if it's possible, i feel even more impulsive now than i've ever been. which is BAD because i'm already an impulsebunny with constitutive activity without any influence from mr sun. so i shall... aiyar. i also dont know. i havent decided what. ... .. . ahhhhhhhh. heeeeelp. someone motivate me to study please - come here and sit next to me, stare at me, tap on the table annoyingly whenever i zone out, smack my head, pull my hair, anything! in return, i will offer you a free flow of oat porridge. oh yes and when needed, you could tie me up with some rope when i look like i'm going to do anything i will probably regret.

when i declare that i'm on a diet - i seem to want to eat everything. and once i get off it, everything that i craved for previously seemed to lose it's appeal. ditto with everything else. somehow, i always want things that i cannot get and it drives me crazy in the process because i.cannot.do.anything.about.it! gie was telling me about how she heard a song while walking past Law Library and it reminded her of 2-years-back. (i think i've been extremely wary of that library ever since) now that she mentioned, it occurred to me that 2-years-back aint much different from the now. it's like the same shit, just different people involved. stuff always happens close to the exams. they always do. it's a wrong time! then again, when is a right time? thank goodness it'll all be over in 1 week. 1 week, then i won't feel that bad about feeling bad. (does that make sense?) oh su, you can do better than that. you were almost....getting good at it. i just want to dress up as a vampire and disappear into the halloween world. and i've put up an itinery below the tagboard. ask me out when i'm in town, will ya?

i just saw someone's testimonial for another person which goes: 'he not very good looking lah...but good look aren't everything' (complete with the big small big small that i shall not even attempt because i. hate. it.) imagine someone writing that for you! (can you at least pretend?) i'm glad i've got normal friends. well, at least most of them are.

it's making me look like a mushroom.

iamgoingtothevisitthelibrary. iwillvisitthelibrary. imustvisitthelibrary. focushocuspocusfocusfocusfocusconcentrateconcentrateconcentratestudystudystudy. school's out and weekend's in. fridays always make me feel good (tgif!) - it almost feels as if i dont have any exam (nooooooooo)! 'I don't care if Monday's black Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack Thursday, never looking back It's Friday, I'm in love' - Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

now, how good doesthat sound? the australian newspapers are splashed with the latest universities' rankings. of course they would be. as the title goes, melbourne university is now the only australian university in the top 20 (number 19), making it by default the top australian university as well. and if there's anything i can be more pleased about, it'd be that the uni's biomedicine is ranked 10th in the world. melbourne university has officially turned world class. today also marks the last day of the semester, and the last day of my career as a bbiomedsci undergraduate. we couldn't have ended it better - with an exam. well we're biomedees after all. glancing at the rest of the cohort and clutching the graduation DVD in my hand, i couldn't help feeling the pride of being part of it all. i know what people back home think when we come down south to pursue an education. they think we're taking the easy way out - trust me, i see it all in the looks they give me. so i began thinking that they might be right. maybe, just maybe, it was the easier way out. and then it occurred to me that OF COURSE it was the easy way out! not because school's slack or that australians are stupider (and on that, i say NO! it's not true! not in biomed at least) but because life has GOT TO BE easier when living in a country less myopic, less superficial and less full-of-themselves. after all, i've probably learnt much more in my 4 years here, than in my other 13 years in singapore. well, at the end of the day, i don't see NUS (or any other singaporean uni for that matter- and i really don't have anything against NUS, much less the people there because some of them are my friends!) anywhere in the top 20 list. as much as you probably think i'm 'having the last laugh' at this moment, i assure you i am not. in contrary, i am distressed. because it's not a i-want-to-win-you-ha-ha thing. the fact is - singapore is still my home country (i think) and unless some things change, the thought of going back will remain as a thorn in my flesh. (no alex, i still dont think i'm an elitist) on a lighter note, i'm glad i blogged about assortative mating - it kinda came out in the exam. omph.

the darned deskjet printer is slow. i should have allocated more than 15 mins to print 60 pages. now im going to be late for lecture... i might have turned 30 by the time this thing is done. -_-

a whole semester of work. summarised in a mere 20-page report. how sad is that. but i'm glad it's FINALLY done! *does a little jig around the room* smack me please. i have an exam on friday. because mediocrity scares the crap out of me. and so does the director of my institute. i feel pressured to do well. but i have a bad feeling about it all.

