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faced with growing threats that my blog will be forever eaten up by some nasty server thief, i spent the morning trying to pre-empt a disaster by looking for another server. but i love this address so i dun tink i'll move unless diaryland shuts down or sth... then yalan and i, poor evicted souls, will have to relocated.
yesterday was a rare day when we allowed ourselves some fun, what with the recent assignments and shyte. went to get a hair cut after lecture (i’ve got those fringey things again. decided against bangs cos i’m not “cute” enough, as tris wld agree), sent my digicam in for repairs, then after nydc dinner, went for a long gossip/ drinks session at alleybar. alan hu is a lousy drinker; or maybe he’s just using his inebriated state as an excuse to pick up to hot door bitch. either way, he was damn funny in his valiant attempts; esp when he sauntered up to her with cigg in hand (though he doesn’t even really smoke), but not realising that the fire had gone out. muahaha. drop 10 points!
it’s nice to get a lift all the way home after a long night out, no need to worry abt catching the last bus or frazzled parents. but the poor chauffeur was falling asleep at the wheel. so, the ride was much appreciated =)
i got a shock/ surprise when i saw the completed LSIRC notice board; my stupid face cameo-ed on it in rather generous doses despite the pertinent fact that i'm not even in the club =S haha. well, the simple explanation wld be: i was the only one with a camera on their sg tour night last time, so yeap, my photos are up for sharing. but hey... i'm not complaining, every photographer wld be happy for their works to be published (haw haw what WORK is this?!) and now, i'm vicariously in LSIRC too! woohoo. *leaps for joy* (just like in the collage pinned on the board =p)
wanna know what it feels like when ppl say "like a fly flew into your throat and died"? then u gotta ask me cos a damn idiotic flying thing just kamikaze-ed straight into my mouth!
well at least i think, and feel, like it was a flying thing. i was walking into my darkened house talking to my dad when *splat* suddenly i felt something lodged at the back of my tonsil and there was an irritating mildly burning sensation. if sth didn't fly in i don't know how that feeling could have hit me so suddenly. and if that sth wasn't an insect i dunno how it could fly. so altogether now... EEEEE, an insect died in my throat. coughing and spluttering did nothing and my throat still felt violated so i had no choice but to drink lotsa water to wash it down. still no, still hanging on. what next to do? drink hot hot soup to BURN AND KILLL. dunno if it's a cause for joy or disgust, but the irritation did go away after this.
because at 4am, blurred went to bed with endacott and denley on her mind... mmmm, don't they seem like old friends now.
and since shawn brought up the subject of the donne poem about partings, here it is for your prac crit (oh cringe, ye literature students)... the theme poem of aSob
SONG
SWEETEST love, I do not go,
Yesternight the sun went hence,
O how feeble is man's power,
When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
Let not thy divining heart
i especially love the last stanza. ever since the days in the freezing LT5 when we were half paying attention to mr. perry, i'd always thought that it was such a bittersweet concept (and i'm paraphrasing this in layman's terms here and doing no justice to the beauty of the language): although we're not physically together, just imagine that we're still dreaming on the same bed, but merely sleeping with our backs to each other. as long as i keep you alive within my heart, you've never quite left me.
congrats to the weary year 2s who sacrificed much of the CNY festivities for the sake of drumming out some semblence of a public law essay. throughout the day, ppl chipped in amazing anecdotes of how so and so had to battle an essay that amounted to 7000 words, how someone only managed 1 minute of sleep (on the bus) and how another literally finished writing at the 11th hour (A.M. mark that!) and in classic tag team fashion, he emailed it from home to a trusted friend in sch who printed and submitted for him. what's YOUR horror story? no adrienne, sleeping at 12am isn't a tragedy. this time's assignment seemed to be exceptionally ardous... we whined like b*tches in year 1 during memo times for sure, but it didn't seem quite so painful.
while aimlessly net surfing this evening, i revisited a site which used to be a central part of my PGP days- NUScast! hah, scoff all u like, but in a little dorm room, u'll be thankful for a link to the glitz of the outside world, tiny screen the size of ur palm notwithstanding. but today, i barely remembered how to access it. it's almost a year since those times. i recall being damn reluctant to leave my room to meet adrienne, xx n jinni down at the foyer cos i was watching Lost from it.
rui mentioned ASOB again today, i.e. Association for those with Significant Others aBroad. well, by virtue of the fact that our... err... Others will be on exchange for 1/10 of a decade, she n i are in the club. i didn't like the name though, cos i mean... ASOB kinda stigmatises us as weepy pining weaklings. i don't like that! why can't it be A YAY or something? good riddance for 1 year... woohooo. but try as we might, best we cld devise was Association for Youths with Ah-dear Yonder. hmmm, don't comment. but just now, in a moment of enlightenment in the shower, i realised that ASOB isn't that bad afterall, it cld enlist parties on both sides of the world and i could be aSOBed for too. how pleasing to the ego=) so ok... ASOB it is and it's coming to a law school near you. a john donne poem suddenly came to mind, but i shall post it on a sappier day. ok now... it's time to read abt religious harmony for abit. toodles. this entry has hopefully entertained a certain bored reader who whined for new posts on several occassions. so there!
GONG XI FA CAI!! it's the 3rd day of the lunar new year and i've stuck myself at home like a proper recluse. what to do, when u've got a hiatus from visiting and when an assignment looms? i've been rather aimless today, trying to read stuff my my comp for 3 min and playing minesweeper for the next 5. arrggg... now when i shut my eyes all that dances in the darkness is a rectangular window with rows and columns of little squares clicking open one by one to reveal numbers from 1 to 6. bah. does anyone else feel like the assignment is going nowhere? no matter what you read, it all just seems so relevant and not at the same time? we've got a few days more though, things are still bearable. but i await the last minute crunch with dread.
this year's festivities have mellowed, just as we have. gone are the hyperactive kids jumping up and down to the beats of our very own lion dance ensemble, no more throwing paper wrapped bits on the floor and hearing them go POP. instead, we sit placidly watching DVDs and count the calories as we succumb to yet another pineapple tart. but nonetheless, there's a special feeling going around every CNY- that of being in the company of the ppl whom i love and treasure; ppl whom i know remember cny exactly the same way as i do. i love my people =)
my lcs tutor has called for our first tutorial on thursday. lawyers really have no concept of "holiday mood" eh? hope my "firm" can put together something not so obviously "smokey". tomorrow, i'm probably gonna be meeting the parents and bringing some chinese cheer. in a psychotic way, i think it's gonna be kinda fun; see what questions i'm gonna have to answer and hopefully the lie-o-meter won't have to dance around in a heated frenzy.
on nadia's khairil: nad was giving us a theory on how guys shd still have some backbone though they might be besotted with their girl. after lots of contemplation, she only had 1 example to give: "i think khai's besotted with me!" woot woot atta girl!
on self motivatedness: does this mean being motivated to do well out of your own will or does it mean being motivated to do things for yourself? either way, these few days have been a showcase of both interpretations. getting involved in an extra curricular activity, putting in the hours to ensure a smooth sailing event or to ensure a smooth sailing future? it is rather chilling to see how reality bites and the way people take such pains to climb to the top. and how bitter a taste it is to see how some attain their ends through honeyed words. i think we're all self motivated. which type are you?
on valentine's day: isn't it puzzling how people are clearly aware that the florists and restaurants are ripping us off, yet they still buy into the hysteria? i say we all form perfectly elastic demand curves and let 'em opportunistic money guzzlers eat their rose petals for dinner. ah, but who am i to deflect the lethal arrow of cupid? i think... pride has something to do with it. the girl doesn't wanna lose out to "that annoying girl in pink" down the road who's clutching a robust bouquet of 10 roses. guy doesn't want to be subject to the malu-ation of having his girl leave him on vday, hence he parts with a small fortune on sth that would otherwise have cost $20. perhaps i'm too pragmatic, maybe romanticism and a special evening cannot be valued with money; but i still think that when the singles scoff at feb 14 and its load of hype, it doesn't all stem from a mouth full of sour grapes. hmm... but then again, it would be swell to show up that girl down the street. not much, 11 roses also can =p
i haven't been so verbose in a super long time. wow... for once, i can claim that my blog leaves the shallow ranks of photo+one liner fluff. went down to stamford today to sign an acceptance letter; the front of the office is quite well designed, but what horrors lurk within the inner chambers? time will tell, but at least i've got kyle, kong and wins for company. internships never seemed more promising.
yet another fantastic LCS lecture. this morning's lect is quite funny at least, with 2 guest lecturers dispensing chuckle worthy anecdotes. speaking of dispensing, upon arriving in sch at 10 today, mag and i decided that we were too early and went to visit the elusive BTC doctor. she got nasal sprays and i unexpectedly got 3 types of medicine when all i wanted was a pack of lozenges!! hrmm... i wonder why the cohort still faithfully attends every week's lecture when all around, ppl are reading comics, watching youtube, msning. it's not like we don't dare to pon classes; so why are we here? careers fair is round the corner and oops... i finally (not that i was looking forward to it) got a taste of an upset firm. booo, my clean slate has been marred.
been sleeping at 2 plus or 3 am the past few days for no apparent reason. after one too many nods-off, i get frustrated and pack myself off to sleep, wondering why i do this for no result nor work yielded. anyway... today shd be a good day... it's my dad's rather old birthday today, and it also hits the 3/4 year mark. woahhh its been some kind of an amazing journey and i'm having a good time.
went for taekwondo grading this morning at maris stella high. thank goodness adrienne gave me a lift there, if not i'd have fallen asleep en route to that strange circle-line messed up place. the school is big and quite well maintained... cld almost imagine a little kong (my that's a concept... a little kong!?) running down the hallways. the grading was a much more low key affair than last time's; only 1 examiner and siewmen, xiuzhen, adr and i were the only few girls in the entire hall of mostly maris dudes! kong will affirm the allegation that maris kids act like they've never seen women before. haha. being the low graders that we are, we were tested 1st and in a flash, i found myself walking out of the venue with the past few minutes of my memory erased from my head. the dean claimed that we all did well, so i shall hold him to that. his twin sons are so cute! they don't look alike though they're twins, and the smaller sized one has the dean's hairstyle =p they're gg for junior black belt! we visited the spca after the test and played with some of the super cute pups and cats there, then found ourselves in toa payoh where we had lunch. $1 gets u a decent packet of carrot cake in lorong 6!
excitingly, the fancy idea that adr, py, hy and i tossed arnd has become rather a reality. we're gonna become designers/ businesswomen soon! now we just have to convene an EGM and come up with our M&A!
// my hair shearing day. in school before the cut // looking like a shaggy mop in the salon // after. shorter crop, some fringe, neater // many many coupons in khel's car after parking in town // the guys in alleybar; 3beer tris before even 1 beer and kyle doing a "nearly headless nick" //
// pouty tris and kong looking confused // adrienne and me // many receipts chalked up yday. only 2/3 worth of it // in boring admin law lect //
ohhh nooo, my blog is disappearing for extended periods of time. as a contingency measure, in case u never see this again, try http://blurredd.wordpress.com/
The Part of You That No One Sees 
damnnnn, first image that popped into mind upon reading the prognosis was dick lee or l*m chin l#ng. shivers... i don't wanna be like that =( but yeahh... i'm really jealous of everybody. i wanna be special! brilliant test.
as rui would say..."num num..."
// the 7th again, the 10th // went to crystal jade for lunch cos he craved good dim sum // 6 dishes of dim sum and dumplings. embodiment of "money can buy happiness", at least in the culinary sense // the ching chong dragon emperor upholstery of the seats // i like the lighting in this shot. no pimples! (on his face) // from chinese fare to western grub: the fabulous fish and chips from botak jones //
oh blimey i'm not understanding the words that are coming out of yvon*e lee's mouth. my social life is suffering and i'm turning into a chronic mugger these few weeks, what with the assignments and deadlines. after monday, i'm going to find my way to town. and scurry home quickly to hide cos exams are coming over the hill damn soon.
hmmm, she just closed with an example of someone who was banished to sentosa but this still abided with art 13 of the consti. that doesn't seem too bad in current light does it? sentosa property is how hot now... maybe he cld get himself a discount on sentosa cove plots based on his super status as permanent resident!
// happy cny. well it's over but keeping a lil' festive mood in ur heart will help to keep u happy // some of the cny flowers at home // the hugggeee spread at zhiming's steamboat dinner for the og. such a generous host // tucking in // aud and the "guy she's seeing" //
// at jonathan's place for a festive visit. that crazy boy bought himself a dj console! // but it was damn cool... we were spinning our own mambo session with his vinyl records // happy bday siewmen... 1 wk late // pretty cake holder // intently making her bday wish // well wishers and her. welcome to the slitty eyes club (delete adrienne) //
by John Donne
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me ;
But since that I
At the last must part, 'tis best,
Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned deaths to die.
And yet is here to-day ;
He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way ;
Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.
That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall ;
But come bad chance,
And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o'er us to advance.
But sigh'st my soul away ;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.
It cannot be
That thou lovest me as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
That art the best of me.
Forethink me any ill ;
Destiny may take thy part,
And may thy fears fulfil.
But think that we
Are but turn'd aside to sleep.
They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.
ah asob... asobbbb...
hey... hey there... yeah, You! yup, that's right, you... come on out, don't be scared. everything's alright now, the horrors are over, the 3500 words have passed. take a deep breath, breathe... relax.
