My Life...In A Million Words

2006-05-19T20:40:00.000+08:00

Music: Ke You Lun -- Zero

I snagged the newest episode of House today, and I got back my first draft for the academic essay. Essentially, the introduction was fine, only that it was too detailed, etc, etc. Damn it, academic essay writing is LOTS harder than I thought! I never thought that I'd be struggling in an English class, of all things, but it really was killing me.

The instructor said that our writings could be classified as journalistic essays rather than academic, to which I say -- Huh?

There's no dispute that our class's command of English is formidable, but what the course is looking for is STRUCTURE, which really, miffs me to no end. I'm a linguistics person with a flair for the dramatic in my writings -- mostly, and I'm THIS close to panicking.

Of course, it doesn't help that the parental unit had pumped in LOTS of cash into my course, and his expectations are high. Well, mine are as well. Surprisingly, I'm doing pretty well for Math so far, which is something I am proud to announce. Now, if only I could somehow secure at least a B in English, or an A....

I wonder what it's like being on a Dean's Honors List, for once. It'd be cool, won't it?

...

Anyway, yeah. On the social side, I made a few new friends. They're cool, funny people, and it's surprising how one's perception of a person changes when you actually TALK to that person. It's then that you find out that your pre-judgement of the person was grossly erroneous.

Having had the habit of assuming the worst in people, I must say that I am relatively surprised by how pleasant and non-fascist most of them are. We all come from widely different institutes prior to this, and it's extremely interesting listening to their stories, their points of view, and all.

So here's a heads-up to the new buddies I made this past couple of weeks, not in order of merit or anything: Amira, Aditi, Perlin, Scott, Nelly, Victoria, Giri, Ach (Till now, I'm not quite sure if that's how one spells it, but STILL) Stephanie, Priyanka, Sunneline, Julian, Leon, and a few others I've probably forgotten the names of....

But what the hell; I'll add more to the list as it comes. Kudos to you guys!

2006-05-15T17:57:00.000+08:00

Jay Chou--Huo Yuan Jia

Even though the man is an idiot - and that is putting it generously - his songs are impressive, and I shall therefore bootleg his MP3s.

This is my second week of school, and things are pretty hectic. As they are, I don't think this semester would be an easy one to breeze through although I am exempt from a couple of subjects by virtue of my earlier course in Law & Management.

Also.

I would like to add that for my first homework in my writing course, I was tasked with writing a paragraph on who I am, and another on why I am here. Within ten minutes, I had churned out something like this:

Who Am I?
The question, evidently, can be taken three ways; the Zen interpretation, the one thing individuals inflicted with amnesia constantly ask themselves, as well as the shallower and more mundane interpretation that normal people are faced with upon entering a brand new social environment. My answer for the first version of the question would be that I am not competent enough in the art of self-discovery to make any sort of claim as to who I really am. Confused? Angry? Maybe. Who knows? The second would be that I do not have amnesia, and my name is Jaslyn. Addressing the third question, I am Jaslyn, a nineteen-year-old female who does not quite know her place in life. I graduated from Temasek Polytechnic with a diploma in Law & Management with less than stellar grades, and I’m about as sane and socially adjusted as they come. But then again, sanity is relative, so I might not be the best person to consult on that particular statement.

Why Am I Here?
This is the age-old question everyone asks of themselves at some point in their lives, whether in a drunken stupor or in an impromptu bid to have more intellectual depth than the average man. The Zen interpretation of this would be the fact that a dragonfly farted in China and a snowflake fell on an Eskimo igloo hundreds of years ago might have something to do with why I am currently here. The saner answer would be that I made a mistake of going into Law & Management three years ago when my interest really lay in Mass Communications. Blame it on the superficial, shallow assumption that any course with the word ‘Law’ in it automatically made a person superior than the human race in general. Said mistake culminated in having a barely passable GPA for all three years. Despite the miserable showing, the parental unit still had hope for me yet, and eagerly supported me when I stated that I wanted to pick up a degree in Communications. And voila, here I am.

I don't suppose my teacher would be too impressed, considering that this is an academic essay writing class, but ah well.

I wonder if I could ever make it to become a journalist. Or I should just devote my entire life to writing pointless columns in Life! newspaper. You know, the part above the comic strip that always seem to be annoyingly stupid half the time? I only ever liked the Fatherhood part the male journalists write, but as for the others.....

Urgh.

Bucky Katt provides more entertainment for me than all of them combined.

2006-05-02T16:18:00.000+08:00

Music: Mi Hun Ji -- 183 Club

"There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function." -House

Met up with the sisters yesterday at 'Fish and Co', and I must say, I was pretty chuffed, although not as chuffed as Wormtail was. She was practically through the roof with delirious joy at seeing all of us again - something which, I suppose, I could understand. I haven't seen her in FOUR years. Moony as well, I think...

Come to think about it, I really, really, really missed them, as well as the whacked out times we had together. We spent over an hour or two just chatting, and it hit me then; we had really changed. We were no longer the four pre 'O Level' students gossiping about teachers and cracking lameass jokes (That would be Lily) at the drop of a hat.

