Wednesday, September 30, 2009

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to do
School
  • Find research materials for essays
  • Finalize Harvard style citation requirements
  • Plan for Managing the organisation essay 2
  • Revise for economics quiz over the weekend
  • Write definitions
  • Copy statistics lab answers into manual from Blackboard
Etc
  • Make some time to do some typography that you've been thinking of for 2 weeks now
  • Design "coupon/flyers" for Halloween Flea (ask and to be approved by Jeannette)
  • Open UOB or Standard Charted savings account
  • Buy new knickers
  • Maybe help mum plan Dad's 60th birthday celebration at Marriott.
  • Figure out what to do for birthday this month

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Monday, September 28, 2009

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Cal and I are watching world series of poker and we watched a really amazing hand. At the turn card we both went "OH". Wow I sound like one of those guys watching football now...

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HELLO WORLD. TODAY I AM FEELING ABSOLUTELY GIGGLY FOR NO SENSIBLE RHYME OR REASON. BOYFRIEND IS STARING AT ME FUNNY. AND MY BESTFRIEND THINKS I HAVE ISSUES.

WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I AM THE GREATEST.

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Calvin: Eh Bee, did you happen to be hungry yesterday before you slept?
Cheryl: Heh? No.
Calvin: You were chewing air in your sleep. Your air-dream-munchies look delicious. NOM NOM NOM. -Displays chewing action-.

I am ridiculous even when I'm asleep!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

Futuristic Sexy Politics

Cal and I spent about 3 hours or more at Delifrance studying and for him writing up his proposal. We're astounded by the work business consultants have to do. What I learn from school is not going to cover up the need for the crazy amount of creativity and brain storming needed. Consultants are indeed brilliant. But I also realised how much I like discussing about business with him (or maybe anyone).

Oh and we bought 2 more books to add to my little library. More Isaac Asimov.

Cheryl: God foundation always has to start slow and here we go again with the ridiculous number of names.
Calvin: You will like mine, the sexy politics are beyond massive and coming soon.
Cheryl: Oh, you mean like you recently?
Calvin: HaHAR you.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Disco Flakes

I had A-OMGASM-AWBIMBOTICSOME TIME today with Pearl and Veronica from school.

I came home to Cal being sceptical about how long a manicure can possibly be cause we had to wait and Pearl had hers done first. Until I showed him my new improved cat claws to him.

For once I finally have long nails and feel so utterly feminine. I have artifical plastic gel nails now, in gold and black gitter.
They are so pretty to look at, I am mesmerised by my own nails.
I might actually quit my nail peeling-security feature-as good as games on the iPhone-nonsense because being a vain woman costs so much money. Well more like it's virtually impossible to peel a nail when they are so long already plus are as hard as nails (punnnn).

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Although it has become a huge bitch to even type a simple text on my mobile, I cannot drink from can drinks alone (someone has to open it for me), Calvin has to remove my watch for me everyday and I also spent 2 minutes struggling to get my EZ-Link card off the floor.
BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY-NESS-EST TO THE MAXIMUM THE PHOTO DOES NOT DO ANY JUSTICE TO HOW GORGEOUS THEY ARE.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Irresistible Revolution

BY: Shane Claiborne
I cannot write a review on this book without applying it to my belief in faith. I cannot write about his writings other than it is descriptively powerful and funny. Most definitely cannot treat this memorabilia as a novel. So I'm going to write it with accordance to my faith, beliefs and still constant doubts.
From dressing the wounds of lepers in Calcutta to living among the homeless in Philadelphia to visiting families in Iraq, social activist Claiborne strives to live an authentic Christian life. In his view, he is a radical in the truest sense of the word, returning to the roots of Christianity by living as Jesus did and doing "small things with great love." A partner-founder of the Philadelphia-based faith community Simple Way, he presents an evangelical Christianity gentler and more inclusive than is usually seen, especially in the mass media. Although the book isn't an autobiography, in it Claiborne reports much about his life: growing up in the Bible Belt, becoming a Jesus freak, moving to Philadelphia despite his family's misgivings, and helping the homeless there. A moving, often humorous account of a life of faith lived to the fullest.
This is the first Christian book I've ever read unless you count the children's Bible (Yes, I have not read the Bible. Ever.). Whilst normally I love to be the denying lost sheep, I picked this book up because of the spark I had once I laid my eyes on its title.
Yes, I am your typical born Catholic sceptic.
Baptised, confirmed. Yet I left Church on a Sunday morning and only came back on dates that I felt like it. Most probably only come back to God on my dying bed.

