hibernating. I totally collapsed after class today cos of ABSOLUTE LACK of sleep the last two nights. I bathed, put on Strauss and snuggled into bed and hibernated. During my slumber, people were calling to say
“Hey are you going tonight? Walau… what you doing wei! Sleeping ar?!” “Go la, go la, go la” “Eh you not going ar? I’m out of pills la… D’you know who i can get from?” “Who are you going with? Can i go with you?”
I should have switched off my hp. After reviewing my workload and deadlines and how much i have to do each day in order not to fail. ConfirmED i cannot go… I’d rather (obviously) skip this and finish up my monstrous load of work.
Of course, there was that strangling feeling of leftoutness and iwannagoness i felt when the phonecalls were coming in…
PaH! Just you wait till i have hols in two weeks… i’ll be partying half the week heh.
Why. Because i’m not out partying and drinking. Since i’m already dubbed an alcoholic by so many… does this feeling then make me a partyholic? A clubbaholic? The skin on my chest feels tight and i’m all hyper. This is my prime time of liveliness… Yet again, i’m at home doing my final projects. I feel all weird not out at this time. Futhermore, i didn’t go out last weekend as well due to homework (again) and my slut’s birthday (acceptable reason). And i’m not going for the Genting rave tomorrow. Yes, you can wipe that look off your face. About 10 people asked me on Monday whether i was gonna go. By Wednesday i had decided not to… I reckon i should stay at home and do my *gasp* work.
What is HAPPENING TO ME?!
*conversation in my head* oh c’mon. It’s just clubbing. No! it’s a ritual to go! it’s so fun… *can’t breathe* allah… won’t die la don’t go. work is more important yea true… but perhaps… a few hours won’t make a difference to my work then you’ll regret later like fuck i know right… what the hell man yes exactly. so just shut up and do your work. ….
Mary just called me. And said that she might go tomorrow for a few hours. I’m rethinking everything.
nO! fucking hell stay at home and do work sial! But… it’s only for a few hours… isn’t it the same as yam chaing for awhile.. you’re gonna regret it i tell you see how la tomorrow… i KNEW you’d have no self-control… i *said* see how okAY! whatever la. stop blogging and do your work. Just making your time limit less erm. ya.
My dog Steven. Posing with my lacey heel.
: : Edit : : Aishah read my post above and just msn-ed me: I’d rather you go out.. than talk to yourself for a few hours… Me: lol idiot.
Today i was pottering about in my garden taking photos to use for a project. I got some mediocre ones such as these…
And thEN! oh MY! i started noticing the many insects saying hello to me…
Now i love Daddy’s camera even more…
*In College Today*
I find my Thursdays very slow and boring. So i brought along my cam today hurrah! Fizah and i had to layan each other cos Aishah (ms president of graduation batch) had to head the meetings. Seeing that i’m such an uncooperative bitch this term, i’ve been asked to emcee the ball with Robin. So i don’t have much to do… for now.
And since Fizah was my beeatch today. I focused my attention and lens on her most of the time.
We went to study for a dang test we were going to have at 7pm. She kept on distracting me by yakking about something or other. And even though i was *trying* my best to ignore her, she’s damn good at diverting my attention :p
I told her that. She replied, “Allah, i don’t drink wut.” I kept quiet.
Beauty Is In the Eye of … Me. I can’t help it if i like *my* eyes best. *narcissist*
At one stage in my photo-enthusiastic life, I decided that eyes were the most interesting thing to take with my hpcamera. And went ballistic. These are only a few
Monica with make up. Simple girl.
Robin in class. Intelligent and going places someday.
My slut trying to look big-eyed and innocent. *vomits blood*
Ando in class. I said i wanted a pic of his eye. He happily stretched it open for me.
Urm. i forgot who this is.
My blue eye and red hair, 2003.
My darling Steven. Love him so much.
Melanie. Complicated girl. i shall not say more.
Afzan’s cat. Active and does not like to be photographed. Hence. Blur.
Aishah. My beeatch in college. Kick ass typo + cat + coffee enthusiast.
Looks like Joyce wasn’t too amused with my random post the other day. She called it advertising my own site and such
I can’t help it though, I mean seriously. I haven’t even written anything on my own blog for days. Besides, I don’t carry around a big arse camera like she does wherever I go. Not like i’ve got heaps of funny and entertaining pics to put up
Besides, there’s nothing much to do in Melbourne. All we do is drink coffee in one of the many classy looking joints and then go get smashed on random weekdays and every weekend. Come to think of it…. Joyce would like it here. Cold weather, cute guys(and girls *ehem*), cheap alcohol, classy coffee shops, clubbing and some other stuff that begins with the letter ‘C’.
Ooh, I suppose uni is some good. Both of my lecturers are pretty cool, especially my Mass Communications lecturer. I love that subject, all we do is talk bull and watch T.V. He’s a bit of a rat bastard as well, so we click pretty good. It kinda helps that there are some Absolut MORONS in my class. Makes you wonder if it’s true when people say all the lazee mofo’s take Mass Comms.
Example of a conversation in class:
Gary Jaffer a.k.a Rat Bastard Lecturer: Go home and listen to 10 radio stations, now is there anyone who *does not* have a radio at home or any access to one?
*some people raise their hands*
By now i’m like ”wtf mate”?(being in Australia and all, you need to say wtf mate and not just wtf)
Gary Jaffer a.k.a Rat Bastard Lecturer: Are you absolutely serious?
*nods from random people*
Gary Jaffer a.k.a Rat Bastard Lecturer:…
Gary Jaffer a.k.a Rat Bastard Lecturer: Well do you like electronics?
*nods from random people*
Gary Jaffer a.k.a Rat Bastard Lecturer: Then go down to the city, look for Dick Smith’s Electronics, and buy a crystal radio kit. It’s ten dollars, and you make your own radio.
Now, this isn’t so bad. Except we had an almost similar conversation about T.V the next week. These people didn’t seem to have Television sets either
Speaking of which, I need to go to the city now-ish.