Although the cracking of lameass jokes were a given last night, considering that cows never change their....well, cow pigmentations (Again, Lily) it brought back a tinge of nostalgia, when we were young and really, really stupid.

Photos were taken - although the posing in the back of the van might've triggered some motorists that there was a possible orgy in the back - plans were made, and POOL WAS PLAYED.

Yes, after a couple of years, we finally managed to play three games of pool, of which two were won by Lily and Wormtail. Moony and I were saddled with the damn striped balls - which are the bane of my existence - and got our asses whooped.

Meh.

And once again, I was reminded of how much I loved them. Prongs was in her usual nutty form that night, and after a pose resembling Paris Hilton - the realization of which horrified all of us for a few seconds - continue to crack us up by pretending to eat Lily.

Prong's in SRT, Moony's working, Wormtail's waiting for her NUS acceptance, and Lily's still in poly. Kinda weird though; we're all taking big steps forward into our own futures, so much so that we barely have time to meet up anymore.
It makes me wonder for the millionth time, where would we be in five years?

Are we still gonna have the chance to veg in fish restaurants, make lame jokes and laugh our asses off, and talk to enthusiastic waiters about the availability of dessert dishes in five years?

Or get our asses whupped in some dark pool place and laugh at how tai-tai Moony still is?

I love you guys, I really do.

Cheers, loves.

PS. And YES, I listen to Mandarin songs. Anyone who has a problem can just LUMP IT.

2006-04-16T17:27:00.000+08:00

Music: Nanquan Mama - Mu Dan Jiang

...Huh.

I realize I have not updated in a million years, so here I am, people. I've been accepted into SIM for a Bachelor of Arts in Communications. Ergo, a degree course that hopefully, will prove that I am not completely inept in the way of education.

Only... the more horrifying news is to come next. THERE IS MATH INVOLVED.

YES. The Study of Algebra & Trigonometry. WTF?! Seriously, it's an 'A-Math' kind of thing, with logarithms and etc, etc. I HAVE A C6 FOR MY E-MATH, what the fuck makes you think I can ace this course?!!!

The parental unit expects nothing less, considering the amount of money he's got to fork out, and I am so feeling the pressure, even though school doesn't start till May 8...

Incidentally, Joey!! I will be schooling in Clementi somewhere, which I think it's near NUS. Could I go over sometime? I don't know if I'll have time for a freaking social life, considering Algebra & Trig is SO GOING TO KILL ME.

Right. On to more positive things. SnA's going pretty well for me - for those who do not understand, don't bother. Shigeru's coming out very, very well indeed, mehehehe...

Yan's doing okay as well, considering she's currently working at her SIP place. We went out on Friday night when I had to get out of the house thanks to issues with the parental units, and we buggered down to Changi Village for dinner/supper before accompanying Kelvin and Tee Hong to Tua Peh Kong temple - apparently it's a habit to offer joss-sticks there, though I treated it as a sight-seeing trip.

I wish I'd taken photos, 'cause it was pretty cool. There were those typical run-off-the-mill losers who were hanging around there - specifically, a random chunk of rock - waiting for a chance to get numbers. Gah, you know, typical Singaporean 4D habit.

We went to Mayer Road - Walton Street - after that, and saw one of the biggest houses in my entire fucking life. Big, absolutely BEAUTIFUL, and droolworthy....Man, I wish I could marry one of the residents so I could live there.......

Got home at 1 a.m.; Kelvin gave me a lift home, which was pretty decent of them, 'cause I know how out of the way my house was.

Kat's kitten Neko-chan's fine, though she's still suffering from feline leukemia.

We hit K-Box on Wednesday, which was Ladies' night and it proved to be a great time for all, considering it's the first time in a month or so that we're all together. Much love for Michelle, Huilin, Yan, and Shixian! Minghao as well, although he couldn't make it.

The usual songs abound, and I had the chance to expand my music database - or so my pals fondly called it. Man, I wish we could do that more often. Hit K-box and get together, I mean.

Muse updates: Marisa's still bored and waiting for lab results for Gimel's tests, Vincent's off visiting... Mushin's too busy investigating matters to be upset that her fiance is probably just that little bit gay... (The lollipop, Kat! :3 )

Shigeru's just...you know, being his smugass bastard self, and Rei is - once again - off with Sei.

People who don't understand the above few lines, don't bother.

Until next time, all.

2006-02-23T14:58:00.000+08:00

Music: Bleed For Me--Saliva
Mood: Hmm

Well, that's it.
The last day of school.
It hadn't gone like I'd thought, though, but then again, I hadn't thought about this day very much. It was only after the IP exam that I realized that it was, essentially, my last day in school, and now I've graduated from 'Student' to 'Unemployed'.

Urgh.

My wifey Kat's kitten, Neko-chan, has feline leukemia and ringworms, and she was pretty upset when I was chatting with her on AIM today. Sorry I couldn't stay long, dear, I was in the midst of a panicking Mark Ho and an entire flurry of statutes flying around.

And I'm working on The Closing Effect! ^______^

Some guy from Home Affairs died yesterday afternoon. Rajaratnam, I think. ...I mistook it for Jayaretnam and felt sad for 5 seconds before more important, pressing matters took up precedence in my barely-functioning brain.

