collin and dogs.

You don't hear me ranting about wanting a dog anymore, do you?

Firstly, it has got to do with the fact I ain't not moving anymore. More importantly though, was what Collin said to me one day when I was discussing animatedly about buying dogs – the breed, the gender, blah.

He said something in the line of “it’s your dog; it’s up to your decision”.

Now, you may not understand how in relationships specifying boundaries using words like “mine” and “yours” are extremely sensitive issues.

Further probing, he finally said, “if you get a dog, I will take care of it but I will take care of it like it’s your dog”.

Seriously, I was hurt. I am hurt. Because all along, throughout the entire length (and breadth and depth) of our relationship, I always thought it was mutual that one day we will get a dog and it will be OURS, not “yours”.

(Wait. In the 1st place, you don't hear me rant about Collin that much anymore. Not that we've been quarrelling but the last time we did, i posted some spiteful entries and apparently his friend's friend reads my blog and told his friend. So this friend asked Collin about it and eventually Collin confronted asked me about it.

Yah yah. I understand perfectly whatever I put up here is in the public domain. You are free to use it however you like to. Generally I do not enjoy people quoting me out of context because sometimes whatever is said here are out of impulse or are momentary emotions; and it also depends how comfortable I am with you to share things further.

So I would like to ask of you, whatever you read here, stays here. Ok, i guess that's impossible. Aiya, do whatever you want to. But please respect that if we want to tell you more, we would alright?)

Ok. I digressed badly. Where was I?

Don’t get started about how couples get engrossed about making things “OURS”, I perfectly understand how we all need our own space and not everything has to be shared. (That will be kind of disgusting isn’t it?)

Assumptions kill.

Anyway, I went as far as calling up Xiang asking her if Oreo was “hers” or “theirs”. Childish? You can call it social comparison. Needless to say it was theirs lar.



Oreo says *yawn* hi.
The implication lies here – if you have a family unsupportive of the whole dog idea, you will need a mate to battle it through (literally) with you. (Jackson, good job you!)

But yes, it will be mine, mine, mine! (I wrote a hazy entry about this which I can’t seem to be able to find now.) Stop living in your fairy tale and here’s your wake up call. And it might just be all the better that I know now than to have a non-committal him after the dog is in our hands.

Enough about (sometimes) irky bf, here’s my favourite dogs' list:

My all time love: Shih Tzu
I love the flatness of their faces ’cause they look like they would smash their faces into walls wherever they go (kind of sadist but cute!). Perfect ‘cause they are incredibly lazy at times, and cheery at others.

New love: Dachshund
Simply 'cause of the short legs! I am tickled just by imagining them run so hard but cover only a short distance regardless.

Maltese

The jumpier version of Shih Tzu; equally endearing.

Golden Retriever

Need I say more?

If all the pictures of the dogs tug at your purse strings, make sure they tug at your heart strings as well.

While channel-hopping yesterday, there was this news that speculates that abandonment cases of dogs may be on the rise as we enter the Lunar Year of the Dog. I mean, that's crap. So do you get a dragon in the Lunar Year of the Dragon? A cow? A monkey? A tiger? (Maybe people would if they could. Oh wells..)

I am hesitant about bringing in this cliche phrase but i am saying it nonetheless 'cause it speaks so much truth:

to you, he might as be a dog.
but to him, you are everything.

getting neurotic.

Yes, I know. I am blogging for the third time today.

It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me.

And funny when it becomes apparent that weekends equate to spending time with one person (in my case, Collin), such that when he ain't around, you spend both your weekends at *horrors* HOME.

Seriously, I’m not complaining. It was a timely departure because I needed this time badly to finish up projects and catch up with school work. But the thing about staying at home for me is, I can't bloody hell study or sit still for longer than half an hour as a matter of fact. I’ve probably rummage the food shelf and the refrigerator a hundred times today.

Oh yea, study period makes one pfft… phat.

I read that humans are all social beings. We need all need interactions. However, my cooping up at home has reduced communications next to none. Other than some exchanges with my family, the only conversations I have are random calls from project mates and those on MSN (though I try not to go on MSN too much ‘cause it’s difficult to get off).

As such, please do not blame me if you happen to talk to me and I get extremely crappy and chatty.

My next source of interaction.

Tagboard!! Though it’s getting a little too quiet the last coupla’ days. Not that I’ve been writing anything controversial to elicit your response anyway (all the boring-lamenting-school entries *yawn*), but still tag me, tag me!

Talk to me before the neurotic me surfaces and I might just start talking to myself.

all the ride for nothing. ha.

what does my signing off quote says?

looking back, moving on.

it's done. i'm outta here.

ha. all the ride for nothing indeed.

each time i think of a reason to walk away,

ten other reasons surfaced to make me stay.

wells, might as well.

smiling again. : )

my last 20 days - bkk trip hitched; collin called.

All the chocolates and chips are coming back with double vengeance. Ulcer sucks.

And,

There are some hitches to the year-end Bangkok trip. Regrettably, Geo has lessons during one of the days of our stipulated travel. The trip might be cancelled if we can't find an alternative slot, such that all 6 of us can make it.

Anyway, I am determined to go somewhere this holiday. So I will be somewhere no matter what, but maybe not Bangkok if the others can't make it. Hopefully, I get to travel to different places every holiday. Time to see the worlddd.. : )

On a happier note:

Collin called yesterday in the midst of his five days field camp. Funnily they got a one day break from out field and are allowed to return to their base (or whatver it is supposed to be called) to sleep; and call home, i.e. me.

Again, I am coping quite well with his absence. I have too many things to be bothered about, than to grieve his lack of presence. There are 3 projects due in the next 2 weeks and exams coming up in 20 days.

And yes, I am very very lagged in my studies. Pfftt..

i love my nm3215 project.

i don't know if i mention this before but i am taking this level 3 module called [advertising strategies] this semester *uber fun*.

anyway, we have a group project which requires us to come up with an advertising campaign for a selected brand and our group has chosen to do on Creative Technology Ltd.

although i am no Creative fan (Apple still rules), i must say we did such a marvellous job with this campaign. it's a good team and you see ideas being thrown around all the time. i like.

i will put up the ads, that we conceptualised and materialised from nothing, after the presentation on 4th Nov (next friday). hee, to play safe - lest anyone poach our idea. so please check back, will you?

in fact, we love our concept so much, we hope we can wow the teacher such that perhaps, PERHAPS, clinging on to the most remote possibility, she'll recommend our ad to Creative. whoopee*

it's always good to dream; to aim high. isn't it? :)

... 03 more projects to go.

p e r s e v e r a n c e .

p o s i t i v e n e s s .

meetup with xiang and eunice. :)

I forgot to blog about the meet up with Geo and Eunice on Monday.

It's a small world. See, Geo is my sec sch friend and Eunice is my jc classmate. Years down the road, the both of them become uni mates at SMU, which explains our meet up. :)

Miscommunication. Those girls ah, they happily made me wait for them at PS Cartel for at least 10 minutes. Only to realise they were heading towards City Hall's Cartel when I called Geo. Ha. The assumptions we made when Geo simply said meet at Cartel.

Anyway, we finally meet after they made me I travel back to City Hall. *whee* So glad to be seeing Eunice again, after like 2 years. (Geo, I am happy seeing you too, ok? Just that we are seeing quite a lot of each other nowadays. Haa.) Still looking great, babe!!

Had a great time bitching, catching up and sharing beauty tips (most of the time). Haa, the things girls do when they meet up. We should do this more often!

Thanks Geo for all the SKII samples!! It's good to have friends like Geo (meaning anyone tai-tai and utterly spoilt *urps*). I love the cleanser but the miracle water really smells bad (like stale fish?).

And the only thing we forgot to do?

No photos taken. How can? I actually charged both my batteries for the meet up lor. Nvm, let's try meeting up again before the semester ends. This time, we shall specify the venue (and not just the company *wink*).

I am so looking forward to the year end Bangkok trip!!!

Redang next year, Xiang? :)

Quote of the day:

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable
that we have to alter it every six months.

-- Oscar Wilde

crappy website and where's my laptop? shrugs.

i was feeling bored from all the readings i have to do.

i have a test that constitutes 40-bloody-% of that whole module tommorrow. there are like 13 chapters to cover! and i only finish one, can you believe this!? pfffffffftttttt...

anyway, so i went to dug out the url of this website we (or i rather say "I") have to do for my IT1001 [Introduction to Computing] project last semester, to amuse myself a lil.

remember this?

(from the march 31st's entry)

with whatever limited html skills i learnt from tweaking my blogskins and my many trial and errors attempts with macromedia fireworks and adobe photoshops,

i single handedly came up with this in three days *tadah* ---

http://www.comp.nus.edu.sg/~u0400023/intro.html
freaking CMI. the website only works well on IE, so you firefox users, don't visit lar.

and i realise my current blogskin looks like crap on firefox too. that has to be changed. but after this semester ends ok?

now, i shall go hide my laptop and feign amnesia.

i shall not, i will not, i must not come online till i finish all the remaining 12 chapters!!! wish me luckkkk!!!

of family, self, bangkok and collin.

The chilling off period was shorter than expected. I’ve just returned to my room after dinner/supper with them in the living room, though I was mostly quiet. Lingering memories of yesterday's incident..

I kind of regret saying some thing I really shouldn't yesterday; some thing i know wasn't true; some thing I know I'll regret saying but I said it nonetheless.

At the fit of the anger, wells.. I guess I can pardon myself for that. Childish thing to say, really.

Anyway, I took the opportunity to inform them of my December holiday trip to Bangkok. Ha.. Underhand (hor?) 'cause I know after the unhappy episode yesterday, no one will have much comment. So.. Good!!

BKK~ here i come!!!
Pratunum, MBK, Tokyu, Boots, mango with glutinous rice, Siam Square, massage, manicure, fake abercrombie, fake hollister, cheap earrings, cheap accessories, cheap food, cheap birdnest, cheap but authentic Levis, Chatuchak, MK, lingerie, more more lingerie, Chinatown, Patpong, i-dont-like-but-geo-like tomyam soup, er.. and maybe tiger show.

Wah wah wah~ Wait for me!!! This shall be my motivation to study for exams.

Geo, Fang, Meng, Ethan!!! Don't pang sei!!! Maybe I shall drop the idea of going to Holland V's FOS and start saving up. I shall live like a vagabond from now on.

The thought of it makes me very very happy. *hump-de-da-di-daaa*

My sis just returned from Frankfurt, and Frankfurt could only mean one thing – absolutely fantabulous chocs. *look down at waistline* ahh.. Who cares!!

Actually I do, which explains why I managed to move my ass out of the house for a half hour run. But that’s only after gobbling 1 big stick of Ferrero’s Giotto (the best, swear by it), half a bar of some milk choco thingy and 2 small sticks of Ferroro’s strawberry choco. Sinful sinful.

Perhaps I should run more. You get to jingle those stubborn fats and it is kind of therapeutic too. :)

Reminder to self:
Get sis to buy Birkenstock when she goes to Frankfurt again. Right now, I’m still very much a Havaianas fan.

(Collin hasn't called me for two days. Rockhampton is a horrible place 'cause the place they are in has no reception or whatsoever. So I last heard he bought a international calling card (ICC) from his runner, which requires him to run to the public phone to make a call and it can only last him 3 hours or so, hence he is going to ration that out among 30 days. Hell*)

** meeting geo and eunice (yes, 26/02 eunice) at SMU tomorrow for a short lunch/coffee session. whoops~ haven't seen that girl (eunice) for the longest time. hey hey my SMU babes, come drop by to see me, won't you? i'll be there from 12pm to around 2+pm. i miss my neh neh poks!!! and jas and huiling.

thank you xiang. really.

crying is such a energy sapping thing to do. and it's such an unglam affair too.

well, depending how you cry, mine was. imagine your mouth and nose and eyes all squashed up to the centre, with chokeful of tears falling all over and all the time. then you woke up the next morning feeling extremely tired, the eyes especially, despite a good 6 hours sleep.

crying is still, good. morrie says so too. i rather cry and release all that pent up emotions than to let me die from within.

so yea, i am feeling slightly better. still, i am going to hide in my shell a little longer. two days, that's all i need.

and i really want to thank xiang. xiang, you're the babe! i'll probably be crying till now if i don't have you come in to talk to me. you probably ain't aware of the intensity of what you did last night but i'll say akin to an angel's breathe. (i shall stop here so as not to spoil the "moment", you get me. :) )

some things screwed up - my internet and my phone mainly - we couldn't continue sharing but i'll love to hear you finish the story of oreo's fight (and yours). now i am saying again, a HUMONGOUS T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-UUU!!

everyone needs friends and i've got great ones.
life isn't tt bad afterall?

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i said before it is the difference that draws us together.

collin is everything i was not.
his family is everything my family is not.
to some extent, that's why i'm with him and no one else.

if there is a need for balancing the yin and the yang, i'm yin and he's the yang.

and for that, i am grateful.

why cant u just love me?

i'm choking and shaking.

crying so much there are no tears left in me.

there is no place for me in this house.

you told me otherwise. but fact is that's how i really feel.

love me for who i am. accept me for what i am.

everything i get from here is financial.

maybe if i am independent one day, i can just walk away, feeling indifferent?

right now, i just want to go away.

but i know i won't, for obvious reasons. where do i go?


leave me alone. in my little corner.

goodbye my love.

Backdated entry:
Collin left on 19 October to Rockhampton, Australia for a month.
That day is also our 65th monni-versary.

Come back soon..

he says never mind,
i'll be back soon.
i say yah right.

and so he walk, walk, walk away.


i'll be right here, waiting for you to be back..
t o c o l o u r m y w o r l d a g a i n . . .

i think i will miss you.

i did well for my 2nd test of this semester, and i did well for the 1st one too. finally, you see qimin studying smart. and at the rate i am going, maybe one day, i might just master the art of (pesky) classmates who don't bother to attend lessons but still do (f*cking) well.

i don't advocate studying hard. (study smart is the way to go, alright!) but i never feel comfortable enough if i do not cover ALL the necessary groundwork. this probably explains why i am always UNcomfortable huh? haha. 'cause i am never rarely consistent and enjoy doing my stuff last minute (ay, no time, no time).

still, i am one proud girl. lalala*

anyway, i don't know what's with this semester. i seem to be working extraordinary hard. not on par with the class, no no (that will be unlike me isn't it). just that the work to be done gets done in no less than perfection.

darn, i am a closet perfectionist! convincing myself otherwise: *i am not i am not i am not i am not i am not i am not i am not i am not*

a little more than a month to go, i hope to wrap up this semester nicely, since i've already slogged most part of the semester.

deadlines are drawing near again. *pull out some hair* and collin is going away tomorrow, so that makes one less distraction. i only hope his absence doesn't serve as a distraction for me.

awwww.. one month. i think i will miss you.

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i want i want:
- that purple triumph bra
- a nice womanly jacket, not another sports (read: adidas) jacket
- (then again, i don't mind) that yellow "racer" adidas jacket
- that "blink blink" guess watch


dear fill in the blank ,

if i can get fantabulous complexion, i would forgo all the items stated above and give away my favourite green adidas bag. (so how?)

love,
qimin

ug swensens meetup!

i'm aware i promise photos since last thursday. but better late than never right?

i've been busy spending time with collin (before he leaves for wallaby for a month) and shuttling between my remaining 3 projects and 1 test. (down from 5 projects and 2 tests. woohoo*) academic work are kind of taking a back seat now though. whatever i lose out i will chase it back during this one month period, so you there reading my blog may not be seeing me that often afterall. trust me, i got a zillion to catch up and i think i might just make central library my second home (that is of course if i ever manage to pin myself down to studyy).

