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oh...side note...fang says im e most bitchy one in our clique...man...i dunno whether to be happy or incredibly sad to receive this dubious honour.... >_<

i passed the interview for LTB TA...yay!!!!! prof kong enjoyed the interview session wif me...haha...ok...partly i am so glad i took FT...hrm...pple to say FT is useless...i certainly dun think so...at least it has helped me wif interviews n presentation dressing n so on...heh...sound so vain hor? =P

i am so super duper glad we've finally submitted the BLARDY corp(se) (<--so says vic) proj today...even thou we were totally screwed...and for many reasons which i will proceed 2 talk abt in this entry....so if u're tired of me whining abt THIS PROBLEM...dun read...haha...

and pls bear wif my incoherance cos im surviving on like 8hrs of sleep spread across 60 hrs...

today n yesterday haf been incredibly bad...but since this entry shall focus on ONLY my corp(se) problem...shall not mention all e other suay n shitty things tt happened...

well, i learnt tt the only thing worse than grp mates who do not do work is to have a grp mate tt likes to poke her nose into everybody else's work and make changes to it...AND FAIL to remember the changes...AND decide to hush hush n NOT tell the rest of the grp till 2 HRS before the proj submission time...and have everyone else scrambling to change the report and excel and analysis....OMG....like wad ritchie said "who needs enemies when u haf such grp mates?"

i have said many many bitchy tings abt this person...all who haf seen my nick over the last 2 days can testify tt yes...i SO DO WANNA SLAP HER....and MURDER HER...and the list of evil things ru wans to do to her juz goes on....i think GOD will not forgive me or tiff ("witchy", yes i call her that!, being the holy one, was quite taken aback when we started cussing and swearing during the meeting)...but it sure helped me get it off my chest....

fortunately i had tiff there to share the "shitload" wif me man...she was so cool compared to me...haha...thou i think u nearly lost it today when she sprang tt final surprise on us....HEH...but well, i love u, tiff!!!! =) =) =)

oh...and wy wasn much help...he juz sat there e whole time serving as a mediator....he doesn do work for the editting and the formatting at all lo...HAIZ..but i seriously, honestly prefer tt to witchy's kind of person....

WHATEVER la...am juz so glad to haf stevie being such a nice prof n all...i sure hope he wun penalise us when we handed in e report late....and no hard copy cos the sch printers decided to die on all the corp pple rushing to print their proj...seriously...there were 191 pending docs to be printed n the printers juz DIED....cos of power shortage...hahaha...how funny come to think of it....well, renny's grp actually went home to bring a printer to sch to print...chinz's grp went to coro to print....haiz....and as for us...we juz heck n send in soft copy...and burn eveyrthing else onto disc n slide it under the prof's office door.....hmm...hope he really wun go n step on it on monday...

well...for now...im juz hoping monday's presentation will go smoothly...shall see how on sunday...thank goodness she has to go church n be holy and wun turn up....*phew*

i muz first clarify that, while i have nothing against christians...i find it INCREDIBLY difficult to work on projects wif them!!!!! UGH.....

maybe it's just me...but everytime i schedule meetings wif christian grp mates, there will always be a lot of problems...one moment cell grp meeting...next moment church service...another time say church anniversary....kaoz....last time during company law it was liddat...now for blardy corp also liddat...GRR....

spent the whole day in sch again..what's new? seems like sch is becoming a 2nd home to me now...UGH...how i loathe the thought of that!!!!

up to my neck in a pile of projects....finance, corp, mktg...oh man...i dunno y im so stressed!!!!
perhaps cos i dun yet see the physical form of the reports coming along...and im just a paranoid person!!! UGH....but some teeny tiny part of me is quite psyched up by the stress....am m weird or wad????

up till now it still doesn come naturally for him to intro me to his frens...especially those YEP pple with whom he will spend one whole mth of holidays wif... =(

oh man....this is like how silly...thanks des for sending me dis....

http://asiantown.net/blog/fla/are_you_dumb.swf

sure put a smile to my face while i was dying in com law....

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flu got worse...it's e stage where i cannot breathe and that e phlegm is clogging my whole system...gross man....and to top it off...im starting to burn up wif fever and there's tt irritating migrane tt's KILLING ME... =(

dear came home to have lunch with me today... *smilez*

but he's gotta go back sch for meeting later....

i am getting a flu!!! =( great...best time to fall sick man....when ALL my PROJECTS are piling up...and when i have ABSOLUTELY no time....

been sniffling the whole of yest and it got worse today...and im getting a blardy sore throat as wel....*croak*

and dear is very busy with his own stuff....meetings all day with his proj grp and YEP shit...and even smux stuff....dun wanna add to his stress....but i wan someone to sayang me n give me TLC... =(

mktg quiz over...oh man....i aint gonna do well dis time round...walked out feeling quite crap....

gotta give PDM points for innovation man...he actually printed e quiz qns on the back of the OAS...all 25 of them...my GOD...crazy la....font so tiny i nearly went blind...and best thing: e options for each qn were not labelled! hah...he said label according to the order they appear...so e 1st option is A, 2nd option B and so on...extra work lo...n in e end still muz transfer ans onto e OAS...grrr....

but i am not gonna do well...can only blame myself for not studying as hard as i shd have...UGH...stupid corp project....sapped up so much of my energy...

but den again...makes me feel quite stupid when i JUST PASSED when 31% of my class got 90% and above....sheesh....

oh well....i owe tiff chocolate buffet....haha....christmas maybe? =P

this is amazing!!! i passed my corp!!! oh ma...i love stevie!!!!!! =)

The short story you are about to read is written by a 15 year old girl studying in Raffles, who won the Commonwealth Essay Contest! I think it's a really moving piece...i liked it very much....and it sort of reminded me of Joy Luck Club...


What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent.

The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.

'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut andhurled it angrily toward the backseat.

The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.

The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.

'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.

The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.

Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.

Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.

Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes.

She bowed once more.

The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.

She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.

She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar.

Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.

The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.

Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder.

She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.

'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead.

We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly.

Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home.

There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.'

'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.

This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.

'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?'

What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.'

Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...

Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'

Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...

And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.

OOH...dear did damn well for his Biz Law...am so proud of him.... =)
haha..he said it liao...for every A+ he has at e end of term, I get a treat...whee....*grinz*

hrm...the exerpts below are taken fr an article im supposed to edit for my club magazine...some parts have been omitted to protect the identity of certain people and associations....comments are my own....heh...

"I love Japanese food. So when I heard of the chance to do sushi making, I pounced on the chance." --- you do not DO sushi making....you MAKE sushi

"Our first dish to be learnt was 'Pan-fried Chicken Served With Teriyaki Sauce'. My last encounter with teriyaki was the teriyaki burger ages ago, but this time I am learning how to make the sauce. However before this, we were all introduced to the basic essentials of Japanese sauces needed for cooking. We have the Japanese Shoyu which is like the Japanese version of our soya sauce. We also have the Japanese Honmirin which is a sweet yellowish looking sauce that is the crux of all Japanese cooking and of course the Japanese Sake which is used for drinking and cooking. We were told after the Teriyaki sauce was made, chefs normally keep them for up to six months, something not exactly very appetizing to me. While the demonstration was done new usage of words was also taught to me. I learnt that not just humans sweat but carrots also ‘sweat’ when they are added to stocks or sauces to ‘sweat’ out their sweetness. " --- er...i think everyone has just lost their appetite lo...

"The main lead for Japanese cooking was introduced to us after pan fried chicken; Japanese ‘Sushi Rice’, shorter than our normal Thai fragrant rice but personally I find it so much better. Now I know why sushi rice is always so delicious, it’s because, sugar, salt and vinegar are added. The experience of the chef was evident when instead of the normal rice cooker, a wooden tub was produced to let the rice sit in. With the main lead, of course we must the supporting cast, which consisted of seaweed, avocado, crab sticks, Japanese cucumber, mayonnaise and of course the small orange jewels of ebiko. With the full cast in, the stage is set." ---hello? is this a playwriting competition?! and rice can be "short"?!?!? *pengs*

"A favorite of Singaporeans the California maki is not as simple to make as it seems. The exact spot must be rolled at or the maki will end up either too fat or simply bursting. " --- @_@'''

"People were keen to eat the chef’s creation but hesitant to eat their own friends. " --- of cos no person in e right mind woud eat their own friends...

"The sushi when pressed had to be pressed firmly but not too tight and had to done only in a few presses of the sushi would be too warm. " --- at this point, i give up....

"The session was informative and enriching but I think for me, the best way to enjoy Japanese food, would be still from the chef’s hands and not my own." --- you want to be fed?!


"I am more suited to be a student than a chef, much less a Japanese one." --- please...u're not suited to be a writer either...

