#collegeproblems

When your oh-so-kind prof decides to spring a nasty surprise by giving two days' notice that you have to write a 15-20 page essay in 48 hours. In between classes because why, us students actually have classes to attend. And all protests were replied with a bitchy "Don't give me this shit". Yay to minimal sleep for the rest of the week.

recent WTF moments

weirdo #1
scene: sitting alone at the bus stop in school waiting for the btc bus.
random guy comes to stand beside me and read the bulletin board.
proceeds to swear at a random poster on the bulletin for the next couple of minutes before walking off like nothing happened.

weirdo #2
scene: walking through the underpass from 313 to somerset station
tranny 1.5 heads taller than me in garish makeup and get-up stops in front of ling and i and says, "you not nice, your face" to me in a threatening way.
we are shocked but there are tons of people behind us so we walk around him and continue on.

WHYTF AM I ATTRACTING ALL THE WEIRDOS? *cries*
and why is my face not nice?! if he mistook me for a fellow tranny then seriously, FML.

the Sus series.

a series of sus(picious) shots starring me, with rj as director.

okay this isn't really suspicious, if the bright smile on my face is anything to go by. i just like the colour of the door.

i should probably say something about my outfit.
pink polka dot top: taiwan online spree
denim shorts: i forgot, but probably some cheap neighbourhood shop
shoes: stolenborrowed from sis who bought it in taiwan
leather backpack: another vintage from my storeroom
pink/green sunnies: cost 315JPY from osaka

first and fave.

technically life right now should only consist of struggling to keep abreast of the ever-increasing pile of backlog readings, doing extra reading, and studying. yes. but recently friends have found it fit to make me their source of amusement, so i have the all-important task of entertaining them. but come to think of it, when have i ever not been their source of amusement? starting from the day my 卤蛋 rolled out of my bowl of its own will back in st nicks, my fate has been sealed. i can't even remember what i did in jc, but it was the same. and now. hmm maybe i need to rethink my friendships.

...kidding. you guys know i love all of you ♥ i predict that at my funeral years on all of you will sit around and share Epic Songping stories and have a nice good laugh about them :') maybe kitty might even still have the 卤蛋 picture that she snapped, which started our friendship, and she can pass it around.

climbing through a window.

it came to my knowledge recently a comment, in a backhanded compliment sort of way, that i should tone down my eyeliner. don't know whether to feel insulted or flattered. my eyeliner is essential. ESSENTIAL. my self-worth depends on my eyeliner #superficial i will keel over and die without it. okay i won't, but you get the idea. but today i tried. maybe about two inches less. ...it looks about the same. sorry.

uhm, attempting to break in to some basement

a ridic conversation i overheard today on the train to school, between a group of 3-4 guys (probably in poly/uni)
A: everything is legalized in netherlands
B: everything?
A: yah. do you know what is marijuana? marijuana is legalized there. the government provides it free to the people.
B: like opium kind of stuff?
A: yah. and you know cannibalism? cannibalism is legalized too. ...you know tasmania? like tasmanian devil? ..."

erm. seriously, cannibalism?? i was trying not to snigger at my own reflection in the glass of the train doors. i really do not think the government provides marijuana foc to its citizens either. and for a moment i thought i had my geography wrong. since when was tasmania in netherlands?? and the fact that A was saying it so matter-of-factly in a loud voice. i seriously cannot tell whether he was trying to be funny. but his friends took him seriously.

like a peeping tom at the Ogre's Outhouse -.-

yes i should star in a sherlock holmes movie 'cause i'm awesome like that. with jude law please. some weird movie with johnny depp is fine too thanks.

exchange

today as i was walking out of school with ningxin, we were approached by a korean girl, asking if there was a bakery near school because she wanted to get a birthday cake. i invited her to walk with us through botanic gardens so i could direct her to cluny court. it turns out she's here for exchange for a year, doing her graduate studies at the lky school of public policy. so we chatted as we walked, and part of the conversation went like this:

ningxin: singapore is really small, you should travel around the area
me: yes, like the southeast asian countries. like malaysia or something
cj (the korean girl): yes...actually i'm planning to go to the mal..dives?
me: oh the maldives?
cj: yes! for the summer. my friend's brother, he just bought an island there. so we're going there to play.
me: ohh that's cool *pretends that friends with brothers who buy islands is an absolutely normal thing*
(but i was secretly thinking: BOUGHT AN ISLAND WTF)

different lives, y'know?

F-M-L EPISODE.

this is going to be a rather vulgar and extremely verbose post filled with rage and ugliness, so be warned.

i contemplated locking this post in my lj, like i usually do for all my excessively emotional posts, but i've decided i need to "publicly" vent my anger or i won't be appeased.

what am i doing here, when i'm supposed to be desperately cramming for the equity paper that i already know i can't finish studying for? because i'm so fucking pissed at the idiot i met today that if i don't tell the whole world about it i might explode and die and turn into an evil ghost doomed to haunt this world.

today started out fine. i left the house determined to go cram for equity at the amk library. on the way out of the house i met the security guard uncle who came up to check on the renovations going on next door, and he smiled and greeted me and held the elevator door for me so i was in a good mood 'cause i like meeting nice friendly people.

but everything went downhill the moment i reached the bus stop. seated there, was a seriously fat ah beng. now i'm not anti-fat people at all, i never describe people as fat, but seriously, he was just obese. there's no other way to describe him. with him was a skinny friend who was standing. so we were all waiting at the bus stop, and the buses took really long to come. so i guess they got bored, and needed to find some entertainment. which came in the form of...you guessed it, ME. i was just innocently standing there, a few metres away, flipping through my Hayton textbook to see how much i had to cram and just minding my own business.

so they start talking to each other in low voices, presumably about me because i feel them glance my way. i don't give any response or look their way. and then it got louder and i hear:
Skinny Beng: "...think she's Korean...looks like..."
Fat Beng: "korean! face so FUCKED UP, korean" -SNORT
i swear he raised his voice just so i could hear. maybe even the girl sitting there with her earphones on could hear too. i wasn't sure he was talking about me, so i didn't respond, and continued flipping through my textbook. Skinny Beng muttered something in response and there was momentary silence.
then Fat Beng (who was sitting facing me): "now what time already, still bother to go to school" (he put it an a cruder way actually)
since i was the only one who looked like a school kid (there were only two other people at the bus stop - an auntie and the older girl with earphones on), presumably it was meant for me. no response on my part.
Fat Beng: "EH you some -insert insults for nerds/smart people and hokkien profanities- ARH"
Skinny Beng says something in a low tone, presumably to ask his friend to cut it out.
period of silence, in which his voice and words rang in my ears and my rage meter climbed exponentially. bus rolls to a stop, and FML they get onto the same bus AND sit one seat behind me! bus is filled with elderly sitting nearer to the front. the Bengs talk loudly behind me about inconsequential things, Fat Beng peppering the conversation with $%(*@*!#~. ten minutes into the journey, i was kinda cold, so i put on my sweater.

Fat Beng takes it as a cue to continue his jibes, and says something about a nice sweater in a loud sarcastic tone that maybe only half the bus could hear.
Skinny Beng: "...can you stop it!? ...she's my neighbour...-mutter mutter-"
god forbid i have such a neighbour who hangs out with people like that! please do not EVER let them appear in front of me again.
Fat Beng: -mutters something in response- "...why so ACT...act like what like that...-profanities-"
Skinny Beng decides that it is enough, and proceeds to alight one (or a few) stop(s) earlier than their designated stop. Fat Beng curses a slew of obscenities and refuses to budge from the back of the bus until the bus stops and Skinny Beng really alights.
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seriously, FML. well first of all i'm so sorry my face is so "FUCKED UP" and given how half my face was covered by my shades i'm sure you had a really good look at it. sorry i'm such an eyesore. SO SORRY MY PLASTIC SURGERY JOB WAS BOTCHED. and i'm so sorry for trying to act anything in my typical singaporean get-up of singlet, shorts and flip-flops which, WHY! it looks almost like what you're wearing! except your tee is mud-colored. also, SORRY I'M SMARTER THAN YOU. WTF WHY SHOULD I APOLOGIZE TO YOU. i swear, if he wasn't three times my size and his arm wasn't thicker than my thigh, i would have glared at him. i would. poor malay lady who got up the bus (after the sweater remark) and sat next to me could probably sense the waves of rage rolling off me, because she suddenly turned to give me a very concerned glance, even though i didn't so much as twitch or change my stony expression throughout the ride. that was how furious i was. who are you to judge. fuck your life seriously. i hope you fall into a drain and get stuck -childish curse- I'M STILL VERY INDIGNANT.

/rant
/deep breath

BAD MOOD.

it's just one of those weeks where you have totally no idea what you're doing here on earth at all.

recess week started on the wrong foot, literally. it started with me tumbling down the stairs at the mrt station, in full view of passengers who just alighted from the departed train i was trying to catch, as they slowly glided past me and my intense embarrassment---and utter pain---up the escalator. of course i had to stand up and pretend everything was fine, and then not limp to the nearest bench. i've worn those heels so many times, and this is the first time it's failed me. i now have four huge bruises on my legs. the one where i hit the bone is swollen and hurts like hell when i touch it. (to top it off, i was rushing for the first trial advocacy tutorial...which ended after 45 minutes)

today was another so shitty day, it's unbelievable. after feeling miserable and sleeping and doing practically nothing for the whole day---read: i have written nothing for prop law assignment---i went for driving lesson. everything started to go wrong the moment i tried to enter the circuit. first, instructor did not point out the entrance into the circuit until i was almost upon it, and having innate slow reaction, i somehow bungled trying to slow down and change gears and left-turn and then immediately right-turn and whatnot. so the car died. twice. right at the entrance of the circuit. and i hit some curb on the left. and instructor was very agitated. even the security? guard at the entrance looked very sorry, for my instructor or me, i don't know. and then the circuit was equally horrible. i think i have a secret fetish for speed because i cannot seem to go slowly in the circuit---the car either insists on sounding like it's on the verge of dying and inches or suddenly moves too fast. i can actually park, but i hate all those left/right turns where you have to inch, while trying not to let the engine die and steering the wheel furiously at the same time.

to make matters worse, i think the bruises on my left leg clotted up my vessels/arteries and blocked my blood circulation because for the whole lesson my left leg was so numb i couldn't feel anything. not even pins and needles. i.e. i couldn't step on the clutch properly. ohmygod i think i'm going to fail my driving test in the circuit.

and i really have to start on my property law assignment, do company law, and read clt. what recess week?