Monthly Archive

i’m glad i’m getting out of singapore and the crazy weather for a couple of days. i’ll be on the train tonight heading for ahem, where else but malaysia. i just discovered a few days ago i’m actually going to bukit tinggi, where everything is extremely touristy and stuff. there’s all these european-buildings-lookalikes which makes up for cash-strapped tourists unable to fork out money for a trip to europe i guess. ack. at least the weather will be cooler there.

i just bought 7 books from the times bookshop wearehouse sale at singapore expo yesterday. man, i suspect there’s gonna be more good stuff over the weekend. too bad it’s far far away in the east and i won’t be here. if it were in tuas or something i’d check out the sale everyday. but i doubt i have time to read the books soon.

with 7 books in tow i had dinner with liuhwen the llama and accompanied her as she was frantically shopping for workwear. this woman (llama) shops with lightning speed. she zooms in and out of shops with a very focused aim (mission: to stock up on skirts) and manages to zoom in on specific items she wants to try on within seconds of entering a shop. and insists that she has completed scanning through all the other apparel in the shop. then she proceeds to try on the clothes with again, lightning speed. i don’t know anyone who changes faster than her (not even you, fengyi!). i don’t know if she’s the professional shopper or just that i need more practice shopping.

tai-tai activities aside, i really gotta start on the literature review for my final year project this week, and this really sucks man. meeting up with my group mates next week, and i already feel stressed cos i haven’t been contributing much to the group. this wouldn’t do!! must prove to them i’m no slacker!

this guy needed a new hairstyle.



he still looks weird.
someone give him the number of a good hairdresser.

i am going to earn S$540 a month for the next two months. no liuhwen, i seriously don’t wanna know how much you are earning during attachment. let me off for once eh? at this dramatic moment when i’m laying back on the comfy “manager’s” chair 93.3 is comforting me by playing a mayday song. thanks ah so comforting. S$540 dollars leh!! how to be comforted!!! i could have been earning more than two times of that amount if not for attachment!! bloody hell.

the supervisor from ntu they allocated me is some guy from the banking and finance division. god knows where he came from. i stalked his online life. he has a very boring (at least he has one) website, which lists his interests, the journal articles he’s published, his CV and photos of his family and hall of residence in school. the last item is most helpful if i ever feel murderous. apparently he’s interested in things which have names i don’t even know what they mean. and he taught in some teacher’s college in china some more. can you imagine, if he taught mathematical finances or was it financial mathematics in chinese, he must be damn power. wah liao eh i hope he’s not some old financial and banking prune. i’m crossing my fingers and hoping that he’s extremely nice and friendly. S$540 is bad enough, i don’t need a terrible supervisor.

somehow i can already imagine my organisation supervisor and the ntu supervisor, both of whom are extremely fluent in mandarin, chatting away happily about our performances. maybe in terms and idioms i don’t even understand. wah liao eh. life sucks man.

S$540 a month leh! how to survive the next semester without working. man, i think i’ve got to return to tutoring smelly kids. damn. what about the occasional movies and shopping? phone bills! broadband bills! notes-printing money!!

S$540 a month leh! where got people work for so low pay at suntec city one. they sure adhere well to the recommended salary of S$500. got S$40 extra some more!! i am so damn grateful to them. i better get some useful knowledge, experience, freebies, what the heck, from this attachment.

S$540 a month leh!! don’t ask me out for movies for the next 6 months or more unless i asked you out or unless you are willing to pay for me.

S$540 a month leh!! how to buy everything on my shopping list.

S$540 a month leh!! i feel like a foreign construction worker. not even a foreign lecturer earning big bucks. ok lah, i’m better off than them cos i got a comfortable place of residence.