'nuff talk. here's pictures to ug outing at swensens last tuesday:


ug are tuesday people.

and we are the usual early-comers on tuesdays.

slowly but surely, the others arrived.
Here's Fang..

and Meng and our not-so-bald-anymore Ting.

The (trying to be) Funny. The Bored(s). The Evil.

Meiqi is evil too, cause she shoved the camera to my side and away from her just so that her face appears smaller (or mine bigger) in the photo. tsk.. friends i've got.

us. us. us.

always summing up the evening with some groupie.

lovely lovely ladies..

and if ug means one who bitches about anything under the sun, meng you are in!!!
either we taught you well, or it's your naturally inherited characteristics.

i think we think it's the latter definitely. *nods in agreement* tsk tsk.

8 hours of webcast. mug mug mug.

i know. i know. i promised pictures.

but i'll be having this test tomorrow and i haven't study at all. what makes matter worse is, i haven't even been attending lectures. so that makes 4 webcast lectures to watch by the end of today.

say each webcast lecture is 2 hour long, so 4 times 2hr is 8 hours and the time now is 3:24pm, meaning i will only finish watching all 4 lectures at 11:24pm tonight.

(1 minute just ticked, so its 11:25pm.)

ah.. you catch my drift. veli veli busy ok? (retribution for being veli veli lazy.. boo.)

promise it'll be up by saturday. and yes, meiqi - come online and i'll INITIATE to send to you ok? haha.

my motivation:
indochine with my hubbing mates on friday night!!

whee*


ps: you can visit geo's blog for a sneak preview. she have already uploaded some pics. :)

g i m m e s t r e n g t h.

skirts skirts skirts and me.

Ok. I admit I haven't been wearing much jeans/pants to school lately.

2 months into the semester, I guess this fact is beginning to sink in and I get people coming up to me with remarks like, "you don't like to wear pants, is it?" or "your hems are going higher and ur collar lower". (Vivian said the latter, and it isn't true alright?! Haa.)

The truth.

It is this thing about working in StarHub. SH traumatises me so much that jeans has come to epitomise anything mundane, highly un-interesting and totally sianified.

I can count with one hand, the number of times I wore jeans to school. (Only once did I wear jeans without folding it up - and that's because I have a presentation.)

I told 'ya, it's StarHub. And I need some time to get over it so please love me and my skirts for the time being. :)

Or maybe all I need is a new pair of (Levis/AX) jeans. Haa.. Perhaps..?

(Just got back not too long ago from meeting up with UG. Will blog about that - with photos - tomorrow when I've uploaded them to my laptop and decided not to be lazy . Do check back!)

all in a game.

even if this is a game,

we have dangled enough.

rethinking issues.

there seems to be a lot more things i ain't putting up on my blog anymore.

you never know who's reading; then you got to keep in mind sensitivities; (still) more importantly, you never know who's reading and text is like how easily misinterpreted (so this is where the false information start spreading).

anyway, i have been re-thinking some issues.

ever since the start of this semester, i've been so busy with school i realise i haven't been really there for some friends. some serious matters happen here and there, i want to be there but more often than not, i brush them aside, comforting myself by saying it isn't 'cause i don't want to be there but i can't. i haven't really been a good friend.

i am also trying to restart some friendships from zero - those friendships that go awry once you know something you really shouldn't. then everyone start to act weird, mainly myself, and everything start to go downhill from there. it shouldn't be.

lastly, i am thinking of this highly controversial issue. it's difficult to even suggest it to friends so i rather keep it to myself for the time being. serious consequences and we'll see where my feelings lead me.. in any case, i don't wish for it to turn out bad.

(Hallmark is showing Tuesdays with Morrie. on TV. there goes sleep..)

lets grow old together..

xiang's the babe! look what this sweet little lady did!!



i see these smiling faces and they make me want to cry.

babes, i really appreciate ur friendships.i want us to grow old together.

shall we? shall we?

projects - the good and the go-to-hell.

yesterday's marketing presentation was a blast.

to quote my tutor, "i was tempted to give you guys an A+, based on the presentation. if you guys continue to do this for other modules, you will do well." if you are curious, we got an A-. bah. 'cause she wanted more focus on X but we emphasised more on Y. i wonder if she remember there is an A in between A+ and A-.

haa.. but doesn't matter. we achieve a one grade improvement as a group, from B+ to A-. (yes, this module has 2 projects in a semester. -_-") individually, i got a two grades jump. *do a small victory dance* from B+ to A. she mentioned in the evaluation sheet that i improved significantly from the last presentation (thanks to the many inspiring speakers i met this semester) and that i was a "relaxed speaker" but truth is, i was on the verge of jerking my hair out whilst presenting. the show must go on..

i needed a sign and i got it. i am happy. i sound like i am putting emphasis on the grades here but i am NOT. it's about being rewarded/appreciated/recognised for your hard work. you get me?

i've taken two business modules so far, you can't believe how much i enjoy both my biz project groups.



SNAP, our very any-o-how group name.
our 2nd presentation is on BMW, so we went out to the carpark and found one to take pics with.



the guys.
(know-alot-'bout-cars) qiyan, (relax) jiahao and (present-as-if-is-talking-to-recruits) daqi.

the girls.
the guys call us showgirls, so that makes us incredibly hot-sexy-and-gorgeous
me, fengxue and yiyi.

groupie.
great people to work with. :)

all the emo posts yesterday, i guess it's really because i was upset that my tutor (for another project) screwed up our presentation. bloody hell biased. it was a one hour tutorial and she assigned us to be the 2nd group to present. each group is suppose to present for not more than ten minutes (according to her goddamnit guidelines), but she allowed the 1st group to drone on for 40 minutes. that leaves us 5-10 minutes to present since she has to end class early to let us travel to the next class. happily, she splits our presentation into two parts. WHO THE FARK SPLITS PRESENTATION INTO TWO PARTS! THIS IS NOT A LECTURE AND WE ARE HELL NO LECTURERS.

and why? 'cause there is this super disgusting bootlicker in that group. the guy who must open his big fat gap everytime the lecturers/guest speakers open the floor for questions. the same guy who have to talk to every single guest speaker that comes and do his stupid networking. he wouldn't be so abhorred if he is as friendly and proactive to his fellow classmates but no, we are too unworthy of his attention and he obviously think he is one grade higher than the rest of us. why don't you just stuff your head in the toilet bowl and flush yourself down?

GRRR~ ok.. i am feeling better.

obviously, this tutor loves him and even though his group was the 1st to present, she was totally loving his group's idea and gave them like a zillion feedbacks, told them to improve on it and send it back to her. what does that make the rest of us? i rather not do anything at all then. i am upset 'cause she negated all our efforts. she din even bother to say anything after we present our 1st part but turn to the another guy in THAT group and continue to rattle about adding history and whatever shit to their part. HELLO??? we are humans too.

i liked her. now i think she should really not teach and go back to where she come from. she's so going to die when we come to the year end appraisal.

and so, i was saying i need a sign and i got it. not all tutors are as biased and buy into the wayangness of some imbeciles. i just pity these people.

frustration vented. i am all smiling. it's weekendddddd.

(i guess i haven't grown, nor outgrown. *smile*)


PS:
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we need 200 respondents, we have 108 as of yesterday. thank you so so much!! lub lub. :)

hang on.

