Betwixt-isms

is where i lost 10 marks. ish. Chemistry o chemistry.

zomg. Work has been draining the life out of me. Every single day, it’s nothing but work work work. I’m a student for pete’s sake. (who’s pete anyway?) A student, ya hear me?! A student doesn’t have to do bloody work. A student should be worrying about her mid-terms rather than that stupide report due Monday. (It is currently 11.16 p.m. on a Saturday night if you’d like to know.) Anyway, i’m drifting from the point.

        Today, I shall aim to be completely self-absorbed and be all about ME! muahaha. (but before that, i’d like to mention that it’s been eons since i last logged in to Friendster and ‘ey woah, people have been a-changing. Sorry for the language. I talk, think, speak and write in different ways. AND THIS IS SO NOT ME. like, whatever. wth.)

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I am, again, drifting away from the point of this post, which is to be completely self-absorbed. me me me me me. *yawn* okay. To begin with, let me attempt to compose a biography. about me. muahaha.

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I am a human, of the female gender with a normal anatomy, except perhaps, to the chest area where it’s rather flat. I don’t have a funky hairstyle; the one which most people seem to be sporting nowadays. I’m balding anyway and i still find it difficult to believe that the average human loses 50 strands of hair per day because it sounds pretty impossible to still actually HAVE hair after losing so many strands but we’re not here to discuss hair and i really have to end this sentence because it’s bloody long and you’re skipping to the next paragraph but i cannot seem to end this sentence and it’s making me seem like one of those people who cannot stop talking which is, really not me because nevermind, that is the next point so i shall put a full stop to this.

        *phew*

OKay, next.

         I wish i had nicer legs. I wish i can play basketball. I wish i wish i wish. fish bish dish kapish. ehem. As I said, i have a normal human body. I’m a person of average height with a rather dark complexion due to marching under the sun but no, i don’t really wish to have fair skin. I detest whitening products. And stupid whitening products’ advertisements which seem to equate success with a fair skin tone. "Use this cream, get him to notice you. Use this cream, get that dream job." Use this cream, it’ll bleach your skin while making you squander wads of cash better used to buy the heels. ( well, i was going to say that you can give the moolah to the African kids but would you do that?) god i sound preachy.

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I am, again, moving away from the main topic. AAAAAAAAAAgh.

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I have the super amazing ability to make people feel bored. Don’t know why. Maybe I radiate some sort of boring aura. Behold! Your Boredom Queen. Fantastic really, that i can go on and on being boring the way some people can go on and on about politics or football or… something or other. A normal situation usually involves a conversation between me and someone else. It eventually dies down after a few minutes, seconds even. Can’t tell you why, because i don’t know it myself. I’m more of a.. written than spoken person. I stumble over my words because my really really indecisive brain cannot decide on the words it wants.

        Yesh, i’m bloody indecisive. Even if you present me with the exact same two things, I’d agonize over which one to choose, scared that the one i chose would turn out to be the faulty one even though they are exactly the same. I love choices but i hate making decisions. Contradictory no? yes. See what i mean? sigh.

        I have a horrid temper. Really quick and prone to being irritated by the smallest things in the world. Such as getting my sleep disrupted by noise. Cannot lah. Which is why i’m grumpy now because i missed out on an afternoon nap due to high pitch shrieks courtesy of… some people. grr. I’m petty and spoilt and prone to being a whiny brat even though i despise whiny brats myself. I’m a pretty sulky person. *sulks*

        I put myself under strain a lot. Pressure to perform i suppose. But i’m a procrastinator. Which is, not a good thing. But i really do need sleep now. And that is why, i have decided to procrastinate this to be continued at some other date. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year… Ah well, indecisiveness kills. Luv you for reading this till the end. And yes lah, i know you’re bored. 

So many things have happened since the last post. And though i might seem like a very organised ,ahem, person, ahem, every single time i face the screen to blog, my thoughts jumble up. dammit.

        Anyway. Happy Chinese New Year. May you have a joyful year ahead filled with happiness, laughter and joy. Because, really, that’s what matters in life innit? To be happy! (okay, cough up the dough for my Angpaos now. And don’t even think of paying with edible dough. Unless you happen to bake really good brownies. Extreme delish.)

zomg, i have to rush. every single minute, hour, day, every living breathing single moment of my life right now is in a mad rush to complete tasks and examinations.

        You know how a car engine heats up the longer you drive the car? And if it’s too hot, the car breaks down. Heh, damn unromantic la, comparing with a car engine.

Well, speaking about romantiscism, Valentine’s coming up yo. Roses, candies, chocolates, (damn boring lah). You know, I could *ahem* make do with some financial funding. Preferably in the form of a scholarship to an Ivy League. heh. Big Dreams eh. And stop pestering me about who my boyfriend is. The next time someone asks "So, what’s your bf getting for you ar?" I’ll just say…

        "Which boyfriend ar?"

=pppp ha ha. (aiyo, no lah, i’m not a playgirl. I don’t have multiple partners. =p)

        So do i have one? Do you care? Nah. Status remains undisclosed at press time. hee hee. So here’s to all the couples and will-be couples; "Have a Happy Valentine!"

        Funny, i have a heaps to blog about but every time i start typing, i seem to lose my ideas. >.< think.. think.. think.. bah. donnolah. The Valentine mood is very prevalent in my mind right now. heheh. Love is in the air…

Stop. Stop giving me work to do. Stop making decisions which concern matters important to me without asking for my opinion. Stop interfering in my completion of tasks which YOU ASK ME TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE. Stop complaining of how much work you have, when you push it all to me. Stop stealing the recognition I deserve. Stop stealing the capable people whom i work with. Stop giving me orders. Stop quashing my confidence.

