Hello all! Jessica is a happy girl today despite being almost totally pissed drunk yesterday but still not having a hangover and having a total lack of sleep. Anyway, yesterday the guys wanted to drink and get drunk basically and so we had James remainder of his birthday vodka, beer, the other guys bought Johnny (SP?) Walker( the black label or something like that), I bought this vodka twist thingy with strawberry and vanilla drinks in it. Basically I wanted that to be my alcohol for the night cause I was going to talk to my parents that night. We didnt want to disturb the guys as we thought well, the guys should have a guys drinking session but Bobbie was like let's drink your shot of vodka and she got out her shot glass as well and took a shot of pure vodka. Mine's not pure vodka. I know I swore off vodka but I never shot it before, I guess it was alright, wasnt really burning or anything but Dont shot a glass of Johnny Walker, that burns your throat badly. Basically by the end of the night I was so tipsy I had to support myself when I go into the toilet and stuff. But its all good fun, we have had our 'interllectual conversations' while we were high about religion and politics and stuff. Its cool.. Even the topic on my presentation- Racial Reconciliation. Its was cool, by 230am, we were well and quite pissed and decided to go off to bed. I dont know what came over me but anyway I just became very sad and wanted someone to cry to and everything just came out I guess.
I guess a few words can explain how I'm feeling right now and Happy is one of them.
-ThE EnD-
I read this poem in class today and had to pick out elements of absurdity in this poem. This poem is written by William Shakespeare, 'My mistress' eyes' (Sonnet 130).
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she bellief with false compare.
Love is absurd
but yet..
I'm in love
-ThE EnD-
Listening to Madonna: La isla Bonita
They change their climate, not their soul, who rush across the sea.
I hate my group mates. You guys know how I'm working in a group of five to do a presentation on Racial Reconciliation between the whites and the aborigines. I vonlunteered to do the powerpoint presentation, probably not the smartest thing to do but well since no one wanted to do it, I just say what the hell, I'll do it. But for the power point presentation to be even complete, people must give their points for their slides right? No, one quits school and claims that she has sent me an email about her points like 3 times and sent another group mate of mine the points as well. I sent another email to both of them and ask for the points. My presentation is tomorrow mind you guys, and I still dont have her points and we cant cut her part out because she's doing the history of reconciliation. I mean I feel sorry that she is not going back to uni and stuff(this is really common here apprantly), they lose pieces of their lives and decide a few years later they want to study and come back to study anyway. Quite stupid, I wont comment on that further. And the other group mate? She seems bloody dynamic and everything, but she has been ignoring all my calls, my smses and everything and the next time I'm going to see ANY of them at all is tomorrow which is the day of my presentation. Why am I so 'blessed' with such group mates who seem like they are from hell. I'm really getting very agitated over this matter cause I mean I put in the effort to do this presentation and its like I was the one branded for not doing research and all that stuff and now, I'm the one who has to chase them to get their stuff done. I honestly think our presentation will be the worse one among all those we have seen so far. To think we have 'planned and organized' everything from the first week and now this is the week of our presentation and now this happens. I'm like what the hell. Argh, this is why I hate to work with Aussies sometimes, actually most of the time. Last semester also like that, difference is last semester its an individual group presentation. Everyone prepares their own work and just present what they have. This time its different. I had better calm down or else wrinkles will appear soon at this rate its going.
I'm also positively fed-up with my college application for next year. Its so bloody troublesome that its even harder to apply for college than to apply for university. I didnt think it was that hard. What a bitch just to apply to stay and pay heaps in the bloody college. Argh, I think this week is really bad, wait in fact the past 2 weeks have been like that. Fed-up.
