If you have to ask, the answer is "PEACE & QUIET". Some people just don't seem to understand that I don't have time or enough space in my mind right now to think for them. Honestly I'm turning 25, what do you think I'd want? If you think I want a handphone cover then get me one. It's the bloody thought that counts and not what the gift is. I'd be happy receiving a handkerchief.
I would be super happy, however, if people just stop making me decide for them on things that involve their life. IT'S YOUR LIFE.... Bloody think for yourself, or do u not have a brain? It can be hard making decisions or just plain getting yourself out of bed to do something, but have some consideration if you know that I'm at my breaking point with assignments. One of which was due on my birthday ... How freakin lovely!
Was deciding if I should go for class yesterday and thank goodness I did. Told Amy that we might just get some tips, and tips we got. We go great news that our dateline has been extended, and that there'll be another APA workshop to ensure we have our formatting correct. Bad news and biggest blow to everyone was the fact that wasn't pointed out to us in the first few APA workshops - books published before 2000 CAN NOT BE USED. Now, other than the format and language that we are to use (which the bitch put so much emphasis on), wouldn't that little fact be something of importance to stress on as well? How many books in the library are actually printed in the 21st century? Even with the dateline extension, we still have slightly more than 2 weeks to look for more information since half of the pile we have has to be thrown out, re-organise and re-assess whatever we have done (imagine those who have completed their essays) and simultaneously complete 2 bloody essays.
I told MJ that I wanted to commit suicide, but not by killing myself as a person, but still he freaked. What I meant was just to give up, throw the whole paper out and just take the class all over again the next semester. It's not that I think I can't do it. Well I'm kinda losing my confidence too but.. Nope... it's just that the frustration that has set in after such a blow, along with the frustration some people have been causing me. He's not letting me give up though.. big brother has swooped down to save the day! Because of this, I can't give up, so Amy can't give up too... Hehehehe!
Saw a beautiful red-orange sun setting... just like that ball of fire in me going into hiding as I get all of this out.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Martha a.k.a. MARK
The very first time I saw this bugger was when he came to deliver stock and he looked really pissed off. He didn't smile one bit and his eyes were hidden behind reflective shades. My first thought was that he was mean and nasty, and if he tried that on us, he'd be in for more crap from our side. 
Funny how first impressions seem to make the worst evaluations, and it didn't take long for me to figure that out with this fella.
The first time I actually got to know him was when he was scheduled to deliver one evening and was running slightly late. As the others had appointments to keep, I stayed back and waited for the delivery. When everything was settled, I took the opportunity to ask for a lift back to C'wealth MRT station. Since it was on the way (I hope that was the reason and not that he felt oblidged) and he agreed. During the whole trip, we didn't talk much (hello, my name is... my name is... slim shady), but I realised I liked his driving as I was busy SMSing yet didn't get woozy. He still says that I was afraid 
the first few times because I held on to the door handle, but THAT WAS JUST A HABIT! - formed because of the crazy driving by certain taxi drivers. 
So I got posted to the main outlet, where he worked out of, and that's how it all blew up into a friendship that people seem to question.
Hello... 21st century.... don't you think a girl and a guy can have a platonic relationship? Actually the people who question it are usually the type who go around falling for any Tom, Dick or Mary they meet/work with. (I hear a big MOOO!) Furthermore, he was in a relationship then and I don't know how some can go around creating trouble in other peoples' relationships. (I visualise hair flicking around to reggae music) Anyhoo, the move made it easy for us to make it to work, saving money sharing transport, and then much more money later. 
The hours we had to spend at work meant that we had quite a bit of time to talk, gossip, gripe and scheme. Mwuahahahaha! 
Now why has this bugger made it on the list? He's nuts. Well, he is, but the main thing, as I finally realised, is that he's a compliment.
Funny how first impressions seem to make the worst evaluations, and it didn't take long for me to figure that out with this fella.
The first time I actually got to know him was when he was scheduled to deliver one evening and was running slightly late. As the others had appointments to keep, I stayed back and waited for the delivery. When everything was settled, I took the opportunity to ask for a lift back to C'wealth MRT station. Since it was on the way (I hope that was the reason and not that he felt oblidged) and he agreed. During the whole trip, we didn't talk much (hello, my name is... my name is... slim shady), but I realised I liked his driving as I was busy SMSing yet didn't get woozy.
the first few times because I held on to the door handle, but THAT WAS JUST A HABIT! - formed because of the crazy driving by certain taxi drivers. So I got posted to the main outlet, where he worked out of, and that's how it all blew up into a friendship that people seem to question.
