I wanna...

1) fight it out with the exams. 3 more days.
2) Go back to driving school and get on with it.
3) Invite JR, Lia n Xiu to go cut hair together. And in the meantime, get ZL a makeover.wahaha.

If you see this, get a set of pompoms and ask me to make my last minute dash for 30 Nov and 1 Dec. Thanks!

E minor

The E minor chord sounds particularly comforting when I'm depressed or melancholic or whenever the air around me feels much thicker and heavier.

I haven't bolted out of the exam hall so fast before. I never felt so tight-lipped and so urgent about wanting to get out of that place, away from all the people and from the rising murmurs. I don't need no hear no nothing. I gave up. I just plainly gave up. I let the block come to me. I'm a blockhead. I refuse to do anything about it. I just let myself develop the feeling of being stunned. I wasn't fighting for time, I wasn't fighting to put down what I've learnt. I just nonchalently let it all go. Let it slip and let the blankness set in. I barely wrote a few sentences. And I just felt plain sick of exams. I even told myself that I'll take non-exam modules for the rest of next semester.

Am I supposed to cry? Or have I just given up? Should I just drown out in chocolates? I have just downed 3 plates of spaghetti.

For now, I'll just let the little one sing it's E minor to me.

And thanks peeps for all your concern. Talking about things, even by the bits and pieces, does help. :)

Tell me how

I understand my notes (wah, enlightenment). But take my notes away, and I can't regurgitate anything. I don't like to memorize stuff. I'm not exam smart. I can't finish studyng. I therefore should, theoretically, pick questions. But I don't like to do that. And I don't feel like doing that. I seem to be taking the exams quite lightly and seem secretly satisfied with noeing what's going on in my notes. What are exams anyway. ( What sorta question did I just ask?) Am I taking grades too lightly. What do grades indicate? sheesh.

I'm taking exams too lightly. Am I? Tell me what to do. Exams in 2 days. Lord, help.

JT song charts

Songs that made it to my faves.

Life is like a boat -- Rie Fu
Boulevard of Broken dreams-- Green day
Qi Li Xiang -- Jay
Dreaming of you -- Selena

Eyesore.

Something's not right with my specs. It's seriously irritating. Maybe it's the lights. Maybe it's the font on my lecture notes. Or maybe.... my myopia and astigmatism're taking an uphill climb.



But that's no excuse for ignoring/ disposing of/tearing up my notes right...

I'm so FULL of whine.

Here here...

Once upon a time, my little one and I would spend time on this book together...









It really is an EASY-to-read BIG book. It's a cool kiddie guitar book (and it's quite idiot-proof too). Look at all the pics and big words! So that's how I started my hanging out with the little one.

And erm, my cool camera is actually nokia 6610i. Cool effects not included [Photoshop contributes the happening factor. hahaha :) ]

Back to school tomorrow. It was freezing in the library even though I was wearing long-sleeves + sweater. And I was so sian of studying, I snapped the messy sight that contributed to my sian-ness... (and I realised that I might have just boosted some guy's ego coz he might think that I was taking his pic. eeks. oh please.)



Study hard peeps.

Exam period daily duties

Struggle to wake up.

Drag myself to school.

Camp in the library.

Wait for lunch.

Lunch.

Mug. Mug. Mug. Fight droopy eyelids.

Wait for dinner.

Dinner.

Mug mug mug.

Music in the library plays on.

Get homeward-bound.

Bathe.

Keep this little one company before it gets too late:


Blog.

Pack-up.

Off to bed.

*Repeat*

Something is missing. Time to slot in -time for God-

Getting Toothy

On the issue of teeth, lemme just clear it up once and for all. For the numerous numerous bunches of all of you who actually noticed and are wondering how come I've teeth of cute sizes and what nots... Yes yes, I still have my baby teeth. I think I've said that after my discovery (when I visited the T.F.D...). It's a recognized clinical thingie. Some people don't even develop permanent teeth. I just happen to have a few recognizable baby teeth.

So what's gonna happen to them? Baby teeth are not meant to last... and mine have way outlasted their supposed lifespan already. One day, I'll just end up with many missing teeth. Not to mention, I'm having this shortening root prob thingie in one of my permanent teeth. (Reads: It'll fall off too.) Ultimately, I'll have to go 'bo-gay', or fix up some dentures (NOooooooo!!!!), or build in the braces. Braces sounds the best of the worst. Then again, things won't happen till vitamin M has accumlated sufficiently in the black hole of whatever I can call a bank account.

On another note, my 21st big day is coming in 1 month and 11 days. I welcome contributions to my make-the-braces-fund. You can be cruel and leave me to be bo-gay when I'm hitting my prime age (whenever that is), but don't worry, I'll still call you my friend. muahahaha.

Sigh. back to the books.

Yummilicious.

