Friday, March 6
12:10 AM ♥

Because the most beautiful love songs are written with a broken heart.

During the 2 months+ hiatus, I turned 21, got my heart broken & in turn broke someone else's heart. I swore to never write again because despite the smile plastered on my face, it hurts too much to recall & pen the thoughts & feelings down. So this is the last entry; the 'proper' closure that I never had in reality.

One last look at all the old entries, a flood of emotions came back to me. I was reminded of events that drove me into fits of anger, made me cry buckets, made me so happy I felt I could conquer the world & events I had totally forgotten about. It was almost like my life was flashing before my eyes. But I've decided that the rest of 2009 is going to be "the" new start. So I'm locking all these behind. This is to me, purging of sorts of my baggage and issues. I'm going forward with a clean slate, a better attitude and a brighter disposition. It feels like I've shed 1,331 pounds. It's all good.

-

I wanted freedom.
Bound and restricted.


I tried to give you up.



But I'm addicted. No more.


True love never expires.



& now my dear, the tale is over.

Labels: Stranger still than fiction.

Wednesday, December 3
9:02 AM ♥

Too many numbers in the title space.

I grew up watching many cousins and friends (and filthy rich American kids on MTV) celebrate the 'BIG' day (in this case, turning 21) and I'd always thought I would have mine planned to perfection - down to the icky little details like, 'the colour of my toe nails' when it comes but no (GASP!), I don't have a plan, at all.

Except throwing out all diet plans. That's a plan. After this week, my belly's gonna drag on the ground. "Ooh-mmm...Gravity, I shall overcome."

Hint: You can get me some dumb bells, a treadmill, throw in a pair of good running shoes for Christmas.

Once upon a december, I would've wanted to have those extravagant 'drinks on the house', 'champagne free-flow', 'Girls gone wild' kinda pool party and the works, but nay-uh, all that holds no appeal anymore. 21, a milestone, yes, but I figured it doesn't warrant me (or anyone) to spend all hard earned moolah on such extravagance when it only promises gratification for that few hours and 'BAM!', reality hits and I will have to fill my hungry stomach with plain water and eat grass for the whole of next month. Doesn't sound like a good deal to me. (Oh my god, am I getting the hang of being 21 or what?!)

You're curious as hell to know how I'm spending my 21. Honestly, I am too. (:

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Wednesday, November 12
10:03 PM ♥

Someone once suggested drawing a vial of eachother's blood.

Labels: Stranger still than fiction.

Thursday, November 6
2:39 AM ♥

Singapore is too hot, and not in a good way.

How's the new skin?
GOOD / NO GOOD

I like that it borders on morbid but I think it cramp things up. I wanted this initially but it's too narcissistic for my likes.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Thursday, October 30
11:02 PM ♥

♥

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Tuesday, October 14
10:28 PM ♥

Which translated, means "Seize the day", a descriptive term for literature that urges readers to live for the moment (from the Latin phrase seize the day, used by Horace).

How that is working on me. Hurhur.

Warning: It's THE mood.

While you debate half empty or half full, allow me to say "It's FULLY EMPTY." Only second day into my new and last (thank God) term and I'm already exhausted. I can't even summon up enough energy to feel excited that this is officially my last term.

Onto a totally different matter, my parents are here and I'm probably paying them a visit tomorrow; only because I want the home-cooked food my mom brought me. They're not here on leisure holiday and that (above) being my only reason for wanting to see them doesn't necessarily make me a horrible person, right? I won't choke on the home-cooked sambal pork and chilli tofu, will I?

There are times I listen to my heart, metaphorically speaking, (be still, beating heart - I'm not talking about you) and there are certain things I just know, but refuse to acknowledge because I cannot deal with the harsh reality of the situation. But my girlfriend keeps shoving all these ugly truths down my throat and I suspect she injects them into me even while I'm asleep. (:

She does it to protect me, I know but, can't someone view the world through rose-tinted glasses in peace?

& for kicks.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Monday, October 6
12:53 AM ♥

I try to say goodbye and I choke.

Hola. I am currently house-sitting now. Okayy, was. The owners just returned. In other words, I was Home Alone!!! /does Macaulay Culkin gasping pose

It has been one helluva month - I spent the whole bulk of my holiday slaving away and the perpetual grouchiness stemmed from the fact that I can't even check items off my wish-list with my meagre paycheck.

