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frankly my dear, i don't give a damn.
Monday, January 17, 2005 hey sand, here are the sites i go to sell my books:
but lit books aren't that sellable (as i've discovered) cos certain modules are only available in certain semesters and they may not be using the same books anymore. just try your luck la! and to jia and mei, i promised to link you girls to this site for a long time but i keep forgetting: to the rest, this site is downright hilarious! the site name is self-explanatory, and the guy who writes it has wit as sharp as razors. he cracks me up like no other online writer can. as much as he portrays his girlfriend margret as devil incarnate, i think they are very sweet together :) remember to mouse-over the picture of his girlfriend! my favourite quote from the site (i'm not flouting copyright am i?): "I'm not interested in a nice, normal relationship... I like ours better." nothing like a romantic dysfunctional relationship :) Friday, January 14, 2005 school is draining all my energy like how blood is drained from someone's neck when their throat is cut or bitten by a vampire. i am so so so so tired from school. the travelling to school (one trip alone is 1.5 hrs, god bless!), the keeping awake in lectures, the tromping up and down all the steps and slopes. this complaint seems pretty familiar somehow... oh right, i've been saying the same thing ever since i came to nus. i just spent a long time putting up my old textbooks and lit books for sale online, and omg like 15 minutes after i put up my marketing textbook, some guy/girl smsed me already! how efficient. and how hot is that module. we are still negotiating, i hope he/she likes my brightly highlighted book which will definitely keep him/her awake while studying! if he/she is still not convinced, i will have to start showing off my grade for the module (A!) and that it's all thanks to my trusty textbook with its highlights in blue, yellow, purple, orange, and i forgot what other colours. please buy mysterious stranger! (i hope it's a cute guy.) i have a problem that keeps me from throwing away old school notes and books. i only threw away my JC stuff recently, and gave alot of the rest to friends who needed it for A level exams. i'm always thinking to myself, "i may need this later, for some obscure and totally unexpected reason, like when i need to come up with a kick ass essay, or if some poor desperate freshman is willing to pay me a million bucks for this book that got me on the dean's list..." and so the piles grow higher and higher and my bookshelves grow more and more packed. and being the narcissist that i am, i like to read old stuff i've written in school because sometimes they are so lame it's cool to take them out for a laugh. so as you can guess, i never looked at the books again. i even kept some reading packages cos they contain interesting articles or papers that i may one day, eventually, somehow, unexpectedly want to read for reading's sake.. like times when i run out of all the things in the world to read, like magazines, blogs, cereal boxes, nutrition labels, and old receipts. the most interesting reading packages i've kept are feminism (but this is a tad boring cos it's pretty theoretical), film art (cos they analyze movies and i love movies), and sexuality (lots of articles about homosexuality, always a fascinatingly intrigueing topic.) oh man, my table has so much junk from last sem and it's so dusty, i cannot look at it anymore. i can't. its terrible. everything neatly bound in files, stacked alternately in a way such that it would all balance, separated neatly module by module, textbooks stacked at the back. no, it's just disgusting. it is time to clear the table for the new sem's junk. i have a box of teabags on my table when there's no hot water or mug in my room. i have mamee packets hanging on my cupboard. it's getting pretty weird around here... i have a feeling this will be a very bad semester, cos i am taking four level 3000 modules. but i've heard of people who are doing worse... but i'm not comforted at all cos why should i care about you guys. haha. but then again, at my supposed-to-be three hour lecture today, where i met my very humourous and very kevin-costner-looking lecturer (i'm not being sarcastic here) we were let off 1 hour into the lecture! wow. we were only 1/3 into the lecture and it's over. if this were a two hour lecture, and you went in at 2 pm, you would've been dismissed at 2.40 pm. isn't that neat! (and freaky that i would actually bother calculating that out). so the first week of the semester is still tolerable, and being dismissed 2 hours early on the last day of my school week is just the icing on the cake (oooh i know idioms). i just remembered that i still have a charsiew bun in my bag which my mom forced me to bring to school today. it's flattened definitely, and making my bag smell like charsiew even more definitely. this always happens, with tuna sandwiches (which stink even more) and egg tarts (totally smashed)... i finally know my ultimate pet peeve. it's not even slightly pet-tish, it's a monster peeve. the mother of all peeves. i have so much trouble sleeping, that i love to sleep. i like the feeling of falling into sleep, when your head nods off and you are groggy and you know, that right after this very nod, you will be in dreamland where all things are possible, where brad pitt and jennifer aniston will get back together, and victoria beckham finally has a hit music record. sometimes i even stop myself from nodding off into sleep halfway so that i can experience that feeling again. so i absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably hate, detest, abhor, and loathe it when people call in the mornings. no, if you call my handphone it's alright, cos it's always right beside me. but if you call my house phone, and there isn't anyone home but me, i will simmer. i'll jump out of bed and storm out of bedroom door. and the worst thing is, my house phone system is damn fucked up. there are two phones in my living room, because one of them doubles as my dad's fax machine beside his computer. so the normal, non-fax phone sits on the end table nearest my room, and the fax phone sits at the other end table, on the other side of the sofa, next to the computer table. when someone calls, my normal phone will ring for three rings and stops. it will then be transferred to the fax phone which then rings. so if you can't pick up the call from the normal phone within three rings, you'd have to run over to the fax phone to pick up. so most of the time we're running and running just to pick up phones it's not even funny. it is more like downright peevey and annoying. so the usual scenario is this: some inconsiderate individual calls in the morning when i'm asleep. noone's home and so it keeps ringing and ringing. i ignore it - if someone's at home they will wake up and pick it up, it is a matter of who can last the longest. if noone's home then i shall pretend not to be home too and not pick up. if it's important they will call later. if it's for me they will know to call my handphone which is conveniently located beside me. but then again, this stupid thing will kick in and i will wonder if its the hospital or the police station calling with some bad news about missing family members. people must not be home for a reason right? so i will get up and run out, angry at myself for being swayed, and also angry that some idiot will call and put me under such distress. so i run run run out to try to catch the call at the phone nearest to my room, the normal phone. and most of the time, i miss the three rings and it stops and gets transferred which is very very very fuckingly annoying cos now i have to walk further to the other phone. i am exploding right now. and yet, the worst thing. this always Always ALWAYS ALWAYS happens: the person hangs up. after being woken up from beautiful sleep, after running and missing the first phone, i miss the second one as well. no, i mean the idiot puts down. i usually slam the phone down after this. back to sleep. and it happens again, he/she calls. i scream my lungs out and curse and swear. if i actually do pick up the call, i am very rude. that's very horrible i know, but see it from my point of view here guys. one of those who have incurred my wrath, experienced my fury, and survived my rage at calling when i'm sleeping is chia (haha.) those days in rgs when she called, the minute i picked up (from sleeping) and went "WHAT!" she says "ohyousleepingah,okgoback&sleep,bye!" and the line goes dead and i have said all of one word. it is so funny to think back about. such a terror i can be. so there goes my worstestest pet peeve. anyone wants to know my sleeping schedule? Wednesday, January 12, 2005 are temporary tattoos passe? since you all would've probably guessed that i'm much too broke and not that pain intolerant to get a real tattoo, here's a look at my fake one! must support the sports bazaar mah (lame excuse.) i got a spider.
wanted to be more tough chick then girly girl i guess? but shakun and panda screamed cos they hate spiders. actually i hate spiders too! but then again i don't think real butterflies are very nice to play with but the butterfly motif is still hell popular with girls. and don't even get me started on dragons. and just to prove that that's me...
meet the other supporters of the sports club: from left - salt, me, and jinling! we shared such a painful experience together. this photo is how difficult to take, cos i had to like bend down so much that i was looking into the cobwebs under the table, eww!
school is really boring. i shall put up my timetable when my tutorials are confirmed so that those interested (i know there are many!) can ask me for lunch or dinner ;) Sunday, January 9, 2005 ok, this is the third time i am starting this entry and i hope my willpower will finally get it written. i was gonna blog about my roadtrip to malacca yesterday, but i was thinking about how long the entry would have to be as most entries about roadtrips go, and i got lazy and logged out. but then again, i was afraid i'd forget that this ever happened, and as all fear about forgotten (good) memories go, it made me want to write this down. i realised that entries can be short if you want them to be. if faye can blog witty one-liners and still have people reading, then i'm sure i can write something short! ok that wasn't the shortest paragraph and i see i have already failed. in short, the roadtrip was goddamn tiring because we drove for like 3-4 hours up and 3-4 hours back. i sat all alone in the backseat sleeping and not sleeping. i went with jess and three of his colleagues loh, bunny, and quek whom i've met a few times before. a mysterious man, a rabbit, and a duck. and the noisiest (but sweetest) boy in the world. i peed like a million times and we ate great food, a boiling pot of satay sauce and sticks of food to cook in it. freakin' good stuff! we also ate at this zi char place for lunch which was okay, the place had so many flies cos it was raining but they kept circling around jess so i guess he was smelly and dirty while i kept myself warm and fly-resistant with my jeans. we saw an accident too, an overturned lorry. we went to chinatown and that was the best part cos there were a million little stalls selling quaint little trinklets. i swear you can just set up a shop selling the oldest books in your house with dog-eared pages and old calendars or anything rusty and call your shop an antique shop. but the little stalls also sold food, and there were stalls selling little tiny mini mahjong tiles that were so super small and damn cute. also paper umbrellas that female ghosts carry in chinese movies. i love checking out quaint stalls like these cos you may find a steal and noone else will know where to get them! i'm not that big a fan of things that are massly distributed. (mass-ly. is there such a word?) but then again, alot of the stalls sold the same stuff, so. not THAT exclusive lah. but i still like! so my favourite part was still chinatown and my least favourite part was leaving that huge shopping mall without having walked it thoroughly. that's what you get for shopping with boys, bah. i got a bag from chinatown. yay. finally, a saturday that didn't entail waking up at 4 pm and doing mundane things in singapore. also, the trip shagged me out so bad that it cured me of my insomnia (for one night at least.) i just knocked out instantly after i hit the bed. oh oh oh i just cannot end this without complaining about the toilet in the SHOPPING MALL. you'd think there was only one toilet there. i don't know how the unwritten cubicle-waiting system in there, but in singapore we all wait in line and the one at the front of the line goes into any cubicle that's emptied first right. in the mall toilet, women wait for one particular cubicle. so they just line up outside ONE cubicle, so the minute i went in i didn't know which to wait for, cos some were empty but can't be flushed or door can't be locked. and people kept cutting into the line, and i seemed to be waiting for a cubicle door that never opened or maybe the woman committed suicide in there or something, noone ever came out. i gave up and went out. but then before we left, i swore to pee, so i went again. i just waited outside one and didn't care even when i went in before the girl beside me who was waiting way before me for her cubicle to be freed. ok firstly, it stinks real bad inside. secondly, there was no toilet paper. ok all these were expected so i came prepared with my own tissue! next, it couldn't be flushed. gross. never mind, there was a a hose in there so i turned the tap on so i could at least hose the bowl. there was no water! argh. i came out with black face, what to do! the worstestestest thing was, as i turned the tap outside to wash my hands, the tap had no water too! i tried ALL the taps and still! no water. omg, you'd think there was a water shortage or drought or something. a huge mall like this and no water in the whole toilet, somewhere you'd expect to be an oasis. i came out feeling so dirrty. :( thanks for the trip buaybee! :) thanks to you, i realised how much my bladder can hold. i've been crowned the toilet queen. Friday, January 7, 2005 as much as we hate people who post lyrics on their page, i will risk it just for this beautiful song. it has inched its way into my list of top 3 saddest songs! :( let it die and get out of my mind don't you wish that we could forget that kiss the saddest part of a broken heart it was hard to tell just how i felt and after all it won't take long to fall in love the saddest part of a broken heart the tragedy starts from the very first spark the saddest part of a broken heart ~ feist's let it die Monday, January 3, 2005 let's start the new year with a list of pet peeves so that we can all pray they never happen thus setting off the dormant explosive anger that nestles inside me :) i don't discriminate against pink in general, but it's just this particular shade you see everywhere in basement one of far east plaza. i'm not very good with colours, the closest description would be baby pink. and i especially hate it when girls dress top to toe in it. and as if pink doesn't make females any more feminine, there are girls whose favourite colour's pink. no offence to girls who like pink, seriously. but it just seems unoriginal or predictable somehow. ok i should shut up already. not all couples of course, just those who can't get their hands off each other and totally making out on the dance floor. i'm not averse to PDA, but very averse to them taking up valuable space on the dance floor smooching and swaying to the music like they're on honeymoon in hawaii. go to a corner, do what you gotta do, or make better use of the guy's 20 bucks and book yourselves into a cheap motel. ok, so i hate me in this case. this makes me totally peevish because it gets me really edgy about being caught sitting or lying on the said person's bed. so how can i be comfy in this person's room right? then again, i never allow jess on my bed unless he washes his feet or takes a bath. gelled/waxed hair is an absolute no-no, and if all else fails, then he's only allowed to lie on my pillow after i pillow-case it in a clean t-shirt. yes, call me a monster. but i'm a clean monster. if you know me well enough, you'll know this one. oh, it's nothing really, i just don't like irresponsible people. this is redeemable by my books. because i've realised - now that i'm using a panasonic phone - that people miss calls because their phones suck. phone volumes should be adjustable up to one hundred bars. the worst thing is that some people, already public enemy number 1 because they never answer their phones, never call back. but then again, i do that sometimes, i probably just don't want to talk to you. yes, those that blow you off in the last minute. i remember one incident that pissed me off so bad, i seethed for days. imagine that, and i'm never one to fly off the handle. and i believe the suspects don't even have a clue i was pissed. okay, enough for now. the list is endless. one last thing, i hate internet authorities who close down every last place to download stuff. suprnova is gone, now where the hell am i gonna get the rest of my o.c. season 2?!?! someone please tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee |
