Of Breakfast at Tiffany’s

I spent the last hour printing, punching holes, and filing.

I would still be at it, if I hadn’t managed to do the punching/filing business faster than my printer can print. So now I’m waiting on Henry. Yes, that’s my printer’s name. For today anyway.

I am muchos behind on work. Well, not really. I’m still at the “oh dang, that’s a lot of work to do, but once I sit down and actually do it, it won’t really take all that long to catch up” stage. But my first assignment for a core module got released, and I have no idea how I’m going to finish that by the fifteenth. Or ever, for that matter.

Your typical SoC student when faced with a programming assignment

Me, when faced with a programming assignment

So there you have it.

At least I have ice cream with Nicole to look forward to. And loud loud loud music to drown everything else out. God bless the inventor of earphones.

Back to the printing/punching/filing business.

Love,
an Indian pirate.

Yaaar.

Of a strange Friday

Today involved a lot of strangeness.

I finally dragged my ass to the gym. It’s larger than I expected, and has enough stuff to warrant the monthly fee. Plus, it’s got a tv, dvd player, cd player, radio, and probably lots of other stuff I haven’t discovered yet, and I’m hoping it’ll be empty most of the time, so I’ll get to run to my own music without repeatedly having to stop my earphones from falling out of my ears.

It’s dusty though. And they don’t have some of my favourite machines. But the price & comfort of being able to just pop in whenever I feel like it more or less make up for that.

Then I waited around for my parents to eat lunch… but they didn’t show. I eventually caved and ate by myself, only to find out when they finally got back from their little rendezvous that they hadn’t been planning to eat lunch at home anyway. Ridickyluss.

Strutted into town with Nicole an hour later than the stipulated meeting time because we’re cool like that. Nothing to do with her oversleeping/cautious driving speed/facing difficulties while parking. No siree. Got myself some much needed kawfee, and then spent way too much time at Far East looking at cheap, pretty things. Apparently the word of the day was ‘courage’, which is why we managed to step into many a previously unventured stores. I would have come home with a grand totalled purchase of a single pair of earrings… had I not left them with Nicole at the end of the night. But yes. I spent less than $1.70, inspite of seeing decent looking gladiators for $9.90 and a really nice black dress that had a very dubious looking back-tying-thing going for it.

No, we really did spend way too much time there. By the time Mix rejoined us it was 5:30, and we were nowhere close to being done with our shopping. So yes, I skipped class yet again. And it was Statistics. Yet again. Guess who’s going to spend her weekend attempting to decipher more probabalistic goodness.

Walked around for ages more, and then finally headed to school to meet Doofy’s lady love, who’d been waiting for us for the last two hours (eeks). Grabbed a quick dindins, and went over for the stargazing session, which was….. not quite as fruitful as hoped. But I did manage to see Jupiter through a telescope, bands and one Galilean moon and all. I’m still trying to figure out why exactly one of the 3(?) telescopes was trained at the ITE though.

After we stayed in the muddy field sufficiently long enough for creatures to crawl up Nat’s pants and start some sexy time, we flooded the lady’s room while washing the mud off our feet/shoes, then headed over to Holland Village for dessert. After much walking up and down and back and back again and again.. and again.. and again.. and.. well, you get the idea..

We got beers & Jolly Shandy (yeaaaah, don’t even ask) from the 7-11 and sat on the kerb outside of NYDC because apparently it’s hard to get a table for 8 when half your restaurant is empty, and you can’t do anything except linger around outside the door because they refuse to take telephone numbers down for their waiting list.

Too much sugar later, Smelly, Mix and I tormented Nat about her “Dak-terrr” and “there is something in my CHEST, AHAH!” *thrust thrust*, etc, while Doofy, his Lady Love, Mizz Miller, and Nicole did…. I have no idea what, at the other end of the table. And then we met said Dak-terrr, and then everyone parted ways, and I was made to explore the PIE in Nicole’s car and we narrowly avoided a dead cat which may or may not give me nightmares (if I ever manage to sleep, curse you Insomnia) but definately nearly gave me a heart attack when I figured out that it wasn’t just a black.. thing, in the middle of the street.

Good talks, good food, and good (and bad) times spent. Now I’m in bed at half past three in the morning trying to figure out where the exhaustion and yawning, that should be present, has hidden itself. I’d really rather not bring it up to four nights in a row with next to no sleep.

Nicole’s daddy needs to come back from wherever he is and approve the plan so we can book our tickets. I really need that holiday.

Damn, my room is cold.

Of techie hunger pangs

I’m convinced that Western Singapore should break away and form its own little republic. Bizarre freaking place.

So. I finally got my tush to the Samsung service center in Toh Guan. That was…. an experience.

My camera will not be getting fixed. I could get an 8 megapixel Nikon for less than what they’re charging me for just the new part.

On the other hand, my father is conviniently on leave during ComEx. Hmm. I do need a new external disk drive for the laptop, since mine has screwed up. An external hard disk would be nice too.