Like my IP exam, for one, and when the hell America's Next Top Model was going to start. Yeah, he died in the afternoon and they spent an hour showing some sort of tribute to him. Which makes me wonder, how long did they spend doing that? It must've been quite a rush.

Michelle's boyfriend and our buddy Richard said that they probably kept videos of all the political leaders and waited for them to die so they can play it. In Lee Kuan Yew's case, they probably updated it every year, or something, great man that he is.

I'm getting the plane tickets to Australia today, and quite frankly, I don't know where the hell I'm going. Only that it's Australia. .....Melbourne?

Hmm. Does anyone want me to get anything from there?

...

2006-02-22T18:29:00.000+08:00

Mood: Mildly homicidal
Music: Blue and Yellow -- The Used

....

Urgh.

I was harmlessly looking through my test paper today, right? Just like an obedient third year student looking through TWP (Trusts, Wills, and Probate) questions. And suddenly this entire chunk of shit comes up and bites me in the ass.

Estate duty.

And a whole lot of messed up crap in that question that is designed to KILL US ALL. No, I am not joking. It's one question with thousands of mini subquestions that spawn that demon subquestions and try to drag you down to hell.

I will not even repeat the questions for fear of exploding my poor, overtaxed brain, but the paper....it was like fucking running a marathon with tiny evil...things running along behind you and reproducing while they were at it.

I am now firmly convinced that the TWP teachers are trying to kill us. Yan's first words to me when we finally got out of the hell hole was "IT'S FUCKED UP."

I know. Really. Huilin was almost in tears at the end of the paper, and Xuan couldn't finish it and I could go on and on but the casualty list is very, very long. All I can say is, I'll see you at the supplementary paper for TWP, babes.

We can never be TWP lawyers. Yan begged to differ, though. We can, we just can't do tests.

.....Yeah. That's probably it.

I am supposed to be studying for Intellectual Property - the paper's at 9:30 am tomorrow, an ungodly hour if you asked me, and I'm here with the active procrastinating. Oh well. I haven't updated in awhile, anyway.

Michelle's planning a KL/Sunway Lagoon trip after the exams, probably in late March. I begged her not to put it on the 18th, as I'll be in Australia at my godmother's. She just bought a house there and promptly booted her family over to live there on account of their hating Lee Kuan Yew and stuff.

I think Lee Kuan Yew is a great man. You might think I'm brainwashed by PAP propaganda, but hellooo. Look around you. If he wasn't leading us, we'd be like, China now, or something. Which would be very bad.

I am refraining from putting up an entire essay on why it's pointless to hate the government, but it would take hours and my wrist would fall off. So, another day, people.

I had a discussion with Joey on the government about the PAP on the first day of Chinese New Year, and she seemed pretty surprised (disappointed?) that I was supporting them. One of the reasons why I love Joey; she doesn't get all emotional and offended when other people's opinions differ from hers, unlike some people I can name.

And there's a reason why she's doing Political Science, after all. Lots of love, Joey. You should come by my house again so we can watch 'Family Guy'. ^_____^

Anyway, I realize that I have just totally gone off track.

....

Right. Australia. I should get the wireless on my laptop fixed, though, so I can go there and use the wireless to my heart's content without having to fight with anyone for it. Hah! The Second Offspring told me that it would be extremely boring there, but heck. He got to go there while I was on my SIP.

And they probably got so bored there that they brought back twenty million fish, or something. Products of daily fishing. I swear, it's been three months, and I can still see some lurking in the back of my fridge.

Urgh. Not a good thought. I don't like fish.

Well, the ones they fished from Australia, anyway.

Call me fussy, but I like my fish de-boned and properly scaled, thank you very much.

I should really go and study for my IP now.

And try not to go all emo at the fact that YES, my mother is cooking crap dinner and I would probably fail my TWP and not graduate this year.

'Sup, world.

2006-02-06T19:46:00.000+08:00

Reasons Why We're Probably Too Old For Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.

We watched this particular movie during our visit to Michelle's house, and we found that - instead of enjoying a show that was tailor-made for kids - we mulled over the exchange rate. (Pound vs Sing Dollar and how much it probably cost for a chocolate bar over there), as well as thought about mosquitoes with HIV blood, when that particularly giganticus wanted to mack on Johnny Depp's cute ass and got a smackdown instead.

We also thought about how cute Johnny Depp was, and how long it took for those squirrels to be trained, as well as various other things we've already forgotten. Weird, how we can analyze every little bit of the set and the characters and totally bypassing the magic of the film.

Although, I supposed, the movie's Willy Wonka was just creepy. Roald Dahl's creation was very much friskier and came with much less annoying angsty plot points that does nothing for the movie whatsoever.

But Johnny Depp was cute, so I'm prepared to let the movie go. We had steamboat dinner at Yan's place, followed by 'Pirates Of The Carribean'. Surround-sound system, hunky guys on screen....it doesn't get better than that, baby.