        Stop making me cry alone in the room.

’twas the night before Christmas..

Vernon peeped into the room. There under the giant tree (real, shipped from Canada and bought with a 15% discount) were huge presents. Wrapped in the glorious colours of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the presents piled in a festive messiness. But amongst the glaring colours of the presents, was a package, wrapped in ordinary brown paper, tied with white string and smudged with ink, addressed to Vernon himself.

        Now, as he IS the central character of this juvenile attempt at story-writing, we shall all be introduced to Vernon.

"Hello Vernon."

        He looked up, pink nose, whiskers and eyes the colour of dark chocolate staring. Whiskers. Ahh.. For Vernon is a mouse. Not a white mouse, definitely. Oh no, the horror. He’d have to spend hours washing. Not that he doesn’t wash of course. And on that particular day itself, Vernon had spent hours grooming his coat and tweaking his whiskers. "A fine young mouse you are lad," was what Aunt Bernice had said to him. Her daughter, Vivian, smirked at Vernon.

        Blushing, (though luckily, his glorious brown coat hid most of the pink creeping into his face.) Vernon mumbled his customary thanks-you-look-very-nice-Aunt-Bernice and scuttled away to nibble at some cheese (wine-flavoured, imported from Canada with no discount. "Aye, tis’ a new, improved flavour madam. Sold out within two hours yesterday")

         "Hello Vernon"

-eheh. I have no idea where this is all going. Just another stab at writing a small story though where the story is, I do not know. Anyhow, merry christmas and a happy new year everyone. If you’re feeling generous, I’d really like the Temeraire book series. Specifically, His Majesty’s Dragon and Black Powder War. =p I’m rather, er, obsessed with dragons at the moment. By the way, have you met my alter-ego, Lilithuaine the dragon?-

1. I cannot play basketball. At all. =(

2. I hate the sound of the drilling machine.

3. My boots which have been worn only three times, have been thrown away.

4. There are real (but very rare) gems which can be found in lala shops.

5. The ASP bookstore @ SS14 has a twelve per cent discount for textbooks.

6. Your mum can accuse you of sexual harassment. In a joky way. Yep.

7. I am terrible at giving advice vocally.

8. Chinese tea. mmm.

9. The most unexpected people can make you feel loved.

10. Similarly, the most unexpected people can hurt you.

11. People actually read my blog.

12. Chinese chess is interesting. 

Today, we shall discuss about the effects of a Free Trade Agreement between America and Malaysia. =.=

        Hee hee hee.. Eheh. Yes yes, I’ll get to the point. I just want to say, thank you. Thank you so so much. And as unbelievable/ cliched/ scorn-worthy/  shallow/ eyebrow-raising/ "oh really?"/ vomit-inducing/ laughable/ amaaaaaazing/ spur of the moment/ i-should-just-get-to-the-point/ sarcastic/ hahahhahaheeheehoho merry christmas (wth)/ i-should-really-get-to-the-point/ pompous/ girly-shrieky-bimbotic/ swt-worthy as it sounds…

        *ahem* Got carried away. Right. Where was I? Oh yes. OKay. As corny as it sounds, I love you. I really, truly, madly, deeply love love love all of you right down to the meanest carbon atom in your anatomy. Hugs all around now, it’s as rare as.. as.. well, as me making manic professions of loving my friends. 

        And if nothing in this post makes sense to you, it’s doesn’t matter because there was no one else in the world who was happier than I was on the 18th of November 2006.

        Now, back to conquering the world. And biology classes. Paperwork still sucks.

Came back from tuition today to find a slow cooker in the study. A.. s..lo..w.. cooker.. in the study. =.= Kitchen’s being cleared out to make way for the renovations. Ho hum. Lots of noise, dirt and half-naked construction workers. (yeah, yeah, like you won’t notice if there are semi-dressed men with tatoos hammering and yelling shts at the back of your place. Interested? Nah, not me.) Bah. Lucky exams are over. It hasn’t started though; just a little glimpse of the tools here and there.

        Taking a hiatus from all that bullshit paperwork. Portfolio-ing is the most ridiculous task ever created. If you want to bore people, explaining the theory of relativity pales in comparison to thrusting them with portfolio-ing. To add a touche of frustration, ask them to compile info like cert numbers from (extremly) uncooperative humans. hmm. New recipe.

Ingredients.

1. Personal information (a handful)

2. Certificate numbers (minute amounts)

3. Tight deadline (the tighter the better)

4. Uncooperative humans (for best results, this ingredient has to be the most.)

Recipe: Toss in everything and mix well. Garnish it with additional paperwork such as reports, letters and filing. Enjoy.

        Yes, now that we have enjoyed such a wonderful, sensible recipe, shall we not proceed to better things? Indeed, we shall. (See lah, see what paperwork can do to a person’s sanity. DAMN YOU PAPERWORK!)

Anyone knows where to get the irresponsibility flava? I’ll trade it with some procrastination.   

is the movie of the year. MUST. WATCH.

kreuts i’m tired. Tired of all the bullshit which we term as paperwork. Tired of slogging for nothing. Tired of not knowing. Tired of being an idiot. Tired of you. And you. And you. Uhf.