quickie from the littlecafe through my phone. life sucks. woohoo! so i finally got the keys to shift to the new student house today. its dirty and cobwebby and dusty and im just in a bad mood bcos, regardless how i clean it, its still dirty. the rate at which spiderwebs n dust reappears amazes me. and to top it off, little cherry on top of the sundae of crap, im going to hv a roommate this sem. i know, i know, i should hv expected this all along n not hide in my little hole n pretend and hope against all odds tht i wouldnt get a roommate. but……… yearghhhhhh anyway.
but im really so thabkful tht yuns back cos i called her just now n we had a chat n it was good to get my mind off the crappu hse. n im also so glad tht i hv tht car today. yay
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This is going to be random incoherent. again.
I realise that sometimes, when you forget who God is, mothers are a great reminder. =)
My period’s weird this month. It’s not even due so I don’t know if it’s really menses or not.
I had Subway sandwich for lunch. Got my dad to buy it for me so it didn’t have all the sauces and vegetables I normally would have put but it was yummy anyway.
And the cookie was yummmmmmmmmmmy. I didn’t think I’d like white chocolate chip but apparently, I like all chocolate. =)
Have to go back to school tomorrow to shift and to do work. At least I have the car, I guess. And at least I managed to con my mother into fetching me home so I don’t have to take the bus.
I’m not sick. But I wish the phlegm and cough would go away.
It’s always during holidays that I start itching for wanting to quit school again.
Because it’s so nice to just laze around the house and do nothing.
I did some things which I’m not proud of and it’s eating my from the inside out. it’s not eating my body from the inside out, it’s eating my soul. The soul that God Himself redeemed.
I’m in love.
internet is back
so, after a horrible few days, the internet in my Singapore home is finally repaired. Apparently, the modem spoiled. And our subscription contract was over so now we signed up for a new package which comes with a new modem and Mio TV which is like cable. It’s pretty cool really, to have everything back to normal and barely spending a cent.
This morning, we want to my mother’s company’s family day. She has a boss who thinks he’s god, but guess who beat “god” in the sudoku challenge? Lol. Yeah yeah, it’s immature, I don’t care. My mother got such thrill from seeing him struggle at the puzzle while I finished, I think she preferred that to any other present I’ve ever given her.
Got a summon for fifty dollars for parking where it apparently wasn’t a designated spot though. Sucks.
Hostel life. It’s holidays now but I shall have to go back one of these days to shift because apparently, the house I was staying at has sinking cement so the developers need to take out the tiles and un-sink the floor. We are shifting to the next road, which is a slightly longer walk than the previous house. Time to ask for a car again maybe? I’ve packed most of my stuff, and it can’t fit into two boxes. Makes you wonder what I’ve accumulated in the last six months that I’ve been living there. Dad’s in town so I have the car to help me shift, thankfully. Because the overflowing boxes are not light.
Just came back from KL yesterday, spent a lovely five days with Yun. I’ve bought my prom dress, black and apparently sexy. I’ve been putting on weight lately so I hope that when school starts again, I’ll start taking Concerta normally again and I’ll hopefully lose some weight in time for the ball. Am also hoping to get some exercise done everyday. With the exams over and done with, I can finally go back to normal sleeping patterns. I’m thinking maybe I should go for a half hour jog each day. Take in some fresh air and stuff. Hopefully, I won’t get a room mate this semester then I can do cooling down stretches in my room.
I bought a pair of trousers in KL as well at 50% off. My mother didn’t like them but, ah well, I need black trousers. Actually, I don’t. What I do need, is to stop wearing black but, black is a slimming colour. Makes my ass look sexy. Lol.
At the corporate family day, saw four topless guys. Not all were good to look at but some were. Wink wink. I’m sorry, I think I’m ovulating again.
Went to Pavilion in KL. It seems to be little Singapore there. They have Food Republic, Beard Papa, Crystal Jade, Tony Romas, Tangs, Pastamania and other stores which were previously only found in Singapore. I still haven’t been able to understand Food Republic in Malaysia. Food Republic is… Singaporean. In Sg, they pride themselves on selling local Singaporean food (overpriced and not always nice but that’s not the point). For an eatery where I’ve come to know as the place to take foreigners to to eat Singaporean food, I cannot grasp the concept of it not selling Singaporean food even if it is in a different country. And Pastamania in KL? That’s just weird.
I’ve been coughing a bit and there’s this little part of me which hopes it is H1N1. But then again, the mortality rate isn’t that high. But I’m not sick, I’m never sick. *evil glare*
It’s quite funny that this strand of flu was called swine flu. My friends have been calling one another swine when we talk about being sick. “Is the swine having swine flu?” It’s fun.
On some weird dimension.
Off for dinner now. Durian.
With love,
biology teacher
I like my bio teacher, I really do. In fact, I love her to bits. She’s funny and quirky and just… amazing. I actually play favourites, shes the only one I gave KitKat to for teachers’ day. And the only one whom I bothered buying a birthday present for.
I’ve got lots of reasons to like her but for today, I shall share just one reason.
She made us do a cross for a normal father and a colour blind carrier mother. So we did. And I did it pretty ok, it was my first time so there were mistakes all over the place but I was overall quite happy about it.
