Your school has a boy commiting suicide hor? The other day while taking the lift down, I met this Indian neighbour whom I have never seen before. Her (smiling): “Girl, going to work?” Me (thinking: I LOOK SO OLD MEH???? *glances down at the laptop in my hand and concluded it’s the laptop that made me look old*): “No, going to school..” (even managed a meek smile though I felt a little insulted for looking like a working adult.) Her: “Oh, which school?” Me: “NTU..” Her: “Ah. Your school has a boy commiting suicide that day ar?” =______= Me: “Erm, my uni, but not my school. There are alot of different schools in the uni.” And thank goodness the lift reached the ground floor before there can be more exchanges between the both of us. I swear, the whole world is gonna think of a boy commiting suicide the moment someone mentions NTU. =XXX Mad weather The weather recently has been going a little crazy. It would be super sunny in the early morning before starting to pour like crazy in the afternoon. And today, it got so freaking sunny as I was walking out that I seriously thought that I would melt into a puddle of OLLie juice. Am currently obsessed with the korean Meteor Garden aka Boys Over Flowers which has the cutest korean guys ever. I would be screaming at E over the net that they are so freaking cute. *drools* Another obsession is the korean variety We Got Married which makes my insides go all warm and fuzzy, and choking back my laughters as I’m forever watching them in the lab/office/late night at home. Sigh. I’m seriously deprived of excitement in my life such that I turn to these for some colours in my boring life of reading journals/doing experiments and analysis every single bloody day. How to date me I was doing all the personality tests on quizbox.com when I got a little crazy with the “Give me more”s. If you are dating an Aquarius female, arrive in your restored classic. Wear a funky hat and clothes that shouldn’t go together, but somehow do. Take her to an out of the way coffee house, featuring jazz. Feel free to discuss anything and everything. She is an intelligent listener, and will have some bizarre insight of her own. You’ll never truly understand her, so bring a tape recorder so you can sort it out later. Aquarius women are unusual, not necessarily hippies, but aware of the entire globe. She won’t be ready to jump in the sack on the first date, she has to get to know you. Be fascinating, tell her that you are going to Spain to run with the bulls. Explain your philosophy on combining chemicals to combat radiation. Tell her about your thesis which was published in the “International Who Dunnit Magazine”. Don’t tell her you are in love with her too soon. You will know when she has taken a strong liking to you. That is when your Aquarius female will invite you to her abode. Then you will see the real Aquarius female. There will be many unusual pictures and books. There is a story connected to all of her belongings. When your Aquarius female commits to you, she will not necessarily be ready for marriage. That is just her way of saying she likes you. You must have like minds, or there will be no future Mrs. Anybody. This is just so HAHAHA. Freaking true at the portions where I bold, which is like more than half of the whole text. Especially the part where “Don’t tell her you are in love with her too soon.“. I’ll just freak and run at the earliest opportunity. And I’m interested in all interesting and exotic things. Sameness bores the hell outta me. I cant sit still and do the same thing over and over again. Another thing is that I’m not too focused on the teeny weeny little details. Tiny little details just murders me slowly. Ah. The things I do when I’m bored at lab. Besides watching “We Got Married” and coughing back my laughter for fear of the opp lab thinking that I’m slacking at lab. I’m just having some waiting time, you know? =DD My life has no life My life has no life to the extent that I seem to be finding the emotional highs and lows from Korean dramas. Like WTH man. I laugh when they characters do something dumb. I cry when the story gets sad. I emo when they emo. Seriously, I need to get a life man. And that doesnt include sitting in front of the comp doing analysis after analysis, looking at numbers all day long, typing formulae etc in order to get a beautiful graph. Ah. I foresee that in the 3 months to come, there’s gonna be more posts on having no life/I’m stressed/I’m emo’ing ’cause I don’t seem to get the correct results from my experiments. No life right? On another note, I’m kinda freaked out while walking to school this morning as I kept thinking of the voice that I heard in the lift. So I stuffed the earphones into my ears and blast the latest Boy Over Flowers OST, telling myself “No, there’s nothing.. There’s nothing..” – I’m staying in lab till 11pm tonight. Wish me lucks. Ah. New themes Ah. New themes are available now. I can finally change the blog template. Brand new look. =DD On a different note, I suspect that my school is haunted. Heard a girl’s voice in the lift just now as the doors were about to close, and there wasnt anyone around! Utterly freaky. And no, I’m not talking about the suicide case in NTU today. Anyway, what I have always believed in came true: that the only place in the world whereby one can commit suicide at Basement 1 is in NTU. I’m located on the 3rd level, but I’m 7 storeys away from the ground level (Basement 4). Meaning if I were to jump outta my lab window after getting stressed out by my FYP, I would end up dead too. Ah. I’m so totally random today, and I blame it on the mind that is going awandering. Sigh. FYP is a lonely thing Doing FYP is such a lonely thing, really. There’s no one to accompany me in this long lonely race against time, against my experiments, and everything else. And there’s nothing that anyone can do to help besides telling me to JIAYOU! I have been hearing so many jiayous, and telling so many people to jiayou that I’m starting to feel helpless. I cant do anything to help, and nobody can help me. *emo* Marathon’ing nose I blame the marathon that my nose has been running on the thought that struck me yest: “Eh? Recently I have been very healthy ar? Don’t even need to eat my flu med for quite some time already!” And BAM! I came down with a nose that ran and ran non-stop. As if it was those Kenyan runners running in a marathon. Imagine having to pipette drugs into my experiments when I’m all gloved up. I had to snatch my gloves off in one swift motion to grab a tissue halfway through my pipetting, which was rather stressful on my s-eh mind. I don’t wanna fall sick!! I don’t have enough time for my FYP as it is!! *sniffs* I cant stand it. After posting up pictures of the rats that I use for my experiments, I received comments that I’m so cruel, so evil etc etc for using rats in my experiments. Usually I brush it off without a thought, but the cruel comments are coming at a faster rate  than I can brush them off. And the final straw was when someone asked where to get those rats so that she can set it free. Like what the hell man. Seriously, sometimes I find the animals lovers a tad annoying. Not that I abuse animals, kick those kittens at void decks or whatever. But seriously la. Come on man. What I’m doing is for SCIENCE. I’m not doing it for fun. I don’t wanna be greeted as a rat killer, or have people saying I’m cruel every other day. I don’t get why those animal lovers wanna put a stop to all these animal testings. If we don’t test the drugs on animals, what do we test it on? On grass huh? Then we would have all those environmentalist coming after us, saying we are harming the environment and what’s not. And where do they think the medicine came from? Drop down directly from the skies? The medicine for heart diseases, skin diseases, and every single disease in the world? If we don’t test it on animals, then shall we use humans for testings instead? So that all the poor little animals shall be spared from all these cruelty? Yeah, then those ethics people would come after us. So what’s the best solution? Stop all testings right? So that we would never get any cure for heart diseases, which by the way, is one of the top killers in the world. And no AIDS cure. And no bird flu cure. So all discoveries would come to a halt. And all doctors can just go eat air alright? And what’s up with buying the white rats for labs to release them into the wild? Firstly, the white rats reproduce so damn freaking fast that no number bought to be set free in the wild would even make a difference la. And secondly, they would bloody hell cause a pest problem. Creating a new addition to the food chain with no predators to control their numbers. Like what the hell are those people thinking? I don’t get all those buy a tortoise to set free in the wild or buy whatever to set free in the wild things. Have they ever thought that whatever they bought were bred in large numbers, and have never been exposed to the wild? They would freaking hell die when left to fend for themselves for goodness sake. The more I type, the more annoyed I get. ARGH ARGH ARGH. And stop calling me a rat killer! Bloody freaking hell. ARGH. The Nine Signs of a (female) Scientist 1. She stops doing all her manicure and pedicures. ’cause her hands are buried under gloves all day, and her feet are all covered up in covered shoes. No one would be able to appreciate how pretty her nails are except for the insides of the gloves and shoes, and she decided that “Screw manis and pedis!” 