steak!

A bath and a tenderloin steak. Those are the high points of a man's life.

-Curt Siodmak-

Since it's recess week and as much as we knew we had lots of assignments piling up, the holiday mood kicked in and we decided to take a break.

Adrian cooked rib-eye steak for us (us as in, Kevin, Leslie, and I), medium rare!!

Side dishes: Cheese sausage, kiwi salad, french toast.

French toast with extra eggs!

Chef Adrian with his steak.

Leslie with french toast.

All this blogging is making me hungry. It's 3.14 p.m. and I haven't had my brunch yet.

Forrest Gump

"Why don't you love me Jenny? I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is."

-Forrest Gump, Forrest Gump-

A romantic movie about a man with an IQ of 75 (that's horribly, horribly low if you asked me, the average person has an IQ of about 100; mine is 154 - you could say I'm showing off but that's Mensa verified!) who falls in love with his childhood friend, Jenny.

If you asked me; I'd say the most interesting part is how he, despite being stupid (yes, he's kinda stupid; you can't deny that), got the chance to visit the White House and treats seeing the president as an everyday life kind of thing, plus, he was on the national ping-pong team, got an honor medal for his outstanding service in the army, and even got to go on national television and talk to John Lennon.

Then, he establishes a shrimping company called Bubba Gump, which is apparently one of the leading companies in the country, and has his photo plastered on magazines. His partner then tells him he got them invested in a 'fruit company' and that they won't have to worry about money no more (Little did he know that the 'fruit company' in question was actually Apple. You know, the one that sells Macs and iPods and stuff).

He then becomes a - quote - 'godzillionaire'. That's millionaire for you. And because his late mother told him "there's only this much money a man actually needs; the rest is for showing off", he actually donates a huge sum to hospitals and stuff, and gives 50% of his earnings to Bubba's (his best friend who died in war) family. And, because he "didn't need the money" and because he "enjoyed doing it so much", he decided to mow lawns for free.

Yep, and that's how, a man with an IQ of 75, gets awsomely lucky in life.

Makes all of us high-IQ people feel dumb, huh?

Oh, and yes, as how most romance dramas end, Forrest and Jenny finally got married.

Overall, it's a pretty neat movie, seeing how everything eventually falls into place in the end. It kinda gives you the message that you don't necessarily have to be smart to be successful in life; all you need is a good heart, obedience, perseverance, and a little bit of luck.

I'd recomend you watch it.

RECESS WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GYAAA!!!

“The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing”

-Oscar Wilde-

First off - Xiaxue kissing KayKay. Whatever. Just watch.

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Gawd, I feel effing pathetic.

Like, why am I obsessed over someone else's life, someone else's past? Like it's got anything to do with me. Why am I so curious? Why is it such a big deal to me, when the more I find out, the more uncomfortable I get?

What is there to be uncomfortable about, anyway? It's their life. Oh gawd I feel so stupid and childish. I really want to talk about this right now but the only person I can talk to is already asleep.

Can't it wait till morning? No? Why not? Is it really that important?

GYAAA STOP IT. JUST EFFING STOP IT.


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On a lighter note, I GOT TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF F1 TODAY!!!

How fortunate of me; I was just planning on going window shopping + dinner at City Hall, when I heard *VROOM!! VROOM!!* and it got me all hyped up and excited, like a lil kid on her first trip to a theme park.

OMG this only happens like once a year and by coincidence, I was there to witness it!! What were the chances - 1/365?

GAH, EVEN BLOGGING ABOUT F1 CAN'T KEEP MY MIND OFF 'ANO HITO' (Translated, it means 'that person' in Jap).

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On an unrelated note, I bought a pair of irresistable shorts from Fox, which cost $39 (I have been on a shorts hunting spree for the past one and a half months, if you must know my desperation for a pair of decent shorts). I was like "Hmm, okay, this isn't very cheap, but it ain't that costly either. It looks nice on me; I'll get it." It wasn't until an hour later, in the MRT, when I was then converting and it dawned to me that I just spent RM 95 on a pair of very short shorts (which means not much material needed for manufacture, which means lower cost price).

*ouch*

Please don't kill me, parents.

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RECESS WEEK IS FINALLY HERE!!!

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See, that person doesn't mean much anymore.

CA,CA,CA

"He ate my arm, you selfish prick!"

- Assistant-who-just-got-her-arm-eaten to mad-doctor-scientist, Insanitarium -

No, it isn't pronounced as 'cha-cha-cha'; FREAKING CONTINUAL ASSESSMENTS ARE HERE AGAIN.

So the first just passed today; there's another one coming tomorrow.

Like seriously. Two CA's in a row? I'd be better off dead.

It doesn't help when I just spent an hour and a half watching Insanitarium, a crazy movie where crazy people (literally) are being turned into blood-sucking man-eating creatures. No, they're not zombies; zombies have no intelligence, much unlike these crazy people who, other than their obsessive crave for human flesh and blood, can still think (not very rationally, of course; they were already mentally ill to begin with anyway) and talk. Much like you and me can.

So as guilty as I felt after the movie (hence, not studying for my CA tomorrow), I decided to try to cover back lost time by skipping my bath, skipping my afternoon nap, and by eating dinner real fast.

At least I did Tutorial 5 of Thermodynamics, which makes me feel less guilty by now, and hence, the mood to blog.

Of course, I was also very much aware that my blog has not been updated for a very long time; blame the busy schedule. Though by my current tone, you could say that my stress level might have been reduced significantly, possibly due to the fact that NEXT WEEK IS RECESS WEEK!!!

happy happy joy joy happy happy joy

So I've noticed that I've long gone against my blogger's principle of:

NO UPLOADING OF PICTURES; THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY FOR WORDS OF THOUGHTS ONLY; ONLY BIMBOTIC AND STUPID GIRLS AND PEOPLE HAVING A POOR COMMAND OF ENGLISH POST PICTURES IN THEIR BLOGS...

but oh well.

I think it's becoming a bad habit.

Of course, I shall still value words more than pictures; I will not stoop to as low as some people who update their blogs with meaningless blog entries (with subtle indications of zero intelligence) containing meaningless pictures only: e.g., "I went shopping at Orchard Road today!" and then proceeding is a parade of camwhoring bimbotic girls smiling stupidly back at me as I scroll down, frantically searching for any sign of concrete statements (or words), in vain.

Or, or, or, "My darling and I went for dinner today", and then there's a hoarde of lovey dovey (but frighteningly identical) pictures of said blogger and boyfriend.

Like for goodness' sake I DO NOT WANT TO SEE IDENTICAL PICTURES OF YOU WHEN THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS YOUR OUTFIT - CUT THAT, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT OUTFIT YOU WEAR UNLESS ITS SOMETHING YOU PARTICULARLY WANT TO PLACE EMPHASISE ON OR SHOW OFF - AND WHERE YOU WENT SHOPPING TODAY.

Is there anything else left in your life besides your typical mundane... uh... life???

If I were to snap pictures every single time I went out shopping or to blog about EVERY SINGLE TIME I went out...

oh gosh, i can't even imagine what would happen; i would never stoop that low.

Bimbos, this is homicide.

Nuff' said - here are a few random pics:

Over the last weekend, Kevin and I went grocery shopping and stocked up his otherwise empty fridge:


Here are the mooncakes we bought (durian and passion fruit flavored):


I mean, isn't it amazing what kind of flavors people come up with these days? 10 years ago, it was just lotus paste and red bean paste, and then they evolved to flavors like green tea - and now passion fruit???? I wouldn't be surprised if they sold wasabi mooncakes next.

2 hours later...


2 days later...


Here's him in the study room, de-stressing after studying Chapter 5 of Thermodynamics.
I'm currently addicted to EPIC PET WARS!!! It's actually an online game where you keep a pet and train it to fight against other pets. (APP AVAILABLE ON IPODS AND IPHONES!) Here's my pet; it's called a Squishum:


Last but not least, here's something to lighten up your day.

Of lectures and sleep

"The other day, when you were sitting beside me during Math lecture, your face looked very serious and you seemed to me that you were listening and concentrating intently on the lecture. That is, until you suddenly whispered in my ear: "I've been thinking. I really need to get a new pair of shorts before I run out of them."'

-Kevin to Rae-

I sleep at 3 a.m., and I feel sleepy during morning lectures the next day.

I sleep at 1 a.m. and feel refreshed when I wake up 8 hours later, but STILL SLEEPY during morning lectures the next day.

Not that I didn't try.

I tried my best to stay awake during Math lecture today, but my head felt so heavy that it kept falling onto my comfortable pile of lecture notes. Like literally. Really. No joke. In all seriousness. I mean it. And so on and so forth.

And then, I automatically awaken from my deep slumber at the sound of "Okay, that's all for today's lecture" and become energetic again.

So tell me.

Is it just me, or are the voices of the professors somehow charmed with a sleeping spell?

desperate

"Dear God, I do not pray that you make me smarter, nor do I pray that you give me less tutorials to do, nor do I pray that the tests will be easier, nor do I pray that I be able to see the exam questionsbefore hand, nor do I pray that I will be able to cheat without getting caught during the exam, nor do I pray that my friends flunk their tests to pull up my grades.

I only pray that You increase my GCPA by a mere 1.5 points. It's a very small amount, so please help me. I promise I will be a good girl."

-A desperate girl's prayer-

My lab report is finally done and handed in *phew!* and quizzes and CA's are beginning to pour in. First half of the semester is gone *WTF* and I have no idea what the hell I have been doing for the past 5 weeks since the semester started.

In the blink of an eye, 4 years will soon be gone and I'm beginning to think that 4 years of uni life is definitely not enough. How can it be, when once I step onto campus, a month magically feels like only a week long, and Mondays and Fridays are rearranged so that they sit side by side in my calendar?

So it's back to the same ol' style:

Morning - lectures.
Afternoon - dozing off.
Evening & night - Tutorials.
Wee hours in the morning - Half sleep, half thinking of formulaes, tutorials, etc (yes, literally; there was even once that I awoke in the morning, and then recalled that in my previous night of sleep, I had been subconsciously thinking of my undone tutorials, and hence did not sleep well.)

Bummer.

Can't I have ONE FREAKING DAY OF REST WITHOUT HAVING MY WORK PILE UP TO THE NEXT DAY? C'MON, I'M ONLY HUMAN; WHEN WILL I FREAKING GET MY FREAKING REST????

I AM GOING TO PROCRASTINATE AND NOBODY SHALL STOP ME BECAUSE I DESERVE THIS FOR THE MERE REASON THAT I AM NOT A ROBOT.

Uni life: misc

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. He lay on his armour-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.

-Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka (page 1, para 1)-

So I promised some photos. Here they are.

1. Spaghetti cooking session by Little Grass

Carbonara sauce.

Me with the spaghetti sauce.

Wai Hon being sexy.

Salad!

Uncle is frowning coz his nuggets can't be cooked.

I can explain this: for some reason or other, I can't swallow grape skin, so I peeled a couple for myself.


Grape I peeled!

2. 11 months: Choc fondue!!!

Don't shy shy...

3. Bugs. XD

So here's a picture of a beetle I drew; it's supposed to be Gregor Samsa (from the book Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka) who apparently finds himself turned into a gigantic insect when he awakens one morning from his bed. That's him with his blanket slipping off his body because of his oversized fat abdomen.

Here's Kevin's version of Gregor the bug:
I've just finished a 1000 word essay (yes, its a freaking assignment *sigh*) on Gregor's transformation. *applause*

P.S.: It's so not a good idea to blog about food when one is starving.