Hello... 21st century.... don't you think a girl and a guy can have a platonic relationship? Actually the people who question it are usually the type who go around falling for any Tom, Dick or Mary they meet/work with. (I hear a big MOOO!) Furthermore, he was in a relationship then and I don't know how some can go around creating trouble in other peoples' relationships. (I visualise hair flicking around to reggae music) Anyhoo, the move made it easy for us to make it to work, saving money sharing transport, and then much more money later. The hours we had to spend at work meant that we had quite a bit of time to talk, gossip, gripe and scheme. Mwuahahahaha! Now why has this bugger made it on the list? He's nuts. Well, he is, but the main thing, as I finally realised, is that he's a compliment.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Kuka
Another person that I initially did not like during the 1st semester of school in Shatec. The whole reason was that she went to class and secretly read a novel under her table. 
Well I just felt that if she wasn't there to study and concentrate on the class, she could've given someone else that chance. I was actually closer to the girl sitting next to her, the one right before me, who ended up as the middleperson once again. This time, the middleperson didn't seem to bother keeping in touch unlike Yo.
Back to Sudha... She was a whiney and dramatic girl who wanted to break out of her traditional Indian roots, badly. She wasn't exactly a rebel but she tried her best to be.
This didn't really give me a better impression, and the project we did together didn't help my initial thought about her not being interested in the course. One thing that we will never forget is that we started the whole course on her birthday and basically every year ahead started out around there. We got closer during the second year, because of group projects although we were actually seperated into different groups and sessions for most lessons. Eventually her 19th birthday was spent at a pub called De Javu as the owner was a close friend of my dad. From that time, maybe it was the drinking and the music instead, we got closer while the middleperson drifted away as she found another life with her, then future, husband. 
There was one night that will always be etched in my mind and it's the very day we ended our work attachment. Happy that our lives were no longer stuck to the crappy hotels, we went out clubbing and someone decided to get really drunk.
It's situations like this that u find out who are the people you can really trust and count on and the ones that basically get in the way and are plain useless. 
Well it's neither her nor me that I'm talking about here.
Anyway, long story short, clubbing lead to her meeting her husband and now they're both living in the US, too far away to just sit down and have a coffee with. Thank goodness I don't have to keep that secret from her parents anymore. She still pisses me off though... doesn't know how to reply emails.
Well I just felt that if she wasn't there to study and concentrate on the class, she could've given someone else that chance. I was actually closer to the girl sitting next to her, the one right before me, who ended up as the middleperson once again. This time, the middleperson didn't seem to bother keeping in touch unlike Yo.Back to Sudha... She was a whiney and dramatic girl who wanted to break out of her traditional Indian roots, badly. She wasn't exactly a rebel but she tried her best to be.
This didn't really give me a better impression, and the project we did together didn't help my initial thought about her not being interested in the course. One thing that we will never forget is that we started the whole course on her birthday and basically every year ahead started out around there. We got closer during the second year, because of group projects although we were actually seperated into different groups and sessions for most lessons. Eventually her 19th birthday was spent at a pub called De Javu as the owner was a close friend of my dad. From that time, maybe it was the drinking and the music instead, we got closer while the middleperson drifted away as she found another life with her, then future, husband. There was one night that will always be etched in my mind and it's the very day we ended our work attachment. Happy that our lives were no longer stuck to the crappy hotels, we went out clubbing and someone decided to get really drunk.
It's situations like this that u find out who are the people you can really trust and count on and the ones that basically get in the way and are plain useless. Well it's neither her nor me that I'm talking about here.Anyway, long story short, clubbing lead to her meeting her husband and now they're both living in the US, too far away to just sit down and have a coffee with. Thank goodness I don't have to keep that secret from her parents anymore. She still pisses me off though
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Psycho Class
It's been about 5 weeks since Amy and I started Psychology classes and there have been a few people that stand out, be it for good reasons or bad. I've already mentioned a few in a previous post, but now we've given the special ones nicknames. Amy even had her own version of it on her own blog. We'll start off with the few people who were already mentioned in this blog and continue with the new "targets".
First up is the creepy guy who keeps turning around, whom we have given the new nickname "Stripey". The reason being that every week, and every lesson except for today, he has been in one striped shirt or another. (Maybe he realised we were calling him Stripey?) Stripey still looks around class acting as if he is so bloody smart, always trying to tell the class that he is well read and yet gets stumped by simple questions. Another thing we found out about Stripey is that he's quite a proud bugger. Get into the elevator, listens to his music and he doesn't even give a tiny acknowledgement although he knows that you're in the same class. (Oh no u did-nt!) So if he ever tries it's gonna be "talk to the hand... cos the face don't wanna know! Biatch"
The 2nd "victim" in that post was a guy who's name Amy found out because he was loud and can't keep his enthusiasm under control. While we were first referring to him by his name, we decided to give him a better nickname and thus came up with "Flamenco". The reason was firstly his name starting with "F" and ending with a "co" and the other was his dressing. He has a been seen a few times in class wearing t-shirts that have the collar opening up until mid-chest, looking as if he's about to start a Tango sometime soon.
It is not as if he has a great body that people would admire and it's a bit too bald to be exposed in such a way. His pimple ridden face doesn't help the "EWWWW" factor either. Flamenco is rather friendly though he just rubbed us the wrong way on the first day.
I've got to mention "Yogi & Boo Boo", the very couple that just continued to eat and didn't flinch when I made my grand entrance (i.e. falling down just as I got past the door) into the classroom.
Why the name? Well... Yogi (male) and Boo Boo (female) would come in to class everytime with a picnic basket (pic-a-nik basket?), proceed to their little corner and stuff their faces. Furthermore, one is almost twice as tall as the other and the name suits them to a tee. I don't care if they pig out in class, as I make full use of the vending machine there (might as well get my money's worth of coffee 
)... It's just them... Yogi just seems rather arrogant and just like another Stripey in the making. Something about his face just makes me want to slap it, while Boo Boo's hair is just calling out to be pulled and snipped off. It's not that I'm against long hair, but sometimes hair just has to be held back so that other people don't get a shock when they turn a corner and think they just saw the witch from Snow White.
Another irritation is almost always late for class, but won't be given the title of the "tardiest person", is the person I'll call "Blocker". He'll sit in the row before us, right in front of Amy, and end up blocking my view because of his height. That's the thing about him that bothers me and I can't really do anything but just listen and use my course notes instead of concentrating on the lecturer. He does have a sleepy look everytime he comes in
(looks exactly like the smiley) that makes me feel like shaking him and yelling "Wake UP!" to his face.
The next person on the list is a strange one as we can't seem to pinpoint the gender of this person, whom we will refer to from now as "Courier". The reason for the name was the reminder this person gave us of couriers on motorbikes zipping around town, never leaving their windbreaker behind. Courier got our attention seated right before us, looking like a guy and sounding like one in close proximity. However, Courier looks like a girl when you look at the face and hands, and sounds like one when throwing the voice across the classroom. Courier seems friendly but does have some odd ways of looking at people, as if trying to hide something, maybe the exact same thing we've been questioning. 
Now for the nicer people we took note of starting with "Roachy", the lady who sits in the row before us and is afraid of cockroaches. I don't find her irritating or anything but it's just that she reminds me of an ex-lecturer that had an super fake accent. Good thing about her is her enthusiasm in class and not being afraid to voice her questions. She seems quite approachable (just that we didn't bother trying) and appears to be friendly, chatty and funny. Plus she's obviously attentive in class so she might be a target when it comes to borrowing notes....
One girl that I kinda feel bad for is "Latecomer" , who gets a tag that speaks for itself. I think it is the location of her office and the time she is able to get off work that makes her late for every class. Everytime she comes in she would look embarrassed and lost, plus she had already missed about 15 minutes of the lecture. She just has that look that makes you want to pass your notes to her so she could catch up, but the people up front aren't as giving. Well, if she needed she can always ask but I think she might be a genius in disguise.
She just has that smarty-pants look about her, like she's destined to be a Psychologist.
