Monday, May 01, 2006
When Swearing Is Not Enough
Really. Four essays. FOUR ESSAYS. All unveiled in a day. Why not let's all go fight wars instead. This is totally crazy. I'd rather eat one of those really HOT tiny chillis, a whole bowl of them, than go through Term 2.
And wha...? I have to go all the way to Flemington to get my drum pad and sticks. Such incentives to fire my passion for drums. Really. On the brrrrrrrright side (Yes. It's a cold, wet and miserable day.), all the lectures today ended 20 minutes early, so...woohoo... And I understand all the lucky people in Singapore are having a day off today. What a comforting thought. The next holiday we have here is 5 weeks away, the Queen's birthday. What can I say? Wish there were more Queens around. Maybe, like, 365 queens, all with different birthdates??? And I managed to change my Lit. tute to Friday, with "The Gang". Haha.
There are so many tram lines here it sometimes feels to me as if the whole city is trapped under this gigantic electric spider-web that sends out sparks from time to time. Whew. You can't even get a decent, uncut view of the sky from underneath them. What's more, it's getting so pitch black at 6.30pm (wth?!?) that I kept stepping on hidden puddles all the way home from the bus stop. Which, of course, resulted in that familiar, squelchy-shoe phenomenon I have become so accustomed to back in Singapore. Not that I appreciate the soggy socks that inevitably tag along.
Did I mention that Monologue exam? Where we have to memorise 200++ words and re-enact them out to two drama examiners? No? Well then, I shouldn't mention it, because it SO does not warrant such anxiety. And the pasta today tasted like rendang. Rendang with bits of tomato and ropey shreds of beef/pork/mystery-meat/lamb/turkey/chicken (choose one). The numerology test I posted before sounds so totally bogus at the part about depicting my future paths. I'd probably come back to this blog 50 years on in my life, look up that entry and Roll On Floor Laughing. (Which would probably result in my osteoporosis working up and my bones disintegrating or my heart palpitating or a stroke that would render my left side paralysed.) (My gosh, I am such an optimist, I amaze myself sometimes.) (At least it's not my right side.)
Posting tests on blogs is such A classical cheating technique if you want to blog long, but don't know exactly what to say. Or... ...maybe it was just that the results of that particular test were grandmother-story-types.
It's quite upsetting when a misplaced laundry basket takes up more of your time than US negotiations with Iran...
And 32 posts in the same blog address is my personal best. Congratulate me, everyone! (Before my fickle-itis returns and I change my blog address and template again. But hey, you don't exactly have to pay anything to read such a fabulous blog, surely you wouldn't mind me roaming wherever I please? ^^) Oh, that tiny little doggy's butt on TV was so adorable... X-3
*hugs timetable* *gets squished* *prints new timetable* hugs timetable*... I never learn...
I'MCRAZY!
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