i am woman, hear me gripe.

i am now sitting in macdonalds situated in a very ulu-ated part of bukit batok, after my accounting project.

i am very very tired.
my eyes hurt terribly.
i am stretched.
i have so many things to do but somehow not enough time.
recess week? like real.
i need to sleep badly.
i haven't even started studying for my finals.

to all those whom im supposed to/yet to/couldn't meet up with this term break, im very very sorry. i'll meet up with you guys in december aights?

the good thing? i finally finished my business law assignment after spending almost one day doing it.

the other good thing? i managed to write a poem during FM seminar last friday, but im posting it ONLY now. explains the above doesn't it? (and a whole lot of other thigs as well haha) anyway here it is, inspired by the dear michael scofield (wentworth miller!) of prison break and the cuff intials on my FM prof's shirt.

insigniation

inscribed on my skin
all that you are and all
that i am to you.

liquid red the incessant

buzzing, stinging

yet, so satisfying

a work of art accomplished.

your insignia
within me, on me
and now is me.

rah rah!

plans to have lunch at newyork newyork was shelved in favour of manhattan at plaza singapura today. finally caught up with dre the army boy after months of pangseh-ing and nad, zar and loi. nothing much has changed, i can tell you that HAHAHAHA! had a happy and fulfilling lunch over a huge manhattan fried platter and tons of much-missed stories, rantings and gossip :) here's to the great company and food that was pretty much worth every cent!

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oh! and im done with the first half of my accounting report! yays to me! :)

he's definitely sexy!

listening to : sexyback - justin timberlake feat timbaland

this song, together with 'future sex, love sounds' are the only two i have been listening to for the past two days - straight. it's permanently on repeat mode on my mp3 and it makes me wanna do weird things. those who know me will know how i ABSOLUTELY CANNOT sit still if a song i like/a song with a really good beat comes on. my shoulders start shaking, i start 'dancing' to my own rhythm and my fingers start tapping everything just so the beat can come out. which essentially means i end up embarassing everyone else! haha so yesterday when i was on my way home at 10 in the night, i had this sudden urge to dance around the poles and do really weird and kinky stuff on the train. justin timberlake - it's all your doing. LOL. actually don't be too surprised reading this. the already nutty person that i am is actually a rather mild and reserved version. so imagine. okay, or don't haha.

stripes and polka dots

today was pretty much a rather good day, until it started raining. my plan to enjoy a nice, leisurely , UN-CROWDED bus ride home was rudely disrupted with constant jostling and squeezing at the bus stop. 5 (5, people!) 179s crawled past the bus stop and after waiting for 1/2 an hour, i decided to pile all of myself (killer bag) included onto the 'least' crowded bus that came. suffice to say, killer bag and crowded situations don't go together. i think killer bag hit the poor girl behind me on the face. so to the girl behind me, in the faint hope that somehow you can receive my apology, im sorry!

spent much of my morning reading 'the buddha, geoff and me' and it left me reeling - from how perceptive and real the author's narration was.

"I doubt whether a doctor can answer this question in general terms. For the meaning of lfe differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment. To put the question in genral terms would be comparable to the question posed to a chess champion : "Tell me Master, what is the best move in the world?" There is simply no such thing as the best or even a good move apart from a particular situation in a game and the particular personality of one's opponent. The same holds for human existence. One should not search for an abstract meaning to life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment which demands fulfilment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone's task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it.

As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for hijm to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of life is, but rather he must recognise that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life..."

if plagiarism didn't exist, i would photocopy the entire book and quote it every single day.

im tired of constantly pushing myself to live up to your expectations. no matter how hard i try or how much i do, somehow it's just never ever enough. and i feel so un-appreciated sometimes, that it hurts. no amount of sacrifice is justifiable i guess -so i just keep quiet and go about doing what im supposed to. yet lately, everything seems to be wrong. im not perfect, and i don't purport to be. i wanna cry but im not going to .

happy birthday nas! :))

yesterday was naseem's surprise birthday party! haha it was such an adrenalin rush - the whole planning and executing part, that is. met up with liz, marissa, hanis, nat, zealyn and jael at nas's house, all the while praying that the swensen's ice cream cake wouldn't melt! LOL.

but it was all worth it :))

all hail mr kop-azz, the new man in my life. or soon to be anyway :)

apparently, my already illegible handwriting has degenerated into plain squiggles that have to be deciphered. the guy at the students' union interview that i went for called out my name as 'aaron richard' - and this was after squinting at it for awhile. he apologised after i corrected him although i've got to say hearing the weird combination was rather funny lol :)

mr lambmini von kopazz (pronounced mr lambmini von KOP-ASS) isn't coming home with me tomorrow as expected. 'he's' my laptop by the way.i can't bring myself to refer to 'him' as an 'it' or as 'my laptop', thus the name! actually i was leaning towards naming 'him' "_________ Dickinson" but i came to the conclusion that his pet name is rather vulgar, even by my standards haha :))) and for that the weekend is probably ruined already (even if it isn't, accounting tutorial probably will)

financial management tutorial was a bore, as usual. the only thing remotely interesting was that swedish boy wore a red hooded sweater, that totally complemented his red cheeks. so throughout fm, i was trying to come up with a name for him and this is it - red riding hood. damn original man. im losing my touch at creating nicknames! help! haha.

the walk past happened today. almost slipped and fell on the slippery floor.

i love all of you for making me love who i am.