I guess what can make up for it is time spent with him. I think we have gone closer as good friends over the past few weeks. So much so that I'm quite distracted from my work. Heh I know he wont read my blog I think but nevertheless I'm just saying Thank you to him for all the time spent putting up with me and listening to me whine about everything and anything daily. I do know now that you appreciate spending time with me, but perhaps you dont know that I too appreciate having time spent with you. Although, I'm quite confused in what I feel about you right now but I'm sure that it will be alright once I get my bearings right. After all I have only 3 more months left in this place before I have to move on to another place while you move on to another uni. I guess there are many aspects that I'll miss spending time with you. The times where you try to imitate my expressions, the stupid dance in the cinema, the times where you're playing the game and I support everyone else who kills you while you still supported me while I had a go at the game, the times where you feel bad that you passed your sickness to me and was the only one who constantly asked me if I was feeling alright, the times we just sat there and talked about next year and what we will miss about this place, the times we just laid there and kept quiet but yet I felt that those are our best conversations, the times where you gave up struggling and just let me whack and bite and what nots, the times where you fight back but yet still trying to be chauvinistic, the times you find my bony bits comfy(that I still dont get), our law and order times, our gossiping times, many many things that I want to remember forever and have happy memories about them. Thank you for everything.
Perhaps one day I can have a video camera and just tape all our good times together and I'll be contented.
I know I keep saying Thank You and perhaps repeatedly saying it might make it lose its meaning but no other words can express my gratitude cause I'm truly grateful.
Thank You.
-ThE EnD-
Sigh, I dont like Saturdays. Even though its the weekend, its kind of like meaning that school's starting in 2 days time. You see I have a super long weekend, therefore Friday feels like Sunday to me but then again when Sunday comes, I'll be grumbling that time is never enough for me to finish my work. Perhaps if I dont blog as often, then I'll have more time to study. Heh, but who in their right minds will choose study over blogging? (Basically wasting time..)
Yesterday was a bloody time wasting day. I wanted to put a video into a powerpoint presentation. Thing is its in a proper video, therefore I have to change it into an mpeg version to put into my presentation but lo and behold, poor James ran up and down to help me with the thing. We spent 3 bloody hours in the classroom trying to do the thing and in the end what was achieved? NOTHING! Argh, I tell you I'm so pissed off at it and actually still a little disappointed about it cause I did promise my group members that I'll get it done but in the end I didnt , so its like I let them down. Bleah.. Feel bad, on top of it all, I'm broke. I have to still pay 33 bucks to register for college next year. What crap and worse of it all, my stupid landlady went off at me for eating cereal after dinner. What the fuck man. Cereal is for anytime and anywhere. "It is absolutely riddiculous that people eat cereal after dinner and lunch". I mean like HELLO! Get the hint if someone eats cereal after your dinner or lunch. Not in a very good mood.
-ThE EnD-
Yesterday I had my long day. I made a vow I'll blog every wednesday cause its a form of release for me because every wednesday I get very PMSy. Sometimes I wonder why myself. I fixed my own timetable, I chose this timing knowing full well that its tiring but yet I still did it. When we were in JC, sch started at 745am in the morning, I have to get up at 545am every single day and most of the time my day ends at 545pm or with training it ends at 9pm. Every day, day in day out, I have no problem with this lifestyle, now having a straight 7 hour day per week and I'm complaining every week about it. Am I getting weaker? Wait, I think the appropriate word is older already. I have been told a million times that 2 years is not a long time. 2 years is about as long as college years, 2 years is just a transition from 18 to 20 but I have no idea why, I feel particularly old this year. Perhaps it is because I am older than most of the people in my class and much less mature(sadly). I used to think that once I hit 18, everything will just go downhill, in fact things are just moving along and if I dont catch up and move along with the world, I'm doomed. Perhaps, that's why I'm tiring out already. I havent even started my working life yet and I'm tired out already.
Yesterday I was reading my friendster testimonials from my friends and suddenly I miss home so much. I miss my friends, the times and the crap that we go through. The friends that stood by me when I had trouble with my parents, friends that stood by me when I had relationship problems, friends I could just whine and confide to, friends that stood by each other in competitions, friends that give encouragement to me in my studies, friends that send me things when they know that I'm very stressed up for my exams, friends who constantly ask about my well-being, friends who look out for me even though I have not seen them in years... Friends that will always be there for me. I just thought of all my friends last night, I wanted to list out all my friends in my head mentally and found that the list is too long, I'm afraid that I'll miss someone out because each and every one of you are dear to me. I hate it when I start missing home and my friends, not that I dont want to miss them but it just makes me sad.
