I hate the MRT. I think the seats should be made wider so that even thin people like me aren't squashed between two people. There is this guy who was asleep next to me and the rim of his cap kept digging into my shoulder. I'm not very touchy feely with strangers, so I really don't like the sensation of someone else's arm against mine (or even someone's head on my shoulder for that matter). I'd still make this rant even if that guy were cute, which he was most definately not. So. We should rally for bigger Mrt seats. If that wasn't bad enough, later on, these three women tried to squeeze into 2 seats. URGH. This is not the first time I've had this feeling I was being squashed on the MRT between two people. And I HATE it I tell you. HATE IT.
:: nimezs @ 4:40 pm [+] ::
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:: Friday, November 29, 2002 ::
I think it's day 4. Still got a slight cough, and a lowered sense of taste and smell. Thanks for your mouldy lozenges. That visit to the emergency ward really perked me up. Remind me to send you mouldy turkey next thanksgiving. Anyhow, I'm seriously bored and IRC has been devoid of good conversationalists these few days. Was talking on the phone with my friend's friend. The one I mentioned... oh....a few days ago. The one my attached friend was trying to hook me up with. There was this point of time he started yammering about how it was his (my friend) first love, how he (my friend) should treasure it and he (not my friend) told him so, and about how happy he (my friend) is, and how he really deserves it after all he's been through (blah, blah) and that he (not my friend) was so happy for him (my friend) and he's really a good guy and how if we all met up, we should try to make her (mf's gf) welcome (but she wouldn't want to be made to feel welcome, contradiction on his part.) Yawn. All the while I was thinking, Hello, is he (mf) not my friend too? As if I would do something to spoil his relationship? And I've known him longer than you. Sure, we may not be bunk mates but I've seen him through more bouts of insecurity than you have. You're telling me what I should do?
Geez. There was this point of time that I actually took the phone from my ear and rested it on my shoulder... 5 seconds later he was still talking. Urrgh. Why. The. Hell. Are. You. Telling. Me. This? It's so weird hearing that from a stranger. Well, gee, if you like talking about my friend, and how I should treat him (because I'm an insensitive lout, you know), YOU go and be his girlfriend. Not the best comeback I could think of, but it'll do under duress.
Yes, dear folks, I did actually get angry, don't know if he realised it, but my responses got shorter, and my laughter was forced. Mister, you don't tell me what I should do, or even what "we" should do, because there is no "we". Don't treat me like I'm a kid and I have no tact. Sure, you may be right, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't respect what I think, or my ability to do the right things. Unless you're so worried about hurting his relationship with his girlfriend, something that I wouldn't even dream of hurting, that you'd insult his friend's ability to be nice.
Honestly. I am beginning to like this guy less and less.
:: nimezs @ 12:39 am [+] ::
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:: Thursday, November 28, 2002 ::
Miracles of miracles! My nose is no longer runny, or blocked! Yay! Maybe tomorrow, I shall finally venture outside the house.
:: nimezs @ 1:44 am [+] ::
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Well well well. Day 3 of the battle against the flu virus. Yep, the enemy's identity is revealed. *pulls out more tissue papers*
Been sitting around all day on my butt. I need to get out more. Hmmm. Maybe I should start asking random friends out. "Hey you! Yeah, you whose name I can't remember. Want to go out and catch a movie?"
God knows I haven't been out on a properly enjoyable outing since... since the energy draining paper test they call exams. I want to go out... I want to go out, and what's more, actually have fun. I never plan anything, of course, but that's me, ever the follower. Where can I find someone to arrange things for me, and then carry them plans out?
"It would be nice if I could go cycling on Saturday. Decide on where and the time, won't you, my dear, and pick me up at Tampines."
Haha. What a great way to chase off people. *rereads what she's just written* I'm crapping. Heck.
Stupidest episode of PCK aired today. I think the storyline was very lame, and quite pointless. The ending was too predictable. Well, it was funny, but it got kind of tiresome towards the end.
:: nimezs @ 1:04 am [+] ::
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*cough* *cough* *hack*
The sore throat has turned into a cough. I can't sleep. Slept in the afternoon. My hands and feet and cold. I want to curl up in someone's lap and suck my thumb. =(
I hope I don't start burning up too.
:: nimezs @ 12:37 am [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, November 26, 2002 ::
I'm getting dizzy. I think I'm going to lie down.
:: nimezs @ 12:49 pm [+] ::
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Things have definately taken a turn for the worse in the battlefield that is my body. It hurts when I swallow... My nose is running again, and I'm spitting flem every ten minutes. The medicine is making me feel nauseous and I want to go back to bed. Stayed up late last night online because I couldn't tear myself away, and I think perhaps should get more sleep. Worse, the weather is cloudy and rain seems to be threatening to appear. Great for sleeping in, I know, but this kind of weather just makes me feel cold and sicker.
:: nimezs @ 12:33 pm [+] ::
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My sore throat as spread. Now it's more at the center of my throat then the side. Argh. Visited the toilet... Saw a few squirmy things that looked suspiciously like baby millipedes. I guess this means my brother won't be using any of the toilets in the house anymore. Hee.
