I'm not used to being happy for so long.

But I'm lovin' it.

There's always one guy in your life...

who might have had...


the most awful hairstyle,








the most ugly outfit, (R.A. everyone!!!)









said the most awful words,
SAY sexual napalm to Jessica Simpson!




flirted with women that disgust you,









never knew of your existence,
but you'll still adore him.

I don't want a play-by-play of your break-up.

My friend is giving all her 385 'friends' (including me) what she's going through after her break-up which...let me check...happened three hours ago.

She has since cried in town (she just said 'town' I don't know exactly where in town) and 'pointed' a middle finger at him.

I was going to sigh and complain about the things that people post on FB. But then I realised: It's their choice! Who am I to judge?! I'm not the one in her shoes. Maybe she needs comfort right now.

So I've decided to blog about something else instead. Something I always blog about! heh heh heh. Coz that's the most interesting thing that happens in my life you see.

My mum has been nagging at me to....get attached! When I was 20, I thought I was too young for a relationship. Now I'm 21 (and the right age to get attached so says my mum), I'm not ready for a relationship. Maybe when I'm 22 I'll come up with a new excuse. Heh heh must start thinking of one to fend off her Nag Attack(s)!

I don't think I have high standards. Not at all. I believe in The One, that only a few people in the world can fully compliment you. And once he appears, you'll just feel the spark.

My sister does not believe in it. The spark is just first impression, says she. And first impression is based on looks and how the guy carries himself.

I believe that if The One comes, you feel the spark coz you know he's just The One for you!But now I'm beginning to doubt what I believe in coz The One has not arrived yet.

So...I think I might have to take my mum's advice and start dating guys who don't feel like The One (i.e. without spark). I'm going to wait for my prince in shining armour for a while more! Maybe the Internet has some mysterious power and zap my The One as he is using laptop and make him knock on my door. *clings on to my belief*

Guilt.

I just face-stalked someone.

Someone who I thought was quite handsome.

But after looking through his FB pictures...*cough* I don't think so anymore!

I hope there's no application on FB which allows one to find out who stalked you!

Saw an Aveil-lookalike outside Woodlands Library today.

But the less confident and scrawnier version.

Reminded me of A nonetheless.

Wonder if he is still as vain as ever.

Don't know why I dated Mr. A in the first place.

Not even my cup of tea!! I think it was the ACJC uniform.

I'm going to take a nap now. Goodnight!

GUYS.

If you want to ask a girl out, you must be explicit!





Even if we're interested, we won't respond to your half-baked request. Bake your pie well please. (But even if it's baked well but not to our taste, too bad for you.)

That's the advice for the day.

I want to be an amazing chemist/ scientist.

Don't we all? Even those who abhor Chemistry...If you're in CBC, there is a tiny bit in you who wants to be amazing, famous and good at what you're studying.

I wonder if the Nobel Prize winners enjoyed doing their laboratory reports. I wonder if they really liked what they were studying. Was everything a breeze for them?

I do enjoy Chemistry. But I feel there is so little of it I understand. There is so so much yet to be discovered about the universe. And so much I've yet to learn.

Maybe my passion for Chemistry would be re-ignited if I was studying alone. I can study at my own pace. Learn because I want to. Study because I enjoy doing so. Not study because if I don't I will fall behind in this rat race. Chasing for one stupid paper that says Second Upper/lower.

And be mediocre for my entire life.

Humans are disgustingly hard to satisfy isn't it?

I want to live in a small town selling children books.
And yes, that's silly.
But getting a degree doesn't guarantee you a happy life anyway.
You enter the corporate world and see an uglier side of the world.
At least children don't judge. Children don't scheme. Children don't bitch.
They have much love to give.

If someone can bitch about a person to you. You can be darn sure he/ she can bitch about you to another.

There's this single friend in my university life whom I do not trust.
Yet I have to work with.

He/ She, on countless occasions, has bitched about different people to me.
People whom I've seen him/her interact from far.
Seen him/ her act as though they were the best of friends.

Sometimes, I know how to deal with difficult people. But for people who go behind-the-scenes and talk bad about me. Weave their own perceptions and poison the minds of others...I'm clueless.

I want to stay far far away from him/ her yet I know I have to work with him/ her.
It's like a chess game with him/ her. Make calculated moves.
Know what to say. What not to.

Here's a helpful link: http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Poisonous-Friends

It's so hard to trust someone in university. Everyone seems to have their own agenda.

I have a tendency to tell too much to someone. Only to realize that person told his/ her friends.

Everyone is so critical of one another. Pin-point your tiniest faults. When you were in primary/ secondary school, you just had to be yourself.

No one would say "Hey, are you exploiting me?" when you're asking for a simple favour which you would gladly return. (Seriously, I'm only asking for 1 of your risk hazards for lab...)

Or say "You're a sly fox/ you're a bad woman." over a game. Even in jest, which friend says that?

I mean, you get hurt by what's said and done but I guess you just shrug and think, they're most probably not here to stay anyway.

I eat hearts.

Yesterday night I just ate one.
While previously I would hide in one corner to nibble on it then take slow juicy bites, this time, I just gobbled it down and stamped on the rest of the all-too-chewy parts.


Now let me go back to my hobby, heart-hunting.


It's never a 50:50 chance guys.
The girl already has on her mind the ratio.
You just have to figure it out the ratio and stop confession from spewing out when the ratio is not in your favour.

And there is no pleasant way to refuse. Under all that chocolate coating and chocolate rice and full cream and fruits, a pile of dung awaits you.

Admiration for Chemistry = k(Grades for Chemistry modules)

I feel like I'm disliking Chemistry more. Especially CBC214. It's like a jigsaw puzzle I can't fix. I understand each piece but I just can't fix them together. Equations after equations shoved down my throat.

Another hill to conquer for lab module this semester. Unknown machines. This time, I'm not given dealing with compounds. It's machines!!

WAI am I doing Chemistry? The answers for questions are definite, no room for argument.

Dropping GPA that I'm trying to save. One more semester of horrible GPA and I'm screwed for life.

Luckily I'm taking HL814! Which I simply adore. Although the essays scare me, I enjoy the lectures immensely! I don't dread it at all! (Even though it ends at 730pm.)

I'm going to end my whining session and curl myself in bed now.

First Day of School.

Skipped whole of CBC214 to get HW.
Felt depressed about my GPA.
Then cheered up when mummy finally said yes to Edinburgh!
Excited now.
Skeleton-planning my trip (Already?!).
Thinking of going couch-surfing.
But results for application not out yet.
Still excited!

Emotional Baggage.

Watched HIMYM. An episode on how everyone has emotional baggage. Slowly discovering it is true.

What's yours?