Vivien ♀ Twenty one (21) English Literature Major ✎ A Gleek ♬ I love you like a love song

Yeah I should have seen this coming, but then again it was like three in the morning so you can't blame me for forgetting mention that I went for the stargazing thing because it was part of a module. I was going to go alone but Judy decided to join me since we had dinner together and she felt like going stargazing. Too bad there were only 3 telescopes and a helluva line of people waiting their turn, so in the end we went to chill at Clementi instead.

It was a non-event, but I had a great time just talking cock with Jude. Oh then I went to the airport to send Boss Koh off.

So there.

I got home at 11.30 and wanted to start on the programming tutorial. By the time I finished bathing it was almost midnight and I started using the internet. Now it's almost 3 and I haven't done a single thing. O:

Choir is killing me. But for some weird reason I don't suffer from overwhelming impulses to skip practices anymore. Maybe it's because of my timetable. On Monday I end at 8 so I miss half of the practice, but since it's already 8 I might as well go for another hour and a half. On Thursdays I have a lecture from 4 to 6 by one of my favourite literature lecturers, so I guess that's okay because choir starts at 6.30 and that's one lecture I won't skip.

But it still doesn't explain the Saturday practices anomaly; usually I'd be the first one to give an excuse (my aunt's giving birth!/it's my Grandfather's birthday!) but somehow Ive conned my brain into waking up at 7 and travelling all the way to that godforsaken land to sing for three hours. Am I dedicated or what?

Stargazing tomorrow. Well. I should sleep, recently I've been sleeping at two/three in the morning and I'm having a pimple outbreak! O: This cannot do. Okay, good night.

After 80 pages of 9Gagging (>__> whatever the verb is) I finally reached where I stopped the last time. Stop visiting the site for a few days...

I've got an axe to grind/a bone to pick with NUS. Next Wednesday's CNY Eve, when families are supposed to have their reunion dinners. Does NUS give us a free day? Noooooo. I have a tutorial from 5 to 6. The only other lesson is a lecture from 10 to noon. I have 5 flipping hours to kill. I'll be home late for reunion dinner, because it takes 2 hours to get home during the peak hours. Plus I don't think my father would want to fetch me home from NUS because I'm just an annoying kid. O:

On the bright side, I'm planning to bring my laptop to stream and watch a movie and maybe a few episodes of The Big Bang Theory on the interwebs. Silver lining, eh?

I'm not in a very good mood though. Between my general lack of life, school work and everything that is wrong with the world, I'm really not feeling the chill/content vibe much. You know what I hate? I hate people who make the "tch/tsk" tongue clicking sound (I don't know what's the onomatopoeia) when they're annoyed by something. It's okay when you do it when you're alone, do it once, or do it in jest. It's not okay - it's fucking annoying - when you do it in succession and/or because you're trying to express annoyance at someone/something. It's horribly grating to the ears.

Just a grievance.

Recently I haven't been in too many classes when I can keep to myself. I'm taking CS1010 with Phua, sitting with a friend I made in French class during French lectures, attending 12 people-ish French tutorials which are also attended by people I know by sight/name from French 1, going for a literature tutorial which only has 11 people in an extremely claustrophobic setting, and sitting with an ex-colleague (The Company) in said literature lecture.

Which leaves me with CS tutorial, another literature lecture/tutorial and the entire GEM module which I can enjoy solitude in. I'm not such a loner; it's nice to have people to talk to (if you know and like the person) in lessons, sometimes. But the literature module I'm taking with said ex-colleague is pretty awkward, because I don't have anything to say to him after the initial "what modules are you taking this sem?", "have you finished reading the text?" (plus utter disbelieve and burning shame when you realise he has and you haven't even started on it) questions. Talking about work is also out of the question since that was last year and when I started work it was already his last week (and on his last day he couldn't finish the article and passed it on to me) so I don't actually know him. But you know how once you know someone by name and have spoken to said person more than once you're somehow obliged to acknowledge his or her existence in a class? It's like some social contract but it's so awkward painful. But it's like if you stop sitting with said person in a class of less than 50 people where you both don't know anyone else it leaves things even more awkward.

Time for socially awkward penguin!


Reminds me of how Soke May didn't correct her tutor when he called her "Sokey May".


I read online that all it takes is a 4 second lull in conversation to feel awkward.


Yeah if you're just talking to an acquaintance you'll soon realise most of what you're saying is small talk and inconsequential.


I hate it when that happens!


Is it bad that I think I look cool and aloof when I do that? I like it when people think I'm unapproachable, because I don't like dealing with people. D:

I need to sleep. Good night!

Oh today my SL asked me if I had any interest in being next semester's SL. She was trying to do it in a subtle way, at first asking me if I was okay with the pieces, then saying, "Oh, you have music background?" and then getting into the main topic.

But I'm only a Grade 5 piano student! I cannot sight-read to save my life (even if faced with musically inclined zombies) and I haven't played real piano in 6 years. I would die. So naturally I tried to decline without showing too much disinterest (I mean some small part of me really wouldn't have minded, but that's the part of me which thinks I still have significant piano skillz) by pointing out my inferior music skillz.

I think it's rather sad when this blog turns into a mere log of things that happen in my life without funny (uhuh, you keep dreaming) commentary from yours truly, so here's a funny picture to keep you less bored!

I couldn't find a funny picture in my collection of internets-stolen pictures so you'd have to settle for a random one of turtles with laser-beams. Hey, it's a picture of turtles with laser-beams! You have to admit that's not too bad.

Okay, good night!

Last night, I had my second Zombie Apocalypse (capital letters for dramatic effect) nightmare. I don't know about you, but an apocalypse caused by an outbreak of zombieism ranks really high on the "worst ways to die" list. If there's going to a an "end of the world" sorta thing I'd rather it be something less monstrous and bloody, like solar flares.

I need to start on A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man soon, if not I would be drowning in all the backlogged readings and lectures (which I'm planning to skip) in no time. And Robinson Crusoe.

I don't know about you, but reading non-contemporary works can sometimes be pure torture. I tried reading RC (and fell asleep) and ended up pretty annoyed by the fact that the narrator capitalises words ever so often. Pretty much like how Some People Type like This? Yeah, annoying.

Penny: Has Leonard ever been involved with someone who wasn't a braniac?
Sheldon Cooper: Well, a few years ago, he did go out with a woman who had a Ph. D. in French literature.
Penny: How is that not a braniac?
Sheldon Cooper: Well, for one thing, she was French. For another, it was literature.

I like Sheldon; he's like the aggravating asocial geek I never knew.

Speaking of aggravating, my tagboard's getting spammed again. Why me? Is my blog some kind of spam haven? O:

What I do when my Internets is down:

Flip my laptop off.
Go to the modem and say, "FUCK YOU, BITCH."
Spam Chrome with 40 tabs of Google. This, of all, works the best.
Click "Diagnose and Repair", which never fucking works.
Click on "Done" on the 2Wire DSL error page.
Reboot the whole fucking thing.
Give up.

I fucking hate Singtel. It's gotten so bad that sometimes the modem switches itself off. Like, what the fuck? How does that even happen?

By the way, I'm skipping my first lecture tomorrow! It's the Understanding the Universe one, because I don't quite like the professor. There's something really grating about the way she pronounces words. And she didn't manage to hold my attention, not with her grating accent and mispronunciations. I mean, come on lady, you're teaching about The Universe! That's so fucking cool! How can you not hold my attention!? How come I'm drawing pictures of Pikachu on my foolscap paper when you could be making the lecture fascinating with all the fascinating awesomeness of space? HOW WHY WHAT WHO WHERE WHEN HUH? Seriously.

Oh, and also because that's my only lecture of tomorrow since tutorials haven't started. Plus choir practice on Saturday. I've got to ration my slack time, baby.

Yeah, I know you couldn't care less about my life, because I have none. I finished watching How I Met Your Mother online and am starting on The Big Bang Theory. Which is why I've been using the word "awesome" a lot lately, because Barney Stinston uses it really flippantly. Neil Patrick Harris is completely, uh, awesome. He's my gay crush. That sounded so wrong, but you know what I mean. Like if you're a man you have man crushes, and for girls you can have the hots for girls who will be your girl crushes. Speaking of man crushes, I recently downloaded I Love You, Man because I'm trying to con my mind into believing I still have time to slack. So far it's working, shh.