// very belated photos since 2 saturdays ago. but happy birthday yenfang! // the girls, aloy and khel with the star of the day. if u look carefully, u can spot the lump of rocher chocolate in aloy's mouth =p // resplendant in her pastel pink dress // our pretty box of an assortment of gifts // ever popular cake from rive // her primary school friends //
// squeezing in the whole crowd of law people //
// in a more inane pose. but it was just so crowded, any pose shd be weird //
// the girls who lived in pgp // making her wish super intently // more of the girls at the party // nad, pet and ping. this is take 2 cos the 1st shot had nad looking a lil' unclothed. see la, wear tube top la! //
// at tony roma's on feb 14. check out the onion loaf! it was a tower of breaded onions. the food was tasty but overall, i still stand by my cynicism of vday prices being inflated and compromised quality. grinch // flowie and flowies. somebody wrapped the bouquet himself (and forgot to put moistened cotton wool in it!) // eating ben n jerry's after dinner. me in my flat nosed glory // mr chinese eyed strawberry cheesecake tub // more ugly faces ensue // it's late but happy valentine's day anyway! //
blurred muses again:
on the classic briefcase mix up tale: i'm a believer! not merely stuff of conspiracy theory drug smuggling movies anymore; i partook in my very own swoperoo! at the lcf area on tues, i took my big white bag and my black computer case, choosing the one on the top next to my bag (and also becos me being me, i think i take pretty good care of my stuff so i took the nicer looking one =p). headed to the classroom, unzipped the case and horrors (!!) an angular, stern looking IBM glared out at me. where's my acer baby!?! i rushed down to the lcf area again and there was no languishing laptop case at the old area. desperate scanning of the vicinity yielded a search result in the arms of daniel chan. "hey dannn, i believe i have sth that you might want... u should unzip now!" suffice to say that my proposition made him a very happy man...
blurred speaks:
on elastic tutorial times: this is foremost on my mind because i just had a friggin tutorial lasting till 9 blardy pm today. not only did it start abt 15 min late, at the last few moments when lights actually glimmered from the prospects of finally being able to end the day, ms tutor dropped a cruel atomic bomb on the mentally battered class: surprise on the spot essay! arg... half an hour of trying to conjure up some semblence of content with practically no understanding of the question or topic. twidling my pen and staring at the exit, i fancied myself akin to being drowned in a large glass tank; the better world is just on the other side but there's no way to get out. about 40 minutes later i staggered out of class, head still feeling heavy and waterlogged.
// last month during taekwondo grading in maris. we're yellow belts now! // visited SPCA with the girls after that. such adorable siblings... // nap time // fat and dao cat. nope don't think it'll find love anytime soon //
// peakaboo... tiny white kitty merely the size of a hand // it refuses to stay still but still looks damn cute blurred // the crowded streets of CNY season chinatown // snazzy device in Yumcha. press button to order/ add water/ foot bill etc // red attack. the shop tells u in no uncertain terms that "yes, CNY is coming!" //
my first official creation for the new kid on the accessories block.
| crocodile snaps froggish teapot pouty gnome |
one of the many things that you observe as you potter about your daily life:
sometimes when ppl want to thank you, but say "thanks" really softly under their breaths, all that you can hear is the abrupt "ssss" emanating from their mouths. tragically, a well intentioned word of appreciation gets misconstrued as a malicious hiss of displeasure; bewildering the recipient and making the sound producer feel like a snake. lesson of the day? articulation! speak english, be understood =p
graphs made relevant to life. oh the poor residents of pogoland... withering and shrivelling up from the lack of foreign input.
// one week ago :: LSIRC tour of singapore // the convoy: 2 vans, a lorry and several cars. how grand // the lorry king and his queen // horrors, there was a hole on the roof of our van. quickly took some remedial action // 1st stop: mt faber. lovebirds taking in the view //
// the students clambered for a seat in the lorry for some wind in the hair // labrador park // walking around the old bunkers // pretty yenfang in the lorry...on the way to lim chu kang cemetary //
// by the seaside looking at kelongs. spot aggie dilligently being tour guide // finally after much trekking... supper at thomson rd // joel pours out his woes as zhengs continues sipping teh peng // the loveliest cat ever! it was very friendly too //
// the LSIRC and its associates // some of the girls // aggie, yenfang, mk, eugene and michelle // the 2 joels in matching gear // sangeetha enjoying the lorry ride //
nth like good prata and teh to perk us up at 2am. a long way more to go
foreigners and locals packing the prata shop to the hilt. the shop owners must have loved lawyers that night.
// aggie and vasu get high on night air // yenfang savouring durians in geylang // the exchange students buying mochi at crazily marked up prices // whooopie! the city is mine at 4am //
a new yellow background that i can call my own. this morning's LCS lect was suchhhh an entertaining 2 hrs; i learnt how to do wonders with my photoshop! fusionfallacy.blogspot.com is starting to trot along... hopefully we get many many new materials soon and more products get churned out asap. be patient.
hi... i realised that andre might have a point afterall; my blog is really slowing browsers down cos of those photos. alright smarty boy, i've started afresh on a new page =)