2. She stops wearing contact lens to lab, and goes back to donning her geeky glasses. For one, those glasses provide her eyes with protection against the chemicals that she deals with all day long. And wearing contacts for 16hours at one go is really depriving her eyes of the necessary oxygen. 3. Her bag always has a ready supply of moisturizer and lip balm. Seriously, nothing is quite as dry as staying in lab for at least 12hours daily. 4. She gets really happy when she’s able to leave for home at 7+pm instead of the usual 10+pm. Little joy in life, you know? 5. She can sing along to all the songs that are being played on 987FM, and even recite the ads that are played every haf an hour. Her most hated ad is the “TODAY” ad, and her fav jingle is the one that is played right before the Shan and Ros show. Oh, and she listens to 5 different shows daily: AM Mayhem, Desiree Lai, Ryan Seacrest, Shan and Ros, and Muttons to Midnight. And has decided that the song that the station is trying to promote is “Reach Out” by Hilary Duff ’cause it’s played at least 5 to 6 times a day. 6. Despite the fact that she has gotten so sick of all the English songs, she finds her lab weird when the radio’s turned off. Her voice is too loud, her rapid typing on the laptop seems too jarring, and the whirring of her water pump sounds lonely. 7. She’s online practically everytime you sign in to MSN, but her responses are uber slow at times, and really fast at other times. Her slow response means that she’s most probably mixing some drugs, diluting the drugs to the right concentration, adding drugs to her rat arteries, or cleaning her rat arteries. On the other hand, her fast response means that she is waiting for her rat arteries to stabilize. 8. She nurses a sore right wrist and thumb from all the pipetting that she does a day. *pain* 8.  Her day usually ends with her going home looking like a zombie that hasnt drank blood for months, showering, and fainting onto her bed with a loud thud, not waking up till the alarm shocks the daylights outta her the next morning. =XX 3 years old! My dearest bloggy 3 years old! Happy birthday bloggy! Though I havent been updating as frequently as before, and I havent been thinking of you that much recently, I still love you ya. HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY! – It’s been increasingly difficult to blog  here while I do my project as there’s always someone beside me, sneaking looks over while thinking that I’m not looking and yet claim extremely loudly that she’s not looking at my screen. Exasperating really. On another note, D and E made me drink so much the other day that I merlioned. Not so much of E really, but more of D. Goodness, I hate the feeling of extreme sleepiness and yet being kept awake to drink more. But it’s alright, I got back at D by tickling/poking/scratching/disturbing/waking him up after only 3hours. *evil laughters* Please support me? Actually the reason for my disappearance is due to this: Aurora Miracles Am setting up a blogshop with X just to earn a little pocket money. So please support k? Hee. CNY 2009 I started off my CNY with a limp. Or rather, a sprain, a blue black, and a scraped knee. By falling off my dad’s MPV while climbing outta the car. And to think the FengShui guy on TV on the eve of CNY said that the ones with the zodiac of Ox gotta take care of their health, especially so for the limbs. And I was thinking to myself: “Limbs? Ah. Whatever.” And it came true within a day!!!!!!!! =((( No heels sia. And more scars to my already scarred legs. Sigh. But this CNY has been good. As I celebrated my birthday together with the CNY eve, I received more ang paos than usual as a birthday present. And I camwhored LOADS. With a DSLR no less. Ho ho ho. May this CNY be a good one for everyone. =)) And I love the date today. *winks* Random thoughts I have been having weird random thoughts recently: 1. I don’t think my childhood ideal of getting married at 24 is gonna come true at the rate that I’m growing old. I’m turning 23 in 4 freaking days and I’m no closer to getting hitched. =XX 2. Whether the driver of the lorry which was smashed in the accident a week back on KJE is alright. And how the family is doing. 3. Why is it so hard to find true love in this time and age? How come people in my parents and grandparents’ generation don’t get divorced, whereas divorce can be used as a threat so easily in arguments nowadays? 