I'm really digging Bon Jovi recently. It's loud and in-your-face and so completely full of unbridled win, which is great for a pick me up when you're trying to wake up for school on the MRT.

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLIN' YOU GIVE LO-O-OVE A BAD NAME!

There will be Saturday practice starting from week 1, the first being 15th Jan.

Oh just fucking shoot me already.

Maybe there's a silver lining and I'd suffer from a cardiac arrest sometime this week, and I wouldn't have to go for subsequent choir practices. Or, or, I'd lose my ability to sing and they'd kick me out.

Can't wait for the concert to end. CORS is screwing with me again. Looks like I wouldn't be overloading this semester because I have no idea what other module to take. I don't have any lessons today, but guess what, there's choir practice!

I know it's not as bad as I make it out to be, but the thought of traveling all the way to blasted NUS makes me nauseous. And the thought of traveling all the way back makes me want to cry. No, kidding, crying's for wusses. It makes me want to smash something into pieces. Oh and don't even get me started on weekend practices. I have half a mind to say I've got some weekly tuition thing and lie my way out, but I can't carry such a huge lie off, so maybe I should get a weekly tuition thing on Saturday to get out of it. Hmm. Anyone needs a Saturday tutor?

I'd earn some money (which I desperately need) and get out of practice. How's that for ingenious? But I'm too lazy so it's just an idea on a blog.

Worst decision of 2010? Joining a CCA. If I wanted something to occupy my time, volunteering somewhere would have done the trick (and would help people too), but nooooo, I wanted to sing. Curse you, Glee!

My modules as of this afternoon:


Hopefully by the end of today I'd have French 2 in it.

Unfortunately I only got 2 literature modules this semester, which means my plan to catch up is horribly backfiring. I decided to overload this semester, but the problem is I've got no modules to take. What a joke.

It's sad that compared to the other majors, English literature has significantly less modules offered in a semester. Curse you, cruel fate!

I've decided to make a bucket list, to get into all that 2012 hype, y'know. Besides, I have a certain obsession with lists. They're neatly stacked words which fit in a category; you can't ever go wrong with lists.

I am too free, so Judy set me a challenge:


The "her" here refers to Soke May in her infamous Yunnan picture, which manages to get laughs after all these years. Not one to turn down a mission, I accepted it. And here's what I came up with:


Oh the Glory!

I did a couple of shops (actually, GIMPs) before I came up with this, but none have as much visual impact as it does. I must say, those Sec 2 Art lessons in Photoshop haven't been wasted.

Instead of going for the first choir practice of the year, I spent the whole of last night reading Pokémon Creepypasta on some Pokémon forum. Yes, I am degenerating into an Otaku, but you can call me on it because there's really nothing wrong with it. We don't all have to be outgoing people who like the company of others and be enthusiastic about travelling to school for activities. No siree.

So I read those creepypasta till 3am in the morning like the no-lifer I am. Life is overrated anyway. My first and only new year's resolution is to be happier with my choice of degeneration, and I choose indulging in Otaku pursuits. This resolution of course involves me not going all out to meet people and make new friends, because as I've already said, I have no interest in making random hi-bye acquaintances thank you very much. That's not to say I would resist making friends, I'll just not make any effort at all, like last semester.

I'm bored of 2011 already, so to create a semblance of freshness I downloaded the 2011 MSN Messenger, which adds a ton'o superfluous stuff. All I want is the ability to have more font colours, but apparently that's not a priority. Everything's got to be "social". Also, I removed the categories like "2A :)", "3H :\" and "5A :S", instead consolidating them into one Dunman High. See, new things!

Anyway back to the creepypasta thing; I got the creeps reading them last night, and I was hoping nothing would jump out at me in the dark while I went to turn the internet thingamajig off. What gave me the creeps was the fact that the Pokémon Banette is supposed to be a possessed, manic doll which is seeking the child who abandoned it. What the frak? And they had those Deviantart pictures depicting Banette and it's just way too scary to read at 1 in the morning, when things go bump and shuffle in the night.

Brr.

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