I want a new phone

Yes, I have changed a lot in the past few months.

For one, my blog titles no longer have cryptic meanings or witticisms. They're just...what I want to say. I'm far too lazy to think up something fitting or clever and no one every reads the title anywayyyyy.

For another, I used to say that phones are not important - but now YES THEY ARE LA. I mean I don't text like crazy or even call much but the thought of not having a phone now makes me shud-d-d-d-er. D:

How is Sam going to call me leh? :(

Anyway, my mom bought me my first ever phone...my OWN phone, not a hand me down, that is...in January 2008. I chose the black Ericsson w910i.

I still love it until now. But sadly, it shuddered and died in my hands a mere 2 weeks upon my arrival in Melbourne. So yeah, I'm stuck using the free phone my sis got for mom with my 2-year phone contract - an Ericsson 595.

And it is ugly. Like. Shit.

Heavy, ugly, laggy, small screen.

What else could I ask for in a phone? I mean, seriously.

._. Lyk omgwtfbbqs its lyk da best phone evahhhsss!

The things I look for in a phone:

1. Slide design

2. Sturdy keypad

3. Doesn't lag

4. Big screen

5. Light

6. Slim

7. Fairly good camera - 5 mp and above, preferably, for those on-the-go shots

And I was surfing the Sony Ericsson website to hunt for a new phone when I stumbled upon this:

WTF SEXY OK?

It's meets all my criteria except for the light and slim part, but HELL YEAH SEXY OVERRULES ANY OTHER DESIGN FLAWS OK?

Hell, it's so sexy it didn't even get assigned a letter+number, but it got an actual NAME ok!

Sony Ericsson Aino.

Aino aino aino woaini T_T

First time I ever thought a white phone was sexy. I normally like bronze or black. *_*

/drool.

I would ask mommy to buy it for my 18th birthday but

1. she already bought me a SECRET present (oh please not a Lamaze musical octopus x_x I actually got that last year ok. Together with a 300rm Borders gift cardm but yeah. Infant educational toy. Hm.)

2. it's not released yet.

3. it looks expensive.

I guess I could survive with the fugly 595 for now.

It's uglier than it looks here, trust me.

If only it were another colour or design then I might not hate it as much.

Wow, look. Huge improvement! In a girly way la. Typical boys ignore this please.

...WHY NAVY BLUE LA?

It brings back memories of my primary school days. No fun at all.

Many thanks to the bf for offering to fix his old Ericsson P1i so I can use it for the timebeing. :) He got iPhone edi wei! Yao yeng :O

I would like an iPhone too, but I think it's overpriced and I like traditional keypads. Don't get me wrong, I fancy touchscreens too, but I think it's really inconvenient for under-the-table texting or music control.

(AINO HAS BOTH TOUCHSCREEN AND KEYPAD)

I digress.

Anyway, to make the P1i usable, he has to reformat the Windows - meaning the memory will be wiped, along with all our precious memories and texts.

T_T

It wouldn't be so sad if I still had them in my phone. But yeah, my phone died even earlier than his. =_=

Awww. :(

By the way, his first sms to me was at 4 am in the morning while he was hunched over a toilet bowl - to tell me he had too much to drink and was happily puking.

Okay. I exaggerated.

I don't think he was happy while puking.

Anyway, sad laaaa. :(

I know, how often are we going to go back and read those thousands of messages anyway?

But it still makes me a little bit sad to think they will be obliterated FOREVERRRRR.

Sniff.

I want a new phone.

/whines

Ai-no ai-no ai-no!

(Chant like the old Eno commercial)

Psyched!

Can't wait to come homeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D

Earlier, I handed in my textile design to my lecturer. Another guy lecturer walks in and said:

"I'd give that one a 95%, right there."

WALAO CAN I CHANGE LECTURER PLEASE?

Summore this is the subject where my lecturer marks me damn harshly wei. Damn fussy and picky and fickle-minded.

Of course, while I was reeling in shock of unexpected praise, she did her thing and put a damper on it all by going:

"Pfft? You like that? How about this one then?"

Then she picked another person's work and showed it to him.

Die laaaa bitchhh let me bask in my moment of glory la. -_-

:( Oh well.

I CAN'T WAIT TO COME HOMEEEE.

Amanda is staying from Saturday to Tuesday morning, in return for offering me her home next Jan/Feb when I fly off to Miri with my Sammmmmmy. :D

Let's see what's possibly on the schedule, hmm.

- Zouk

- MOS

- Gold classs XD

- Shop with Amandahhhh

- Shop with kamonaaaa

- Eat chilli fishball

- Eat korean ice cream

- Starbucks!

- Haircut

- Birthday party with family and kawans :)

- SEE ASS + DotA!

- Ice skating with Tan Sui

- Teh Ais with Alex?

- Makan with KC

- Cari Vivi

- Takei with JK - visit ftzzzzzzz :D

- Nomnomnom my boy :3

Wheeeeee I can't wait.

Screw quarantine. I'm fit as a fiddle and I won't stay home unless I start showing flu symptoms. o_O

Wheeeeee. Tuesday edi. Leaving 12.30 am Saturday!

*hops around happily*

3 days of shopping and my New Media paper on Friday, then packpackpack and buhbye Melbourne. :)

Hello holidays!

Woo! Finished my english paper today and handed in my textile design too. :)

Forgot to put in my research for textiles but screw it lah. I was damn tired.

I tell you my sleeping habits are damn imba.

Amanda asked me why I was so tired today and I told her I couldn't sleep. She said that I told her that I was going to shower and sleep when she went to bed at 2.30 am.

I slept around 3.30 am.

Huh?

Okay, I know I put some finishing touches on my textiles and chatted to Helyna for a bit, but what happened to the 2 hours? =_=?

I went to bed at 3.30 and I had another panic attack. :(

I've had 3 since I arrived in Melbourne.

I can't explain why it happens - it just does.

It starts out with something minor - inability to sleep and restlessness.

Few minutes later my heart starts pounding uncontrollably and I started to hyperventilate.

=_____= And don't tell me it was because I was nervous about my exam - o0o it was only English and I have NEVER freaked for a test before.

I don't even know why but horrible images were just flashing through my head - nightmares on video played in full technicolour and I couldn't stop them.

It's worse than having nightmares in your sleep, cause you just wake up and it's all gone - you forget about them immediately most of the time.

Imagine being wide awake with your eyes open and seeing things that terrify you, one after another.

...

I remained curled up in my blanket for almsot 45 minutes before I picked up my phone and texted Sam. T__T

Half of me was hoping he'd reply and the other half of me was hoping he'd sleep through it cause he had work the next day and I didn't want him to be zombified.

But my sweet, sweet boyfriend called me at 2.30 am Msian time even though he gets up for work at like, 6 something and talked to me for a good 15 minutes to calm me down; he even sang to me so I could sleep.

Tell me where you get such awesome people lah. *_* /wipes tear

I fell asleep almost immediately after he hung up, though my heart was still beating erratically.

Fast, then slow, then fast again. Heart problem already la.

:(

I love my Sam :D

I had a nap at Amanda's house just now while waiting for 6pm so I could hand my assignment in. I had more nightmares.

...

Lots of blood and violence and death. =_=

I'm going crazy edi eh.

Can't wait to go home and curl up in bf's arms and sleep. T_T

4.5 days, Malaysia, hot weather and milo ais, here I come!

Unintended

Yesterday.

"Is there ANY way at all to protect a big thumb drive like this," my lecturer holds up an external hard disk, "from viruses when you plug them into other computers, say, at the library?"

"Nope."

"Not at all?"

"Yea, just like STDs - the more you plug 'em in, the more viruses you get."

Done answering her question, I turned back to my work.

My lecturer's voice cut through the air:

"Steph, did you just...make...a sexual reference?"

"Huh?"

My classmates burst into laughter.

Nicky very not embarassingly yelled:

"Look! She's gone all red in colour!"

I started sputtering.

"NOOOOO it's cause she LOOKED at me like THAT!" T____T

"Don't worry, it's a...very good metaphor actually!"

