Morbid Fascination.

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call me slow, cos i just got around to watching this mv.
and whooo.

i kinda have a morbid fascination with it. hurrr.

anw, morbidity aside, i think its a pretty fresh idea. i'm no mv-expert/guru, but then, how many times do you actually come across this kind of videos? (lets not talk about hardcore/heavy metal rock/ satanic music/etc) we're talking mainstream music lah. schizo-writer/psychopath kills girl he loves just so he can preserve her as she is forever and keep her by his side. if one looks at it deeper, its all motivated by love, albeit warped and twisted.

dang, i want to watch the full version. anyone knows how to get their hands on it? =D

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What Recess?

so, after 7 gruelling weeks of school, there comes the long-awaited recess break. only, its really NOT a break. booo. ):
couldn't wait for this week to end. what with the utterly ridiculous and blood-boiling encounter with the anal-retentive kc member. (yuck!) but whatever. i'm finally done with this week.

he304 report - check.
he312 discussant presentation - check.
he306 tutorial presentation - check.

yay. (:
SO for a little release, i went downtown to meet euni for some "present hunting" for qijun's 21st. that silly girl wasn't really of any help when we asked her what she wanted for a present. so we got her a pillow with a rather expensive case. (SHHH. don't tell her!)

well apart from getting jun's present, euni and i succeeded in making ourselves poorer. -.- LOL.
but anyway, i got another forest green basic racer from mng (so now i have 4 green tanks and counting). had actually wanted to get the chilli red racer but that cost like twice the green one just cos it had the word "mango" printed in the front. -.- wandered on to topshop where i found another chilli red puff sleeve basic i so loved. BUT. had to exercise restrain and not buy it cos i could buy 2 more topshop tanks with the price of that. hoho.

were "clowning" around in topshop for a while cos of the funny "alien communication" gigantic-metal-plate accessories we came across. (okay, more like i was laughing so hard at euni.) anyway, lately i've decided that my dressing style will be just simple basics with accessories. therefore, my current aim is to stock up on basics AND accessories. i am SO in love with bangles (and coloured eyeliners!). HEH. anw, i'm eye-ing more bangles from mng and forever21 (where i found the tank in the hot pink shade i was looking for). (: (: (:

mmmmm.
so anyway, i just realised that all that load of shopping which i typed just above sounds oh-so-bimbotic/shopaholic/bratty/etc. and i do think i hardly blog about such stuff. right, so next time, i shall proceed on to be a photo-whore. HAHA.


things i have to start working my arse on:-

1) he306 assignment 1 (2500 words)
2) he312 case studies research on the palm oil industry (!!@#$^&*?@#$%*!)
3) bloodyACCOUNTING QUIZ
4) he210 assignment (10-12 pages NOT incl. references/appendix)
5) he209 assignment (minimum 2 pages)

WAH LAO EH. tell me, what recess!? ):

anyone going shopping (esp for accessories), CALL ME PLS.

MYOB.

i'm blogging this on the pretext of doing my stupid he304 report. -.-
the following incident JUST happened a few minutes ago.

after getting a cuppa and proceeding back to my seat in kc's reading room, i opened this small pack of biscuits and started to munch. had not taken more than A bite, when i heard someone asking in mandarin, "xiao mei mei, ni bu dong zhe li bu neng chi ma?" (literally: small girl, don't you know what you can't eat here?")

being rather irritated at this, i decided to show attitude and ignored the old man. continued sipping my tea.
and then, after sometime, seeing that he didn't get a scared/worried/flustered/paiseh response, the bloody old man decided to be a pain in the arse again.

oldman (in english): do you know you're not supposed to eat here?
me: -silence (more like ignorance)-
oldman: if you're not going to stop eating, i will call the security guard.
me: -silence and continuing with my report-
oldman: can't you just eat outside and come back in when you're done?
me: -SILENCE-

and then he goes back to reading his newspapers.

AND THEN AFTER ANOTHER SHORT WHILE, HE BUAY TAHAN COME OVER TO MY TABLE!
(what the fuck is wrong with this man!?)

oldman: you still don't want to stop eating?
me: -silence-
(note: by that time, i wasn't eating. the biscuit was just lying on my notebook.)

oldman: i tell you so many times and you still ignore me. you really not scared i call security ah?
me: -silence-
oldman: what school are you from?
me: -silence-

he walks back to his papers and STILL SAY SOME MORE.

oldman: you continue eating, i will call the security guard over.

at this point, i was really feeling fucking buay tahan. i still had to bite my lip not to curse his head off.
so i challenged him and said "go ahead". to which he said, "you're just a schoolgirl, so defiant".

WHISKEY. TANGO. FOXTROT.

i call that selective defiance. the more you tell me not to do it, the more i WILL.
SUE ME.

WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS WITH HIM?! FUCKING ANAL-RETENTIVE AH?!
OLD ALREADY NO MORE SEX, MUST GET SO FUCKING UPTIGHT OVER WHETHER PEOPLE OBSERVE THE "NO-EATING" RULE IN THE READING ROOM.

after that bloody old man (FINALLY) left, the security guard came in, walk one round and keblakang pu-sing.
SEE, EVEN THE SECURITY GUARDS CLOSE ONE EYE!