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

For now, I’d better go out and socialise if I want to be fed tonight. I haven’t been in the mood for company for a while now, but I’m just much too loved to be left alone. And really, that’s a difficult thing to complain about.

Love to the lovely people.

p.s. Mel, meet me for lunch in school one of these days?

Of hidden messages

I’ve been a pretty lousy student so far this week. Tutorials started, but I only actually had 1. I’m taking 5 classes:

- one has a weekly lab AND tutorial, but they don’t start till next week
- one has tutorials every other week, and those also don’t start till next week
- one only has 4 tutorials in the entire semester, and the first one of those is, you got it, next week
- one has no tutorials or labs,
- and then there’s stats. Where he spent 20 out of 45 minutes explaining the most basic rules of Bridge. And another 20 minutes trying to explain the difference between infinity as a value and infinity as a concept. No surprise really, that I was stuck with a massive headache all of Tuesday, which leads me to case in point:

I skipped my first lecture. And it was Statistics. As much as I told myself I wouldn’t, I just could not sit through another 2 hours of school that day. It was hard enough for me to stay as long as I did, and really, there wasn’t much point because the rest of my classes were extremely uninformative.

And now I’m all prepared to curl up in bed with my book and not wake up at 745 like I should be doing for my 9am class, because, honestly, I skimmed through the slides and he’s not going to be covering anything that we haven’t already covered in other modules. Plus I read my textbook. So really, it’s not THAT bad, right?

And I’ll finally go to freaking Toh Guan and get my camera looked at. And I’ll go to school early and work on tutorials. So it’s not like I’m skiving off completely, right? Right. Good.

In other news, I spent my day off quite fruitfully. I tried to sleep in, to get rid of the headache, but it didn’t really work. My dad’s on leave, and I’m sure we all know by now his penchant for not letting anyone sleep in later than him. I actually had to go into his room earlier tonight and BEG him not wake me up with a start at 730 in the morning like he did last week. Let the parents have a nice romantic afternoon out, and lazed around in my jammies. Ordered lunch in, and lazed some more till they called and gave me 10 minutes to get showered and dressed, because they were whisking me off to Ikea.

And hey, I’m not complaining. I love trips to Ikea. I’ve got my eye on some spiffy looking floating shelves to hold some of my ever expanding collection of books. I feel really sad for the ones that have been relegated to a box under my bed. I just don’t have space. Even after I bought a second bookshelf. If I didn’t need somewhere to keep all my notes and textbooks I could just about fit everything in, but school always gets in the way of my life. Anyhow. Next time I talk about doing up my room, those shelves will probably be involved. Wee!

And then I surfed IHasAHotDog till dinner time, then I read my book, then I replayed MOTAS, then I realised it was 10 (!!!) and pondered how ironic it is that the Mystery of Time and Space totally wormholed my evening.

And now I’m going to read my book till I fall asleep because it’s really not that great a book after all, but I’ve started it and now I just have to finish it or it will bug me for the rest of eternity, amen.

I’m still lousy though.

Of round ups

Brilliantly lazy weekend.

Hit up the renovated Starbucks at JJ. It’s cleaner and brighter and shinier and will take some getting used to, but at least it still feels like home, kinda.

Drank like true blue college brats at Smelly’s place before going to Powerhouse.. and promptly got smacked with flying glasses, tables, stools, and angry bouncers when a fight broke out. Which sobered most of us up pretty quick. I was wearing slippers (because you know I’m a slob like that) but miraculously I didn’t get any glass in me, in spite of the entire floor being covered with a pretty thick layer of the stuff.

Several observations
- we were extremely slutty 18/19 year olds.
- It’s just not possible for me to dance when sober
- I will only ever lose at drinking games when the forfeit has been upped to whole new extremes
- in bar fights, the actual fighting is nowhere near as traumatic as the bouncers who try to get the bystanders to safety by practically shoving them over the bar. Not cool, dude. Way not cool.
- a flying glass will safely bounce off of someone’s head, someone else’s back, your own shoulder and a wall, before smashing into 390893208490198071823789718973 pieces when it hits the floor.

Today was spent in bed. Being very lazy. Waiting for Petunia to call me so we can finalise our flights. That’s right. I’m going on a jolly holiday. Booyah.

In the next couple of days, I look forward to finally eating blueberry pancakes, and using the stuff I bought on Friday. It was just one of those days. I went out intending to buy a pair of shorts, and came home with new shampoo, hair bands, t-shirts, a dress, and lots of other things – but no shorts.

goodies make this girl happy

But I don’t really need shorts when I have a T-Shirt-t-shirt and Luigi. Luigi could satisfy every woman’s every desire.

Now I think I shall finally go for a shower before my parents inevitably coerce me into watching the table tennis finals. Toodles, more updates soon.

Edit: Okay I lied. Not such a lazy weekend after all. I was slightly productive (work? what school work?). I uploaded last night’s pictures to Facebook, and created two new pages. Wee.

Oh Hot Daym!
This is my jam
Got me partying till the A.M.
Y’all don’t understand
Make me throw my hands in the
Ayer, Ay-Ayer, Ayer, Ay-Ayer!