what the creep?

okay.

first, she followed most of the korean dramas screened on t.v.

then, she started borrowing dvds of korean dramas from her dealer and wouldnt stop watching them. every single night.


her current addiction.
it has about, i dont know... 19657852354 episodes?

and now, she's eating kimchi for dinner???

that's it. i think my mother is secretly korean.

moving on to even freakier things. i was at Heeren two days ago and i spotted this right outside a hair salon.


Cousin Itt?


Sadako called. she wants her sister back.

alright, now that is just plain creepy. i'm serious. the hair salon wasnt even open. and if you look closely at the sign pasted on the wall behind in the first picture, it wrote, "Assistant Required".

SUUURRE. like that's going to attract any potential help. or customers.

assistant required. but of course. maybe the previous one didnt do a good job so they decided to... i dont know...

...hang her head right outside the salon?

the hobbit v.s. the people's party

i've been really busy with school.

it's been reports after reports after reports all week long. also, with one test down, there're two more to go (for now). and yes, 30th november. judgementjudging day. the day to get shot in the chest with a pistol for the wonderful work we've done. oh, my fateful friday. you might as well just drown me in your saliva right now. i am so going to wear a life jacket.

ANYWAY. i swear this particular lecturer (with a really-high-position-and-a-huge-influence-over-our-project-supervisor's-decision-to-grade-us-for-our-work*cough*) hates me.

what's annoying is that i keep running into him. no matter where i go. with or without my friends. you see, i seldom give him the acknowledgement that he wants because he often acts as if he doesnt see me (and it's probably got a huge thing to do with our group's project's progress). so i do the exact same thing. heh.

a few of days ago, i saw him approaching from a short distance ahead as i was leaving the lab with a friend and i thought to myself, "okay, maybe i should just smile and give a nod or something". and that's what i did exactly when he walked by.

i gave a little(fake) smile. i nodded. and i mumbled, "hi, sir" under my breath. flies probably heard me.

hands in his pocket as he walked towards the door, he looked at me as i gave him the friendly(fake) student-lecturer eye contact. he looked at me, glanced at my friend beside me, turned his head and walked on.

without any acknowledgement. not even with a i-hate-my-student-but-i'll-have-to-smile-and-act-impartial smile. that's right. he couldnt even fake it.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

it really was quite funny. i'm not even trying to be sarcastic here because i'll have to admit that it was kind of amusing. if only you were there to see that sense of hate in his eyes when he looked at me. that resentment. that unwillingness. LOL. it didnt make me feel helpless. instead, it made me feel like he was the helpless one because i ruined the great repertoire we had by smiling.

but it's okay. cos thankfully, the feelings are mutual. *thumbs up*
come on, i faked-smiled! lol. 'twas about as real as michael jackson's nose.

oh yes, happy thanksgiving everyone(i know i'm a day late)!
gobble, gobble!

mutant.

last night, i had an epiphany.

it all came about when i came to a realization that everyone around me wasis doing really well in their lives. i do mean really well. and that's where i got to thinking.

then, i realised.

i've come to a point in my life where i'm not going to sit around and feel sorry for myself anymore. no more moping. no more asking why others have that high level of intelligence that i might not have. no more feeling that i'm not good enough for my family. no more. i'll have none of that.

because i've come to realise, that life has been set out for everyone differently.

so hit me hard. because now i know. i know that you dont have to excel in school to become someone great. i know that when life gives you lemons, you squeeze the damn thing in someone's eye, and you make your own iced-milo. and that's just what i'm going to do. hell yeah.

i'm getting my sorry ass off this sad chair once i graduate and i'm going out there to find something and do it with all my heart and try my hardest to excel in it. yes.

a doctor saves a life. a salesperson makes a customer satisfied. a chef whips up a good meal. a volunteer cleans up an old folks home. you may think otherwise but i think in a way, they're all equally great.

so what matters most?

to me, that sense of satisfaction you feel at the end of the day. when you know you've done something that you can be proud of. could be anything. it doesnt matter.

just make a damn good cup of iced-milo.

solitary.

It is easy in the world to live
after the world's opinion;
It is easy in solitude to live
after our own;
But the great man is he
who in the midst of the crowd
keeps with perfect sweetness,
the independence of solitude.

-Ralph W. Emerson

no more Dunder Mifflin?

this is bad.

i need my weekly dosage of The Office!

44 days to go.

* taken off the Travel Tales portion of The New Paper, 9 November 2007

"Winter magic in New York; Bite into the BIG APPLE"

"I've been to New York four times and it still isn't enough."

"...There's no where else quite like Manhattan which captures the spirit of Christmas. The lights, elaborate window displays, the annual Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center and the famous Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade which usually kickstarts the holiday season."

"...Once you get used to the cold, you'll see that everyone gets to soak in the Christmas atmosphere in New York."

"...One of the annual highlights is the towering Spruce at Rockefeller Center. Standing at 27m high and 18m wide, and with 30,000 lights attached to 8km of wire, it is a sight to be savoured. This is all part of the festive cheer in New York city which everyone waits for all year long."

- Joyce Lim

first off, FOUR TIMES?! HUH! dammit.

are you reading this, Santa? ARE YOU?

The Quiet

i feel sick.

not sick sick, but sick-to-my-stomach sick.

i just watched this on HBO.


"The Quiet".

honestly, that was probably one of the most disturbing movies i've ever seen. no, it's not gore. it's not gruesomely disturbing. it's a totally different genre.

it's thought-provoking. very.

this is one movie that one should never watch when you're down. because let me just say, you'll suffocate. believe me. i didnt start watching this with a heavy heart. all i was doing, was channel surfing. then i landed on hbo. elisha cuthbert and camilla belle was on it. i thought i'd check the movie out before flipping back to channel 5 to watch Criminal Minds.

i never got around to watching that at all.

an invisble line had completely reeled me in to the movie. i couldnt take my eyes off the screen or my butt off the couch, as much as i wanted to. i was stuck on it. ironically, it was actually a good movie. really. all it had was this silent intensity that lingered in the air.

that's also what made it depressing. not the movie but the story. not the actresses but the characters. yeah, i smelt the fear, alright. both characters had such distinctiveness about them...it really makes you think about the situation when you watch them. or at least, it did to me. what made it even more depressing and disturbing, was that we've actually read and seen articles like this story on newspapers. that's what's sad about it. that we still read about it sometimes.

okay, woah. i dont get affected by movies often. NOT counting the times when i thought i could shoot webs from my wrists after watching Spiderman I. and II. ok fine. and III. but only because i still cant. dang. or the time when i imagined that it'd be okay for me to fight with anyone after the Karate Kid. after all, i thought i mastered the skill of waxing on and off(you gotta have to have watched the film to get me. heh) pretty well. mmmmhm.

but this movie? wow. i should've just stuck to watching The Mighty Ducks kick some ass on the ice-hockey ring on Disney isntead. tsk.

or maybe, i just need to sleep. going to bed at 5am wasnt quite an ideal thing to do. hm. yes. maybe that's it. ineedtosleep.

just a brief sypnosis of what The Quiet is really all about. picture this.

a deaf and mute girl (Dot) gets adopted into a family. she hopes to remain invisble. one day, she discovers a secret. her new father and his daughter(Nina) have something going on and it's completely wrong. not that Nina wants it. everyday, Nina tells Dot about her sinister plans of murdering her father on that particular night. only because a part of her feels that Dot cant hear a thing, and yet another part of her hopes that Dot can. but Dot cant hear a thing...or can she?

Dot has a choice to make. prevent the murder? be an accomplice? or continue shutting out the rest of the world and pretend not to know? what about... being the murderer?

now you think.

i'm going to bed to dream about chocolates and christmas trees.

3.34 am.

this keeps showing up.



man against machine.

it's on.

whazat?

it's 2.25 am.

i'm still struggling with chapter 2 of my report which will have to be submitted by 12 pm on wednesday.

oh wait. i just realised it's tuesday. ooh.

here's a picture of what i look like right now.



only, less furry and adorable.

wait, what the hell am i doing blogging?