That’s the paper. See on the left, how I misspelled gamete as gamette? She made me write the word gamete 50 times. I ended up writing 60 because I’m dyslexic and think that the number that comes after 43 is 34. But that’s not my point.
The real point of my posting this is, see that little thing on the bottom right? THAT is why I love her.
When I got the paper back, I laughed so hard I couldn’t stop. It was hilarious, it really was.
I’m not entirely sure why she did that, it’s either because the question only asked for one generation or because the cross looked like the brother and sister mated. I’m not sure, but I love her reaction anyway.
piece of crap
i know exactly why I cannot kill myself regardless of how many times I’ve tried. Because it’s my punishment for being the person that I am. For being the disgusting piece of shit that I am. For being the epitome of hypocrisy. For being utterly and completely disgusting.
utterly disgusting.
I’m big brother
I know you probably see me as the fling, I don’t like that but I can live with that. You want to get in, sure you do, who doesn’t want a cheap good lay? But you’re not going to get it from the Catholic girl who could give short sharings on the Theology of the Body by Pope JPII.
I talk a lot, and you think I’m easy. Fine, I don’t care. You’re never going to cross the line with me.
But now, you’re committed. And you’d better stay true. If you hurt her, I will kill you. And I’ll do it slowly.
Flirt with me again, I’ll slap you again. Men are dogs, you’ll get the idea soon enough.
Flirt with any living being while she is your girlfriend and you pray to God that I don’t find out. And pray hard.
I should say
that I’m sorry.
But I’m really not.
On some level I know it’s wrong. At least, I think it’s wrong. Yet… I don’t feel sorry and I know if I had to, I would do it again without much hesitation.
So, uhm. On other issues.
Exams this week have been… well, like exams. Deprived of sleep, weird sleeping patterns, gorging on chocolate chip cookies and eating a few too many cut up… ahem. But I’m still alive so we’ll leave it at that for now eh?
Had a biology exam today. Everyone complained that they did not have enough time. I finished the paper twenty minutes early. I’m starting to wonder if I missed a question. Seriously. And it doesn’t help that yesterday, I almost missed a question in Chemistry paper. Ah, well, no use harping over that now.
I also seem to be coming down with a sorethroat. Perhaps a combination of too many ahems and lack of water and the inability to drink and sleep at the same time. Serve me right in a little bit, so I’m not going to complain too much.
Yesterday was a bit crappy for me. I don’t know if yesterday or the day before was worse. The day before, I barely studied and slept a lot. Yesterday, I studied so much and couldn’t sleep much or well.
Sleeplessness is an evil in that it makes me think about things again. Yesterday, I realised that once again, I cannot cry. I can make all the right sounds and faces but it’s just not it. It’s just not a cry. And I want to explode with that feeling.
Sigh, stuff.
So much stuff.
How can I call this my blog if I no longer can write all that I want to write?
four a.m.
four a.m. and I’m awake, blogging, instead of studying or sleeping. Much needed sleep for the English and Math tests later. Too much methylphenidate to sleep right now. oops.
Makes you wonder what kind of person I am.
I feel guilty, sure. I feel crappy, uhuh. But none of that makes me stop does it?
I get the feeling I’m going to OD this week.
If I do, well, I guess I’m sorry. huh?
Am I prepared for the tests? Nope. Apparently, at this level of hyper, I feel as if I know everything and don’t feel the need to study any further.
I don’t know what is wrong with me.
I get the feeling that if I don’t fall asleep during the exam later, I’ll break out into seizures. I’ll enjoy myself, I assure you, pooping in my pants in front of all my classmates. Yes, that’s the life I seem to have chosen for myself.
the little psycho has exams next week, probably won’t be blogging much.
I honestly have not STARTED studying for the exam. and im not saying this as how the kiasu people say it, i’m saying this as in the truth. I don’t want to fail, I don’t want to die, but if I do, ah well, it was a great life. actually, no, it wasn’t. but whatever.
Today, i finally completed three assignments two of which are due today and one of which was due yesterday.
Life sucks.
Let’s hope the exam kills me peacefully.
magic tricks my housemates could learn
I’ve got one more thing to add to the list of things I’ve done:
took out trash.
One of the things that my housemates don’t seem to know is the very clever trick of how to put more rubbish into a bin that is already full without it overflowing.
What they do currently is either stack the rubbish or put it around the rubbish bin.
What they don’t seem to know that if they were to take the existing plastic bag in the rubbish bin, tied it up, and brought that bag out to the rubbish place outside for the rubbish man to collect, and then took a new plastic bag of sufficiently big size and lined the rubbish bin with it, the rubbish bin will magically be able to take in new rubbish without overflowing or stinking up the house.
There has been a tied bag of rubbish next to the kitchen rubbish bin and a tiny bag inside the bin itself which cannot contain the rubbish it contains. It’s been there for two days. I don’t know if I should be happy that instead of stacking, this time it occurred to them to place a new bag.
Argh! Is the concept of throwing rubbish out so difficult to grasp?
Just because all your pampered lives, the rubbish you have in your homes magically disappear without you doing anything about it does not mean that rubbish in general magically disappear! Especially when your mother/maid is not living in the same house as you.
Or maybe you do have a maid, the 20-year-old goth who lives downstairs.