Yan's boyfriend Kelvin had to go back to camp at around 9, so he left when we were watching the movie. Though Yan never said anything after that, it was obvious that she was pretty sad, especially when Kelvin keeps getting screwed by sadistic, hopelessly pea-brained commanders who think 'Fall In Nightsnack' is cool.

Utter stupidity, I must say. It's like having a four year-old dictate your every movement. An annoyingly vindictive, petty four year old with nothing better to occupy itself with. Yes, this is not a typo. I did indeed say 'itself', because I personally feel that all four-year olds in general do not belong to the race of homo sapiens, as they are a weird lot with the propensity to pee and poop all over the place at the wrongest possible times.

I am not a kid person, but surprisingly, the kids seem to like me, for reasons I would rather not explore. Perhaps I'm the most sane out of the entire lot of dearly demented relatives that I spend most of my life trying to repress, or maybe I look like I'm good at card games, which would be a total lie.

I suck at card games, and practically any other boardgame in the world. Seriously. Perhaps it's mostly because I'm not interested. If I wanted to see people play cards, I'd go and watch that Li Nanxing guy or Zoe Tay play with rigged CG enhanced cards and dice and random gambling equipment.

Those are more visually appealing, and goes not involve me expending any kind of energy.

Got jumped by Milo - my cousin's overenthusiastic, snappy Jack Russell - TWICE. Thank God the dog didn't decide to bite me, like that chunk he almost took out of my oldest aunt half an hour prior to that.

Serious. I was sitting next to my aunt while she ate a little of everything during the third day of CNY, and the dog suddenly went rabid and bit her. Hard. There was a bit of blood and it hurt like all hell, but I wouldn't know, would I? Anyway, the short and short of it is that Milo got smacked, I felt sad for the dog, and my aunt was fine.

Maybe the dog felt my sadness, which was why she proceeded to jump me twice to lick my face. Or maybe she just liked my top, the green one I bought from Shibuya.

But....nah. Dogs are generally colorblind, aren't they?

Unlike the rest of my relatives, I prefer Milo to the other carpet-dog my other uncle's got, the Shitzu who spends it's time doing it's best impression of a bloody carpet. That dog was just BORING.

Maybe it's because I'm just weird, because when I told the relatives that I liked Milo, they simply gave me the expression that suggested that I had just had an affair with Hitler. Or something.

Eww to that. The Hitler thing, I meant.

Anyway, I realize that I have been rambling, so I shall cease and desist and work on my Mini Mystery.

Bye, all.

2006-01-27T08:42:00.000+08:00

I have bought clothes in the two colours I swore on my nonexistent dog's grave that I would never, EVER buy. Green, and orange. A green top, and an orange dress.

...Yeah.

The products of 2 days of straight shopping with Yan - it turns out that she's got quite a good eye when it comes to fashion - and I'm FINALLY DONE SHOPPING~!!

We went to Toa Payoh yesterday to get baking stuff and to look at clothes, and there was this sadly overweight, OLD woman in...BEGA that probably brought the entire shop into the fitting room with her.

Yeah, I'm not exaggerating. She tried on set after set, and I wanted to tell her - I waited for twenty damn minutes - that up till now, not even the greatest designers had invented a magic top or skirt that can miraculously suck in bulging tummies and sagging breasts.

Urgh.

Anyway, after that annoying experience, we traipsed to the interchange and bought earrings, two pairs for me, and a pair for Yan, and she picked a cute brown top with a white minijacket. Following, we got nailpolish and baking stuff for the making of apple pie and mud pie later.

Saw Snoopy again! Stupid dog got fatter, and for some reason, he likes licking my arm everytime I carry him. ...Am I the only person who realized that he resembles Yan in an uncanny way??

Anyway, Yan's grandmother cooks very good food. I'm big on the heavy taste, unlike the bland crap my mother cooks, so I'm liking.

While Yan did my nails - she's very good at it - we caught two chickflicks, 'Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen' and 'Cinderella Story', acted by Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff respectively.

And might I add something: those two can't act for nuts, and the storylines seemed to be specially tailored for them to appeal to bubble-gummy pop teenyboppers. I mean, urgh. The former movie made me cringe with it's utter predictability and blatant lack of depth.

Jeez. I had to leave my brain on the floor just to watch that without any accident.

Well, the result of that was that I've got beautiful reddish-brown nails! And once again, I experienced the toughness of peeling chicken wings and prawns while having painted nails.

That is just...urgh. You will never stop worrying about whether or not they'll chip.

Anway, we made mudpie and apple pie after that. Yan's dad came home, and he was about as social as a sleeping caveman. No offence meant, Yan.

Said 'Hello, Uncle' to him and he proceeded to ignore me. And Yan shot me this look and told me not to take it to heart, since it was always like this. I was surprised, though. She ignores her dad and he does it right back and save for the gigantic TV in the living room that her younger brother was watching, the house was silent as a tomb.

She told me she was already used to it, and I was aghast. One can get used to a ghost house?? Mine's always full of noise when the parentals and the 2nd offspring came home! My dad will be off either annoying me or my brother, or singing off-key to some random song he happened to like. (Latest is 'Ji Pa Ban', folks.) My mom'd be bugging us to do stuff, and my brother would probably be emulating a rock star in his room. Very rarely is it quiet.

If it is, then it's peaceful, not silent.

Now I know why Yan's dying to move out. She told me some things about her parents that I didn't feel right divulging here, but I guess I understand. Only...

...I just hope he will be the right person for her, and not another case of 'out of the pan and into the fire'.

Ah well. CNY is the day after tomorrow! I got to finish my work first, or else I'll die.

Pizza ADR

2006-01-21T18:21:00.000+08:00

Music: Darshan--B21
Mood: Probably not homicidal

Whoever said, "If you don't want people to ask you to do something that you hate repeatedly, screw it up on the first time" should be shot.

The last time I ordered a pizza on my demented parental unit's orders, I deliberately messed it up because I hate talking to people on the phone. Especially annoying, brainless people.

The conversation, I believe, had gone something like this:

Random Person: Hi, welcome to XXX Delivery.
Me: Hi, I'm Jaslyn, I'm calling to order--
Random Person: May I know your name please?
Me: Jaslyn.
Random Person: May I have your order please?
Me: Yeah, I'd like a large pizza and for the other, same.
Random Person: So you'd like it large?
Me: What I said.
Random Person: Sorry? You would like it large?
Me: Yeah.
Random Person: May I know your name please?
Me: Jaslyn.
Random Person: Okay, Jessie, I'll be sending your pizza an forty five minutes to an hour.
Me: Jaslyn.
Random Person: I'm sorry--what?

....Yeah. It went something like this the first time I did it, and I swore that I would never do it again, because the other person was so extremely annoying, and probably deaf. Although how a deaf person could possibly answer the phone still remains a mystery.

So then, predictably, the pizzas came screwed, and my dad announced that he would never ask me to order pizza again. The only thought I had in my brain was not remorse. It was, "About time you said something sensible, Dad."

Apparently, the demented parental suffers from memory loss, because he made me order it again today. Thank God it went off without any accident.

Now all I have to do is subtly hint to him that just because I know the pizza house's number by heart, it doesn't mean that I should automatically be relegated to the dirty work. Jeez, what the heck is the 2nd Offspring for???

Speaking of the 2nd Offspring, he has been outgrowing me at an alarmingly fast rate. I'm not exactly the tallest person in the world, but it still is disturbing, because he's now broader than I am and I barely reach his shoulder. And he's getting snarky.

Reminded him once that even though I was shorter, I could still whoop his ass. The guy just gave me a look, and I proceeded to do just that.

He never gave me That Look again.

I swear, there must be something to this big sister thing. Or maybe it's because everytime we fight, I get the bruises, he gets bloodied. I've got these wickedly curved fingernails that serve me flawlessly if I ever get into a chickfight.

And speaking of fights, I just found out that ADR (Alternative Dispute Resolution) was offered by TP as a CDS for the grand total of ONE semester before it had to be cancelled, reason being no one saw Gandhi as a role-model, probably.

To which I can only say the same words I scrawled on Yan's lecture notes in orange pencil during our first lesson of ADR, "Never settle with words what you can settle with a flamethrower."

How true.

Heyy, Pizza Guy is here. I hope he doesn't mess the order up this time. The parental wanted a large...right?

2006-01-16T17:02:00.000+08:00

......damn.

One freaking project after another. IP is due this Friday, as is Advanced Civ Pro's accident project, which is extremely annoying, as TP Open House opens that day.

Which means that dozens and dozens of annoyingly starry-eyed secondary school students are going to flow in like fire ants to a corpse. Some Singapore Idol guy would be making an appearance, too.
I say because I bother, a little.

All I can say to them is, you people better not seal off Legalab or ILaw, because my ACP project is due by five, and I. WILL. KILL. I mean it. Although I am occasionally motivationally challenged, these are my grades on the line and I really, REALLY am not willing to commit another semester to this place.

That, and plus the fact that my dad will kill me.

He's been a little weird, though, ever since I got the letter from the police, asking if I wanted to sign up. I have been trying to tell him that like me, EVERYONE single person has received it, and really, the last thing I want to do is to control the donut population.

Two weeks to the Chinese New Year, and my clothes aren't bought yet. God forbid that I should actually go out and buy clothes on CNY Eve. Imagine the ways my beloved paternal unit will maim, torture, and kill me.

.... >___<

I should probably ask Michelle and the others if they want to go shopping soon. Probably next weekend, when the craziness is more or less over. 4 days, two major deadlines. I am so screwed.

I'll be going with Yan on CNY Eve to get a manicure (18 bucks only, all!) and probably try to get off Reunion Dinner's early because my relatives - especially my mother's side - are all made of the same annoying mold and I really need to get out of there ASAP.

I should probably go to Chinatown to see the celebrations with Yan and Kelvin. But I'm not a crowd person, and you all know how Chinatown gets when it comes to Chinese New Year Eve. Ugh.

Good thing is, Yan and the gang will probably be coming over for steamboat dinner on the Wednesday of CNY week after we finish our visiting. I should prolly ask her to bring Pork Chop allowing.

But then again, who wants to lug an overgrown Chihuahua around to all the houses we're gonna visit? Ah well. At least our lecturer is smart. Knowing that no one in their sane mind would go back to school on the FOURTH day of Chinese New Year, she postponed the Advanced Civ Pro lecture.