I feel like a little girl Trying to conquer the whole wide world Everybody wants a piece of me And I just don't know where to run I've got work piled up to my head All I want to do is jump into bed And wash away my troubles with lemonade -Corrinne May

i can't believe this! i bought the wrong ink for my printer. i don't know why my printer model is listed on the side of the box. i assumed it meant that my printer's compatible but NO IT ISN'T. i'm really angry so if anyone of you possess a HP printer which is compatible with the HP inkjet black no. 45. please let me know. i could sell it to you. aiyar i guess i could give it to you also...but i just bought it and all ive done is rip open the box and the protective plastic around it. maybe you could spare me a donation? it was almost 50 bucks :( i'm so angry now to find it a good home.

it's assortative mating. i apologise for crushing the romantic in you but you got to admit that science is such a killjoy. (if we were to relate sex with terms like fertilisation and reproduction on a daily basis, i highly doubt anyone would be doing anything in their beds unless it's time to have babies - that is once in a few years.) although some believe that opposites attract, our choice of mates is dependent on really how alike you are and not how different. in other words, we tend to be attracted to individuals who have similarities in terms of both looks and probably personalities. that is the theory of assortative mating - which can be loosely based on evidence demonstrating a higher risk for spouses to develop a certain disease (known to have an underlying genetic cause) when their partners have the disease. it's not a relative high risk in comparison to individuals with monozygotic-twins relationships (or even parent-sibling for that matter) but it is high when measured against individuals of no relations at all. which makes sense to me in a warped kind of way i suppose. i mean, with all the women-are-from-venus-and-men-are-just-mars-bars thingamajig going around, it makes little sense for people to go around in search of a mate that has even more differences (to them) than the default which is no thanks to just 1 chromosome. and if you were going to insist that love conquers all differences - please don't tell me, i don't want to hear about it. 'sometimes love just ain't enough' and i wonder how true that is. i mean, how wrong can it be if a song has been made out of it. i've swung from being an idealist to a cynic and then back to an idealist (then to a cynic then to an idealist then...). i'm the queen of extremities, so much so that i don't really know what i believe in anymore. i think it's seasonal - it's love-is-all-we-need on nice warm days and sometimes-love-just-aint-enough on cold stormy nights. [note: we is totally hypothetical. there's no we realistically so don't pull a mummywong on me] until now, i still haven't figured out what i'm trying to say or what i intended to convey. well, it doesn't really matter, does it? as long as my boat is still floating and my kite is still flying, who cares what? this seems slightly abrupt but as much as the above-mentioned theory makes sense to me, i still have qualms about it because i really cannot imagine dating someone who looks, or even acts, like me. that would be way freaky. then again, i'm not very conventional, am i? and on a slightly unrelated note: i think i'm a manipulative girl. i learn something new about myself everyday. its a good thing but i wish they weren't all dysfunctional traits. (it could be your fault, w :P)

maybe i have to move to the taylor's hostel after all. she mentioned that the springst rent is very steep. i've never thought much about it... but now that i do, hey! it IS steep! it's important she finds something that meets her expectations so it's all good. now, what am i going to do (again.) updated update: (huh) while reading through a few posts i realised that i never think much into many things and things only hit me when i actually sit down to think think. in other words "i've never thought much about it" has been way overused in my life. so maybe i've been moving through life too quickly to notice the fine details. but then again, i always thought that i think too much. maybe its selective. and maybe i'm extreme - i either dont think or think too much. i need balance. but i believe indifference is a much easier extremity. no? so now i'm not just crazy. i'm confused. Are you there, God? It's me, *su. Can you hear me? Oh good you can...could you please drop me a housemate from where you are? Just don't let it (it?!) fall on my head. Thanks. Talk to you later, God.

