One more night and I'll be free from the threat of exams. Not that I'm feeling all that stressed from it, partly due to the fact that I know that I've passed the rat race that I had on Monday. Hurrah!

Had a scare the previous night from Sh when she said she saw smoke coming out of some house just up the street from mine. That, coupled with the fact that it seemed that no fire engine had been heard in the area had my heart working overtime. Most of the stuff that meant most to me from my childhood up to the time before I left home was poof just like that about three years ago. I'll be darn if the same thing happens to me a second time. Most of the things that mean anything to me are here right now (I said things, not people!). Not to say that I'm materialistic, but then photos of friends and a few little things from my friends back home are irreplaceable and they are just little pieces of evidence that I mean, or meant, something to other people, that I was alive prior to 2007, that they are reminders of the good ole times I had with people that I love. For a person whose memory just doesn't stretch very well beyond last week, it means the world. What is a person after all without a past? What's the difference from being just some other guy with really severe retrograde amnesia? In the end it turned out to be some house waaaay further up the street, the dilapitated one I think close to the end of the street. Whatever it is, from Sh's texts, three engines were there (probably came up Stuart Street then??) and pumping away to put it out. A rather badly timed fire, not that there's ever a good time to have one, but then it being this close to exams, hopefully they'll do alright then. Though it doesn't do much to change my view of Dud's student flats - crappy, old, and downright hazardous to health. Being in a good one wouldn't be all that safe either it seems, for if the one next to you burns, who's to say it's not gonna come lick at yours?? :S Then again, I'm slightly neurotic, and am the sort to toss and turn about in bed at night worrying about werewolves coming to eat my ten blue toes.

Plan to do some piano practice tomorrow in the afternoon, since the two lectures for ECC has been cancelled for my group. I wonder if there's any point to beating a dead horse here. It's obvious that no group of four is going to pull off a proper night, and with each passing week, our passion and drive just slowly drips down the drain. Yet when there's still one willing to clamber onwards, is it right for me to not support her when I had previously pledged to do so? My flagging enthusiasm just tells me it's super-silly, why should I continue to slave on when everyone sends out signals to me that my efforts just aren't worth it? Just like the evil macrophage chomping away at the myelin sheath, these thoughts just slowly chew away inside me whenever I look at my scores. I want to break free and not have to worry about doing things as a club anymore. I want to play because I want to, not because I feel obliged to. If nothing comes my way, so be it. If otherwise, I would rather I fly because I feel like it, because I want to, and looking at things, solo as well. Responsibility becomes somewhat of a dead weight here. Don't really see a solution to it still *shrugs*.

RDA module turns out to be more interesting than what I thought it might be. The anatomy labs, if unprepared for, can sting. Otherwise, it's rather pain free as the second one proved to be after having dutifully worked on it the night before. As pain free as Mr. Whoop-de-doo's two... no, three (including today's) labs. I'm not sure why he felt sorry for us and tried to whizz through the labs. So what if an exam is coming up? It's not like this module isn't going to be part of the finals either, so we might as well work hard on it as well like the rest at the start of the year. Sure, we might reduce the amount of time we spend doing some stuff to do a bit more revision, but it's no excuse to skimp on homework I say. But it was still very sweet of him to be so thoughtful. Talking about thoughtful, that's how the Mrs. Bae struck me as. The Baes came down yesterday evening as I was just about to leave the house, up the stairs to the main road, mainly to check if the new washing machine (which by the way, looks really hi-fi) is working well. Follow-up on flatties' problemo, tick. Mrs. Bae then noticed as well that the little bush on the left of the path was getting a bit in the way and said it needed trimming. Husband turns to me and say, I'll get it cut soon. Don't know how soon is soon, but being proactive about flat/ garden maintenance, they get one big tick from me. At least they care (or appear to, which is better than nothing), and more importantly, they keep their promises. Are you reading this, Mr. Ash, you pr**k?

Class division is coming up real soon, and still no real answers from wormy. A bit annoyed, but then I guess it's rather understandable, considering I wasn't much better at her age anyway. Nana said to just choose without taking her choice into consideration, but it's practically because of this problem that I rather follow her choice. Most that are leaving I don't know well. Most that I do, are planning to root here for the next couple of years. What's going to happen you can very well figure. The heck.