Which, frankly, doesn't really make a difference to me, as I hardly ever turn up, anyway. Got to love her for the thought, though. At least she's actually human and doesn't make deadlines at 10 a.m..

I so can't wait for this crazy semester to be over.

One Little Umbrella

2006-01-14T17:43:00.000+08:00

Mood: *Yeah, well. Who knows? At least I'm not bouncing off the walls.
Music: Random Hokkien Song. "One Little Umbrella" + "Ji Ba Ban"

I must be going nuts, because I'm listening to crazy Hokkien songs old people listen to.

Or I'm probably growing to become an 'auntie', like Yan. But then again, who the fuck knows? She's right, though. after our SIP, we became....older. Maybe it's because three months of mixing with the corporate world widened our miniscule viewpoints somewhat...

....Probably.

And we pretty much don't give a flying heck about dressing, either. Simple top, skirt/jeans/ and sandals. Whatever works. If there was ever an observer of Law and Management students, they'd probably think the majority of us fell out of bed, blinked, then came to school in our bedclothes....

....which was most probably what Yan did, once. In her shorts, Kelvin's army shirt, and her Adidas bag. To which all I can say is, "...."

Crazy-ass wench does the weirdest things sometimes XD. But then again, if she doesn't, I'd have no need for a permanently installed blah-filter, would I? And where would I be then? Ah well.

Just had our Arbitration test today, which counts for 30% of our course grades. And I might possibly flunk it as I've been a little too absorbed in KA lately. Or....who knows??

I must drag Michelle, Huilin, and Yan out for a much needed shopping trip to Thailand after graduation, because 2 months of abstaining from shopping sprees is KILLING ME. You hear that, sisters? KILLING ME.

And damn you, Yan, Kelvin, for singing that stupid Ji Ba Ban song. Now it's stuck in my brain. As well as less than intellient people standing in the rain under tiny little umbrellas.

It's supposed to be romantic, but all I can say is, "Dude, get a bigger umbrella."

2005-12-28T22:59:00.000+08:00

歌曲：眼泪成诗
Sun Yanzi

我已经已经把我伤口化作玫瑰
我的泪水已经变成雨水早已轮回
我已经已经把对白留成了永远
忘了天色究竟是黑是灰
分手伤了谁谁把他变美
我的眼泪写成了诗已无所谓
让你再回味字不醉人人自醉
因为回忆总是美
我已经已经把绝情变成了恭维
因为不配你就忽然自卑说声失陪
我已经已经把沉默变成了忏悔
无路可退只能无言以对
分手伤了谁谁把他变美
我的眼泪写成了诗已无所谓
让你在回味字不醉人人自醉
因为回忆总是美分手伤了谁
谁把他变美我的眼泪写成了诗
已是无所谓让你再回味
字不醉人人自醉
你的品位总是美

Yes, some of you might be dying of shock, given the fact that there is SOMETHING Chinese here. I have decided to embrace parts of my culture after a four-plus hour marathon in K-Box with Yan, her boyfriend, and Huilin, where I have been subjected to said hours of Mandarin songs. Some of which, I am proud to say, that I know how to sing.
Dearest Huilin, our resident songbird, was in top form, and Yan could not stop trying to distract her boyfriend, who occasionally did an acceptable rendition of Jay Chou's songs. May I just add, he sings old Chinese evergreens well. Whether that's an insult or a compliment, I'm really not quite sure. Depends on how one takes it, I guess.
Had another spat with my mother today, and this one was more poisonous than ever. She hasn't been pulling her weight when it comes to the family finances, and I was fed to the teeth with her infantile attitude. She made it seem like she's been paying for everything in the house. In your fucking deluded dreams, you selfish pig. I will not say bitch as it might mean that you're actually intelligent. My dad pays for almost everything.
When I pointed out nicely that she could possibly help my dad out, since he's swamped with working out our family budget, she told me to shut up. Of course, I have enough issues with the one who calls herself my mother without being provoked by her, and I told her what I really thought of her.
I was amused, though, when she resorted to dirty tactics and started rattling off all the bad things I did 15 years ago, and instead of getting pissed, I was trying not to laugh, because I have actually found out that I inherited my smart-ass mouth from my father's side of the family. My mother simply lacks the intelligence to even HURT me with all those clumsy barbs.
In all fairness, I am not proud of what I said, but she deserved it. That is all I will say to that.

2005-12-18T11:29:00.000+08:00

My family are pagans.
Besides worshipping money, they are actually celebrating the winter solstice, whatever that is. And by family, I mean my entire mother's side, minus a few Christians here and there. We're supposed to go to my oldest uncle's house for lunch after they prayed and whatever it is that they do. Me? I'm just there for the food.
Although I'm Christian, I really don't give a flying $#$% about which nonexistent entity my potential grub is offered to, unlike some crazed zealots out there. Most of which, incidentally, come from City Harvest Church. Not that I'd say anything bad about them; they just annoy me and half the population in the world.
If another one of you annoying people come and tell me not to eat food that has been offered to other entities again, I shall abandon my almost non-existent Gandhi tendencies and open a can of whoopass on y'all. I mean it. So sod off. You know who you are.
And damn it, Kay, I'm not most likely to be burnt at the stake! We have flamethrowers for that one.
And did you guys know something, a Prom is actually an ancient pagan dance tradition? As well as Christmas? Although it is Christ's birthday, the celebration of Christmas is essentially, yet another pagan tradition. Valentine's day too. So if you're really, REALLY picky, you might as well not celebrate anything at all.