this is so weird. you know how you usually need to have a subscription before you can read a journal article beyond the abstract? somehow i can open every single article today without having to go through the school library website. i can directly open them from google and that has saved me heck loads of time. normally looking for journal articles takes so much time it's a whole assignment on its own. i'm so impressed with myself for not moving from this seat for the past 3 hrs. yes, i deserve a blog break. now that my report is taking form, it's beginning to sound pretty good to me, if i must say - heaps of credit to my supervisor and E for their help. all.i.want.now.is.to.be.able.to.finish.this.thing.

it's a good day because unlike every other day that rains, i didn't get caught in the rain today. and i've found a housemate. ok, no i didn't. joel found me a housemate. :D which is a relief, of course, because my mum msged me today and told me that she thought of moving me back to the hellhole taylor's hostel i lived in during my trinity year. admittedly, it wasn't that bad. it wasn't disgustingly old or anything..in fact it's quite a nice place...just not..you know...very...homely.... good grief...what was she even thinking?! i got a few cards from different continents too. i've decided that snail mail does wonders to the mood. AND (yes! there's more!) i got myself a new vacuum cleaner that doesnt smell like a dog! i know, it's really strange.. but my old vacuum cleaner smells like a dog - even after cleaning out the dust bag. my new vacuum cleaner was in a box that was so loooong it was almost half my height (i'm slightly challenged vertically remember). now, that deemed me blind and hazardous. but i made it home in one piece and sofi didn't need to carry any vacuum cleaners OR injury-prone-su's back to my home ... plus i've got extremely clean carpet in the living room now. oh, too many good things in one day. it's beginning to sound a little suspicious to me! murphy should just stop lurking around and come on right out from his little corner. i'm having this really silly dilemma at the moment. i need to write a report. but i'm also very sleepy. i want to take a nap before doing it because the brain's not functioning. but i also know that by the time i wake up to do it...i'll need to go to bed again - or i'll fall asleep in church. i know it doesn't sound like much (in fact it sounds pretty dumb) but i really am thinking very hard about it. i think i'm going crazy. yea, you probably think so too.

because everyone seems to be leaving - ok so maybe not everyone. but those i hang out with are all leaving, so that's everyone to me. 2's going by the end of the yr, another probably by the end of summer or sem 1 '06 and then another still unsure whether she needs to return to help with the family business. my mum is telling everyone at home (again everyone ain't many. but we only have 4 in the family. so.) that she's worried i'm going to be so lonely here. i never thought about it. but now that i actually got down to thinking about it....i think im getting worried too. leaving seems difficult. but then i've learnt that staying isn't much better either. i never considered "making new friends" as someone suggested today. (and i don't think i'm very good at that anyway.) then i realised why i never considered it - it's as if i'm trying to replace these people who are going. and it just doesn't work that wat! it's not possible. because they are irreplaceable. i remember a conversation i had back in trinity with someone. we firmly agreed that friends are family here. i still stick by it. who else can we turn to anyway? so now that everyone's leaving, it's as if they are taking a part of me to different corners of the world. i've known some of these people ever since the day i stepped on australian soil....some in those turmoil first year days and have gotten closelikesisters to these girls. we've been through our ups and downs and trust me there were the downs that people probably do not know about and have not seen but i'm so proud to be able to say that our relationships have grown to where it is now - enough to look back and laugh at those horrible childish days. i wish i was more emotionally detached...i've tried my best to convince myself that i'm strong enough for whatcomesmyway (i do that all the time. it has almost become a habit) and sometimes it fails me...so i've tried my best to hide in my little world of delusion (and continue believing that everything's all nice and dandy) but it somehow comes back to hit me hard on the head. somehow, sometime - s-m-a-c-k. first evee, now everyone else. this is not going to be easy. then again, no one said it was going to be easy...but surely there must have been some kind of disclaimer? hmm, what am i going to do. p/s: forgive me for i am incoherent.

