Wah Lau

I am extremely busy and extremely stressed this week.

By the weekend I need to send videos to OSHKOSH for my presentation due Tuesday.

By Monday I need to rehearse my presentation to OSHKOSH.

Tuesday morning is the actual presentation.

Today was spent on Orhkay’s project doing group discussion. We haven’t even finished that.

Tomorrow is baito (they refused my refusal to work tomorrow, and it’s not like they can understand how pressed I am for time and the need to sleep in the mornings after chionging homework through the night), and then it’s the obligatory Valentine Day Date (could we just do homework after exchanging presents please?). And night-time is Ti’s birthday party.

That leaves Sunday to cram a finished presentation including a weekly page of journal reflecting on last week’s class for OSHKOSH, and character animation for MelB.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!

Okay let me cry a bit before taking a bath and burning the midnight oil till I have to leave for work in 9 hours.

edit: I forgot to add that inaddition to the presentation, I have to write a separate piece of article summarising the reading related to the topic. Depressing.

WAWET

Or otherwise known as What Are We Eating Today, Kooling’s FYP project.

Here’s mine:

9.02am – Gobbled up two Ferrero Roches on my way to work.

11.55am - Breadtalk treat at the office.

12.03pm – Tried a pineapple tart that Rozy made.

1.19pm - Ground nuts start the feast at the Soup Restaurant.

1.20pm – Samsui chicken is messy.

1.21pm – This tofu is super delicious!

1.27pm - Finally everything we ordered was on the table.

5.11pm – Got a bit hungry recuperating at home.

5.42pm – Got a bit carried away with the internets.

5.44pm – Another Ferrero Roche to finish my snack off :D

8.10pm – Pizzahut’s garlic bread is different. Mushroom soup leaves lots to be desired.

8.15pm – Prosperity pizza is only nice at the ‘pillows’, so termed by Ade. Otherwise the crust is hard to cut and the toppings are too sweet.

8.16pm - Spicy chicken wings are palatable.

8.16pm – Some prawn? It was too insignificant to remember the taste.

9.42pm – Desserts at half-price after 9pm at Cartel! Brutally and savagely attacking them. The one on the right is heaven.

10.13pm – Puey and Ade being naughty and ridiculously amused at Super Fatty…

Zee tiem!

Birthday Week

01 September 2007, Saturday

I went to work at Dr. L’s.

If I was the type to cry in happiness and surprise, I would.

Backlagggggggg-ing

12 July 2007, Thursday

Dreamt 2 strange dreams. The first I drew on the train back home. The setting seemed to be in Pa’s house.

I was washing my face and brushing my teeth in the toilet. Everything looked the same as in real life, with the only exception that it was more airy because of a small window overlooking a quiet street lined with faceless people in trench coats and the smell of poverty draped in the colours of blues and greys.

Mad Monday

I can’t remember when was the last time I ate fish.

I’m not sure if that has anything to do with my walking almost-blindly for almost a minute right after I got up from sitting on the floor (I think all the blood rushed to my blood-deprived legs that’s why my vision got tunneled into black).

I’m also hungry, but I want to sleep more.

07/07/07 passed like usual

I pity the 772 couples holding their wedding ceremonies today. But I think it’s great for wedding photoshoots. White against dark grey clouds. Drenched suits for the sex appeal.

:DDDD

This makes it twice today that I teared up while reading manga. I love my fandoms.

Today I nearly hugged a man because I had to wrap my arm around him to get the measuring tape across his chest (measuring aspiration and inspiration).

Le blush.

Next week will be my last week at the clinic. I love the people there.

I just don’t know what to get for them as a poof!present.

Biscuits to store in the clinic are practical but lack sentimental affection. I’m not much of a flowers person. Ir once said she doesn’t like pastries.

Oh well, 5 more days to dwell on the subject.

Orange Blistered Logue

I dreamt a scene of reds, oranges and browns. I was at a large round table at a posh restaurant and Ade was facing me.

(See la Ade, you’ve been such a regular when you drag me outside with threats jio me out that you even appear in my nightmares dreams :P)

I went past the table and changed my clothing into a polka-dotted dress and scarf. I remember changing hurriedly because I was on the verge of being exposed while changing in ‘privacy’. (WTF why do I keep dreaming embarrassing situations.)

Back at the table, there was this noisy song playing, and I ignored it, focusing my attention beyond the dimmed orange lights and candles and starched napkins, onto the long vertical window with a semicircle at the top, where the sky burned a grey-ish orange.

I woke up to find that the song I was ignoring in the dream was my alarm ringtone and I was late for work (10 minutes late, to be precise) .

My feet blisters have gone flaccid. I am sad and resisting the urge to burst the flabby sacs of plasma juice :(

Work today was good. But I don’t understand why teenagers have sex.

Alright, actually I do. But OMG why.

T^T

What happens when you watch adorable Pan-kun and get stressed at work.

Work wasn’t that bad yesterday, thanks to Irene being there. I did make a hell lot of stupid blunders though.

… Sometimes I think I’m just waiting to get scolded by Dr. M just so that I could be assured that the worst was over and I survived what I’ve been fearing for all these time.

Well.

Anyway, Dr. M bought chocolates from Russia!

Happy Fathers’ Day!!!

A week in advance!!!

Ti and I treated Pa to Pepper Lunch at H mall tonight. Because Pa said no to Cafe Cartel.

“Did you know that they pre-cook the food and then store it in the fridge and warm it up for you?” He’d said.

In the middle of dinner Aunt J came by and Pa said that it was Fathers’ Day.

“No la, it’s the 17th! 17th!” She’d exclaimed.

Oh. OTZ

Out Some More

Friday was spent going to H mall with Aunty Serene and the two brats. I spent the rest of my afternoon with Brat #2 in Popular. It was enjoyable. He behaved himself rather well; probably because there was no Brat #1 to disturb.

I had to keep telling him to shush his big lungs though.