King Kong

2005-12-16T16:37:00.000+08:00

YES, I am finally done with that stupid #$%$##@&^ SIP report! The bane of my life has already been handed in to my LO, and I had decided to put in another entry to celebrate, which would explain my abject stupidity and rapid degeneration into a blogger.
So anyway, I went to watch King Kong with my beloved cousin Joey last night, together with Yan and her boyfriend, 'cause I had two free tickets and Offspring No. 2 didn't want to watch it with me, on account of him working late. Yeah, I know. Little bugger's working. Next thing I know he's going to be shooting people in the ass.
Or not.
Anyway, yeah, back to the giant monkey. I shall go on a limb here and say that it is GOOD. Although little things kept getting in the way. And it's pretty sad, a la Edward Scissorhands and random pretty girl I forgot the name of.
So anyway, the mood was spoilt when--while seeing a particular scene, Joey says: Man, won't his butt get cold?
Me: Damn, he's got a big ass.
Joey: Yeah, fat asses don't get cold, eh?
The rest of the conversation was lost as we watched the Giant Monkey Man slide like a idiot through ice.
As brilliant as Peter Jackson was, I suppose he must not be very intelligent. If New York is freezing, why does he have to subject the Nicole Kidman lookalike actress through snowy conditions and the top of the Empire State Building? I mean, she was only wearing an extremely thin white dress! Brrr. She must be freezing her skinny little ass off, if it was even filmed in the real NY. And Adrien Brody's nose is enormous! As in, that honker can reproduce all by himself! Damn...
King Kong aside, I have to take a moment to say that I attended last Saturday's anime cosplay at the Expo, and it was GREAT. People were going there all dressed up in anime thingies and it was funn~!! I even bought a couple of peacemaker file thingies even though the price was a total rip-off. All in the name of rare Peacemaker Kurogane things, I tell ya. The people I went with, my new friend Caiying, plus another new friend Yvonne--who just so happens to love PMK to, cosplayed as Samurai Deeper Kyo characters, and are entirely responsible for my obsession with the manga right now.
And now here I am, waiting for Huilin to finish her report so we could go get food. Hmm, I think she's about done now. See ya, people.

2005-12-13T19:35:00.000+08:00

You got: Akira!He's one ice-cold swordsman, logical and calmin almost any situation.But his idealism can lead him to hold dangerous
grudges...

You got: Hotaru! (aka: Mibu Keikoku)He might be laid-back, but that doesn't stop him
frombeing one hot swordsman!Just be aware that he tends to livein his own little world...

Move Bitch, Get Out The Way

2005-12-08T22:31:00.000+08:00

Wow, I'm on a roll today.
Not that any of you people would care, really.
Got off the phone with the female parental unit, who was bitching in my ear about...well, I don't know, owing to the fact that I wasn't listening very carefully. Anyway, ten seconds after she hangs up on me, the key turns in the lock and ta-daa! She's home!
Why she can't wait ten measly seconds to talk to me is beyond human comprehension. I would like to make the excuse that she loves her handphone, but I know for a fact that she couldn't even operate the damn thing aside from pressing the green button to talk, and the red one to hang up rudely on someone. Namely, me.
I wasn't too impressed, to say the least, and even less so when I find out she's been going through my mail again, and as my paycheck came in said mail, she's squinting and asking 'Why so little?'
"It's my internship salary, mom."
"How come so little? You haven't been working hard, right?"
I decided that this was the time to test her hearing capabilities by saying something completely irrelevant and untrue. "I had an affair with the courier guy."
It is still not working. Or perhaps she's taken a leaf from my book and activated a Blah-Filter all her own. (Yan, my updated 6.66 version is still working perfectly fine, THANK YOU. No lame jokes, now.) And she goes, "Huh? How come so little?"
I must take a second to inform you that there is no love lost between Mommy Dearest and me. And the fact that I did not scream at her for blatantly going through something private is testament to the fact that YES, I have a conscience. I spent nine months in her womb after all, and I don't want to be the covergirl for Parenticide Monthly.
"Gimme back my cheque." I grunt.
Mrs Bipolar gives me The Look, then hands it back to me. "You better spend it wisely, save it up, don't spend it on CDs and blah, blah, blah..." Her impassioned speech is so overused that I can recite it verbatim.
Which, of course, I did. Which unleashed The Nag. And she chooses this moment to register the song that is blaring out of my hi-fi. (She mostly ignores it, and me.)
Ludacris: Move bitch, get out the way...get out the way bitch, get out the way...
FPU: What are you listening to?
Me: Will Smith sang this song in Bad Boys II. He's cute.
And of course, I suppose the entire sector of Ang Mo Kio would know it by now, since FPU opened broadcasting signals and sent out the fact that her firstborn child is a disgusting delinquent in addition to a godless heathen and an all-round rude little bitch who listens to vulgar rap music to every relative living there.
I punched up the language and put it in a nutshell, but there's that. Of course, I, as usual, ignore her.
Damn it, she borrowed my Her World magazine.
Without asking.
Damn it.

