I can't think of any funny captions

Harbour Bridge!

Eh, the cow's grown up :)

A lovely couple who were dancing away in the middle of the street
See the Joey!

Harbour Bridge!!

Me and my bro!!


Opera House close up
The beautiful Opera house
CHRISTMAS TREES! ok la, I know, Singapore can also see.


Town Hall!


Carolling (=

g'day mate

Okay, I know this is looong overdue but I am in Sydney and loving every single second of it. Firstly, Merry Christmas and a Happy new Year!!

I love Sydney in Summer. I want to move here. Its so lovely. Can u believe the sun rises at 530 and only sets at 8. EIGHT! how fantastic is that. And there is so much wind. Wind all the time. Okay, maybe because my brother stays near the beach in the East but still. Its so nice and pleasant!

There are double decker trains!!!

And lovely buildings! I love the architecture in Sydney. Its not only colonial but you see Gothic churches and Victorian architecture. Shopping Centres vary in architecture from new to old (oh god, Queen Victoria's Building is just a feast for the eyes but so painful on the pocket.Its like DFS and Paragon mixed but waaaaaaaaay better looking.)

Sales are REAL sales.

People are so friendly.

They have lay by! (That's a very useful system for students. You purchase something, like say, nike shoes, and you dont have to pay it all at one shot, you can pay 20% every week or something like that depending on the individual shops. So you don't buy something and starve the rest of the month. But its more relevent here because here, its weekly pay not monthly pay)

The guys are so hot. heh. I swear. Within 4 days, I have seen atleast 14 guys. Well, in Singapore, we know the count is rather minimal :P

And god, the girls too! They're so hot!

Nightlife is fantastic.

You hardly sweat.

Summer in the morning is actually cold!

You have Kangaroos! And koala bears!

PEOPLE CAN CROSS DIAGNOLLY.

And such huge portions. I had to hold a burger with two hands

Vegetarian food options everywhere except KFC. and I mean EVERYWHERE

I am an size S here! and if that ain't good reason to stay, I don't know what is.

Startbucks has flavours like creme brulee and gingerbread!! ( oh but no raspberry tea =[)

There's this fantastic ice cream cocet shop called Gold Rocks which lets you choose 2 different ice cream flavours (and they have things like Cheese Cake,Tia Maria, Natural Cream and Aussie Vanilla!) and you can add a mix-in (like Malteses, Freddo Frog and N.E.R.D.S). sooooooooooo coooooooooooooool. hahaha. But sadly, they have no Ben and Jerry's or Haagen Daaz =(

You can get Mexican food and Turkish food off the street.

Going on the train, you can hear atleast 4 different languages being spoken. For the first time in my life, I knew what Afrikkans sounded like.

I used to wonder what exactly do they mean when they say Singapore had no soul. Now I know. Soul is about everything. Its about history, its about culture and its about pride. Its about people. Its amazing how friendly people are in Sydney. I've seen bus drivers wait for like 5 mins because some old grandma was walking as fast as she could to get to the bus. There's always a hi and a hello. A merry christmas. And its not mechanical. Even when they have say Next please, it sounds nice. And confidence. Its really nice to see people not self conscious at all! And they pull it off because they look so confident. They could be wearing anything, and trust me, most times, these girls are wearing tops that don't need bras. or they come out in a bikini and they don't care whether they're tummy is sticking out or they might be commercially considered fat. They could be bitching to their friends about their weight for all I know but the fact is when they walk the walk, they catwalk.

And since everything here is private, everything has a tagline! Including Customs (Customs. protecting your borders) and the advertising is damn witty (we take u out of the Q_e_e). Its really just a joy to walk around and check out all these little things that you could never really find in Singapore.

The only problem is you have to walk all the time. And I mean ALL the time. Sydney is huge. And I mean HUGE with the big eyes and the hand gesturing. I'm so unused to the concept of taking a train to go outside of the city into a suburbs. Thank god, my brother lives near the city. But when I want to visit friends, wow! One of my friends stays about 1.5 hours away from the city! Can you imagine that! Just to go to uni, she has to travel 2 hrs a day! I know some people in Singapore do but the scale seems different because even if she took a taxi, it will still take her an hour! The scale is just something I'm not used to. And P/s: we are GIFTED to have shuttle buses in Noose. My brother walks between his two faculties and the distance is like walking from law to Central Library, the long way. (Past the halls and the terminus and up the hill. NO JOKE) Imagine that, every single day.


Oh wait but just as food is humungous here, so are insects and like little pests. My god, I've seen rats that put cats to shame! And spiders are as big as your palm! AND MOTHS! OH MY GOD, the moths are huge and they are vindictive. They don't just sit near the light, they don't let YOU sit near the light. And flies are huge and slow.sooooooo slow. soo slow that they stick to your face. Gross.

I know probably there are a lot of other problems with Sydney but so far, I'm having a great experience of it! so here are some pictures of lovely lovely Sydney. Thanks to my creative hand. ;)
University of New South Wales















The boat my brother is helping to restore, as part of the Maritime Museum's effort.











This is the workshop!!

anybody want their house reconstructed?

Soon there will be Orange and you will be using a uAck.

Ah, the power of subtlety.

I really absolutely love my parents

I have been nothing short of the daughter from hell these past few months and yet, they're being absolutely lovely

At this point, I really wish I'll treat my daughter/son the way my mum and dad have treated me *


* ok, almost.

And if you are ever reading this, which I don't think you are, I really really am sorry and I really really love you all and I'm really really really glad you're my parents.

Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve

Put your dancing boots because you all have to learn how to dance to this song

http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/1rXm6FjMzS.As1NMvHdW/

I want it at my wedding (=


P/s: Oh you could tell? That I watched Kal Ho Naa Ho ? for the umpteenth time? Damn! You guys are good!

Pp/s: I take back all the evil things I said about Saif Ali Khan. *cough* him looking like a namby pamby wannabe metrosexual who cannot make it unless ugly becomes the new black*cough* I watched him after Koffee with Karan last week and he really is so polished, very eleqouent and has great style. Personality does do great wonders for a non-pretty face *wink*

ppp/s: Yes, I was being sarcastic with the last comment. My shallowness has a limit and well, ok la, its kinda big BUT personality counts. Really! Really!

pppp/s: Not that anyone is applying. Sadly. I think I will have to run away with nooj.

ppppp/s: for a short post, this is damn long. Don't forget your dancing shoes!

tattoo me in the wildest places :D

16 days to flying off :)

Courtesy of Hani :




always practice safe sex eh?

its official

Its out people.
screw the mac.
screw that fujitsu
heck, screw that Dell

because IBM's the new "IT"

Its survived falls from study benches to the floor
from bus seats to the floor, doing the "slide" for 4 seats
and latest, its survived tea and coffee spills.

I couldn't ask for a better love. :)

God bless your I.T. soul.

*GAK* I've been tagged!


Rules of the game:1. post 5 weird/random stuff abt yourself2. at the end, list the names of 5 ppl who you want next to this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" in their blogs and tell them to read your blog for rules!
Here goes the 5 stuff:

1. irks her to no end to see things hanging on the wall that are not straight

2. uses "peasant"as an insult

3. believes that ANYBODY who doesn't like TimTams should be shot down. with a bazooka

4. Loves to sit in Siglap Starbucks alone with a good book and just read.

5. has 8 moles on her face

You are tagged! nooj, shaan, xun, ana, hani and kat

and more

once you start you can't stop

Jo's ultra short blouse that her mum cut and hence, she could never tuck in and would flap around after a while.

Denise's spotted skirt. HA!

Mrs Lau telling my mum that I should hand in my homework and that I should stop safety-pinning my uniform

Mrs Lau and us. haha

KC swearing in GP like he was already in NS.

Lit lessons with Mr Hunter. (the tightrope ;])

Did I say LIT LESSONS WITH MR HUNTER!
(GIMME A H, GIMME A U, GIMME a N, GIMME A TER!)

Lit Lessons with Lofty. hahahahah (I so remember the time we did much ado, with deb being borachio and denise being verges. I don't think Shakespeare ever wrote "Stop being such a a bitch, borachio" And who could forget play acting in the garden right outside the canteen! And her ever famous phrase of "In Uganda..."


MR HASIM!!!!!!!!

History Lessons with Mt Thompson who'll sing things to us half way( the kallang wave-isque thing he did with the italian song thing) and said things like "If the Czechs said "STUFF IT ADOLF, WE'LL FIGHT YOU", Prague wouldn't be such a beautiful city" and "Obviously, we didn't kill Napolean! We're British, you know!"

History lessons with Mr B who kept the tutorial room like a very cold interrogation cell. "all the better to eat,my pwetty" ( let's not forget the slipper comment and the squash comment"

Jo's unswavering love to the twins, Bra*n*o*, J****s, *a**h*** and like a million other guys. But for every single one of them, her love was true and pure

By Contrast, Denise and Pillar, Brenda and Duck, Debbie and her twin...camel

knock my socks off :)

Lz's endless rambling about ant, ant's face, ant's body, ant's breath, ant's sweat, ant's fingernails, ant's pores.. you get the idea

Taiwan sausage (debbie) and fried rice. (jo and denise) Kway Chap ( Lin Zhi :])

Peanut Butter Waffles

God, granola bars.

Mondays and Movies. sneaking into movies :)

Teacher-talking (ain't that polite?!) ( I don't think anyone forgot about GC or MT anytime soon)

nostalgia

I said this before

However, it also might lie in my choice of friends. I mean hello?! Lin Zhi is enough to kill someone after driving them insane. Add her to the mix of Jolyn, Denise, Debbie, and Khai Yan with a dash of the occasional DH gang, my life is PURRFECT.ha!

And i'll say it again. YOU GUYS FUCKING DROVE ME NUTS DURING TWO YEARS IN JC

but I won't trade it in ever

the stupid cat-calling about various people. (and that's putting it politely)

givin me a hard time about "missing" G.P. lectures ( or any lecture actually, but G.P was a 2-way screw)

calling me grubby girl (though deb, you didn't have to immortalise it in my notes and Jo will never fail to tell me how it sounds like grub, the fat little sluggy thing. urgh)

for ever stop ribbing me about my bad taste in men boys (HELLOOOOOOOOOOO! LOOK WHO's TALKING!)

for constantly annoying me about my boob size (you have it small, you have it big, you get screwed anyway. And god, I distinctly remembering KY declaring that I was lying about my boob size and provided graphic descriptions. as to how...young kids read this blog)

for actually having to do work because you guys actually did work in the library (though all I did was complain about how much work you guys did, how mugger the whole world was and how annoying the library guy was)

for always leaving me to confront the ten millions hopefuls at the side gate in TJ on flag day as you all run away (oh wait, that was in TK as well. bastards all of you.though you guys weren't there. Yes, Shaan and Gau, this goes out to you)

for actually making me go for the occasional P.E lesson (and running away to the toilet the other times so we didn't have to cover the circumference of the world in 10 mins)

for never stopping me when you KNEW I was going to say something stupid and then laughing like hyenas and saying "but Vasoooo's like that" (wait, you still do that.and Denise's lame jokes. God, the one about the hair,the knee and the shirt.its traumatising I blocked it.)

for making me play "Where's Wally" with MY WALLET! (oh yes, the icefreezer in 7-eleven. Jog a memory? HUH? HUH?)

for using my handphone as public property. ( no, actually, I might trade that one in. God, THANKS for sending raptorous love declarations. ooooh yes, then doing the whole jap school blink blink "huh me?!"thing.Oh nooooooooo you don't and Faking names and hoping i'll get STUPID and trip up, hence somehow confirming your pervy ideas. Morons, lovable morons but morons FIRST and foremost)

Not for screaming my name a gazzilion times (with heavy innudendos and huge jap school innocent blinking, everytime some idiot walked past... you guys would ace at i-have-no-idea what but such skills ought to be useful somehow:P)

For spending 1.5/2 years in the toilet, so as to cut short the agony we had to go through in lessons (God, I remember econs tutorial. We'd come in armed with sweets for the D/CSQ we had to do EVERY WEEK, fight the natural urge to sleep through almost 2 freakin hours of econs tut, go to the toilet and spend as much time as possible there and walk back, like we were snails on comatose mode)

For just lounging around in the Scope, bitching about school, annoying twerps or musing about love and religion.(every thursday, some deep topic will emerge from the recesses of our soul and when lunch was over, we acted like it never existed. I think we were actually part of some alien takeover beta project. Even now, every thursday, I feel a slight chill.)

Grafitti :) ( some good, some bad, some ugly but all funny)

For just actually doing work and eating tapioca chips (with the eternal debate about the chilli and the one that tastes like cardboard someone left out in the Sahara Desert, yes Denise. It does taste like that)

For always being "supportive" when I was constantly dissed by the great B (yes yes, I remember the goddamn Afghan polo ) YES, THANKS FOR LAUGHING!

For lending me notes and all the pens/pencils in the world (no Lz and Jo, I really wanted to borrow your history notes. I really wanted to but they're too complicated for me so I had to settle for everybody else's but yours. But I really wanted them )

For collectively reciting "The Flea" Il divo-isque(well, if they existed then) ( i remember KY and I would do a chorus and I'd forget half way and she'll just go on, like a regular hand at solo-ing. Ah, what dead men can make you do.)

For also making fun of people's taste in men animals. A regular zoo we had, with the occasional cookie thrown in. Also refer to point 2.

For bitching about every collective school spirit thing we "had"to go but tried to run away from. Contact time? Cross Country! and what other thingmajigs we had.(that only deb seemed enthu about but that's because she's the Asian face for a nike ad. she could run 12 rounds and wipe ONLY beads of sweat a la maria sharapova style while I look like an amazon rainforest after 3 rounds)

For all those hugs and pep talks (yes, Lz's hugs were the best. you'd be gasping for air after one of those hurtling name chortling thing she did :] and for loudly proclaiming its nice to hug me cuz I have more boobs)

For all those waffles and 7 eleven aisle walks for chocolate and food fads ( Denise and Jo's unhealthy obsession with Fried Mee Goreng. the fantatsic offer of 2 for 1 haagen dazz ice cream. Peanut butter and cheese waffles.Prata.Craving for Pizzas.MOONCAKES.mentos.)

For all the pseudo studying sessions where we spent more time dissing the guys and rating them ( and where I learnt an important life lessons about Denise. Never be a math equation that she cannot solve)

God, make-up P.E.(ok, so it wasn't so bad but well its customary to moan about things like that. Who am I to break tradition?)

For all the trips to the bookshop chocolate black market (deb and her "don't you think that Diary milk pure is the best and she'll make this happy la-la-land face. weird. all these athlete types. *tsk* and Brenda's never ending chocolate supply. She was like the candy lady. I wish I knew her when I was younger)

For all the concerts we attended cuz you guys were performing.(KY and her incessant singing of 7days and 7 nights. Just so you know, we went so you'd stop singing cuz we love you forever and ever. And well, she was good. ( i said it once and i'll never say it again) Jo and her drama debut. didn't see a glimpse of her but that's what you're friends for. $10 to see a friend who you can't see cuz she's in the sound box. And the dance concert, which was good. Well, that's cuz Denise can dance and well, yes, that's all there is to it.)

For every after school dinners/lunches we went. I can't remember where we went for some odd reason.

For having your faces plastered up in TJ posters so I could laugh at you FOR EVER ( yes, thank you Deb and De. There is a God up there. Not that you all didn't look nice :D)

For getting caught for the uniform ALL the time ( god, I remember N stopping deb and I, at the track and making us retuck our blouse in because he knew it had to be safety pinned because his N sense was tingling. Must be all that training they get in P.E school.) and erm, other things.

and a million other things that happened that I wish I could write down ( and er, remember.. haha. yes, I can.I do too!)

thank you for some of the best times I ever had. I'll miss you guys. All the best :)

P/s: I'll do a TK one soon... when I start missing you guys
*grin*
*duck*

not for young minds

the reason why humans can't get fucked up properly
is because there exists people who don't get fucked up and are readily available for comparison
to show you how life could be if you just didn't fuck up

pansies all of you, purrrfect little misses and misters. overachievers and multi-taskers. All rounders and picture perfect .
one day, you all will be crushed beneath the huge foot of mine as I become the ruler of the world

bwhahahahahahhaa

life sucks when ur perfect in vasudhaland

then you'll know what it'll mean to fuck up.

bastards.

Its a music video of Ron and Hermoine :)
Click on this

to nice friends and more

YAY!

shoutout to vish who's letting me listen to Orange Street by calling me.
They're an indie indian (haha. get it. indie Indian band?!)and they're playing at the Esplanade

thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou

some loves last a lifetime

Sometimes, things in life are hard to let go.
But they have to be done.
Things will remind you all the time
How exactly it felt
It could just be a whisper in the wind
of a carried word
Or just a familiar smell
that you used to bury your nose in
But that pang will hit you
sometimes slow
sometimes fast
at the most unexpected moments
You might smile
(maybe, a bittersweet smile)
as you remember the sweet caress
But there comes a time to let go
so that someone else can take your place
The things that must be done

are often the hardest

but someone has to do them
because they have to be done

Its over and its official

I'm breaking up with stud ying

"You can't have two kids without some heavy petting involved"
Shah Rukh Khan on the rumour about him being homosexual.

nine hundred and ninety nine weeks of slacking left in lala land

You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in
New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles.Do you understand this? And
radio operates exactly the same way:you send signals here, they receive them
there. The only difference is that there is no cat
~Albert Einstein

The past week was a week dedicated to

"G.R.O.P.E"

(Grand Recreational Outstanding Pursuits with respect to Emptying my wallet)

(tm- vasudha)

It started off with me being Meg's Mr Gun Holder for her trial. Well, that wasn't really the point of it. (Okay, well the point of it for me. I'm pretty sure it was Meg's point, seeing as she was being assessed. And god help me, I hope I don't get her tutor. He reminds of one of those rich over-acheiving people whom you could never please (which I was assured he was). A bit of a more indifferent and expressionless version of Nathan's father in One Tree Hill.

The point was we went to this place called "Changing Appetites", (Marina Square) which seemed to be a spoof of Cartel. A nice spoofy way, like how Breko seems to be a spoof of Breeks but its nicer. Though this didn't seem to be that nice, judging my Meg choosing the Mackrel, which she doesn't even normally eat and which she didn't , It had funtabulastic mushroom and cheese pizza. because I ate it. Though the desserts weren't as fascinating. They had some weird mixes of some Japcrap and some Western crap. So we headed off to a place we knew would offer dessert orgasms.

What better than to troop off to the undisputed King of IceCream?
Ben and Jerry's!!!

(Which I wonder, though the ice cream is fantastic, does the it deserve the the repuation it has? Or has it become more of a brand? Like when you going through a hard patch, its a MUST to have Ben and Jerry's. Any ice cream will not do. I mean, you don't hear anyone of your friends going"boo hoo, mr X broke up with me. Bring on the Magnolia!". Man, you don't even hear people saying "Damn it! I need some lovin' from my Haagen Dazs." Its always has to be B&J . Yes, the ice cream tastes fantastic, I do concur but it seems to have acquired a cult status. Its not enough to have ice cream, it speaks of a lifestyle. Its like a brand name for food. Its like getting a Gucci Belt, a Prada bag or a Feragammo Shoe. Like Starbucks, it is no longer just about coffee. Its about a lifestyle. Is Ben and Jerry's over rated? Or is it just a sign of our eagerness to lap up anything American and suburbian? Because eveybody in Uncle Sam's land seems to be eating B&J (maybe because it is the Magnolia of America. Maybe THEY crave for Magnolia.Hey, anything is possible! Have you seen Alba in Tiger Beer Ads) and we see this on F.R.I.E.N.D.S ( I don't see why this is treated as an abbreviation. Its not like there are 7 of them and even if they are, they sure as heck don't seem to be called Francis, Ramsey, Ian, Ella, Neil, Donna and Susan) and whatnot so we subconciously revere B&J.It could be the symbol of freedom of icecream. Because we always know that B&J will always pull through. They will never fear to come up with new and exotic flavours like Triple choco vanilla caramel chips with banana and berry! We will have all the new flavours we need and B&J will protect our ice cream integrity!)

