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Timetable clash

So, I went in to see my programme co-ordinator today.

She is so sweet.

Yeah, she told me that she will be in the Hospitality faculty Exam Board meeting and she will put some good words for me, and hopefully I can resit the paper without re-doing it all over again.

Plus, she told me that it should be alright for me to continue doing the conjoint degree because my other papers' grades are okay.

Anyway, we spent a whole hour trying to figure out how to make sure I can take my papers in both the semester next year without clashing.

But, turn out that, there's no other alternative, and I will have to have clashing timetable.

Pfft.

and my semester one's timetable for Thursday is from 8am until 2pm.

grrrr.

But anyway, she told me she will try to work something out and that she will let me know when she can arrange a better timetable for me.

Ahh.

I'm tired.

Overwork

I went to the gym today with Koko.

and oh, I lost 2 kilos since Friday.

Tee-hee.

But, yeah, I have muscle sore everywhere.

Hand me the massage oil.

Grr.

12 more days to Malaysia.

Summer loving

Went to Coromandel with Andrew on Monday.

It's a pretty long drive but the scenery was great.

I will upload some photos from the trip later.

A Fat Girl's Woe

2 more weeks to see my family.

Which means,

2 weeks of Crash Diet.

I need to desperately lose 5 kilos before I can see them.

If not, I have to endure fat taunt. Oh yes, the joy.

Out of desperate measure, I even rang up this Girl that I despise because I know she will definetely have a stock of diet pills.

Gah.

Five Kilos, 2 weeks, Pre-Christmas goodies.

Shite.

Why can't I eat and not gain weight?

Time to haul my lazy ass to the gym.

I am poor.

SO,

Andrew's birthday is on the 22nd and Koko's birthday is on the 13th.

I am leaving to Tropical Island on the 27th to see my family.

I know I will spend all my money before I go back because of all the summer temptations.

But I want to have some dollars to be exchanged into Ringgit so that I am able to live like a Queen there.

As 'idiot' as I am, I used 95% of my savings here and changed it into Ringgit.

Ha.

Now, I have very limited money to spend money for Koko's present, day trip in Waitomo, essentials (food, bus fares, bills etc.) and Andrew's present.

Actually, more like nil.

I am very very broke.

I need to check if my foreign bank still have money in it, so that I am able to survive for another 2 weeks in Auckland.

Le Sigh.

Dramas never ends in Miss Pear's world.

Don't want to grow old

I bought a bag of Ready Salted crisps and decided to pig it out with a big glass of fizzy coke.

The whole American staple food thing.

Chips and Coke.

Andrew and me was sitting by the lounge, having a little bit of chat after our once a fortnight grocerry shopping.

Then, Andrew exclaimed :" I chipped my tooth !!!"

He was tucking into his chip and his tooth broke off.

He quickly went to rescue his poor old teeth by brushing them and rinsing them with Listerine.

Sadly, half of his wisdom tooth is broken and beyond repair.

He said to me : " Baby, I'm old."

Schedule

Saturday = Laundry day + Room cleaning
Sunday = Work + Present for Koko's birthday
Monday = Waitomo day trip
Tuesday = Clean the entire room (pack and stuffs)
Wednesday = appointment with programme co-ordinator

i told them

I told my parents about it, and they were handling it surprisngly well.

I am glad that they are so understanding.

But, I just recieved an email today from my programme co-ordinator about my Conjoint Degree.

She mentioned that all conjoint students must maintain a B average in order to be able to continue studying conjoint.

Now, that I missed an exam, how the hell do I maintain a B average?

DAMMIT.

I made an appointment to see her tomorrow.

Hopefully all goes well.

Dilemma

To or To Not tell my parents about my idiocy yesterday?

Ok, so I am going to be home in 3 weeks time.

If I tell them today, I will get 'mentally-tortured' about my stupidity in my 7 weeks holiday back in Malaysia.

If I tell them today, and got big-ass-long-fucking lecture from them in my holidays. Then, I recieved a letter from the Exam Board granting me to resit the exams, I got slammed from my parents for nothing at all.

Or, If I did not tell them until December, when I found out I am not granted a resit, they will be extra furious because I was hiding from them all the time about the incident.

I can't lie and say some extra special circumstances happened that made me missed my exams. (eg: broken arm, accidents, etc. etc.)

Because if I am not granted for a resit, I can guarantee my dad is going to ring them up and demand that I get another chance. Then, it will get ugly because he will find out I lied, and then I'll die an even slow death.

I have to tell my parents about it because:

IF I have to resit the exams, my graduation will be delayed for another 6 months time, and I need an extra 2K for the re-sit of the paper.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

I will tell them tonight and get it over and done with.

Idiot of the Year Award

Hi people,

I went to the exams today at the wrong time.

The exams was at 9am.

But I thought it was 2pm.

In other words, I'm fucked.

I just submitted a reconsideration for me to take an alternative assesment.

But I doubt that "mixed up with exams timetable' reason sounds very convincing.

I went to see my lecturer, she is so dissapointed with me , I am so ashamed.

I want the ground to open up and swallow my disgusting self away.

I cried a good half an hour, sitting at the lounge chair next to the Business Faculty reception.

I AM SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT.

Look, there's only two choices.

#1 They failed me and I need to retake the paper, spending another 2K, thus delaying my graduation.
(with my parentals VERY angry at me)

OR

#2 They grant me a resit, and I have to sit 5 exams 2007 Semester One.
(and literally die from overworking and panic attacks)

BUT

I will choose choice #2.

because there is no #1. not in my world anyway.

EVERYONE please come show me your love by shoving comfort cookies down my throat.

(I know I'm an idiot and I don't need you to remind me any more.)

More brown turd

Andrew found another pile of poop behind his DJ decks on one of his speaker's cover.

YUCKS!

Out little cat is indeed full of shit.

Does anyone know how to stop the furry thing's undecent behaviour?

I mean, she is toilet-trained, but I don't know why she starts doing her business anywhere but in the kitty litter recently.

BAH. -.-"

jelly beans

Anyways,

I finished 2 out of 3 of my exams.

Wrist cramps aside, i thought i did alright.
(Why can't they make us type instead of hand-write our exams?)

oh, I don't think students in the same exam room with me doesn't take my jelly beans obsession too well.

I have this habit of bringing a mini-box of jelly beans when I am sitting for an exam. It helps me to think when I am chewing one of those multi-coloured acidules.

But, I guess the constant fiddling with the jelly bean box does attract some poisonous stares from the students. I guess it is annoying when the jelly beans shake against the box, making this 'ker-cher, ker-cher' noise.

Oh well, maybe i'll put them into a small plastic bag so it won't make that much noise then.

*nods*

study pack

i bought 2 bar of chocolate, another packet of No-Doz pills, and two bottle of V energy drinks.

They are my study pack for tonight. I want to study flat out for my last exams on Monday.

Just after I popped a No-Doz, getting ready for my revision.

I walked into the room and I smelt something funny.

And ho and below, there is a pile of poop on my school bag.

Yes, ain't the little cat clever?

uh-huh.

To top the cherry off, she did a big wee and it 'contaminated' other bags I put beside my school bag.

Oh, the joy of having a pet.

san-san little tummy

Poor little san-san had a sore tummy last night.

She had been having runny poo all night and I have to say I was pretty annoyed with her smelly poop and having to ask Andrew (who's very unwilling) to clean her poops.

I was real stressed out with my exams and I dismissed san-san's sore tummy thinking she was just having a few poos.

I was real tired by around 12 at night and I decided I will have a sleep and wake up early tomorrow morning to continue my studies.

Well, I didn't have a very good sleep at all. I was disturbed by San-San constant scratching on the newspaper that I used as a base under her litter tray.

She went a a bit crazy and started to run around the room and scratching the wall. She is making a lot of noise for 3 in the morning.

Not to mention, the room stank because she must'd at least made 5 poos the whole night.

When I finally drifted to sleep, she woke me up again.

I heard her making this weird chokey noise and when I looked down the bed, she'd vomitted all over the room.

