I'm keeping my fingers on both hands crossed for the whole of this week, until the 5th. I need all the luck and confidence in the world to sit through the upcoming gruelling papers. I'm just glad I've got lovely SMSes from BaoBei HY, NX and Godsis-in-law to egg me on. And of course, that lovely shoulder to nap on and a hand full of warmth and love to keep me from falling too deep into oblivation and self-doubt.
I'm pretty satisfied with the grade I got for my Japanese Studies project, so much so that I'm slightly contemplating a switch in major to JS. I'm sure my mum's going to be the first to give me the hair-dryer treatment ("How the hell are you going to find a decent job with a degree in Japanese Studies? Go work in a Japanese restaurant?"), so I'm casting that to the back of my mind. A minor, perhaps? But I'm not interested in staying on for an additional semester just to add a minor to my graduation cert, so never mind. This is what happens when the world runs on meritocracy.
Ok, I need to head back to my NM revision and that 7 chapters of readings before I die from exam anxiety.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm loving it
I know it's an unearthly hour to blog at, but hail the miracle powers of chicken essence. So here I am, sniffing and decorating my beddings with balls of tissue paper...
Was looking through my photobucket album and I happened to spot this picture I took with the very lousy 1.3 megapixel camera phone I had about a year ago. My Besties and I were strolling along the paths on Sentosa, and we chanced upon the laser show they had there. Of course, being extremely stingy gits, we didn't bear to part with our money just to see lights shooting around, so we just leveraged on the fact that the barrier was low, and had a free show. The fireworks at the finale were just stunning, I'd tell you. Oh man, girls, I wanna watch that again~! And I'm feeling the same way at this point of time.*Giggles*I know those detractors are going to start tsktsk-ing again, but whatever.
I just love the way you set off all those fireworks in my head and drive me crazy with that little eyebrow-raising action.
I love the way we baby-talk.
I love the way I'll smack your hand and then apologize profusely. I refuse to believe it doesn't hurt but, oh well.
I love the way I fell asleep on you.
I love the way I laugh whenever I compare the size of our hands.
I love the way you pout, and then say,"Ok lor..."
I love to watch you peruse your notes with that seriousness in your eyes.
I love to rake up your "pink-shirt incident".
I love to watch you gobble your food, and then regret it when you finish your share and start to watch me eat.*Shucks*"Can you not watch me eat?"
I love your old jeans more.
I love it when you wear pink, even when they say that only Takeshi Kaneshiro can wear pink.
I love the way you try to do stand-up comedy, and then pout when I laugh at you.
I love your backrubs.(even though I was the originator.)
I love the way you sound so profound whenever you're talking about school work to Gordon or JiaHui or me. (Simply because I don't and never will understand a single ounce of what you say except for the theory of uncertainty.)
I love the way you send me sound clips of you serenading on the guitar, and make me smile like a mindless idiot at the airport arrival hall.
And I'm still loving every single day.
Was looking through my photobucket album and I happened to spot this picture I took with the very lousy 1.3 megapixel camera phone I had about a year ago. My Besties and I were strolling along the paths on Sentosa, and we chanced upon the laser show they had there. Of course, being extremely stingy gits, we didn't bear to part with our money just to see lights shooting around, so we just leveraged on the fact that the barrier was low, and had a free show. The fireworks at the finale were just stunning, I'd tell you. Oh man, girls, I wanna watch that again~! And I'm feeling the same way at this point of time.*Giggles*I know those detractors are going to start tsktsk-ing again, but whatever.
I just love the way you set off all those fireworks in my head and drive me crazy with that little eyebrow-raising action.
I love the way we baby-talk.
I love the way I'll smack your hand and then apologize profusely. I refuse to believe it doesn't hurt but, oh well.
I love the way I fell asleep on you.
I love the way I laugh whenever I compare the size of our hands.
I love the way you pout, and then say,"Ok lor..."
I love to watch you peruse your notes with that seriousness in your eyes.
I love to rake up your "pink-shirt incident".
I love to watch you gobble your food, and then regret it when you finish your share and start to watch me eat.*Shucks*"Can you not watch me eat?"
I love your old jeans more.
I love it when you wear pink, even when they say that only Takeshi Kaneshiro can wear pink.
I love the way you try to do stand-up comedy, and then pout when I laugh at you.
I love your backrubs.(even though I was the originator.)
I love the way you sound so profound whenever you're talking about school work to Gordon or JiaHui or me. (Simply because I don't and never will understand a single ounce of what you say except for the theory of uncertainty.)
I love the way you send me sound clips of you serenading on the guitar, and make me smile like a mindless idiot at the airport arrival hall.
And I'm still loving every single day.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Beating the zZzZz monster
Okay I just said some pretty nasty stuff about Uncle. (For those who know me well knows who I'm referring to, lah.) I mean, I'll just laugh it off and then forget about it the next day.
Wait.
I won't forget about it.
I'll just carry on to harp on it until God knows when.
*LOL*
My dad was just chiding Fortune restaurant's advertisement.
Dad:"Fortune restaurant very expensive. You go in and eat, they make a fortune."
My dad.
Okay I'm no longer wading in knee-deep doubt over my PS syllabus; I'm drowning in major confusion. The kind of stuff the lecturer covers if totally out of the textbook. So now I have 2 options:
1.Study just the stuff he covers in lecture.
2.Study the textbook, ignore the lecture.
Oh wait.I do have a third and fourth option.
3.Study both the textbook and lecture.
4.Don't study.