A simpler version of something more sophisticated....

oh please. It's not a high class cleaning sponge.

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True blue real honey cake! (from Ambon!)

It reminds me of the all-wonderful smooth and soft white wine delight (served with white wine sauce and vanilla ice-cream) that I once had. The familiar taste and texture have never been met my tastebuds again till today! Sophisticated delight simplified. I like this honey cake! (Wish I could show you white wine delight... but but but. No pics la.)

Random Rolls...

Randomatic 1: Graduation = certificate and more more.....
Yes yes, so I'm graduating with no more than a certificate. No, wait, correction. I'm graduating with a certificate, plus friends, plus + plus + plus. The only thing I don't graduate with is a bf.
Why do some people make such a fuss over this?

Nah, it's nothing to do with peer pressure. It's to do with the generation above us who has some sorta in-built assumption that girls should get married after graduation and start a family and await the joy of having grandchildren. According to that assumption, (if we do our mathematics right), girls therefore should get attached by the tertiary days (and preferably the tertiary days since the guys are supposed to be older and more matured and what nots). And so, how come this girl is not attached? "Something must be not too right with this girl," thinks the older generation... and they discuss amongst themselves about all the possible problems and solutions in secret.

Hello hello, I'm perfectly okie with being single and available, even if that is going to be a permanent situation. Nono, it has nothing to do with walking down crooked paths and taking a deviant preference for my other halves. Nono, it has nothing to do with the lack of a social life (I don't define social life as having an exciting/thrilling/adventurous night life.) I'm just moving along as God would have it. okie, you're probably right that I'm not proactive. Read the sentence before this, I'm moving along. If something happens, something happens. If something doesn't happen, time still doesn't stop and I'll still be doing what is in store for me to do.

Don't worry about it. (okie, So maybe I'm sounding too passive to affirm your wishes to see grandchildren and greatgrandchildren and what nots, but no worries. I haven't even hit the big 21... okok. I'm hitting it soon. *no more self-denial and hiding behind teenage-hood* But still, on and on we're trudging...)

Randomatic 2: Racial harmony
With all the hype about racial harmony and bloggers who kenna sued for racist entries... I can't help but think about that old lady on the mrt who's hurling abuse at another race. I couldn't understand much dialect, but she's holding on to some grudge from the kampong days about a particular race who's ultra lazy and stinks and bla bla bla. She was gesturing wildly and complaining loudly enough for all of us to stare at her. I was secretly wondering if anyone will try to sue her. But then again, for an old lady to be talking to an invisible person on the train...

I think racial harmony is something I've seriously taken for granted. Wonder if I can say this for the rest of my generation... but I do think so. Maybe I've been sheltered enough to meet all the nice people... but I've had plenty of pleasant experiences with my multi-racial project groups and tutorials and what nots. The only time when I got irritated with a particular bunch of people on the bus (yeah, different race) was because they were making super a lot of noise and were laughing way too loudly. Then again, if it were another bunch of people, I'd just be as pissed...no matter who they are. (okie, I have to acknowledge that I have double standards... I won't be pissed if I'm part of the noise-producing crowd :x )

Race doesn't affect how I see people or treat people. They're people, just like each and everyone of us. This plain fact only goes under when we drown and suffocate others in stereotypes that are confused with reality.

Quote of the day:
Hero is one alphabet short of zero. Make it or break it.


And now, I'm going blog-surfing. Can't bring my head and hands into fixing my report. :s

BLEACHing out

I'm so stuck to BLEACH. So sooOOOO stuck. Other than the fact that I've been feeding on healthy doses of Sailor Moon and what other anime on teevee since the days of my youth, I think pretty graphics have some sort of magnetic influence on me. hahaha.

SO why am I stuck to all these anime? Coz they're funny... nono, hilarious! They're cute, pretty, full of action and suspense entwined in semi-mysterious plots... The typical make-up of the cast includes a hero, a pretty/ stylish sidekick, a rash big guy, a smart cool-head and of course, the clown. A magnetic formula that adds sufficient humour, conflict and action to sap up time and attention from ppl like me.

Anime watching's an activity that doesn't require much effort ( unlike studying muahahaha).

And I think the triumph of all the different underdogs and their supportive sidekicks has some sorta draw on most people.

And tada! I'm stuck on BLEACH. Till then... more anime awaits muahaha

Growing up

It's not about turning 21. It's about being caring and considerate, where you see beyond yourself and care more about friends and family. It's about learning to stand in the other person's position and being able to respond in love and understanding. It's about being willing to reach out beyond what we're too used to. It's about giving and giving up the want to receive all the time. It's about remembering that young or old, weak or strong, proud or humble, quick or slow,we're all people.

It's about bearing the weight of being grown up without fear or worry, because there is hope in the Lord.

For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope. (Romans 15:4)