KNNBCLJ.
bloody hell. spoil my mood.

fuck, i need to get back to my report.

Nothingness.

honestly, i think this entry is here because i'm blogging for the sake of blogging.
i feel there's something that i need to get off my chest.but again, i can't pinpoint the issue.
maybe it's a bundle of issues.

had only two lectures today. but yet left school at 6+pm.
felt rather stupid for taking some remarks/comments/issues seriously. which resulted in a futile wait. maybe sometimes i really am too gullible. and maybe sometimes i deceive myself thinking that i am just giving others the benefit of the doubt.
yeah right, dawn.

schoolwork is really stifling that i think if i don't get out soon, i'll crack.
but then again, if i were to think about it, maybe it's good too. gets me so distracted/worried/stressed that i don't think about any other stuff except those pertaining to school. yet i realised, sometimes there are some things which just haunt. nevermind running away and hiding. i'm still found. -.-

i've only just found out about a* and b* and their uhm, lives. i guess they both seem mighty fine. -shrugs-
can't but help feel a teenywee pinch, somewhere in the deep recesses of me. guess these are the "what ifs" i will never get to find out. oh well, so long as they're happy. (i know, sounds so altruistic. hah.)

lately too, i haven't been in contact with ____. so i started the conversation ball rolling first. i ended up feeling a tinge of bitterness, or maybe even jealousy i didn't know would exist -- in a convo that lasted less than half an hour. i honestly don't want to feel the way i felt/am feeling. i'm not being altruistic or what. i just don't like these kind of feelings. especially when i know that there's no point in the way i'm feeling now.

in another bout of randomness, i wonder what it's like to be wasted.
i know obviously, that the hangover would be horrendous to endure. but still, we'd all want to know what "once bitten, twice shy" feels like no? well, at least for me, i do.

on hindsight, with regards to other aspects, i've been bitten one too many times.
and i still haven't really learnt my lesson.

Brain Dead.

am so totally drained.
brain fucked as sue-anne so "aptly" and explicitly/graphically puts it.

hold that wandering thought.
its purely academical. -.-
(if there's such a word...)

trooped all the way down to raffles place/clarke quay at 11am, only to find that chngsue-anne was to be late.
and her "reason" being my failure to reply to her text message (on whether i'd set off) in order to avoid my proverbial lateness.
(or so she claims.)

in any case, tcc@clarke quay is indeed a cosy and comfy environment to work, albeit costly. ):
stayed all the way till 9+pm. in between, we were joined by her jc friend.

health economics is really starting to get on my nerves.
it's fucking difficult to tackle the (somewhat) easy-looking question i have for the seminar presentaion.
in that 9 hours or so sitting at tcc, i'd have expected to dig out enough stuff for a 20-minute speech and a 800-word essay.
but fuck no. the bloody e-journals suck.
i can't seem to find ANY of the references given in the text.

RAAHHH. ): ): ):

anyway.
in other news, the INSTEP placement results are out. (like finally.)
any guesses which uni i got? (:
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university of technology, sydney. (: (: (:
(HELLO WINNIE, ARE YOU READING THIS!?)

anyway, mine's the fee-paying scheme, which if i'm not wrong, i'd be paying uts, not ntu.
kind of expected it anyway. since the exchange scheme only had 2 places.
and my grades were no way up for the competition. ):

so now, hopefully uts will deicde that i can qualify to go there for half a year.
-crosses fingers, arms and toes-

(:

When It's Over...

the week went by in a whiz. lecture, tutorials, more lectures and tutorials.
well of course, the best was saved for the last.
and that was wei's 21st. (:

went to changi aloha chalet on friday night to help wei out with the preparations for her big day. hehe.
was pretty miffed at first cos of the train journey to tampines.
basket, those commuters on the train were probably blind and had no sense of smell.
kept kicking the 21 precious muffins i baked for wei. ):
(i'm sorry wei, if they tasted kinda horrible. -.-)

unforch, hall's dnd also fell on wei's party day.
so i had to leave changi in the afternoon and cabbed back again to wei's at night.

anw, wei's 21st was really quite nostalgic with the back-to-school theme! (:
too bad i've grown much too fat to fit into my cgs school skirt.
but darn it, i should have gone ahead to wear the skirt, even as a babydoll.
cos the rest all were in cgs uniform while i was the sore thumb in saint getup. bahhh.

mj-ed the later part of the night away all through to sunday morning.
by then, we were zombies.
well i think i was the worst zombie.
fell asleep sitting still at changi village.
lolling around and all. i'll bet everyone must have seen the most stupid/horrible/embarrassing side of me. ): ): ):

-digs a hole to hide head-

well anw, shall let pictures prove the nostalgic fun we had. (:


huifen and i, with the skinny cute arty-farty geek. (:



this is here because it's one of the pictures i love myself in. hahahhaa. =D



twelve and the birthday girl (:



"class of 2007" formal. HEH.



"class of 2007" clowns! (: