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Sunday, May 4, 2003
02:49 p.m.
Ooh, ooh, ooh. I HAVE to get my ass down to studying. *panic mode is finally switched on*
Friday, May 2, 2003
08:32 p.m.
Halfway while shopping with WL, I suddenly realised my exams start next Monday. And I can't say I've studied anything much. I just looked through the stupid MCQ test we had, and I still don't know how to calculate 3 out of 4 questions. Fuck. I think I'm going to get quite a few Bs this semester, i.e. Project, BTN, and LSSS. (Mr A. C. said the grades for my class ranged from 90 something to 40 plus, so if Dr F moderates our paper, like he said he would, I'm failing that for sure; bringing my overall grade for that subject to a B!). And, the only reason I'm not gonna get Cs/ Ds for BTN and LSSS is because of the high percentage of marks awarded to attendance and practicals. You know how bad things are, right? Fuuuuuuck.
Thursday, May 1, 2003
11:31 p.m.
Something just (just? Righttt.) dawned on me. When life gets stressful, when I need a break or two, I tend to clam up on this blog and write crap entries about crap things that don't really matter. I don't know why I feel inhibited again, things were supposed to get better after I shifted (under anoynomity) from the now defunct sometimes.unamed.org. I mean, the specific people I didn't want reading my blog then don't have access to this one. At least, I hope they aren't reading on the sly! And yet... I just don't know what to write anymore. This always happens after a while. And I end up expounding on the thrills of shopping. *slaps head*
Maybe I simply ought to stop sharing my world with friends and strangers alike, once and for all.
Thursday, May 1, 2003
11:23 a.m.
I need retail therapy! Massive sales everywhere. I want Moto jeans, and have had my eye on the denim jacket from Topshop for a long time! And heels from Studio would be nice too, maybe I shouldn't have gotten those cream slippers yesterday. Argh! Why do they have to have sales now, the week before my exams? I think I deserve the break. Don't I? *hopeful look* I also hope John still wants to buy my PDA, else I'll feel really bad spending so much money. All for the good of the economy! *nods*
I'm sick, sick, SICK of studying. And I haven't actually done much yet.
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
09:54 a.m.
Was too tired after we got back from studying at the airport. We went there in an attempt to study, ended up doing everything but. The viewing gallery was just too comfortable, heh. Especially when faced with boring notes! I've just been so damn slack, I can't believe the lackadaisical attitude I've acquired over the past few weeks. I'm as lazy as I was back in Year 1. Argh. It's the very last exams I'll take before graduating, and I can't even bring myself to give it all I've got. To add to the burgeoning mess (or perhaps, because of it), my face is breaking out. Bleh. At least now I've got a jusfified reason for being the pms-y and cranky person I was a few days ago. Alright then, off to Thompson Plaza. Before I forget, here are the photos I've uploaded, additions to stillmotion, monochrome, and a new graduation photo-taking one.
Monday, April 28, 2003
11:53 p.m.
The BTN prac exam was EASY, we barely spent 5 minutes in front of Dr F, who asked us really simple questions. I guess the fact MingXiang and Raymond - who were using the bioreactor beside ours (Dr F ran out of time because he was 15 minutes late for our prac exam, bleh) - didn't quite know how to program the machine and kept on peeking over at ours. And Dr F got so mad and threathened to fail them if they continued doing that. But yes, we all did really well in that one, so I'm relieved! Finally finished reading through the BTN notes (after the disasterous test, no less) in the library before Sam called to say he was sick, postponing our dinner plans. So I met Kane at Serangoon Gardens for beancurd. Haha.
Anyways. I'm sort of overcome with an insane jealousy. I've got no reason to feel this way, no concrete and valid reason for this irrational fear. And I swear, if she dares to get too close to him, I'll do something drastic. Funny how I'm not jealous of any other of his close girl friends, it's just her that I'm worried about. I know he won't ever hurt me, he simply wouldn't be able to do anything that'd cause me pain. It's just her. Argh. Argh. I'm more worried now she's broken up with her boyfriend. I can't help but feel they're more compatible than he and I are, I thought so a long time ago; and that's why I'm "afraid" to let her get too close to him. Because I know, all too well, how easy it is to fall for someone whom you're close to.
It's not hard to see,
The boy is mine.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
10:58 p.m.
I'm completely pissed with my dad. He's such a pain. Scolded my sister and I for not helping with the laundry and the folding of clothes. He's got a bloody cheek, daring to blame us for not doing more to help my poor mom out, when he doesn't do ANYTHING at all. Even when my mom cooks dinner on weekends, he never ever does the dishes, my sister and I alternate. He only irons his clothes, but what the hell, we all iron our own clothes! Argh. I tell you, I do more to help about the house than he does. Very, very, pissed. The words "pot", "kettle" and "black" really spring to mind. Bah, talk about respect; he's lost mine a long time ago.
And if you dare to pass premature judgement, whatever. I really could care less.