I WANNA GO BACK TO THE BAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARGH.
its really a love/hate relationship. grr.

65%. Discourage me if you think i shouldnt, encourage me if you think i should.

whoops. Ok, i shall adhere to my promise.
No more negativity in my blog, im positive.

Freaking Fast and Furious week man, i say. 1 project and 3 assigments were due and i saw myself sleeping at hours which i never so often did.
its making me look like a hyper-yet-haggard ol' hag. gah.
i think im gonna faint from exhaustion one of these days, whee.

Monday had the t106 going off to e KAP MatDonal for our Monday-ly lunch jaunt. Had 4 whole hours of break thanks to SokSai but that meant a make-up lecture today.
Discussed our SokSai project (YES ANOTHER PROJECT!) -me char and syed. Managed to come up with something though we were being paparazzi-ed by mr Ian "Apple" Tann and his Super Zoom Camera, which we put to good use during some lecture. HURHUR.
However, soon after we got our stuff sketchily written out, the spasticity and narcissisticity in us got the better of us. Stupid Super Zoom Camera!
Ronald MacDonald had the time of his life, i tell you.
I left an item of sentimental value in the LT, and its gone. I think its a sign.

Tuesday's Radio Commercial was quite silly. "Worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrld!" k shall not elaborate. heh. Got an A for my radio report, ha.
Realised that we all are very unique in our tastes.. Commercials are actually damn hard to do cos the appeal to the masses has to be there. And you can't please Everybody.

Wednesday was a freaking short day. Took crazy photos with liz gwen char and kesh in the atrium with kesh's camera. Will get them soon. Went to town to slack (yeah i mentioned that in other posts alr).

Thursday had No SokSai class! So it was jamminnnnn. wahaha. shiok man.
i cant play on real drums properly anymore la, dammit. That's what you get from playing on the skill-sucking electronic drums. Worship band prac followed. Gah all the songs for this week are ruddy slow, and most are in 3/4 timing. GAH. I cant wait for Kenson to come and take over me.. i need a break. My drumming is going downhill.. There's a lack of something in me which doesnt allow me to play with passion anymore. Gimme a breather, please. 'Studied' Marketing till 4am with my eyes half-closed.. and the Webgraphics project due tmr at 5pm, yet not even done.

Friday morning's time seems to crawl, heh. Dreamweaver is Ruddy Good Stuff man.! Goodness. Making a webpage has never been so easy.. I shall make my own personal template soon when i've finally mastered the software.
Marketing Quiz - 20/30. Went abit far during Marketing, but i shant elaborate. I think i'd better not be too hyped up anymore during marketing. Dunno la.
Went to town again after marketing. Bought the Mambo tote i've been eyeing ever since it came out. whee. Helped Eve spot her mambo shoes too. yay!
Billiards after town..Was super shagged out by then. Played a crappy game la. grr.
No more spending. no more. gahh.
Same goes for the procrastination of our homework. no moreeeee.

SokSai make up lecture this morning at 8am. Slept at 2am last nite, jerked awake at 7.30am, reached school on e dot. whee. its a 20min walk from my place to The End of the NP, LT 76.

Meeting Xb later for dinner (his treat!) and going for the NP Band concert (my treat!). Hah. Its time to catch up with my sleep now.

Btw. Cambodia, here i come!

Evanescence's My Immortal played on the radio.

...my heart crashed.
Not again. Please, not....
a g a i n.....

I'm...
 
1. hungry
2. Freaking Shagged out. my eyelids feel like they are made of gold can. i wish they were though.
3. Waiting for my webgraphics project to come to me so that i can do my part.
4. trying to study Marketing as i wait..
5. blogging.
 
.......tired.

Woke up at 11.45am, school was from 1-3pm only. bah.
Took many Crazy photos with kesh's camera- had half the whole atrium staring at us can.
But who cares, i had my fun! hurhur.
Town with gwen prawnnie liz and me.
haha great company i had! (:
took neoprints again.. I dont know how we managed to hang out in Heerens for 3 1/2 hours. heh.
Saw Emileen (my dear ST HotBods girl HEH) at Heerens, met her on the bus on the way home again. long time since i spoke to her! miss her damn lots man.

Whee its morning already!!
TODAY'S SLACK DAY! Wear your Tees! wear your Berms! Wear your slippers!
We shall slaaaaaack.
Then Jam Jam Jaaaaaaaam !
:D :D :D

alrighty. updated, here are TODAY'S PHOTOS.

Except for that 2 with me _____.

Cannot la. Ive completed my radio!! whee. :D

Run your mouse over e pic and make it flip again and again...note anne (2nd frm top) 's head!!! hahahahahahahaha. 

L-R BeNerd CharNed EveNerd SyNerd 

here i am!
same time, same place exactly 24 hrs ago.
whee.
PROJECT FF is undergoing construction.

Bahahahahahaha.

-Waves to Evelyn.

:D :D :D :D :D

im cranky...whee. i think i better stop somewhere.

somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere somewhere

ok.
somewhere. :D

my brains are seriously deaddddd.
started at 2145- its 0200 now.
4 whole hours, and i still cant think of anything to write about e ruddy radio script,
and all which comes out are rubbish.
(note the puke-colours.)
i give up. hope that i wont be burnt out by tmr, another BoLD and at least finish everything.

Setbacks, trials and tribulations serve as a harsh yet impressing reminder that one's human.
To pull our floating heads back to smelly earth.
To tell you to stop thinking that you're so high up there just because of a mini accomplishment.
Did you design the human body?
No. So shut up.
Its up to one to fully utilise and improve themselves using what they have learnt.
One can never stop learning.
Ive learnt from last year to take criticism in my stride,
though on some occasions i take it out too seriously on myself.
But that's perfectionist me.

Why am i talking about this ah?!
Nevermind. Since i bothered to say something sane, read it.
hurhur.

xb has gone to sleep, and so should i.
but i still cant sleep.
im feeling empty; something seems to be missing in my life.
this is real bad.

The pics we took during socialpsychology class with Mr Ian Apple's Palmtop are up!

Click HERE

late nights (more like early mornings) of sleep have done my skin Wonders, ha.
Things are whirling through my head, and i render myself sleepless.
Even with my mind a blank at times.
its funny that though i loathe displaying my darkest emotions if i can help it,
i still reveal parts of them in my blog.
whatever it is,
this will be the last mention.

Standing in blackness, carrying a torch.
Flames suffocated yet struggling to remain aglow;
are repeatedly doused with cold water.
Though left in umbra,  my eyes ignoring the stings from the smoke
Passion relights the fire after every time
but yet fatigue is setting in.
Fatigue from the lactic acid burning through my veins
whenever my heart climbs back up after falling.
Fatigue from the fights and struggles going on within me, myself and i.
Fatigue from being left standing here, alone in the dark
Fatigue from waiting to see the sun rise again
that it may overtake that heavy torch from my trembling arms.
I know- this marathon wont end till the day
i let go of this torch, already bound to my flesh.
Shards of water are piercing deep.
drenched, cold, hurting, exhausted, blinded, broken;
its flooding prolonged in here.

me anne kesh char acting cute! my goodness.
For more pics, click HERE

you never fail to leave me with this empty feeling in my heart.
maybe i shouldnt expect anything, anymore.
i shouldnt have in the first place..
i hoped; i believed everything you said.
but its in small ways i see how much exactly i mean to you.
somehow, i knew it all along how much it really was.
still i blinded the truth, and let myself hurt.
you always seemed to have a leash on my heart..

these few nights have been almost sleepless,
lonely nights with libation to keep me company till im overwhelmed.
perhaps i should start cutting through that leash.
its choking me with tears.

drama-mama
my heart crashed.
you'll never understand the pain im going through.

its 0225 and im still awake. Its wonderful though, this silence which surrounds me, unheard of in the day.
I think my body clock's screwy already- slept at 1am last night, and woke up at 1145. The weather was just too perfect for snoozing.
skipped blogging a couple of days cos there were unsettling unsettled stuff stuffing my mind, but ohwell i shalt now update thee on these two days of school.
Yea,i plea thee; Ignoreth the sudden (and pathetic) use of old england.
Thunks be to thee very much. Anyway.

Monday

BoLD[ay] (for the last time yea unfaithful readers of my blog, its Bombardment of Lectures Day) saw me waking up suddenly 8am when my Social Psychology lecture starts at 8am.
Went abit mad at home, even contemplated not going for lecture at all cos i was doubtful of reaching the LT by 0830. After which, i'll be marked absent.
Mom drove a praying me to school with 8 minutes to spare, and i entered on the dot at 0830. Thank God.
Heartwarming event no.1: Ms.T gave me a chance and marked my actually-absent attendance. i heart Ms. T (: Thank God again.
I shalt not taketh my commuting advantage for granted.

After a hearty writcomm by pat wong (it rhymes!), lunch with mah beloved T1o6 @Al-Ameen's. Now i realise that their cheese prata is Much better than Al-Ahazar's. I wonder what varieties of pratas Al-Qaeda will sell if they ever have a prata shop. Maybe they'll have:
Jihad bitter almonds Prata (prata laced with cyanide, sold only to fellow terrorists)  or
Mujaheddin Pratas (made as such they can be used as stones)  or
Abu Sayyaf Pratas (used as blindfolds for their hostages).
 
I digress again. No offense. but i think their pratas (Al-Ameen's, not Al-Qaeda's) are not bad at all. Many laughs and great fellowship made the pratas and tomyam soup taste better! (:
 
Radio had me trying to keep annemarie awake by drawing her shiny pink hello-kitty blouse on the doodle-pad. was effective for half-an-hour only though. Caught her snoozing with Maria's hp. Whee, i shall show it to Ak47! hurhur.
 
Heartwarming event no.2- A surprise apology comes. Anyhow, i was rather touched that it came- cos it showed that __ bothers. And this is usually not seen i guess.
 
I've signed up for the Cambodia trip, 24Oct-7Nov. We're going to build a playground for a children's hospital. Using my Thai mission trip $ to pay, cos i may not be able to go for the mission trip, sigh. it clashes with my first week of school. Poly vacation is rubbished up can.
And i wonder if its possible to skip 1week of school for it. Argh.
Praying hard about it man.
Anyway, there're only 6 places available for Cambodia, and there was a sudden interesting influx of interesting interested students which took jLo aback when he announced for the interested parties to see him.
I didnt think much about going initially, but i realised that since i would not be going Thailand, going Cambodia will not be less meaningful. So i applied, whee.
 
Tuesday
 
wah. i wonder who's gonna bother read all these.
Anyhow, Radio's newsreading became "internationale news broadcasting corp". Me and Evelyn went abit crazy doing Italian, French (ok la i cant do it well la), Indian, Mat, Ah Lian accents promoting Ripley's Entertainment. 5566, and S.H.E (cant believe i did that).
i could tell Anita Kwan wasnt too impressed, but aiyah at least we did have fun haha.
 
Today
 
The most hated animal in NP are, no prizes, not funny, CATS. Need i say more?
 
Had a full dosage of real-life Broken-Wrist Syndrome (BWS).
But to think of it, i do admire his sensitivity and desire for mutual respect.
And this honesty, though i still dont agree that people are 'born with it', but this is just my personal mindset and set of values so dont mind me.
Class ended at 4 instead of 5, whee.
 
Met up with papa to pass him his bday card and for a game of billiards.
Grr, last game saw him having 78pts and me, a miserable all-time low of 18. bah.
Nevermind, his birthday. let him happy abit. hurhur.
 
OK. im FINALLY done. i took a whole hour to type this post, so you better read it bahaha.
its 0320!
i better go sleep now. wheee.

HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY JEFF AKA gODPAPA!!!

dear you-
im tired of feeling shit, feeling the pain &that falling in my heart which comes whenever i see _________.
im so tired of suppressing all these feelings inside, pretending that nothing's wrong. i never dared to look at you in the eye, cos everytime im afraid that __ will notice that salient look- of tenderness- which i cant help having. for you. Its growing, this love inside. Everytime i try to hold it down; everytime i try to stifle myself from wanting to openly show, or tell you how much you mean to me- it multiplies. It's growing too, this pain. I dont want to hurt anyone, especially __. The potential of Everything hurts. All is accumulating, lashing at me at places which hurt like never before. Especially the knowledge that nothing is going to come out of this. The fatigue is setting in. Somehow, again, i wish that all these didnt start. That i didnt say that on 281203.
That you didnt say that on tuesday.
It's making me thirst for you- not your lips, not your touch, but YOU. But yet, it seems an empty promise. Cos there now is a certain expectation which isnt, and cant be, fufilled. And i certainly know that too. I cant diminish my love for either of you cos i just cant. So i cant diminish, either, this tumultous pain which is directly proportionate to that love.
I dont know how much longer i can take all these-i'm no superhuman.
tired, im so tired. im so tired from loving you.
but i cant stop loving you.

HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY Janice aka godmama !! (:

had a Great day out with godma, godpa and her big sis.
we went to ECP for a nice lunch at Bubbles' Bistro, followed by a looong cycle to a jetty further down, ate cake at the jetty, then cycled back. after which we went to Bugis to have a drink. life!
godpa's birthday is in 4 days, so i guess it was a 2-in-1 celebration.
i learnt..
1. to freewheel! duno if its called that exactly la, but i can now cycle without both hands on the handle bar! ok la, may not seem much, but that's an accomplishment for me- who hasnt cycled for what, 3 years?

2. that DUSTBINS are not to be looked down upon. Yeah, those stationary, smelly green things you see sitting peacefully on road shoulders
never.
i was cycling toward our jetty-destination, and there was this slight slope with a curve. i dont know what i was doing la, but somehow my bike just kept going toward the dustbin (which was on the left road-shoulder.)
I couldnt stop in time, and Bang! i crashed headfirst (bicycle head la) into the dustbin.
my bicycle bwanged, but i was still standing. the dustbin then fell on my leg. and now i have a wonderfully painful bruise the shape of Singapore. gah.
Talk about patroitism- the full-dress rehearsal is going on now la. i shall see fireworks soon!! whee.
ok, i digress. As i was saying, DUSTBINS are dangerous. i tell you, it WAS the bugger which somehow radiated a force, pulling my bike toward it. It was the ruddy dustbin dammit!
I scared the little girl on a little bike nearby, and her dad came over to help me remove the dustbin from my leg. see, it even attracted my leg can.
And that joker (the dad, not the dustbin) told my godpa (and godma were a little way off behind me on the doubles bike) that the dustbin crashed into me. IT'S TRUE CAN! i swear it was pulling my bicycle toward it can! -slaps myself. Benita, no swearing.

3. Cycling can cause butt cramps.
'nuff said.
*

Freaking shagged out, but im a happy person!
Im having a LIFE. whee.
*

nadiah,eve,fel &to all curious_: well, apparently JLo said that he knows our blog addresses. And my friend's blog said that pat wong reads theirs. i think some seniors do know that too. but Of Course, i shall continue to entertain them with my blog, should they even have the time to read them though. :D

wah. blogger is improving sia.

now i can have colour!

bold, italics blahblah, without having to insert irritating html tags.

oh joy!

 

anyhow, xb was right. lecturers are reading our blogs.

no wonder he aint updating anymore.

if this were a real life writcomm essay, i'll surely be killed for my comma splicing,

contractions, grammar and use of singlish.

and not to forget that anything you say about the school/course/lecturers will be used against you.

like this post, for example.

-Big waves to all the mass commie lecturers!
 
(my name's down in the hit list from here.)
 
i want you so bad..
so bad.

shiny on the outside
rotting within.
a smile upon sight;
but hides a tear left unseen.
no one bothers to harvest it
all they think is: kill, and eat.
so down goes the flesh a chunk at a time
pounded and ground, into puree and slime
churning in the sour chamber
it is burned to cinder.
finally in excrete, the seeds appear
this vicious cycle though already-trembling with fear,
a new seedling rises from the waste
yet it gets trampled upon in cretinous haste-
cellulose sprays.

*

i need some libation, bad.

I saw a pair of slippers on a shelf (floor, actually) which made Val go 'WOW they're real Shiny'!!
in a Vie La Vie (or watever it is called la i cant rmb), Far East Plaza and i felt they were quite nice, so i decided to buy it.
BUT.
When i turned over the slipper, i was freaking surprised to see the price tag. $99!? WAT SIA! It wasnt some beautiful workmanship thing, so i thought it was some $19.90 slipper can. After turning over the other slippers beside it, with their price tags of $69 etc, i turned to Val and said
"Wah piang! I dont believe this la! If its some swarsvoski crystal slipper then i wont say anything la."
See, the slipper wasnt made of REAL LEATHER, so i Never imagined that the shiny shinies on. it. were.
SWARSVOSKI CRYSTALS.
There was a oh-so-tiny-tag there certifiying that.
Goodness, it wasnt even in a case or what can! Above them, like Val pointed out, were $1.50-$3 cheapo rings. -__-
I shouldve stolen the slipper, plucked out the crystals and sell them back to Mr. Swarsvoski.
How prestigious for something worth $99.
It's like as J.Lo said, "7-11 selling Rolexes". And the Rolexes are placed together with the Mr.Potato tidbits.
Or an attap house which sells Lamborghini Diablos, Ferraris or Pagani Zondas.
Or a dirty old man with a fresh-faced young 23-year-old hanging on his arm.
Or Benita wearing a skimpy tube top.

Couldnt find a proper bag cos we didnt shop long. But i bought a white Mango basic racerback (i think half the world has one but who cares) and a dark blue 3quarts from 37deg. Thanks Val &Prawnnie for your company!! Gwen &Liz after that,too (:
Anyhow,i think im swearing off Pastamania, apart from their soup,drinks and garlic bread. Felt like puking after dinner when i was on the bus. Made me freaking sick, i duno why.

Alrite, i'd better start on my ASSignment now. its 10pm, and im stuck at how to start.
Whee.

radio today was, in a nutshell, horrible.
i shall now crack open the nutshell to bore you with the details..
-smashes my head against the wall.
My script Terrible. That's what happens when you smoke through it in 10mins, forgetting everything about conversational writing. But cannot make it means cannot make it la,yeah? i know, i know.
I forgot to bring my laptop. Anita Kwan announced it yesterday during lecture. it wasnt on MeL, and Anne and i (and and and!! gettit?! hahahahaha k not funny) were drawing/doodling away i think. so the both of us happily didnt bring our lappies today, and we were the only 2 buggers. oh whee.
I was stoning, too tired. Mind in a mess.
And then i didnt print out my tutorial notes. AK47 (anita kwan) must have been thinking how i will fail radio production. 'lack of organisation, interest and talent. definitely not suitable for this industry' will be written on my semestral report! then i shalt top MARKETING and do Bennifer proud. :D :D :D

-drags beni back to poopoo-filled earth.

tomorrow's 1-3pm! yayyee. and its off to shopping wit prawnnie i go!
been void of town for 1mth. and life for 3 weeks. no more band/rock band.
i think school's starting to kill already, sigh.
i will retire early tonight..
Will do my 800-900 wordy essay tomorrow when im more awake.
toodleloos.

thank God for my wireless router at home (though not very strong).
my room's LAN got problem! ARgh.

anw, I'VE QUIT BAND.
And NO, you aint cock-eyed. Contemplated/discussed it with myself and a little help from val and char... guess i really need all the free time i can get.
Band = no time for my homework, no time for my family, no time for my friends, no time for myself.
I have church commitments; commitments to God already, and i shouldnt overload.
Thought of quitting only after i perform during the Band's Pop &Classics concert, but i felt that it wouldnt leave a very good impression. The senior said that i'm always welcome to join whenever i change my mind...but that time will only come when i have a) less homework or b) no more church commitments (which is impossible).
So i sent the fateful SMS to him, and voila! im out!
Could finally eat a reeeelaxed dinner after eons today.
I heart my momma's food! She da bestest! wheee.
(:

life's weird. But what's life without its ups and downs?
of course, i would rather the scales tipped towards the ups.
ohwell.