Fark

French Connection.

-Rae-

Seriously.

I'm not gonna apologize for my infrequent blog updates anymore; my readers would just have to understand that I'm dying here, and mind you, I can't very well manage if all I care about is updating my blog.

Lab report due Tuesday, several tutorials left behind, EID meetings, farked up self-learning thingy (whatever fark that is), and there's PNP stuff to do: banner painting this Friday, slide show due soon, and there's banner, booklet, poster, and flyer designing to be done, and CONTINUAL ASSESSMENTS ARE COMING SOON, AND I HAVEN'T REVISED YET.

Plus, my farked up printer died on me and Epson is gonna come take it for repair tomorrow, and I've gotta do it in between lessons.

Google wasn't working (as well as other search engines) and my e-mail inbox was down and I felt damn lost from civilization; which of course goes to show how much I rely on Google; yes, I Google almost anything and everything; anytime I have a question, it isn't the autorities or the professors I go to, it's Google; and yes, as you'd expect, I almost died from not being able to access my e-mail inbox for TWO WHOLE FARKING DAYS which meant a whole lot to me, especially when I need e-mail to communicate with Epson regarding my USELESS FARKED UP printer, and to discuss dead lines and dates for that farked up banner designing thingy, and other academic stuff, as well as updates from Facebook, etc etc etc; and yes, I've realised that this entire paragraph is actually made up of one single sentence coz I'm too farking fed up and stressed to be thinking of grammatical errors and stuff anymore; I can write what I want, how I want and so there.

It's already 4 a.m. and I've gotta wake up at 7 a.m. tomorrow - cut that; three hours later - for my morning lecture. It's not my fault that I'm still awake at this ungodly hour; my FARKING LAB REPORT IS DUE THIS TUESDAY AND BOY, IS THIS LAB REPORT FARKING TOUGH.

Yep, and I've still gotta meet those guys who are bringing my Epson printer for service tomorrow. Hope it gets repaired soon, or else I won't be able to print my lab report and then I'd be totally screwed.

I should have dropped out of school at the age of 15 and started my own business and become a billionaire. Instead, I'm now stuck in a tiny and dingy room with a rental fee of $160 every month and having to payschool fees of $ 12k every semester; and what with the economy going down and job vacancies propelling sky high, I'm probably going to have to face a bleak future as well.

P.S.: Oh yeah I've got lotsa pictures coming up soon; once I manage to get some free time on my hands (and hopefully when I'm less stressful and angsty), I'll rearrange them (hopefully in chronological order) and upload them here.

G-Force. Literally.

"Sien."

-Rae-

Sorry for lack of updates (again); my life is currently in study mode, hence, the lack of life in my, uh, life.

You know, from the saying 'get a life'. Or something along that lines.

Oh, stop me from blabbering.

So I'm back on track (sorta) and full force on academics.

At least I'm beginning to get going at my tutorials.

Extra-curricular activities, though, are a pain in the ass.

You think staying back after school for sports and being a secretary of some computer/astronomy/travel/Red Crescent/Girl Guides society in high school was shitty enough?

Try extra-curricular activites, tertiary education style.

What with designing, banner painting, planning whatever, etc etc etc I might as well just kill myself.

Seriously, what is SAO thinking, expecting us to work for hall points, as if we're not struggling enough with studies and lab reports and tutorials and lit reviews and self-reading and all those stuff academic staffs expect you to do?

On a lighter note, I watched G-Force today. Was actually quite nice, I'd recommend it.

I think I'm going to be a movie-buff; what with catching at least 2 or 3 movies every single week.

I know I've gotta stop myself from wasting too much time on movies and stuff, but I can't deny that I'm getting lotsa pleasure from knowing that my culture knowledge expands with each movie that I watch, which means that I'm getting less and less noob in the world of pop culture!!

Or something along those lines.

Gosh, do I blabber.

Last but not least, HAPPY ELEVEN!!!

I'm not making much sense tonight.