Oh yes..my adventures on Sunday/Monday. Crashing my cousin's house to kop clothes. Nyahahaha. Not really successful. Guess I have to go buy shorts myself. 3 for $10, anyone?

Did a little sketching at SB. I don't like how people look at me when I'm sketching. I'm not on display.. :X Spent $6.50 to reconfirm my suspicions that SB's dark mocha is not for my stomach. Boohoo.

Oh oh, I forgot to mention: I got cut by a flying price tag. Go me. I wonder if it'll leave a scar.

So..it seems like I shall try to blog properly. I can't seem to find the source of motivation, but I'll just do so for now.

It's officially the first day of school today. I was plenty annoyed by the inefficiency of public transport. Waited 20mins for the bus. At the bus interchange. The last time I checked the board, it said the bus interval would be sometime around 8-15mins. Shouldn't the bus frequency be pretty accurate at the interchange? What made me more sore was the fact that not only did I run to catch the bus to go to the interchange, I ended up late even though I left my house way earlier. 55mins of travel..

Went to comp lab to print. Discovered my bag makes a 'thud, thud' sound whenever I walk. It was more apparent in the silent, empty corridors. Haven't figured out what causes it. After printing, there was an hour to kill before lecture. Read the GEK notes. Kept getting stuck at that one paragraph.

Lecture time. Um....managed to stay awake. 45mins of intro. The end. One take back was copying down the title of a recommended reference...which..isn't very reliable, as we learn at the end of the lecture, because the answers in the examples are mostly wrong. o_o;

Ventured into studio out of curiosity, only to discover that many of my fellow course mates have already labeled their seats...and I inevitably felt compelled to do so too. It'll be such a joke if it turns out that our seats are pre-assigned. What a..competitive environment we thrive in.

Journey home.

Slack and slack, as usual.

And now I think I have to go pack my bag..and perhaps plan my time such that I will be on time for lecture. Wait, make that certain.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

Her: :)
Me: :)
Her: Thank you! See you again sir!
Me: !

Thursday, 16 July 2009

;___; I want my chiochio...

Friday, 17 July 2009

Last free lunch. Starbucks.
I also felt like puking.

Saturday, 18 July 2009

Computer-chan...
:(

Providing service is pretty difficult. I am increasingly more appreciative of people in the service sectors. (But of course with exceptions. For example, the beloved bookshop Auntie) They are, afterall, human. You can't expect them to treat you like royalty.

I'm using this as a reminder such that should the future me turn into one of those detestably demanding and difficult customers, reading the above would knock some sense back into me.

I'm seriously eying that bag and dogtag. Sigh....I want.. But 200+ for a bag? No way...
*cough* To the people who owe me my birthday present(s) since year whatever..please own up so that I can give you an idea of what I would like as a birthday present for x years, given that x refers to the number of years without a present. j/k lol

My shower foam no longer has that pungent smell of...flowers? Thankfully. But now, it smells like antibiotics syrup. Yes, WUT?

I cannot stand people who spray perfume on themselves as if using insecticide to kill their most hated bug. I am seriously suffocating by being next to them. Even if it's some really nice, sweet scent. It's like standing next to a walking candy floss.

But the worst is to stand next to someone with the stench of cigarettes. Just that smell is revolting enough for me, not to mention the smoke.

I think I can describe how it's like for me going to the hairdresser's. A love-hate relationship. Today's was...amusing? The two hairdressers were gossiping with each other on some aunty who wants her son's hair to be cut really nice and neat i.e. totally round. They kept harping on that point, perhaps trying to make me laugh. But for all I know, I could be the next hot topic of their gossip session the moment I step out. This was especially apparent when he asked me what hair cut I want. And, for the nth time, I'm really bad at Chinese..so..I have difficulty explaining nor do I even know how to describe what I want. Gave up eventually. I also officially hate the 'bob' haircut. SRSLY. Why does every hairdresser recommend it?? I think that's what I got.

So I left the seat at the salon without making any eye contact with the hairdresser. Looking at him, even. Because I knew that my face was very, very black the moment I saw my new hair..

Left for work soon after... Need to earn back the 10bucks to repay yet another ruined attempt at getting a nice haircut.

Back at home, I spent 30mins in front of my bathroom mirror. Not because I was busily admiring my reflection, but furiously cutting my hair myself. Seriously, ohmytian, what kind of stupid hairstyle did he give me???

I hope it's better now, since I've resorted to DIY.

I've heard that people cut their hair because they're depressed.
It's the other way round for me.

Hahaha. Okay. After abandoning this place for eons, I'm back once again. I've really lost interest into writing about mundane happenings in my daily life. Even stuff that are memorable (or traumatising).

See, I remember, just the night before release of A level results, I fell down the flight of stairs, hurting myself as a result. It was awful ramming my elbow against the railings and landing on my tailbone. ): I still remember how I couldn't get up for a moment, and just sat on the landing dumbly while the group of people at the interchange just looked at me. -.- Thanks man. All the 袖手旁观 people. After struggling, I finally managed to get up and slowly, slooooowly made my way to the queue for my bus.

So the next day, I went to collect my ______ results with my elbow, knee and ankle bounded. So kua zhang right? Needless to say, I was upset when I looked on that piece of paper that would more or less determine my future. Wanted to crush it so badly. In the end I just tossed it somewhere in my bag and couldn't care less if it got crumpled, which it did. Haha. JC has made me even more heck care than before..

I think I see quite a few of my primary school classmates these days. Come to think of it, primary school, more specifically, in lower primary, was the time when I could actually telephone some random classmate to talk nonsense. From then onwards, I only got calls asking for homework reports. Or SOS-how-to-solve-this-question!! calls. Basically asking for favours. That's all. Feels like running a hotline, no?

But it's alright. I don't talk much afterall. I've been classified as the presenceless "ghost" type..lol.

Due to H1N1, I bid farewell to the HK trip. Sigh..I want my bo lor bao, egg tart, yinyang and nai cha.. More importantly, I want to escape this horrible weather!! Really want to chop off my hair the the moment. Save some shampoo and possible weigh a few grams lighter. Not to mention, I want a break from work...

The good thing is, I think I've finally (omg!) made a friend from work. YES! No more mere acquaintances.. It's so sian cultivating bad breath and always having to pretend that I have things to do..
I also think she's quite chio!! :D
So anyway, the point was that, at least I can see her at work? Hopefully? Hahaha. Besides being able to continue earning money la..

My liking to work fluctuates every now and then.. Right now it's at its bottommost. Sigh.
Btw, I'm still waiting for my phlegm to go away. Shoo!!


I -heart- TJCO.
CONGRATULATIONS!!
GWH 8D

Loves.

For a moment, I'd almost forgotten my account and password. HAHAHA. It's been quite a while since I last came here.

I've made my choice. Took me a long time to finalise. Not to mention annoy majority of my friends with my indecisiveness, etc etc. Been asking around, and although from what I've heard (most advise me against it), I've still chosen that route based on what I believe is interest. Now it's a matter of whether I am qualified to take it. (or maybe there's not enough people to make up the quota D: ) After that, we'll see how it goes...

So, thank you to all whom I've bothered with my countless questions and pestering. : D

I've been wanting to practise for a long time, but every time I get the urge, my mind tells me it's not pretty wise to cultivate bacteria and viruses inside my beloved dizi(s). Boohoo. I can only uh..learn/practise vibrato by laughing for no reason.

I am also pretty sick of this template and whatever errors blogger claims it has..but I also like it still. It's a love-hate relationship so I have no motivation to change it. Well, not much, anyway.

I lied. I'm just too lazy and I can't be bothered. Neither do I have the time. 'cause I wanna play and slack around, see. (plus, the fact that I hardly pop by here anymore)


I think money is pretty important.

That was an understatement, by the way.

Okay. Sigh.. I'm really, really tired of this. Once the medication stops, I'm hacking and coughing,splitting out yellow phlegm and blowing out yellow mucus plus blood. AHHH. It's been a month. WHY can't I just recover!? Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. At this rate I'm gonna have to take MC again and most probably annoy my bosses. No, wait, I don't want that to happen!! Ahhh..what's happening to me??

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words.
How ironic.

Anyways, I'm glad to be free of having to listen to the same few CNY songs played on loop for 12 hours straight everyday. Phew. I feel sick even when I happen to hear the same song being played in some random stall..

Currently looking for another part time job to fill up the spaces...it's hard. D: I'm so tired of seeing so many good paying jobs that I can't go for..because of my current commitment.. ):

After packing my room yesterday, and sorting all freebies gotten from JC open houses...I have this incredible urge to go to some of the open houses this year! Argh! Imagine all the vouchers and cool stuff I can get! Transport fees aside, I have work next week..so..nooo I can't go! D: I really want a voucher for a hair cut and etc. Ah..