A voice was heard in Ramah.

This cat is HDB approved.

woman put your weapon down

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

11:43 PM

For reasons unknown to me, I am strangely indifferent to my looming deadlines. Kind of in a lalala mood, until the weekend when I become Le Kancheong Spider and mood out. Repeat cycle. Sighsighsigh.

Weekend 10 was super memorable, it was the first time I went out for 3 days in a row and I felt pretty deviant about it. I also, did not get much done. Mass was fun, dinner thereafter was fun with good company. Saturday night was fun, despite Earth Hour which one should never celebrate when outside, the ride was fun, so was ice-cream. Sunday was fun too, dragons are entertaining and really cute actually. New love > Broomsticks yeah.

I am surprised at my good luck, did not get thrown out of class for not completing the novel. Also been paying overdue fines for books which I never got down to reading. And people, are really judgmental when I say I watch movies every week. Please, it's for my module lor. Aka film appreciation (insert snooty French accent). So far, this week has been okay -Daryl did not annoy me THAT much, my printer's black ink isn't dying, and I did my readings ((:

Holy week this week marks the final journey before Easter and the end of my facebook fasting. I do feel the urge to say alot, but now after 40 days (okay technically sundays are not counted) I don't feel that great a temptation. Guess self-control is always awesome. And lately, Twitter updates are pretty cool (: Follow me if you wanna, it's for my school assignment.

Today's exciting highlights - Western Stall opened, Kathy and I heard a full symphony of birds a la Night Bird Park safari and we were so amused we stuck our heads beyond the railings, I overslept, I didn't eat lunch, AND I read 77 pages!

I hope God continues to watch over me (:

/mad.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

10:41 PM

I think my friends are pretty awesome, really. I really wouldn't have survived this week without them, no shit. I'm not kidding when I say this week was horrible, because of my horrendous big mouth and curt ways (me thinks it was my drowsy medicine that made me irritable). Everything was just so screwed up, right until Friday when I got my soci essay back. And that made me really appreciate St Jude for helping me out even though I know I don't usually ask for his help.

It's kinda sad when the happiest moments of your life are determined by your grades.

I keep telling myself there's more to life than this, but each time the happiest and saddest moments of my semester are yep, you guessed it, dependent on my grades.

I guess you could say I was kinda grumpy this week, my recurrent Poet's cough that signals my eventual early death, and all the workload just kept piling up.

I'm happy for meeting up with Marie, Carmen and Fishy this week.

Also wish to express my gratitude to my CSS friends, Charmsy -who kept encouraging me with her texts, even though she didn't have to. Am also abusing her to read my essay which I have to present tomorrow. Wish me luck! Also thanks to people like Uncle Daryl who took the bus home with me because he thought I was down on Tuesday (he later said actually he just didn't want a boring ride home -_-) and keep asking me to lighten up.

I'm also very grateful to Damien for calling me on Wednesday - it meant alot to me too. Even though yeah it was right in the middle of doing ssa project.
I'm not picky la. I'm just very discerning and right now, my cap is all that matters to me.

Here's to another crazy week of school, this week I actually don't intend to skip anything plus attend netball and cg so wish me luck cos I'd be super ggzz on Wednesday night.

Also to read my last novel, after reading the stupid ivanwhore.

I HOPE I CAN ATTEND MASS THIS WEEK IN SCHOOL, my weekends are getting really really boring and routine. Need some excitement in my life. I can't wait for Frips to be back too. (:

Time to print lecture notes.

cough

Friday, March 12, 2010

2:01 PM

Because I am bored out of my mind and my head feels totally unsuited for doing something intensive like reading my numerous novels, I shall provide a detailed and boring account of how I came to be sick. It was probably a multitude of factors, ranging from bad lifestyle habits (cold showers at midnight), eating dinner late (CG dinner), having backtoback days(Tuesdays with netball) and not forgetting the irregular eating habits.

Gosh, I feel like smacking myself cos my unwellness is usually self-imposed.

It was a really horrible week with two mid terms but I'm glad it's all over (just ask me how I was late for my soci paper and had only 40 minutes DIE). Now everything has nicely manifested itself in Le Irritating Cough (D suspects it's a viral infection from the library).

It was totally okay last night, I mean I kept having to drink alot of water while I was typing out my part for SSA.

Then when I went to bed, I realised I couldn't sleep at all, and I was having these alternate hot and cold spells. Totally irritated because I didn't sleep and had to tell my mom about it at 6am.

And guess what, I threw up FOUR FREAKING TIMES TODAY. Like wth man, I didn't even eat anything I don't even know what I'm throwing up. -.-

And I was in this comatose state whereby I slept fitfully for 20 minutes and woke up to the sound of OKTO (they showed Postman Pat and Domo today!).

Boo hiss hiss. This is so not how I imagined my free day to be.

Alright, off to another round of sedated sleep. My red beans paus are holding up marvellously, let's pray for me to get better-er soon! (:

tick tock, goes the clock.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

11:27 PM

Every morning we pack our bags, hastily stuffing our notes/lectures/stationery and scrambling for the bus that comes at an unpredictable minute, grabbing a donut or perhaps, wholemeal bread(for the health-conscious). We hurry along, to the bus stop, frantic pacing up and down, vexed frowns etched deeply, glances at the werkenglock, that determines the fixed structure of our daily life. We MUST arrive at approximately 8 o'clock 30 seconds past, for that is the only time we have to look for our equally vexed lecture friend who has arrived at approximately 7 49 to save us that seat 4rows from the left right row near the aisle.

805.

Then, we'd look exasperatedly at the lecturer who has a thick accent because we are all cosmopolitan like that and it's politically incorrect to ridicule differing nationalities because we are all but One, yes indeed One people One nation. The lecturer will drone on and on about some theory invented by a person who is probably dead buried and a forgotten surname but surprise it appears on the textbook every other chapter with footnote and a tragic biodata.

957.

We'd rush to the canteen, impatiently shoving your way down the runway, mindfully aware of our distastefully arranged attire in the stupor of the dawn, enviously glancing at hot legs and toned bodies, flat bellies and perfectly coiffed hair. We'd run, run little rabbit run, to the nearest queue, probably the cheapest and also the most inedible.

1053.

After which we'd attend a tutorial, in which we'd secretly cuss and swear internally while maintaining a facade of calm intellect, because we have probably

a) not done our readings

b) done the incorrect readings

c) forgotten to bring along the useful notes from lecture

In any case, we are not prepared and we just don't care. Or rather, not yet. That's because our main worry is on projects of boring content, subjects of boring content, and essays of boring content.

147.

We learn to sleep late, wake early, to incorporate greater discipline. We cancel on friends, back out of plans, prioritise. Time is channeled we'd rather not be, we have little time for ourselves, we have things to finish, people to meet, deadlines to rush.

We do not even sigh, because there is no time to breathe in the first place. We forget God's support, relying instead on our human nature that we believe can get us through the battle.

We get upset with the unreliance of public buses, we clamour for the best seats, nap fitfully during long rides, squeeze in a chapter of a novel, and hurriedly eat our cold dinner.

We shower, but those are not drops of water that bombard us, but shards of reminders of tick-tock.

Then we proceed to complete our unfinished business, and print our notes as soon as we can, because

we have a bag to pack.

340.

Arbeit marche fret - for we work towards our freedom, and freedom is enslavement to the very system we detest.

one less for the sisterhood

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

9:51 AM

One more has taken the plunge.

Sometimes I am amused and amazed why I am even in a position to offer any insight when I have yet to toe the line.