S$540 a month leh!!!!!

i was talking to candybear last night on the msn, and she told me about her friend in london who was doing a course in law. apparently he was graded with only a “pass” and the professor made some comment like, if your parents aren’t lawyers, you can’t make it to the big, beautiful world of law.

i was chuckling to myself with a thought in mind: so if your father isn’t the prime minister you can’t be a prime minister lah! lol. by the way, the most popular newspaper in the entire nation published an article today whereby the prime minister asked us to stop arguing over the casino and move on. to me, he was just saying, “we (father and son?) made the decision and we gave you people face by allowing you people to debate about it liao, so everyone just shut up and leave everything else to us unless this thing screws up then we’ll come up with some blaming games ok? now get on with your lives! we are still a democratic and cosmopolitan country respecting all races and religion!” (die, what if there’s gonna be no more roti prata and char kway teow for me? better start packing up for exile in australia)

anyway back to the caste system thing, i thought the professor would fit in perfectly well in the rural areas of india, where the caste system is still very much in place.

in fact, i came upon a newspaper article not too long ago which highlighted the problem of discriminating against the lower caste systems in india. the problem wasn’t limited to indians in india. apparently this lady in london approached another indian guy who had lived in london for a very long period of time, about some business deal or something. so the first thing the guy asked her was which caste she was from. and when she told him she was from one of the lower castes, he shut the door in her face.

how unfair is that to the people from the lower castes? gosh i can barely believe that this kind of discrimination is still in place in year 2005. don’t tell me the first world countries don’t discriminate. even angmohs in some parts of australia, uk, usa, and god-knows-where-else discriminates against the minorities. what the heck, to think that most religions encourage forgiving and fogetting, living with an open heart and all these. there’s no saints on this world, but the least i expect is giving people a fair chance especially if you have zero idea of what kind of person they are.

i sound like i had a bad day? no lah, i didn’t. i trooped down to town today. now i owe seah fengyi ice cream from ben and jerry’s. (ps to fengyi: i wouldn’t cheat you of an ice cream hor!!) cos i dared her to turn up in orchard in t-shirt and shorts. so she agreed. and i really wanted one of us to bring along a camera so we can take photos of that (i mean, how often do you visit town in t-shirts and shorts?) and better still, i had this crazy idea: whenever we meet people we know on the streets we would get them to pose for pictures with her / us. after all everyone hangs out at orchard so we would definitely meet people we know. but then no cameras available, damn. and we did meet two of our classmates.

but we had a fun time strolling and walking around. even though our legs are now damn freaking tired and all of us ended up walking up in strange manners. to think that we were only walking around for less than 5 hours? gone were the days when i could walk up to 8 hours, no sweat.

tired ah.

we’re going to the zoo next week. to look at animals (?!) and to enjoy ben and jerry’s!

i am released!! feel so good to be officially free from the mental prison. since last night i’ve been extremely interested in the game going on at 93.3. there’s $2900 to be won as of now!! man, i’m gonna call and call and call and call. i’m desperate for money. lol.

went down to bugis today after the paper, and wow, i sure miss the place. haven’t been there for a really long time, i even lost my way. i need to familiarise myself with bugis again. and we went into the neoprint shop (yes, we did) where there were lots of booths. gone were the days when neoprint booths were found along the streets. gone were the days when they cost 4 bucks for a sheet. now they cost at least 8 bucks? nowdays the booths are a lot bigger also, some of them come with cushioned benches inside the booths some more. just that the booths with cushioned seats come with a higher price, at ten bucks.

and the booths (still pink)were covered in japanese script and japanese models with super act-cute poses. here, there, everywhere. these picture taking things are getting confusing, and it didn’t help that the instructions were in japanese. so we chose one of the booths with changeable backgrounds and randomly chose some options. and the ordeal began. there were 21 shots to be taken and they were taken as 3 sets of 7 shots i think. meaning between the 7 shots we had to figure which camera to look at next and move within the “frames”. man, i was so confused kx and fy had to drag me left and right within the booth so i would appear in the pictures. and we made a hell lot of noise. wahahaha.