:: nimezs @ 2:54 am [+] ::
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Sorry about the fact i've not been posting much here, (as if you really cared). Anyhow, it's been an interesting few days. Well, let's see. A friend got himself attached, which was kind of unexpected, because i never had any indication of it happening. And yes, let's face it, I suffered a pang of jealousy that he was so happy now. Pity that it hasn't happened to me. I do wish I had someone to go biking with, to fly kites with, to walk around with when there's nothing better to do. Heh.
And also, I got a new phone. A Nokia 6510. Unfortunately, the phone comes bereft of my long-time collected numbers and what-not, and lacks the compose function which I really liked because it personalised my phone. So, if you're out there, and you're reading my blog, do send me your phone number so I'll know who's calling at least.
Right now I feel a bit sick. My throat's slightly sore, but at least my nose isn't stuffed up anymore. Someone said I wasn't blogging too much recently (shout-out to Mr "John Cage"). Well these days I've been playing d2, though not at all today, since I went out with some friends; shopping and dinner. Came home, logged on IRC to look for the people I love talking to. There was this period of time when my motivation to come online was this guy... and heh... well, it still is, only that it's different ; people this time round.
Well, people, you know... that I think are quite worth knowing, and chatting to, because they're nice / pleasant / good-looking / fantastic in bed (ok, kidding about that) / fun to banter with. Doesn't hurt to open up your social circle and get to know more potential dat.... I mean friends.
Must say I'm in a relatively good mood today.
Oh yeah, forgot one thing. My recently attached friend was also trying to hook me up with one of his bunk mates... and initially, i was quite irritated with his frequent smsing and his seeming lack of originality in messages. Have talked to him a little, and I think he's alright. Doesn't set my heart racing, of course, but that's ridiculous, considering I've known him for all of 72 hours. heck.
:: nimezs @ 1:01 am [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, November 20, 2002 ::
I was quite pissed today, despite the fact it was the LAST day of my exams. Something unfortunate happened.
As I'm writing this, I'm not in a good mood because I'm tired, it's hot and I feel shitty. I don't know where my handphone has disappeared to, so I'm upset and worried and my coping mechanism for this is to be bitchy and write about it. When people pass by me, I make unpleasant remarks in my head like "You so look like an auntie." and "That's right, cut in front of me. What a gentleman you are." and "That is f-ugliest shirt I ever saw!"... I get mean, I get grouchy.
But I suppose it's not as weird as my coping mechanism for fear because when I'm very scared I have this strange tendency to want to laugh.
I could barely suppress my laughter this morning. It would have been very unwise to suddenly start laughing in the middle of the crowd, so I tried to keep my mouth shut.
Yes, it could also be due to the fact that this was my last paper.
Anyway, I'm kinda resigned to the fact my phone is missing. I mean, yes, it upsets me, we've been through so much together, but oh well, it happens. I'll get a new phone. Maybe some nice person will find it and return it to me if it's really missing. Or if it's stolen I hope that jerk who took it breaks his leg. If that's the worst curse I can come up with, I really need help. I hope that jerk who took it has his f-ing hand cut off and his legs broken. How's that?
The rest of the day got worse because I was in some kind of stupid daze and got on the wrong transport vehicle, not once, but twice! I took 151 to god-knows-where (Dunearn Rd I think) and got onto 171 which dropped me off at the Newton station. You think that's all? No. I got onto the North-bound train and reached BRADDELL before I realised I was on the wrong train. Right. Only that the Braddell station has the really weird layout and you can only see one line at the waiting area. IOW I panicked for a while before I exited that side of the station to realise that the two sides of the station were seperated. I am so angry. SO ANGRY.
And the horror of the exam! Do they expect us to write 12 pages in 2 hours?! YES, APPARENTLY BECAUSE THEY SAID NOT MORE THAN 6 PAGES PER TOPIC! Which means they actually thought I could exceeed the 12 page limit. ME? 12 pages in 2 hours?! ME WHO ONLY WROTE 6 PAGES FOR MY LIT EXAM?! And the examination room was so damned cold, and they took their own sweet time collecting the scripts while my fingers were getting frost bite. GRRRRR.
ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH.
LIFE SUCKS! (or at least life today did.)
I really got to the point that I wished this day never happened. Yes, really.
:: nimezs @ 10:35 pm [+] ::
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:: Friday, November 08, 2002 ::
Something wrong with my email address listed here, I can't access it. If the password error page persists, and is not a result of some server thingy problem as my friend suggests, then I shall assume the worst and say that someone probably hacked into my account, although i think that would be very much pointless. The password wasn't very difficult to guess though, so erm. whatever. This will probably be my last blog before the exams start, so, seeya guys around. If any, at all. =)
:: nimezs @ 1:34 am [+] ::
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:: Friday, November 01, 2002 ::
One whole month of blogs is rather short. Hmm. It appears that not much happens in my life over the course of a month! Am I that boring?
:: nimezs @ 7:31 pm [+] ::
Imagine you can almost hear the waves breaking....
:: nimezs @ 2:09 am [+] ::
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This will be my last post about an essay. I promise! heh. Anyway. My last essay is due on Saturday. I haven't done it yet. The distraction of D2 is too great. Yes, folks, I'm into Diablo 2. It's all my brother's fault.
:: nimezs @ 2:06 am [+] ::
