So, the mugging has started. I have made a dazzling head start by studying 6 hours in the library today! 6 whole hours! congratulations to me, may this be the start of good things to come.

One of my statistics notes actually says "most students find this hard, but with a good deal of effort you will be able to make sense of it and then you can pat yourself on the back!! Note: the lecturer accepts no responsibility for any injuries caused by over-enthusiastic self-congratulations" haha, funny hor? bah, not so funny when you have 40 lectures to cover.

Anyway, situation over here is improving. My curtain has been fixed (I can finally sleep without the light from the crane outside shining into my eyes) and I have resigned myself to drinking tap water (it's an acquired taste that only few, like myself, can appreciate).

but some things never change. my bloody printer still isn't printing and i'm still fat.

On to happier things, thanks michelle for the czeh wafer rolls and thanks jiaying for the hairclips! love them both ( I mean the hairclips and wafers. haha =))

i feel like fucking shit right now.

i can't understand math and economics, i can't get my new printer to work, i need to get a new water filter or dehydrate to death, i'm fat, i just quarelled with the marcus, friends are far and few in between, damn it.

a plane just passed my window. It reminds me of what i gave up to come back and study in this fucking cess pit.

hopefully i can stave off my depression and frustration.

i am dead beat. My 14 hour flight consisted of watching rent for the second, third and fourth time, eyeballing the queer woman who sat next to me, silently cursing the damn man who sat infront of me with his chair reclined all the way back (who also happens to have the worst case of bad airplane hair i've ever seen), reading adrian mole aged 13 3/4, laughing myself to sleep and then waking up with a bad case of oily airplane hair.

Not bad enough?

How about being hit on by a small little south african man (cab driver)? traumatic enough I think. The best part is that, I met the man's mom as well. hah! When we reached bankside, he offered to help bring my lugguage up to my room but being paranoid, i started concocting senarios where he'll hunt me down if he knew my room number. So i refused. I dragged my nauseas ass all the way to the 6th floor while juggling 4 pieces of lugguage. quite a feat i must say.

Wish I could go into more detail. I would love to describe how the queer woman cursed throughout the entire journey and how the cab driver shared with me intimate details of his Japanese ex-girlfriend. But i'm dead beat. Goodnight everyone. hello London.

I'm blasting music now to stop myself from having an emotional breakdown.

Let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are.

and he wonders why I hate talking to him. He has tantrum after tantrum, mood swing after mood swing. His yelling no longer brings me to my knees. Instead of cowering with fear, I stare wide-eyed into his gaping mouth filled with cavities. I think to myself how nice it'll feel to smash a glass right in front of his red face and see his stunned face. I secretly giggle to myself at how silly he looks.

A huge congratulations to my grandfather who has recently quit smoking! He's been smoking since he was 17. Now, at the ripe old age of 80, he's decided to give his lungs a break. Finally, after 63 years! Better late than never. (Jie, Xiang, and any other family member who reads my blog, can u believe it?!)

on a less thrilling note, someone else I love has picked up smoking.
It is very easy for me to look at strangers on tv or along the street puffing away. I just shrug and say 'if it doesn't bother them, it doesn't bother me'. It's very easy to play it cool and act open minded when it's someone u don't give a fuck about.Hell, I've defended people who smoke. I've snapped at "intolerant" people. I voted for the bankside bar to permit smoking.

I recall lighting a cigarette and wedging it between my lips, deliberating whether to take that first puff. In the end, i stubbed it out and washed the tabacco off my hands. Like I was saying, it's different when it comes to yourself and people u love.

Playing with your stained fingers, I couldn't help but notice that unfamiliar odour you carried. And as I lay my head against your chest, I remembered the times where I would rub my nose into your lightly perfumed shirt and tell you how good you smelled. My heart ached.

Still, I will never tell you what you should do with your life.

Look at this

this blog skin is ranked number 1 on blogskins.com.

i'm speechless.

rent is bloody good. it's so refreshing from all the London broadway musicals. London musicals are good, but none of the ones I've seen have actually touched on reality like this one does. ok let me scan through the musicals i've seen, in case I'm generalising....

mamma mia, the producers, chicago, erh.......phantom, les miserables, glorious, woman in white, bombay dreams

yup, I'm right. They aren't very realitsitc albeit entertaining.

I've come to realise something about myself, I like plays, musicals, films, songs, books that are realistic. What do i mean by realistic? I'm not exactly sure. Maybe I can give some examples. I like requeim for a dream, I am sam...ok i can't think of anymore. It's ok if you don't get what I mean, I wouldn't either. Probably the only exception here is disney. But one thing's for sure, chick flicks, lighthearted comedies, punk rock can never make it to my list of favourites. I like them, they are entertatining, but they are just light hearted, silly things that make me feel better from time to time.