woah, the choosing part and the decoration part got time limit some more. of course we only managed to choose 4 shots out of the 6 allowed and duh, we weren’t done decorating before time’s up. and we saw groups of teenage girls handling the booths and the japanese-laden instructions with ease. no sweat. man, once we grow old we get disconnected from these young-people stuff eh? gotta catch up with these things man! lol. otherwise will have generation gap with my cousins and kids nowadays.

and i stepped in the shop xcessories again! god, i really do have a super weak spot for accesories. i was so attracted to this choker which can be flipped front and back, one side’s blue and the other’s green. and the design was really really very unique. it cost $19.90 and i would have bought it under normal circumstances but well, a broke person is a broke person. by the time i decided to buy the choker i figured the metal parts might be discoloured over time due to “natural body oils”. so i didn’t buy it after all. damn. i’m still thinking about it.

oh yah i need to warn everyone who reads this about a electronic goods brand created in singapore. the one with a 5 letter brand name and its brand logo is in red. my dad bought the dvd player not too long ago, meaning less than two years. and it’s certainly underused. while i was happily listening to my cds yesterday the spastic player screwed up the songs. man, it totally spoilt my mood. the player kept “jumping”. ugggggh.

in less than 24 hours, i’ll be freeeeeeee!!!! freed from my textbooks and notes! for one semester! for one whole week!!!

before i get chained to attachment. damn. i hope i get good money from attachment.

i can’t figure out what i can do during the free week. there’s a disgusting shortage of great movies, no money to spend, the nus people are still having their exams, too lazy to take the train down to queenstown to swim, cannot attend david tao concert. there’s not much to tidy up in my room since all the mess is well hidden in my drawers and cupboards.

what should i do huh?

i am so jinxed. in terms of attending free live performances, that is. i thought it was just free mayday performances i never get to attend and that the problem lay with them, not me. narcissistic and important people never admit their flaws. but never mind, i shall admit it’s just me!!

i gotta miss the david tao live performance at singapore expo on 30th april. to think i excitedly asked liuhwen to buy the album with me so we’ll have two tickets and would be able to attend the concert together. i did buy the albums and was prancing around for a bit, happy with such a fantastic post-exams event to attend.

then just now i saw this ad about some malaysian thingy and something hit me on my head so hard i saw stars. damn i forgot about my malaysian trip!! which unfortunately demands that i leave singapore on 30th april, in the evening.

wah lau eh. and i paid a price premium for the album with tickets leh!! the darn music industry.

the album is a copy control cd to boot. damn damn damn. i hate this copy control cd thingy. it means that i can’t rip the cd and transfer the songs to my computer. which means that the bloody album has to be in the cd-player whenever i wanna listen to it. which means that i have to listen to it using my computer since the lau pok cd player in my room has been dead for the past dinosaur years. which means that the whole bloody pentium III computer will be slowed down with all programs running together with the cd playing in the cd-rom.

wah lau eh. i paid for the album cos i am supportive of originals mah! at least for the music industry lah, even though they’re a cunning bunch of people who always manage to segment the market and skim them real well. even though they’re forever overcharging. but at least they’re more affordable. real software like macromedia or microsoft office is way too expensive. i don’t even know of anyone who owns the original. yah, now i pay real money for it and they don’t give a damn about consumer needs and consumer behaviour. don’t they know apple sold MILLIONS of digital music players over the past two years, meaning people have a need to transfer songs from their favourite albums to their digital music players? so they’re encouraging people who have funky iPods and wannabe-creative zens to download from the internet izzit?

sometimes the world operates in a very weird manner.

i wish the bloody media can just stop harping on the casino! oops i mean integrated resort. no, i wasn’t against the integrated resort in the first place, come on, it’s just another form of entertainment and even if singapore remains integrated resortless, they can visit genting whaaaaaat!! what’s the big deal man.

but then for months everybody’s been talking about the damn integrated resort, formerly known as a casino in singapore. man, we’re gonna change history! we’re gonna rename casinos and call them integrated resorts!!! not one but two! debate here debate there for what? everyone knew what the decision would be whaaaaat! especially when our dear minister mentor opened his mouth. MM Lee. i wonder what name they’d come up with if he stays alive when his son steps down. i’m looking forward to that day man. the day he steps down and the day they rename all those ex-prime ministers.

the singapore government is hilarious. first they try and convince people the casino is for the sake of attracting tourists. ok, maybe they would really help those folks at the tourism board. but then who the heck would come all the way here to gamble? there’s las vegas, there’s genting, there’s macau. there’s 4D and toto whaaaat!!! wahahahhaha. yeah maybe gambling in the hot weather brings better luck. got merlion to bless you some more.

then they try and make it sound better and call it an integrated resort. complete with shopping centres and everything else. the last thing singapore needs is ANOTHER crowded shopping centre. although i do wish they’d build another one in jurong west. jurong point is getting way too crowded. i wonder how they pass the fire test, the one where you know, zouk or some club failed cos there were too many people inside at one time and in case of a fire everyone wouldn’t be able to escape and hence die. i vaguely remember someplace upon sentosa island, called the asian village, which was also built to attract tourists. more specifically, attract those angmohs who apparently got bored and the place turned into a ghost village.

then they try and make it sound EVEN better. the integrated resort will provide 35,000 jobs!! there was this guy who wrote in to the straits times forum today and pointed out that hello, those jobs wouldn’t provide much of a future for the employees. but then i guess the government thinks 35,000 jobs better than nothing what! they also donate the $100 entrance fee and annual $2000 membership fee to charity leh!! charity leh!! so nice of the government!! never mind if gamblers lose all their money and their families face financial troubles. government will help one!

then our favourite prime minister stepped out again and called for singaporeans to bond together and get the integrated resort going. must unite then will succeed what!! wah lau eh, and the straits times mention the ministers were all supportive of the plan despite their personal opinions leh!! must support!!! must support! appear united!!!

then as usual our nanny state must take care of all negative aura the integrated resort would create. integrated resort whaaaat, they mentioned it’s gonna be for the family too so why got negative aura ah?? take care of all the families! make sure those diehard gamblers cannot get in since they probably wouldn’t be able to afford the $100 entrance fee! then must ask IMH to prepare for counselling gamblers!! then must do this and in case this leads to that they would carry out plan 13485 to solve that problem! must make sure singaporeans don’t create social problems and scare away all the tourists who are so impressed with our real life game of the sims!!

what the heck.

how long is this integrated resort thingy gonna carry on? i watch the 1000 news every night and they start with updates on the integrated resort. i read the papers and they devote pages and pages to the darn place. never mind about the conflicts between china and japan! never mind about the possible volcano eruption which would cause ashes to cover the sky over half the globe! integrated resort more important!!

calling all singaporeans to unite together and grow to love the integrated resort!!

the islamic network wishes to inform me, through gmail, about their latest islamic newsletter. i was thinking of replying to the email, telling them i am a firm believer in taoism and buddhism. but then again, i don’t think anybody at the islamic network will give a damn about my religious interests. worse, how do i know if they are the moderate ones or the extremists? what if the extremists set bombs under my bomb as a punishment?

the westcpa, which apparently, is an organisation for accountants in the “west”. god knows which “west” they mean. do they mean “west” as in angmoh, parallel to the “east” meaning oriental, which should be used to describe rugs and vases and not humans anyway. or do they mean “west” as in the western part of singapore? yah i do live in the west but why would a professional organisation in singapore send emails in chinese??

this is how the website looks like:



full of chinese. woah. it’s an accountant organisation in china i think.
and check out the ugly small little signs which say “NEW!”
by the way, why the heck did this accountant-ly organisation email me?!

if these two organisations took the test for suitability of target markets they will flunk badly. do i look like i’m a muslim? do i look or sound like an accountant? i doubt i have signed up with any websites remotely linked to these two organisations. unless tag-board counts.

gmail should do better with their spam control. it’s ok. i still love them a lot more than hotmail, who bothers me a couple of times every week to tell me my mailbox is approaching the limit. what the heck. and there’s still people who send mail to hotmail. despite me threatening them with all sorts of punishments that would take place if they do so. people obviously don’t take me seriously.

my laptop is once again, possessed. the cursor keeps moving across the screen by itself.

by the way, i really couldn’t figure out what’s up with tag-board. therefore i surrendered and headed for flooble. therefore i didn’t see any tags which was posted after 21st april 2005, 0200 hrs. i told you i didn’t like tagboards, didn’t i?!

yah seriously, how do you kill lizards? there’s one which crawled from outside my window into my room and when i tried to chase it out of the window by hitting a book against the wall, it went into my bathroom. damn. i haven’t brushed my teeth and i really don’t wanna step on a rubbery lizard.

usually i would get the broom and whack the lizard till it loses its sense and then toss it into the dustbin or something. but then at 2353 hrs i am slightly too lazy to get the broom.

i wish there’s a away-with-lizards spray. there’s insecticide which works perfectly well on cockroaches, so why don’t inventors come up with something to get rid of lizards? is there really a need to come up with lycra? don’t waste time lah! just curious about how people kill lizards. with brooms, like me? with books? (yuck pieces of lizard stuck on books isn’t very appealing)

ok i spot the lizard. it’s on the bathroom ceiling. what if it falls on my head while i’m brushing my teeth?? should i stay up later to brush my teeth then sleep or should i just go to sleep and wish that the lizard will escape from my bathroom in the night?

ok here’s a taiwan joke, courtesy of monster:

question: which two alphabets will cause an explosion when put together??

answer: O and K

because OK BUNG

*freezes*

(in perfect hanyu pinyin itz OK BENG, don’t wanna you people to think itz beng as in ah-beng)

in case you are unfamiliar with taiwan slang, OK BENG means plasters.

by the way, do tell me how you kill lizards, ya?

i’m already enjoying the one week break in between my second last paper and my last paper. i’m officially in relaxation mode, and nothing stresses me anymore. not even when i woke up this morning, the day of my second last paper, realising that i haven’t even touched the textbook contents or lecture notes of the module. all because the exam was based on a case study and there really wasn’t much i could study for.

what’s worse, my last paper only makes up 33% of the final module grade. terrific. now, where do i get the motivation??

in fact, i’m so relaxed nothing can get through my thick head. i caught the last part of mayday’s new release on radio just now and i couldn’t figure out the lyrics. the song was supposed to be in chinese but i seriously thought it was in korean. lol. don’t ask me how it happened. my ears are resting too.

man, just checked my email and i saw this one from my coursemate asking for witnesses to step forward, since his motorbike was turned over in its parking position by some turn-over-and-run driver. no wonder i saw him running like a maniac (translate: emotionally charged and with desperation) towards the carpark after the paper. and he really sounds very sad in the email. do all motorbike riders love their bikes more than themselves or what?

i got s strong craving for movies and shopping.

excuse me while i check out my diminishing bank balance.

this really puzzles me.

look at this ah.

then look at this.

spot the difference!

except for the label i don’t detect any differences. don’t be stupid and tell me one is pink and one is red ah. if you were planning to do so you deserve me clobbering you on the head. this is a brand of flip-flops with names like ice-cream flavours man. they have the colour names pistachio,bubble gum rose and crystal rose. and everybody knows how much havaianas flipflips cost. amazing eh?

then look at this:

WAH LAU EH! this is what ah lians wear what!!!

now you wonder how come they can charge a price premium. i wonder too.

ok lah, this

this looks quite decent although i wouldn’t be able to run in the rain if i wear this.

*interruption: man, i absolutely love the recover post function. it really works. phew*

anyway, i am contented and satisfied with my teva slippers, op and and fila flip-flops too. no need for havaianas lah. i’m too singaporean to wear such hawaiian-sounding brands of flip flops (it’s actually from brazil).

oh yes oh yes. speaking of hawaiian sounding names. the libya president was inviting me to her belated 21st birthday celebrations at aloha resorts. found on the sunny island of singapura. where we have the promotional tagline “Uniquely Singapore”. yah lah i know aloha isn’t meant for ang mohs, but more for locals. but then again, they cannot come up with something more singaporean meh? you know, there’s very singapore-sounding places like “tanjong pagar”, “bishan”, “nee soon” and of course, “boon lay”. so why can’t they come up with a uniquely-singapore name for the resort? like WAH LAU EH RESORTS would reflect singlish (sometimes used as a greeting parallel to aloha. e.g WAH LAU EH! you don’t need to study for exams one ah! or WAH LAU EH! i haven’t seen you for a thousand years!) well enough. and it’s uniquely singapore too.

i need my tranquiliser pills.

it’s a happy day!

i woke up at 1030am this morning and started to study for my 1430 paper. thank god the paper wasn’t too bad. actually i kinda enjoyed the paper. hahaha. really! it’s almost idiot proof and i had the chance to behave like some arty farty talking about L’Empire de Luminous. see, i’m a potential arty farty!

mayday got into tw’s music awards (not surprising, although it will be surprising if they don’t win) zhiyong on 93.3 is hilarious! he’s blatantly putting the tw music awards down. he’s funny! got the guts, i have to say.

and i’m waiting for my roti prata supper, free of charge plus delivery!

can’t complain about anything today. life is spice and sugar and frivolous soap bubbles floating in the air!

i always thought it was a cliche that people claim to treat each new day as their last, so that they will have no regrets whatsoever. so that they will not procrastinate and leave things unfinished.

it was only on monday when i started to seriously think about unfinished business. i got the news that an ex-schoolmate had passed away in a motor accident. i didn’t even know that guy personally, but the news sure hit me hard. at this age of 20, or any other age for that matter, nobody can guarantee that we wouldn’t be dead the next minute. this sounds morbid, yes, but it’s true.

i was thinking about the guy’s life just being cut short like this. singaporeans have an average lifespan of 80.05 years, and to die at the young age of 20 means he was shortchanged of 60.05 years. of course, life isn’t something to be calculated mathematically, but i can’t help thinking about it this way. in those 60.05 years he lost, he could have achieved a lot. a degree, a terrific career, a family of his own, etc. there’s so much he lost out on.

in these 20 years, what did he achieve? what have i achieved? perhaps he did manage to achieve more than the average 20 year old, perhaps he didn’t. this is the time in life we would have started to think about adulthood, our life paths. it’s the age when we would have fresh graduates from adolescence. when people start taking us seriously. when we start to fulfil our dreams. ensure that we have a great life. for him, all those possibilities and opportunities would be cut off just like that.

more importantly, there’s no full stop in his life. it just ended abruptly. did he have a blog? from wenwen’s blog i learnt that he had a friendster account. what about his email account? he didn’t have the time to explain his departure, he didn’t have time to bring a close to these accounts. even today, he’d probably get emails from friends who haven’t got to know about his accident, he’d still get those endless spam mails. his virtual life would just carry on.

what was he thinking of a second before the accident? my parents believe that before a person dies, they would behave in some weird manner, such as asking for something they usually would not ask for, or clearing all their debts for no apparent reason. did his family or friends sense anything like that? what was it like for him to be on his motorbike heading for home that very second and then hit by the bus the next second? fear? or was it so immediate he didn’t even know what hit him?

i don’t know that guy personally, i didn’t even have a very strong impression of him. but i remembered that he seemed spunky and cheerful, one that didn’t deserve to die at 20 years old. it’s scary to think about it. nobody expected him to die so early during then. it was this sense of uncertainty and risk that has been bugging me these few days.

what if i were to die tomorrow? i have plenty of things not yet completed. i would rather take the exams and get a final grade for this semester. i have barely started on my final year project, and i certainly would want to learn about the final thing. i haven’t gone out with my friends as promised. i haven’t sent last year’s christmas cards. i haven’t bought everything on my shopping list. i haven’t made the effort to keep in touch with long-lost friends. i haven’t fulfiled the wish of living a life as a single character, not two different ones when facing friends or family. i haven’t apologised for many very, very wrong things i did. i haven’t gone through all the emails in my inbox, let alone reply to them. i haven’t bought my dream car, i haven’t lived the dream life.

would it be better if humans came with date of expiry? at least some would ensure that they have no unfinished business when their expiry is near. i guess in this sense, i’d rather die of some disease or illness which allows me to know my end is near, so that i can do all the things i’ve always wanted to do, to put a full-stop to my life when the time is here.

i was studying with a group of accounting people today, which consisted of my friend and her friends.

at 830am, while i was still sleeping, my friend messaged me to tell me they were in seminar room 8. that was sure early. i woke up at 1030am to reply, telling her i’d be reaching soon. so i took the usual one hour to get ready (i think one hour to get ready is perfectly reasonable what!)and left the house at 1130am, when my friend messaged me again asking if i were lost. happens that her friend was curious why i took so long to reach school.

and i did quite a lot of work during the time i was in school, albeit some short stoning periods and taking in deep breaths before plunging into dangerous water of tricky pricing theories.

at 5.45pm, my friend had to leave since she had to go for a tuition lesson. naturally, i packed up too since it made no sense to study with a bunch of people i don’t know. and of course, i thought 6 solide hours of studying wasn’t that bad and i deserved a dose of tv. so my friend’s friend was very puzzled. she asked me why i was leaving already.

GASP.

to all accounting students, engineering students, etc. etc.

marketing students are not always slack.

i did have my hardworking moments too.

to all fellow marketing students,

we should salvage our image before they start asking the school why we are so damn slack and yet get pretty nice grades.

i do consider myself a marketing geek.

ack what an ugly tagboard. i liked flooble better, but they had irritating ads. still, tagboards are the ugliest things around although they make the world a better place. sometimes.

i am so damn proud of myself! i scored my first A+ in 9 years, the last occasion being the double A* (A* and A+ almost the same lah) during PSLE.

and i’m especially proud this time. why? cos usually marketing tutors grade you As for almost everything except for the exams. the lowest they go is a grade B. i don’t get it either, but then, this tutor which graded this assignment of ours actually gave Fs to two students. not that i’m gloating over their Fs while enjoying my A+, but if they can’t even pass the assignment it’s either they’re too damn lazy and didn’t give a damn about it, or they simply missed the point.

my tutor even asked the three A+ scorers to post our assignments to share with the class ok?! wahaha i think i’m madly in love with myself. forgive me. but then.

this proves that i AM NOT AN AH LIAN.

so stop calling me one ah! ah lians don’t have the brains to score A+ ok?? i am a genius. you may call me a geek, but not an ah lian.

to neutralise the hatred any sane person would feel after reading all those self-praise, i scored my first B for assignments on that very same day. ok ok a B isn’t that bad but then like i said, the lowest grade most marketing tutors would give their students is a B. i don’t know what’s the lowest grade for that specific assignment since i didn’t attend the class.

more interestingly, i didn’t attend the class as he said it’s the last tutorial and it’s for us to ask him any questions we have about the course. and he said that if we were going to attend just to know our grades, forget it, don’t waste our time doing so. and he highlighted again that we didn’t have to attend if we had no questions to ask.