Anyway, let's not talk about my horrid driving lesson where I kept forgetting that I was driving a manual car, don't ask me how I did that when all I have been driving is that. Hence, I kept jamming the car because I pressed the clutch too slow and I caused my instructor to wave his heart pills around like some ammulet. And he'd keep saying " You think what, roads got no car?! Stop holding the wheel like staineless steel rod. SLOWLY, I said SLOWLY. I said RELAX! RELAX RELAX! WHY YOU DON'T WANT TO RELAX?" Er, let me hazard a wild, out of this world guess, could it be because you are shouting the least few words in my EAR! But nah, underneath all that bluster, he's quite a genial and funny fella. And he did undertake the hazardous task of tutoring me. Which adds about a 1000 points in his favour. Okay, so I did end up talking about my horrid driving lesson.

LAW R farewell was nice. My funtabulastic teacher bought us all pizza, and kindly provided for the vege pizza and was regaling us with stories. Frankly, I think I'm quite lucky to get a law r class and tutor who are really quite very nice. As compared to some scary shit stories I have heard from my friends, I am really lucky. And luckier to have 'the gift from god' in my binder group :) hahahah. Well, anyway, what makes my tutor more funtabulastic is that she's such a fantastic swearer. Now, there is an art to swearing because the F word cannot just be liberally chucked about in any part of the sentence. It has to smooth the sentence and convey the right amount of indingnance, without jarring any other word in the make-up. And she sure as hell got that down to a pat. Well in case, you all get the wrong idea, she does know other words and she really is a great teacher. I do admire her for other things other than her ability to swear.

Then came the fab outing with Lyd on Wednesday where I managed to stone throughout my contract tutorial without actually having to convey any minimal understanding of the subject and where our plans to study went up in a "puff of smoke" and still explains why my contract texts are in school and why I have two new shoes which I don't really need and some kinda faboolous nails. And some fantastic pasta loving in N.Y.D.C (this I get, its an abbreviation!!)

Then I went to watch Emily Rose, which is kinda scary at first and yes, I was a wuss throughout the movie. Yes, I proudly proclaim it. I was a WUSS. a Pussy. A scaredy Cat. I hid behind my hands but Damn,it was a omfg scary. But the ending was rather okay. It morphed into something more touching and heart felt. And the scary was not a traditional "Boo! AARGH!!" scary but a scary that makes you think about things that you don't want to really think about., that you would prefer not to think about because it makes you question a lot of scary things that do not generally seem to tarnish the life that we live with. So all in all, poignant but scary nevertheless

And we met Nab after that who was practically salivating for Fried Mars Bar. It was the only thing on her mind. hahah.Even when we talked about other things, you could see it playing at the back of her mind "Fried Mars Bar.. Fried Maaaaaaaaaars Baaaar.. Fried Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaars Baaaaaaaaaaaar" and so we finally did proceed to fulfill her request and sent her to Nirvana. Because as always, I am always right! and EVEN Fatma agreed with me . As I quote *ahem* "and yes for ONCE vasud's right! haha it is yummy!!!"

Hah! Who's the Girl. Uh huh.

I just feel generally contented listening to Train's Save the day over and over again.

And to another G.R.O.P.E ful week :)

I know Jo will smack me but tada! here are my nails!

They're the colour of magic!

I got them done today at Holland V with Lydia.
Of course, it was a trade off but then again, we learn that good intentions are never meant to exist in this world so why bother studying?

I am so dead, dead-er, if there was such a word.
Oh well.


*edit : Oh, after all that ragging and tumltous protests by the very few readers of my blog, i changed blogskin!
This is Lindsay Lohan , pre skank and pre boob loss. damn, wasn't she hot? And then she got psycho. Hence, H duff, is the reigning queen of pop in the Vasudhaland. Talk about a sure-fire way of losing votes.

Finally, they are showing Season Three of the most interesting detective show that kicks CSI's ASS


The Monk
Starworld - channel 18 - mondays - 10 p.m

stressed
and sleepy


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

to be on the same side of the coin without knowing it.

Happy Deepavali!!

Okay and I revive the friendly list again

1) Since, New year is far away and Tamil New Year is even further away, here is a resolution I make on Deepavali.

I will bitch less about people ( I know, "Impossible!" you all gasp but I shall perservere :P)
Because along the way, I realised that the bitching had morphed into hypocrisy and though, there is a very fine line between hypocrisy and diplomacy, I have crossed it and I don't like it. And since, I would find it a bit hard to go up to people and bitch slap them for exhibiting faults I have ( As some one once said, "What we don't like in others often mirror what we do not like in ourselves), I shall bitch about them less to salve my soul. And save whatever bits of it is left. (my soul, that is)

2) Well, Jo, Lyd, Long Jin and I were dinner-ing at Swensens and we were having this super heated discussion about love, marraige and kids. (ok la, just lyd,jo and I. LJ offered poignant one liners :]) And I will try to capture the salient points of what we discussed explain why they wanted to smack me till my innards gave way. Okay to be fair to everyone, we started going off tangent (well Jo and I ) and started giving more and more weird and extreme examples to prove that we were right. Okay summary of what we dicussed

Jo and Lyd : Love is but transient and so why bother tying yourself down to an institution (marraige) that is fraught with mistakes and flaws, has a 99% of having a cliff at the end and is based very much on something so flimsy, like feelings. And sooner or later, there is a limit to what you can take. People start staying on in a marraige for reasons other than love, like pragmatism and comfort.

Vasud : Love is perhaps not enough to sustain you through a marraige alone, but that is what marraige is about. Marraige means you have to work through things and it is love that binds the other things that come along with marraige. There is a limit but the limit that is used as a guideline these is perhaps not even a limit. Its seems to be an easy way out. Love does not necessarily have to manifest itself as the "I heart you, you heart me. Let's dance in the rain and celebrate our love" but it is there. Marriages do not always succeed but the ones that do, probably have love in the equation.

[Of course, my explanation is longer and I sound like I'm advertising my viewpoint but seriously, whose Blog are you reading?]
(I also know marraige is spelt as marriage but this is what Law School does to you.)

So basically, we were arguing and arguing and arguing and we realised we could argue till the cows come home and throw words like "cynic" and "romantic" around and we could never see the same way.

But oddly, when I was talking to Jo today, we realised that we were also what the other accused the other was. Its just that we express it in different situations. I am more callous when it is about relationships but when its marriage, I view it differently. But Jo takes it differently. So basically, it was the varying degrees we took in different extremities. Because , at its most basic, marraige is but an extension of a relationship. ( at its most basic) and hence how we viewed the different extremes with varying degrees

So we waste money going to Swensen's to come up with a philosophy in which we all had no problem with in the first place.

Life works in mysterious ways.

WA LAU!

(P/s: okay, its not law school. Its just me

I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.I will not spell marriage as marraige.

indulge me....

Your Birthdate: September 14

With a birthday on the 14th of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas, and you are also very good at organization and systematizing. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine, and rebel against it. You have a tendency to shirk responsibility.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

ENFP - The Champion You scored 72% I to E, 21% N to S, 42% F to T, and 57% J to P!

Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type. As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it. Your group summary: idealists (NF) Your type summary: ENFP

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 82% on I to E You scored higher than 16% on N to S You scored higher than 42% on F to T You scored higher than 60% on J to P

Link: The LONG Scientific Personality Test written by unpretentious2 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Not that I'm important but it feels the world does things just to piss me off

I just had to blog this

Someone’s laptop has been playing “Eidelweiss on the erhu repeatedly

First of all, THE ERHU

WTF!

And two, Somebody actually downloaded the damn thing

WTF!

Marred by incoherence

How can ANYBODY think Lindsay Lohan (ESPECIALLY post boobs) can be hotter than this chica!

In other wor(l)ds,

I want to bitchslap some people. I really do. And the binder's not helping. Everytime it comes up in the conversation, all the swearwords flow like Niagra Falls. I cannot complete a sentence with the word binder in it without saying Flying Underpants Coming KABLAM! (this is a pathetic attempt to stop cussing)

NOW I REALLY WANT TO bitchslap people.

And i'm feeling anti-social. I just want to go far away. And not have to communicate. sit in a place where people understand non-verbal communication. like sheep.

hear me baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I have nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo life.
*whinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhine*

And this is also a big shoutout to everybody who listens to me whine about pretty much the same things.
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankouthankyouthankyou

that's what you need family and buddies for :)
Who needs the rest of you !
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

thats what are friends are for

I'm so proud of you.

really.

7 years of bad luck, you shoulda known that, when the mirror went tinkle on the floor.

I just broke my hand mirror.
in the law toilet nonetheless.
Its like going right up to Sauron and poking him in his eye

ok, I just realised how stoned I was , re reading my previous entry. Since, I am too lazy to edit it, I have decided to celebrate my imperfections

In commemaration , here's a quick contest for my very small pool of readers

Spot the number of mistakes

and win a HOT date with Kurd Kurmit-on*

** Looks a hell lot like Tad Hamilton, just froggier with an arabic accent

the sounds of the fully sated

i just realised that I posted up a blank post

poignant but relatively useless.

anyway, down to business..... the weekend was a blast. I fulfilled my female phermones (ah hah! finally, as I who have been christened the she-male minus the extra bits) by eating, shopping for all essentials and oogling.

As you can see, all good things start off with good intentions but they screw up and that's when things get wicked. =) I was supposed to

[ Ok pause, I have to write this down. There's this guy at the forum with a damn loud voice, chanting buddhist verses and walking around. I swear to god, I thought he was the P.A system, before I realised that NUS had no P.A system because it would be half-baked dumb ass idea. But seriously, I swear it must be anDolby he swallowed.[cue advert idea : dolby surround sound, so loud you only need to swallow it once] . I haven't heard this kinda buddhist chanting since Uncle Peter's Bus*]

shop for J's present (good intention) but Topshop was having a SALE and I saw this lovely top (actually i saw this even lovelier empress cut top but I was being a penny pincher) which I had to buy and nice underwear!! Afterwhich, I really needed to get this other vintage-y looking interesting top from s and k and other girly stuff. (wicked and so much better =]) But I did get some ideas for J's present. Yes, that is rationalisation.

Oh, Please try the fried mars bar. It sounds disgusting but its heavenly. Its chewy, sweet, not too sweet, melty all at one go. Its quite an experience. I mean, first you feel quite a bit of trepidation because it just looks like doughy-balls and frankly, FRIED mars bar sounds quite gross (I have this thing about spicy stuff not mixing with sweet stuff. Yes, its like Adrian Monk but I'm less smart) but its not. Its looks that way so that they can sift through the pile of peasants to arrive at the true connoisseurs. PLEASE DO NOT RANK YOURSELF AS A PEASANT!

Ok time travelling back to Friday and the dinner. Well, it was okay. It was back at the Kent Ridge Guild House, the last time was during K's engagement, where Anuj dragged Halimah down as well and they were doing the weeping willow thing of "I waaaaaaaaaana get maaaaaaaaaried" and after which this girl we knew, proceeded to hit on some random sec2 guy. hahahhahahahahahah.

This dinner was interesting because we had so much fun with our Law R tutor. Boy, I'm really really glad that we got her. She's really one helluva fun woman. Actually, I like most of my tutors (considering I only have three and its really saying a lot. Considering, the amount of shit I used to go through in school, it IS rather surprising for me to like my tutors on the spot. and they liking me back. I am assuming it is mutual thing. well, it better be) and the food was alright.

Okay you can tell me I am stoning. Yes, i am .
so i'm going to end off the post with an addition on he seveny seven things since there are quite a number of additions that have been tagged on.. so this is a mesh from fatma, shaan and anantya and some other people who deserve credit if I could remember who I snuck it off but in case, but in case this is yours.. Thank you.

Seven things that attract me to people of the opposite sex
1. smile/laugh
2. long torsos
3. eyes
4. to be able to make me laugh (which, trust me, is MINIMUN criteria, since I laugh at anything and everything)
5. getting all male and gruff everytime they do something nice but don't want to acknowledge it
6. ability to banter with me and diss me
7. ok, you and I know that we're both thinking it, those kissalicious lips =)
( 8. ability to dye hair and not go through a personality makeover (WHAAAAAAAAAT! ok fine, it doesn't count, I'm just being a bitch)

Seven things I say the most
1. wa lau ( i kid you not)
2. are you kidding me?
3. bitch
4. whaaaaaaaaaaaaat (with that many a's)
5. wa, sian.
6. i'm boredd
7. eh, so how?

Seven celebrity crushes(female)
1. Angelina Jolie
2. The hot hunter from Brother's Grimm
3. Jessica Alba, the brunette (J.A, the blonde is a skank)
4. Nicole, the lead singer from Pussy Cat Dolls (man, she is smokin')
5. Hilary Duff
6. Jennifer Garner
7. Malika Sherawat

Seven celebrity crushes(male)
1. Brad Pitt
2. George Clooney
3. Paul Walker. (can't act but so deeelicious)
4. Marat Safin
5. Heath Ledger
6. Ryan Reynods (perhaps, this would explain my orientation towards POSERS)
7. Duncan from Blue.

(8. Bryan Boyd
9. Rob Thomas
10. Matthew Mcouneghy
11. Matthew Goode
Etc. Etc. I know it said 7 but seriously, numbers should never pose a problem when it comes to hot guys)

Till further stupidity, tra la


* Uncle Peter was my brother's ACJS bastard, sour puss bastard (why be diplomatic?) bus driver who played buddhist chants every morning because one boy told him "uncle, the 98.7 radio station, you play every morning is very nice" and he got pissed that the boys actually had some semblence of pleasure in a draconian bus (nobody could talk to each other, eat or in general, behave as rowdy young boys do) so he switched it to some guy who droned on in Thai. The reason why I feel so much is, not because I felt sorry for my bro, its more because I had to listen to it in the morning, it being SO FREAKING LOUD that I woke up.

beauty in pain

It is dusk and the light filters through the evening curtain, casting a non descript pattern. A lone figure is there, next to the piano, swaying silently despite the chatter from the background.

She stands next to the piano, her fingers trailing on the familiar notes. Her shoulders are strong but stooped, the burden of holding back the sorrow too great. Her tears fall silently on the carpeted floor. She lets her fingers fall of the piano as she moves in time to the music, to notes that only she could hear, the background noise gradually fading away. Her heart is heavy with sorrow, sorrow that she could never express as she thought about how she used to feel in his arms. The way he used to clasp her, keeping her warm, safe and secure. She burrowed deeper into her shawl, trying to recreate that exact feeling. But deep inside, she knew he would never come back.

Somewhere, together with the strains of the violin, large racking sobs could be heard.

-- If Nigel Kennedy’s Solitude was a visual

Rich melodies pregnant with meaning, spilling out slowly, like strewn rose petals on satin pillows. Notes that speak of things that was and will be. Things that may never change, things that signify regret

It’s a lovely and haunting song.

because I say LOOOOOOOOOOOOK at me.

I was suffering from this quiz/survey/shamelessly exhibiting myself mentally. withdrawal and hence, I stole this from Anu ( I have to say steal because she doesn't know I took it yet...YET )


7 things i like the most:-

1. Nice Music
2. Good Food
3. Laughing
4. Having long deep conversations about universe and all with a choice few friends
5. Receiving letters and/or gifts unexpectedly
6. Origami and/or crafts
7. Hot guys (BRAD PITT)

7 things that scare me:-

1. those little beetle things that fly around towards the light
2. knowing that someone is pissed at you
3. not having anything to do at all
4. failure
5. losing someone i really love
6. regrets
7. wearing contacts.

7 random facts about me:

1. There are occasions when I do shut up
2. I believe that making wishes on green M&Ms make them come true
3. When eating bread, I usually eat the crust first or last
4. I really don't hate my bro :]
5. I walk on my toes
6. I rent soppy movies and watch them alone, feeling happy :]
7. I love walking in the rain

7 things i plan to do before i die:-

1. Learn the fine art of not inserting foot into mouth
2. Bunjee Jump/sky dive
3. Visit every famous historic area in the world or atleast, Europe ( if not, every famous museum in the world)
4. Join an NGO and help the fight against child Aids
5. Do something substantial with my interest in Lit
6. Go skinny dipping
7. Teach

7 things i cant do:-

1. Shut up
2. cycle (believe it or not, I forgot how to)
3. ever spend $ 300 bucks on an item of clothing just because it was branded
4. detox (yes, the despair is driving me crazy)
5. marry brad pitt :(
6. be ultra neat and tidy.
7. act cutesy (eew)

this one's for you, Gau =P

Since SOME PEOPLE thought my previous post was too intelligent, I shall show you, like, the real ME.


Oh my god, like today, was so horrible. I mean, I had to wake up at like 8 a.m and take like, the bus to school, all by myself and like, why do so many people have to take the bus at the same time. I mean, people, its like obvious math, too many people in like little bus is soooooo equal to like icky. And so many children. I mean, like, I know sex is fun and all, but seriously, birth control people!! Am I like, the only, one who has like, any responsibility in the country?? And seriously, people like me, are so only, like meant to be chauffered. Like DUH.

And then, I mean, I had to come to school, (like helllllo? at 8.am. that's like dawn?!!) and i mean, it just had to start pouring and like, my new heels just got like, so wet and I was thinking "wassup, GOD, Give me like one break! I mean, it was like 2 strikes already. you know like, number one was like, the waking up and like number two, was like the bus" oof, whatever. and then my god, I come to like lecture and like see A, practically like, sitting on my seat. I mean , it was one seat away but still like, around me, you know, that V word..vicinity or something, I mean, she so knows I don't like dig her and I know it was just so she could get X to sit next to her. like hello?! OB-VI-OUS. some girls are just soo meant to be like, cheap but man, seriously, subtlety is a word she should learn. But anyway, X looked and smile at me like twice. like OMG OMG OMG OM G OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG so cool. He is like soo hot. and he knows like, who I am!! *squeal*

Met the girlies for like lunch and there was this like massive bitching session and like, OMG, half way, you would never believe who we saw. I know!! it was S!! OMG, she looked so bad in her un co-ordinated green stripey tights and like orange skirt. Like serious fashion faux paus. Everybody and I mean like, EVERYBODY so knows,orange and green only look good as colour pencils. and the boyfriend she was like so proud of, OMG, he is so ugly! HA! I mean, seriously, for all the bragging she did, HA! I mean, seriously. whatever *roll eyes*

And I'm telling you like Mr C has so in it for me. Like he picked on me to do 4 questions. Seriously, who really cares what the law says, I know I'm like supposed to be in the course and all that but like Daddy says, I'll marry a rich guy AnyWay so like, why should it matter?! Urgh, teachers. Like Seriously, I have so much more things to do than like sit around and read some old guy's (who's probably dead anyway) like opinion on some stuff. i mean, how do u spell BOOOOORING.

omg, fashion emergency, can't type. I just broke my nail. urgh. laptops. I shall ask Daddy for a personal secretary. I mean, typing, is so bad for my nails. Just cuz tech geeks, spend all their money on like, i dunno, cd thinggys, doesn't mean other people , with a life, do not need to look good, while they do work. Like, hello, where do these people stay.

anyway, ta, darlings.

P/s: Its ficticious. I don't have that much of a life. haha

count my fingernails if you are bored. there are only ten of them anyway.

my god. I should never blog if I am running on nothing but myself and minimal sleep. ( edit: this was written before I read my previous post and marvelled that at my shittiest, I am more coherent that at my best)

No matter what any shit review says, go WATCH The Brothers Grimm. It is a fantastic movie, highly intriguing and engaging. Its got an interesting unpredictable plot and a damn hot female.who is not Monica Belluci and a odd looking ginger bread man. and its quirky. At any rate,at its worst, atleast you can diss Heath Ledger for not looking like himself. Its actually one of the better movies I've seen in the theaters in a while. I think they should develop this sort of eclectic genre instead of spinning off Asian movies. I mean, don't you think that they would have got the hint already?! The Ring sucked. Ring 2 sucked more because Hollywood tried to sprinkle its magic on it. Dark water will suck because it just will. In Law school, you learn all about precedence. Somebody should teach it to them because looking at precedence, I don't have to watch Dark Water to know that its going to suck.

It was quite interesting that at the end of the day, I discovered De had no idea who was acting I mean, Matt Damon did look like an artful pansy but look at the FELLA, He SCREAMS MATT DAMON.(And I know its because he is Matt Damon and that's how impossible it is to not notice him being Matt Damon) Now you can also understand why its ok to diss Heath Ledger here. because frankly, he looks like crap (*stage whisper* in case you are like De, he's the one on the left. the LEFT)

as compared to the God he was here.

The movie is still excellent, though. And so is Heath Ledger.

De and I came to the conclusion after much screaming in the bus to why guys might be so uncomfortable with gay guys alone. Its because they think they're too hot.

Really!!!

Girls don't have issues with hanging out with lesbians because they don't assume the girl is going to hit on them, just because they are lesbian. girls, being the insecure creatures we are, assume we're not hot enough to randomly and constantly get hit on. Guys on the other have no issues with being too Ugly (or even Ugly,especially the ones which are fugly and act like they are fucking hot.(yes yes, I know, who am I to judge but seriously, even if u are ugly, who said you can't diss ugly people. It gives you less right to diss them but doesn't revoke your right to diss people. And besides, I just like bitching. I have decided to embrace me as I am and quit trying to exorcise the bitch in me because, have you seen the Exorcist??! ) Its like the blonde hair thing I have against Indian guys. Its fine if they have blonde hair, just don' t act like having peroxide on your head is a fucking personality makeover. Having blonde highlights does not make you Heath Ledger. (Nothing will make you Heath Ledger,fyi) Ok, anyway, dye your hair. just don't dye your personality. I don't mean this against all Indian fellas and blonde highlights do look good on some guys, just don't let the bleach fizz out the braincells)

Where were we?!

Oh, yup since, guys are so assured with their looks, they think that any gay is just dying to hit on them because they are too hot. They cannot imagine, the gay guy not wanting to hit on them. Frankly, they might be affronted if they do not get hit on.

Or maybe, they just have nothing to talk about.

naaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I just realised,my thought pattern very much followsone of those never ending Russian dolls. The one you keep opening and finding a smaller version of it inside. I web out. I digress. Hence,I distract myself.

"wa lau but I lobe you"

for one thing, I'm known to be quite an Ah Lian. I mean, Janice was bad enough but I guess Ah Lian is something I deserve. but wa lau.

Return concert was dismal and that is quite an understatement. I had one of the worst experiences emcceing. I have never felt so awkward up there and feeling nothing coming back from the audience, its terrible. And feeling zero rapport, its an inbuilt mechanism to switch to my nervous mode. Man, and yes, other people, twitch and crack their knuckles, I just talk. And Í'm not used to feeling this way. I definitely am not. On the bright side, just about half way through it "I was thinking, fuck all. Who cares?" So, what if these people think I am an idiot. Its not like your impressions really matter. And yes, so I screwed up. Its probably going to just be filed as "humiliating moment 847929" And after a while, you just get used to feeling like an idiot.

This is why I hate law school sometimes. Feeling awkward in my own skin is not something I need right now, especially when I am suffering from all these pangs of cultural and identity crisis. I'm not used to feeling unsure of myself. I'm not used to thinking so much before doing things (for that matter, I'm not used to thinking at all) and I''m definitely not used to giving much weight to other people's opinions. I don't know what happened but I want to revert back to the happy-go-lucky self. The Bo chap self that is still a motor mouth (This is distinguishable from energiser bunny on carrot juice because motor mouth implies some sort of control mechanism in place, unlike the former, which just represents a drunk insane uncontrollable urge ) and brash. urgh. Maybe this is growing up - starting to realise you can't say or dowhat you want regardless of what people think. Because you need to integrate into society and chances of you meeting someone who is programmed to think like you is far and few between.

And that's not even touching all the academia crap I have to go through. Talking (Well, typing) about academics , Torts test was a revelation, not about law but about a new scientific phenomenon

Now I'm sure many of you have experienced this strange unexplainable feat during a test which has a dumbass time limit , especially when, due to divine intervention (you really cannot explain it any other way), you actually have loads of things to say. And due to the dumbass time limit, you realise you have to squeeze three and a half million words in 5 minutes. And this phenomenon occurs

Your brain knows that logically, for you to squueze n number of words in 5 minutes, your hands have to write faster and it sends a signal to your hand nerve "FASTER!". However, what actually happens, in a yet unexplained biological interaction, is that your hands actually slow down. You can physically feel your hands, conciously slowing down, giving you the feeling of being filmed in slow motion. Like one of those climatic cinematic moments, when the one legged runner pushes through the final line, your hand slows to a standstill such that you can feel yourself pushing the pen and scratching the paper, line by line. Its like your hand is fighting with you, resisting you and every movement is a battle, pushing the pen to do what you want. Oddly, time seems to have moved on at a much faster rate and before you realise you scratched two lines, its over. This is what the Torts test taught me

On a brighter note, the chocolate buffet at the Fullerton was quite nice. And satisfying, did not exceed or meet expectations but it was not too bad. Chocolate is after all chocolate. But the fountain was fun and there were quite a few interesting concotions like choclate yoghurt.

I am going to sleep. should not function without it.

and I've never felt more alone in my life

......

and they expect us to be serious lawyers

LexisNexis Enterprise Solutions

Is it just me or is that screaming CHEAP OUT OF WORK CARTOON VILLAIN TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD *insert evil sneer*

poetically unpoetic

and its lovely.
the evening sunshine filtering through the blinds to dance upon my bed.
I can imagine rolling meadows, laughing friends and googley eyed couples.
I love the evening sometimes. It just begs you to sit outside and run around
That feeling associated with freedom comes with evening sunshine
That little kid lolling about in the pool.
Reminds me of young love and candy floss.
Sitting in siglap, slurping the last bits of starbucks
philosophising about life, lots abt love and everything else.


You can always tell when I'm sick :)

and its pouring outside. so much rain . flashes of lightening intersped with the rolling of thunder
And its so silent. Its like I'm the only one here that matters.

I like.

i had so much to say but my fingers are too fat to type everything out. wow. Isn't this title tremendously long for a title?

boo.

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHh

-monsters inc.

