This entry was supposed to be up yst but the THRILL of realizing the exam was finished once and for all was just too much to handle.

i had to lie down in a darken room for the rest of the day with a cold fannel on my forehead.

So i shall do the obligatory cheer now yea. here goes.

YAYSSS!!!!

EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!

WHEEE HEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!~

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The Hols are here and everyone, I tell you, E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E are searching for a job like the Californian Gold Rush.

So why is your blogger dearest here smiling like a Cheshire Cat popping grapes into his mouth instead of scrambling around hair amock Looking For A Job?

Because ppl. I have alrd got one. Heh Heh.

Better still. I dont even need to step out of my house.

Its great to noe how to play the piano is all i can say. People flock to you and practically throw their money at you so their fat spoilt daughters and sons noe how to bang some notes off the piano. And im doing just that.

So if anybody here needs piano lessons. Here's my rates.

Grade 1: 10 bucks per lesson.
Grade 2: 15 bucks per lesson
Grade 3: 20 bucks per lesson
Grade 4: 25 bucks per lesson
Grade 5: 30 bucks per lesson

You can have as many lessons as you like actually. just fork out the money after each lesson. i will have you noe I get distinctions all the way till my grade 5 where i dropped to a merit but like who cares right. i am a pro and thars what counts.

I have got 5 students and counting. I am delighted.

oh and did i forgot to say smth?

i wld be going to hongkong the next weekend for a Friday, Saturday, Sunday shopping Spree before i head down to Japan the weekend after next to do some more.

Truely i have arrived.

Eat your hearts out.

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entry editted at 4.13pm

Oh my god i was randomly surfing a few fellow cmm students just now and i bumped into this guy's blog and i got a "lil trumatised"

thats putting it very loosely, mind. becuase i swallowed my whole apple core that i had been eating as i gaped at the blog content. Hemlich maneuvere was performed and here i am.

There was this video which had interesting contents and it went on for 2 whole minutes. how they sustain it, i wld never noe.Wldnt want to actually. If it involves something like what happened during the last second. God. So hilarious.

And he actually noes about UMIZARU!! Goodness. i thot i was the only martian around who watched the movie.

I wanted to see the rest but my com promptly hanged and i threw a right fit.

Im going to add that blog under my fav now. Makes for interesting afternoon viewership when i have noth to do but stare at the humongous sunflower at my balcony and bitterly wish it sprout gold instead of nasty big flowers and listen to the maids chatter 4 blocks away downstairs. ( i live on the 8th floor.)

oh and according to Mr Yap if classes are changed next term we would be seperated into our CDSes.

This proves the man is not only bald, he doesnt have a brain either. Shame, and to tink his Noggin is so big!

There is about 3 billion CDSes to choose from so if everyone picked a different CDS how are they going to do that?

The poor sad old fool.

I hate changing classes lar dammit.

Today's great!!!

okay not so great before 2.30pm. but after that it was fantastic.

because ESS GRA WAS A BREEEEEEEZEE!!!!!B.R.E.E.Z.E!!! WHOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

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I sldnt have done that. i might incur the Curse of the Smug Dude and just fail it.*shiver*

Oh and like the new title? well too bad if you dont. Cause i like it.

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I have been accused of having Good English. And not just Kt Mei at that. No. im not being smug here because i dun think its a good thing.Not me at least. Who wants to resemble the Queen for heavens sake?

None of her cockscrew curls for me, no sir!!!

But the gazillion carat tiara wld do very nicely.

oh yeah.

aniway.

And just to prove my england is not powderful, i do not speak english like French, nor Algenian, like Jules and Daniel on their blogs. ( i wld have linked them, but no permission to, so sorry.) I particularly like that Swahelian poem about Hirzi on Jules' latest blog entry.

Its fabulous. I dun even need to bleed myself dry to have an authentic ethenic experience. So long budget airlines.

Oh and i wld like to thank a little bird last night for giving me smth that i wanted.no wait scratch that. DYING for. i didnt expect that you wld actually give it to me but i really really appreciate it. so thank you.

Ask and be Given, I always say.

So tmr once medsoc is adios i will be free.

And all shopping malls had better watch out because I am going to bleed THEM dry.

Particularly Pink Voltage. * growl*

Oh and the random thought for today is: I prefer the Ellen Degeneres Show to The Oprah Winfrey show. The reason? Because Ellen Degeneres can string 2 words together without sounding thick but Oprah cant. And oh yeah, Ellen is so Hilarious!!! so yes, none your soppy Oprah shows for me.

Ciao.

This is going to be a very short post.

