Free From Pinches!! Momentarily

Hah!!

I am free!!! From the bundles of the moot which has been pinching my ass lately.

And yes, for almost 2 years, I have been free from pinches courtesy of my sister.

But that freedom will be robbed soon.

Because I'll be meeting her soon.

Ah, the bliss of it.

We're gonna have kick-ass time together, hanging out and being mad girls catching after concerts and premieres and plays.

And if, in the event that we are broke, we shall visit churches for free entertainment to listen to their evensong. Sis was crazy about the evensong in Westminster.

[And probably volunteer to be ushers to get free shows] - We're poor students you see. Our parents won't be there by that time.

But I think having them there for 1 1/2 months with us is quite enough.

It is time for a little scandal and fun by working and running around without luxury.

I'm weird. I find fun and amusement in being a normal person without any luxury. You can say that I am uncontented and unappreciative of comfort, but I would like to look at it as trying to strike a balance.

Nope, I don't intend to have my arse pinched in a club.

I might go just to look around but not gonna succumb to pinching in any way.

I don't get it, why can't they just keep their hands to themselves and not grope girls who just wanna have fun for once??

Do we girls have to go to the extent of manufacturing ass-shields made out of stainless steel just to have fun??

Oh, to look at the bright side, we'll have uber firm arses!!!

That is if the steel doesn't droop down [due to its weight] and make us look like we have sagging arses.

Alright, enough of madness.

I need to pinch myself to wake up.

I live in a dazed fantasical world where there are no examinations.

But the truth is, there ARE examinations!!!

And coming real soon too!!!

Ah, no matter how much I rant and grumble about examinations, fighting and rioting for the rights of abolishing examinations, I will still have to go through it first.

Who knows?? I'll probably be the lady version of Lord William Wilberforce (the 1st) to abolish examinations in the world today. [He abolished slavery in England]

Hey, examination is a conventional form of slavery - to books.

Break these shackles [with a jumbo size sledge-hammer], set me free.

The coolest quote I've heard [more like read] of:

"Women hate wars. The only blood that they spill is period"

~Nisha Minhas~ chic lit author [whose books are really vulgar but hysterically funny and cool]

Daresth Ye Purge

We had a meeting for moot in Starbucks today to brief Mark on our arguments.

After all was said, we started speculating.

What if, just what if, one of us falls sick??

If Nicholas gets food poisoning??

This is what happened [roughly]:

Nicholas: So what if I suddenly start purging??

Mark: Oh, don't, please, don't. I'll buy you diapers.

Nicholas: Wear diapers??

Debble: Imagine if suddenly, in the middle of his speech...

Nicholas: [Acts] My Lords, My Lady..... [silence] [face contorts]

Mark: Debble will be the first one to pinch her nose.

Nicholas: No, the whole DR2 will. And probably we will have the technician spray air-freshener every now and then.

Gosh, what a moot it will be.

The Rock in Your Head

Imagine the skin of a cow

Stretch it.

And with that skin surrounding an enclosed area, have rock music playing in it.

No, not rock 'n' roll.

I'm talking about Heavy Metal.

In fact, make it Pantera.

Yes, all the banging and thumping against the skin of the cow.

As the music rises, the temperature shoots up.

Stretching the limit of the skin even further.

That was what my head felt like.

I was having the worst headache of my life, with very high fever and gastric for the whole day.

It was no joke.

And I still had to think for the moot.

Which made the thumping in my head worst.

I'm so glad I don't have to pass up the bundles today.

I would like to say "Thank you" to those around me who were so understanding.

Break Free, SOAR!

This is the time
For conventionalism
To be broken
For captived thoughts
To break free
For the flutters in the heart
To be sung out LOUD

Why walk in the shadow
Of someone else?
So what if the person is good?
Why confine yourself to that person?
Why hide from yourself?

Break free,
SOAR!
Break loose
From the struggling flutter
Of an insecure fowl
Soar!
With confidence and preciseness
Of a determined eagle

And at the end of the day
Walk the line
Not the shadow

You'll be surprised
That you have more capabilities
Than you can ever
Imagine
Where Imagination
Is stretched
As far as the horizon.

Walk the line.
Break free.
SOAR.

The Near-Murder of The Non-existent Brother

I dreamt that I killed the baby brother that I never had.

His name was Peter.

I called him Pete and kissed him adoringly quite frequently.

He was really really cute.

He looks exactly like me and he smiles and laughs a lot.

He was about 8 months old.

