and it seems that getting a 7-hour sleep yday night did not serve to ease my lethargy.
i’m still feeling uber shag  and .. well, sick.
bloody nose keeps running like nobody’s business.
ROARRRR! *throws mucusy tissue at mel* in case her plane crashes then no more such honour for her already!

anyway yesterday’s training was good!
although jin and frances decided to be lazy and cancel training….. *wags finger at them*
but joyce joined me to train with joel!
feel slightly more accomplished after yday’s training.
despite feeling the teeniest bit out of place, it was fab training yo!

and everyone’s inner (or not so inner in my case) bitch is coming out now.
this sem’s crunch time is the worst of the lot.
we’ve all never ever felt so stressed in our entire life.
i mean like… having 5 assignments due within two weeks is craziness redefined, don’t you think?
all i need is 3 seconds – max – to fall into a deep sleep now.
HURRY UP AND LET THIS SEM BE OVER!

p.s.
sorry for the extremely random post.

i can’t believe i stayed up till 6am doing webd.
think it’s a lesson: don’t go shopping when work is still not done.
but i need a break what, right!
can’t expect me to face creative journal, magazine, radio and pr 24/7.
am so tired.
and the worst thing is… the shopping trip was fucking unfruitful can!
*sighs*
i need to slim down. badly.
am so humongous i can’t fit into most of the nice clothes.
ROARRRRRR

musings of a lost child

she stared grimly at the look of pain growing on his face, satisfaction growing.
once, she had felt sorry, her heart going out to the  him.
but she had since grown up. matured.
what matters most is survival, isn’t it?

looking in the mirror, she understood.
others called her a bitch, and although she desperately wanted to deny it, she couldn’t.
she saw the curving of the mouth of that girl standing in front of her, yet it didn’t reach the eyes.
she thought she saw warmth, but it turned out to be naught but impassiveness in a facade.
she gazed pensively at her reflection, reminiscing the sweetness that was no longer apparent.
where did that once genial and gullible girl go?
she wants her back, but on second thought, decided against it.
that sweetness and naivete has no place in this world.

a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup

coffee prince was fab.
everyone should watch it.
kinda made me feel like falling in love all over again.
:X
the scenes were so sweet and touching, tugging on your heartstrings like nobody’s business.
watching them bicker will bring a smile to your face.
seeing them hug or kiss will make you long for the same thing to happen to you.
witnessing their inner turmoil makes you empathise with them and understand what it’s meant by “real love is unconditional”.
i really dislike such shows – they trigger emotions which have been lying dormant for some time.
makes you long for things you know you won’t be getting.
and yet… it is through such instances when you realise the true extent of the cliche “love makes the world go round”.
but then again, a cliche won’t be a cliche if there wasn’t even the teeniest bit of truth in it, right?

ah well, i’m sleepy after a 4-hour photoshoot with carrie.
off to bed!
can money please drop from the sky?
i need to trim and colour my hair before new year.

tired :(

i can’t wait for this sem to end.
can never get enough sleep.
despite sleeping about 9 hours last night, am still feeling so lethargic i can fall asleep within 1 minutes.
anyway, we got the fucking webd grade back today.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I FAILED IT.
my first time failing something in the entire poly life.
there goes my director’s list aspiration.
*sniffles*
i swear i hate nasha.
how dare he fail me. i don’t think i deserve to fail!
then again, being that petty red-faced asshole whose sarcasm we can never get…. he prolly failed me cuz i never pay attention in his class.
STILL…. MY FAULT MEH!?
he go so fast, i catch no ball. of course don’t listen lah.
okay, that was really broken english.
but WHATEVER. please let me pass creative journal and ezine.
i don’t wanna repeat a module!
urrrggghhh.
fucking asshole.

okay i’m tired.
off to watch coffee prince which has been loaded since tuesday.
RAWR!

from passion to chore

it used to be the highlight of every week.
seeing all the sweat pay off, picking up new skills or brushing up on existing ones.
now, however, brings me back to how i felt in year 1…
that feeling of apprehension that starts as early as a day before.
i hate this – the weight of everyone’s expectations lying on my shoulders; the pressure i feel from my own worries.
and yet, despite this intense dislike… i’m scared.
scared that i won’t be able to live up to everyone’s expectations, or even falling short of my own.
scared that no one will be there to offer their support as peggy and i trudge the distance between absolute failure and surviving.
it feels like these expectations seem to move higher and away just as i get even remotely close.

no one will understand.
they think the position is oh-so-prestigious.
but beyond the glow the position implies, is a truckload of dirty jobs waiting for you.
a huge pile of mess waiting to be tidied up.
self-centred people to be overcome.
does anyone even care about the survival of the club beyond training?