I am drinking coffee and dunking chocolate chip cookies in my coffee.
Making an absolute mess and loving it. The coffee is too hot so the cookie becomes soggy very fast and breaks apart faster so i'm dripping it on me.
I have chooclate stains all over me. I feel like a kid :D *beaming grin*
Chi would probably have an apoplexy now. So would Jo. and my mum

People *huff*

Pilfered off vals's blog

See what you do is play your media player on random, and pick the first 11 songs. Chronologically. Be honest.

1. What do you think of me, Random Music Player?
Nine Days - I'd go crazy. yes, hunny, i'd go crazy for you if u ever ever leave my computer. or i'll sub you in with a new version :D

2. Will I have a happy life?
The Juliana Theory - P.S We'll call you when you get there . oh yes. poignant yet depressing

3. What do my friends really think of me?

Breaking Benjamin - Bonus Track ..er, I'm the bonus? the surprise. Quite a nice thing to be commented as. I AM A BONUS! CHERISH ME DAMN IT!

4. How can I make myself happy?
Bare Naked Ladies - One Week. Oh my god, a greater sign to become lesbian and attain nirvana cannot be shown. To be happy, i have to languish with bare naked ladies for one week. hoo boy!

5. What should I do with my life?
Aviatic - goodbye beautiful day. Oh erm. hmm.

6. Can you give me some advice?
c21 - She cries okaaaaaaaaay. this is getting cryptic.

7. What do you think happiness is?
Nine Days - 257 weeks. So cryptic. 257 weeks closer to happiness? the 257 week guide to -zen- happiness, find yourself in 257 weeks, tantric sex in 257 weekly postions? CRYPTIC

8. Do you have any advice to give over the next few hours/days?
Bryan Adams - Get Away Heck, that's advice Í'll keep giving people. Its good advice. RUN AWAY NOW

9. A song for me?
Delta Goodrem - Lost Without You (acoustic) *snort* and You will be?

10. What will tomorrow be like?
Incubus - Stellar (acoustic) yeah man! something to look forward to!

11. What will next year be like?
Everlcear - I will buy you a new life Now we're talking!!! I WANT NOW!

okay, as judging by my previous post, I have realised that I should not really prove to people I am actually nothing but an air head. yes, that is exactly how I think. Its like a dog. focussed till the next treat comes along.

I really need to pick up alternative interests. I don't know. like join an online forum or be active in something. I'm so sedantry, its disgusting. i could be that rock at bikini bottom that keeps recurring in sponge bob square pants. What happened to everything I wanted to do?

y'know, I'm never gonna change the world.

or do something about it.

I will pick up yoga!! Its coming to a CC near me!

all of me, spelling errors and all.

Man, sundays ALONE are so liberating and surprisingly, I cannot believe I think with spaces. I usually thinking its amesh of furious thoughts all jumbled up which it usually is so i dunno maybe cuz its typing. its jo's brithday haven't got anything yet and that reminds me i owe denise a card and I still dunno what exactly to put it in it that would make it worse than putting the wrong's person picc in her card. hahahahhaha
gimme my money back, you bitch. And don't forget to give me back my black tee shirt.
damn that song is funny. hahha. i have so much work to do yet I am so unbothered. what is wrong with me. I dcan't believe I'm typing all of this. Man, I',m getting all unexerccisey and flabby. can't believe my hand hrt from flipping thru tees in heeren,i think i sprained an arm muscle. I sthat even possible?!
Just spent the whole of last nigth watching I heart huckabees which is an interesting take on life and funniness. hahaha. Really, though it was surreal it was poignant and yet funny. stupid but funny. Damn, that reminds me, I have to send anu the post it software! I hope eulogy is like that. lookskinda funny. Lemon TEA! !!!! Mac's lemon tea! Lemon tea! I want to dance. hmmmm, lemme search for in the club. You know, i think the only song I could never get sick off would be jimmy eat world - sweetness. Its been on since I was sec 3 and i could never never never ever get sick of it. You make me so excited and I dun wanna fight it. Ain't nuthin better baby, I start to rush, you are my sugar rush. Reminds me of beach flip flops and candy. I can't stand pple ( i think this ws with lynn) who proclaim to be song elitists *which I do* hahah but i love somepop music and etc etc. AARGH i feel like a poseur. HAha. Jo and I concluded (imptce of good grammar) that i relaly bitch too much and too viciously. WILL NOT BITCH WILL NOT BITCH cuz i always feel guilty. must stop swearing also. Yesterday was kinda fun, realising I am soo sad. I haven't actually crushed at all. properly. wa lau. sucks. I feel like my teenhood was a lie and les sunfulfilled. maybe I realy am asexual. oh dear. dun think I am les but asexual. Its ironic but its terrible. maybe its true. oh hmmm. or hahhaha, it could be cuz nobody wants me. Nobody lurves me everybody hates me..maybe its like that cool program me and Hani were doing till the wee hours of night. Man, I completely hated friday. fell asleep thru every lesson. I mean, kncok myself out kinda sleepy. surviving on 2 hrs of sleep for TWO DAYS. but it also felt liberating. like I was less nice to people and could be more snappy and more bitchy becuase my guard wasn't up.
Okay lunch.

oh dear.

I think I just cackled really loudly in lecture.

I tort I blogged (painful I know..)

Gems from tort lecture

The pedestrian didn’t know where to run so I ran over him
The pedestrian to the pavement but I caught him


Hmm. It isn't that different blogging from lecture. But, there doesn't seem much to say
Hmmm.

I am tired.
2 hrs of sleep.
My hair stinks.
And I really beginning to hate the scene

Urgh. Hmmm, we need more noise words.. Listing the ones I know
Grunk
Gunkh
Urgh
Hmmm
Hmph
urk
gah!
kjsfkjsfsdjfkjsdfnmsbnmbFSkfkjh (i think that would be a series of snorts)

As you can see, coherence is not exactly my high priority.
This was just a formality of blogging from lecture.

I really need help.

This is kinda ugly and was a really long time ago design but I'd rather live with this then people constantly saying "You watch bleach? HUH HUHUHHUHUHUHUHUH?"

shattup and go away

*grouchy*

I am actually contemplating a jog now. I keep wanting to stretch and I wonder if its a sign. urgh.

and more importantly,



HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHI!!

today

I stuck my hand into the law mailbox because I forgot my key.

I'm alive!!

"They were telling us after pract, at debrief, that american
cheerleaders do light weights int he morning, go to school, jog 4 km at lunch,go
for more classes, then jog4 more km in the evening"

- kat

This is enough to make you stop believing in American TV.

flurry of camera!

friends forever.. till one stabs the other in the back. hahha :)

lovely foursome :)

bitchin' buds.

kiwi paradise.

Thank the lord for good cake

*gasp* i'm hittin on deb. i knew i always had bad taste in girls.

and that goes out to every shit guy in our lives.

______ checking out her very *ample* cleavage

we too cool for da camera