Finally, the one and only person who should get the congeniality title for our class, the person we refer to as "Mr Friendly". He was the first person to give me a smile when I stepped into class, and still is the first (and almost only) person to do so whenever anyone steps in. With that kind of simple gesture, it's easy to understand why everyone around him will start a whole conversation that spreads like wildfire. He'll be another target for notes, if there ever is a need.
First up is the creepy guy who keeps turning around, whom we have given the new nickname "Stripey". The reason being that every week, and every lesson except for today, he has been in one striped shirt or another. (Maybe he realised we were calling him Stripey?) Stripey still looks around class acting as if he is so bloody smart, always trying to tell the class that he is well read and yet gets stumped by simple questions.
Another thing we found out about Stripey is that he's quite a proud bugger. Get into the elevator, listens to his music and he doesn't even give a tiny acknowledgement although he knows that you're in the same class. (Oh no u did-nt!) So if he ever tries it's gonna be "talk to the hand... cos the face don't wanna know! Biatch" The 2nd "victim" in that post was a guy who's name Amy found out because he was loud and can't keep his enthusiasm under control. While we were first referring to him by his name, we decided to give him a better nickname and thus came up with "Flamenco". The reason was firstly his name starting with "F" and ending with a "co" and the other was his dressing. He has a been seen a few times in class wearing t-shirts that have the collar opening up until mid-chest, looking as if he's about to start a Tango sometime soon.
It is not as if he has a great body that people would admire and it's a bit too bald to be exposed in such a way. His pimple ridden face doesn't help the "EWWWW" factor either. Flamenco is rather friendly though he just rubbed us the wrong way on the first day.I've got to mention "Yogi & Boo Boo", the very couple that just continued to eat and didn't flinch when I made my grand entrance (i.e. falling down just as I got past the door) into the classroom.
Why the name? Well... Yogi (male) and Boo Boo (female) would come in to class everytime with a picnic basket (pic-a-nik basket?), proceed to their little corner and stuff their faces. Furthermore, one is almost twice as tall as the other and the name suits them to a tee. I don't care if they pig out in class, as I make full use of the vending machine there (might as well get my money's worth of coffee Another irritation is almost always late for class, but won't be given the title of the "tardiest person", is the person I'll call "Blocker". He'll sit in the row before us, right in front of Amy, and end up blocking my view because of his height. That's the thing about him that bothers me and I can't really do anything but just listen and use my course notes instead of concentrating on the lecturer. He does have a sleepy look everytime he comes in
(looks exactly like the smiley) that makes me feel like shaking him and yelling "Wake UP!" to his face.The next person on the list is a strange one as we can't seem to pinpoint the gender of this person,
whom we will refer to from now as "Courier". The reason for the name was the reminder this person gave us of couriers on motorbikes zipping around town, never leaving their windbreaker behind. Courier got our attention seated right before us, looking like a guy and sounding like one in close proximity. However, Courier looks like a girl when you look at the face and hands, and sounds like one when throwing the voice across the classroom. Courier seems friendly but does have some odd ways of looking at people, as if trying to hide something, maybe the exact same thing we've been questioning. Now for the nicer people we took note of starting with "Roachy", the lady who sits in the row before us and is afraid of cockroaches. I don't find her irritating or anything but it's just that she reminds me of an ex-lecturer that had an super fake accent. Good thing about her is her enthusiasm in class and not being afraid to voice her questions. She seems quite approachable (just that we didn't bother trying) and appears to be friendly, chatty and funny. Plus she's obviously attentive in class so she might be a target when it comes to borrowing notes....
One girl that I kinda feel bad for is "Latecomer" , who gets a tag that speaks for itself. I think it is the location of her office and the time she is able to get off work that makes her late for every class. Everytime she comes in she would look embarrassed and lost, plus she had already missed about 15 minutes of the lecture. She just has that look that makes you want to pass your notes to her so she could catch up, but the people up front aren't as giving. Well, if she needed she can always ask but I think she might be a genius in disguise.
She just has that smarty-pants look about her, like she's destined to be a Psychologist.Finally, the one and only person who should get the congeniality title for our class, the person we refer to as "Mr Friendly". He was the first person to give me a smile when I stepped into class, and still is the first (and almost only) person to do so whenever anyone steps in.
