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Friday, April 30 Thus, with a heavy heart
She bids adieu. And she closed her eyes ... -->Eels - Beautiful Freak<--
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Tuesday, April 27 My present disposition pushes me to prevaricate,
Seeking aimlessly to inveigle a Star. Discard the wasteless desultory talk abountiful, For all its alleged cries were sheer specious claims. Would I persist in this fatuous belief, Of concupiscence with Nabokov's Lolita? Savouring thoughts of One ardently, My mind relishes in its vainglory. So One's heart skips two beats, But mine, no less than three. -->Plumb - Stranded<--
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Sunday, April 25 Sitting in reverie, idle thoughts lap gently like waves upon the shores of the mind,
Finely woven nuance displays the beauty of subtlety. Eradicating all visible emblems of conscience, For a simple stain would wreck its fairness. As languor seeps tragically through every crevice, Sordid emotions crumble like falling glass. Lost is the unbridled and wild passion, Renewed henceforth, is all but a facade.
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Saturday, April 24 Great, I felt like I was in some Red Corner of a boxing match last night. My jaw's so swollen as if I got punched squarely on it...and the best part? Remember the previous entry about my chipped tooth? Well well, what have we here ... the filling dropped out in my sleep! Splendid isn't it. Woke up in the middle of the night feeling something hard on my tongue, took it out and promptly threw it on the floor. Then my tongue moved around in my mouth and horror of all horrors, realised the sharp chip cutting into my tongue. *Curses*
And my dentist refused to see me today cos he said I just had an Op yesterday and he doesn't wanna do anything to my teeth just yet. (Flashes a bottom-half-tooth-missing lopsided grin) Now, things can't get any better, can they?! -->Jimmy Soul - If You Wanna Be Happy<--
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Friday, April 23 I cannot get the incessant bugging of the drilling out of my head, it's as if it's on auto-play of some sort. Reminds me of the time when I had my tattoo done, I swear I could hear the vibrations of the needle for a good long time. So I paid a visit to my dear ol' gentle dentist this morning at 830 AM, and I was out of the place at 915 AM. Of course with a swollen cheek, profusely bleeding gum, and how could I forget .. a numb right-side of my face all the way to my ear, with bloodstained saliva dripping down the right corner of my mouth? I had to keep dabbing at it with my tissue paper which invoked the stares of the rest of the commuters in the train. I cannot stand the sight of blood, and there was a lot of blood this morning ... I mean, even now! But don't ask me how I make it through the cursed 7 cramping days every month. It's been six hours and it's still bleeding (sigh). I cannot open my mouth, I cannot speak, I cannot eat, I cannot sing, I cannot laugh.
Why do I always get such unpleasant reasons to visit the dentist? On June 24th 2003, I chipped my tooth, my front bottom tooth, in Malaysia. And by the time I rushed back to our lil sunny island, all the dental clinics were closed. I really wonder what the hell was in that fried rice, I barely started on the scrumptuous dinner that was laid out in front of me. When I bit into that fateful spoonful of fried rice, all hysteria broke loose. I've always fussed about my teeth, it's the only nice thing about me. What the Goddesses got me for my birthday present in JC2 was a laugh! A whole sock filled with toothpaste, toothbrush, floss, mouthwash, towelette, a rinsing glass and a roll of mint. Ha. Oh well, so much for fussing about my pearly whites (Flashes her 1000watt smile) Now that 1/4 of my wisdom has been removed, I dread returning visits to remove the remaining 3/4. Wouldn't that make me really unwise then. Alright, I'm cheesy yes I know. But WHY did my wisdom teeth have to pop out and yet some other lucky people do not have to experience it? *Rolls eyes* I concluded I have excess of wisdom, that's why ... -->Olive - Smile<-- PS: What an apt song title I must say. (Forces a painful smile)
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Thursday, April 22 Okay peeps, I know I just posted an entry like FIVE friggin minutes ago. But I need an avenue to express my utmost shock and concern for America. Are they DEAF or BLIND or DUMB. La Toya London in the bottom 3, with Fantasia Barrino AND Jennifer Hudson?!!? What has America come to? Goodness. And somebody, PLEASE enlighten me as to why that pubescent carrothead of a John Stevens is still hanging around...oh dear Lord. *Smacks the table*
-->Tori Amos - Crucify<--
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Have you all heard the song "Ironic" by Alanis? Well, it's always been one of my favourites, and I really love the bridge because I think it's so fucking ironically true, plus of course I love the melody of it ...
"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's okay and everything's going right And life has a funny way of helping you out When you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face" -->KD Lang - Constant Craving<--
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Tuesday, April 20 Why am I doing this to ... myself.
-->Mono - Life in Mono<--
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Monday, April 19 Another 4 more hours till I declare myself free from the choking hold of the education system. Well, free for 3.5 months at least. *Cheers*
Anyway, you know the dreadful curse of having your last paper after a many-day-break from your other papers? Well, I am hit by it. Yes, once again. The same thing happened for the O'level A.Math paper, where I think we had a week plus break till that final paper? (Scowls) In addition, it absolutely does not make things any better by finally drifting off to slumberland at 4:58 AM. A myriad of thoughts were scrambling around in my head; seemingly playing hide-and-seek with my Ego and Super-ego while they tried to hunt those thoughts down. How tiring... And then to top things up, I had like funny dreams in the period of 2 hours, (I got up at 7:02 AM). The dream that caused me to be all jumpy was about my Thai; which so happens to be my last paper aye. So I dreamt ... that the results of the Oral was out and I was the one with the lowest mark of 3/20! *Yelps* And the rest of the Thai students got at least an 11! Horror of all horrors! I thought this only happened to me with regards to Mandarin! I'm always the only one in class who fails the Oral, or the sole one who manages a PASS while the rest obtain Merits and Distinctions. Ack! (Glances at Emmy and Mel) Chan taay l33w! I also had another dream that I recall, but I decided not to tell y'all about it. *Smirks* -->George - Breathe In Now<--
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Sunday, April 18 Unnecessity. I think I just landed myself in a pile of viscous lava. Very uncalled for. I'm not usually one who wears my emotions on my sleeve, but I reckon I have just illustrated how terrible I am at doing that. And why do I always make such fatuous enquiries. I do deserve a string of impugnations.
(Smacks the table) Initially, I was planning for this entry to manifest itself as a tirade, but I realised I'm way too fatigued to bother. And now it's metamorphed into boring teatime palaver. -->Chris Isaak - Somebody's Crying<--
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Thursday, April 15 So I am down with 4 out of 5 papers .. PHEW.
Anyways, had a paper last night which ended at 7, and us students were all made to wait till 720 while the excruciatingly-slow-counters-of-invigilators took their own sweet time to count about 1000 scripts. Ha, alright alright, so that's a lot of scripts ... Decided to walk to this FAR AWAY bus stop to avoid the horrific human traffic at the pathetically small bus-stops in school; but my friends and I ended up waiting at least half an hour for 198 to arrive, but it sure beats waiting with the other 1000 more ppl for 96 or 95! And I eventually stepped into my home at 9.15pm, all soaked in sweat, and on an empty stomach. The weather has been a real killer the past 3 days ..(fans herself) So I slept at 2 last night, this morning rather .. and got up 4 hours later to ensure I would be in school on time for my 9am paper. Walked to the MRT station and once again, I was drenched with sweat. *Groans* And the best part of it all? I did not manage to get a seat all the way until OUTRAM PARK! (Breathes) Standing there with my heavy bag and my lecture notes ...*Matronly voice* See children, this is the fate you would have to endure if you become dilatory in nature like me, doing all the 59th minute of the 11th hour revision. *Wags finger in warning* So well, the morning paper went pretty alright ... the one and only paper I can say that for. (Sulks) Now, after that paper, I was dumped with a 6hr break, and what did procrastinator me do? Central Library. In the futile and overly-ambitious attempt of completing all the material needed to be covered for the 5pm paper. And .... that paper sucked. Right to the core. OH YES, the Library. Something really embarrassing happened to me. I was so tired out the whole day, and after every chapter I finished I would doze off for a while with my head on the table. Then I wanted to stretch my neck, so I leaned back into my seat with the back of my head resting on the top of my chair. That position was so comfortable I entered slumber, and it felt sooooo good ... soon enough, I grunted! Okay, I don't know if that was a grunt or a snort or a groan, but you get the picture. The funny thing is, I heard myself, and I sprang up and stared at the girls sitting in front of me and they burst out laughing! I was so fucking embarrassed I murmured "Excuse me" ... Well, at least one of them was nice enough (I thought!) to comment to me "It's okay, we're all tired", but then she proceeded to resume her laughter thereafter. (Blushes incessantly) Yes, I'm such a pig, and a hippopotamus as well. *glances at a certain individual* Anyway, moving on ........ Monday .. the 19th of April, my last paper - Thai and then FREEDOM, time to kickstart my gear and resume my sports regime! *Chants* "I must I must I must increase my bust!" Okay I'm kidding, I don't need any further increment. -->Stina Nordenstam - I Came So Far For Beauty<--
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Tuesday, April 13 My sanity is held on by a thin silver thread. The only thing that maintains my self-possession is my music.
I have never panicked during an exam paper before. In fact, I do not recall panicking before, during OR after an exam ever. But it happened to me yesterday...DURING the paper. I stared at these 2 particular questions (which was 65 out of the total mark of 100), and my legs started shaking and I was clasping my jeans very tightly, and I could not breathe, and I didn't feel my existence in the world for that 3 seconds. Then I managed to pull my eyes away from the paper, prying my eyes away from the paper took a lot of effort and it exhausted me; and I shut my eyes and prayed. By the time I opened my eyes, I could feel the protoplasm in me again. However ... in place of the seemingly out-of-body experience, I was crippled by a dizzy spell AND nausea. Geewhizz. And yes, the paper went very badly as I'm sure most of you would have infered by now. Besides, statistics never went with "Sheryl". So ... I can almost feel a very very low CAP that will hit the very bottoms .. and a 6-module workload next semester. (Heavy sigh) The only way out of retaking the Stats, is to change my major. Ah well. This is so embarrassing. To actually fail an Arts module. -->Ive Mendes - Night Night<--
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Friday, April 9 How ironic that the Miss Singapore-Universe hails from the Engineering faculty of NUS. *Looks at her fellow Arts Fac girl friends* Alright ... MAYBE there are a few exceptions from Engin, maybe not. *sniggers*
So she was interviewed on Perfect 10 last evening on Jive Drive; the conversation between the DJ and Her follows as such: DJ: So how are you gonna juggle between your studies and this now? Her: I have written a letter to the Dean and asked for one semester deferment so that I can concentrate on the pageant. DJ: And how did it go? Her: He has agreed to my request. Thank God. DJ: What's the name of your Dean? (SILENCE) (MORE SILENCE) Then ... DJ: Oh, you don't know the name? Her: Aiya, there are so many Deans, what! Alright, so I don't even know the name of the Dean of my Arts Fac, but hey, if you DID write a letter to your Dean, how is it possible you don't know his/her name? -->Artful Dodger - Movin' Too Fast<-- |