what if one day things end in acrimony?
i dont want to see that day come.

why did i get myself embroiled in this in the first place?
bitter/sweetness engulfs me perpetually;
i find myself getting torn into pieces, in places i never knew.
it is still so hard to contain this grey passion..
this abyss has never ended- i have never stopped falling.
self-torture which fails to cease.
cos it cant, wont, and doesnt want to.
and i cant do a thing about it,
but to laugh, smile, and pretend. hypocrite.

tell me,which is harder easier?
to stop loving the one you love so much or
continuing to love in silent pain.

but

what if one day things end in acrimony because of this failure of mine?
i dont want to see that day come.

i just realised that my schedule doesnt allow me much time to do stuff that i want to.
and even if i could, it'd be so rushed that i may not enjoy myself fully. sighh.
anyway, i dont know what to blog about today so yeah, shall stop here.
Something is pulling at me both ways now, and silly prawnnie's (hey it rhymes! argh. see why i wanna stop?) making me worried.
enjoy the rest of your weekend everyone. (:

cos everything means nothing; if i dont have ___.

billiard was gooood, with all my games hitting 40 and above, whee.
i want a cue of my own too!! bleah.
Sigh,was abit of a fool during marketing today.
guess i kinda disappointed j.lo for not preparing marketing beforehand ):
so much so for good impressions. ohwell haha.
for the record, i WASNT smiling at everything he said..
i dont know la, but my mind was in two different places - class, and somewhere - during tutorial, but i still could take in what he said.
(but that explains the stupid four-market expansion grid strategies matrix errors la k. i wasnt concentrating. edit100704:see, i even got that wrong the first time)
let me repeat myself: I simply love his sense of humour, and that slow grin which forms whenever he smiles to himself after he pokes fun at someone and that someone doesnt realise that. mr. apple
i think he didnt grow up on milk ah. it was vinegar.
*

youmakemefeelbrandnewsimplyred

My love, I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
Mere words, could not, explain
Precious love, you held my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again

Only you, cared when I needed a friend
Believed in me through thick and thin
This song is for you, filled with gratitude and love

God bless you
you make me feel brand new
For God blessed me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song cause you
make me feel brand new

My love, whenever I was insecure
You filled me up and made me sure
You gave, my pride, back to me
Precious friend, with you I'll always have a friend
You're someone who I can depend
To walk a path that sometimes bends

Without you, life has no meaning or rhyme
Like notes to a song out of time
How can I repay, you for having faith in me. . . . .
God bless you, you make me feel brand new
For God blessed me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song for you. . . .

on a lighter note...welcome to the prawnnie Et bummie show! 

edited_its deleted; its gone.

i wonder if its worth it
but i cant help myself.
the pain.

shit. i just came home from band and i have 4-FOUR-empat-shi-si-idea journals to do by TOMORROW! diediedieeee. its 10.20pm, and im tired.
All you who thought that Poly's relaxeeed can go eat my hat. Not MassComm, anyway.
But i dont have a hat, so, lucky you.
ARGH!

anw, i seem quite 'adapted' to band, being so erm, outgoing, abit noisy and 'on'. i think i should get ready for some flak, whee.

stuck to the Da Vinci Code now. Controversial as it is, it IS a super well-written book. Made me more breathless than HarryPotter (it is well-written), more glued to it than LOTR, more page-turning than Michael Crichton. So much so, all the controversial stuff in its content seems true! My goodness. Really requires lots of discernment man. I'm learning super lots of new facts from it, but yeah i gotta check what im reading though. only halfway through, but- 5 stars!!!!!!!

no prizes guessing what/whom this belongs too! lol. 

L-R : zixin (the one in stripes), valerie, charmaine, me(in my trusty comfy ol' woolly sweater with bear. lol.) 

J.Lo!!! taken from somewhere up there, super zoom but blurred, sigh. 

L-R: Char Kesh Gwen Me in the LT during Marketing Break! heh. 

i just realised that mass comm's cute guys-
are lecturers.

OK! -slaps myself. shutup about the guys already rite? heh that's what im going to do.
But just pity me la k, let the unwanted gush about guys...they need to let their raging hormones out at opportunity. LOL.

today: location deejay-ing/ad-libbing.
got to play with SWEET MD players! sucked the first time round la,the weather screwed up the second cos it was a scripted recording.
The soccer players i intended to talk about were gone cos the rain came back. bah.
Anita kwan played my MD, and i almost didnt realise that that voice was Mine.
i sound SUPER different can! my goodness. i was crappy as usual cos no script la. ohwell.

I found that the Squash deli has ROCKING BROWNIESSS!! WHEE!
Char and i were half crazy over it..
Char was crazy over the strawberry ice-cream which comes with it,
i was crazy over the brownie. Its frigging goooood!
She's my favouritest bimbsy! heh heh.

ok gotta do my WOW - Word of the Week thing.
Deadline's tomrrow at 12pm.
Whee, i feel like Cinderella's schizophrenic other self. -smiles weakly.
AND i am in serious need of the sun (&exercise)!!!!!!!
aRgh dammit im beginning to feel like a white chicken hanging on my uncle's store window. Pui.
Ok la, im still dark, but ive been deprived of the sun, water, basketball &jogging for weeks- or should i say months- already. i feel the fats piling up slowly. grr.

its through little things you see the hidden;
its through these you learn to deal with life.

the Greece/Portugal match was crap la.
I didnt watch it- too tired, and i knew that it would be a lacklustre final.
Two very lucky teams in a boring final.. not worth my sleep. And somehow i knew Greece would win with their disciplined play. 1-0.

nose went crazy again today (argh!) no thanks to the rain and the freaking cold LT68D,
so i didnt go for band practice today. so paiseh la, act tua pai lidat.
anyway, the first lecture (which left me sweating just walking to the ruddy far LT) was social psychology. Its really interesting- learnt about how we stereotype people in the society.
Did you know that the first racial stereotypes in Singapore (eg. Mats are Lazy) were started by the British during the colonial rule?
"These Malays are so selfish and lazy. Who in the right mind will live in houses made of wooden planks and toil in the hot sun all day long, growing their own food when they can buy them?"
HA.
Here's more- "The Chinese workers are very hardworking. They will do anything as long as they are paid and given opium to smoke. The only times they riot is when there is a drop in their pay or anything to do with money, or when opium prices rise. Just allowing them to gamble during breaks will keep them happy."
-These were adapted from a book a British Colonel wrote and, according to my lecturer, stereotypes started then.

No 2 people have exact similar mindsets, so the only way to keep ourselves from stereotyping is to approach things with an open mind.
Also, first impression counts- and usually its wrong. But somehow, my first impression instincts didnt fail me on a particlar person...? I may have been abit harsh on my judgement, but ohwell- its not worth a mention.

Anyhow, it was madness after the lecture because it started raining very heavily, and i saw this taxi which someone just alighted from. So i dragged the 5 of us into the cab and we all went to the LT (which is about 50m away w/o shelter) CLEAN &DRY- and early. Oh and the nicey uncle didnt charge us a cent! heh.
Bombardment of Lectures Day - but still, i was kept awake in the late afternoon by Jerome Lo.
Rushed through my Radio Review with sneezes (had to make sure my laptop wasnt dirtied) to find out that my plans for tomorrow are ruined, but nvm. bah.
Will do Written Communications presentation thing with my writcom group on comma splicing insted, due Wed.
I wonder why they give us all these group things when our timetables are split, and packed?? grr. sian.
ohwell radio's tomorrow! whee.

