so yesterday night i read my lta notes until i became damn angst because the bebe case was really getting on my nerves. and i didnt have dinner so an empty stomach + bebe = a very very cranky me. somemore it was raining the wholeeee day so it was damn freaking cold. at about 11+, i finally decided to go home. headed to my car, turned the key, but instead of the usual whirring of the engine and blaring of the radio, my car gave feeble spluttering sounds!!! then the headlights flashed weakly a few times and then the entire thing died!! tried again and again and the same thing just kept happening. wth. so in the end i had to call the bmw emergency service. sat at the steps and waited 45 min before the technician came. apparently my battery was dead. so he jumpstarted my car, changed battery, then reset all the settings and steering and stuff. it was about 130am before i went home. =[[[[
today, i read director's duties until i wanted to fling my company law notes across the room. it was damn looooong and painful and super super sian. but at least i had dinner today, although it was macs ordered in. quite sad but still. good enough. i finished reading my notes and then decided not to start on members remedies if not confirm go home at only 4am or something. so at about 11+, i decided to go home. went to my car, and started it with no problems this time. hooray, right? but after driving for about 50 metres, i realised that there was this DAMN WEIRD rumbling noise! thought my radio was spoilt or sth so i switched it off, and the noise continued. and it was quite a bumpy drive too, which was quite unusual hurhur. and so, i stopped the car and got down to check, and guess what??
MY TYRE WAS FLAT.
really damn shiokkkkkkkkkkk.
WHAT ARE THE ODDS.
TWO CONSECUTIVE DAYS OF CAR TROUBLE.
so i just stood by the side of the li ka shing building looking helpless, with my useless car parked at the side with its useless deflated tyre, until qiyang, jgan and kt came to rescue me. they tried to figure out how to use my car's tyre-changing equipment but it was apparently quite strange. so then i had to call the bmw emergency service. AGAIN. and i had to wait for 45 minutes. AGAIN. and i reached home at 1+am AGAIN.
sheesh.
i wouldnt be surprised if something happened again tmr. hur.
..posted at 1:32 AM
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
i am so sick of studying and highlighting and reading my hundreds of pages of notes. tabbing mok's laptop is a much better use of my time. haha.
yesterday i went to kentridge on a quest for the much coveted cream-yellow pilot spotliter. all refills have run out and the btc coop didnt even have the highlighter itself. so i had to make the long arduous journey to kentridge. i had to park all the way at kent vale because nus discriminates between kr drivers and btc drivers. and then i had to take a bumpy bus ride to the forum where i grabbed 4 highlighters and then went to study in the central library with kaiting, which was packed to the brim and had a serious shortage of powerpoints. but i am happy and contented now because i have 4 cream yellow spotliters. =D
and now i shall stop procrastinating and go back to colouring my LTA notes in cream yellow. SIGH.
sorry for wasting your time. five long months on the telephone line, hours of asking if you were fine, and saying i was fine too. sorry but i've got to go, the birth was quick but the death is slow. there was so much i didn't know, and so much i never knew about you. and so we disconnect, the room grows quiet around us. its called the life effect, will it always surround us? i found myself a decent man now, i love him because i can. the bravest that i've ever been was when i ran away from you.
the day is almost over, its almost time for bed. so now you've finally lost me, rest your weary head.
..posted at 7:01 PM
Friday, November 16, 2007
on 16 Nov 2007, Friday..
at 9.30am, year 2 law students all over Singapore were sitting in front of their computers, waiting in nervous, tense anticipation for the release of the clt exam question.
at 10am, year 2 law students all over Singapore clicked on the ivle folder and downloaded the exam question.
at 10.02am, year 2 law students all over Singapore stared at the question in shock and horror (except those freaking smart aliens) and then hurriedly started flipping through their notes for the civil and islamic legal traditions.
from 12pm-12.25pm, various year 2 law students uploaded their scripts, relieved that they had finished in time.
at 12.26pm-12.29pm, other year 2 law students heaved a great sigh of relief that they had finished in the nick of time, and logged on to ivle to upload their scripts. The folder for uploading displayed its 'open' status in a reassuring green, and the students happily clicked on it.
BUT ALAS! to their HORROR and DISMAY, the folder was misrepresenting itself because the next page says "folder is closed"! and the students stared at all the clocks around them, the one on their phones, the one on their computers, the one in the room, the one outside the room, their watches, and NONE OF THE CLOCKS READ 12.30pm.
the students frantically clicked on the folder again and again, refreshing the page again and again, but all their efforts were in vain. the folder is closed, and remains closed forevermore.
and so, left with no other choice, with their hearts sinking, the students uploaded their scripts into the 'late' folder. they then screamed and got all emo and angsty and raged around and threw their clt notes all over the place then finally they fell into a state of depression, unable to accept the fact that their essays will now be downgraded.
the 16th of Nov 2007 is truly a tragic day.
..posted at 1:33 PM
Thursday, November 15, 2007
around this time, last year, we were going mad from studying for contract.
we attempted a prison break from the confines of the place we stayed in all day, everyday
we had very high (and unrealistic) hopes and aspirations (clearly we didnt manage to achieve it hurhur)
and we were all ready to take on the exam challenge!!! (hurhur)
one year later, we are still having long days and late nights in school. we're still having dabaoed food and unhealthy meals. we're still trying to chope classrooms (although not with the success we had last yr).
and today, is the day before our first yr 2 paper. armed with a satisfied tummy of orh-luak and black carrot cake from ah heng, we shall be ready to conquer them all!!! haha. i just hope i dont keel over in shock when i see the question tmr. hurr.
..posted at 11:14 PM
Sunday, November 11, 2007
please click here to look at the top 3 magazine covers in singapore.
all 3 feature the same HUNKY MODEL of the year!!
..posted at 4:38 PM
Saturday, November 10, 2007
glenda's 20th at cicada.
the girls!
the boys.
isaac ng is very manly.
in case you can't see properly, here's a closer look at the very manly man. hahaha!
..posted at 3:42 PM
Thursday, November 01, 2007
i guess it's true that we all wear masks, putting on a front for the world to see, hiding behind veils. some of us act all friendly, if only to avoid conflict, even though underneath it all, we are fuming and imagining all sorts of horrible things happening to the person. some of us paste a smile on our faces, going about our usual ways in an artificial, overly cheery manner, if only to hide the hurt and pain that we really feel, with pride as the driving force behind it. some of us put up a facade of nonchalance, of cold unfeelingness, if only to protect ourselves from the consequences that follow if we show that we care, afraid of being vulnerable yet again, but in fact we are always keeping an eye out and worrying about things we know we shouldn't and which will not be reciprocated or appreciated. and some of us put on these masks, if only to deceive ourselves that we are just fine and dandy and nothing brings us down. we keep this up for as long as we can, until one day something happens, which you would never expect to tear down the mask, and we're left desperately trying to blink back the tears, and fasten the mask back again before anybody can see the truth behind it. but sometimes, people wear masks not to hide vulnerabilities or to protect themselves. some people put on facades, proclaiming that they care, that they'll stand by you, that they'll always be there for you and such. but after awhile you somehow manage to rip those masks away, and see that they are not amongst those who stand by you or really care about you, and that all they really wanted is to have nothing to do with you. and everything that you ever knew, everything that they ever told you, are simply lies. just like all masks are.
