tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56915832011-04-22T12:01:49.735+08:00Pieces of MeRandom musings,thoughts,feelings,rantings and ravingsNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comBlogger10511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1159168026936356922006-09-25T13:05:00.000+08:002006-09-25T15:07:07.356+08:00Rash aside, it would be a waste not to make full use of the week-long break and so we went for a short getaway to the land of smiles.Actually we just went to Golden Mile for me and Janice's SEA Studies fieldtrip, Apol came along because she was bored and didn't want to attend her chemical atmosphere lecture. Our task was to observe how other SEA countries are found in Singapore and well, we Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1158766548037572782006-09-20T23:29:00.000+08:002006-09-20T23:35:48.323+08:00There's some sort of rash developing on my palms and it's irritating the shit out of me because it itches like a bitch and I cannot concentrate on doing my work! And I have a lot of work! It's like stupid nasty small liquid-filled bumps at the side of my palms and fingers and God damn, they are itchy.. I wish I have medication for it, creams or something. Bloody hell.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1158427831601267132006-09-17T01:03:00.000+08:002006-09-17T21:20:18.650+08:00Meet our new friend Outi!She's an exchange student from Finland, far up north near the pole and is a doctor-to-be. I checked the exchange programmes website just now. A semester stay in Romania will cost approximately S$500 per month, which is manageable compared to the $15000 needed for the same duration in France. Sounds great but Apol is afraid of Vlad the Impaler and his bloodsucking Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1157998802228005532006-09-12T02:19:00.000+08:002006-09-12T02:20:02.580+08:00I should be in bed. Tomorrow I have a 10am lecture - Islam and Contemporary Malay Society. Contrary to popular train of thoughts, I happen to like this module although I think the lecturer should talk faster during lectures and talk louder during tutorials. After one month, the novelty of being an undergrad has worn off. Now I just feel extremely harassed by the stack of readings to be done. I Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1157895788818681432006-09-10T21:31:00.000+08:002006-09-10T21:47:24.410+08:00I am so UNHAPPY. I went to a threading salon to get rid of the stray eyebrow hairs and also maybe shape it a bit. I think the lady misunderstood me and she THINNED MY EYEBROWS! Ok it's not like my resembles two arcs, but they're just not as thick as before. Except for when I was 12 and went trigger happy with the tweezer, for the longest time I have lived with thick eyebrows I affectionately Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1157477201936608102006-09-06T01:25:00.000+08:002006-09-06T11:34:48.226+08:00Today is a very, very important day because of 3 reasons.1) Lydia turns a year older today. Happy Birthday Boar! This unsmiling blonde chibai peh minah with the tattoo on the leg from Braddell will always remember when we first met, you bloody brown haired Bartly minah in a tight-tight skirt. Please don't mutate into a trendywanker hor.2) The Paki also turns a year older today.3) And so do we! Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1156951376314204862006-08-30T23:09:00.000+08:002006-08-30T23:25:10.023+08:00I have been leading a sedentary lifestyle for a year, or at least since hockey tournament ended last year. I have done absolutely zero exercise except for that one time I went swimming and then I pulled a muscle in my shoulder. I wanted to start jogging when term started but it's the hungry ghosts festival and I have an irrational fear of ghosts, spirits and the likes. I do not want any "thing" Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1156772846080537712006-08-28T21:46:00.000+08:002006-08-28T22:08:15.326+08:00I thought that I would be able to take some photos while on the road to document the journey to Kota Tinggi but I underestimated Malaysia's roads, especially since I am so used to Singapore's spacious roads and the dividers that provides some semblance of comfort. I took one miserable photo when we were about to reach the waterfalls, only because there were no other vehicles and by then we were Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1156415120828119562006-08-24T17:51:00.000+08:002006-08-24T18:25:21.600+08:00Down with flu for two days. Is it my room or something, because it wasn't so bad in school. I must get well today because tomorrow I have to1) think about deep, meaningful stuff2) take readings (and coffee!) from Maya 3) hand up an assignment4) collect my spanking new laptopand there's the Kota Tinggi roadtrip with them boys and their girls on Saturday. The Paki reminded be not to pack the wrong Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1156176653180930562006-08-21T23:48:00.000+08:002006-08-22T00:10:53.866+08:00CCB.I did not get my first choice of tutorial slot for one module, but that's still not as bad as not getting a slot AT ALL for another module. I have to ballot AGAIN tomorrow and chances are I will either get a rubbish timeslot, like 6pm on Fridays or I'll have to come back to school for just one hour on Mondays. Add that frustration to the fact that the canteen, with the lovely $2 fried fish Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1155808072164674112006-08-17T17:05:00.000+08:002006-08-17T17:56:41.250+08:00All the uphill walks and stairs are killing me. It's like I begin and end each lecture with a step aerobics workout. I must find out where the shortcuts are so that I don't have to bloody go hiking all the time. First of week of the semester is almost over and it's been great so far despite walking a lot, bidding for modules headache, running after buses and hunting for lecture theatres and Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1155274697048425962006-08-11T13:38:00.000+08:002006-08-11T14:33:17.553+08:00I love Kenny Rogers, but definitely not the one at City Square. Because it is pirated ok! I was served dried out, flavourless chicken drizzled with an unappealing brown gravy that does nothing to enhance the chicken's appearance or taste. My favourite macaroni and cheese was an insipid pale yellow concoction that was cooked with I don't know, just 2 grams of cheese or something. The store looks Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1155239254333634382006-08-10T13:47:00.000+08:002006-08-11T03:54:22.393+08:00The Brat turns 11 today! A year older, but still the devil's age. She has outgrown the bell-bottom phase and is currently in her rebellious-I-refuse-to-spell-properly phase which is clearly evident on her Friendster page. I can't decide which is more annoying though. In the spirit of pre-teen angst, she has decided that today she doesn't want to spend time with mummy and sister and wants to go Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1155100253198734632006-08-09T13:10:00.000+08:002006-08-09T20:29:48.346+08:00I am 20 already!This picture was taken at the surprise karaoke gathering and that cake is a smashing homemade strawberry cheesecake baked by Kak Maya. Thank you all for the well wishes. My 20th was celebrated in a scaled down affair. There are people I wish were there, there are those I wish would have remembered and there are things that are no longer the same. However I am thankful to those whoNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1154593086595383572006-08-03T15:59:00.000+08:002006-08-03T16:18:07.073+08:00Busy busy busy.Monday was matriculation and getting harassed by various CCA groups to put my contact number down as well as lugging home so many bloody things. Won $5 BK voucher from a lucky dip at the Malay society booth, declined the offer to join.Tuesday was first day of orientation talks. Attended with Maria Apol, came late, ate a lot from the buffet, skipped the post-lunch talks, explored Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1154185585230646742006-07-28T17:06:00.000+08:002006-07-29T23:10:52.376+08:00I feel rotten.Was at Vista Point just now. The pathway outside the shops on the first floor is slanted downwards, I suppose so that when it rains the water will not puddle up. I was walking down the path, carrying my lunch and I saw about 20-30m away from me was a lady with a baby pram looking at soaps displayed outside a shop. As I got closer, to my horror I saw the pram rolling backwards and Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1154022285846565422006-07-28T01:44:00.000+08:002006-07-28T02:09:06.316+08:00I noticed that aunties and Japanese tourists have an affinity for visors. A visor on a helmet makes sense because you are protecting your head and face with it but a visor as an alternative to a cap is just bloody ridiculous. It shields your eyes from the glaring sun but the top of your head is left out in the open, exposed to the dangers of UV rays and birdshit. This is worse for ahpeks who are Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1153842280469495652006-07-25T22:46:00.000+08:002006-07-25T23:47:13.876+08:00There is a spanking new Banquet outlet at Causeway Point which means I don't have to force myself to go to the shitty Vista Point outlet anymore. It's on the same level as the cinema. I can't remember what floor the cinema is though, even though I have been going there on a fairly regular basis for about errr. Shit. I can't remember how many years has it been since I left good old centralized YioNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1153499237287727092006-07-22T00:27:00.000+08:002006-07-22T01:13:40.523+08:00Sentosa!Tanjong BeachNice weather to laze around on the beach today, not too hot but sunny enough. Was very enjoyable especially since I haven't stepped foot on the beach for more than half a year already. After we changed we set off to get ice-cream. Drove past Sentosa Cove and got a glimpse of the exclusive residential area. So bloody nice can? The things I would do to own one of those. How Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1153399669060376902006-07-20T20:41:00.000+08:002006-07-20T20:47:49.463+08:00Can someone please tell me the name of a pimple cream that actually works?Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1153214547922643062006-07-18T17:03:00.000+08:002006-07-18T17:22:28.590+08:00So I have received 3 responses for my tuition ad.1) A fella who wants to "get to know a fellow tutor" - He could tell I am a special person based on my picture-less ad alone. Imagine the amount of responses I would get if I did include a mugshot of me.2) Another fella who is looking for someone to tutor Corporate Finance. Obviously I can't do it so if you can, let me know.3) A mother who wants a Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1153074557640770272006-07-16T23:30:00.000+08:002006-07-17T02:39:13.550+08:00When I pay $9.50 to watch a movie, I expect the audio-visual system to be nothing less than perfect because in the event that the movie disappoints, at least I can hear and see everything clearly. Yesterday me, the Paki, Nor and Ghaf caught the 2am POTC screening at Cineleisure and what would have been an enjoyable movie, turned out to be drama and we were in the middle of the storm.While Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1152805324149906602006-07-13T23:37:00.000+08:002006-07-14T00:26:34.730+08:00Today is my mother's birthday!Let's wish her a happy birthday because without her and her 9 months free rental, there wouldn't be me and that would certainly be humanity's loss.Today is also my best buddy since primary school, Hermen's, birthday. Unfortunately the pictures I have of him are unflattering to say the least so to save myself from one of his divaesque bitch fit, he shall remain Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1152725415816579652006-07-12T23:28:00.000+08:002006-07-13T01:31:07.016+08:00Two weeks ago I posted an ad to inform the general public that a brilliant girl (me) is available as a GP/English tutor. After submitting the ad, I noticed another ad that was offering the same service. Except the fella has a p-fucking-Hd and I, lowly undergrad to be, will obviously pale in comparison to him. I am guessing the majority of parents would want him as a tutor instead because he has aNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1152517599220950222006-07-10T15:20:00.000+08:002006-07-10T15:46:41.320+08:00There was a point during this morning final match, when I saw red and had to fight back the urge to pick a fight. Luca Toni's goal was cancelled because the linesman raised the flag for offside so obviously the Italian supporters in the auditorium were sighing and protesting. What happened was this mat, who was sitting near us, turned around and laughed in the direction of the Italian fans, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1152442370839910392006-07-09T18:49:00.000+08:002006-07-09T18:52:51.093+08:00Woodlands Regional Library is screening the Finals, gonna head there later. I hope we are allowed to make noise.