I felt touched by this book, it made me bring back the moments I felt God was there. The peace I had at irremediable calamity and the Rosary that gave me sleep. However, where can I get the strength to see through the imperfections of the world, the different religious groups and myself.

I can understand Shane's undying compassion for others, I can also see myself taking a holiday in the future to help some village in the 3rd world. I could not however be like him and live poorly, devoted to my fate and I am just one of the many who feel the exact same way.
There is no complete selflessness in helping others. Even though sometimes we do things out of no reason that instant sweetness you give to the world is for your own satisfaction. "Do good and feel good." That is what it means. There is no wrong to it of course. I could do with a exponentially decreasing number of assholes around. What makes people who can give up everything at such a young age(not the 40 year olds who are tired of the rat race after successfully climbing the ladder)? How can these people be so selfless, I have no clue. And I bet I don't even have the faith and complexity to understand this.

I do not see myself living poorly just because someone is. I am not oblivious nor ignorant. I just do not see how my WILLING state of poverty can possibly be of any help to them. How is it people can work to give it all away? What is it about these poor people who deserve a constant share of my hard work. How do you differentiate between someone who could possibly help themselves apart from those who have no medium to.
How would I know some lazy bastard isn't taking advantage of my graciousness. And if someone tells me the Bible says give all because you can to anyone. Is God really so free to take care of injustice?
I really think God is angry with the world, you have all your natural disasters, religious wars, mutating viruses. He's not going to bother about me, I mean the Bible says "Help yourself so God can help you" right? So why can't I be a protective asshole and be selective?
Anyway I'm sure that Noah's Ark will be up and running again soon. I'll willingly die to cleanse the world really.

Then you have your religious wars. Or even better dominations of one belief divided by different interests, ways to worship and focus. They debate and debate with each other all day. Which one came first, what you're doing is wrong, have you no respect, why can't the revolutionized way of worship be the right way.
Why is it some Christian must always be up in my face and say why are you idolizing Mother Mary, she is not God. Why are you idolizing Jesus (but yeah Catholics love praying to lots of people but our main focus is our Father), he is the son of God, not the almighty. Okay so Jesus did this and that. But really do you think God should have come down himself to get you to notice his power? Then we might as well worship our pope, bishops, priests, monks and nuns.

Really must some Christian tell me "The right way"? If I have a stubborn hold to what I was born into, you can't really ask me to be logical right? And if I'm stubborn but know no shit about my own Catholic ways how do you expect me to compare myself to you? Why must we differ ourselves? We both love the almighty what is the problem really?
The Bible says lead those into righteousness, my Bible and yours are slightly different but same stories. People say don't interpret the Word of The Lord wrongly then you cannot be certain who is right any more.

I feel there is no proper place for religion in this world any more. We ambitious human beings, want to climb beyond the sky and have no problems at the possibility of entering the gates of higher hell. Today, we are so preoccupied by jobs, families and hierarchies. Have so many options out of simpletons.

I would say we can do without religion for now at least. What we need is love and compassion to stop killing each other for now. We can worry about the politics of religion later right now, we have to love our own brothers and sisters.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Straight Idiots

I had someone on my messenger contact list with a personal message that went "If you drink, smoke or enjoy sleeping around, I'M BETTER THAN YOU! - I GOT STRAIGHT EDGE!"
I went on to argue with that person, an ex-classmate just for the fun of it.

Is straight edge a way for the religiously insane to look cool? The poor punk rock kids with rotten leather jackets unable to pay for cigarettes and alcohol to still be in the culture?

If punk rockers were all up for rebellion and going against the social norms how come they listened to "This and that is bad."
Aren't we all about stereotypes and don't we just hate people who say they're something but end up not?

A oei oei punk rocker, most probably an asshole, kicks everything that isn't nailed to the ground, has ridiculous hair because he wants to look different. He is also very against the government and social norms, he tells everyone that. And then all of a sudden a sub breed call straight edgies want all that but also want abstinence? Then they are better than everyone else cause they get to be different and socially responsible at the same time?
But for the politicians because they are already directed towards goodness and they cannot go back. They can be great leaders and thinkers but if they sleep around or need their whiskey everyday. Then they are cursed by the public for being not what they should be/said to be.

Even the Church says don't do this don't do that but it doesn't say because you don't do all that means you're greater than everyone else. Our father, the lord does not favour and he certainly doesn't think some are better than others.
If the Church does not think some are better than others, do I really have to take a bunch of kids who are confused and out to 'discover themselves' seriously? Just because they listened to an older 'musically inclined' bunch screaming out "Be good so you can be at the top of the hierarchy" when they are obviously pfffft.

If there's a smoker/drinker/fucker who's sweet and considerate he is less of an asshole who doesn't but is a little mother-fucker.
If there's 2 assholes and one is a smoker/drinker/fucker. They are still equal assholes just that one is healthier.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Lousy Low Libido

Tonight was supposed to be Texas Drink'em Poker. Cal was on PKR.com playing a tournament and playing with a hand with me. Double tables eh? Apparently I cannot let him play poker before he plays with me or I'll lose hands down.
I fell asleep after that cause he was busy and I had nothing to entertain myself with. And then he woke me up in 4AM in the morning to have a disappointing 10 minute sex. But he did win US$220 for getting first place among 2000 over people. But still, 4AM IN THE DAMN MORNING? WITH IMPROPER FOREPLAY, NO SAFEWORD FOR BONDAGE, QUICKLY FORMED BLISTERS FROM ROPES, PAINFUL SEX AND ONLY ONE ROUND?
WALAOOOOOOO.

Dramatic...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Fong Ting Tan Ting

Swensen's Icecream buffet... For Rachel's birthday celebration. I got lost again wandering around Ion. Ridiculous structure that is so gigantic.

Well it was a surprise that Chuwei coordinated with me. I casually asked her the day before about her birthday plans and repeatedly told her things like: "Sharyn's not free, so we'll meet and celebrate our birthdays after her A levels." "We can go for your post birthday shopping spree together next month though."

Meh, kept hugging her the whole day. Lesbian...

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What's wrong with my face really? It's so... curvy?
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Friday, September 18, 2009

Pens Down

I have never felt so utterly defeated by an essay. This is ridiculous, not only do I understand very little about the topic. At my attempts at further reading I get more and more confused.
I hate writing academic essays cause my thought process is always so clearly seen in writing. I try my best to follow my guideline but I end up unnecessarily adding even more details. To the point that my sentence structure is non existent.
And to make things worse I'm confused between doing three things at the same time: rewriting my paragraphs, improving sentence structure and adding damn references.
I wish I could stop complicating and thinking in depth about everything that I happen to lay my eyes on. My mind is clearly over-worked and going haywire.

I'm so glad I didn't take up journalism, I'm such a disappointment to myself...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Jobless Bloke

Cal tendered today whilst he's not very sure why it was a good decision. He did it cause it was the only way. Most people wouldn't call it a very good time to quit since there are so many degree holders out there still jobless. Others think everyone should pull through and succumb to the first job hierarchy they enter. The boy's stressed out about the future and frustrated by his paper limitations.

"Just because I'm jobless now doesn't mean you can leave me."
Adorable one, of course not.

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Angora Rabbit-00

At first, you might think this animal is a giant ball of fluff, but there really is a rabbit in there. These large rabbits were bred specifically for the fluffiness. There are four recognized breeds, as well as several unrecognized breeds. They range from WTF fluffy (English), pretty fluffy (French, Satin) to large, but not super fluffy (Giant).

Fun Fact: Just in case you didn’t realize how fuzzy these guys are, you can actually buy clothes and yarn made entirely of Angora rabbit fur (with no harm done to the animal).

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Just You And Me


Artiste: Zee Avi
Track From Album: (Self titled)

You were sitting at the coffee table where you're reading Kierkegaard | Minutes later, you proceeded to say something that almost broke my heart

You said, "Darling, I am tired of livin' my routined life. | There's so much in the world that i'd like to soak up with my eyes." | Well, baby i never did stop you from going out to explore | We can do it all together from the colds of the poles to the tropics of Borneo

Ba da da ba da...

Let's pack our bags | and lie on the easy stream | feel the water on our backs | where we can carry on dreamin' | where we can finally | be where we'd like to be | Darlin', just you and me | Just you and me...

So Darlin', what do you say? | Does that sound like a plan to you? | We can build our own little world | where no one else can come through | We can live in huts made out of grass | we can greet father time as he walks pass | we can press our feet into the dirt | a little mud, no, it wouldn't hurt

Ba da da ba da ba...

Let's pack our bags | and lie on the easy stream | feel the water on our backs | where we can carry on dreamin' | where we can finally | be where we'd like to be | Darlin', just you and me | Just you and me..

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Book Lets

My group and I ended up at the National Library yesterday to search for references for school. I find researching really frustrating and referencing is the mother of nightmares. I have forgotten how to write an essay, how to really directly answer the question. I always feel I complex questions up in my mind constantly.

Anyway we got to the library but couldn't really find what we wanted and then I stupidly lost the whole list of searched references we found in the directory. Finding other things to talk about other than Taylorism in Scientific management is really difficult, I mean there has got to be something else.
And then when time was finally up from our four, forty-five houred break. We put back all the books and accidentally put back the ones my group mate borrowed back onto the shelves. Went crazy rushing here and there for awhile and missed the first quarter of class.

Got nagged by Calvin for it, strict guy...

Monday, September 14, 2009

Love All Around

Had a brief lunch date with Rachel today, just because she needed someone to accompany her to get her haircut. Her ballet examination ended means we can finally put in real man power into looking for dance school to join. HoooRah for that!!!
Rachel again loves boasting her disposable spending income to me and also leaves change for me like I'm a beggar on the street. Isn't she just lovely? Yes I love my half "the ting tings", the ting ting tan.

Met my cranky love after school, bothered and all about the heat; his job and whatnot. He will most probably be a jobless bloke during my birthday month, how about that? But neh, he's still my sexgod bloke.
And we had the whole night dedicated to Cheryl-time. I got my PC reformatted, a bad time-travelling movie, supper and lots of cuddles in between. A blissful night walk, reminiscing and me trying to get him to admit that it only took me less than a week to have him fall in love with me.

Honestly, which man would come back to see a bar-maid almost every single day? Especially when he's working the office+2 hours. Give her "pet money" when she's having cup noodles for dinner, surprise her with expensive strawberry short cakes and spend $255 on bottles just so she could earn a measly $10 commission from that sale.

Anyway here's the conversation of the day:
(Cheryl nearly got hit by a speeding car when she was crossing the street at the legal zebra crossing)
Calvin: "What are you doing?!"
Cheryl: "What he should stop what."
Calvin: "Yeah and if you get hit?"
Cheryl: "Sue him to the ground I will."
Calvin: "Yeah six feet under."
Cheryl: "Then I'll get you to do it. Since this pretty young thing you have, good enough to look at everyday is basically you ticket to a finance worry free future with a house she will gain. I'm sure you'll do a good job since you would have lost your girlfriend and (finger air quotes) house."

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Affection

I could get used to this affection. No no I will not live without this affection anymore.
I LOVE YOU. You sweet adorable warm cuddly funny handsome little thing, you!!!!!!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Riding The Simian Mobile Disco



Simian Mobile Disco at Zouk!
We got there early just to be the first 300 people to enter Zouk at $18 dollars and we spent a little more than an hour at the coffee shop near by waiting for the night to start. I was desperately trying to keep my eyes open during then. Seriously I think I have to live on my naps.
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Anyway I was tipsy within few minutes into the night and got to the dance floor much earlier than others. The whole group of us conquered the space front of the DJ console and each of us got a square metre to ourselves and basically just went in sync with the music. Celine and I were mostly alone for the night but it was okay cause we had each other and that was enough. When it got a little more crowded, no one still dared come near us... Drunk fucks...

And later into the night we had a little hiccup but I think we're ALL good now. I love you Cel. 'FUCK DEM GIRLS'


I love this song crazy.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Twinies

Celine came over today and we whisked to the club for a date with the sun. It was blimey humid and hot but it's as if the sun rays never really met our skin.
We girl talked, most importantly. And I boiled like a tomato in the sauna.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

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It's not that I'm eccentric and erratic, it's cause I'm a writer.
I have determined my valid reason for sporadic bursts of emotion.

Business Statistics

Mathematical statistics is so much easier than the inferential ones I'm learning in school. The more I read the questions that are supposed to invoke critical thinking the more confused I am cause they all seem to point to the same answer or one answer can be used for all parts. My lecturer is really cute to say the least, brings in a bottle of Ribena to drink whilst carrying out his lectures and at least he's entertaining so I wouldn't fall asleep.

Went over to Sharyn's place after school and rather than studying with her I think my presence got her all distracted cause she kinda refused to study.

Oh and I kinda got "adopted" into a project group and thank the heavens that we're all Singaporeans and we all sound like the heartlands kind. No snob bullshit.
Oh my God I finally actually know people now... (And I have not been sitting in corners looking bitchy)

Monday, September 7, 2009

Left4Dead

I've been drawn into the L4D crazy because of Jeannette Foo and Sean Yip...
It's not scary at all. Don't know what's the big deal about it.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Cee Beez

The whole world just loves reminding me that I love big tits. And loves proving me wrong after I think I've come to terms with my now smaller cup size. Fuck you world.
Sporadic burst of frustration. HEH.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

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I just discovered that I can look flat or busty easily with this new cup size. It's quite interesting. Now I can achieve stick looks with a small binding bra.
I think on days when I feel disproportionate I should flatten myself.
Edit: I just realized how much this makes it sound like I went for boobie enhancement plastic surgery. I WISH.

Friday, September 4, 2009

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Since I'm poor now I can make a list of what I want to buy, cause I never get to do that when I do actually have money. (Credit cards not applicable):
120 dollars worth of books in my cart at opentrolley.com
Black/yellow (still can't decide) Doctor Martens
Destroyed denim shorts
Ripped oversized tees
Elastic hair ties
Mesh dress
Knickers
Freedom non-underwire bras
Quirky rings

Library Girl

It's the end of the first week in school and I still haven't made any friends. I am in bad need for a book on Monday since I have a 3hour break and no friends yet for chitchat whatnot. It's ridiculous that I still haven't gotten my access code for the student portal so it's the weekend without lecture notes. I've been reduced to copying out keypoints from the textbook as if they're going to substitute the e-notes I cannot even view. Oh and I've been doing that everyday.

I feel especially motivated this time, I've been studying everyday straight after school and I haven't done that, ever. Well the longest period for something like that during the normal school term - not exam period - was for 2 days... I'm such a distracted individual I really need to stop getting bored of things too easily. But Calbee's around to motivate and inspire me whenever I feel like, shiat; so it'd be good. My future will be great.
(Self consoling and dropping the big bang on optimism.)

Anyway on the side of the household, my maid is going back to Indonesia for a month - with papers to settle and doctor appointments to go for. It's going to be stressful cause Mum's gonna nag about how "useless" I am around the house, when probably the only thing I don't know how to use is a washing machine. She'll also be tired means more worry for me when her panic attacks strike.
So anyway I polished Calbee's and some other shoes belonging to the men in the house that I found lying all abandoned and unloved and gave them some shine. I sew back the hole in Cowiee (our radioactive soft toy who weirdly glows in the dark when squeezed - he's supposed to be known as the normal doesn't have special properties kinda toy. We suspect he has cancer).

Also... Our cheque got accepted. The new house is 2.4 times the cost of one we have now. I think only cause we bought this current house at deeper than dirt cheap when property was cold. I heard my room will be at least twice the size of my current one, means I can have a almost walk-in wardrobe. This is so so exciting.
Calbee's excited too, he's annoying me like a leg humping puppy about the ability for him to have a desktop equipped for hardcore gaming at my place.
Once I see the room I have to start a design plan and furniture layout and because it seems my room will be much bigger maybe I don't really want to sell my drum set any more.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Inconsistent Shapes

(Kinda had an internal debate of whether I should post this on wordpress or .com since it's so rant-ish. It was quarterly written bit by bit previous/last week and I erased the angry, detailed parts of our recent squabbles. But here, sometimes I can't just rant to myself can I?)

You and I very alike and very different altogether and it's hard for me to understand that I found someone as alike as me and yet not be able to grasp certain irritations. Because of that unique thing in you, I guess I expect you to not do anything that annoys the fuck out of me. It's not fair to you of course and most of the times I bottle up like men, then punch something/get into a fight with you for nothing/write something violent and I'll feel better. I know it's not a good idea.

Sometimes things exist that just annoys you, you can't really give a particular or grade A reason why but it does.
Different opinions just exist and they are absolutely hard to alter but I promise you that I will do as much as I can to please you, I will sacrifice things even if they're not logical to me for you and even to the extent that things may get double standard but it will be of little worth compared to the wellness of your heart.
Some things can be pushed away, I do that as much as I can; for others, I'll go insane. Now do that for me too. Shut up and just say you won't do it again.

Do not push me away to protect yourself from fears that suffocated you during the periods you spent in the darkest of depths. Because I too have fears. I walked down the same street a dozen times, a saw the hole in the ground in the later times, I fell in as often and I built the biggest fears in sanity and insanity. Now I walk down a different street away from the pool of insecurities. I walked down a different street and that's where I found you and now life is better.
Do not let us suffer because you want to numb yourself. You've said you haven't felt like this in a long time. You feel it, you know it. Because pain is known to follow after bliss, you dry ice it.
Do you see me with you in decades to come? It's not going to be fair, for me or us.
I am planning to bring about the biggest change in my life for you, to cake the insecurities and it will be encouraging for you to promise not to push me away till I can find the sources for this to happen.

I know you're out having fun when you're with the boys but there is a limit to how much fun I can stand you having. If it overwrites the habit of thinking of me, I will not buy it. I will not spend my nights worrying about you whether I do go out or not.
Realistically, I can imagine and am prepared for you to be drinking with a bunch of strangers, I am prepared to know you're spending money buying drinks for girls, I am prepared to receive little to 10 texts from you that night, I am prepared that you might want to rub up on someone even if it's for a little while. (Seriously, last statement? Yes. I don't know how attractive I am to you but you may get tired of me. And people might just want to flirt around I guess. (I'm some idiotic, wholly loving person. FUCK) some things are harmless so it's fine and it should stay that way. (not so sure whether I'll be this calm if I see it or someone tells me about it though - fucking confused asshole I am))
I am realistic about this. I impose no ban and I know that this is just something we need in our lives at this point of time before things like families arise. All I need is a little reassurance and notes that I am not forgotten and that my existence is still as prominent as the sun.

I cannot bring myself to do things you do that hurt me subconsciously or not. I would if I could I believe in taste-of-your-own-medicine. Still I am very angsty person and may do things that I know will hurt you enough for me to feel vengeful satisfaction and I am sorry for that. Some of the things I've done are in spite but I have and will never cheat on you.

There are problems we are having that people like us should not but at the end of the day? All I need is love from you, time with you and affection.
You drive me crazy. I can get so frustrated, puzzled, tear-eyed. But I know (this word should be in capitals) it's incredibly hard for me to find someone else in fact I can just say there will be no one else like you.
I am grateful for everything you have done for me, how you inspire me, how our bodies tangle, how you smell and just how darn adorable you look every second I watch you.
That's why you're everything to me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

So work with me.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Icecream Swirls

I roamed around with Sharyn Koh after school at Vivocity with practically no money but she had free tickets to the Orphan which we might as well use before they expire. She was late and did not treat me to icecream like what she said on her texts. I survived on two sticks of cigarettes in the oh so cold weather. I also predict that I am going to get fat again soon cause I don't have Koh around to share my meals with.

Spent about an hour or so at Starbucks writing Statistic notes, staring at Sharyn's notes that were beautifully and lovingly vandalised by me last year and used my last seven dollars on a green tea frap. I must stop spending even if it's a treat - I hate coffee houses I never see sense in spending so much for a drink - that I haven't had in a while.
Yet I couldn't resist buying mint icecream green nail polish. Don't tell my boyfriend, he'll think it's a waste of money cause I just love picking at my nails. It's a habit, a security feature, my version of the gaming applications on iPhones. But I bet if I spend lots of time on them to paint them all nice I won't peel them. Really! I swear... (liar)

This month's credit card bills to pay for amounts to three hundred which is already half of my allowance and now my travelling expenses has practically been multiplied by an immodest 5. I am so fucking poor this month.

Today is also Calvin's first day at a new department, new building/centre, etc.. He hasn't been texting me much. I think he's planning to find places to put his dick into, cause mine is out of order. I'm being a cow and producing pale yellow cottage cheese out of my vage. Probably having a chance of STDs. Aren't I cool? So disgusting HAHAR. I'm kidding, some dry and tough training he has over there...
Anyway my poor boy is having a lot of annoyance trying to get back home and the boy doesn't have a sense of direction to save his life. He'll be one of those people taking a shower on a spooky rainy night, finding something strange, falling onto a knife and finally running into bottomless pits.

PS. Potassium Hydroxide, I am starting to miss you in school.