I'll be moving this blog soon.

The bitch is back!

I should be in a very irritable, snappish mood right now.

• The construction outside sounds like a broken lawn mower.
• The day is gettting gloomier as we speak.
  
• I just spoilt my dieting plans by eating a blueberry cheesecake and a white chocolate mocha.
• my belt is cutting into my fat
  

But despite all of this, I'm bouncing off the walls. It could be due to the surge of caffeine in my body. Or maybe, just maybe, it's cos I'm going home tomorrow!! Plus, I just found out that they will be showing 'rent' on the inflight entertaininment! I've heard the soundtrack a million times, so i guess the only thing left for me to do is watch it. teehee. teehee.

I'm in an incredibly good mood now, which might annoy some people.

THIS is really funny. Turn on your speakers for the full effect.

ah crap. Just when I was about to buy a new handphone, they raise the prices. What rotten luck. I was about to buy a phone for 80 pounds but, the very next day, they raised the price to 228 pounds.

I'm looking at

The Samsung D600. I'm completely in love with it, especially after sung showed me the rainbow coloured numbers. It has a great camera too.


A cheaper alternative to the D600, the D500. (it was initially free, but now it's 60 pounds. Damn me and my procrastinating)


I quite like this one too. They have another one in pink.


It looks nice here, but I don't quite fancy myself carrying such a phone. I find it embarrassing to carry a baby pink handphone at my age. I'd much prefer a sleek, black phone.

I'm currently using an O2 mini. I love it so much, without it I'd be lost (seriosuly, it helps me remember where all my classes are). But the vibrations are so weak that I can never feel it vibrate. My mother goes absolutely bonkers whenever she has to call me 20 times before I pick up.

Alright, enough phone talk, I'm not a techie.

On a brainless note, take a look at THIS. You can put your name on stickers! Ok, I know I'm gonna hit 20 soon, but still!!!!!!!!! I've never had my name printed on anything before. It's not like they sell wristbands or cups with my name printed on it. So even though it's just a cheap thrill, I'm gonna go ahead and print my name on some stickers.

• there's some shrivelled up kee zang (glutinous rice dumplings wrapped in leaves) hanging from my window. I shall leave it up there. Maybe one day, I"ll be insane enough to pluck one off and munch on it like an apple.

• gosh, it's week9 already. I've been back in london for 9 bloody weeks! Feels like yesterday that I was complaining about being back in halls while poking at the tasteless bankside turkey breast. where has all the time gone. Just one more week before term ends.

• I'm starting to blog alot less. And when I do blog, it's always just random shit. Aren't people tired of reading my crap? I sure as hell am.

• When I go back to singapore, I'm gonna head straight down to sngs (my primary school) and eat some wanton, fried rice, and chicken. I've been wanting to eat it since forever. I just hope the wanton stall lady is still there. I haven't been back for 7 years. God I hope she's there. ok, I'm greedy, so what?

• I think the lead actor in 'the sopranos' is totally hot. Here's a picture of him:

teehee. hmm, i think my blog needs more eye candy. Oh what the hell, I shall post another picture of him

what did i tell ya. sizzling hot.


Bah, whatever, this is a sickening, pointless post. I think I shall keep up the pointlessness...

• i hope to make this weekend a productive one and catch up with my stats (if that's even humanly possible). I should at least try to be hardworking next week so that I will end the term with a bang. Maybe I will even forgive myself for wasting this entire term away.
  

• I was sitting on the bus today. There was another bus infront of the bus I was on and I noticed something pretty unusual. Here, take a look:

Can you make out what it is? It's a sanitary pad stuck onto the back of the bus window. Haha, I thought it was pretty damn funny.

i just wrote this entire entry on honesty. But I deleted it.

one of my many photos of blackfriars bridge. It seems to me that no matter how many times I cross river Thames, I can't help but whip out my camera whenever it's a beautiful day. London really makes you appreciate good weather.


aw, why ya lookin' so sad?


gulliver heart fanta


i like this.

my honeymoon's over. Looks like it's back to reality for me. I have a accounting presetation due in 1.5 hours. wow. Reality is really hitting me hard. Thankfully, I've been blessed with genius group members, so maybe things will turn out alright.

hmm...looks like it's back to the humdrum days of class, lectures and chocolate digestives.

The past 6 days have been absolutely wonderful. 4 more left to go. I feel like i've been in a gorgeous dream filled with mille feuille, dizzy spells, alcohol, and swinging 70s music.

He's taking a nap now. I wonder if he's dreams about the same things I've been dreaming about. I feel like waking him up now just so he'll make some noise. It seems a little too quiet whenever he's sleeping.