Poor little baby.

We cleaned the room and then cuddle her to sleep.

I think she's alright now though, that little cat.

She had been attacking our fingers like usual, and running around, playing in the yard as if nothing had happened.

<3

i am better than you

i am the fucking champion.

i wrote 3500 words essay in 2 hours.

hoorah.

one down, two more papers to go.

:)

Procastination

I'm having my finals tomorrow.

Instead of cracking my head off, trying to memorise every single words in the textbook.

I wandered intothe kitchen and stole 2 pieces of leftover pizza from Andrew.

I played with little cat and ran circles in the lounge like a madwoman.

I surfed aimlessly on blogs.

I stalked and checked out ex-schoolmates/acquaintances/friends/ex/ex's girlfriends etc.etc. profiles and pictures on myspace and friendster.

I ate too much yogurt and drank too much coke.

I decided that Ab-Fab commercials suddenly become interesting.

I actually vacummed my room after been not doing it for well over two weeks.

I thought it will be fun to mass-texting "Happy Halloween" to everyone in my phonebook.

I made myself the 4th cup of Chai tea.

I stared into the space.

I disturbed San-San when she's napping.

I'm typing this blog entry.

I am indeed the Queen of Procastinator.

exams frenzy

I hate last minute text book cramming.

I'd taken my fourth No-Doz and six cups of coffee.

I can feel the caffeine gushing through my veins, my heart begins to beat rapidly and I felt out of breath.

I picked the skin of my index finger until it became raw and sore.

My mind screams that I am tired but I can't sleep.

I am reading a copy of Tourism History - The Imperial Romans but the words are swimming across the yellowed-page. The nausea smell of years old paper sickened me. I spinned my ballpoint pen. Back, forward, back, forward.

The words do not register in my mind. I read the same paragraph again.
Once, twice, thrice.

I am still blank.

My cat is cuter than yours.

Still high on caffeine and still procastinating.

I decided to present you pictures of super cute San-San.


She's staring at my flatmate eating her ham sammie.


Sleepy little baby-cat.


daw..my bunny cat's sooo cute.


and her soft little pink paw. <3

any loose change, missy?

I was walking up to Karanghape Road to meet Andrew.

I stopped and waited for the pedestrian green light to lit before I cross the road.

*Beep beep beep*

Green light is on and I start crossing the road.

Just as I was walking pass the car stopped in front of me, the driver in pressed his electronic window down.

*pzzztt.....*

Oh god, I thought to myself, not another dickhead that come up with their oh-so-creative-one-liner "cummm ride with me,beybehhhhhhhhhhh..."

Instead, he asked, quite politely:" Excuse me, Miss. Had you got a spare dollar? I need it for my parking."

For a moment, I thought I heard him wrong. I gave him my 'whatever' look and ignored him.

LIKE, HELLO??? Had you heard of the words - 'public transport'? oh great, why don't you ask me for a spare twenty dollar note for your gas?! Oh, or should I give you my spare dollar so you can save up to buy a Range Rover? Like, you're not even driving a fucken beat-up car but some metallic-silver 4 doors convertible that any standard 40hrs/week blue collared worker will buy. How do you even fucken bring yourself shamelessly ask for a pedestrian for parking fee?

*ROARRRR*

Begging had really got out of hand in Auckland.

Maybe I should even try my luck on begging. I should go to SPCA and kidnap whole lot of kittens and put them in a box, sitting on a sidewalk on Queen Street. Propping up a signboard that says "Help needed. I am foreign. I have no family here. I am stranded alone with six hungry kittens waiting to be fed."

Once I get myself $3.50, I will pop into one of those cafes on Little High Street for a Chai Latte. Then, perhaps, continue sitting on the sidewalk for another hour or so because I will like to have smoked chicken panini from Wishbone for my lunch.

Ah, ain't life as a beggar grand, hun?

shopping bloodbath

I am very proud of myself today.

I checked my bank statement online and it is only a page long.

I haven't been using my Eftpos card much. Woot.

I have only been using my Eftpos for grocerriers, paying my phone bills, bus card etc.(essentials)

*pat myself on the back*

To reward myself, that can only means... Shopping.

XXX

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach when Andrew dropped me off at St.Lukes mall.

I swear I had not stepped into the mall for a whole month.

My mouth is twitching and my hands start itching.

A shopping bloodbath is about to begin...

XXX

4 hours later...

I endured:
- countless overly-enthusiastic shop assistants
- customers with smelly feet in the shoes store
- annoying dawdler walkers
- crying brats

and I came out with:
a battered wallet
an unhealthy bank balance
a very cute nautical themed dress

two basic tops

white


light blue

a pair of yellow ballet flats

and a guilt trip

ah, just another day for my inner shopaholic.

"buy now, regret later."

Computer Lab Etiqutte 101

I was heading out to the campus quad to hand my notes to a friend of mine while my account is still logged onto Computer 47 with my bag and textbooks on the table.

Proximity of time handing my notes to my friend : 3 minutes.

In this 3 MINUTES, I may be:

a) Walking towards the printer and waiting my documents to be print.
b) In the toilet.
c) Refilling my water bottle.
d) In Level 3 topping out my internet/printing account
e) At the IT helpdesk

I would say above reasonable factors for a student to vacate his/her seat for merely 3 minutes.

True, I am not doing what is included in the list above. But, you have to agree that it is reasonable to wait for 3 minutes before logging out my account without asking.

When I was going back to my seat, I thought I went to the wrong aisle at first, not spotting an empty seat in aisle #6.

So, I double checked again, and this moron wearing sunglasses in a computer lab. (what kind of fuckwit will wear that in a lab?) She put up my paperwork and textbooks into a big messy pile and my bag thrown onto the floor, with its contents strewn across the floor.

JESUS, you fucking moron, do you even have the etiqutte to at least put my bag down carefully so the contents won't spill?!!!

ROARRRRRRRRRR!!!

There she is, merrily replying to her fucking email. I can feel her stare burning on the behind of my head while I was bending down, picking my stuffs up. I gave her an EVIL stare when I was gathering my books on the table, and she DARE return my stare with a smug smile.

SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

Are we a goddamn society of retards? Cause it sure feels like i'm in one. The only thing is, i'm not as retarded as the rest of society is.

Yes yes you'll probably say why didn't you say/do something about it? I'm a very non-confrontational person, which is like a nice way of saying I'm yellow. Not skin colour you fucking moron, stay with the context here.

Just get off my case, I'm not the one I'm prosecuting here right now.

Ramadan Food

Hari Raya is coming soon.

To me, it means Puasa month, and in other words, RAMADAN FOOD!!!

*starts drooling*


Ramadan Bazaar

I still can't get over the fact that I will miss out two most significant food galore events:
Chinese New Year and Hari Raya.

POO！

a POOP day

Andrew and I went to Diwali festival down at the Britomart after we had lunch at Saika.



I was reluctant to buy anything from the food stalls because it does not look the most hygenic.

BUT....

My fingers twitched when I see " YUMMIEST SWEETS-STALL" sign ahead.

I whipped up my purse and gave my shiny 2 dollar coin to the vendor.

I bought a piece of toffee sweet.

(never mind the diarrheoa, who can resist special diwali sweets? pedulilah, eat first-pain later la!)

"the yummiest delicacy ever."

PTOOI!!!

I was conned!!

The toffee tastes like nasty piece of brown poop.

It is a piece of ill-tempted handmade caramel (melted sugar) with pieces of peanuts (not properly roasted. ie:RAW) and yukky stale mints leaf in it.

blerghhh.

Too bad I do not have pictorial evidence for that piece of poop.

GAH.

gimme my shiny 2 dollar back.

ps: I saw Don Brash and his wife having their picture taken in a photobooth in the Diwali fest.
ooooh, celebrity sighting. lol.

psst...

can you keep a secret?

I haven't been to the gym for 2 weeks.

Don't stand too close to me because it will be nasty when the top buttons of my jeans finally give way and hit you in the eye.