sadness is…

spending time in school for meeting one day after my final exam paper.

what life? what holidays?

for only with you

that Hitman can be termed as fairytale-ish.
that i can behave damn bimbotic and not feel self-conscious about it.
that one gazillion options have to be considered and thrown out just for dinner.
that aiming to be atas yet cheap can happen.
that i realised everyone is waiting for me to get attached, just so i can be laughed at.
that talks are about biological, surreal and ammoral stuff.
that five undergrads cant fig out how to switch on the flash of the digicam.
that mud pies have never tasted better.
that we can bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch. and not feel bad.

thanks dears!!

huan and xue, if you are reading this, go back to studying!!

sing along

today sucks. totally ultimately incredibly.

thank god for the biatches and my trooper.

since society doesnt allow me to be physically violent, songs with copious amounts of swear words are extremely therapeutic.

to lovely xue

for being a fellow SPG.
for someone to gossip with after googling profs.
for the common love of brunettes.
for procrastinating together.

for thinking we still have a lot of time when we began to print notes 10 hours before a morning paper. for all the gods will adore us and not let us fail the paper.

lotsa love,
jacq
(truly from the bottom of my heart)

minimum conditions

eyes
intriguing

all who fail, sadly bore me.

work and play

HRInc’s meeting
PD’s sponsorships
Biatches’ drinking and eating
Pam’s house for our bi-annual sleepover
Moses’ house to play with Bandit
Adel’s BSM
Caroline’s BSM (i cant believe i forget abt the work involved)
Rama’s lunch date
Chiang’s sentosa trip
Deb’s seoul garden
ODAC’s seafood dinner
Lucas’ rendezvous
“Me!” time

all the work and play to be achieved within one week of my last paper.
no one shall pangseh!

case study: desperate people

as mentioned several times, this is THE year that i attract weirdos, in real life and on cyberspace. on facebook for instance -

(in exact words)
unknown person #1256787:
hi i p**l nice meet u ..add me msn ***@hotmail.com see u soon @@ my hp 9******1 can keep in contact !!!
me:
hi but do i know you?
unknown person #1256787:
can we make friend mind add me msn see u thanks ..
me (still contemplating if i should response with):
not until you can improve on and speak in grammatically correct english. i cannot “make friend” if i dont understand what you are saying.

i mean seriously, how desperate can people get? now i understand min’s pain, if only for a bit.

my happy song

wine and dine

i want to be wined and dined!!

unfortunately, there is not a guy in sight who is willing to do it. not the father who thinks that $4 dessert is breaking the bank (i am NOT kidding. and i was the one who bought it!) not the brother who places the girlfriend above the sister (unless i’m hospitalised.) not the close guy friends who laugh in my face and say no without even having to consider.

why cant money grow on trees?!

not having the high life is not all bad. after all, i get excited by receiving overseas packages through UPS without paying extra for freight and enjoyment from night walks through pasar malams. it doesnt take much to make me happy even though i like atas things.

i am quite convinced that i will never lead a princess-ey life, material wise; unless i slog my ass off. still, a girl can dream.

“Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin”

i love atas chocolates

after Prestat, Canelé Pâtisserie Chocolaterie and Royce, I am completely spoilt.

Sure, I will still enjoy my Cadbury, KitKat, Toblerone all that jazz. But somebody now HAS to always get me atas chocolates.

Food and making me fat aside though, you never fail to make my day