Dangerous sleeping habits

According to Amy, my roomie:

I fell asleep while trying to study for the SAT practice exam. I was sprawled on the bed, gripping my pencil and paper, happily using the dictionary as a pillow while earphones pump unlistened music into my ear. What a nice position :)

She called my name several times, poked me, and shook the bed. No response. She called again, dragged away the dictionary and extracted my pencil and paper. Still no response.

When she took out my earphones, I finally opened my eyes and smiled at her. Then I asked her to turn off the lights. She asked me if I wanted to apply some medicated oil to soothe my cough. I declined. When she insisted, I took the bottle and rubbed some oil on my throat. As I turned to sleep, I wished her good luck.

Pretty normal, isn’t it? But there’s a catch.

I don’t remember.

I don’t remember waking up. I don’t remember smiling. I don’t remember talking. I don’t remember using any oil.

I don’t remember anything.

Oh.My.God.

Shahril and Ron Nie might be right.

God gets wishes wrong

I am used to calling a crazy zany person by the name of Jane. Hyper, loud, funny. But now, I have a classmate named Ee Jane. And she is SO NOT JANE. Gosh. I get confused sometimes. I hate calling her Jane cuz the one and only irreplaceable Jane to me is the one in SugarLand!

Guess I'll just have to find the new one a nickname ;)

It's a bit like getting what you wished for, but not exactly what you wished for. I've been wishing fervently that Jane and I will study together in college. It came true, but darn! It's the wrong Jane!

Eff betul.

the L-word

Remember that guy from that school with CCTV? The one with yellow walls and grilled windows? Yes, that school. Yes, that small-eyed guy. Yes, your neighbor, my dear cousin. Yes, I am evil and I shall give hints so obvious, that guy’s anonymity is screwed anyway. Okay, now you remember that guy. Please do me a favor - don’t mention his name here. The world does not need to know his name. They only need to know that he’s in love :D

Their romance is still in the ‘budding’ stage, so it is kinda hard to tell. But we’ve (I’m not the only one who noticed) got bets on how long the relationship would last, running from 1 month to 1 semester. The challenge is when exactly should we start the clock? Now? They’re practically dating already, yet they won’t admit! *shakes head* Why complicate a simple matter, right?

Even God is on their side. You see, he lost his ring a few days ago. I smell divine intervention. Maybe God wants him to get a new one. A new one with a matching pair.. *wink wink*

PS: I have 10 bucks on 1 sem :)

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Talking about love, it feels like ages since my last hug. I feel this mad urge and longing to hug and be hugged. Not just any hug either. I need a genuine, warm, back-squeezing, i-love-you hug that makes you feel like you never want to let go. I need a hug that makes me feel safe and loved. Hell, I need to feel safe and loved, but a hug would make me feel a lot better.

Gosh, now that I think of it, I am so deprived of physical love. Being here, alone, the only time I touch a fellow human being is when the bus is crowded. That’s kinda sad, isn’t it? I think I touch detergent more often than I touch human. And we all know which one we prefer, don’t we?

I need a hug…

de-dusting the blog with an entry on laundry

I do not love laundry. I really do not love laundry. Really.

Yes, I admit I am a pampered kid who never had to wash her own clothes before. But now.... I wash my clothes everyday. By hand. And I do NOT love it. Every day, at 12am, I will stoop to pick up the day's dirty clothes. Then, I will dump them into a pail and proceed to pour in detergent and water. I wrestle with the clothes for a while, because Chemistry Form5 dictates that detergent requires a certain amount of "mechanical agitation" in order to do their job. So I agitate my clothes. After that, I let them soak for as long as my patience allows. Then I agitate my clothes again. And again. And again. Until the suds are gone. It doesn’t end here. I then have to soak them in softener for 2 minutes. That done, I agitate them to remove the softener. Lastly, I hang them up.

There is something mechanical and pedantic about doing laundry that I find so oppressing and burdensome. It’s like homework. Minus the intellectual satisfaction.

Laundry has to be done everyday – a lesson I just learnt, having been doing effing laundry for 3 whole hours last night after 1 week of procrastination.

Laundry has to be done systematically – the steps have to be followed, and no fooling around. I once added detergent and softener at the same time, the rationale being I can do two things at once, reducing the amount of agitation. Doesn’t work. Both cancel each other out. Extra work on that hellish day.

Laundry makes me tired – the amount of agitation I do… And my back hurts. And my neck and my arms.

Laundry takes up a lot of my time – one hour a day. For ONE day’s laundry.

Now I understand why nudists do what they do. Not that I was opposed to nudism before. I just thought they were rather eccentric and amusing. But now I see the reason behind their madness. Imagine how little laundry they have! Heaven! Who cares about all the lofty notions of celebrating the human body and etc etc? They don’t need to do laundry! Genius! Let’s go nude.

However, seeing as I am bound by societal norms and widely-held and aggressively enforced views of public decency, I have recently taken to wearing the same clothes for 2 days in a row to reduce my amount of laundry. No, I don’t stink. There are stuff called anti-bacterial deodorants, y’know. And they actually work. The advertisements weren’t for suckers after all! Let’s see if they can last for three ;)

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To all of you, near and far, I just want you to know that I miss you very much. I love you everyday.

trying to let go

Sometimes, we find ourselves in difficult situations. We find ourselves having to choose between those that we love most. Those that we treasure and cherish. We find ourselves having to let go, because time and circumstance do not permit. And yet, we cannot. The more we try, the more our heart tugs at us, making us feel guilty for sacrificing something that we love. But we have to.

I'm talking about books. :P

So here's the situation. I have to choose which books to bring with me to INTEC (not bringing is not an option) and I have stuck to the minimum. But I still have 1518 pages measuring 12cm thick. I can't possibly bring them all as I have limited real estate. Besides, I'm planning to get more books. So I need to free up some space.

But these are the books that I read when I need some cheering up / de-stressing / inspiration! And one of them is a book I just bought which I am dying to read.

1) Fragile Things (3 cm)

2) Stardust (1.5 cm)

3) Middlesex (3.5 cm) ~untouched

4) The andrew book (2cm)

5) The BLUE book (2cm)

How do I choose? Need some help here, dearies.

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By the way, I had one application and he was so adorable I decided to take him. Readers, say hi to Wall-e. Thanks Ng, for the referral :)