I am not a religious person. Too fickled to be one. apparently asking "why why whys" wasnt part of the criteria to be A Devotee so i got kicked out of the circle.

Just as well really. I have made too much broken promises with God over the years that I doubt he wants to do any more business with me.

So that makes me an atheist?

If it is then its kinda nice being one.

Just a quick write up before i go do myself in studying.

I love Charmed. Its great. all that zam zam bam and hot chicks in gorgeous clothes who claim they are like busy saving the world with all their perfect make up and swingy glossy hair. Hilarious. Absolutely unbelievable. but there you are.

So for an hour each week i forget how much a sucker reality really is and do some zam zam bam myself in front of the TV. The poses i can strike up! i swear i am a tormented artiste alrd.

Not talking much sense am I? well actually i have no idea what i am babbling about either.

Hail Samuel, nee Lee, chief procastinator reporting for duty sir!

I am going to get real philosophical here, so if ur tolerance to higher intelligence quota aint that high as it is, you should stop after reading this line.

Sometimes in life we keep asking ourselves questions, trying to find out what the answer really is- to clear that queasy uncomfortable feeling of insecurity ;to balance it out so you can see the bigger picture.

But is it really that important to know the answers to everith?

If your trying to get the answer out of me as to that one than im sorry i dun really know the answer either.

Yeah i noe. like bash me up alrd.

Im sorry. I suppose its that time of the month again. never mind i dun own a uterus and shed blood and god noes what every month, but man all these studying is so fucking depressing.

I clearly remembered i ordered a nice and happy life in Milan to go that includes a 3 storey mansion and a gorgeous 1965 original cadillac with more money to shake a stick at as my Dad is an all powerful underground mafia who sells high grade Hash to primary school kids all under 10 years of age for a living .

So what on earth is this shit life that im living in?

someone go fire that deaf person up there that who screwed me up so im living in this shithole as it is.

....

I demand a refund.

Someone please do me a favour and remind me that i can go absolutely nowhere with a poly degree.

So i sld stop blooging now and go back to my Marketing Research.

Oh. If only it was that easy.

Its a bit like telling me " here, see this 3 acre triple chocolate banana fudge cake? yeah yeah the one thats practically bursting with bananas ( i have a thing for bananas). Well. im sorry u cant have that.Its been booked by a 45 year old balding fat man alrd. You can have this cold storage 1.95 cupcake instead...What? its expired? oh sorry, didnt knew that that. But im sure it can still be eaten!"

Someone need to tie me to a cliff so i can actually cope on with myself and do some standard premium studying.

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I barely scrapped through Ess Gra. 2 Fs and an A ( courtesy of Effie's 90 percent help at grp project) that saved me and Qian Ru from Sub papers and an omnipresent of dread that we will stay bck nxt yr for ess gra. people who actually failed, Believe me. I know how it feels. I really do. Like totally alrd.*lends a shoulder to lean on*

And thank you Sherilyn. People never tell me that they like to read my entries. They always say i have an over active imagination and should cope on with myself to stop being so deluded. Evil i noe but aint that what friends are for.

God. I am so Emo. Had better watch it before i start wearing badly put on eye liner and lipstick and grow back my long fringe and snog boys while filling in my life long mission statement in APEL as to join a metal grp that sings songs about brothers schutuping their sisters and to kill myself when i am 20.

Emo people can be terribly symbolic. Its all abt subtleness that do it u emo fools.

And this is probabaly random, but aint that the perfect excuse for gays to snog boys because they are "emo" so they are perfectly entitled to?

Wow. Like scary alrd nia.

There is this fabulous shop called Pink Voltage at Cineleisure that i went to the other day and i nearly beside myself with lust for every single piece of their exquisitness and the cruel fact that i was on negative value financial wise. I owe my mom the debt of a small european country after i bought The Fabulous Jacket and its pretty much unlikely i would finish paying her up till the end of the next century or so.

Hail my mom The Loanshark.

It runs in the family you see.

But nevermind that. Point is it was a one off when i went off to cineleisure the other day and it reminded me how long i have not properly shop. yes i noe. The metrosexual thing that i have got going on is very 3 months ago but hey, a guy needs to buy his duds you know?

And duds include shirts, bags, shoes,jeans,jackets,accessories and hats.

Im such a girl. I know that. Not too proud of it though.

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People around me are acting wierd lately.
people in my course i dun noe are waving to me and everyone are acting like, real friendly.
Its freaking the undies off me.
And the fact that Hirzi doesnt sqwuak at lectures anymore just compounds it furthur.
okay so maybe im paranoid but i certainly dun remember any of them waving/smiling/calling your name *delete as appropriate in the last few weeks or so.
I got the wierd feeling that its got to do with next semester's changing of class. ( not too crazy about tbat either. what if i land in the same class as giraffe?! Oh the vileness of it all!)

