Where I could be nerdy and have nerdy chats with nerdy people.
:(
Nichii says:
haiya!!! at least you are not fat d enuf, guys like
[Stephanie] says:
nah
only my freak of a bf likes (HI BITCH :D)
lol
other ppl wont la
they want
curves
D:
me = gradients
Nichii says:
lol!
eh, curves is made out of many gradients!
[Stephanie] says:
ya
so
you = many of me
T_T
Wtf. D:
Btw Sui you are not fat!
You are curvyyyyyy and I want your boobs.
:)
HAHA.
Ok. Anyway I hate sexists.
ROARRRR.
I just copied a quote from this geek website and put it as my msn pm:
I wasn't being serious of course. There is no proven fact that girls are any better at games than guys or vice versa. Though it IS true that the gaming community does lack x chromosomes. :/
(Therefore, there is insufficient evidence to test the theory.)
Anyway, one of my friends (who shall remained unnamed cause I love him dearly and would have forgiven his ignorance by tomorrow anyway so I shall not curse him here) asked me what it meant.
And so I told him that, basically it means that girls are better than guys at gaming.
And he goes HELLS NO.
-_-?
I said oh really? Then he went again HELLS NO. @@
Feeling slightly irritated, I went:
"Okay come 1v1 CS, want?"
"NO WAY. DotA?"
"Sure!"
Then he told me that no way girls can be better than guys at gaming.
And he had the cheek to ask me how come no girls are seen in championship leagues blablabla.
I just told him that he's ignorant.
._.
And the thing that made it worse is the fact that I know I can thrash him in any FPS game, and occasionally in DotA. We never went head to head before, but I don't remember him owning me, ever.
Not to say that he isn't a good player, he's just not exceptional to the point where he feels entitled to make sexist remarks.
Not that I would tolerate sexist remarks in any way. So degrading.
That said, I still maintain that I can frag a good half of the CS players in Garena - not that this is any standard to measure one's skill by, but the fact is that these people I can decimate are males.
And so, I would say that no male has a right to say that girls are inferior to boys at gaming, unless they can somehow show that the worst male gamer can defeat the best gamer of the female population.
Idiots. -_-
Anyway, some people can't take a joke.
What was intended to be a good-natured quip on my msn became a source of conflict and irritation for me.
SIGHHHH.
I'm as irritable as ever.
Must be PMS.
._.
On another note, I have won my last lecturer over - the one whom I said might dislike me cause of my constant staring (quite rude eh? But it's become a habit.)
She gave me a D upper for my first gallery review draft.
It's just a forecast mark. Distinction or higher.
SEE, LING?
I told you lecturers eat any bullshit you feed them.
And I am the princess of bullshit. :D
She was quite impressed - articulate, insightful, meaningful, blablabla.
Actually, I made everything up to sound ARTISTIC and PROFESSIONAL.
Ha.
:D I hope I can get references from them to apply for scholarships again next year.
Anyway I haven't been blogging much because, much as I hate to admit, I've fallen into the boyfriend trap. D: Oh no!
New boyfriend syndrome is where a girl starts to neglect normal, everyday aspects of her life to be with her boyfriend. Sometimes, even ditching friends to layan her boyboy.
O_O Hopefully I haven't done that yet.
And NO Vivi I have not been ignoring you for Mona. Slow replies do not count as neglect.
;p
So anyway, in what I hope is a very natural impulse, I tell everything that's on my mind to my bitch, and then I feel too lazy to recollect and reproduce those thoughts on my blog.
Oh well. Boy went out to dinner just now and I managed to get incredibly irritated in that one hour timeframe and had no one to whine to so what else? Rant on my cute little blog, of course.
Wa. He distracted me.
Now what did I want to say? -_-
Boy is like a little labrador puppy, trotting at my heels pulling on my jeans for attention.
/pats
Wo ai ni! ^_^
Okay. Sorry for digressing.
OH! By the way, Monday was our 1-month anniversary.
HAHA. CONGRATS US PLS.
Survived 3.5 weeks LDR.
Wow, I'm starting to prove myself wrong in more and more issues. o_o
KC said celebrating anniversaries is like counting down to the end of the relationship.
Bullshit. D: For normal people, it's marking how far they've come - birthdays, wedding anniversaries, relationship anniversaries...
He says, no, it's like when you count the days, you can't wait til it's over.
I felt like asking him whether he celebrated his birthday because he was looking forward to his death, but that would be a little bit mean.
So I didn't. :D
ANYWAY. I don't know how many of you I've told, but there's this super annoying little boy that keeps stalking me in uni. =.=
It's not even flattering as he isn't even remotely attractive, appearance-wise and character-wise.
._.
Yes. I sound incredibly superficial, but I just want to emphasize exactly how unwanted his attention is.
He keeps sitting next to me.
So I surround myself with girlfriends.
He walks over and sits on my table to chat.
So I respond with monosyllabic answers with a couple seconds delay (thanks for the idea Sammy)
He follows me after class and trails along with me to lunch.
So I hightail it out of class the moment it ends and ditch him.
He magically runs into me on the streets.
So I walk away.
He reappears 10 minutes later where I'm eating.
So I don't glance at him when he says hi.
He follows me around the corridors in uni.
So I pretend not to hear him and only utter 'uha,' 'yea,' 'hm,' and 'ah' when I feel forced to respond.
He loses his patience and asks me:
"Are you always this HAPPY EVERYDAY?"
I reward him with a sidelong glance.
"All the time, uhuh, yea, hm, ha, ah!"
I turned back to the sculpture display I was observing.
And then I turned back to him, looked him straight in the eye (as straight as I could, he's as tall as my shoulder) and replied with the first complete sentence in a week:
"Yes."
He walked away.
I thought that was it, but later as I was leaving the class to wash a wound (I sliced my finger with the scalpel, surprise) he called out:
"Steph. Aren't you going to do ANY work at all?"
His words resounded off the walls of the almost empty classroom.
More than half the class had left to do some research/photocopying/printing/whatever and only a few people were left. And oh, of course, my lecturer!
Spiteful malicious toadstool.
Slowly, I turned around and held up my index finger.
"I cut my finger."
And with that I walked away, effectively silencing him and quashing any doubts my lecturer had on my diligence.
HOW do you deal with annoying pricks like that?
Besides him taking verbal jabs at my boyfriend, he gives me unwanted comments on my work - good or bad I don't care, I dont want his feedback - and WHINES incessantly about things that don't even concern me.
I wish it could be exactly how it is in the movies where the girls boyfriends comes along and gives him a hateful and terrifying glare and sends him scuttling away shitless. Or better, beating the crap out of him and he leaves me alone forever.
Only my boy weighs 50 kg and is 7000 km away and probably couldn't summon up a passably hateful glare even if he put all his might into it. :/
And I could probably beat the perpetrator up myself - him being the height of a 12-year-old and with the mentality of one, too.
I feel compelled to bitch my way out of this and flip him off once and for all, but on the downside, he might try to sabotage my work out of spite - pour PVA glue on my sculptures, accidentally smudging a charcoal drawing or whatever.
On the plus side, I don't have to deal with obnoxious little midgets with enough attitude for the whole class.
-_-
Argh.
Long time no rant.
It feels good.
Goodbye. Pray the little boy doesn't curse me with his apparent psychic powers - he claims he can influenced the weather, move small objects around and wrestles with spectres in his sleep.
He also asked me if I practised Wicca and whether I had any psychic powers.
._.
What would you do if you were me?
:(
Nichii says:
haiya!!! at least you are not fat d enuf, guys like
[Stephanie] says:
nah
only my freak of a bf likes (HI BITCH :D)
lol
other ppl wont la
they want
curves
D:
me = gradients
Nichii says:
lol!
eh, curves is made out of many gradients!
[Stephanie] says:
ya
so
you = many of me
T_T
Wtf. D:
Btw Sui you are not fat!
You are curvyyyyyy and I want your boobs.
:)
HAHA.
Ok. Anyway I hate sexists.
ROARRRR.
I just copied a quote from this geek website and put it as my msn pm:
"It's a scientifically proven fact that a double dose of the x chromosome also equals a double dose of gaming skill."
I wasn't being serious of course. There is no proven fact that girls are any better at games than guys or vice versa. Though it IS true that the gaming community does lack x chromosomes. :/
(Therefore, there is insufficient evidence to test the theory.)
Anyway, one of my friends (who shall remained unnamed cause I love him dearly and would have forgiven his ignorance by tomorrow anyway so I shall not curse him here) asked me what it meant.
And so I told him that, basically it means that girls are better than guys at gaming.
And he goes HELLS NO.
-_-?
I said oh really? Then he went again HELLS NO. @@
Feeling slightly irritated, I went:
"Okay come 1v1 CS, want?"
"NO WAY. DotA?"
"Sure!"
Then he told me that no way girls can be better than guys at gaming.
And he had the cheek to ask me how come no girls are seen in championship leagues blablabla.
I just told him that he's ignorant.
._.
And the thing that made it worse is the fact that I know I can thrash him in any FPS game, and occasionally in DotA. We never went head to head before, but I don't remember him owning me, ever.
Not to say that he isn't a good player, he's just not exceptional to the point where he feels entitled to make sexist remarks.
Not that I would tolerate sexist remarks in any way. So degrading.
That said, I still maintain that I can frag a good half of the CS players in Garena - not that this is any standard to measure one's skill by, but the fact is that these people I can decimate are males.
And so, I would say that no male has a right to say that girls are inferior to boys at gaming, unless they can somehow show that the worst male gamer can defeat the best gamer of the female population.
Idiots. -_-
Anyway, some people can't take a joke.
What was intended to be a good-natured quip on my msn became a source of conflict and irritation for me.
SIGHHHH.
I'm as irritable as ever.
Must be PMS.
._.
On another note, I have won my last lecturer over - the one whom I said might dislike me cause of my constant staring (quite rude eh? But it's become a habit.)
She gave me a D upper for my first gallery review draft.
It's just a forecast mark. Distinction or higher.
SEE, LING?
I told you lecturers eat any bullshit you feed them.
And I am the princess of bullshit. :D
She was quite impressed - articulate, insightful, meaningful, blablabla.
Actually, I made everything up to sound ARTISTIC and PROFESSIONAL.
Ha.
:D I hope I can get references from them to apply for scholarships again next year.
Anyway I haven't been blogging much because, much as I hate to admit, I've fallen into the boyfriend trap. D: Oh no!
New boyfriend syndrome is where a girl starts to neglect normal, everyday aspects of her life to be with her boyfriend. Sometimes, even ditching friends to layan her boyboy.
O_O Hopefully I haven't done that yet.
And NO Vivi I have not been ignoring you for Mona. Slow replies do not count as neglect.
;p
So anyway, in what I hope is a very natural impulse, I tell everything that's on my mind to my bitch, and then I feel too lazy to recollect and reproduce those thoughts on my blog.
Oh well. Boy went out to dinner just now and I managed to get incredibly irritated in that one hour timeframe and had no one to whine to so what else? Rant on my cute little blog, of course.
Wa. He distracted me.
Now what did I want to say? -_-
Boy is like a little labrador puppy, trotting at my heels pulling on my jeans for attention.
/pats
Wo ai ni! ^_^
Okay. Sorry for digressing.
OH! By the way, Monday was our 1-month anniversary.
HAHA. CONGRATS US PLS.
Survived 3.5 weeks LDR.
Wow, I'm starting to prove myself wrong in more and more issues. o_o
KC said celebrating anniversaries is like counting down to the end of the relationship.
Bullshit. D: For normal people, it's marking how far they've come - birthdays, wedding anniversaries, relationship anniversaries...
He says, no, it's like when you count the days, you can't wait til it's over.
I felt like asking him whether he celebrated his birthday because he was looking forward to his death, but that would be a little bit mean.
So I didn't. :D
ANYWAY. I don't know how many of you I've told, but there's this super annoying little boy that keeps stalking me in uni. =.=
It's not even flattering as he isn't even remotely attractive, appearance-wise and character-wise.
._.
Yes. I sound incredibly superficial, but I just want to emphasize exactly how unwanted his attention is.
He keeps sitting next to me.
So I surround myself with girlfriends.
He walks over and sits on my table to chat.
So I respond with monosyllabic answers with a couple seconds delay (thanks for the idea Sammy)
He follows me after class and trails along with me to lunch.
So I hightail it out of class the moment it ends and ditch him.
He magically runs into me on the streets.
So I walk away.
He reappears 10 minutes later where I'm eating.
So I don't glance at him when he says hi.
He follows me around the corridors in uni.
So I pretend not to hear him and only utter 'uha,' 'yea,' 'hm,' and 'ah' when I feel forced to respond.
He loses his patience and asks me:
"Are you always this HAPPY EVERYDAY?"
I reward him with a sidelong glance.
"All the time, uhuh, yea, hm, ha, ah!"
I turned back to the sculpture display I was observing.
And then I turned back to him, looked him straight in the eye (as straight as I could, he's as tall as my shoulder) and replied with the first complete sentence in a week:
"Yes."
He walked away.
I thought that was it, but later as I was leaving the class to wash a wound (I sliced my finger with the scalpel, surprise) he called out:
"Steph. Aren't you going to do ANY work at all?"
His words resounded off the walls of the almost empty classroom.
More than half the class had left to do some research/photocopying/printing/whatever and only a few people were left. And oh, of course, my lecturer!
Spiteful malicious toadstool.
Slowly, I turned around and held up my index finger.
"I cut my finger."
And with that I walked away, effectively silencing him and quashing any doubts my lecturer had on my diligence.
HOW do you deal with annoying pricks like that?
Besides him taking verbal jabs at my boyfriend, he gives me unwanted comments on my work - good or bad I don't care, I dont want his feedback - and WHINES incessantly about things that don't even concern me.
I wish it could be exactly how it is in the movies where the girls boyfriends comes along and gives him a hateful and terrifying glare and sends him scuttling away shitless. Or better, beating the crap out of him and he leaves me alone forever.
Only my boy weighs 50 kg and is 7000 km away and probably couldn't summon up a passably hateful glare even if he put all his might into it. :/
And I could probably beat the perpetrator up myself - him being the height of a 12-year-old and with the mentality of one, too.
I feel compelled to bitch my way out of this and flip him off once and for all, but on the downside, he might try to sabotage my work out of spite - pour PVA glue on my sculptures, accidentally smudging a charcoal drawing or whatever.
On the plus side, I don't have to deal with obnoxious little midgets with enough attitude for the whole class.
-_-
Argh.
Long time no rant.
It feels good.
Goodbye. Pray the little boy doesn't curse me with his apparent psychic powers - he claims he can influenced the weather, move small objects around and wrestles with spectres in his sleep.
He also asked me if I practised Wicca and whether I had any psychic powers.
._.
What would you do if you were me?
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