Okay. So I conclude that I can't reallydo the last option, unless I wish to screw up my entire University life.*Sighs*
2 chapters more, and I'll be done for my first round of revision for PS. Shucks. That signifies the start of the second round.
I'm just praying hard that all will go well this semester (considering the fact that I pretty much screwed up last semester), so that I'll have a much more carefree semester break. Time to job hunt, since Jack's got a job already.
Wait.
I won't forget about it.
I'll just carry on to harp on it until God knows when.
*LOL*
My dad was just chiding Fortune restaurant's advertisement.
Dad:"Fortune restaurant very expensive. You go in and eat, they make a fortune."
My dad.
Okay I'm no longer wading in knee-deep doubt over my PS syllabus; I'm drowning in major confusion. The kind of stuff the lecturer covers if totally out of the textbook. So now I have 2 options:
1.Study just the stuff he covers in lecture.
2.Study the textbook, ignore the lecture.
Oh wait.I do have a third and fourth option.
3.Study both the textbook and lecture.
4.Don't study.
Okay. So I conclude that I can't reallydo the last option, unless I wish to screw up my entire University life.*Sighs*
2 chapters more, and I'll be done for my first round of revision for PS. Shucks. That signifies the start of the second round.
I'm just praying hard that all will go well this semester (considering the fact that I pretty much screwed up last semester), so that I'll have a much more carefree semester break. Time to job hunt, since Jack's got a job already.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Trick-or-trick
My entire family chose to wear grey unanimously today. I went to the bathroom and everyone's clothing was grey.
I should really learn my lesson this time.NO MORE STUDYING AFTER 2AM, unless I'm bent on killing my brain cells. Okay, I admit I slept way after 3am this morning, and crawled up at 8.30am. I know I'm totally ruining my body this way, but there's nothing I can do when my PS lecturer happens to be someone who doesn't teach stuff from the textbook. I always get bountiful of surprises whenever I start revising a new chapter from his lectures; he makes guys like Aristotle sound like God, and when you open your textbook you realise they're just a bunch of dead people.
Poor JiaHui. How I wish I could give her backrubs (as the gf of her god brother), but I guess I couldn't even escape from the ill fate of succumbing to the ZzZz monster. After 2 hours at SuperSnacks (where I managed to clear just 1 pathetic lecture), my mind blanked out. The next thing I knew, I had concussed on Jack for God-knows-how-long. And that had to happen again after painstakingly scanning through my lecture notes on interest groups and social movements. Hello?! My lecturer actually squeezed 3 textbook chapters into 13 slides~ So the lecture slides were obviously skimpy. Oh freak. I hate it when such things happen. It's worse than writing my 3500-word JS essay.
Okay. Back to mugging. Targeting to finish Ideologies and half of Government forms, then I'll hit the sack.
P.S: Have a good rest, and remember your chicken essence~
I should really learn my lesson this time.NO MORE STUDYING AFTER 2AM, unless I'm bent on killing my brain cells. Okay, I admit I slept way after 3am this morning, and crawled up at 8.30am. I know I'm totally ruining my body this way, but there's nothing I can do when my PS lecturer happens to be someone who doesn't teach stuff from the textbook. I always get bountiful of surprises whenever I start revising a new chapter from his lectures; he makes guys like Aristotle sound like God, and when you open your textbook you realise they're just a bunch of dead people.
Poor JiaHui. How I wish I could give her backrubs (as the gf of her god brother), but I guess I couldn't even escape from the ill fate of succumbing to the ZzZz monster. After 2 hours at SuperSnacks (where I managed to clear just 1 pathetic lecture), my mind blanked out. The next thing I knew, I had concussed on Jack for God-knows-how-long. And that had to happen again after painstakingly scanning through my lecture notes on interest groups and social movements. Hello?! My lecturer actually squeezed 3 textbook chapters into 13 slides~ So the lecture slides were obviously skimpy. Oh freak. I hate it when such things happen. It's worse than writing my 3500-word JS essay.
Okay. Back to mugging. Targeting to finish Ideologies and half of Government forms, then I'll hit the sack.
P.S: Have a good rest, and remember your chicken essence~
Yes No
I think Jack's becoming my third alarm. Everytime I shut my two other alarms off and go back to sleep, he'll somehow appear in my dreams and I'll sit up with a start. And this happened to me yesterday morning and this morning as well. It's that scary.
Haha.
I'm still reading through the other reviews on the Wooden Men concert. Then the scene of the opening with Yes No Song will just pop into my head subconsciously. Really, that version totally captivated me. David should trash the original version. It'll be lovely to be woken up with someone strumming this song on the electric guitar (like what he did). I'm all smiles now.
*Floats away*
You say no no no no,I say yea yea yea yea yea yea yea,you're my baby,my baby baby yea...
I'm just a hopeless music junkie.
And wow, the sky's BLACK. Liza wasn't kidding about it. She should really consider a job at the meteorological center.
It's time to hit the showers and meet Jack later.
Happy second month.
Haha.
I'm still reading through the other reviews on the Wooden Men concert. Then the scene of the opening with Yes No Song will just pop into my head subconsciously. Really, that version totally captivated me. David should trash the original version. It'll be lovely to be woken up with someone strumming this song on the electric guitar (like what he did). I'm all smiles now.
*Floats away*
You say no no no no,I say yea yea yea yea yea yea yea,you're my baby,my baby baby yea...
I'm just a hopeless music junkie.
And wow, the sky's BLACK. Liza wasn't kidding about it. She should really consider a job at the meteorological center.
It's time to hit the showers and meet Jack later.
Happy second month.
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