She shook her head, probably wondering what the hell is wrong with my generation.

Oh my god. Blush blush.

The LOOK on my lecturer's face!

WTF. Even Jimmy, who's the number 1 blur fella laughed like hell.

=_=

I don't think my classmates will hold a thumb drive the same way again.

***

Today.

I had Subway in the corridor during break time and Joyce suddenly appeared for presentation day - late.

She lamented that she couldn't get her booklet printed because her thumb drive broke down, that's why it was late.

THEN, she showed us her thumb drive.

-_- 'Broke down' doesn't even begin to describe it.

It was broken, literally, into 3 parts - the outer casing, the memory card + circuit board, and the external contact point where you plug it into the computer.

I held it up for a closer look.

The 4 contact points of the metal were bent rather sadly at a 50 degree angle.

"Walao. Ganasnya. Violent la you -_-"

Nicky chuckled. "Her poor boyfriend."

I looked at the metal corpse in my hand again and commented - "Looks like this."

I held it a little higher.

And then I realised what I just said when Nicky burst into laughter again "REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID YESTERDAY! About the..."

"YES YES I DIDN'T MEAN IT TO BE THAT WAY OK?"

T___T I meant that her boyfriend kena whack until bengkok okay? Not that his...

Nevermind.

I dropped the thumb drive back into Joyce's hand and she walked away staring, wondering what we were talking about.

God. That innocent thumb drive suddenly turned into a phallic symbol in 20 seconds flat.

/washes hands

Ughhhhhh.

Kurus vs Gemuk

Sui sui has just blogged about being fat.

No I'm not going to patronize you by saying you're skinny, don't talk blablabla.

But honestly, I don't think you're fat.

Maybe on the round side, but maybe it's just that our standards of being overweight are different.

I know people would love to slap me for saying that skinny isn't exactly the world's most desirable figure, either.

Like Sui, I absolutely loathe when girls who are PERFECTLY slim whine about being fat and needing to diet blablabla.

But I also find it irritating when girls who are fat tell me to shut up when eating/trying out clothes like it's my fault entirely that they're fat and I'm not.

I'm not exactly the ideal size either.

Though I have to limit my protests due to the question "would you swap figures with me?"

No. I wouldn't. I'd rather be thin than fat, to be completely honest.

But what I'm saying here is that most girls my size are not any happier about our figures than fat girls are.

One advantage fatter girls get is having the feminine curves that almost every female desires. Come on, who would wanna try on a strapless dress and have your friend burst into laughter saying you have nothing to hold it up, then complaining that they themselves too fat/boobs or tummy is too big a moment later?

Hello. Ass much? -_-

Imagine that you're trying on a size 8 pair of jeans and you can't even get it past your thighs and then I go HA THUNDER THIGHS and then proceed to pull AND zip up aforementioned pair of jeans.

Then I go, "oh god, my legs are so skinny :(((("

Don't you feel like slapping me?

So yeah, don't think you have the privilege to criticize thinner people and get away with it just because you like to demean yourself by insisting you're fat all the time. ._.

I still feel a little bit irritated whenever I can't wear a sexy dress cause I don't have enough cleavage to show or when I can't wear sleeveless tops because my collar and shoulderbones are so prominent they're actually very ugly.

But my days of despising my figure are long over. I guess there's a time where we all move past that phase of being too judgmental of our appearance and just stop caring so much.

After all, no one else cares what your body looks like, unless they're totally superficial assholes whose opinion doesn't matter anyway.

And yes, you're an asshole when you whine about being fat but refuse to date someone fat either. ._.

Or worse, you're fat but refuse to accept you're fat and THEN refuse to date someone fat.

Ha. Double standard bitch.

If everyone can just accept themselves for what they look like, then yay.

Stop hating!

Though if you're so fat/skinny that it affects your health, that's another matter altogether.

That said, the media and common population do not consider people who are either too fat or too skinny to be appealing, so we should all aim to be average.

:) Me average?

No thanks.

Naysayers can go suck it.

I don't want breasts that enter a room before my legs do nor do I want an ass that sweeps people off their feet when I make an abrupt turn.

I'm skinny and have a BMI of 16.

And while I'm trying to gain weight, I'm not hating myself in the process either.

You should learn to be like Sui and accept yourselves for who you are. :))

Note that being skinny isn't always better than being fat.

Me?

Or me?

(Not that I would say America Ferrera is fat. I'm just using her as an example cause friends I know who half her size think that they're fat. I think she's gorgeous although people consider her overweight.)

But whatever I say, people will never people happy. :/

Underweight vs overweight?

Interpretation is individual.

P.s. YEA my BMI went up 1 point since I left Malaysia. Congratz me please.

Worthless

Kill me kill me kill me.

I hate myself.

I hate the world.

What am I doing here?

Don't bother.

Forget about it.

I'm not worth it.

Good night and good bye.

Irritable!

I guess I just hate people interrupting when I'm really focused on my work. :/

These past few days, I felt a tiny flash of anger every time someone stops me from doing my work to do something wu liao like make a face at me or act cute.

-__________-

No, I normally don't mind people acting cute - I'm extremely guilty of this as well though I think mostly people think it's inappropriate for me to do so is because I'm too tall and skinny to do so. If I were petite with rosy cheeks and twinkly eyes people would just go AWWWW SO CUUTEEE.

But yeah. Disturbances are ARGHHH.

Yesterday I got my first HD+! (Besides English)

It was for my May gallery review and I totally didn't expect it cause I took 5 hours to write it because I kept getting distracted and running off to chat/play and writing one paragraph every half hour.

90/100!

O_O

Yeaaayyy! :D

Okay. Playing DotA with Daniel and Wilson now.

._. Batrider ftwwwww :)

4 months!

:D No I'm counting up not counting down, like KC says.

Yes we've gaduh-ed before.

Yes I've sulked.

Yes I've been a selfish bitch.

And yes I still love him muchmuchmuchiessssssss :D

I still remember when I used to semi-stalk queenofpain in CS and I'm sure he remembers meeting itu snowbunnie in the zombie mods.

Kinda of funny to think that when we first heard about each other I thought he was a girl and he thought I was a guy. :D:D

Internet does wonders for obscuring one's identity.

Meh.

Love you bitch. :)

Watching you sleep makes me giggle like a 13-year-old girl with a crush on her senior. D:

:)

116 days since I last hugged and kissed you.

18 days until I next hug and kiss you!

XD I can't wait until the gangly girl with the imba temper goes out with the shyshy geek with the even more imba temper.

Nananana chocolates and CS and goleks :)

Happy goleking time!

Okay I'm rambling almost incomprehensibly like a primary schoolgirl again. D:

You made me that way :o

Aw blush. -^_^-

4 am and you have yet to make a sound in your sleep.

:/ I wanna hear something in return for all the snores I gave you!

Heehee.

Good night. :)

A day to wonder...

Would he be happy with the way I am now?

Would he be happy with my achievements in my studies since?

Would he approve of my boyfriend?

Would he be waiting for me at the airport when I come home in July?

But I guess that wondering is all I can do.

It kinda sucks when your life is filled with 'what ifs' and 'maybes.'

It's been 3 years since dad died and the wound is still there, even if its buried beneath layers of happy smiles and apathetic stares.

I'm just sad.

A big hello to all my other friends out there who also lost their mommy or daddy way too soon. I feel the same.

Milestone birthdays, your first boy/girlfriend, graduation, weddings, your first child...something they will never see in the flesh.

But perhaps they will still see.

From somewhere.

It was said that my daddy's soul will move on and leave my family 3 years after his death. I don't know up to what extent this is true, but the thought of it just leaves a pretty huge hole in my heart.

Does that mean that he won't be by my side after today?

I don't believe so.

Yesterday I found out that the father of a friend of mine had been diagnosed with stage 3 nose cancer, I was hit with several feelings at once.

A deep sadness. Sympathy. Hope. Devastation.

I wish the best for her family.

I know what its like experiencing the suffering of a loved one.

The sleepness nights filled with worry.

Trying to stifle the feeling of dread.

Attempting to fill yourself with hope.