I love you guys. Really.
Hugz
And Amy, I know you'll never read this but Happy 20th Birthday gal. I know how much you have sacrificed to make me happy. I'll always appreciate it from the bottom of my heart and I wish you all the best.
And you, you'll not read this I know but nontheless, I love you too..
-ThE EnD-
I went down to the Ekka on Saturday. If you're wondering what's the Ekka, its actually a Brisbane Carnival that has the full works. I went down on the last day. Havent really been into such a Carnival before but I heard from friends and stuff that the fireworks would be very nice and that there are many showbags to buy(which I did by the way) and yeah, so this is a brief glance of what the Ekka's all about. Not much though cause we spent the whole day shopping literally with Bobbie, Nicole, Kirk(Bobbie's boyfriend) and me! The guys werent very interested in the carnival but they did regret not going after we came back! Aha..
Nic, Bobbie and me inside the Showbag Pavillion
3 of us resting at the arena after our showbag binge!
Me and Nic with our M&M plush toys
3 of us at the Arnott's carriage
Me and Nic resting and refusing to get up anymore
--------------------------------Stuff I bought from the Ekka------------------------
All the showbags I bought
Brief overview of what I bought at the Ekka
Toasted Marshmallows- 4 packets for $5(shared half with Nicole)
Mega Warheads showbag- $5
The Coca Cola showbag- $18.50
The FHM Showbag(OohLalaguys)- $10
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Basically that's all to my show bags though it seems as if its not alot but I spent quite abit of money that day. After the Ekka, Nic and me went to meet Amy at chinatown after her work to have dinner. So we had dinner at the Singapore-lah restaurant. It was cool, had a girls' day and night out. Came back totally exhausted though but I think its all worth it! The fireworks were awesome, I may be swaku but its the first time I saw life fireworks and the worst thing was, my camera had a system error when it was during the fireworks, and after the last firework went up in the sky, it started working again. What crap! But nontheless, I guess I get to enjoy it then. Cant wait for the Riverfestival to come up as I heard the fireworks are even better! Anyways, back to racial reconciliation. Bummer..
-ThE EnD-
Listening to : I've never to been to me by Charlene(one my favourite songs since young)
I received an email from Philip, my ex-colleague from CPF, regarding this essay written by Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen, from Raffles Girls' School, who won the top prize in the Commonwealth Essay Competition that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries. Her short story focuses on the conflict in values between an old woman and her independent-minded daughter. Its amazing work really..
THE old woman sat in the back seat of the magenta convertible as it
careened down the highway, clutching tightly the plastic bag on her lap,
afraid it might be kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed. With trembling hands she pulled the seat
belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with
her
calloused fingers. Her daughter had warned her not to dirty it:
'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver
mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance',
'liquidation', 'assets', 'investments'. Her voice was crisp and
important
and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those
foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The
old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone
shut
and hurled it angrily towards the back seat. The mobile phone hit the
old
woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly
picked it up and handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretense and switching to
Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of
problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and
important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view mirror, wondering what
she
was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same
cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful
digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered
her
daughter telling her how an English name was very important for
'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the Ancient
Relic
to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to
her.
Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not
comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic
bag
in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked
almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The
old
woman got out of the back seat and made her unhurried way to the main
hall.
Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos
and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she
said,
not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick. She
knelt
down solemnly and whispered her now-familiar daily prayer to the gods.
'Thank you, God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these
years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a
young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with
a
swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.
Her
love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh
(dialect for Caucasian man).
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what
she
says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness.
'I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me
a
room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only
because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be
hindered
by her old mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, with her head bowed in reverence, she planted the half-burnt
joss
stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for 32 years. When her
abdomen was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that
it
was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably a girl.
Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who
could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to
her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have
everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her
daughter would never have to depend on a man.
She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman
that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan;
the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded
respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious
pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter
grow
up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly
defied her, calling her laotu (old-fashioned in Chinese). She wanted her
mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why
she
had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent
prayer,
but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the
girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the
soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so
ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best
fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When
her
daughter leaves the earth, everything she has will count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but
she
would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt
paper
convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and
prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter
be
happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking
on
the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry.
Being at the top is not good, the woman thought. There is only one way
to
go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag
and
spread out a packet of beehoon (rice vermicelli) in front of the altar.
Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain gods. How could
she
pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her
aid?
But her daughter had her own gods too - idols of wealth, success and
power
that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day
was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for
nothing
in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out
of her, and leave her an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering
grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern women nowadays,
the
old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time
to
end her ritual. Modern women nowadays want so much that they lose their
souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her
daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on
her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing
through
the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds
of
happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove
along
the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.
'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I
have
been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The
property market is good now, and we managed to find a buyer willing to
pay
seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse
apartment
instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our
apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to
ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly.
Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the
housework
and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to
look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and besides that, the
apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for
a
long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a
home.
There's one near Hougang, it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful
with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time
for
you, you'd be happier there. You'd be happier there, really.' Her
daughter
repeated as if to affirm herself.
This time, the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling
tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would
protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep
into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers traced
the white seat.
'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view mirror for her mother.
'Is everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than
she intended. 'If it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.
'It's for you Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow.
I
already got the maid to pack your things,' Elaine said triumphantly,
mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.'
Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her
mother
would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only
hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now.
She had everything a modern woman ever wanted: money, status, career,
love,
power and now, freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to
weigh her down - yes, she was free.
Her phone buzzed urgently; she picked it up and read the message, still
beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10-per-cent increase!' Yes, things were
definitely beginning to look up for her...
And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her
handphone screen, the old woman in the back seat became invisible, and
she
did not see the tears.
When I read this, I realise how much a modern day woman has changed from the past. As feminist people move for independence for women with big careers, who do not need to depend on guys to survive. Sometimes, time just pass us by so fast that the things that are truly dear to us are lost and forgotten. Sometimes, its good to stop and smell the roses. Remember those dear to us, people who have helped us in the harder times, not people who stick by us because of our successes. Because once these successes are gone, so will these people and once again its those who helped during the hard times who will turn up and help. Treasure what you have and the times you have with those you treasure.
-ThE EnD-
Sighs, I'm supposed to be studying aka doing my visual literacy assignment but I'm running out of ideas to put at my hypothesis. That's the start of the assignment by the way. Found this little quiz though..
#EE82EE |
Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be. Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything. |
-ThE EnD-
Silence reigned in the room
Your hands covered mine as you struggled with the clasp
While I struggled with my heart
A flicker, an eye movement
And it was gone
Once again I’m locked out from your heart.
The bracelet clasp was locked.
-ThE EnD-
Ok, I got this email from Crystal. I think its hilarious.. Enjoy
Girls' Night Out Application form
Guys' Night Out Application form
-ThE EnD-
I think I can make it a habit to blog every wednesday cause after such a bloody long day I need somewhere I can release myself. Today is a official Ekka but I dont get this holiday. Why? Cause they say Ipswich had our own show day and we are not getting a holiday for the Ekka. While like schools in the Sunshine Coast, Gold Coast, even Ipswich has today off. Just UQ Ipswich students dont have this day off. Stupid Stupid UQ! Why am I being such a bitch about this? Well, its cause Wednesdays are my longest days. I have a 10-5 day without any break at all. Not even for lunch cause my lunch time is taken up for a group meeting. So basically at 5pm, I just a grumpy person who blames the rest of the day for her long day at school. Which is not really fair to my friends and stuff but meh, I cant be bothered really. I am flat broke, as in totally flat broke. I have no money to even eat anymore. This is crap, though I'm due to draw money like this weekend for rent but its just I'm pissed at myself that I spent so much during the holidays. Tonight we're watching a movie- Chronicles of the Roddick. Not even sure if I should go. I just have so much work to do! I have an assignment due on Monday and I havent even started it yet. I have a presentation in 2 weeks and I'm in charge of the slides. Bloody hell, there's simply so much work to do. Thinking if I should even go to the ekka on Saturday.
-ThE EnD-
Colin and Carmen with their new pokemon ashtrays
-ThE EnD-
Currently Listening to :Anastacia- Left outside alone
Trying to post a story of my Christmas in July(Aug??) pictures. Hope it works.
Carmen and Maki(the one I made my present for) with reindeers
All of us from both houses for Christmas in July
All of us again
All of us yet again
Weird faces and poses
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This is where we got our presents and stuff.
Song listening to has changed to: Blink 182- Feeling this
Pete and Marie giving out presents
Us receiving presents
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Song listening to now: Bardot- These Days
Happy people with their presents
3 'Kings'
Presents I received from Bobbie(thanks heaps) and Pete and Marie
Presents I got again together with my new Devil and Angel speakers! Cool huh?
I'm finally like done! Hopefully it will turn out nice or else I'll be pissed. Alrighty back to reading 300 pages and summarizing them into 200 words. What crap!
Listening to: Oasis- Roll with it.
-ThE EnD-
I've been a bad girl today. That's all I'm going to say. Things will change from tomorrow onwards. Just let me dream about all my happy memories and let me have the strength to face my fears tomorrow. I'm stoned out, blanked out, wiped out of emotions. I feel no tears welling up inside me anymore. I feel nothing inside me, my heart has been iced from finding out something I should not have found out. I'm always the last to find out about things. Ironic how I'm listening to Happy Days because there'll be no more happy days for me. I'm told to treasure what I have, but can I bring myself to do that? Knowing that I'm hurting her? I want to give up, let everything go, live life like there's no tomorrow. Nothing I can do, nothing I can say, nothing I can even dream can change this current situation.
Have you heard of this song? Big girls dont cry?
Perhaps now I'm really a big girl now.
I've no more tears.
-ThE EnD-
Sigh, I'm sick. Have not been sick since I think last semester's first break. This is pathetic and sad. Damn, I hate to be sick.. Really do.. Anyway, last night we had our Christmas in July dinner! Heh, bet you guys are thinking why is there a Christmas in July? Well, that's coz over here its too hot to have christmas in December to have the whole feast thingy so we have in July though technically its already in August. Oh but whatever it was, we had good fun yesterday. Sat around with people from both houses, had a really really good dinner. I cant imagine the work that Pete and Marie put in for this dinner. I think they spent about 100++ for this dinner cause they had to cook for the other house as well and bought us drinks too. Plenty of soda water, lemonade, sparkling white wine, red wine, a whole carton of beer, on top of that, we had the volka from James's birthday and orange squash though that one I steered pretty clear of it. I only had red wine and beer and my face as usual was bright red like tomato. Seriously I think I'm quite sad in this ares but well it could be a good thing too to be a bad drinker. Spend less money on buying drinks, but on the bad side, since I cant hold my liquor well its abit bad but well I'm usually among good friends when I drink so I guess I'm alright so far. I hope. Went on to the whole present ceremony thingy, so bascially everyone just got their presents and opened them on the spot. Luckily for me, Maki quite like the present, well I did put in quite abit of effort, I would be quite disappointed if she didnt like it at all. But anyway, Bobbie got me a really sweet photo frame and 2 bars of nice-smelling soap. Great! Oh and Pete and Marie got us something as well-- Heh, Nail Filing Board. Pretty cool eh? I think we all had a really good time yesterday, will post some pictures of yesterday when I have the mood/time. Argh, But I do hate being sick. Once I get sick, I get it bad. Bleahz..
-ThE EnD-
The front view of my present. Not very flattering in this light but well I think the thing looks nicer here.
-ThE EnD-
Side view of my finished present. Note the line of stars(I painstakingy stuck them on).
-ThE EnD-
Today is wednesday. The end of my study week. I'm so happy everytime wednesday is over cause it means that my school week and the longest day in the week is over for me. I have had no break from 10am through till 5pm today straight. I know that in JC I probably have had longer hours than that, I guess I'm so used to just going to school for that few hours for the last semester and now suddenly I'm thrown another 7 hours day, its just scary. Even though I chose my timetable myself(should be blaming myself) but nevertheless, sigh.. Having such a long day kinda sucks. Anyway, enough whining about school. After school today, I rushed home to finish my present for Maki. We're having a Christmas in July in AUG(I have no idea why), but yeah, we all picked names out to buy presents for and our assigned budget was 10 bucks. That amount is so pathetic and everyone blew their budget by at least 2 bucks. Not that we mind at all but then again, when we think that we're buying for the other house(this is going to sound mean) but we kinda of like dont care cause well, I guess we're not as close to us? I'm so glad that Bobbie's buying my present cause I know I can count on her to get me something nice at least. Not something just off the shelves. Our house people are seriously putting in the effort to buy presents for these people. I got this 'classy' looking bedside lamp( bearing in mind of my budget) and found one of those long flower pots to store it in. Then I'm like wrapping the pot thingy with red tissue paper and pasting stars all around to cover the ugly scotch tape marks. Then I'm going to like put a transparent cover for the top so that the shade thingy can be seen and I'll be pasting like hearts in between them. Hope that the end result will be nice, will take some pictures after the end product is done. Almost everyone has their present ready, cept me but at least its bought already, just need double-sided tape and more wrapping. But through this 'experience', I have learnt that there are actually many things we can do with 10 bucks. Here's a list of the things we bought, those we know who's buying what and what.
Colin- Made a mini food hamper(very nicely wrapped up) for Isaac
Nicole- Made a Chocolate collection cup thingy for Anthony.
Andrew- Bought earrings for Bobbie
Me- Making a lamp storage thingy for Maki
James- Chipped in money to buy a mouse for Andrew and did a little switcheroo with the presents. Hard to explain.
The rest dont know yet. I'll find out on Friday. Haha, suddenly, this sounds quite fun!
-ThE EnD-
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-ThE EnD-
I got drunk yesterday. Well, not totally drunk but I was very very high. Drank James' birthday volka and orange juice. Why did I want to get drunk yesterday? I was blamed for something that I did not do. I thought that this problem is temporarily solved till the end of the year but no, a small, minor and childish thing brought everything up again. Worse, I'm caught between 2 different people and getting blamed for something that is absolutely none of my concern. I was supposed to have finished my Tarzen book review yesterday night but I was so pissed that I walked into the TV lounge, saw Andrew there and asked him when they are going to drink. I wanted to get drunk, I wanted to forget why this is happening to me. There are so many worse people out there other than me but yet I've to go through this. I drank, got wasted, puked, fell and talked nonsense. I couldnt really remember what really happened yesterday night, just drank. The guys had 1 glass each of volka and orange juice. I had 3. Do you guys know what water tastes sweet after you puke? I didnt know that till yesterday night. But overall, I think I'm alright now. Problem is not solved but well I still managed to get up at 8am this morning without my alarm clock. Amazing how my stupid body only allows me 7 hours of sleep. Damn..
Right I have got to get on to that Tarzen review and get working cause tonight we're watching the first Harry Potter again!
-ThE EnD-
Jessica . 20 . 20th of November . Scorpio . Uni of Queensland . In love?
Wanna do :: Have a Great Summer Holiday
Reading: Always the Bridesmaid
Watching: The OC, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, Sex and the City , Law and Order SVU, Amazing Race
Obssession: Losing weight
Wishlist: An IPOD. A trip to London. A new better laptop. NECe616V
In my discman: some CD I burned from James.
Only: days till I start work!
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