultimately best (ya la i know, grammatically incorrect but im trying to qualify here) sing-in-the-shower-and-make-your-family-hate-you song EVER,

radio ga-ga was my other ultimate favourite Queen tune. (er except that the song has zero hard-core rocker street cred. 'all we hear is radio ga-ga, radio goo-goo'??! seriously. -_-")

dont judge me, we all have weaknesses. (unfortunately mine is cheesy lyrics though i suspect radio ga-ga is far more profound than i actually realise k)

ANYWAY

mig ayesa is ridiculously good-looking (see above picture and hyperventilate accordingly). although he kinda turned every Queen song into a pop ditty.

its ok i still enjoyed it in an Intro to Queen 101 kind of way.

im going to dig up my old Queen record. (brian may is god)

ok needa studyyy. Listen to Queen everybodyyyyy! (kim's tip of the day on how to have an infinitely better existence) =)

i dont think very much of you at all.

(and for those of you who read my mindless ramblings, its not you laaaaa. of course not say im gonna tell you who im talkin about even if you ask me cos i like this feeling of omnipotence and mystery. ah there's my meglomaniac complex again hoho)

i am seriously seriously pissed that da yi ma is here. Translate: my shit-ass uterus is falling apart as i speak. damn unfair leh. nobody should have to go through being a woman WITH PERIODS if they dont want to. i hope next time all my kids will be BOYS muahaha

and ok fine i know this blog is getting abit pissy but I HAVE ISSUES SO THERE. =P

note to self: must start being abit nicer (abit only hor. or else i will lose my hard-earned edginess hohoho). sunshine! flowers! ribbons! =D

many many many hours later...

i have finished my (knnccb) ism.

so i was thinking about my argument on the way home and ive realised this whole research thing is rather absurd.

basically i am trying to say that:

there's like this war. women cant go shoot guns so they stay home and knit socks or something. men get really pissy about this cos actually they just really wanna stay home and knit socks too. anyway because it doesnt take all that long to knit socks, these women write some really sappy poetry. then the men start complaining cos thats like the only thing they know how to do. so there's another war. this time women can go drop bombs too. but the men get pissy cos they think only they should be allowed to wield big guns. (even if they secretly really want to knit socks hoho). anyways women write more poetry, men write more poetry. war ends. women go back to slaving over a hot stove rather than dropping bombs over some unwitting japanese or german bugger. what to do, life sucks. kthxbye.

NOW WHY DID I TAKE 5000 WORDS TO SAY THAT?! -_-"

its like prozac for clowns!

i am so veryveryveryveryveryvery stressed.

"And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended."

The King of Elfland's Daughter, Lord Dunsany

...or at least since honours year started.

and now that im nearing the end, i no longer dare to look at myself for fear that i will be unrecognizable to the naked eye.

btw hor, i know that you all are sniggering at the photo as i speak. (YA LA VERY HORRIBLE...candid shots are the best my ass hoho)

sigh anyways last week, this week and next week i only got one expression:

PAINED.

my evil doppleganger is rearing its ugly head (i must squash my mister hyde lest i end up friendless by the end of this sem. er whoever is reading this i love you hor)

yes i know thats quite cheap but desperate times must call for desperate measures.

sighhhhh.

ism (knnccb). 2 essays. 2 presentations.

the only highlight of my existence now is that i am waiting in eager anticipation for kossy wossy who is mosey-ing (wah rhyming leh im so creative whoohoo) here to come get me for din-din before training.

walao i am a tragically sad git. =/

abit melancholic now.

dunno if its cos of the deluge (really leh i think maybe the apocalypse might be less painful) of work



or maybe its cos i just watched the video for Coldplay's The Scientist (walao damn sad, and yes thats chris martin)

click here for source of weepiness: http://youtube.com/watch?v=V3Kd7IGPyeg



Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh its such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
Im going back to the start



like if you dont take out ur hanky now, consider yourself dead inside. right.

someone told me, " 'can't afford to be nice' is for people who do not have the capacity or courage to love or care for others. It kills abit of yourself when you restrain yourself from doing what you're born for - love.''

now how's that for perspective? haha. yes i have profound friends.

and i am grateful i have people like that in my life. =)

aren't these babies beautiful!

er yes im talkin about the frikin macaron.

i love macarons so much i want to live in a house made of them.

death by macaron. hohoho.

which is why i forced lizakwek(thank you wonderful godchild - awwww filial piety is so the in thing now!) to juxtapose incongruous images of what i can only describe as,

a line of macarons trotting daintily to a toilet bowl.

er right. in case y'all are wondering my blog's called 'i have verbal diarrhoea' (toilet bowl-diarrhoea, geddit?) =P

anyways i super wish i could start a food blog.

like http://www.latartinegourmande.com/ or http://www.madbaker.net/ (click either for instant happiness)

i only have one problem. (actually make that 2)

1. i cannot bake. (there is no credibility in starting a food blog about other people's culinary creations for i want people to oogle at my skill with oven and wish they were me hohoho)

2. i cannot take appetizing photos that will make my pathetic creations (should they ever come into being heaven forbid) look better than the mess of flour and water that they really are.

SIGH WHY AM I NOT LIKE NIGELLA? (or any of those people who can wield a skillet without combusting themselves)

if not i wouldnt have to worry about finding a job and i could like just set up a bakery and make macarons all day (omg macaroooooooooooons)

anyways i have spent the weekend polo-ing (damn fun but super sunburnt. go redtide!) and i have sibeh alot of work to do.

later y'all. =)

oh the days of our youth and glory long gone!

HAHA AS IF. (i dont know if i had any glory to begin with hoho)

that said, i reallyreallyreally love this photo. (come to think of it, the wall seems to feature alot more than we do. whoever took this photo is askin for a beating from me)

taken just after nationals in j2! (18 seems so long ago)

hahahaha ok fi, you can add another one to ur list of birthday blog posts dedicated to you.

you are totally kick-ass and i love youuuuuu! =)