as usual, typical of ntu students, almost all of the class turned up i think. cos even the slacker turned up and she got my assignment for me and i haven’t even got it back cos she was late for a briefing and blah blah blah.

yeah the strangest thing was that i was mourning the B grade. lol. i don’t know why lah. just felt a little forlorn after knowing it. i wasn’t expecting a lot from that assignment in the first place since i didn’t really know what was going on but i did put in effort. actually a B was what i expected but my first B just had an impact lah.

never mind. life is full of strange things and people who love themselves too much.

about my computers. i have learnt not to rely too heavily on them. i wonder what would be the possibility of getting permission to get a new desktop or laptop using the study loan for my 21st birthday. i sound extremely dumb eh? i have to ask permission when ultimately if i do succeed i’ll be paying for it myself? what to do, my dad is very against the idea of me getting a laptop since he has the misconception that laptops are for people like my brothers who went/ are abroad studying and has/had to have a laptop. but then these two pentium III computers are really driving me mad.

ack.

geniuses cannot work without a good, reliable and reasonably fast computer. i’ll be extremely satisfied with a 512mb (is that what it is?) RAM? windows xp. like what i get from the computers in school. and i’ll be satisfied. really. i don’t even need a super graphics card for gaming or super super power hard disk and all that crap. i just need a good computer to do my work! cos throughout the whole semester i haven’t written more than a page of stuff a week on paper!

i wonder if i can handwrite pages and pages of stuff for the exams.

should i add a tagboard to this? i don’t like tagboards but i admit it’s a lot easier to add comments and read and update. but then i don’t like tagboards cos it’s small and they always have those ugly smileys. but then again my guestbook is bombarded with loan offers and such.

yesh in answer to wenwen and liuhwen before i decide on the tagboard,

STOP CALLING ME AH LIAN

hahahaha that is, if you wanna join the hermit club which i’ll start 20 years down the road. mission of the hermit club: to stay lonely and to track down all those people who have offended us in our lives somehow. make sure they choke on tofu.

start taking down their names now.

a gentle little tap on the touchpad results in posting an entry three times!

i wish i can strike the next lottery. i wish i’d find a bag of money along the streets. i wish i will have there will be some unknown person who’d kindly and generously top up my bank account.

I WISH I HAD THE MONEY TO BUY A NEW COMPUTER!
it doesn’t matter whether it’s a desktop or a notebook. but i really really want and need a new computer! amazingly both the desktop and the notebook in my house are pentium IIIs. therefore they are really really really slow. they can barely handle a few programmes running at the same time. especially powerpoint and spss, which i use very often. the desktop autoshutdowns and always hangs. this laptop’s keyboard has gone totally berserk, together with the touchpad. sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. and i even have to keep the fan blowing full blast at it cos its fan isn’t working anymore, and i certainly do not want to overheat another computer.

i really really really need a new computer.

WILL SOMEONE BUY ME A NEW COMPUTER?

MR MICHAEL DELL? PLEASE? I DO LIKE YOUR DESKTOPS!! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE?

sometimes i think i may be worrying too much. but recently, i’ve been afraid of losing my friends. very, very afraid. i’m not a person who has a lot of friends, cos i find getting to know new friends is a very tiring chore. plus i don’t like talking to strangers and making small talk. which explains the reason why i’ve got less than 20 close friends in 21 years of my life.

but i’ve realised that whenever school starts, i get so busy with deadlines. my friends get busy too. sometimes i don’t even get to meet them more than twice a year. sadly, i think when i do meet up with friends whom i used to hang out with everyday, there’s lapses in conversation and awkard silences. i hate these moments, i really do.

i wish i had the time to meet up with my friends more often and i wish i had more conversation topics to chat about. but sometimes, it never work. i am drifting away from some friends, some very very close friends. and i fear that this is happening even when i’m still in school, what will happen when we all enter the working world?

10 years down the road, i may become a hermit with memories of friends, but with no one by my side.