I left him in the car and went to college.

Yet besides my negligence, he smiled when I got back to the car.

He was hungry.

I went all over the place to look for food for him.

No, there wasn't any foodstall opened in the mall and I was walking and running on soggy ground.

He slowly turned pale and his eyes became puffy.

My mom said that I am reading too many storybooks/crime thriller books/watching too much of tv.

But some part of me tells me that there is more to the dream.

Perhaps, the baby brother was the other half of me which completes me.

The part of me which I was supposed to nurture and to feed with food, love and attention.

That part of me was waiting patiently for me and ever forgiving towards me, waiting for me to turn around and come back.

I neglected it for far too long and it is fading away.

Is it my faith or my soul??

Or the character in me which I failed to weave into the tapestry of my personality??

What "Little" Pleasures

What little pleasures of life
Which fades like a badly dyed red cloth immersed in water.

I drank Heineken yesterday.

And now I know why they say that Carlsberg sucks.

Heineken sends you to the seventh heaven.

It was glorious!!!

Love the after-taste of it!

And I woke up really groggy this morning.

And I was spacing-out when Nicholas and Mrs Ong were talking.

I'm sorry. I was seriously groggy.

But I promise to work hard. Tomorrow.

Because I really need to catch up with my sleep now from this series of nightmares that I get lately.

I'm supposed to sleep really well after that pint of beer.

But I get nightmares instead.

Ah, pleasures of life

Which only lasts at the moment you have a taste of it.

And after that, a foul-taste is left in your mouth.

~Women love deeply, men love silently. That's where the conflict arises.~

Benefits of Long-Sightedness

The results slip reached my letterbox today.

Being the dutiful daughter, I passed it to my mom and she asked me to open it.

When I opened it, my face went numb.

I forgot about the whole number of absent days being printed there too.

My mind went blank.

And my mom went to get her reading glasses.

I just love faded prints.

My mom saw the 3 for a 0.

And she proudly said: "You weren't absent even for once. Good!!"

*BIG GRIN*

No, I didn't tell a lie or anything. I just did not answer

=D

Bearer of Grave News

In the world today, there are:
1. Cup bearers [I think they still exist]
2. Grave diggers
3. Funeral service conductor
4. Coffin bearer

I, on the other hand, is the bearer of grave news.

Alright people.

Please notify your pals that we are only restarting college on Tuesday which is 22 April 2008.

[Yes, we're going back to college] >.<"

Not enough rest?? I think so too.

Or maybe you're too restless??

I need longer holidays although I practically do nothing at home but rot or do some mooting stuff.

And so, it appears that we all generally did badly for our trials.

Met our dear lecturers during the hols [Yes, I'm a geek to be in college] and:

1. Like I said previously, most people did badly for Law.

2. Mrs Grace said that Economics was generally badly done as well. The highest is a B from PL3.

3. Our Chaucer is generally bad too.

[I'm sorry, but I do not have any other news from other lecturers.]

Sigh. I really have to work really hard now.

Even if it means I will get beautiful panda eyes which makes me look like I have swollen eyes and face.

The Injured "It"

It stared ahead
Eyes bleary
Mind empty
Core bleeding.

They stab
Frustrate, and injure
They steal
Joy, Love and Happiness.

Depression, like a menacing fiend
Sipped in
Melancholy hovered above like a thuderous cloud
They stayed put
They refused to budge
They added weight to
The weightless it.

It refused to move
It refused to float.

It was so bashed up
By words and expectations.

It is not an object.
It is your soul.

Pathetic "Heroine"

I thought that I can be the wonderful little daughter to not spend money to buy another Microsoft Office programme when there's already one but currently residing in London.

I thought I can be a heroine to be able to survive with WordPad.

No, I'm suffering miserably.

Can anyone be so kind as to lend me the Microsoft Office 2007 programme??

I'm kinda desperate here.

Totally can't survive with WordPad. That programme is so irritating.

I will only tolerate it when I absolutely have to. But not for too long.

Turned out that actually, my laptop was perfectly fine.

It was the wifi with virus which hence, caused my laptop to shut down again and again like that "fateful" saturday in SS15 when Cindy started blaming me for transferring virus to her laptop.

Aiks. And I reformatted the entire laptop. >.<

I knew I will have to endure with the cranky old setting but I just couldn't.

It was either suffer without Microsoft Office or suffer with lagging laptop.

And I chose the former.

To look at the bright side, I get spanking new settings with awesome programmes now.

I'm such a computer freak.