And it seems that although I might judge people based on what I hear from others, and from initial observations, my perception about people change. Which is for the better I guess, since it goes to show that I still have functional noodles in the coconut shell planted atop my neck, which I sometimes doubt lol. What appeared to be a rather disgusting specimen turned out to be a rather friendly funny person. Having been to the other stream's tutorial which Michelle runs as well, made me realise I rather my own stream's group because it's more engaging and fun. Gawd, if Mr. Talk-very-loudly-called-C (*gasp*) hadn't been in stream A's tute, I think I might have died from boredom, and so would Michelle. A lazier group I've never seen. Wouldn't go so far to say that our group is totally opposite, but at least I don't feel like I'm frittering my brain and time away like I do in my path tutes these days. But yes, I think Mr. I'm-from-Turkey isn't too bad a person it seems (why should I care about his personal life anyway? It doesn't concern me). But then too bad I can't really say the same about Mr. Annoying-M'sian-down-the-road whose appearance at my tute today didn't help things.

Rat race yesterday was tiring. 60 stations altogether with rest stops thrown in between, each taking 50 seconds. Not that the content tested was very challenging though. Quite a bit of the stuff was rather basic and the answers came naturally (after having swotted for it for the past few days... it better be!), though there were a few that had me scratching my head... long after I had moved onto other questions. There was one that I thought the question was worded very oddly and couldn't figure out what on earth it was asking for. Guessing an answer based on the picture, hopefully that should be what the examiners want. *shrug* At least it's one worry down. One more to go, this Friday. I rather the exam itself be today or tomorrow or anytime sooner. I'm seriously getting quite sick of studying, and have taken to playing the occasionally game of go-stop again. I wonder if this is an example of dependence?

Cal test yesterday wasn't too bad either, even with my wanting to just plonk down and sleep. Was shooed out of the cal lab after the first test, back to the end of the line, just so that others can have their turn at sitting the test. While I can see her reasoning for doing so, it's bloody annoying, and I doubt if it really matters in the end, since the queue by then wasn't that long. By the time I started the test, it was only 15 minutes past the time I started my first -_-"', and I was almost the last one in that queue anyway... Which means I needn't been forced to do it, since those others waiting out there would have gotten access to a testing computer without having to wait much!!! Obsessive woman... cute, well-meaning, but obsessive to the point of being annoying.

RDA module started today at half past 9. Was treated to a series of gross video clips and pictures of the abdominal cavity in endometriosis and of the surgical procedures involved. Blood, stuffy looking tissue bits, horrid looking scissors, and lots more other stuff that made me glad that my breakfast wasn't too big. Dangerous stuff it seems, seeing how one can have their internal iliac artery or ureter put out of action by one careless move on the surgeon's part. Bless dear ole mum and nana for good genes then...

Just finished this week's chore -- cleaning the toilet/ bathroom area. The fact that this month had five Sundays meant that the roster had to be tweaked slightly to fit with the rotation. But I'll be darn if I say that the roster means much to some people. I usually don't observe the area very much. It's a case of do your thing and leave with me. So when I was cleaning today, I saw that the bowl had stuff at the 'posterior' end of it. That I can handle, it's probably gotten there sometime during this week, though you would have thought someone would have had better aiming than that! Either that or a serious case of diarrhoea I would think. Then the sink. The landlord came last weekend to do the tap, so perhaps the person cleaning the area before me did it on a Saturday, hence the metallic gray debris around the hot tap. But whoever it was, still doesn't have an excuse for the rim of dust around my cup. To have build up to that point, means that a succession of people haven't been doing their job properly. I'm getting a bit pissed at this point. The last straw comes when I clean the floor. What the heck, how can there be a lump of hair at a corner?! No four people can moult that much and just at a corner! Someone or somebody, or somebodies (!!) have been mopping alright, and clumping all the hair in one corner instead of wiping it up and getting rid of it. Had to clean the sponge before doing it as well... it was filthy. The last change was two weeks ago... whoever been using it, haven't been cleaning it. Now that I think of it, I've not seen the glass doors of the shower clean of soap scum either for some time now. Is it coming to the point of being cleaned by me once every four weeks now??!!! Just as well I know I wouldn't have to put up with it come next year... Meanwhile, I assume that that's just part of their greater tolerance/ acceptance for uncleanliness and continue. But geez *rolls eyes* it's a shared flat for goodness sake!

Rat race is tomorrow. Few more stuff to look through and then a chat to mum and dad, and then bedtime. Sparkly eyed I shall be for the test tomorrow *crosses fingers*. My excitement for the test is somewhat muted though, along with my sense of tension and stress. