pet peeve number one

pet peeve number one

My current pet peeve is the blatant use of the f-word.

I'm fine with the use of it. I'm no angel and yes, i do admit i find myself guilty using expletives to express my anger or frustrations.

But i simply cannot tolerate those who use it in every single sentence that comes out from their mouths. To me, it just devalues whatever the message is being sent across. 

One thing that puzzles me is that does using the f-word emphasizes one's masculinity? It seems to be a favorite word that pops up very frequently in the conversations among guys here.  I'm not sure whether i'm being inaccurate here, but it's the impression i get from my fellow school mates.

still alive

still alive

I am currently done with two papers, which leaves me two more before I can say hasta la vista to nus. I think I have been a very good girl throughout this semester, clocking in dutifully in the morning to do my work in school. It is amazing to discover how one can be so self-disciplined as one grows older. I certainly became even more self-disciplined over these past 3 years in university.

It seems like the medical students are starting to stream into the library, probably preparing for some test. Hopefully, breathing in the same air as them will let some of their intellectuality rub off on me. 

what hurts the most

what hurts the most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do

I almost broke down when I watched the official music video for this song. It was so heart-wrenching and I hope that this will never happen to me.

sick

sick

I'm sick.

I have been coughing like a pneumonia-stricken patient for the past few days. The cough is so bad, I feel like I'm coughing my lungs out every time my mouth opens.

Exams are just a week away and I haven't started revising. All thanks to the essays that are taking up all of my time. 

Hopefully I can recover soon and start my mugging session at full mode soon.

Time to recharge~

cool parents

cool parents

I have been wanting to write this post for a long time, but i couldn't due to the crazy deadlines and quizzes:( 

Being more of a life-story junkie, I absolutely love reading about other people's lives. And strangely, for some unknown reason, I recently found myself hooked onto blogs about blogger dads/moms and their children. 

One interesting find I have made in my quest for interesting blog reads, is metrodad. (hover the colored text for the link)

My most favourite post of his is his thoughts on race, as an American Asian who has been living in the US. I will leave the reading to you but his points of discussion are very very thought-provoking and refreshing. Having lived in Asia for all my life, the idea of living in a non-Asian-dominated environment makes me a little nervous. Metrodad's entry serves as a window that allows me to look at the lives of Asians living out of Asia. Which I thought was really thought-enriching.

Do visit the links I have included under my read list, because many of them are about people who have made a living for themselves in a foreign land, through exploration and adaptation. Interesting reads, do check them out:)

MIA (missing in adium)

MIA (missing in adium)

To add onto my absence on both my blog and plurk, I will be appearing less on adium too. Apparently, my adium account has been attacked by a virus and i have been sending very strange messages to my friends whenever i log onto adium.

To prevent further scares and confusion to my lovely friends, i have decided not to log onto adium until the feedback team helps me to fix this problem. Unless it is an urgent matter that cannot be resolved outside the online chat platform, i won't be appearing much in adium.

I will try to make up for my absence by squeezing in a few entries here and there. Sorry guys, but work is really killing me:(

panic

panic

Exams are two weeks away. AAAARGH!!!!

And I haven't really started on any revision proper:(

I hate to anticipate what my life is going to be like in the next two weeks...

library resident

library resident

I'm officially a library day resident. I clock in in the morning and clock out in the evening. All thanks to the term assignments which are revolving around my mind every second of my life (/-_-\).

No, i'm more of a library day resident. I'm a library resident by day and a grumpy snappy grouch at night. Exhausted from the long hours of research of materials and typing, I transform into a detestable ogre when i reach home. I hate the grouchy me now.

 Maybe i should go grab some chocolate bar to inject more happy hormones into my body. 

poodle face

poodle face

Not being able to stand my straggly, lifeless hair, I decided to drop by my hairstylist's place for a good proper haircut. It has been almost 6 months since I have visited him, so you can imagine how long my hair was.

Things to note whenever you entrust your hair to my hairstylist:

1) Always pick a day when he's not that busy. Sometimes, he can manage 3 customers at one go, and he may be rushed for time. 

2) Tell him specifically what you want beforehand. He sometimes comes up with new ideas at the spur of the moment and may try it on you if you don't specify your preferences. He chopped off half of my hair without telling me once, to make it look like a bob from the back. Thank goodness it turned out to be fantastic, and I have been keeping that hairstyle since.

3) If you don't like what he has done to your hair, tell him straight in the face. He will take note of what you dislike and will try to salvage whatever hair you have left. 

I love the way he cuts because my hair doesn't get out of shape even after 5 months. His cutting fee is pretty pricey, but I think it's pretty economical since I get my hair cut every 4~5 months.

Today, he cut my fringe to create this cutesy-look. I think I look like a poodle.