My parents are so mean, and I am so upset.

They won't allow me to go backpacking with Mag without a tour agency.

I could've been mature about it and calmly list mum all the reasons why I shouldn't have to pay just to get bogged down by a gaggle of old couples.

Instead, I screamed at her.

With so many cool songs featuring the name Juliet (Check Yes Juliet, Love Story), I just might adopt that as my christian name.


And I can't concentrate. I'm all over the place googling anything and everything, spacing out on the bed and trying on my mum's old moccasins; basically doing everything except the darn report.

All that willpower seems to have escaped outta the window. Dang, I really need to do this!



02 00
Teacher X is a-rockin' but her handwriting drives me crazy. It reminds me of a frequency chart and I can't read it.

03 06
Will someone please tell me what I am supposed to write in my "methodology" part of a interior design project if I'm not supposed to mention what I had changed? I never thought a report could be so tough to write. I feel like withering up and dying. And my flower isn't channeling me any energy.

04 06
This is sheer abuse. For an unpunctual person I do seem to have a knack for whining - somewhat - on time every hour.

04 52
Alright, I've figured out how to phrase the Methodology section. I hope it's correct. I've ordered McDelivery for the third time this week. This ton of work is eating away at my pockets.

Oh wow, I'm so glad that MP judging is over along with the Management and ClubR quizzes! MP report is the last lap, and I'm gonna make it to the finish!

I've been indulging in better food lately because I absolutely deserve it! In fact, I got myself a flower - I believe it's called a gerbera - just because. I chose thist fiery shade 'cuz red represents energy, and I certainly need some of that!



















I'm usually too lazy to upload photos so since I'm doing it now, I figured I might as well put up some during Belinda's birthday celebration and screenshots of the 3D MP stuff. I'll be nice and spare you the floorplans.
































All while hating AutoCad. Must be divine intervention. Usually I would have died by polyline #44.

Thanks to Teacher Y who introduced my class - or at the very least, me - to the game , Tonberry had a little Wuzzle competition to spruce things up a bit. It's so much fun!

I bet you're bored - otherwise you wouldn't be moseying around here - so try it! Answers are in white; highlight to view.




Shadow of doubt; hot under the collar; to have and to hold; beeline
Son of a gun; X marks the spot; home is where the heart is; just right
Identical twins; all in all; cry your way to the bank; holy cow


Addicted? More can be found here.


Basically I'm sharing this with two or less people here: Hui Shan and Joey. Because my other two readers Pear and Belinda have already done this. Ha. So yeah, a reward for visiting this humble blog.




Righto. Back to work.

I'm all out of juice. Just in time for reality.

My little snack corner looks AWESOME! Apart from the fact that I can't seem to render it to it's true colour (it's now looking only half-realistic) and apply shadows, it looks friggin' good, I can't begin to tell you! I am so happy! All I have to do now is to add the chairs and people and tadah!

Now for the ISO room. I don't know what Yading did to the file, but moving the furniture is proving to be a big problem. And moving is one vital function in AutoCad. This is surreal; we've actually reached this point in our project. I had thought we would have switched to another project or something. We did this completely on our own, y'know- we're totally rockin'!

I hope the judges see the effort we've put in. I must present it in the best way possible. Everyone chose the easy way out, doing the periodic report thingamajig, but not us. We're tough!

Goodness, it's 05 36 now. Belinda's birthday card is done. Hurray. With any luck, I'll be able to sleep at 6. I don't think I'll be rendering the ISO room today. I don't want to be grumpy for the party tomorrow, and I need to pack my room.

Oh damn, I just realised I haven't finished my Service project. It's due on Tuesday. Can't it be due on Thursday? Obviously not, because there's no Service class on Thursday- that's Club & Resort day.

I'm talking like a drunkard. Probably because I feel kinda woozy now.

Toil, toil, toil.

The best thing about weekends is that they're synonymous with boyfriend :).

Groan. I accidentally deleted the list (a SMS draft) of books that I want to read.

I wish I had a credit card/ paypal account to actually buy all the stuff in my online shopping bags.

Would I be able to finish a Mega Mac?

The house needs more junk food.

It's a good idea not to burn bridges.

I swear AutoCad 2009 is retarded. It lags like crazy and spasms like an electrocuted bug; it's driving me nuts!

And the cheem functions - which were already quite alien to me - are presented differently from the 2006 version so Gek Teng the Antiquated is completely clueless on how to use them. Guides are fairly useless; I can do what I understand from them without reading them. They should provide us with a wizard, like the Microsoft paperclip that does tornado impersonations. Tornados are cool, right? Well, forget them anyways and show me how to work the damn camera!

I hate doing anything that's labeled as work, so as much as I loved doing interior design, this is really pissing me off. But I really need to do this. I have to pull up my socks and knock theirs' off. I gotta pull this off real good.

Your MO never changes.

It's not going to go down that way this time. What's going down is you and your fucking conscience.

Weekdays are long and insipid while weekends are gone faster than you can say "bleach", and I hate it! I hate that I don't have anything to do except schoolwork, I hate that I have the concentration span of a three year old and I hate that I can only see Pear a full day per week even when I have nothing else on (which seems to be the case very often nowadays, but I wouldn't want to mess up my last sem)!

What am I saying?! I am supposed to be unfazingly optimistic and be utterly blind to everything that sucks, including half-cooked beansprouts and the zits on my forehead!


I am now attempting to spin gold from yarn from the spinning wheel that is my computer and failing badly because how can that be when I am here blogging away?

Alright. Enough. I need to pull myself together and get the bloody report done. Afterall, it's only eight pages; can't be that bad, right? Every percentage counts, because you never know when you're gonna mess up, and it'll be too late to salvage anything then. So yes, I have to - by Tim Gunn's words - make it work! This semester is gonna ROCK! My social life might be suffering, but my GPA has lived in shame for long enough, and that's gonna change... right?

Obviously my pep talking skills need some brushing up but that can wait because I am going to write that damn report right now.




Edit @ 01 49/
I can't believe I'm still stuck at the same segment of the report. I'm only a quarter done, and that's going by the word count. Which means I'm probably only one tenth done and definitely screwed.

MP sucks, so I'm taking my 44th break.


I was feeling all artsy and inspired last night, so I came up with my Fashion Smashin' (Fashion Schmashion, geddit?) list. Here it is:

• Argyle sweater
  
• Mid-calf length skirt- yellow/ blue
  
• Pointy heels- black
  
• Scoop necked graphic tee- white
• Cable knit sweater- cream/ grey
• Plain ribbed tank- white
  
• Tulip skirt- black
  
• Dark wash jeans
• Sunnies- black framed
  
• Dress with thick bottom band- nude/ maroon
  
• Black dress- alter the one in my closet
  
• Peep toe heels

And I had the brilliant idea to make a collage out of the TCC coasters I've stolen, um, collected. Pretty and dotty, I like! I'll frame them with a big black photo frame from Ikea (if it isn't too expensive).



O. M. G. I type until very happy, then I read Mr Cheng's email- MP JUDGING IS ON 26 NOV! DIE! Why is it so early? Wasn't it supposed to be next year? I feel like one of those mad cartoons in which the stick man runs around raving like a lunatic and ends up banging into a wall- and he dies. Like us. Diediediedie!

They rummaged madly through their baggage, ploughed through the bundle of presents and scrutinised the trail - and each other - in heavy suspicion.

It's fall fringing on winter- how on earth can the weather be so hot?



Hurray, I bought my birthday wallet today! It's none of the wallets featured in an earlier post. It's a true blue green Fossil, and I like it :)! Next year, I want a voucher that can relieve Pear of his next one year of NS. Remember it, everyone! I don't care if it's called bribery or is so expensive you have to rope my parents in- I want it!



Plagiarism seems to be happening at every dark corner nowadays. It's because good English is now enviable, isn't it? Unlike the past, when euu iz a iiidiiiiot was actually cool, grammar, vocabulary and wit is now in.

Are good linguistic skills sought after only because they are in trend? Will people be deflated of them when some harajuku language fashion comes along? I hope not, because grammar is not made up of paisley frocks and leggings.

Woke up cranky today because I slept slightly past four. I should really stop trying to turn myself into a walking zombie.


I have come to a conclusion regarding one of the most fundamental things about myself that everyone should know, yet no one, myself included, did: MY FAVOURITE COLOUR. I finally know what it is! After years of not being to make my decision, it's...


yellow!

and green!


The purple is to confuse Pear. Dope him into believing that I am finally a convert, then making him see the yellow-green light. Heh heh.

I know yellow and green are not one colour, but they are riiiight next to each other on the colour spectrum, so ease up on me on this one, ok? But I still love all colours except for some shades of purple and beige.

While we're on the topic of what I like, I'd like to list down a few because I like telling people what I like! I like pool, bridge, fragrances, lingerie, quirky knick knacks, furniture and anything that's sprightly or pretty. And I'm into leather jackets, tulip skirts, skyscraper peep toes and wellingtons now! You'd probably never see me wearing them, but believe me, I am lusting.


I have caught a bit of a blogging bug. These few days have seen me jabbing away madly on the keyboard, and I like it. I like d bloggin' bug, yo.

I'm really fortunate that my mum passed her skinny genes to me because although I have a tiny appetite, which probably belongs to her as well, I have a proclivity to absently munch on junk food. I end up eating them by the truckload.







Halloween was spent at Fish&Co with Elvoodoosa, minus Bur. There wasn't any special deco, and the food didn't quite justify the price.

Han Jun gave us a Jack-o-Lantern containing a balloon each! I blew the balloon at home, but I couldn't tie it. I want to be able to do that by the time I am sixty-two. Retire already can tie balloons for grandchildren.







The reindeer antlers are hair clips- nifty, eh? I just might go as Fiona ('cuz Shrek's male) and Rudolf's by-product next year. I'll be a hybrid :B!

Girls who are attached blog less. Rings true for two, at least. L is blogging a whole lot less now, as have I this past year, till I switched to this pretty little nook.

I chalk this syndrome down to alleviated angst and stress levels and an increase in estrogen, endorphin and whatever other hormones that are produced when you make puppy eyes.

I am quite the impulsive blogger; I tend to blog compulsively when I am upset or when I am - perhaps - subconsciously trying to put off doing something. Or when a thought hits me and I'm really excited about it. I used to code my frustration and rave about stuff in my posts, but now I have this ranting bin in the form of Pear, there isn't much of an urge to blog anymore.


I am a bloody sore loser and I oughta clean up my act. But I hate it when I do what I am taught to only to fail again and again. Can you think of anything more annoying! I suspect that would be being on the receiving end of my tantrums. Well, I'm gonna change that!