so lou and i have decided to go our separate ways - we have moved our computers back into the room. yes, it's a change of fengshui again. i wonder whether imac john misses her pc. it's nice being back on a desk and chair instead of a
coffee table and beanbag because that was bad bad bad for the back. but the backache also kept me from staying on the computer for too long. now, even when i'm sleeping, imac john is nice and bright and calling out to me to use him. rightyho that came out so wrong.

and somehow it seems easier typing a report from the desk than from the coffee table anyway.

but now that lou's half the world away, i feel like i haven't seen her in a long time. we need to socialise in the living room soon.

the same person who reminded me a while back that i have 10 yrs of shelf life left told me again today to remember that i have only 9 years of shelf life. it hasn't even been a year. hmm i wonder what that means.


now...it would make things much easier if taking pictures of cells (and looking at them for that matter) was as easy fun as taking pictures of myself.
i ended up extremely sick in the stomach at the end of the whole stare-at-the-moving-screen-and-click-snap-when-you-see-your-cells session. apparently i'm not the only one who feels that way after taking those pictures.


all the trouble for that strange looking picture up there.
to think it doesn't even have a face!

1 report down. another to go. i had a target of 1000 words tonight but i'm schtuck at 700 because i have zero inspiration. zilch nada. nothing. so i decided to stop for the night to call home. i was actually feeling quite pleased with my 700 word progress until my mum heard about it and freaked out. "WHAT?!?! 4000 words and you only got 700 written?!?!! Like that you can finish or notttt...can cope or notttttt?" all my self-satisfaction flew outta the window. i also didn't realise that she thinks 1.48am is very late. "what can you be doing at this time of the night???" she asks. "err report?" - which was kinda the truth if you minus distractions like music, internet, msn and hungerpangs. but wait till she finds out about the many other way-past-1.48am nights. which probably also explains why i keep falling asleep on the couch. i should have known better than to lie on it. i really wanted to watch everybody loves raymond but ended up falling asleep before and waking up after it. urgh! can you believe i'm going back in exactly one month! ohmygoodnessgraciousme - i'm almost done with this biomed course.

i look at my checklist and realised that it's pretty worrying that i've got more undone than done. i hate this pharm report. i don't know what's going on. i'm somehow thinking in dot points - i dont know why. it could be because i'm stressed. i seldom get too stressed about anything so when i say i'm stressed, i really am. please don't brush me off and tell me i'm not because i don't understand it when people do that. i guess i didn't need to mention that i tend to get snappy when i'm stressed. i'm very sorry, just don't come near me. i've learnt that sometimes we just have to expect less from people lest we get disappointed. i've submitted my honours application! yay! i wish i didn't need to sleep. imagine how much we can get done if we didn't need to sleep! i could have finished my report by now if i didnt fall asleep on the couch just now! i can finish my research project report by thursday if i didn't need to sleep in the next 2 nights! but NOOOOO the Z monster's here to destroy my life. did i mention i'm stressed?

hurhur i thought it funny that there were big jelly babies walking around albert park. i guess it is the juvenile diabetes research foundation after all. but still. albert park looks smaller than it really is (apparently the path around the lake is 5km). either that or i'm just unfit because i was walking and yawning and walking and yawning. i might just ache tomorrow. just note that when you're at the bottom of the food chain, expect to be eaten up by the people on top. cy and i got it in the form of having to m-o-d-e-l our institute's shirt on stage because no one else wanted to do it. but it was fun and our shirt won the 2nd prize. *smirk* even the little doggies had walk tshirts. how cute :) the weather's great and i'm loving it. looks like the rest of the week is going to be equally glorious.

i almost backed out of a meeting this morning. because i was way too sleeepy and awfully grouchy. but im glad i didn't. i'm still tired though. sofi and i went for ade's medal night and it's making me want to dance learn to dance all over again. she did latin and it looked so fun! i should, i shall, i must. but before that i must figure out why on earth i'm breaking out into a rash. i've got itchy feet, ears and tum tum and i don't think i'm allergic to any food that i've eaten so far because the clayton boys' roticanai + curry was too-good-to-be-true and sofi's sandwiches seem very harmless. IT'S SO ITCHY! and i refuse to think that i'm allergic to dance or men. (i've also decided that i like watching men who can shake their butts - not anyhow shake. the gey-lek kinda shake. omph that sounded dodgy. err. like john travolta in saturday night fever? aiyar you know what i mean. err. right?) i'm still tired. and i've got a charity walk tomorrow morning. kill me please!

why am i blogging so often. urgh so the day's over and i'm officially 20 plus abit more. i had a peach strudel (which was giedarling's great goldenpillow effort ;)), an tiramisu i-am-su (yes use your imagination) cake and a white blackforest cake. i'm stuffed with sponge and cream. but the feeling's good. kinda in a ishoulddownmoretea way. do i make sense? my parents are happier with me taking the diabetes project. they reckon i'd have a large sample size for testing (if i ever needed to) because i've got plenty of diabetic relatives. rightyho. and you thought i was weird. :) so it's 1 down. and just another to go (housemate search!) before i can feel fully at ease. God will provide. and i'm not picky. i only need to like you. *raise eyebrow* if you're going to tell me beggers cannot be choosers, save it - i know. *grunt* ok lah. im blogging so much not because i wanted to report how much cream i've consumed or to inform you how strange my folks are (though it was pretty fun doing that) but because i'm feeling fairly disturbed and needed to get slightly distracted somewhere somehow (oof i said that in 1 breath). blogging seemed like a good option but i can't seem to express it here because i don't like to tell i'm sure you wouldn't want to know anyway so i reckon now that sleeping is a better choice because i have to be awake again in 4.5 hours. i'm disturbed. don't disturb me.

i can't believe i made it to work this morning after going to bed at 5 last night. e stared at me in disbelief and told me i did well. i had to agree...and gave myself a pat on the back. i know this is going to sound damn stupid but i think i've decided to do my honours in st vincents. i cant remember being anymore indecisive than this. i realised ive been going around the labs/institutes trying to find something that is similar to what i have now. smack me on the head but i only realised it today. the svi group is rich, has published lots of papers, has a nice bright new lab, has space for students, is made up of nice people.....and they have freaking loads of applications that they wont even bother looking at because they don't want anymore than 2! (err. jq and i.) and then i go omg what am i doing not taking up the offer! so yes. here we go. wonder what my mum will think when i tell her i've decided to change my mind again :) i'm bored. but i'm tired. so i refuse to do anything much. it doesn't really feel like a birthday - i still dont feel any older. but thanks for all the greetings anyway -phone, sms, friendster, msn, blogs, anything! :)

we're the 5th batch to graduate and we're 'undoubtedly the best' according to matt perugini. i've got no reason to disagree. it's weird seeing these guys at anywhere other than the lecture theatres. but we've been through so much that probably only the other 133 students would understand. i've never talked to many of them, but i think i'll prob miss them anyway. oh, cut the sopnsap. pictures! the housemate and the sofi the neighbours the table the food (apparently su thinks beer is food too) the dancefloor the matt perugini the flower (the tables conveniently had flowers. they look like mine - just real and yellow) the afterparty the rest i turned 20 in a club. and i dont feel any older.

because *my day started with an overseas phone call *i think i have an honours project *i got a dancing chick card *my dress is fuchsia coloured (bright!) *it was warm *ball tomorrow and vic played with our hair. here we go, trigger happy girls.