With that kind of simple gesture, it's easy to understand why everyone around him will start a whole conversation that spreads like wildfire. He'll be another target for notes, if there ever is a need.Sunday, September 03, 2006
Drama In The Cinema
Went out to Comex yesterday and didn't see much that got me interested except for the going price of Ipods. My 3rd generation 20Gb Ipod had cost more than what the 4th generation 60Gb Ipod is now selling for. Furthermore, there are a few freebies to choose from that's just simply making my hands itch. 
Later, I met up with MJ and decided to check it out further at the Apple store, plus secretly make him yearn for it too! Fast forward to the point where we were bored and didn't have anything interesting to do @ Orchard. We were considering watching movies right from the start but didn't have any movie that really called out to us. In the end, we still ended up at Cineleisure and got tickets for Monster House. We were hoping for Barnyard but they didn't have one listed during that time of the night.
Finally we got into the theatre where it seems that we're not the only adults who watch cartoons (or animations since some people are prissy about it). As I was getting comfy, I noticed that the person behind me seems to either have super long legs or just can't sit still. It felt as though that bugger was kicking and pressing their feet against my chair, making me rock throughout the show. To make matters worse, the bugger's mouth couldn't stop "whispering" either. I was enduring the shit from the person behind and I think the person on my left also had that problem. Possibly she had the same thought I had that we'll just let these arseholes slide and not waste the money we had paid for the movie.
Well soon enough, someone (Poker) couldn't tolerate them any longer and asked them to keep quiet.
These buggers still had the gall to raise their voice and argue back, even said something like that they had the right to talk loudly. 
Thank goodness my dad wasn't there. The argument somehow led to one person whacking the other for poking them in the eye (or so they claim), 
and the commotion just made everyone turn back to look. I was hoping that the usher would come in and get them out but then the woman (Screamer) just screamed for her husband (Slapper) to sit and calm down. Slapper kept asking the Poker if he wanted to bring the matter up with the police but Screamer just ask him to zip it and watch the movie. 
In the end, Poker went out and called the police, which came about 10 minutes later into the theatre to escort Slapper & Screamer out. During the whole time Poker was out, Slapper kept grumbling that he ought to sue Poker for poking him. 
Slapper: "Mooooomeeeeeeee he poke me...See! See! I don't friend him already!"
Poker: "Maaaaaaa! He beat me... I don't want to friend him!"
I hope they get charged with something for disturbing MY peace!
Later, I met up with MJ and decided to check it out further at the Apple store, plus secretly make him yearn for it too!
Fast forward to the point where we were bored and didn't have anything interesting to do @ Orchard. We were considering watching movies right from the start but didn't have any movie that really called out to us. In the end, we still ended up at Cineleisure and got tickets for Monster House. We were hoping for Barnyard but they didn't have one listed during that time of the night.Finally we got into the theatre where it seems that we're not the only adults who watch cartoons (or animations since some people are prissy about it). As I was getting comfy, I noticed that the person behind me seems to either have super long legs or just can't sit still. It felt as though that bugger was kicking and pressing their feet against my chair, making me rock throughout the show. To make matters worse, the bugger's mouth couldn't stop "whispering" either. I was enduring the shit from the person behind and I think the person on my left also had that problem. Possibly she had the same thought I had that we'll just let these arseholes slide and not waste the money we had paid for the movie.
Well soon enough, someone (Poker) couldn't tolerate them any longer and asked them to keep quiet.
These buggers still had the gall to raise their voice and argue back, even said something like that they had the right to talk loudly. Thank goodness my dad wasn't there. The argument somehow led to one person whacking the other for poking them in the eye (or so they claim), and the commotion just made everyone turn back to look. I was hoping that the usher would come in and get them out but then the woman (Screamer) just screamed for her husband (Slapper) to sit and calm down. Slapper kept asking the Poker if he wanted to bring the matter up with the police but Screamer just ask him to zip it and watch the movie. In the end, Poker went out and called the police, which came about 10 minutes later into the theatre to escort Slapper & Screamer out. During the whole time Poker was out, Slapper kept grumbling that he ought to sue Poker for poking him. Can you say childish? 
Slapper: "Mooooomeeeeeeee he poke me...See! See! I don't friend him already!"
Poker: "Maaaaaaa! He beat me... I don't want to friend him!"
I hope they get charged with something for disturbing MY peace!
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