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I swear I'll write a proper entry complete with photos on this special event soon.

But all I can say right now is that I've a headache due to long hours of listening to names.

Though watching your friends graduate is kind of satisfying.

At least I don't have to endure that again until university graduation (:

 

More coming... keep your eyes open.

While Lydia blogged about our crazy experiences that fine day, I decided to blog about something totally ordinary but the prospect of it also at once totally terrifying: EXAMS!

 

And I must emphasize on the fact how close those exams are too. The Chemistry IB exams are coming up in about 2 weeks, and I know as much about pi and sigma bonding as the next person I meet on the street. As for H'NMR spectrospy, the whole thing is just a joke. Hopefully I won't have to touch it again in the Chemistry 201 course I just registered myself in at the university.

 

There's a pile of stuff on my desk waiting to be done: IB practice exams, Hamlet essay, random English terms I have to type, and if I have time: finish registering for university courses! How fun! I can't wait to begin to go down that list!

 

Maybe it would be better living in Hamlet's time. Though you might get hurt in a swordfight or be married off to an ugly old man, at least they never heard of exams. 'Tis horrible.

 

P.S. Any sympathising remarks would be well-received, as well as good wishes (:

because reading Death of a Salesman bores the heck out of me as it is so depressingly depressing.

(Courtesy of yiyi's blog)...

 

 

That was fun! Now back to Death of a Salesman...

What better day to write about my 18th birthday than the day after Valentine's Day ?

(don't mind me, I don't know where that line popped up from. I only found the time to write today)

 

First of all, thanks to all those who wished me a Happy Birthday. It was a great birthday, one of the best =) Makes me think of all those mediocre birthdays I've had... But then again, if all my birthdays were all good, then what's there left to compare to? So I shall take the good with the bad and the happy with the sad, because that's what makes us all human (:

 

One of the good things about turning 18 is that you are legally an adult and don't have to have your "parent's signature" on everything you do. And it's a good age to drive too because your parents can't get your license revoked and you can get into all the pubs + clubs + drink. Though I guess the disadvantage is that I don't really drink >.< The only alcoholic drink I'm remotely interested in trying are the cocktails. 

 

Think that's all I've to say on the topic of my birthday for now. The little "party" was great, maybe it's because it was all girls? So no awkward moments for me! (it would have been really awkward if I had... referring to the little routine that the restaurant people make you do all decked up in a costume with a partner) The Japanese restaurant we went to had great food and really fast service, a nice contrast to the fancy restaurant I went for my friend (who is 2 days older than me!), Natalia's birthday. You chat for a few minutes and -- boom -- sushi appears on the table! :) And plus I was with all my close friends, so it was awesome. No awkwardness and trying to make up stuff to talk about. (I'm big on the awkwardness issue ain't I...) 

 

Since I'm on the topic of birthdays, I shall talk about Natalia's party as well. We went to the aforementioned fancy French restaurant. They had really pretty bathrooms that said Madame and Monsieur on the doors. Which made me wonder if you might embarrass yourself by going to the wrong bathroom because you didn't understand French; but then again, what idiot would not know the word Madame meant that the bathroom is for girls? (So I guess it's good they didn't use Mademoiselle because that would throw some people off) Now, how would I know that the bathroom was pretty? Because I went there like 10 million times, the aftereffect of the slow service and drinking too much water in the meantime >.> Despite the (really) expensive food, I had a great time. Their food was delicious, so it made up for the price. Besides, it's not like I go to a high class restaurant everyday, so I can live with it. (:

 

That's all my ramblings for the day!

Ciao.

For some absurd reason, everytime I'm studying/revising for an exam final, I also get the urge to write in my blog =D

I think it's because I dislike reviewing for exams so much that I use any excuse possible to escape from my current reality. Which right now, happens to be blogging! =)

 

So, before I start on a rambling rampage complaining about my life (or lack thereof), I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year! Especially to those whom I never got a chance to say it to! 2007 shall rock! (it better, I have high expectations for this year)

 

Nothing exciting ever happens to me, so I guess I'd just have to think up something to write about my life. Let's see, other than the fact that exams are coming up, nothing in my life is quite new. I'm still at the same school, in the same classes, with the same job. The bottom line is, my life is comforting but really boring! =) I think I should take the initiative to do something really exciting to stimulate my neurons, like finally raising my finances to the level where I can travel around the world (destination #1: Singapore =D)

 

Was looking at this postcard JLi sent me (Thanks JLin + JLi for the nice cards! hugs to you both) with a picture of this Caucasian guy surrounded with good Singaporean dishes. I was, unfortunately, very jealous of him when I was reading the card. The thought that went through my mind was similiar to something like this: Damn! How come this guy gets the good food and I don't?! =( There was ice kacang (most important part!), popiah, this Malay noodles thingy whose name eludes me right now (it starts with an L but I can't think of the name), curry rice etc. The funny thing is that, he was trying to get at the ice kacang with chopsticks > <". For those who don't know what ice kacang is, it is a cold dessert with red bean soup plus jellies at the bottom, topped up with colorful shaved ice. Therefore, since there's chunks of ice, you eat it with a spoon (not chopsticks). Jeez, the guy doing the commerical can't even do it right, they should hire me to pose for the photo, I'd be so much more convincing XD

 

Someday when I've time I'd actually scan the postcard and put it here. So you get what I am talking about.

 

Talking about food makes me hungry.

Someone buy me a plane ticket ='(

  

As a side note...

 

 

Meli, I'm too lazy to send this to you since you're not on MSN right now, so here's the 飞轮海 picture you want.

Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are

(even though the chance of the person I'm referring to reading this is probably 1 in a trillion, I'll be nice)

 

The workplace is not a place for you to vent your personal angers. Deal with whatever life problems you have at home, midear. Stop arguing with your ex. bf at work, it's really distracting to hear the two of you (mostly you though. poor ex. boyfriend of yours) -- shift supervisors no less -- shouting profanities at each other. Not to mention highly embarrassing. I hope you do recall the fact that you happen to be the shift supervisor?

 

Yell as much as you like at home or somewhere else. I could care less. But please PLEASE keep your personal problems outside of the workplace -- where they belong. No one needs to know what a sad life you lead and how "bad" and "evil" your ex. bf is. (Maybe that's why he's your EX. We all get the hint)

 

Oh, and I suggest taking anger management classes. I'm pretty sure if you have a nice little chat with your guidance counsellor at school, he or she'll be more than happy to enroll you in the next upcoming class! That way you won't always embarrass yourself by having an outburst at work, because really, it's very unprofessional to be seen in public screaming the f-word at the top of your lungs. Not to mention very unhealthy. Therefore, I would also like to kindly ask you to see your family doctor as you probably need tranqualizers to calm yourself down and prevent you from doing any further damage to your mental and physical well-being. Yelling is not good for the throat, you know.

 

With that I shall end this letter. Please heed my advice if you'd like to succeed in life.

 

Best regards,

 

P.S. Would you like a box of Halls as your Christmas present?

 

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Wow, now that I've had fun with this ex. shift supervisor of mine (I quit the job), I would like to clarify that I've nothing against her personally -- even though I was really mean writing this letter. I'm just in a mean mood I guess (lex you should be proud of me). It's just her arguing with her ex. that irks me. Although I must say it was kinda fun to watch her swear, yell and cry at the same time (haha, I'm sadistic I know, but you'd agree with me if you were there. We all like the drama of soap operas)

 

Ciao darlings! Oh and everyone (yes that means you too Melissa), make up a Christmas list! =)