1. i have absolutely nothing to do from the 7-18 november (i guess i could prepare for my 10 mins presentation but how long will that take?). i wish people could (and would) come visit. 2. i don't want - but i need a new housemate. apply here. 3. i don't seem to have an honours project and i might be a little worried now. 4. my hands still smell like latex gloves after washing them many times. 5. i've got a ball (+ afterparty) on thursday, work whole of friday, ade's medal night on sat and a JDRF charity walk in albert park with the colleagues on sunday. this is synonymous to "i think i'm going to die". 6. i've got to finish 2 reports, 1 test, 1 exam and 1 presentation before i can go home. i think i dont want to go home already. 7. i just found out this morning that people standing in the balcony of unit 66 can actually look into my room. and i found out while i was on my bed. good grief. 8. i dreamt i was a socialite. and woke up deciding i don't want to be anything else but that. 9. i can't seem to convince eve that i'm cute. 10. i still need to lose weight.

it's been a long time since i a caught a movie in a cinema in melbourne so i was pretty excited to be watching in her shoes in melbourne central tonight. i enjoyed the show, ironically crying throughout the entire thing. something must be terribly wrong with me because every little thing can make me cry tonight. even just 10 mins worth of armageddon did the trick. to think i started sniffing away almost immediately after turning on the tv. but anyhoos, in her shoes featured a great shoe collection (well. obviously) which i'd die for if i had 2 lives because i'd die for cameron diaz' legs (and bod too if you could throw in a freebie) first. speaking of which, trying to lose weight is a bitch. i mean, it really is. it's proving to be more difficult than i'd hope it to be (then again, nobody ever said it was easy). an awful [insert swear word of choice]-ly fat picture of mine has been converted into a stickie (o i love stickies!) and it's smiling back at me on my desktop to remind me of not-so-glory days. (which weren't that long ago actually). oh crap this sucks. - i'm never going to fit into the bridesmaid gown. to the gym, i say! but. to the bed first. the bum in me always wins.

i just spent money on a dress for the biomed formal dinner on thursday. (yes, i am last minute. very, in fact) but it's a good thing there was a sale in myers (25%!)....erm. does that justify my expenditure? i have a bad feeling about something. what that something is, i haven't decided. it's just one of those something-is-just-wrong feelings that you get deep down in your gut. and you know it ain't constipation. damn. it's unsettling. let me just go email a supervisor. or go out for a drink.

when i'm around you, i get this urge to scream my heart out into a vase before SMASHING it on the floor. piang. oh, su, take it easy.

Hi *su! Evelyn Lim (pulsarq) has just purchased a Flickr Pro Account for you! Your new Pro Account is set to expire on 6th October, 2006. (You don't have to do anything to activate your Pro Account. It's all automatic.) Having a Flickr Pro Account means you now have 2GB of bandwidth to use each month to get your photos on Flickr, and you can create as many photosets as you need. For more information: http://www.flickr.com/account/gift/60466/ Regards, The Flickrites hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *cue to scream* YAY! Thank you!

very much wanted right now: 1. more space on flickr. i exceeded this month's limit within the first week. this is not happening! *moan* 2. a new throat that doesn't bleed. (obviously i didnt think much about that while eating porkribs and tiramisu) 3. miracle knowledge potion much prayer for tomorrow's test. 4. a potent zit remover i am grateful to w for sharing her 2gb flickr account with me so that i can post pictures (as seen below) :D Back to the title. Angie's 21! (her mum's so sweet to fly down here to celebrate her birthday. :)) we had a barbecue a 12-inch tiramisu and many random pictures all found here