OH MY GAWD...almost died laughing while reading it....some people just CANNOT WRITE....(okay okay...i admit...my comments were a tad bit mean) not tt my ang mo is that powerful, but at least decent enuff to get me on the editor's board huh...haha....im certainly gonna have a hell of a time editting this piece of work....*faints*

"because i didnt think i cld spend the rest of my life with him and that i couldnt see myself enduring how he was treating me in the long run"

this is what a fren told me...sigh...

am feeling dissatisfied and unhappy...and i know e reason y...
it's all a facade...all juz to shut me up...
lies...cover ups...all a game...

i am so so so (^infinity) SCREWED for my corp reporting....F*** man....im gonna fail e F***ing paper....max max max i can get is like 25% for it...BLARDY HELL...have ZERO idea what days in operation was all about....wadever shit knowledge i haf is fr finance...and i totally forgot about using it....too brain dead man....AND i didn find ROE using e freaking decomposed method...cant' he juz use "Du Pont"???? i would have understood man...wad e heck is DECOMPOSED method?!?!?!? *scream in frustration* juz praying very very hard that he wun give me a big fat ZERO...at least some sympathy marks for getting the ROE figure right even thou i used a different method...UGH!!!!

wad a sucky end to an o/w wonderful morning class....which was finance btw....and y was i SO MEGA happy dis morning? cos for e 1st time in like 8 yrs(since pri sch) i got 100% for my finance mid-term!!! i was so super surprised and stunned when i got back my paper man....

BUT.....all e happy feelings was gone in a flash immediately after i saw e STUPID corp paper....so wad if i can smell the A+ for finance??? F***ing so wad??? it's gonna take a miracle to give me at least a C for corp (NO PUN INTENDED)....at dis point...i think im barely gonna pass....there goes my GPA...totally washed down e drain....

*screams*

D is attached!!! oh man...haha...after all e talk abt not being able to commit...blah blah blah... haha...well, best wishes for e budding relationship... =) mayb can go on double date next time... whee...

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got stupid corp quiz today...am so gonna die for it...help me man...

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some pple juz like to step on my tail....cant u see im in a bad mood...GRRRR.....

goodbye timmy n sasha...you guys will be missed dearly....*sniff*
take care for it's a big bad world out there...

daddy didn even give me a chance to send u off!!!!

sometimes i wonder y do i even bother spending time wif someone who doesn appreciate it? who in fact might think of me as a nuisance...an obstruction...a distraction perhaps from greater goals n ambitions...

when there are those whom i neglect...who are missing my presence in their lives? these pple are those who care for me, love me for who i am, and yet i dun spend as much time as i shd wif them...i dunno how i shd be feeling...guilt? regret?

i know i havent been a good sister, or daughter...or even grand daughter...i wasn there when my sis was feeling low...i didn coach her for her exams as i shd...i think i even spend more time coaching my tutee(when im not even paid) than my own little sis...*sighs* i hope she doesn blame me...but i think she complains tt there isn anyone there for her...which is y she likes to go to her fren's house so often...for companionship...den when mom was sick i didn really "take care" of her...most i did was to drive my sis to n fr class to "relieve" mom...i know mom complains too...she complains im always not home...tt we dun spend time tghr as a family...and tt i hardly go visit grandpa nowadays....but tt i feel i shd not be blamed for...everytime i go grandpa's hse he also doesn talk to me...he's at e mahjong table e whole time...so wad's e pt for me to go?

melancholic feelings again...ah well...guess it comes as a package along wif e sad reality tt mid-term hols are ending... =( and wad did i do on e last beautiful sat of my holiday? i stayed at home!!!! for goodness' sake....EEK...wad's happening to me? dear's hardworking attitude has rubbed off me in a sense...but i get so damn frustrated seeing him work so hard...n den i feel like i have "no life" cos even times spent tghr wif him is to study...

he's stressed n it stresses me out seeing him stressed...and it also stresses me out tt im not working as hard...and im also stressed tt im not gettin a break to recharge fr all dis shit gg on ard me... *groan* cyclical argument...HELP...

You are green. Perhaps one of the most balanced of
all the colors. By balanced, I mean balanced
in both bad and good parts. Let me elaborate:
You're a natural, and somewhat superficial
person. You're extremely generous, but, to add
to the confusion, you're frugal and stingy.
You're a forgiving, but jealous person. You're
imaginative, but still logical. At sometimes,
you're a complete neat-freak, and other times,
you're a total slob. You're very stable, but
undependable. But onto the other traits that
are associated with this color... You're a
stubborn person, simply put. Do you believe in
Feng Shui? Green is closely related to the
thought of having a balanced environment, you
know. When in a bad situation, you're
painfully pessimistic, and when you're in a
good situation, you're extremely optimistic. A
fairly outgoing and amused person, you enjoy
talking to people, and hearing their thoughts
on different things. As a plus, when people
hang around you, it seems like time passes by
all the more quickly.

In a second grade sex education class, a little girl asks,

Teacher, can my momma get pregnant?"
The teacher asks, "How old is your mother?"
The little girl says, "Forty."
The teacher says, "Yes, your mother could get pregnant."
The little girl asks, "Can my big sister get pregnant?"
The teacher asks, "How old is your sister?"
The little girl answers, "Nineteen."
The teacher says, "Oh my yes, your sister certainly could get pregnant."
The little girl asks, "Can I get pregnant?"
The teacher asks, "How old are you?"
The little girl says, "I'm seven years ! ! old."
The teacher says, "No, you can't get pregnant."
The little boy behind the little girl gives her a poke and says, "See, I told you we had nothing to worry about."

got this from ting's blog....so silly but so cute... =)

went to read WW's blog today...so damn farnie...e entry abt contact lenses...i think i was giggling away until e pple in e same room was wondering wad's wrong wif me...hahaha...ok.....in a good mood now... =)

FREAKING bitch is going on sunday...DAMN IT....I DUN LIKE HER....

down with a terrible migrane and a tummy upset....*groan*

muz be the food i had yesterday man...went for food tasting and tried 6 main dishes, 2 desserts, 3 cocktails and 1 mocktail...wadever u call it....e mix obviously doesn go well wif my tummy man...sob sob sob...had a major puking session at e end of it...was in such a daze i couldn make my way home...ended up taking a cab cos i didn wanna faint in e bus or sth....HAIZ....

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GL and YN are so irritating...they are like pissing e hell outta me...GRRR....

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ooh..tiff went for the american idol concert last nite...so envious...wish i had bought tix to go too!! sounds so fun and exciting!!!! but tiff ar...cannot see e pix at all ley....only e JPL ones came out... haha....muz be destined! muahaha...and send me the songs!!!! i wan!!!!

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poo's bday tml...poor guy...got exams on his bday....haha...xiang dang nian....o levels and a levels also e same for me....thanks goodness dis yr's bday is on saturday! heng ar!!! =)

company law is over at last....don't think i'll do fantastically well...damn....didn know that there was a secret article 44 on table A....UGH....stupid stupid stupid.....
next up on e list is freaking corp reporting...which i feel super un-confident about.... =(

so many damn projects to do!!! marketing and corp and finance...UGH...am so gonna be brain dead this week....heng i neva sign up for the 3-day sailing thingy...not e right time to go man...

dear is gona be busy....no time for me again...haiz...come to think of it, e past few weeks have been hectic...hardly spend quality time tghr...hrms...n i realised our conversations generally revolve ard sch...however limited n boring tt may be.....so sad....it tt wad happens when both parties in the relationship are in e same environment? and he doesn like to talk abt his classmates, or his stuff....and he usually doesn ask me abt mine unless i offer to talk abt it....unless i get into this really chatty mood...o/w it's quite quiet...realised tt for some time now...over meals it tends to get quiet....i notice pple fr other tables yakking...n den we're juz eating our food...mind is wandering dunno where liao...hrm... isn there sth tt can be done? if not does it juz continue fr here?

in dis world...if u got a car n lots of money....u win....
hahaha...

*phew* spent e whole nite trying to change e layout a bit...haha...does this look better than e old version? oh wellz...i like my new picture anyway... =P

*yay* i got elected into bondue exco!!!!! *cheer cheer cheer*
thanks to everyone who voted for me!!! =)

finance midterm is over....e paper was much easier than expected...HENG AR! *grinz* but den i foresee that everyone will do well also...but better than everyone failing...hahaha...went for supper wif tiff n vic after...to celebrate a late children's day n e end of finance paper...we ordered chicken wing, stingray, kang kong n fried rice...and i had my coconut drink...den they were making jokes abt how pple take too much kang kong will become stupid...silly jokes and all...haha..wad a great end to a lousy week...

hrm..dear wans me to mention that he had big prawn mee for dinner last nite...haha...and we're gonna makan sushi today!!! =)

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