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1152113706395605952006-07-05T23:34:00.000+08:002006-07-05T23:35:06.896+08:00It's 5 years more before I turn 25 and a month before my birthday, and already I am going through a pre-quarter life crisis. Not fun at all.(What is fun is the Italian stallions kicking the Germs out. Hitler 0 Mussolini 1.)Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1151846860977237412006-07-02T21:27:00.000+08:002006-07-07T14:41:50.266+08:00I watched a Punk'd style show called Merc'd and it's hosted by Rio Ferdinand, whose victims are his England teammates such as Peter Crouch, Wayne Rooney, Gary Neville and David Beckham. I really don't know what's worse. Rooney's absolute lack of emotions throughout the entire episode, Beckham's whiny little voice, Crouch's face or the England team in general. I think the last option is accurate Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1151513034344625932006-06-29T00:43:00.000+08:002006-06-29T00:50:36.886+08:00I saw Lydia's Tioman diving pictures and I must say, it looks damn fun. I would love to have a go at diving but I have a fear of open waters and wearing a wetsuit in public. I love going to the beach but I never venture any further once the water reaches my neck. I am paranoid about not knowing what's lurking beneath the surface although if the beach in question is one of Sentosa's, what's lodgedNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1151437975828638992006-06-28T03:52:00.000+08:002006-06-28T04:00:31.240+08:00Q: What's more disgusting and creepy than cockroaches? Ans: flying cockroachesSo I was at a coffeeshop just now with the Paki to catch the Brazil match and it was like bloody WW2 and the fucking flying cockroaches force is the equivalent of Hitler's Luftwaffe. There were at least 3 of the fighter roaches, each flying around in different directions and very near the patrons of the coffeeshop, as Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1151339962090810562006-06-27T00:39:00.000+08:002006-06-27T00:39:23.083+08:00Me = Not happy, at all.What's the fucking point of paying to watch the World Cup in the comfort of my living room when I hardly get the chance to watch it? Might as well save money and cancel the damn subscription and I'll go catch the matches at some bloody coffeeshop instead. So fucking pissed off.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1151083297346942612006-06-24T01:21:00.000+08:002006-06-24T01:21:37.463+08:00I am hungry, there's nothing that I want to eat in the kitchen and I don't want to eat McDonald's. I want one of these.1) mee soto - KTM: With a generous scoop of their kickass chilli padi and what's even better is that it will only burn $2 in your pocket2) kambing soup -KTM: The soup is thick and flavourful, not the bland crappy drainwater kind that you get at certain places. The bowl is also Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1150829723937329172006-06-21T02:55:00.000+08:002006-06-21T03:19:10.836+08:00Even though the Paki called me a bloody ox, bribed me with bandung, made fun of the tear in my jeans and laughed at my vertically-challenged self, today was great. Lately due to commitments and time constraints, I only get to spend time with the Paki for an hour or two only so long hours together like today, are definitely precious. Also, I think there must be times when the Paki thinks that I Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1150706636921706542006-06-19T16:43:00.000+08:002006-06-19T16:43:57.276+08:00I am hungry, I wish I can eat normally without having to avoid spicy food and dairy products.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1150559076376304642006-06-17T23:29:00.000+08:002006-06-17T23:44:36.833+08:00Considering that I- puked the shit out of my guts every two hours from 2am Friday till about 2pm- went to the doctor Friday morning, nearly fainted and vomitted bile on the way there- found out I am down with stomach flu- drifted in and out of sleep the entire Friday because due to fever and bodyaches- had to endure abdominal pain- for the most part, could only take sips of water and therefore Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1150389469802522772006-06-16T00:22:00.000+08:002006-06-16T01:12:47.990+08:00The Paki had his wisdom tooth removed and he is in pain ever since the extraction. I am terrified, not by his swollen left cheek, but because my wisdom teeth are not out yet. I read up on it and according to a website I visited, the wisdom tooth is the third molar. I checked my teeth and I only have two molars! Bloody hell! This means that those fuckers are going to erupt soon! I hate toothaches Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1150274848408492462006-06-14T16:19:00.000+08:002006-06-14T17:24:22.720+08:00I sleep way past 4am these days,like today I only went to bed at 7am. There is a need to say a prayer of thanks for the creation of eye-cream. I got a Fair & Lovely one from Mustafa Center. Ok I have something to say. Fair & Lovely products, to my knowledge, is made in India and yet a significant portion of the people are none the fairer. So technically I wasted my money buying the eye-cream Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1149880386412621552006-06-10T03:13:00.000+08:002006-06-10T04:06:56.576+08:00I am bloody happy to be unemployed this month of June because the 2006 World Cup is here, which means I can stay up late all I want and what a great opening match that was. Damn those Germs are firing well but I hope they run out of steam soon. Don't fancy them except for their nice white jersey and Ballack. There's one player from the Germs team, I know his name but I am too lazy to double checkNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1149746845053349472006-06-08T14:07:00.001+08:002006-06-08T14:21:12.136+08:00By the way I am supposed to tag 3 person to do the quiz below but as you can see, I got tired of doing the quiz while I was halfway through. So yes, Ah Yan and Jelly you may do it if it pleases you. And the 3rd person can be anyone la I am seriously too hungry to think right now.I saw this while looking at my MSN main window.The Brat has had a lapse in judgement for music as from the screenshot Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1149668974256927542006-06-07T15:13:00.000+08:002006-06-07T16:32:23.250+08:003 schools I went to:1) Hong Dao Primary School - Happier, easier times.2) Braddell Secondary School/Braddell-Westlake Secondary School - The formative 4 years I spent there were the most eventful, enough to warrant an entry of its own. This school also saw me as the student from hell when I was in sec 2 haha!3) Pioneer Junior College - the only college that allows female students to wear pants asNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1149508740460452282006-06-05T19:58:00.000+08:002006-06-05T19:59:00.800+08:00I am having such a bad migraine right now, the vomit-inducing kind that's bad enough to make me go beserk should anyone do/say something wrong to/near me. Usually one fat Synflex pill will solve this crisis but lately it does not seem to be doing its job. I don't want to go to the doctor because I am damn sure he is going to ask me to go for an MRI scan. I hate medical scans and tests because it Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1149134917362070592006-06-01T12:08:00.000+08:002006-06-01T12:21:19.016+08:00Back in business.I wanted to get a new blogskin to commemorate the re-opening of shop here but my search at www.blogskins.com have shown me that it's best I learn how to use Photoshop and the likes of it and come up with my own graphic for my own skin. Because at the said website, most of the nice skins are marred by things like:1) colour: the nice ones are usually pink and I am allergic to pink.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1147879986826314002006-05-17T23:31:00.000+08:002006-05-17T23:34:15.903+08:00 AWAYNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1146060186534265322006-04-26T22:03:00.000+08:002006-04-26T23:01:29.290+08:00Backtrack for a bit.I have not done a lot of things for a long time.- worn a uniform (unlikely to wear one ever again)- write a Literature essay (like, bloody hell no way)- rumbled in the jungle (location,location,location)- pay Palawan Beach a visit (too rainy and too fatty)- clubbed (too sleepy by 12mn)- gone on a holiday (no money, ain't a goldigga yo!)- dyed my hair (red streaks are going, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1146013714552330852006-04-26T08:51:00.000+08:002006-04-26T09:08:34.646+08:00Where are you, gentle MSN folks? Come forth fellow skivers, and leave me not alone in this lonely virtual land! Companionship is what I need in this hour of void. What is the reason for your absence, is it because my travail begins at the break of dawn, at least two hours before yours commences, my noble office folks? (Side note: But I get to go home when you go for your lunch HURHURHUR) My next Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1145460280990694472006-04-19T22:56:00.000+08:002006-04-19T23:24:41.086+08:00The vice-principal walked past my class when I was impersonating him, nasal voice and all. Sometimes I forget that I am not a student anymore. But I hope to be one again after June. Can't bloody wait.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1144943097631913272006-04-13T23:19:00.000+08:002006-04-13T23:48:23.816+08:00I have a pretty good theory as to why Bucky Corvington is still in American Idol, despite repeated substandard performances and ackward dance moves.See, Bucky is from the Southern state of North Carolina. He loves country music and is a redneck, or at least he looks and sounds like one. The actual meaning of the term "redneck" varies but for his case let's use the deragatory and generally Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1144338087478475252006-04-06T23:31:00.000+08:002006-04-06T23:41:27.570+08:00You know when you desperately have to piss so you run into the public toilet, slam the cubicle door shut and sit on the throne. When you look around you see boogers (nose shit/taik hidung) plastering the surrounding partitions, the sight of which causes you to hit the pissing emergency brake and makes you lose the will to pee.Yeah I hate that too.A lot of people are hogging the ATMs to do Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1143990878662509142006-04-02T22:41:00.000+08:002006-04-02T23:14:38.776+08:00People with dandruff should die.Especially when their nasty little flakes are landing on places where it shouldn't, like on the person who is sitting behind. The fella who was sitting in front of me in the bus has a bustling city of dandruff on his head and each time he move his head, it begins to snow. See, flakes should be associated with pretty things like snowflakes and good-for-the-tummy Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1143730297772809702006-03-30T22:47:00.000+08:002006-03-30T22:51:37.776+08:00I was crossing the road at Bugis that day and suddenly I heard a very loud "MISS FahaNAHHHHHHH!"I froze, looked around, saw the source of noise and waved. Glad none of my idiot friends were around to witness that embarassing moment, if they were there they will never let it go. Glad I wasn't eating the Paki's face. Glad I wasn't holding a fag. Glad I was, ahem, properly attired.Yesterday belated Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1143729476515746182006-03-28T22:37:00.000+08:002006-03-30T22:46:48.983+08:00Happy Birthday XY!XYZ Welcome to the 20th, the transition period where you will soon leave behind teenhood and rush headlong into adulthood! I will see you soon, LXY/mad blogger/Maxim girl/China Lian/mismatched shit/beanstalk climber/Ah Yan/Lek/dizygotic other half of mine. :)(Since I hardly blog nowadays, this annoying picture of you will be smiling at EVERYONE who visits my blog.)Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1143217275918464082006-03-24T23:21:00.000+08:002006-03-25T00:21:16.013+08:00Ok I am very free now, because it's Friday and I didn't bring back any books to mark. So I will tell you the 8 Qualities of My Perfect Paramour.He has to be male of course, straight up in every sense of the word. I like girls but ogling them is as far as I will go. 1) Let's begin with the all important physical beauty or more specifically, the Face. Besides being the first thing that I notice, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1143127766202554402006-03-23T22:55:00.000+08:002006-03-23T23:33:55.093+08:00I think I am on my way to becoming an insomiac. Sleepless for the past few days already. This is my third day of sleeplessness and it is not fun at all. At night I toss and turn in bed, unable to go to sleep even though my body is dying for a good rest. I look at the time and I think: "Fuck! I have less than two more hours before I have to get ready for work and I am nowhere near falling asleep!"Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1142822471475682802006-03-20T10:37:00.000+08:002006-03-20T10:48:59.110+08:00Eh I want to blog la but I realize I don't have enough time left. I have a class at 11 and 20 minutes is not enough time for me to tell you about my perfect lover.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1142528826829043822006-03-17T01:07:00.000+08:002006-03-17T01:28:33.703+08:00I come home and I am assaulted visually, mentally and psychologically by the sight of this.My laptop suffers from constant usage and as a result, a lot of the alphabets on the keyboard are missing. I'm used to typing without looking at the keyboard but my mother is tired of playing guessing games, so she decided to paste the disgusting pink sticker thingys. I hate pink and this is one of those Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1142305668575009802006-03-14T10:44:00.000+08:002006-03-14T11:08:36.643+08:00I've been asked by my HOD to decorate my homeroom. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I don't have a single creative bone in my body, I am not good with decorations and artwork. Case in point, I took about 45 minutes to pin up some coloured paper on the board when it should have taken about 15 mins max. Creativity is unrestrained but I am anal retentive and a neatness Nazi. I need to see order Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1141741982847747322006-03-07T22:13:00.000+08:002006-03-07T22:33:02.943+08:00Why are application forms so damn troublesome? Someday when I am rich enough, I will employ a form filler to do the dirty job. Then there are questions like Do you have any special talents or skills that you wish to share with us?Yes I do. I am a rather talented burper. I can burp damn loud and long, and when I am in the mood I can either burp out your name, part of the alphabets or the MRT Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1141571796579944492006-03-06T00:01:00.000+08:002006-03-05T23:49:34.493+08:006 6 6, number of the beast.I have never publically acknowledged this particular private side of my life partly because past experiences have shown me that what is private should remain that way and partly because I am a kind soul who do not wish to irritate the eyes of certain people who visit my glorious webspace. You know, people from the past who drops by and on cue upon seeing my entries/Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1141392843178607782006-03-03T20:09:00.000+08:002006-03-03T21:38:55.023+08:00Last year, a week or two after getting back my prelims examination results, I was sitting in the lecture theatre listening to the principal and a few teachers talking about the A levels and the alternatives to it. I got a lousy O grade (which is the grade before a fail) for all my three subjects for the prelims and I was there in the damn lecture theatre because I was asked if I wanted to step Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1141139950885276902006-02-28T23:03:00.000+08:002006-02-28T23:19:10.980+08:00If the last few months was me living in denial and blissful oblivion, tonight I am scared shitless.What makes tomorrow an even more daunting day is that I will be seeing all my Normal Academic classes (i.e. the naughty kids). So they better not be up to no good or there will be bloodshed.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1140620114677262412006-02-22T22:20:00.000+08:002006-02-22T23:24:19.193+08:00For a lack of better things to do, I would like to tell everyone who reads this blog that I really cannot stand Josh Groban and that I will proceed to kick you where it hurts most if you so much as hum the tune of that you-raise-me-up song of his when you are within my earshot.I hear that bloody song of his on a regular basis in the staff room because one of the teachers seems to like it a lot. Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1140328967251876812006-02-19T14:02:00.000+08:002006-02-19T14:48:15.323+08:00Man I am so tired. I happened to wake up early today and I thought I'd spend some quiet time alone reading the papers and eating breakfast but my mother decided to appoint me assistant chef for the day. Stuffing and frying fish and frying noodles thus took over the aforementioned leisure activities.All I've been doing after work for the past week was sleep, sleep and sleep even more. So bloody Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1140144469131996262006-02-17T10:37:00.000+08:002006-02-17T10:50:11.236+08:00I am using the school's laptop and the Internet filter is rubbish. I was looking for pictures of the Holocaust that happened in WW2 (for the clueless, it was when Adolf Hitler massacred a lot of Jews) and when I searched for it, this came up.ForbiddenYou were denied access because:Access denied by SmartFilter content category. The requested URL belongs to the following categories: Violence, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1139318393350350392006-02-07T20:12:00.000+08:002006-02-07T21:23:57.716+08:00What is the similarity between the Europeans involved in the uproar about the cartoon depicting Prophet Muhammad and Chelsea's Arjen Robben?They are all missing the point.Last September Denmark's largest broadsheet, Jyllands Posten, published 12 caricatures of Islam's Prophet Muhammad, one of it depicted the Prophet wearing a bomb-shaped turban. Of course this sparked off an uproar in the IslamicNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1139144050905740312006-02-05T20:44:00.000+08:002006-02-05T20:54:10.923+08:00Yesterday I had to deal with a big bitch of migraine and all the add ons that comes with it like puking my guts out and being partially sight-impaired. Very sorry to Anna (thank you for the gifts!), Shazila and EJ if I wasn't at my usual charming, noisy self hehehe. Very horrible la, the migraine. I had to sit in a corner and clutch my temples, wishing for a way to snip off the nuisance Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1138947144278157512006-02-03T14:31:00.000+08:002006-02-03T14:12:24.456+08:00A teacher came into my class to make an announcement about the Parents' Support Group. From what she said, apparently:- some of the students are invited to the PSG party, but they have to pay $10. + any financial help is welcomed but $10 is the minumum amount + $250 is the maximum amount accepted but you can give more.- those students whose parents are asked to join are given a choice, eitherNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1138469067281109362006-01-29T01:24:00.000+08:002006-01-29T01:52:12.063+08:00Take a look at my spanking neat and tidy desk! There is no clutter there except for my personal belongings and the dinosaur of a laptop that the school let me use.This, however, was taken after I finished marking and cleared 240+ History workbooks, half of which contained holiday homework that was either substandard or incomplete. What a waste of red ink, but nevermind the pen I use to mark with Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1138291736258040622006-01-26T23:46:00.000+08:002006-01-27T00:10:44.883+08:00As requested, a non-exhaustive list of things that I can never get enough of.witmusictriviahumourboxersmy bedgreen teacertaintyblack pensgood readsorderlinesshot showersbirkenstocksnice clothesChanel Allurebrushing teethface moisturizermessed up bedsheetsthat heady scent of hisstomach-rumbling laughtermilk chocolate digestives from m&sNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1138119611212494152006-01-25T00:07:00.000+08:002006-01-25T00:20:11.296+08:00I was walking back to the staff room and I had a rude shock when I looked at my reflection. The bloody humid weather is causing havoc to my tresses. Instead of tangle-free and manageable hair, I have a mop on my head. My hair is all puffed up and it doesn't fall nicely into place like how it is supposed to be. Generally Singapore weather is humid but I think it's more so at where I am working, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1138080180470820992006-01-24T13:05:00.000+08:002006-01-24T13:23:00.566+08:00i.am.so.un.hap.py.Because I can't get to watch the BSB concert.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1137904650486285592006-01-22T12:37:00.000+08:002006-01-22T13:18:14.470+08:00Those who have read the book told me that the big screen version of Memoirs of A Geisha doesn't do justice to the text. I've read the book myself but it was years back and I don't remember every single scene. So I say ignorance is bliss and with that lack of prior assumptions of how the movie should live up to the printed version, I went to watch it and it was pretty ok. Michelle Yeoh is very Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1137509004219493242006-01-17T22:25:00.000+08:002006-01-22T00:23:47.336+08:00At 19, living under my mother's roof and not yet a full fledged member of the workforce, I am entitled to ask for monetary handouts from my mother and should by default make full use of the privileges bestowed upon me at birth, such as not doing my own laundry and not earning my own keep until adulthood beckons. However I am by default, uncomfortable with dependency despite the fact that I still Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1137322078156005552006-01-15T18:34:00.000+08:002006-01-15T18:47:58.253+08:00Part of the weekend was spent taking over my mother's domestic duties of doing the laundry, putting food on the table, washing the dishes and cleaning the house since she left on Friday evening with her other half for their honeymoon weekend in Bali. While the both of them are frolicking in the sun, I am in rainy Singapore doing housework and unable to have a night out because the Brat needs Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1137066413359616922006-01-12T19:35:00.000+08:002006-01-12T19:50:29.663+08:00On my way to work this morning a middle aged Malay fella boarded the bus I was on, halfway through the journey to the extreme north of Singapore. He sat in the seat behind me and I felt like chokeslamming him. He smelled like he marinated himself overnight with minyak atar. For the clueless, minyak atar is I suppose roughly translated as fragrance oil. It is alcohol-free and usually favoured by Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1136900117029254142006-01-10T21:35:00.000+08:002006-01-10T22:18:09.036+08:00I think it's good if you're born on a public holiday or any other significant day because it means that the chances of people forgetting your birthday is very slim. Like Nadia, for example. Her birthday falls on the 1st of January and I have no choice but to remember, even when I'm out and about the night before. Not that I was having a ball of a time last NYE. I was in fact working like a dog Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1136820808506577842006-01-09T23:14:00.000+08:002006-01-09T23:40:42.746+08:00Eve of Hari Raya Haji and I my eyes feels dry and sore after slaving over a blasted Excel spreadsheet for the past two to three hours. If I keep this up I will be crosseyed. This is absolutely time consuming and energy sapping. Today I had my first proper lesson. I had 4 classes and I lost my temper in each class. Raising voice, appetizer. Losing temper, main course. Dessert, cold and calculated Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1136699169591358132006-01-08T13:19:00.000+08:002006-01-08T14:03:07.450+08:00In primary one, my class was given an assignment. Each of us had to stand up and tell the class what we want to be when we grew up. Some of my classmates said they wanted to be teachers and I rolled my eyes as discreetly as possible. No way in hell was I going to be one.And then shit happened. Drastic situation (severe cash shortage) calls for desperate measures (applying for relief teaching) andNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1136216821679776062006-01-02T23:43:00.000+08:002006-01-02T23:47:56.560+08:00I want to talk about NYE and how it sucked so bad, being ordered around like a dog. I want to talk about the first day of new year, Nadia's birthday and barbequeing in the rain. But all that will have to wait, got to be up early tomorrow so I have to get some sleep now.Because tomorrow it'll be good morning class, my name is Miss Farhanah.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1136003786145898662005-12-31T12:36:00.000+08:002005-12-31T14:00:47.506+08:00So much to say about 2005, it's been a eventful year so here's a brief recap.1) Most Heartbreaking I am not looking my best, but that's because it's the day Jelly got deported back to America and I naturally, was crying my eyes out. Wailing too, but can you blame me. For the longest time, I deluded myself by thinking that she's on holiday and will be back soon. How soon, I do not know. I'm still Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1135749977290384112005-12-28T13:53:00.000+08:002005-12-28T14:06:17.313+08:00Random thoughts.1) I miss these people a whole lot.- The STDs and the boys - The Misfits and the baby - The girls and their partners - The MSN folks 2) Blogging brings me no joy anymore.3) I want to go on a holiday.4) But first I need a job.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1135333089935553962005-12-23T18:18:00.000+08:002005-12-23T18:35:12.606+08:00It is a sad day today, for the family pet has left us for good. Tweety is now in a faraway place, along with Lily, Mickey and Mikey. Yesterday the birdie was fine, as usual it was making a din in the living room while attempting to escape from its cage. The birdie managed to get out on its own a few time but it doesn't bother flying out of the window, instead it will sneak up on the Brat and Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1135313527722136852005-12-23T12:52:00.000+08:002005-12-23T13:01:31.086+08:00Somewhere in the big old USA, is an achi who is craving for laksa, bandung and beef noodles.J to the El Y, JellyHappy Birthday Jelly! USA is like, how slow la. It's already the 23rd here but it's still the 22nd there, and I'm sorry I called about 5 hours too early. Eat a birthday cake on my behalf ok. I miss you and love you a lot, as always. Until we meet again.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1135267983251085952005-12-22T00:13:00.000+08:002005-12-23T00:38:23.966+08:00Exhibit A, willingly submitted himself to be the guinea pig for my domestic experiment.I cooked today! veggies + stir fried beef + fishy fishy. The fish looks scary from this angle though, but that's not important.*thunderous applause and a standing ovation*He said it's nice ok, and yes there is a slight chance that he is biased/afraid of incurring my wrath/wanted to fabricate the truth/whatever)Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1135062672127918122005-12-18T15:11:00.000+08:002005-12-20T15:34:30.873+08:00Charbroiled Angus beef patty, sliced portobello mushroom sauteed in garlic and parsley, swiss cheese, red onions, lettuce and tomatoes on a sesame seed bun = Carl Jr's Portobello Mushroom burger and after eating that, Mushroom Swiss from BK seems inferior. However one meal at Carl Jr's can burn a burger size hole in your wallet, costing at least $10. Worth it though, the burgers are as big as Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1134660049367110172005-12-15T23:20:00.000+08:002005-12-15T23:45:48.856+08:00There seems to be a lot of births this December and one of it is the birth of baby Ilhan. Yes, named after the Turkish sexpot because my godmother fancies the fella. He is like so cute and so hip hop. When he cries, he does the westside handsigns like the rappers and he likes his beanie a lot too.Ilhan and his mommy are staying at my place for the duration of mommy's confinement so the Brat and INanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1134409390019570652005-12-13T00:31:00.000+08:002005-12-13T01:57:32.223+08:00I never asked for independence, but it was shoved down my throat instead. I suppose it's part of some grand masterplan, that this is a form of character building that will prove to be beneficial in times to come. I still want to be fussed over and looked after, a little bit more than what I am getting, but it is expected of me to stand up on my own and fend for myself. The ante has been upped andNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1133971875711583402005-12-08T00:11:00.000+08:002005-12-10T02:31:21.206+08:00Finally, Prom pics are up and this is the promised entry. As expected the food was rubbish, they served sayur lodeh as one of the course bloody hell. Like wtf, sayur lodeh? On its own? I hate prawns because eating them will give me trout lips and everytime I go to a hotel function they serve prawns. As expected, the paid entertainment was so-so, the teachers performances were so much better. Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1133970845732856022005-12-07T23:54:00.000+08:002005-12-07T23:58:24.093+08:00Prom Night 2005Coming soon.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1133767748647820852005-12-05T15:18:00.000+08:002005-12-05T15:29:08.660+08:00I am about to burst with happiness, not because of prom (more of that later), but becauseBACKSTREET BOYS ARE PERFORMING HERE IN JANUARY 2006!!!24th Jan at the Indoor Stadium, balls. I can't bloody wait. I'm so excited that I am going to put aside any thoughts of the freaking zit that has appeared overnight on my forehead. I think with some concealer and clever camera angling, I can take decent Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1133632121074377302005-12-04T01:25:00.000+08:002005-12-04T01:48:41.146+08:00Attended a farewell dinner on Friday night. I said goodbye to Braddell-Westlake Secondary School. The food was alright but meeting up with old friends and saying hello to former teachers was the best part. The VP, discipline master and mistress remembers me and I am not surprised considering my colourful record in school, especially the Shoe Issue. I got into trouble quite a bit because of my Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132993904750272542005-11-26T16:06:00.000+08:002005-11-26T16:32:34.496+08:00I am finally free from the shackles of the A levels. Freedom, liberty and jubilation! I woke up at 2pm just now and I didn't have to worry about not being able to complete the revision for today. I didn't have to rush to get ready and head out to get work done. In fact right now I am still in bed and I just had breakfast and man, this feels great. Post-exams celebration yesterday didn't go to Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132728954441147982005-11-23T14:13:00.000+08:002005-11-23T14:55:54.533+08:00OMG The Brat has an exquisite beauty as a friend. Her limbs are slender and her skin is the colour of caramel, and she has silky straight hair that looks like it is made of spun gold intertwined with brown, that shimmers in the light.In simpler terms, she is a pretty girl who is skinny, tanned and has nice shiny brownish hair. Sensationalism gets you the attention and thus the readership count, Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132596963028831002005-11-22T01:26:00.000+08:002005-11-22T02:16:03.110+08:00When I attend solemnization ceremonies, I always look out for the hantaran (wedding gifts from the groom/bride) on the fancy trays with their even fancier, bordering on tacky (some of which are across the border) tray linings or whatever the hell you call them. Common items spotted are:1) prayer mat and robes, and the Quran2) shoes3) little houses or treasure chests made of chocolates, usually Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132337661845416122005-11-19T02:08:00.000+08:002005-11-19T02:16:02.830+08:00Eh, Roy Keane has left Man U. Bye bye captain.:(Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132286651012961862005-11-18T11:50:00.000+08:002005-11-18T12:41:44.386+08:00A couple of promised sums will not be coming in anytime soon and the fast depleting current reserves means that I am running into a deficit very soon. My finances are in shambles right now and ruining everything. FUCK LA. Is this a sneak preview into what living on charity handouts feels like? Like I bloody need a preview. Now I have to bloody get dressed and go to school for the first LiteratureNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132198185139084102005-11-17T10:02:00.000+08:002005-11-17T11:29:45.220+08:00I got up today with minimal fuss and without having to extend the alarm. It is early and I am a willing early bird.BECAUSE I'M GOING TO WATCH HARRY POTTER!Anything to take my mind off the bleak, black void that is my future. At this point of time, I have lost my sense of humour and whatever little patience that I have for humanity has evaporated. In other words, I am pissy and sulky and my sisterNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1132057487223939002005-11-15T20:13:00.000+08:002005-11-15T20:27:19.540+08:00That's it, my life is over because of today's Economics essay paper. I am on a fast forward lane towards baju butterfly, Mendaki handouts and eating rice with soya sauce. I am finished. Finished, finished, finished. I have half a mind to not sit for the rest of the papers but I love my money and a sizeable amount went towards the exam fees. Not to mention all the books, notes and stationery as Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1131509314730114162005-11-09T11:52:00.000+08:002005-11-09T12:08:34.793+08:00The hardest thing about studying Russian history is not going through the stack of notes and readings. Neither is it evaluating the numerous incidents that happened during that period of time.The hardest task is remembering the names of the various Russian historical figures and ensuring that their role does not get mixed up. Russians have a thing for peppering their names with Z's and V's and isNanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1131265876938868442005-11-06T14:01:00.000+08:002005-11-06T17:36:17.233+08:00I don't know how I allowed myself to be dragged by the Paki Maid to watch Doom. I hate sci-fi movies and aliens and planets bores me to tears. Doom however wasn't as sci-fi as I expected it to be and on some subterranean level, I'm alright with it. Just to spoil it for those who have not watched it but intend to do so, the Rock dies in the end. The superhuman alien creature attacked and infected Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691583.post-1130937347380411702005-11-02T20:52:00.000+08:002005-11-02T21:20:31.970+08:00The food laid on the table and the house spick and span, awaiting the evening prayers to fill up every corner of the house to mark the end of the fasting month. Joy creeps in around the edges of my being but only slight, traces of some semblance of happiness. In silence I offer a couple of prayers. Saturday's incident left me worried sick about my Terrorist, today's news brought tears to my eyes.Nanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05482415134691928608noreply@blogger.com