(sorry for the CBD, complusive blogging disorder. lots of emotion surges lately. x'cuse me.)

bad vibes. good vibes. bad vibes. good vibes. bad vibes.

life is pretty much like a roller coaster for me these days.

friends, allow me to disappear for a while.

damn.. i sound like some emo wreck.

you know, it's the kind of time where you feel so cluttered with everything.

you can't figure out what's wrong, but things are just not right.

i say this to my friends, i say this to myself:

no matter how bad the current situation seems to be, no matter how strong the feelings (towards the situation, not feelings feelings) appear to be now, things will pass.

so hang on meanwhile.

i am hanging on a thin thread.

but am still hanging on, alright.

breathe. just breathe.

Breathe - Anna Nalick

Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button, girl
so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breath, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel
You shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made
You'll just make them again if you'll only try turnin' around





pent up emotions. sometimes it's good to let a tear or two flow. just breathe.

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try Cryin' by Aerosmith as well.

doesn't speak my story (or at least for now) but these three liners kind of get to me.

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin to forget you
Your love is sweet misery

i guess it speaks the story of everyone at some point of their life. sweet misery.

people, people, me.

gays are nice ppl. i love making frens with gays

haaa.. cos they dun pose a threat.. no complications of emotional involvement.


true.
some people read me better than i can read myself.

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one thing i hate about friendster:

hey there.. ya open minded? intro?

i mean puh-lease.. get a life. what do you know about me from one mere picture.

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busy this semester may be, i've grew quite a lot (or perhaps it's too early to conclude):

one very engaging speaker. wow.

one highly articulated girl. double wow.

one who seems to scrutinise what i wear and (almost) never fail to come up to me to discuss my clothes every week. (harmless but still.. perhaps this is the highest form of flattery. shrugs.)

one irritating classmate whom everyone hates but tutors love. burn and die, go to hee-al.

one biased teacher. blind blind blind.

one girl pal in the making. thanks.

that's a lot to digest in a semester.

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something about me is changing and i can't really put a finger to it.

when i set up my friendster account in oct 2003, i wrote in my profile:
"abhor any form of injustice and cruelty(esp if directed towards me.. serious!)."

i remember being extremely agitated if someone treats me less than i deserve. nowadays, i can't seems to get angry for long (if at all) and 's been accepting my lot.

either i've grown, or i've outgrown this world.

accepting your lot. hmm..

let's be 13 years old once more.


(edit: perhaps it's not accepting your lot, but suppression of feelings. IT IS suppression of feeling and i just release it. feeling a lil' better.)

bleached white bikini!!

sindy, go bleach your white bikini!! it works!!!

and the silver embriodery (of the logo and word, roxy) doesn't even discolour and/or smudge. bwahahahaha. happy happy once again.

anyway, it's looking a little yellow, probably 'cause i soaked it for 24 hours? does excessive bleaching make clothes turn yellow? (i'll make a horrible housewife. eh.. i don't intend to be one anyway. rich tai tai sounds good, but i can imagine collin giving me the totally grossed out face. i mean.. what's wrong!?)

then again, it may just be the lighting. i am just glad the colour is uniform, not some CMI batik artwork. i am really contemplating soaking it further with the green bikini, should bleaching doesn't work, and hope i achieve a nice uniform shade of pale green. quite difficult i know, but it doesn't matter anymore!

whee* cheerios.

smile, people. smile.

we students have short attention span.

When the lecture bores you..

doodling. "catching a falling star
and put it in your pocket,
never let it fly away."

take pikchers..
a very willing (and extremely pink) Ali

and a unwilling Tze Chia.
here looking hardworking but studying for another module in the lecture really.

who let the dog out?
woof woof woof!

I wanted to say the lecturer is BORING but in view of the recent (one too many) libel cases, better support your statement.

IVLE says it's a class of 146 people.


Eh.. Not very justified hor. Sorry, I take everything I said back, can. It's because we students have SHORT attention span and REFUSE to be engaged by our very interesting lecturer. IT'S ALL OUR FAULT. Boo*

Remember what they say, Big Brother is watching.


PS: Actually I would like to see more sedition/libel cases involving blogging/foruming come up 'cause I'm doing a individual report on it. Anyone to the challenge? Haa..

ain't moving anymore.

My dad just told me we ain't moving anymore.

Sigh. I knew it.

Nvm.

stupid poh. boo.

You can call me stupid poh from now on.

'cause I did two very dumb(ass) things.

1st, by over soaking my bikinis.

2nd, by forgetting to remove this retarded black hair clip from my green bikini, thus leaving a rust mark that’s at least 5 cm long on it.

3rd,

(Ok.. that will be THREE dumb(ass) things I did.)

3rd, I BLOODY HELL SOAK MY WHITE AND GREEN BIKINI TOGETHER!!!

AND YES, THE STUPID GREEN BIKINI ACTUALLY DISCOLOURS*.

*or whatever shit you call it. 脱色, geddit?

Now, my very 1st bikini aka the white roxy one aka the one I bought together with Sindy is a freaking piece of batik art. Argh.. gruesome patches of white and pale green.

Boo.. I read the tag and they said not to bleach the bikini. Heck, I am bleaching it now, hopefully it turns white again.

If you know what happens when you bleach it, e.g. the bikini will dissolve or something, please lemme know so I can remove it asap. I really rather have a loserish batik bikini than to have none at all.

Boo.. I am STUPID POH. :(

chiong chiong chiong.. boo.

It takes me THREE FULL DAYS to consolidate the slides for TWO PROJECTS.

Now I realise for a closet perfectionist like me, what seems an easy job is actually a bloody time consuming task.

I am just glad it's over.

For the time being.


This week's going to be an exciting week 'cause I'll be clearing 2 of my 5 projects. But no, I don't think I even have the time to take a breather since I’ve got another 3 projects and 2 term tests coming up.

Chiong chiong chiong. This sem is crazy.

Where’s my social life?

I want to blow bubbles and do nothing all day long.

frustration.

bogged down with projects.

i am feeling frustrated.

then i am disappointed 'cause he couldn't understand my frustration, if he is even listening to me at all. i don't think he is, seriously.



screw the world.

interesting links/happenings.

From Nic's Lair through IZ Reloaded,

Poems found in Toilets

Next time when you walk into a public toilet, look out for the poetic pieces scribbled behind toilet doors and on the walls. From Nic's Lair:

A budding poet trying his best...

Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted

Someone who had a different experience wrote,

You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!

more from Nic's Lair himself,

Toilets walls also double as job advertisement space.......

(written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire Department wants you.

Seen above a urinal:
Please do not throw cigarette butts in our urinal. We don't piss in your ashtrays!

A sign at a swimming pool bathroom:
We don't swim in your toilet, so please don't pee in our pool.

haha.. quite witty i think.

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recently there is this program that converts your text-only entry into mp3 format - Talkr.

try listening to the 29th september entry of this blog, it's hilarious - sounding too erm.. correct, for a post like that.

i would love to hear them convert Talk Rock's entries. haha.

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lastly, i was surfing and found this program called nimiq, that's qimin read backwards. cool* don't really know what it is about but nice name! : )

not a penny logo to my name.

missed a flight. shit.

2 projects near due = 2 hrs sleep yesterday = being extremely sleepy = MISSING A FRIEND'S FLIGHT!

damn.. 'cause according to dork, alf will be away for 3 years and i think i just miss the final chance to say goodbye.

my blessings anyway. boo* i can't believe this.

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i checked back my 1st post and realise i've been blogging for slightly more than a year now (since 14 september 2004). cliche as it may sound, how time flies..

thanks to blogger - you've been a good outlet.
thanks to you, yes you, for being here and sharing my experience.

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my lids are heavy, my bed beckons. wokay, i need to go back to sleep.

collin haven't been feeling too well the past few days but is on the route to recovery. so sentosa tmr only if he feels well enough to go. it's not good news to be falling sick now that dengue is so rampant. (take care..)

ok. sleep i need. bed i come.