Bathing In The Moonlight

2005-12-08T22:03:00.000+08:00

I will never look at fanfictions again.
To the blissfully uneducated, fanfictions are what happen when a person decides that expounding on a writer's copyrighted creation is fun and gives a boost to the good old ego. Not that it's a bad thing, really. Just slap an old, overused disclaimer on that particular fanfiction to say that it's not yours and/or will never be yours in a kabillion years unless..well, unless. But I digress.
I wandered into a Saiyuki fanfiction in The Pit Of Voles that is better named as fanfiction.net, and what I read made my eyes burn. I shall not even bother to narrate the entire page of babble to you, but I just want to ask. How can one be bathing in the moonlight?
It's not 'bathed in moonlight'. The sentence was, "She was bathing in the moonlight, purple hair waving in the wind, a beautiful sight."
I took one look at that dribble, felt my neurons die, and scrambled out of there as fast as humanly possible. Which brings me to my next point. Very badly written Mary-Sue fanfiction. That, my friends, is a prime example of why said author should be sporked with a rusted fork. A Mary-Sue is someone who is perfectly beautiful, perfectly kind, and perfectly powerful, able to kick the male lead's ass with just an eyeblink and have her fall crazily, lamely in love with her. For those who do not yet know what fanfiction is, I suppose you can skip this entire passage.
Die, Mary Sue.

Anyway, I have elaborated enough on my traumatic issues. There's a cosplay going on at the Expo this Saturday according to my new friend Caiying--we hit it off pretty well when Huilin asked her along for our all-nighter Harry Potter movie, both being anime and game freaks, after all. Only I'm interested in Playstation and she loves online gaming--who was so kind as to ask me along. I won't be participating, but hell-o miscellaneous anime stuff, goodbye hard-earned money.

Anyone up for going?

Once More, With Feeling

2005-12-02T12:07:00.000+08:00

And here I am again, posting yet another entry, as I realize the pilot entry is less than impressive. In an effort to pander to the whims of Netizens out there, I shall now indulge in a short bout of extemporaneous oratory.
Let's see, now...I'm extremely bored, this being the last day of my internship, for which I can only thank God, as there is only so much paper-pushing I can take. It's supposed to be lunch hour, but the boss and assorted colleagues are not present, awarding me with a precious 45 minutes of being Queen Of All Things in said office.
Not that there's anyone to boss around or pontificate to, anyway. Note: If any of you do not understand the big words that would randomly rear their pretty little heads around in here, I suggest you get a dictionary. Explaining things rank up there with the annual cleaning out of my brother's sock drawer. It's like a Chernobyl all over again, all that bloody toxic waste he stores in his drawer.
Now then, back to being Queen Of All Things and procrastinating. Honestly, one would think that I would haul my lazy ass out of the damn office to get lunch of my own, but then again, typing mindlessly into a computer screen and seeing little black words appear is a tad satisfying.
Hungry, though.
This being my second entry, I therefore am obliged to insert something else into it. Ergo, probably a rant of my own. Nguyen what's-his-name deserved to die.
There, I said it.
I should probably make a disclaimer that my mental editing capacities have been torched to death by an enraged mob, and therefore would not be able to edit anything. If I've offended anyone in anyway in the course of this blogging frenzy, go away. Sorry is not in my extensive vocabulary of words. It's just too annoying.
He got hanged this morning, I think, despite many pleas from Aussies. Seriously, though, why would they care? He committed a crime, he paid for it. Singapore's a country that has capital punishment, so quit whining about human rights. See, my definition of capital punishment is that they make bad people dead, so that is good.
If you know that Singapore is a country that gives the death penalty to people who traffic in drugs, then why go near that place in the first place? It's like knowing hot water will burn you, but you touch it anyway. How pathetic is that? Do you blame the guy who boiled the water?
People, capital punishment is designed to save taxpayers' money, so why whine? Albeit my point of view is extremely heartless, but that is what I think. You break the law, too bad, you pay for it. That's why Lady Justice carries a sword with a pair of scales, dammit. No one said that justice had to be synonymous with human rights. Hell, karma ain't, too. Which is why life is a bitch, and then you go fishing.
I think I shall go and get lunch now. Hunger pangs are doing strange things to my general disposition.

Pilot

2005-12-02T11:45:00.000+08:00

Well now, I have joined the world of blogging. It's not as annoying as it seems, really.
I finally got tired of writing nothing but crap on the Caleida blog, and have decided that I would sell-out and describe the tiny, insignificant details of my life to you people.
It makes for fun writing.
Now, if I can just get someone to set up a tagboard and whatnot for me, and to link all those people who've graciously linked my Caleida blog--sadly underused--even though I couldn't link 'em...
I hate html, damn it.