Come next this week, I've set aside the remaining days for the girlfriend, late-nights, sleep-in(s), Vagina Monologue, swimming, finishing up my books and simply lounging around. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Lie in the sunshine and fart my brains out. Whatever floats my boat s'long as I don't have to be on my feet running like a wind-up mouse.

I guess you could say I want to spend the last week before school r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g, if such a blissful word is allowed to exist in my dictionary. Sleep deprivation is making me crazy, hell, it's even got my menstrual cycle messed up, my eyebags are so heavy, you would think I kept two hump-back whales in them; my hair's supposed to be down to my ass by now but NO, it has 'stunted' growth, just like the rest of me.

In the case of updates,
I lost my ez-link aka student pass
on Saturday on bus no. 132. Could the ______ person (I've yet to decide if this said person's nice or horrible) in possession of an ez-link card encased in a Pink Betty Boop cardholder please bring it down to the lost and found counter at any of the MRT/Bus stations scattered island wide? The "Made In Indonesia" sticker slapped under my picture does not mean I've returned to my motherland and no longer need the much beloved ez-link card.

An abrupt end to this entry, but I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. On a sidenote, I hope people understand when I constantly reject offers to meet; be it for breakfast/lunch/high tea/dinner/supper and chooses instead to stay home and sleep. It's because that's all the time I've got, honestly. And I want it for myself.



Did I mentioned I now have two Polly Pockets shipped from US and UK respectively? The girlfriend bought it for me! (:
Says who am I too old for it.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Sunday, August 24
11:09 PM ♥

That, by the way, is a very nice outfit.

Is it me, or are there less cockroaches when it rains? Not that I'm complaining, they can drift off into a "forever" kinda sleep for all I care.

So I'm babbling. It's a sad excuse for an update but the other alternative is to talk about The Laptop. I doubt you want to hear me (READ about, in this case) rhapsodize about the meltdown of the laptop and the divine resurrection of it.

While we are on the topic of updates, I don't suppose it matters whether I babble on about my latest armpit hair fetish or the latest fantasy to take pictures of vomit comets since I don't think I have many readers following the sporadic updates of my degenerating blog.

In view of recent events, if I had to choose between having less/no readers OR more freaks as readers...I'll go for the former. Yeah, little Miss I'M-NASTY-AND-NOT-AT-ALL-GRACIOUS here still hasn't been able to let it go. Hello, I couldn't care less if my neighbour's house is on fire but I would wake up just to smack that mosquito who merely took a sip of my sweet sweet blood, dead. So why should you be an exception?

Coming back to the topic, yeah, my skin's still crawling from the fact that a smelly, fat (note the lethal combination) ogre incapable of generating his own thoughts and forming them into words (let alone coherent sentences) has been hungrily feeding off my words like a braindead patient on a life support machine. Again, my metaphor makes little sense, but that's not the major concern here. Eew.

You want some updates on me? I've been eating a lot of "Yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy" and "I-can-die-happy" kinda food. And "bumping into Nart" is an understatement. She almost ran me down.

And Hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Monday, August 18
2:00 AM ♥

%%%

& the good times that I had
makes today seem rather sad.

When you use me like an ashtray putting out all your anger in me again.
You got me feeling like I'm nothing.

Labels: Stranger still than fiction.

Wednesday, August 6
8:49 AM ♥

Let's face it, I've never been a gracious person.
you get what you give.

For the love of my class, you're off Captain Silver's hook (I'm being really lame).
& remember, you brought this upon yourself.

-

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Joker says, "Why so serious?"

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Tuesday, August 5
2:06 PM ♥

...I hope they all fall out.

Wouldn't it be an irony if someone plagiarizes an entry about plagiarism?
For an act of plagiarism, visit: http://black-tempest.blogspot.com/

PLAGIARISM

1. [n] the act of plagiarizing; taking someone's words or ideas as if they were your own
2. [n] a piece of writing that has been copied from someone else and is presented as being your own work
   

I'm so disgusted and pissed right now I just want to scream like a bad actress being slashed by a killer.