It is not an easy thing to go through.

And this post is to remember how my dad fought and nearly won - only to be betrayed by another act of carelessness and incompetence by the Malaysian system.

Life can be sad.

But I have grown.

And I still love and miss him everyday.

... :'(

/stones

Freezing my ass off wei. Winter has officially arrived.

I HATE THE COLD!

T__T

That day I was walking to class and my palm turned GREY.

GREY! Like a corpse wei!

I need gloves.

Which are pretty hard to find for me because my fingers are either too long or too skinny. :/ And people still wonder why I use such a baby-sized mouse like a Salmosa when my fingers are as long as the mouse.

Anyway I was complaining to my sister how cold I was at night because our apartment had no built-in heater and it RAINS at night. The temperature averages at about 7C at night and 11C in the morning.

She asked me what I wore to bed - she wears long pants and long sleeved shirts and shorts.

I said I wore Mona's giant t-shirt and panties.

._.''

NOW I KNOW WHY I'M SO COLD.

*insert big duh and eyeroll here*

But I hate wearing tights or long sleeved anything to sleep la.

I don't like anything that restricts my joints. Anyone who knows me well knows that I walk around half-naked at home in Malaysia without a care in the world.

No guys at home anyway.

The maid's already accustomed to my obscene habits and if Mona comes over I highly doubt he'd mind at all.

Screw it. I'd rather shiver and shake rather than wear long-johns (ewww.) to sleep!

D:

Anyway yesterday I played CS for the first time in weeks.

WEEKS.

Who would've thought I had to power to abstain from gaming? Hm?

Coming from a person who used to game until she missed meals and suffered severe sleep deprivation and joint aches...wow!

Back to the point.

Some ass was talking cock in game while I was being super agreeable for once - most people who have played with me often enough agree that I can be a superbitch to people who irritate me.

He was flaming the poor host for hosting a laggy game - even though his ping was 80 - and I told him to please leave and join one of the many servers outside instead of flaming the host.

Another player kindly suggested that he used the scope instead of playing scopeless and bunniehopping.

He retorted with a DUN NOOB LA PLEASE.

The player who suggested that he started aiming left the game.

And the ass went SAD NOOB LEAVE EDI.

=_= Wah. Damn sohai wei.

I told him to diam please damn bising.

And THEN.

The age-old phrase that ego-injured males spew while scolded in games:

COME ONE ON ONE LA NOOB!

AHAHHAA.

I was damn patient summore.

I explained that I was playing in Australia and my ping was 300 - a definite lag and I wasn't even complaining, so why should an 80 ping Malaysian complain?

He said YOU COWARD LA NOOB DONT DARE THEN DONT TALK LA.

Then he asked YOU WHAT RACE?

I said 'bangali :)'

Hoho, his retort was priceless:

"JUST NOW YOU SAY AUST YOU DONT TALK COCK LA!"

Wah. Playing from Australia must mean I'm Australian meh?

@@

I suggested that we have a clan match if he was not satisfied.

He then retorted, asking me sarcastically if we had time in his ALMIGHTY CAPS LOCK.

He then called me childish.

Then I started HAHAHA-ing uncontrollably.

"YOU WHAT CLAN AH?"

"CHOC"

"CHOC IN AUS? YOU DONT BULLSHIT LA"

":/ It's just me."

"WHATS YOUR USERNAME?"

My name then was alien baby. I declined to reply.

He yelled some more.

"YOU CHILDISH LA!"

"Aiyoyo. Diam and play. Later we go outside talk."

"WHATS YOUR NAME IN CLAN? CHOC? I GO ASK JK AND SEE LA!"

Bitchass name dropper -___-

"Sure :D go ask jk who snowbunnie ini is looo"

He afked for one round and then promptly left the game.

=________=

He was no where to be found in the channel either.

Balless chicken.

I messaged JK and he said that nope, no one had talked to him recently.

I told him what happened and he charged into the CS room to take my place and 1v1 the fella.

He gave me a big =_= when I reminded him that the asshole had fled.

AHAHAH.

That would be damn priceless wei!

I damn hate namedroppers la.

Pretend macam he knows JK and then have JK himself show up and beat the crap out of him.

I wish I could have seen that happen. :(

I owe JK gummi worms. :D

Alex doesn't want to help me d. :(

He told me that if ppl diu me next time go ask Mona to help.

Aiyerrr.

But if it's idiots like CP-Cipet who provoke me - I can solve it myself.

Lag and all. :D

Anyone heard of this suckahhh? XD

It's situations like these that keep me playing.

Damn cute wei.

You can almost FEEL the testosterone-pumped atmosphere when gaming.

Male egos. *shakes head*

Change topic.

OMG I have this huge...THING on my cheek.

It's not a pimple. Not a blackhead. Not a boil. Not a mosquito bite.

WTF IS IT?

It's like purple and round and slightly protruding.

It doesn't itch, doesn't hurt, doesn't swell up.

It's just THERE. Like that small patch of flesh had an extra dose of growth hormones. D:

I almost wish it were a pimple, then I can be SURE it will go away.

Argh.

Otherwise, I think my skin is getting much better already.

Better than it was in Malaysia anyway, where it was all...ugh. I'm not going to say it. Later my boyfriend refuses to kiss me edi. D:

I ALMOST SLAPPED MY FAVOURITE TEACHER TODAY!

My New Media teacher likes to slap my ponytail when I'm absorbed in my work. He did it twice today.

He tried the third time and so ngam I was going to call him for help on my work - my hand was raised and I spun around in my chair to wave at wherever he might be...only to have my hand stop inches from his face.

He went O_O, his hand frozen in the air and he flinched.

"I thought you were going to HIT me there!"

LOL.

Anyway, that day a creepy Tibetan-looking guy at Burger King suddenly started talking to me. =_= I was at the counter waiting for my ice cream when he walked up and asked:

"Why are you so slim?"

Then a creepy smile.

WTF.

I muttered "high metabolism" and hightailed it out of there.

O_O

CREEPS!

By the way I was SO sure I'd become all cute and chubby when I came to Australia, but so far I look exactly the same, albeit with much longer hair.

Sorry babe. Not that you're much fatter either XD

By the way, is it just me or do you girls out there find it an extreme turn-on when guys dress up nicely in a shirt and proper pants? O_O

Argh.

My cute bitch!

I woke up early this morning just to watch him put his tie on.

ROARRRRR I wanna grab him by the tie and drag him away and [...]

:D

Julius says that Mona is such a nerd with a siman office boy face and I think I totally disgusted him with my answer by squealing I LOVE NERDSSSSS!

:/

But I do. :) And if I say I love anyone else, I'm lying.

I only love this nerd. XD

I haven't shown my new sunnies on this blog yet!

Here you go! :D

This is not a camwhore opportunity.

...

Ok. No more Banksy references.

Here's my very long fringe.

And to reverse my bad karma from acting cute (albeit on behalf of Sheepy), here's a pic of me acting extremely unappealing.

ALL HAIL ALIEN BABY!o_ov

P.s. Hi Weiwei you stalker! D:

Update

Hello again. I've been contemplating abandoning this blog but I suddenly have an urge to babble. And so I abandon the idea of abandoning my blog.

Today I was amazed at how well I can control my temper now.

I spent hours on the comp last night editing parts of my group english assignment. 2 of my group members - Jimmy and Lala - had already given me their parts long long ago.

The only person I was waiting on was the person who asked for a favour - to let him join our group. We were dubious at first, but there wasn't really a strong reason to reject him- then.

Oh. I really regretted that.

For 5-6 weeks, we had been researching and compiling data to write a 500 word report with citations and references. We handed in the draft a couple of weeks ago.

His was returned, and the lecturer said NO NO NO this is all wrong. It was off topic! So we had discussions. Yes. Numerous discussions.

Fast forward two weeks and I was sitting at my computer being fed BULLSHIT about how his computer had a virus, MS Word wasn't updated, internet was shitty, he was not used to using Mac BLABLABLA...all pure fucking bull.

All I wanted was his 500 words - ON topic - with citations and references. No problem, the rest of us had already told him that we would write the summary, intro and conclusion as well as do the cover, layout and table of contents ALTHOUGH it was GROUP work.

So yeah, there I was, at misnight last night almost heaving a fit over the fact that I had yet to see ANYTHING he had researched and written over the past 5 weeks.

Finally, he sent me his report.

I read it and it was:

- Off-topic

- Citations were all wrong

- References were not done

- Grammatical mistakes everywhere even though he speaks English fluently

- Format wrong

- PLAGIARISED.

And it was LATE.

I asked him very calmly where his references were.

And THEN he tells me, OH I THINK I GAVE YOU THE WRONG REPORT.

...

Then he went offline.

...

......

..............................................................

I made Jimmy call him and he promised to show up today during our FINAL english class to finish off his part.

And surprise, surprise. No sign of the retarded asshole.

1.5 hours into the class, where I was fuming silently and finishing up the assignment. He calls me and says that he was at NGV doing his gallery review - which was due later in the day and should have been done days ago - and that he sent me his second version of his part.

I said ok and hung up.

Then I told the lecturer that he had just sent me his second part...AFTER I've finalised the assignment.

And then I told the lecturer that I didn't give a shit about him any more and that I was NOT going to do his bloody work for him and he can fail for all I care, taking all of us with him.

*insert heavenly music here*

My lecturer said she completely agreed.

Let him fail, he deserves it.

His shit will not affect our marks, but the group mark for compiling the whole thing will still be awarded to him.

I let my displeasure be known and Raz told me she had the same problem with her groupmate. Amanda too.

How fucking fair is it that we lose marks because of HIS shoddy work, and he gains marks for OUR effort?

Fuck group work.

I've always hated it.

=___________=

Rant over.

Amanda and Jimmy said my face and tone of voice was pretty much furious although in a very calm way. I didn't raise my voice at all!

I'm so proud of myself.

:/

Apart from that fucking asshole who does not deserve to be named - (I hope he gets and STD and has itchy testicles for the rest of his life. Padan muka for fucking around and not taking responsibility for group work.) - I'm pretty happy with life here actually.

:) /strained smile

My beloved boyfriend finally got tired of my grandmotherly nagging and called people up to get an interview.

Calling on Monday.

Interview on Tuesday.

Hired on Wednesday.

SIBEH PRO LA!

So happy for him :D

I'm also happy because I went shopping at DFO Spencer Street yesterday and got a pair of sunnies! Cheap ones - only 12.50 but they don't look cheap at all. :X

Also got a yellow skirt, a white skirt, shiny stretchy rockstar leggings that I can wear as pants and a t-shirt that says I love FUN. :D

Sunnies = 12.50

Skirt = 5 each

Leggings = 5

Tee = 5

DAMN CHEAP LA WTF I'M A PRO SHOPPER!

Laaalalalala...

Also had a wicked birthday party on Friday. Had my classmates over and Lala got drunk after half a Bacardi and 2 shots of Absolut. =___=??

Squirming and the floor begging for another shot.

ONE MORE SHOT PLEASE

PLEEEEEASE MANDAH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I rolled over in my bed where I had just fallen asleep and said:

"No more alcohol for Shella."

HALF? HALF? JUST HALF! PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEEEEASEEEE

All this while red in the face and kicking around my bedroom floor.

Hilarious. XD

Oh. I fell asleep cause I was pretty much high - had beer and Bacardi and 3 consecutive shots. Sammy asked me to go to my room so I can hear him on the phone and after giggling and babbling and being obscene I couldn't get off the bed.

It was just so fucking comfortable.

My head was spinning and I couldn't walk straight, but I could still get up and talk normally when my friends came in to sleep. =_=

My common sense never abandons me. :/

No fun la.

I leapt out of my bed and puked in the toilet.

:D

No more shot after shot after shot thanks. :(

It just feels so good to feel your throat burninggggggggggggggggggggggg XD

Haiya. I feel like doing my textile design already.

It's 8 degrees out there and my fingers are numb.

If you want a post with pictures - jangan harap.

Go to my facebook if you want visual representation of what's going on in my life now.

Tata.