I'm DONE with my 1st paper, Linear Algebra & Differential Equations

(although it should probably be renamed as Why-Do-We-Have-To-Even-Take-This-Fecking-Subject )

 

6 more to go, but I have a couple of days or so in between the papers, so I still have time to blog

But this'll be just a short post, aite.

 

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Nothing particularly interesting happened recently

 

Last time I checked, I'm still a girl, my hair's still black, I still like sushi with lots and lots of soy sauce, I'm still in Malaysia.

 

It's like clockwork : my weekdays are spent at college, studying my arse off. and my weekends are wasted catching up on zeds.

 

I suppose this is one of those oh-so-famous monotonous-cycle that middle-aged ppl are always going on about.

Shrinks & psychologists make millions just discussing about it.

 

Yeah, I know, I know, I should 'break the cycle' by 'doing spontaneous things'  and not allowing myself to be 'stuck in a rut'.

 

So last night, I sat in my thinking chair (ala Blue's Clues) and thought long & hard, and came up with a list of things I can do

 

 

 

 

1. Take up sand surfing >> Problem is, I'm not sure we have that much sand in Malaysia for me to frolic in. Might have to go to the Sahara or someplace like that, but I'm skint at the moment.

 

 

2. Learn Russian >> This, I really did try to do. I even bought the Periplus Essential Russian Phrasebook. I thought I was doing good until I realize that my tongue now resembles a pretzel due to all the hard pronounciations.

 

 

3. Go crazy and become a lesbian >> Nah, I can't do this one. I'd rather shag coke-addicts than fancy a woman.

 

 

4.  Experiment in the kitchen >> Ha! This is as far-fetched as possible. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that hopeless. I'm just rarely at home for me to cook anything. That said, I live on take-outs.

 

 

5. Attend a seminar / talk >> I said I was bored, not desperate.

 

 

6. Date someone not my type >> Ah, this would be a good idea, if not for the fact that I hardly have time to go anywhere to meet new ppl. I'll always end up going out with someone I see every day, time-saving wise.

 

 

7. Change my name and join Cirque Du Soleil >> Oh, how tempted I am....

 

 

Needless to say, the list didn't cut it for me. Back to the drawing board then

 

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I was checking my mail the other day, when a friend sent me Justin's Sexyback audio file.

 

I listened to it, but I didn't like it that much.

 

Then the next day, on my way to the tuckshoppe, a flashy car passed by me with it's windows rolled down and stereo on full blast, and guess what the driver was playing..........yup, Sexyback.

 

That night, I had an extra class. And bang in the middle of the lecture, someone's mobile went off with Sexyback as the ringtone.

 

After that I went back to my room and crashed on my bed (didn't even bother to change) because I was piss-tired. And right before I dozed off, my roommate came skipping in, humming Sexyback.

 

Maybe it's just me, but I think it's a bit bizzare. It's like Sexyback's haunting me or something like that.

 

So I listened to it again (just to get it out of my system) and surprisingly I found out it wasn't bad at all.

 

YES, he sounded like a perv, but oddly, I do find the song sexy. Clever usage of the word 'shackle'.

 

Sexy is definitely back

 

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The play's going good.

 

Me and a friend are supposed to be in charge of the music, so we downloaded loads of piano pieces and classical musak. It wasn't easy because we were given really short notice and we were to give the music to the director in just a couple of days.

 

I stayed up at night, downloading like mad. The wi-fi at the college sucks, the connection kept failing and the downloading were interrupted a lot.

By the time I was done, I was THIS close to smashing my laptop on the floor and stamping up and down on it.

 

The next day's meeting, I was all set to give the director my music, when she casually told me that I needn't have bothered because she decided that the play will use the original movie's soundtrack and she HAS the soundtrack all along.

 

Saying I was angry-to-the-point-of-massacre would be an understatement.

 

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I got together with a few friends the other day and we went out for dinner.

 

It was really nice, we haven't seen each other in a while but there were none of those awkward moments where you hug hysterically for a few seconds then run out of things to say. Nope, not for us.

 

We ate and talked the night away. I couldn't really remember what we talked about, but at some point , my friend who's taking Psych started asking us what we think of coffee-->

 

Me : Umm, turns on a switch. There's a word for it (sat guessing for a while) Oh yeah, stimulating

 

A : Refreshing, definitely

 

B : Black

 

C : In a cup

 

B&C's answers resulted in my Psych friend laughing so hard, she was snorting like a pig.

 

We were all like, huh? Where's the joke?

 

Psych then paused laughing long enough to tell us that asking ppl their thoughts on coffee was just a psychology reading and our answers reflect what we think of sex.

 

In other words, coffee = sex.

 

No wonder Psych was hysterical --> B : Black sex?!   C : Sex in a cup?!

 

lol!

 

 

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Wish I could write more, but I've class tomorrow and I want an early night