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SIM WEILONG aka Jack-ASS, the ripper - It's bad enough we all have to put up with your unabashed boot-licking in class and the fact that you're by nature the most annoying and conniving creature I've ever came across but to plagiarise? I never thought you were that low down. You're not even worth the dirt beneath my feet. Well, I suppose since you have the cheek to rip off my blog, you can withstand the humiliation that comes along with it. The ugly truth always prevails.

Stop 'drawing inspiration' (as yours truly will so kindly put it) from my entries. It's not my problem that your brain packed for vacation.

'Blog ripping' is so passe. I thought we'd have outgrown it and left that horrible habit for the 13 year old(s) still searching for their own identities.

To think he vehemently denied when I confronted him. What was it he said? ''I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know your blog's link." Oh, so it was pure coincidence you share the same vocabulary bank as I do, pure coincidence you share the same thoughts as I do, pure coincidence you phrase your words the exact same way I do, pure coincidence when you too, had 4 birthday celebrations and a HOMEMADE birthday cake and PURE COINCIDENCE again when you published at least 8 entries with contents from MY blog.

Pure coincidence is when you breathe the same air as I do, trip and roll down the longest flight of stairs ever, spilling your oily guts on the way down. That, is pure coincidence.

After rounds of gruelling interrogation only did he fess up to 'borrowing' my words. ROUNDSSS.

"I don't know what you would do", was the sad excuse for denying it the first couple of times I asked. EXCUSE ME? I stand at 1.56 m, weighs 55 kg whereas you TOWER over me and weighs FIVE times what I weigh. WHAT. ON. THIS. FREAKING. MELTING. EARTH. CAN. I. DO. TO. YOU?!

"I'm a coward", he said.

HELLO, I didn't ask for your middle name. Is that little name-calling suppose to appease me? I wouldn't even bat an eyeleash if you grovel at my feet with the word 'COWARD' splashed across your fat face.

When asked why he had to rip off and with such little tact (I mean, rip off WORD-FOR-WORD?!), he replied, "You expressed whatever I felt so I don't see the need to edit it. And it's my personal blog, I don't see what's wrong with it." WHAT'S WRONG?! How dare you stand there shaking your head as your freaking double chin wobble and threaten to bitch-slap your shoulders and ask me WHAT IS WRONGGG?!? Someone please tell me what is NOT wrong. Throughout primary school education we've been taught to 'express in our own words' for English comprehension. And as far as I can remember, ANY document or work carrying your name is equivalent to a warrant that the work is original and your own.

If there's nothing wrong with what you did (and still doing), does that mean that I can pick up a book and upon deciding that I like it because it 'inspires' me; I can rip it off, slap on a new title like, 'CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE FUCKING RIPPER SOUL' then publish it under MY name and call it MINE?

Before I end off, WHY delete all my beautiful tags, Weilong? Afraid people will know of your dirty little secret? Sorry, I'm not good at keeping 'em.

THERE! Another new entry.
Go on, rip it Weilong! This entry surely speaks volumes about YOU. (:

Labels: This deserves a WOW.

Friday, August 1
9:30 PM ♥

That's the movie I want to watch.

3:58 PM
The gates of hell swings open today, they're all over the place. First day of the hungry ghost festival and I've already met a ghost before dawn even descended. Ghost of my past, that is.

The recognition in your eyes sent chills up and down my spine yet my skin felt blazed where you set your eyes upon.

I think I'm making myself ill with stress.

-

On a happier note, let's go back in time...to this morning.

7:00 AM
(note: I'm not suppose to be awake until an hour later)
drifting between sleep and consciousness, I heard Nic say, "Eh your letter, I open ah." In the next instant, I was rudely jolted out of snooze state by Nic's squeals of excitement and "good morning" was a blur of lanky arms flailing and a letter thrust in my face.

"What, what, WHAT!?" and then, "OH. MY. GOD."

A few minutes of weird victory dance followed. Then Nic gave me the usual 'peck, goodbye, see you later, scurries out the door', and I, clutching the letter, drifted back to sleep.

8:36 AM
Naturally, I woke up late.

The first thing that came into my mind was, "Fuck, I'm late! Nic, you didn't call me!!!" BUT, instead of jumping out off bed and into the shower, I took my phone and text Nic: "Poo never call me!? I'm lateee! Haha!" Not the wisest move and it sure makes you wonder if words like 'punctuality'and 'urgency' exist in my dicitionary.

Text sent, I still didn't hit the showers. I laid in bed dazed, then turned my attention to the letter. (smiling like a goofball the whole time) Cliché as it may sound, I had to pinch myself. This morning felt strange, the letter feels strange, the contents in the letter, even stranger. If I read the letter over and over again, will the contents in it change? It's a thin line between imaginary and the real, and sometimes I don't trust myself to distinguish between the two.

"Congratulations for doing well in your studies."

Ohmygod, I got a scholarship?!?

Labels: flowers in your hair.

Thursday, July 24
5:07 PM ♥

Nothing short of awesome.


See those fishes feeding off me? (actually, those are Sweetie Seah's legs, you can only see the beginning of my fat feet.) So I was saying, they chewed off my right big toe.
Really?! No, not really. Nic's idea of therapy soon became mine too.
I want fishies eating me, I like fishies eating me!

Why is there an ugly black triangle on the upper left corner?
(Took me a minute to decide if that was left or right. Hahaha!)

It looks like _ _ _(fill in the blanks)_ _ _.

If you have the same warped sense of humour and imagination as I do, you'd know, sure as the sky is blue. If you don't, give it up. It's better that way.

This entry is senseless but life doesn't make sense. So, make do.

Labels: flowers in your hair.

Tuesday, July 15
2:51 PM ♥

wanted.
No walk-in interview required.



Hola! One of the assignments in my design class is to design a magazine cover and my inspiration sprouts from my favourite local Juice magazine. Your task is easy, just tell me which you like best.

Yours truly.
As random as flowers in your hair.

Labels: flowers in your hair.

3:13 AM ♥

Let's flip a coin.
Heads, you're mine. Tails, I'm yours.

I like that there's someone as anal as I am out there who proofs read on my behalf. Gracias.

-

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Labels: Talk cock sing song.

Tuesday, July 8
5:01 PM ♥

...what they mean when they say 'Silence is golden'.

Next time, remind me to put my foot where my mouth is.
Second day into the new term and already things are spiraling down, down, down.
Say hello to Missy Scapegoat.

Oh, mood swing, mood swing.
Like I always say, if you can't take me at my worse worst, you definitely don't deserve me at my best.

Gbye boo boo-filled day! (That's putting it nicely. What I really meant to say was, "The hell with you!") I feel sooo much better coming home to Nic and Tiny. Tomorrow is vaccination day for my new baby! And the fact that Nicky's mom bought me a very pretty sun dress works well to soothe all boo boos, too. Thank god for small favours. (:

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Saturday, June 28
12:03 AM ♥

If you were a kiss, I know I'll be a hug.


Through this I realized that I like balloons, and yards of endless plain pastures; and I prefer cloudy days (second to stormy days but The little sticker book didn't include raindrops and lightning bolts) over sunny days. And that I will be contented living with just one cat and two bumble bees.

A picturesque description of paradise.
Create your own with The Little Small Sticker Book by ~snut

Have fun!

Labels: flowers in your hair.

Tuesday, June 24
2:27 AM ♥

Q: Fall in love with ________.

T for Tiny, whom I absolutely adore.
T for Tuesday, hopefully a better day.
T for Tea, the one drink I couldn't have today.
T for Tentacles so I can get more things done.
T for Taciturn; temperamentally disinclined to talk.
T for Tantrums, something I've been on the verge of throwing.
T for Ta-ta which means bye bye, right?

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Wednesday, June 18
3:05 PM ♥

Bellina, in more ways than one.

Labels: Stranger still than fiction.

Tuesday, June 17
1:59 AM ♥

That's the temperature outside.
& very possibly the boiling point of my blood for the past few days.

The inside of my cheeks are sore from chewing on them. That's for holding back my anger.

I want a shirt that says, "GO AWAY." & "DON'T TOUCH ME." I dread going to work now because I have to see a very disgusting 'man-pig' who has nasty (those knock-the-wind-out-of-you kinda) body odour. Buster, the next time you hit my boob (or any part of me for the matter) 'accidently', I'm gonna slice off your balls with a blunt knife, blend it and then spread it on your toast like bread and butter. Yummy mummy. But seriously, you smell so woofuckinghoo bad, I wouldn't go near you with a ten foot pole. You and I both know I detest you, so keep it that way and keep out of my way.

How nice it would be if people's hearts came with peepholes. I'll stick a tube through it and pour acid in.

-

This holiday,
weekdays are reserved for work and Visual Diary. With an exception of certain dates like this coming wednesday. Weekend mornings used to be reserved for work too but I've decided to reward myself with the company of lovely people I promised to meet and, more rest days.

First session of Visual Diary went well and Ash showed us a couple of videos after the session. Made me laugh so hard but it's still second to last night in bed! We (Nic & I) were practically snorting under our comforter. It was good but tiring, laughing so hard at 4:00 am.

I just bathed Tiny baby and I think we're keeping him! :D He's so used to sleeping on our bed, I doubt he'll have it any other way. I really, really hope we can keep him. I would even trade shopping for him, seriously. Cuddlebums! He's waiting for me to sleep!

So anyway, enjoy, cos this is all you're getting from me. I won't be replying texts nor returning calls; simply because I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. Can't promise when this spell will past so till then, gbye.

01. "BUHLUD"


02. FIRE 'TRUCK'


03. Happy-Mad, just like me.


04. Once Bitten, Not Enough

Labels: Full report.

Wednesday, June 11
5:59 PM ♥

WHAT'S THE STORY, MORNING GLORY?

Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!

(Don't need to count, I'll tell you I said it 13 times.)

Until I get it, I'll settle for this one week+ old 'new' cat round the block.


Little Nicky/Chip/Zip/Tiny/Ti-ti (derived from 'Tiny', pronounced 'Tai-Tai')

Charming little guy ain't he? I love, love, love, love him to bits; from the tip of his little brown nose to the bottom of his black-pink paws!

-

On a more serious note, I had a dream a couple of nights back and someone kept singing this line over and over again:

"Don't chase the air, I know it's wind, it can't get away."

I think it would be silly of me to read too deep into a dream but this has to be the most...moving, most realistic(?) dream I've ever had. See, I can't even put a finger to it. It wasn't anything eerie. On second thought, maybe it was.

My dreams usually consists of images speeding past my closed eyelids but this particular dream was like a record playing over and over again. No images, only singing. I felt really light and relaxed, then a wave of malaise washed over me for a brief instant and the singing got so loud and persistent, it actually woke me up - much to my annoyance and I remember saying out loud, "Ok ok, I heard you ok? Enough!" and typed it into my phone. I would never have been able to remember it otherwise.

I have many theories about it but I don't think it's nice to bore you with a dry monologue about my dream predictions.

How would you construe it?

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Monday, May 26
1:10 AM ♥

I say, just 'cos.

Yay, it's Monday again, which means we're into another new week. Which also means we're drawing nearer to the holidays, again!

That said, last week was very much like every other week except that I had my weekends cramped with extra activity instead of just work and play. On second thought, the extra activity was a combination of both work & play. For many, the weekends, Sunday especially, is their day of rest from the relentless pace of work, office and school, from the white noise of the metropolis, from the petty, mundane concerns that weighs us down in the heady rush of life and routine. It hasn't been quite a weekly endeavour for me.

If you ask me, I think the weekend passes by me too fast. Just Friday, I was working hard on my feet, trying my best to be a good receptionist, and a good publicist, and a hostess, all rolled into one. Then came the 'letting down your hair' part; contrary to that, my hair was all neatly tucked up in a 'Nip/Tuck' fashion. I got royally pissed and...it felt deliriously good for awhile but when realization that I've got work in the morning the next day sank in...woo boy. Good thing a cup of hot tea did it for me and no nasty hangover the next day.

Saturday was good in a 'I've-got-no-urgent-issues-to-attend-to' kinda way so Nic dressed me up (I felt like Barbie!) and we went crazzzzzy shopping but came back empty-handed. She did a repeat today and yielded the same result. Haha!

In the time it took me to blink, Monday has come and replaced Sunday. I feel like I'm being forced into battle mode without prior notice nor proper training. Like, if I were a sticky note or a magnet on a calendar, I was yanked off Friday, last week and placed on Monday, this week, figuratively speaking.

Right now, instead of snuggling between the covers for a good night's sleep, I'm online asking/searching for directions to get to Anglo-Chinese High (Independent). The lack of sleep, topped with a parched throat that never seems satiated no matter how many gallons of barley I down. Here's my cue to say, "My throat feels like a bitch."

I'm still awaiting my official 'rest day' where I can literally veg out in the straight line of a fan and clear my mind of debris, flotsam and itsy bitsy nitty gritty. This exhaustion, more so mental than physical, can be remedied by a couple of days of sleeping in late.

Labels: This deserves a WOW.

Saturday, May 17
11:01 PM ♥

Run away, run away.
And make tomorrow harder to live than today.

A sudden urge to revisit a site Char and I used to visit back in secondary school years.



(Chicken, the way you like it.)

Nothing has changed, the subservient chicken remains obedient, if not more subservient (if he can be any more, that is). Oh but the chicken rejected my request for a hug.

-

Righto! My company's back, which means the chicken wings are ready! Marilyn's mom's one helluva cook. Mmmm...!

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Saturday, May 10
2:59 AM ♥

...& hear the slow rumble of an approaching thunderstorm. Yay!

I had a rotten day. It's one of those "I woke up with my eyebrows shaved off/my dog ate my homework, choked & died/I left the house & a bus ran over my toes/then I tripped & fell flat on my face, skirt hitched over my head in front of the school heart throb" kind of bad day. It is THAT rotten. I left school with my head burning from anger and the only thing on my mind was to run home and curl up into a ball of self pity. The hormones made it worse.

But alas, I still went out in the end and ended up making impulse purchases; earrings (oh, my one & only guitly pleasure), ring, wallet (whaaat?!). It could've been the rotten day that clouded my decision making but I lived without a wallet for the past couple of months; I could easily live without one for another few months, years even, but no, I had to listen to the devil in me and fritter away my hard-earned cash. And because I was in sucha lousy mood, Nic didn't even try to stop the purchase. That and the fact that we were very late on meeting the girls. So it was 'in-grab-pay-out'. Argh!!! Now my wallet and I have a love/hate relationship. I bought a wallet but have no cash to fill it with.

-

And because I feel so much better after a night out with a group of insanely adorable people, it's just fair to reward you voyeurs with some pictures.


Don't you absolutely hate it when people
interrupt your camwhoring? (:


In Nic's world of love, I'm 2nd to this.
She would rather spend $9 on this than to feed me.
So, I'm not as satisfying as this 45g worth of love,
totally understandable.

-

Off the cuff, there are 8 Birthdays in May and 3 chalets. Out of which, two falls on the same day. That said, I shall go to neither.

G'night prying eyes.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber

Tuesday, May 6
6:15 PM ♥

No, this is not going to be a retrospective. I'm thankfully quite wrapped up in the present these days.

I call this: an experiment to see how quickly I can blog before heading out.

What other news through yonder window breaks? Yesterday we won 2nd in the competition for National Day celebration in the Heartlands and are now 'immensely' rich to the tune of $75 each. $600 prize money in total to be split among 8 Oompa Loompa(s). (:

When they announced the winners yesterday, somewhere in the back of my mind, a choir started singing. All the nights we tolled without sleep and even when I do manage to sleep, I dreamt about the project. Literally. Oh, the price to pay for success.

4 entries from my class, 3 won. Even the 1 group that didn't win, they did well above average. These wins meant a lot to us, me in particular. Hopefully it means the teachers will finally see our class in a different light. No longer THE Black sheep among the event management classes.

So anyway, we've been given the day off for working so hard and I cleared my sleep debt and slept a total of 12 hours...and I can sleep again!

A lot has been happening. New modules, new projects, new time table. The time table has returned to its glorious days. Tuesdays and Wednesdays Fridays (thanks for pointing this out Sharie, I really ought to proof read), I start at 11am and 12pm respectively. Woohoo!

Given that the chronological distance between each of these entries has relegated their disclosures to generalities, I don't think I have anything else interesting to say.

Labels: Blah Blah Blabber