Hell yes there is a problem.
I’m not a confrontational person. I hate arguments.
But when something is wrong and things change because of it, I need to know. At least then maybe I can do something about it.
Silence may have worked many times before in the past, but this is ridiculous.
So I’ve spent my weekend like this.
Friday after tut i had hot choc with vi, then i went to Tea Tree plaza. I think i’ll go there more often now. It’s only 15 mins away! i didnt realise that. It’s nearer than me going to orchard road from my house in singapore!
That night, I went out for dinner with the physios and conie and des. Took a couple of panadols before that cuz I had a headache, so it went away. After dinner though, it was back full-on. Plus i had a stomachache… So marina dropped me home while they went elsewhere… I took another 2 panadols and ended up watching movies at home.
Saturday i went to work. Through work I had random bouts of cramps, headaches and general body aches but it was busy so I couldn’t complain and runaway. i’d feel sorry for the other people. Came home from work and had a horrible headache- Again. Realised I ran out of panadol at home, so I went through my brother’s meds stash and found nurofen. i’ve never taken nurofen before, so I was a little scared, but my head was throbbing so bad, i was gonna cry. So i took nurofen. the headache got worse… then it disappeared altogether! Just in time for me to go to bed…
Sunday, I woke up and went to work. Came home from work, watched some stupid shows on TV, then i came here to uni.
I thought I’d make full use of the internet at uni. But guess what? I forgot my earphones.
*CRY*
So now i’m here at uni without my earphones (can’t go on youtube and listen to my favourite songs…) 
I think i’m heading home soon…
Tomorrow I’m working in the evening again. And no plans for the day, so i guess i should be housecleaning or something.
And so that is how I spent my weekend. It’s so depressing I don’t even know how to explain.
…but I can’t help it.
I hate having tests during PMS!!!
Lots of eating, no concentration= no study= lousy grade.
Please lah. Next time we have an exam schedule, make sure it doesn’t coincide with PMS…
That being said though, I really need to buck it up. A lot.
Craaaaaaaaap.
(Considering mummy is able to find my certificates, which really shouldn’t be a problem.)
I met my course coordinator today (after a 3 week wait for an appointment!) and I’ve finally got the whole BUGE course/elective course thing out of the way. Finally.
Turns out my piano/music theory certificates are good enough for me to use as a replacement of an elective course at uni. So my many years of classes and practices and exams were good for something. Haha! 
OK, I really enjoyed my lessons/practices and all that anyway (at least in the past 7 years i did). So it’s already worth something, it’s just… worth more now.
So. Me happy. Yay.
Maybe I was a bit of a party crasher today.
Especially when it involves new people, it’s maybe not right and might leave a bad first impression.
Keep in mind: first impressions count, but getting to know someone counts even more. When you finally know what they’re like, first impressions slowly fade away.
Not so sure where this is coming from or where this is going, but I’m just a little unsure about my actions recently.
stressed. So I’m chomping on a (very squished) Cadbury Wispagold bar. Never seen it before. Sticker on it said it’s ‘made in the United Kingdom’. Quite nice actually. Sweet. But duh, its supposed to be. A bit like ‘bubbly’ on the bottom with caramel on top. I didn’t know it was so fragile, so I left it in my bag, and after a couple of days, it’s now a pancake-wispagold bar… I mean, if i put a snicker bar under the same condition, it wouldn’t be that badly squished. So I wasn’t used to it.
OK. I’m not a calorie counting person, it says on the bar how many calories it was…
I guess it was good that I went for that jog earlier today. Might cover a bit of that calories I’m currently consuming.
Funny how blogging has changed our(my) society. Without blogs, how often would we publicly analyse our actions and personality? How often would we publicly announce how we really feel about someone without the person actually being addressed? How would I share a silly little story with so many people at once? 
ugh. sticky.
had a long day at work today. so when i got back. i took a long long long girly shower.
washed my hair, left on conditioner, used the body scrub cloth to scrub from head to toe, between every single finger and toe, and i found my razor. the manual razor. after all the epilating, and electric razoring, i realised nothing beats the classic manual razor. ok. maybe not so classic cuz my razor is quite fancy 
but ive now got silky smooth legs. yay. oh, and after all that washing and scrubbing, i didn’t want to put on any make up on my face before going out so i decided to blow dry my hair so at least something looks nice-ish. not sure blow drying it made it look nice though. it was um… different. to me at least. i know my hair best.
this was so pointless.
I think I should document my blogging sprees and my feeling restless and compare it with my menstrual cycle. I can guarantee you there will be a correlation.
- Sometimes when you’re walking alone, when you think into the past of certain people and certain things you did you just smile to yourself. (strangers walking towards you think you’re insane or you’re very friendly…) Those little moments make me feel rather nostalgic…
- Adelaide is invaded by gigantic pink-tutu-wearing astronauts.
- How many people did we have in class of 2006 UWCSEA? I asked stitch and ritz this not too long ago but I’ve forgotten…
- I worked a breakfast shift today. The first time since a year ago during Clipsal. Why is it everytime I’m on a breakfast shift we seem to be short of staff? Today there was me alone serving in front counter, another girl alone in the burger room, and then our manager running in and out helping where he can. And I didnt know how breakfast is supposed to work. I gave out lots of wrong sized drinks, and probably messed up giving the right number of hash browns and all that. =.=” Didn’t get my break until 2pm so all I ate from the time I woke up at 8:30am was a slice of bread and some water. Hungry as hell.
- I hate how I come up with something witty to say in reply only about 2 hours after someone’s said something to me.
- A couple of nights ago I woke up coughing and feeling like I’ve been suffocating. Heart beating like mad, I took a few deep breaths and was surprised to discover there was nothing wrong with my breathing. So what exactly went wrong there? Sleep apnoea? I believe I have a mild case of insomnia though… every night I would wake up and sit up straight, then readjust my blanket or something, and then go back to sleep feeling a lot more comfortable. But before you know it the alarm has gone off and I need to wake up again. Most of the time, the second half of my sleep will be filled with strange dreams that I wake up feeling confused about, then forgotten after I’ve taken my shower.
- I hate forgetting something interesting I wanted to write here.
I love the mirrors in the lift lobby of my apartment.
Not because it’s full length…
Not because it’s massive…
Not because it’s in the most convenient location…
But because it actually makes people look thinner than they really are. Hence everytime I walk out of my apartment, I feel quite happy that I look good.
Unfortunately though, that resulted in me being in denial about my actual size for the past couple of years ><
I will work on it…
Click this youtube link to see
How is a little kid like that so cool?
(i wish i knew how to embed videos. Have I done it before?)