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Oh and i just realised i look terrible on pictures. gak. Cam whoring can never be an aspect of my life. hmph.

Im in the mac lab now ( time check 8.23 and counting. Thats PM FYI.) supposedly to be a hardworking enthu kia but 2 tutorials worksheet done and im like ready to pass out as it is. So here i am.

Today i am going to talk about my attitude problem.

Its true. i am hardly the friendliest person in class. In fact, i would say im probably one of the most anti-social, anal, self absorbed bitch student in T02. But really. Superficial friends are hardly my kind of thing. A small clique of close frens to me is much more preferable than a large one whom i noe would have nothing to talk about when they are seperated into smaller sub grps.

So naturally. I talk to people i like, and just airbrush the rest out my sight.

According to a close fren, she says i have an " issue".

hmph.

i would give her "issue' when she feels like it. the bitch.

Which is probably why I purposely said bye to J only when giraffe and his bitch pal were only like beside her. Whoo. talk about feeling high.

but seriously. What is the whole pt of trying to act friendly to someone whom u dun like but just have to be nice to just to survive in class? So its smart in a way, but personally i rather be singled out than to actually go against myself and like wiggle around giraffe and say things like " hey dude check out the new shirt!'' yada yada yada. Like get a grip alrd. Its probably a miracle i didnt stuff his head into his arse everytime he bitches. ( which i am very tempted to of course. But i have a high level for personal hygeine. ) Arrrrgggh. i cannot believe a guy, like as in A GUY, could actually be so bloody, BLOODY bitchy. And he isnt even gay! hell. i think my gay frens are less bitchy then him nia.

That i guess, is boy school boys for you girls. ( no offense to the rest of the guys in class, so.)

What the guy needs is a lesbian to give him a lesson good and proper. Go Lynn.

And since we are talking abt bitches, CSS gave me a D for MedSoc individual assignment. Yes, the one that i took a whole week to do. And to top it off she told me i was superficial. SUPERFICIAL i tell you! and she told KT Mei she was childish and Abby that she was trying to act smart. can you say B.I.T.C.H.Y?

How she got herself a man at all, never mind having been impregnated once and popping out a child is beyond my belief.

Miracles, i guess do happen after all.

On a conclusion, I have to say I would still remain the same person that i have been to my class, that is, cold, unfriendly, Dao, extremely self absorbed and unapproachable. Sorry.

But to the people that I like, ( and u noe who u are) can i just say i love u guys to bits, crumbs, pieces etc etc. and thank you for saving me from an abyss of horror that is our class.

ciao.

i thot last week was crazy enough as it is. but hell no.
This week has made me seen the error of my myopic judgement, thanks very much.
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omgawd how im going to finish my aditorial and poster i will never know, but somehow i will mange to rite?
yes?
capisce?
....
ahh. a severe case of self denial.
oh well. on to more important things.

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I hate it when i fuck up. And the only thing that i hate more than my own fuck up wld be at the expense of my friends. And that happened during medsoc bloody presentation. okay, granted my com at home slapped me in the face by exploding(literally) so i didnt had time to rehearse my the presentation slides and had to STAY UP THE ENTIRE NIGHT without a wink of slp trying to memorise my self written speech.

presentation was horrible.

I talked utter rubbish. too much babbling about Boa, Boa and more Boa cause it was just about the only material that I can hold my own during that horror of a presentation. And to top the icing of it all would be that whatever i talked about was all unrelated to my topic. naturally pug faced soon soon pointed that out to me immediately with the sweetest of smiles once i was done to the whole class like i was some ejit( which of course i had been but that was really unnecessary.).

I hate that woman. u know, its unforunate enough that you're short and have eyes about as big as paper slits, but to compound it all, she has really really bad hair.The equivilant to the 2 ugly sisters in [ Cinderella]. And yes, im nt afraid to bitch abt her cuz well, it is my blog after all isnt it? am i not entitled to my opinions? for all i care she can say my hair looks fried, look like a bad ghetto fashion nightmare and have the smallest * ahem* in the land. besides, its practically a rule that all students have to bitch about their lecturers in their free time. She's so....cold. Spending an hour with her is like being in an ice-cream feezer, without the ice-cream but replaced by human corpses.

Oh and talking about hair, i have purple streaks in my hair now. *beams*

ahhhhhh. i feel like im trap in a car boot with all these work arrs.