martinis manicures marshmallows massages and half-naked men waiters. ok so maybe the last mentioned weren't that great. i was sitting alone for a while and had no intention to spend any more money until 2 of those men cornered me and asked me whether i wanted a raffle ticket. i bought one so that they would go away. not cool. (hence the absence of any picture) [since we're at this substandard-m topic, someone kindly pointed out that women's problems all start with men. think men-opause, men-struation....] oh yes. meinus

because the sun rises earlier than it did a month ago, it's getting less painful to wake up in the morning and my plan to be up and going in the gym at 6+am seems to be much more feasible. somehow waking up when the sky's still dark just feels wrong. exercise releases the same hormones as chocolate does. ironically one reduces the hips while the other aims to enlarge it. for now i'm sticking to exercise because it managed to temporarily remove my pounding headache (which follows the beat of hollaback girl, trust me) and it proves to be less painful to swallow compared to chocolate when you have swollen tonsils. but seriously, i'd rather have chocolate any other time. so october's going to be mad-busy. i've decided it shall be a month of cultivating good habits. yes, i've started with the waking earlier bit and it shall be a month of better eating habits (read: less cereal-for-dinner occasions. we havent touched the kitchen proper for a couple of months now), a month of study-eep! (exams in a month, home in slightly more than a month, bridesmaid in 2. ahh!), and a month of plaaaay! looks like its going to be everything but a month of eyebag removal. aiya. [trichology sounds like some cheem branch of science but it really is just the study and treatment of hair and its disorders. girls are natural trichologists, no?]

[dodgy-voice one vs dodgy-ears one] wah lao. terrorist bomb bali again oh. you threw away the pandan leaves ah. umm. yea i did. didnt think they would do it at the same place twice huh. huh? say again? no, i was just saying terrorist bomb bali again lah. oh i thought you said need to boil barley again wait. did you say paris bomb bali?? NO! TERRORISTS! TERRORISTS bomb BALI again! [disclaimer: it's a lighter note not because she derives pleasure from the horrible happenings in bali. she only derives pleasure from funny conversations with her friends. the author fully condemns the act of murder.]

i wore braces when i was younger. (vivien could tell you in detail that i had a class 3 jaw. i dont know, i only knew it was ugly.) because i was a very greedy kid (i prob still am greedy), i couldn't resist muruku during chinese new year and that broke the metal wire. the wire stuck out and happily hooked the flesh of my lip until i had an ulcer the size of a five cent coin and a lip that looked like a sausage. and now my wisdom tooth is coming out and everytime i close my mouth it reaches the side of my cheek. because the edges of your teeth is not normally err flat (i mean, look at my fangs!), my tooth is constantly poking into my cheek and it's giving me a big and painful ulcer. and because there's nothing i can do about it unless i remove it, the ulcer is here to stay. i got too many mouth problems. the tonsils and tooth have to go. maybe it'll be a good way to make me eat less. no wait. what a horrid, horrid way. i know i'm such a whinger but do cut me some slack. i'm feeling awful.

is it possible.... that the people around me are getting younger..? or am i just getting older? because i know i'm young so it can't be me that's the problem around here. *frown* because i've only got one paper this semester (and i'm a science student! ooo.), which is the first paper on the first day of the exam period (yes, 9.30am on 7th Nov), i'll be done even before you can say what, so fast?!. but because of a stupid 10 mins presentation on the 18th, i can only go back then. pooey. but i'm not complaining. i'm donning that olive-green academic dress soon. :) (why can't biomed students get a cooler coloured band? olive green sounds ugly) first, i need to get back to study. mmm. hmm.. uhhh. hurhur. damn the throat. if it gets furthur infected, i'm going to be so mad. *stomps back into her room to continue reading ben hur* (i'm still trying to decide whether it was wise to read it rather than watch it. we'll see.) update ok i am mad because the throat did get infected and i'm cold and feverish on a gloriously warm day. arghhhhhhhh I HATE YOU TONSILS! &*^%$#@#$%&* arggghhhhhhh i need a hug *sniff. p/s: hello! write me a memory!