Youth Sunday
Had erm, 4hrs of sleep before the thing.
was super tired at first..screwed up abit during 730am service.
forgot most of what i was supposed to do
But i guess the adrenaline rush after that got me going!
heh.
930 service was scary, with our mics almost not working.
thank God it was solved only 5mins late..But i couldnt really do the back up singing properly cos im having a cough, and i think im losing my voice already.
Anyhow, the speaker was really Good.
Made me laugh my ass off, heh.
Yet his message carried a powerful message (yeah u know what i mean la)-
that us youths should come out of our shell, and Strive to be the best for God.
His once-destitute background made me appreciate what i material comfort have today too, and i guess all of us should be thankful for what we have now yeah?

Ok,im positively aching at my neck now.!
Played pool today again though. i think pool hates me now? i just cant seem to play properly. Billiards and pool is still, different. My angles all salah already can.
Aiyah -slaps myself.
cannot make it means Cannot Make It la.

Shucks. im friggin' tired. I dont know how i can do my assignments now..
minimum-500-word essay on radio. Better do it today..
Cos tomorrow's gonna be a long day (8am-5pm Can!)
And Tuesday morn's fun time! i hope.
And Dear Mr. Ramani just added me into the list of 'Word-of-the-Week' thing.
Why me suddenly????
gotta mail him my stuff by Wed, Noon. Wat sia. =\

[post on jerome lo removed due to googling and saving of face from past, silly schoolgirl nothing-better-to-do posts.]

First week, first view into the world of Mass Comm.
And i think i really like it... Like what Dom says,
Liking the subjects is half the battle won.
Perhaps its only the beginning. So better not get too complacent eh. heh.
Went for band today..Got to know the people better.
I am asked to play during the Concert!
Char,Gwen,Kesh,Ming,whoeverinNPwhoreadsthisblog,
i BeG you to buy the tickets ok??
31st July, LT 26. $5 ONLY!
LT?! gah. nvm la, come ok???

Merrell, some senior in band, asked me to join his band.
To sing. Its a dream come true can!!!
Though i'd rather play drums, but im not the best.....
argharghargh i think their jamming practices are on Thursdays-
Which clashes with my worship band practice.
So i may not be able to join, sigh. Church stuff comes first afterall. And its a commitment already. sigh.

And there's this senior who plays the saxophone super well can!
Wah piang, the sound he produces with the sax is freaking SEXY.
And his name? JEFFERSON.
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.
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I CANNOT TAKE IT AH!!!! -_____-

Anyhow, tomorrow's Youth Sunday!
Think i got to be there at what, 6.30am la.
Another day of drumming after 3days of continuous rigorous drumming, whee.
gotta play Better Than Life twice?
And Lord i lift Your name on high is not very un-xiong either can.
My neck and calfs are achingggggg..!
God help me.

How to make a Benita

Ingredients: 1 part success 5 parts humour 3 parts energy

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add lustfulness to taste! Do not overindulge!

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things i learnt today:

1. Good communication skills are very important. So is observation of the way people communicate. I like to observe people right from the start so yeah, this will really help me lots! -stares at you with penetrating eyesss.
2. I smell nice (wat sia!), and smell like Charlie.
Charmaine: Oh myyyy!! -gives me a lonnnng sniff. Beni smells damn nice la!!! Kesh! Smell Ben ben!!
Kesh: (smells me) AHHHH!!!! YOU SMELL LIKE CHARLIE!!! -approaches me with a lusty smile and arms wide oh-pun. I miss my Charlieeeeeee!
Me: ARGH! Dont look at me like that!! -runs off.
3. Some poly people really suck.
My dearest Raelolo and Joyce came into Np to look for me at 12, only for me to realise that my class actually ends at 1pm. NEH MIND LEH. They were in their SA uni, and they got dissed! Some people gave them funny stares, which i understand la, but saying out loud "Go home la!" and "Ewwwwww...What are THEY doing here?!" is TOTALLY APALLING, DISGUSTING and IMBECILE.
Argh,i really feel embarrassed for them... ): But hey, i enjoyed the lunch at the market, though short!

Still got la, but i cant write anymore cos i gotta go eat my dinner.
Worship Band prac up next! whee!!!

Char*_ Argh. hahahahahahahahahah dont have to tell the whole world CAN! i SHY can! :D