unfair and torturous

TOTALLY SO.

but before i start complaining and bore you guys to death…
today was a good day!
met An in the morning to run an errand with him for his daddy.
that silly boy forgot he told me to meet at raffles place and waited half an hour at city hall.
LOL. =.=
then it was INTERVIEW AT MY HUMBLE HOUSE after that with ethan and his friends.
i’m glad to say that i finally have a job!
save me from having to survive on $18 for the next 8 days.
i know it’s kinda stupid to go back to mhh, since i left there kinda unhappy.
but since everyone has changed… and i’ll be rotating between club chinois at orchard parade hotel and mhh… hopefully it’ll be better.
of course, the cny pay serves as a huge lure too!
better pay for all 15 days, with the highest possibly being $18/hour.
WHO CAN RESIST THAT RIGHT!

okay, now… to rant.
how can it be that we’re having our exams DURING CHINESE NEW YEAR…
with one of them falling on a SATURDAY.
*sniffles*
fucking crazy can.
what the hell is wrong with the school.
16 february, 9am: ComIss Exam
18 february, 9am: PR Exam
*wails and stomps feet*
and to think i wanted to club with cds people on 15 feb.
seems like my hope has just vanished into thin air, with no trace of it left.
i don’t like school even more now.
BAH!
and and i’m supposed to be at pohpeik’s house on 16 feb noon.
ROARRRRR. so troublesome travelling everywhere.
annoying buggers.

carrie just reminded me about all the looming dealines.
and just in case i forget….
1. 17 jan, 2pm: PR Speak Mandarin Campaign assignment
2. 25 jan, 5pm: Webd creative journal
3. 29 jan, 9am: PR planning Health Promotion Board
4. 30 jan, 9am: Radio talkshow + phone-in test
5. 1 feb, 5pm: Webd Ezine
6. 5 feb, 5pm: Magazine project
7. 16 feb, 9am: ComIss exam
8. 18 feb, 9am: PR exam
9. date unknown: PR pop quiz
okay, i officially feel like dying now.
thanks for being such fabulous friends….. *drones on and on*
am off to get the rope ready now.
ta, honeybuns~

p.s.
sorry for being so whiny. but BUT. cannot help it lah!
although the other mcmers prolly feel the same… but as i told carrie, i’m still in a state of shock!
realising the exact amount of unfinished projects/assignments just dropped a weight equivalent of 3 sumo wrestlers on my shoulders.
BAH!

introducing, the three stooges

 

and so we went to waraku today!
it was my first time there and i’ve fallen in love with the food.
then again, i’ve been into quite alot of food recently. :X
shopping after and carrie was the odd one out!
she didn’t buy anything at all.
*throws cakes at her*
BAHHHH!

it’s finally the end of fa2.
felt this huge weight lift itself off my shoulders as i dumped the envelope into the submission box.
can’t wait till the end of this sem so we can club club club!
*waves at carrie and sheereen*
and of course, WORK.
am so in need of money.
spent $30+ on food today – carrie passed her humongous appetite to me, you see.
and another $22 buying stuff.
need another $20 to buy hair dye tomorrow or something too.
BAHHHH.
please let money drop from the sky.

ngee ann poly girl caught stripping on surveillance camera

lina’s gonna be one famous girl.
i can just picture the headline of the news article: “NGEE ANN POLY GIRL CAUGHT STRIPPING ON SURVEILLANCE CAMERA”
that extremely clever girl pulled up her shirt in front of the camera to show me her bra.
of course, she didn’t notice the camera and only thought about it 5 minutes later.
“OMG! GOT CAMERA ANOT AH!?”
she then looked around, saw the camera, and proceeded to scream her head off.
“quanrung…. die already! i’m gonna get on the newspaper… “
oh well, think about the amount of money she can possibly earn if porn companies approach her.

anyway i’m still stuck at our space @ 72 doing the darn creative journal.
10 pages down, 40 more to go.
KNS. MY ALREADY LIMITED BRAIN JUICE HAS DRIED UP ALREADY AH!
how to come up with 40 more pages of crap.
and i had to forgo kickboxing’s dbl o outing tonight.
*sniffles miserably*
at least i’m getting a ride home later on lina’s bike!
whee~ it has been too long since she has pillioned me!

*edit @ 11.32pm*
okay, i got home safely.
anyway, joakim asked if i wanted to watch this parody play.
so, is anyone up for it? sounds pretty interesting actually!
was thinking of going for the preview on 23 jan cuz the tix are cheaper.
more details of the play can be found on STAGES – Chestnuts 2008.

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