Saturday, September 30, 2006
{ 11:28 AM }
My second year's about to start; two Mondays from now. Truth be told, it scares the sugar cakes out of me. My class, Cohort 2, we were a jungle. Though we had our differences, then again which class doesn't or shouldn't, we got along pretty well except for the rare few.
As second year is about to begin, our numbers are decresing. Some who have chosen to leave us at 2nd year, some who have failed the battle but nonetheless made it all worthwhile and some(one) who for funnily odd purposes, as of now, did not make it with us. We've been all split up, like chopped wood, shredded into pieces.
The remaining 10 or so out of the original 22 will be left to be thrown into the fireplace with the other remaing wood pieces, combined. Uncertain, very uncertain. I have absolutely no clue how things will turn out. I'm sure we'll warm up to each other.
For the time being this is for them, who will be leaving tomorrow to Reading, if i'm not mistaken.
Eliv for being such a wonderful friend, my motivation. Her hard work and determination never ceases to impress me. Without her, I would not have been capable of planting my butt on the ice cold plastic library chair for 8hours straight, except for short toilet and energy drink breaks, to prepare, read and complete my notes for the exam. Have a great time at Reading, will see you in our 3rd year, yes? Please remember to give us survival tips and all other little tips like what teh best way of getting from Heathrow to Reading will be, monthly allowance, how to survive the dull wind in your face weather and all that other stuff. We will keep in touch, definitely.
Steph for being such a bitch. And for always testing my patience, to push me even further from nice. Haha. For being such a fashionista, shopping with me, helping me pick out what to get for my boyf an just being fun and loud and crazy. For driving me back to my apartment, even when it's only 5mins away and for always being so real. You too, I will see you in Reading for 3rd year and please do not go all snobbish on me lar.
Krystle for being the smart, sassy one. For always knowing what to say at the right time, to be a whole ginormous barrel of laugh and for many a times rescuing me and everyone else when we're being constantly blasted and bombed with questions of cases and facts. Have a great smarty pants year in Reading.
Li Wen. Always the quiet one. You know what they say, those with little to say are always the ones to watch out for. I'm not very sure if you read my blog but it's the thought that counts, right? We haven't managed to spend a lot of time together but you, the girl with the straight silky hair have been such a great friend. We've exchanegd a few serious conversations and laughed about everything else that didn't matter. Take great care in the UK. See you in Sept 2007.
The rest of you bunch, we're stuck together. At least we still have what's remained of us. Congrats again for getting to Second Year. This is where the work really kicks in. Enjoy the rest of your one week of holidays.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU, (contrary to many beliefs) even if I maybe enjoying or at least working hard to try enjoy my holidays or whats left of it anyway. Will see you all soon. You know i love you. <3
My second year's about to start; two Mondays from now. Truth be told, it scares the sugar cakes out of me. My class, Cohort 2, we were a jungle. Though we had our differences, then again which class doesn't or shouldn't, we got along pretty well except for the rare few.
As second year is about to begin, our numbers are decresing. Some who have chosen to leave us at 2nd year, some who have failed the battle but nonetheless made it all worthwhile and some(one) who for funnily odd purposes, as of now, did not make it with us. We've been all split up, like chopped wood, shredded into pieces.
The remaining 10 or so out of the original 22 will be left to be thrown into the fireplace with the other remaing wood pieces, combined. Uncertain, very uncertain. I have absolutely no clue how things will turn out. I'm sure we'll warm up to each other.
For the time being this is for them, who will be leaving tomorrow to Reading, if i'm not mistaken.
Eliv for being such a wonderful friend, my motivation. Her hard work and determination never ceases to impress me. Without her, I would not have been capable of planting my butt on the ice cold plastic library chair for 8hours straight, except for short toilet and energy drink breaks, to prepare, read and complete my notes for the exam. Have a great time at Reading, will see you in our 3rd year, yes? Please remember to give us survival tips and all other little tips like what teh best way of getting from Heathrow to Reading will be, monthly allowance, how to survive the dull wind in your face weather and all that other stuff. We will keep in touch, definitely.
Steph for being such a bitch. And for always testing my patience, to push me even further from nice. Haha. For being such a fashionista, shopping with me, helping me pick out what to get for my boyf an just being fun and loud and crazy. For driving me back to my apartment, even when it's only 5mins away and for always being so real. You too, I will see you in Reading for 3rd year and please do not go all snobbish on me lar.
Krystle for being the smart, sassy one. For always knowing what to say at the right time, to be a whole ginormous barrel of laugh and for many a times rescuing me and everyone else when we're being constantly blasted and bombed with questions of cases and facts. Have a great smarty pants year in Reading.
Li Wen. Always the quiet one. You know what they say, those with little to say are always the ones to watch out for. I'm not very sure if you read my blog but it's the thought that counts, right? We haven't managed to spend a lot of time together but you, the girl with the straight silky hair have been such a great friend. We've exchanegd a few serious conversations and laughed about everything else that didn't matter. Take great care in the UK. See you in Sept 2007.
The rest of you bunch, we're stuck together. At least we still have what's remained of us. Congrats again for getting to Second Year. This is where the work really kicks in. Enjoy the rest of your one week of holidays.
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU, (contrary to many beliefs) even if I maybe enjoying or at least working hard to try enjoy my holidays or whats left of it anyway. Will see you all soon. You know i love you. <3
Monday, September 25, 2006
{ 4:01 AM }
Such an irony. Normally, at the thought of dieting I would freak out and just prepare myself for a bad grouchy day ahead.
Happy is like HAPPY birthday or HAPPY mother's day or HAPPY valentine's but Happy fasting? Just ironic. I know it MUST be of some significance, like a sacrificial celebration of some sort but it's too touchy for me. Either way, Selemat Berpuasa to all my Muslim friends, another month to go then it'll be Hari Raya, look forward to that. =D
As for me, I've given up trying to join in the fasting, thinking that it would make me shed a few pounds or so. So, not true. Waiting for sungkai is like waiting for the day to end when it's only 6 in the morning.
My weekend was a very birthdayed weekend. I had birthdays on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Phew~ not to mention friends heading off to the UK, them who disappointingly on my part, failed to see them off. Sorry Sek Hao and Vince. Have fun in the UK.
Heading out now to meet the boyfriend for mashed potatoes and steak. Toodles~
Such an irony. Normally, at the thought of dieting I would freak out and just prepare myself for a bad grouchy day ahead.
Happy is like HAPPY birthday or HAPPY mother's day or HAPPY valentine's but Happy fasting? Just ironic. I know it MUST be of some significance, like a sacrificial celebration of some sort but it's too touchy for me. Either way, Selemat Berpuasa to all my Muslim friends, another month to go then it'll be Hari Raya, look forward to that. =D
As for me, I've given up trying to join in the fasting, thinking that it would make me shed a few pounds or so. So, not true. Waiting for sungkai is like waiting for the day to end when it's only 6 in the morning.
My weekend was a very birthdayed weekend. I had birthdays on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Phew~ not to mention friends heading off to the UK, them who disappointingly on my part, failed to see them off. Sorry Sek Hao and Vince. Have fun in the UK.
Heading out now to meet the boyfriend for mashed potatoes and steak. Toodles~
Friday, September 22, 2006
{ 3:40 AM }
Women spell trouble. We are too complicated for our own good.
We want to be in a committed relationship but don't want to give up our freedom to flirt, make out with other guys and just "hang out" with them or have "fun", so we say.
We ask our boyfriend's whether some other girl looks hot, expecting an honest reply and when they reply in the affirmative, we get pissed.
We ask them whether we look good in whatever we're wearing and honestly, it's not even a question, more like a "say yes but make it sound real or else I'll strangle you"
We tell them when they get too clingy that we need "space" (very bs, i feel) but during out spacious time out, we feel neglected and ignored by them.
We tell them not to call or text 'cos we're mad at them but when they really don't do it we flare up even more.
It's also okay for us to be half an hour tardy but when they're a minute, well maybe not a minute say five minutes late, the volcano erupts.
During a radio interview, the late Steve Irwin was asked what his scariest moment in life was. The fearless, crocodile hunter, who deals with carnivorous animals and comes into close proximity with death on a daily basis, his reply: "when I walked down the aisle to marry Terri". Hah!
At this rate, I'm not surprised that they're more spinsters now compared to 50 years back. I, on the other hand, want to get married and save myself from spinsterhood, so I have become more tolerant of my boyfriend's doings and non-doings.
If there's one thing men should not be required to understand is why one, two, eight, seventy three pairs of shoes and bags are almost always never enough. This is one question, I myself often wonder too and until to date have no logical explanation.
It's innate and part of us, so dear boyfriend just drop it and deal with it already, like how we have to deal with all other unexplainable junk you fellas do. But that's anotehr story.
We are damn complicated creatures, I need more women to agree with me.
PICTURES from random mixed up ocassions
Women spell trouble. We are too complicated for our own good.
We want to be in a committed relationship but don't want to give up our freedom to flirt, make out with other guys and just "hang out" with them or have "fun", so we say.
We ask our boyfriend's whether some other girl looks hot, expecting an honest reply and when they reply in the affirmative, we get pissed.
We ask them whether we look good in whatever we're wearing and honestly, it's not even a question, more like a "say yes but make it sound real or else I'll strangle you"
We tell them when they get too clingy that we need "space" (very bs, i feel) but during out spacious time out, we feel neglected and ignored by them.
We tell them not to call or text 'cos we're mad at them but when they really don't do it we flare up even more.
It's also okay for us to be half an hour tardy but when they're a minute, well maybe not a minute say five minutes late, the volcano erupts.
During a radio interview, the late Steve Irwin was asked what his scariest moment in life was. The fearless, crocodile hunter, who deals with carnivorous animals and comes into close proximity with death on a daily basis, his reply: "when I walked down the aisle to marry Terri". Hah!
At this rate, I'm not surprised that they're more spinsters now compared to 50 years back. I, on the other hand, want to get married and save myself from spinsterhood, so I have become more tolerant of my boyfriend's doings and non-doings.
If there's one thing men should not be required to understand is why one, two, eight, seventy three pairs of shoes and bags are almost always never enough. This is one question, I myself often wonder too and until to date have no logical explanation.
It's innate and part of us, so dear boyfriend just drop it and deal with it already, like how we have to deal with all other unexplainable junk you fellas do. But that's anotehr story.
We are damn complicated creatures, I need more women to agree with me.
PICTURES from random mixed up ocassions
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
{ 9:18 AM }
I got my results and I'm relieved beyond relief (make sense?!) that I passed my first year exams. Oh yes, I did. I didn't even bother that I got 47 for my criminal, which under normal circumstances would disappoint me till kingdom come. But, all's good. I'm learning to reach for the clouds instead of reaching for the sky which is just plain suicidal, for me anyway.
I'm glad I passed and to everyone else who did, a big big gigantic CONGRATULATIONS from me, all the way from Brunei. We should promise each other that when 2nd year starts, no more procratinating, fine LESS procrastinating, look up cases way before lectures, attend ALL lectures, love our lecturers to death, prepare for tutorials and basically just be NERDS all year round. What? Nerds are cool ok, not so bad la.
To the girls who are leaving to Reading for 2nd year; Ping Jie, Krystle & Steph take great care of yourselves and we'll see you guys 2007, dont ignore us or pretend to not know us ok. We need all the help we can get on directions, finding classes, the best places to eat and party. <3
To everyone else who's not leaving, see you guys soon. Have a wonderful holiday, yes.
The remaining part of this post is for my dear ShuGirl.
You've left. How sad. No one to bitch with me, have lunch with me, talk to me and just hang out with me. I had a great great great summer break and your presence made it better. We have grown so close that we're like two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly, the sun and the moon. You leaving to the UK, will make my days less interesting. You know I love you. Thanks for being my babe. See you 2007.
ok, i'm annoyed. tried to post picture but it's not loading. damn the pictures, without me, you think you can appear yourself. pfft. going to bed. Night! MWAH!!
I got my results and I'm relieved beyond relief (make sense?!) that I passed my first year exams. Oh yes, I did. I didn't even bother that I got 47 for my criminal, which under normal circumstances would disappoint me till kingdom come. But, all's good. I'm learning to reach for the clouds instead of reaching for the sky which is just plain suicidal, for me anyway.
I'm glad I passed and to everyone else who did, a big big gigantic CONGRATULATIONS from me, all the way from Brunei. We should promise each other that when 2nd year starts, no more procratinating, fine LESS procrastinating, look up cases way before lectures, attend ALL lectures, love our lecturers to death, prepare for tutorials and basically just be NERDS all year round. What? Nerds are cool ok, not so bad la.
To the girls who are leaving to Reading for 2nd year; Ping Jie, Krystle & Steph take great care of yourselves and we'll see you guys 2007, dont ignore us or pretend to not know us ok. We need all the help we can get on directions, finding classes, the best places to eat and party. <3
To everyone else who's not leaving, see you guys soon. Have a wonderful holiday, yes.
The remaining part of this post is for my dear ShuGirl.
You've left. How sad. No one to bitch with me, have lunch with me, talk to me and just hang out with me. I had a great great great summer break and your presence made it better. We have grown so close that we're like two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly, the sun and the moon. You leaving to the UK, will make my days less interesting. You know I love you. Thanks for being my babe. See you 2007.
ok, i'm annoyed. tried to post picture but it's not loading. damn the pictures, without me, you think you can appear yourself. pfft. going to bed. Night! MWAH!!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
{ 12:23 AM }
I have a need to shop my arse off and have no mercy on my purse BUT I'll be broke for the remaining three weeks of my holiday.
I have a need to eat like there's not tomorrow; steak, mashed potatoes, ben and jerry's ice cream, chips, chocolate BUT as if i need the extra fat.
I have a need to play rummy all night (and all day if that's even possible) long and break the world record for playing rummy BUT I'm afraid my back will not be so gentle to me as to stop aching.
I have a need to bum out on classic movies all day in a cold air conditioned room and plush pillows BUT my patience does not stand the test of time.
I have a need to take up a class, Yoga, Pilates, Body Balance, Aerobics, Weight Lifting, whatever BUT unfortunately my interest in things has a very short life span.
I have a need to gossip about other people BUT the bitch well is officially dry.
I have a need rearrange and clean my room, maybe even paint it BUT it'll get dirty again so what's the point and I'm only here temporarily.
I have a need to read good books, novels, anything BUT I often do that on my bed and sleep is a much better hobby, can't help but doze of eventually.
I have a need to get another tattoo BUT I lack the creativity to think of an original patch.
Sigh. Why can't I just do what I want without having suffer consequences. Balance, you say? Balance my tush. If only whoever created the the word 'but' never created it in the first place.
The 2006 VMA's are on. New York New York! Did you catch Justin's opening? Stellar!
I have a need to shop my arse off and have no mercy on my purse BUT I'll be broke for the remaining three weeks of my holiday.
I have a need to eat like there's not tomorrow; steak, mashed potatoes, ben and jerry's ice cream, chips, chocolate BUT as if i need the extra fat.
I have a need to play rummy all night (and all day if that's even possible) long and break the world record for playing rummy BUT I'm afraid my back will not be so gentle to me as to stop aching.
I have a need to bum out on classic movies all day in a cold air conditioned room and plush pillows BUT my patience does not stand the test of time.
I have a need to take up a class, Yoga, Pilates, Body Balance, Aerobics, Weight Lifting, whatever BUT unfortunately my interest in things has a very short life span.
I have a need to gossip about other people BUT the bitch well is officially dry.
I have a need rearrange and clean my room, maybe even paint it BUT it'll get dirty again so what's the point and I'm only here temporarily.
I have a need to read good books, novels, anything BUT I often do that on my bed and sleep is a much better hobby, can't help but doze of eventually.
I have a need to get another tattoo BUT I lack the creativity to think of an original patch.
Sigh. Why can't I just do what I want without having suffer consequences. Balance, you say? Balance my tush. If only whoever created the the word 'but' never created it in the first place.
The 2006 VMA's are on. New York New York! Did you catch Justin's opening? Stellar!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
{ 9:35 AM }
I've come to terms with the fact that the male species ARE promiscuous. I've accepted that fact. It's very not-me. I want my man to be all over me, all mine. Idealistic, I know. Them boys, cheking out other girls, texting them, be-friending them (and trust me it's not all about befriending), flirting with them and hitting the hoem run even.
I don't (and won't) deny that I've had my share of brawls and bruises with the love, questioning commitment and loyalties over third wheel women. After the rage and fury, when nerves have calmed and breath stabilises, come the questions.
Why did you do it? Am I not good enough? Who is she? How do you expect me to trust you again? You don't expect me to track your every move do you? How could you do it to me? What does she mean to you? Why is she better? What? When? Where? Why? How?
There are no definite answers. Blame them, genes. Pfft
At the end of the day, what I've learnt is that his heart is true. Loyal like none other. What every lady should know is that if you know him inside out, you've shared his life, you've lived his life, you've gone through hell and back (and I mean serious hell), you trust and believe him and he likewise to you, then all other shit does not exists. You live in a bubble, just the two of you.
Take comfort in knowing that if somehow, unexplainably he does something to disappoint you, that you're the one he comes back to, the one he wants for the rest of his life.
If that doesn't make you feel better, well think about it this way the other ho' has just downright dirtily embarassed herself by sleeping/making out/whatever with a guy who doesnt give two cents about her and rest assure that the fellow boyfriend/husband will be sharing, actually SPREADING, the news of his conquest the next day and we all know how fast news gets around. Great for you reputation darlin'.
I love my boyfriend. That's all there is to it. It's our world, just the two of us. We will rule and break rules. Noone, nothing, no force can separate us because we own the greatest force of all. Just the two of us. Even in death, we will never part. Forever and ever, babe.
I've come to terms with the fact that the male species ARE promiscuous. I've accepted that fact. It's very not-me. I want my man to be all over me, all mine. Idealistic, I know. Them boys, cheking out other girls, texting them, be-friending them (and trust me it's not all about befriending), flirting with them and hitting the hoem run even.
I don't (and won't) deny that I've had my share of brawls and bruises with the love, questioning commitment and loyalties over third wheel women. After the rage and fury, when nerves have calmed and breath stabilises, come the questions.
Why did you do it? Am I not good enough? Who is she? How do you expect me to trust you again? You don't expect me to track your every move do you? How could you do it to me? What does she mean to you? Why is she better? What? When? Where? Why? How?
There are no definite answers. Blame them, genes. Pfft
At the end of the day, what I've learnt is that his heart is true. Loyal like none other. What every lady should know is that if you know him inside out, you've shared his life, you've lived his life, you've gone through hell and back (and I mean serious hell), you trust and believe him and he likewise to you, then all other shit does not exists. You live in a bubble, just the two of you.
Take comfort in knowing that if somehow, unexplainably he does something to disappoint you, that you're the one he comes back to, the one he wants for the rest of his life.
If that doesn't make you feel better, well think about it this way the other ho' has just downright dirtily embarassed herself by sleeping/making out/whatever with a guy who doesnt give two cents about her and rest assure that the fellow boyfriend/husband will be sharing, actually SPREADING, the news of his conquest the next day and we all know how fast news gets around. Great for you reputation darlin'.
I love my boyfriend. That's all there is to it. It's our world, just the two of us. We will rule and break rules. Noone, nothing, no force can separate us because we own the greatest force of all. Just the two of us. Even in death, we will never part. Forever and ever, babe.
That aside, pictures! (of which I am too lazy to caption) We attended a friend's wedding on Sunday night. I would wish them the best of luck, but I think you should create your own luck. To the newly weds, may they have billions of beautiful babies and they're fire will burn bright forever.
The lovely couple, who were so occupied that an actualy picture of them was too much to ask.
Bad photographer, drunk I'd say. But yes, the ladies.
The guys, all pimped out and the groom (yellow tie)
They be brothers for life.
The guys, all looking very sharp.
They have their vain moments too.
No introduction needed.
Just lovely, I feel anyway.
Friday, September 01, 2006
{ 7:35 AM }
It is a known fact that girls tend to check out other girls, for those of you who never knew.. where have you been. At least now you know. From the way they look to the way they dress to the way the walk, wear their hair, talk, laugh. You get the drift.
There are just certain people that get on your nerves, not one, not two but all nerves - at one go the stomp on it like they're going to *da xiao ren You know, like get on your nerves in an uncontrollably annoying way that makes you just wanna stranggle the daylights out of them. If ever you happen to fall any under of the following categories I suggest you do no cross my path, at all, or even if you so unluckily do, remain scarce because although I do not believe or resort to physical violence, I can curse, jinx and bitch stare like no other, only when necessary.
#1 showing off riches that you do not have to begin with. This is for certain someone's with gucci hooci's and BMW's that exist in minds only. Chio ah.
#2 being so full of yourself that its excrutiatingly intolerable, for further details ref. to _________ (crossed out for discretion, ask me, hillariously funny blog) A blog i read for laughs. Seriously.
#3 if you bitch stare my way, I bitch stare better. Again, only when necessary la. I'm generally very nice, contrary to popular belief. 0=D
#4 if you in anyway try to get TOO friendly with my boyf. Keep in mind that he has only one girlfriend and if you ever want to take my place, you could, if you can keep up. Actually, dream on!
#5 and last but not least, girls who abuse the demurity of their boyfriends, eg. hanging out with millions of other guys, not that its wrong but think of the image you protray and where would your boyfriend place his face. Sure, he "doesnt mind" but ok, whatever. just annoys me. (and btw get over your bloody ex, he's moved on and CLEARLY fine without you)
I'm in a very gnawy mood today, my cat claws are all appearing. I'm just glad I'm done with Criminal Law, Contract Law and Tort Law for good, unless.. *you know what* (choi). And I'm in the process of filtering my mind of all unnecessary things regarding law. I'm unexplanably happy.
Because I'm so proud that we made it through in one whole piece, alive, everyone deserves a mention. In alphabetical order.
Andrew, Carissa(big thanks for GPL), Chika, Cow, Eliv, Greg, Hui Ying, Kat, Keith, Krystle, Li Wen, Nasia, Nic, Sam, Steph, Sushan, Varun, Wee Hoo.
Thanks for being my crutches for the 3 days of nightmare. And, you said we'd never make it out alive. Pfft~
Em: you buggerified monkey of a woman. transfer for what. hate us that much issit? All the best, dear.
Ken: get well soon. do everything you can to stay at the same level with us ya.
Eushen: Long disappeared. good luck in NUS yea. =)
And from yours truly, good night.
*da xiao ren - mandarin term. Where people take slipper/wooden clogs and hit paper dolls obsessively and cursing them to break their hands/feet or go blind or whatsoever evil curse they can think of. If you still dont know what I'm talking about, go die. =)
It is a known fact that girls tend to check out other girls, for those of you who never knew.. where have you been. At least now you know. From the way they look to the way they dress to the way the walk, wear their hair, talk, laugh. You get the drift.
There are just certain people that get on your nerves, not one, not two but all nerves - at one go the stomp on it like they're going to *da xiao ren You know, like get on your nerves in an uncontrollably annoying way that makes you just wanna stranggle the daylights out of them. If ever you happen to fall any under of the following categories I suggest you do no cross my path, at all, or even if you so unluckily do, remain scarce because although I do not believe or resort to physical violence, I can curse, jinx and bitch stare like no other, only when necessary.
#1 showing off riches that you do not have to begin with. This is for certain someone's with gucci hooci's and BMW's that exist in minds only. Chio ah.
#2 being so full of yourself that its excrutiatingly intolerable, for further details ref. to _________ (crossed out for discretion, ask me, hillariously funny blog) A blog i read for laughs. Seriously.
#3 if you bitch stare my way, I bitch stare better. Again, only when necessary la. I'm generally very nice, contrary to popular belief. 0=D
#4 if you in anyway try to get TOO friendly with my boyf. Keep in mind that he has only one girlfriend and if you ever want to take my place, you could, if you can keep up. Actually, dream on!
#5 and last but not least, girls who abuse the demurity of their boyfriends, eg. hanging out with millions of other guys, not that its wrong but think of the image you protray and where would your boyfriend place his face. Sure, he "doesnt mind" but ok, whatever. just annoys me. (and btw get over your bloody ex, he's moved on and CLEARLY fine without you)
I'm in a very gnawy mood today, my cat claws are all appearing. I'm just glad I'm done with Criminal Law, Contract Law and Tort Law for good, unless.. *you know what* (choi). And I'm in the process of filtering my mind of all unnecessary things regarding law. I'm unexplanably happy.
Because I'm so proud that we made it through in one whole piece, alive, everyone deserves a mention. In alphabetical order.
Andrew, Carissa(big thanks for GPL), Chika, Cow, Eliv, Greg, Hui Ying, Kat, Keith, Krystle, Li Wen, Nasia, Nic, Sam, Steph, Sushan, Varun, Wee Hoo.
Thanks for being my crutches for the 3 days of nightmare. And, you said we'd never make it out alive. Pfft~
Em: you buggerified monkey of a woman. transfer for what. hate us that much issit? All the best, dear.
Ken: get well soon. do everything you can to stay at the same level with us ya.
Eushen: Long disappeared. good luck in NUS yea. =)
And from yours truly, good night.
*da xiao ren - mandarin term. Where people take slipper/wooden clogs and hit paper dolls obsessively and cursing them to break their hands/feet or go blind or whatsoever evil curse they can think of. If you still dont know what I'm talking about, go die. =)