4. I need more vegetables and fruits in my diet. I wanna shit normally. 5. Why is CNY zooming in so quickly this year? I only managed to get new clothes just yesterday after resigning myself to not having any new clothes this year. 6. Seeing how my granddad has fallen ill just 2 nights ago, makes me wanna run over to my grandparents place to help out. Yet my family needs me too. How I wish I can split myself into two like an amoeba. 7. I wanna shit normally. =(( 8. I cant find my handphone’s stylus, and it’s killing me to feel the hole where the stylus used to reside whenever I use my phone now. 9. Driving on the roads is kinda freaky. One moment you are perfectly fine, and the next moment, you might be stuck underneath the whole debris, losing an arm/leg/eye/organ. =XX 10. I think I’m thinking too much depressing thoughts. It’s gonna be CNY soon! And I ought to be happier! CNY! Happy! CNY!! Happy!! 11. I want my bak kwa…….. 12. And ferrero rocher (how to spell the rocher huh?!?!)….. 13. And more ferrero rocher… 14. And pistachios. 15. And gingko nut soup lovingly prepared by my Daddy. =DD 16. And my manicure looks uber chio. I think I’m going nuts. HAHA. Happy Chinese New Year everyone!! *HUGS HUGS HUGS* Short Hair Remember how I went to chop off my locks a year ago? I have my long locks back yesterday! It’s no miracle. Just spend 150bucks, and everyone can get long hair too. Now I’ve freaking long hair, which feels utterly weird against me. It gets stuck under my bag straps, gets caught in the zip of my bag, feels erm.. strange against my body especially when washing it. I have not decided whether it’s cool to have someone else’s hair attached to mine, or disgusting to feel them while they are wet and against my back. And the most upsetting thing is when I got home, flips my hair excitedly into the hair aka Pantene commercial,  only to have my sister saying this: “Omgawd.. You look like a witch.” =.= Thanks ar. I spent 150bucks, and she called me a freaking witc, which I decided to ignore, to prim myself in the mirror happily. *flicks my long hair with a vengeance* Constipation I think constipation’s such a freaky thing. On one hand, you are adding more food into your stomach, which are eventually gonna turn into nutrients for your body, and then those that are useless are gonna be turned into shit. On the other hand, you arent shitting all those shit out, which means there are gonna be an accumulation of the shit in your large intestines, which I hope wouldnt get so filled with shit that the shit reaches the small intestines, and eventually, your stomach. Like omgosh, the food that are gonna be digested in your stomach is gonna be mixed with the shit that have stuffed all your intestines full?? *eyes open BIG BIG* Oh, and when I say “you”, I mean me instead. Ahhhh.. I need more vegetables and fruits. The things I do at lab As I’m doing my final year project in the lab every day, with nothing else to entertain me besides the internet and radio, I have learnt to: 1. Sing all the songs being played on 987fm. Without knowing the titles. =X 2. Muliti-task - Aka, add some drug, pop by MSN to chat a few lines, go back and cut some arteries, wash the wells next, click something in Facebook, and the list goes on. 3. Change the screens really quickly from Facebook to the desktop whenever someone comes in behind me. 4. Bear with the urge to pee/shit/drink water while in the middle of an experiment. 5. Same thing goes for hunger. You know how you feel so hungry that you don’t feel hungry anymore? For me, I was so bloody freaking hungry till I wasnt hungry, and then I got so damn bloody freaking hungry again, which was way worse than the first pang of hunger, and I still couldnt get away to grab something to eat, and then I got full again. Yeah. I’m so sorry you had to read the previous paragraph that didnt make much sense. =D Wrong idea Hmmm.. I think people are starting to get the wrong idea about what I wrote in the previous post, Maybe the novelty of blogging has worn off. Maybe the excitement of being involved in the blogosphere doesnt appeal to me anymore. Maybe I’m just tired of all the blogs that have commercialised, and could no longer find good blogs to read anymore. And it seems that friends that I have gotten to know through blogging think that I do not wanna keep in contact with them anymore. The truth is totally far from that. I’m grateful to Jaywalk for helping me get aclimatised to the blogging scene back then, introducing so many bloggers to me, AKK, Winter, Jaschocolate, Aloeve, to name a few. And I’m glad to have known good friends like Addict, ZheBin, and Kampongbabe. There’s so many others that I have gotten to known along the way, we werent exactly close, but they have made my stay in the blogosphere a good one. You know who you are. =)) I do wanna keep in contact k? Don’t disappear on me! And lastly, I think I’m coming back here to blog. And I hope this time round, it wouldnt be all depressing matters anymore. =) Long Absence Ah. I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the long absence, but I’m not. I think I was getting tired of having a split personality. Being happy/cheerful/crazy in person, while ranting like a bitch on my blog. Even GSM commented that it seems like I have a split personality disorder. The past 2 months have been good.  I studied my ass off, finished my exams, went for 2 short hols, one of which extended from a 5 days hols to a 9days hols by getting stuck in Thailand, only getting out via the military airbase that was a nightmare. And I didnt have the urge to blog here, though there were loads of stuff happening in my life. Maybe it’s the lack of things that I wanna hide from people (i.e. No current crushes), maybe too many people knows about this blog that I cant blog anything and everything anymore, maybe I have gotten to a comfortable stage that I can bitch about whatever I wanna bitch about in reality and thus there’s no need for me to bitch about it here anymore. Maybe the novelty of blogging has worn off. Maybe the excitement of being involved in the blogosphere doesnt appeal to me anymore. Maybe I’m just tired of all the blogs that have commercialised, and could no longer find good blogs to read anymore. Maybe it’s because I can no longer look at something, and think “Oh my, I must blog about this later!”, or look at something happening and start forming the words for a blog post in my mind. Maybe the addiction to blogging has worn off, and I don’t live my life around my blog anymore. It was only when ZheBin mentioned that he do miss blogging that it struck me that I do miss blogging here. I miss typing furiously at my lappy to let all my rants out. And most importantly, I’m reluctant to just close this blog down when it contains so many memories. And so, I’m just leaving things as they are, till I find the blogging spirit back in me. Till then, my dears. =) Last Scandal OMFGOSH. My korean actress just died! The korean show that I was watching last week, Last Scandal,  which was so hilarious yet sad, and so damn romantic, the korean actress Choi Jin Shil just commited suidice. News can be found here. OMGOSH. I’m like so upset but nobody seems to be able to share my grief. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. Bawling my eyes out I just spent the morning of Hari Raya bawling my eyes out. Over a book, that is. So I essentially snuggled on my bed reading Dorothy’s Koomson’s My Best Friend’s Girl for the whole of today, listening to my all time comfort/feel-good Carpenters songs. With swollen eyes, I felt much better in days, surprisingly. Now I’m feeling all the guilt for not reading up all the science journals that are gonna be discussed tomorrow for tutorial, and not reading up another journal for an assignment discussion slated for next week (I hope), and basically spending my rare public holiday just reading. Actually, I get my Wednesdays off. It’s just that the presence of my parents made it feel like a holiday, a day for relaxation, a day like.. Sunday. But I’m feeling emotionally better, so who cares. Actually I care, ’cause I’m the only one that is gonna have to read up all those readings, and complete revision in time for the exams. Oh freak. Phobia I’m at a point whereby I feel like hurdling myself through the windows. Or screaming till all the windows shatter. Or just simply killing myself. I’ve gotten scared of going to school. I’ve a phobia of looking at my phone for fear of smses asking “Where’s the assignment?”, “Meet tomorrow at 9 for discussion!”, “Send me by tonight..”. Not even the A2 I gotten for my O levels Chinese had ever made me feel this way. And trust me, I felt so damn upset back then when everybody else gotten an A1 and I had an A2, and was thinking it’s the end of the world. As compared to now, that was such a childish thought. Now, I close my eyes and I think of the datelines, why cant I find something decent? Omgosh, I have this this this undone. I need to complete that by tonight ’cause there’s a discussion tomorrow! Repeat all these thoughts to whenever I walk, sleep, eat, shit, everything. Save for the period of time when I’m listening to lectures that is. The korean show I watched a week back felt like a century ago. And I just feel like screaming. Korean drama theory It’s been 11 days since I last updated. Like duhz. Ha. Am contemplating on the closure of this blog, since there’s nothing to be blogged about at the moment. It’s been all assignments, datelines, tests, and the mad rush to complete them all. Of course, the past week was spent watching korean drama, then feeling the immense guilt in not doing any work at all. Or the attempt to do work, but was distracted by the korean drama temptations. It wasnt all wasted though. I came up with this fabulous theory: The reason why there is a decline in number of marriages, which inevitably led to a decline in birth rates, that would lead to an increase in burden of the working population due to the ageing population and yada yada yada is due to…. Are you ready for it? Yep. Korean dramas. Or rather, drama serials in general. But korean drama serials play a huge part in this. Why? Simply the fact that it is mostly watched by females, whereas males seldom watch all those sappy, romantic comedy drama serials. So, all the females that watch these serials would have a different expectation of the ideal guy. Someone that is along the lines of being hot, hunky, super nice, heroic, likes irritating the female lead but loves her with all his heart, kisses well, and when he hugs the female lead, he engulfs her in an embrace on the account that he’s super tall and muscular and she being petite and skinny. What a long sentence. But anyhow, these females would have a higher expectation of their male counterparts in reality, but the males would be oblivious to their expectations as they don’t watch the drama serials. So this leads to the females and males having a different level in expectation and what they feel they are expectated to be respectively. Oh, and the females don’t realize that the percentage of males that are 180cm and above? I believe it’s lesser than 10% in the population in Singapore. So I derive this conclusion: Korean drama = High expectations by females = Bewildered Males that don’t know what they are supposed to do = Fewer couples getting married = Sliding birth rates = Increased burden in the long run. Of course, we were all taught to not give problems, but to come up with solutions to every problem. So, I come up with this brilliant solution: Make all guys watch korean/japanese/taiwanese drama serials. Brilliant. No? =D Protected: Anti Social This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: Stress These few days havent been kind on me. I was blindly reading my science journals, one after another, and another, and another. Waking up every morning at 7am just so that I can reach school for the morning discussions about this assignment, that assignment, that presentation. Coming home drained, read more journals, sleep early, and the cycle continues. I was like a walking zombie. A zombie that reads journals at school, at home, on the bus. Oh, and that’s all to the places that I have been to for the past few weeks. I felt so lifeless that one fine day, I suddenly wondered what the hell have I been doing for the past few weeks that had been filled with reading journals. I snapped outta the zombified reading journal state and thought of getting my life back by doing something that doesnt consist of reading journals. And so I went to my teenhood haven: the library. Grabbed 2 novels, devoured one within a few hours, and felt instantly better. I think I’m a geek. Sacrificial Lamb password Msn/sms/email me for the password. Protected: Sacrificial Lamb This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: Daddy making me cry My daddy just made me cry yesterday by suddenly asking me this: “If I’m no longer around, will you miss me?” There I was, at 7 in the morning, with a groggy mind, rendered speechless at this sudden question. Without waiting for my reply, he continued. “I know you would miss me. Just don’t miss me too much ok? Don’t be too sad.” Hearing this, tears just started rolling down my face. Even typing this out can cause the exact same effect. ’cause I cant imagine my life without my daddy. I cant imagine not being able to flop down on the bed beside him while he’s watching the tv, asking for massage. I cant imagine not being able to make him laugh, piss him off, have long intelligent chats about everything ranging from politics to religion to family matters. For the whole of yesterday while he was at work, I kept thinking what exactly made him say those words. Did a medical report come back with dismal results? Or did he have a premonition that something was gonna happen to him? It was only until the moment that I saw him after work again that I felt as if a load was lifted off me. So Daddy, please don’t ever say this kinda stuff again. Please don’t make me cry again. Accident and Smelly Guy Witnessing a post-accident rescue done by the Police, Civil Defence and ambulance guys the other day, it was the first time I found the Civil Defence guys to be so utterly hot in the way they rushed over to the victims, the way they helped in directing the traffic, and.. erm, just being in uniform. I never knew they could be so appealing ’cause of the boring navy blue uniform that they don. Tsk. While the people waiting for bus at once again, the 199 busstop, were transfixed at the efficiency of the Civil Defence guys in getting the injured guy out of the car with a smashed bonnet, I was busy covering my nose in an attempt to shield my precious nose from the mouldy smell that this guy was emitting from his jacket. You know, the kinda smell when once doesnt wash something for a damn long time? The mixture of sweat, mould and algae growing kinda smell? The smell that the wearer doesnt ever notice, but bystanders would be so disgusted by the smell they would siam far far away? Yeah, that kinda smell. Thank goodness I managed to squeeze up the bus, and he didnt. Or if he was trapped in front of/behind me, I would have so fainted from inhaling too much mould. Horrifying thought. Eyelashes dropping My eyelashes are dropping like crazy recently. Dropping as in shedding. And I already have like really little eyelashes. You know how some people can have lush thick long lashes? I can only achieve that if I were to put on fake lashies or put on tons of mascara, which I don’t. When I commented that “Oh man! I have been dropping eyelashes like crazy recently!” to AG, he replied “Is that a matter of concern?” so matter-of-factly that I stared at him in horror before bombarding him with how I’m not blessed with thick lashes and that if that keeps up, I’m gonna end up lashless! But anyhow, the most puzzling thing is that I have never been dropping lashes so crazily (crazily as in a few lashes a day), only the occassional one lash once every few months or so. I guess I can only conclude that someone’s missing me like crazy, after all, there’s this saying that says that if you drop a lash, it means that someone’s missing you. *taking comfort in a baseless hearsay* Flash Rain Tests, assignments, presentations, datelines! Datelines! Slamming me at an alarming rate. Never have I been so stressed during a school term if you don’t count mugging for the exams. Fewer modules, but more assignments! Presentation! Journal papers! Omgosh. Killing me slowly man. But anyway, I got so bored while listening to a journal presentation today that I decided to illustrate the bewildering thing that I encountered earlier in the day while rushing to school. While dozing on the bus, I woke up to see droplets of rain on the windows. Shocked, I looked at the sky which looked so blue with a few white clouds floating happily in the sky. Blue sky with a light drizzle. Then, the bus moved a few metres down. While outside Civil Defence, the rain got steadily heavier, progressing to normal kinda rain., with the skies turning greyer. I was still at the same stretch of Jalan Bahar. Then, I reached my busstop. It was pouring like crazy. Like it has been raining for the longest time ever, with a dark gloomy sky with tonnes of grey clouds. Felt darn sad that I had to use my umbrella, and sian ’cause I was wearing covered shoes instead of my usual birkies, which were gonna get wet. Reluctantly, I opened my umbrella. And was thinking whether I should share my umbrella with the poor guy who doesnt have any. Decided that I was feeling anti social, and started crossing the road. Was stuck on the island in between the 2 roads when I looked at the guy without the umbrella again, and felt immensely guilty for not sharing my umbrella with him. But feeling anti social again, I decided to ignore the guilt and concentrate on crossing my road.. .. before I finally reached the busstop all safe and sound with the exception of my shoes feeling a little wet. *started folding my umbrella to put into the plastic bag* (yeah, very auntie I know.) AND THAT’S WHEN THE STUPID RAIN STOPPED. It stopped pouring so quickly, reverting back to the blue sky and a few white clouds state, that anyone who arrived 2mins after I did wouldnt have any idea that it had been pouring if not for the wet road. I could even stand outside of the busstop. It was such a what the hell moment. p/s: Pics courtesy of my beloved pink Sony T20. =))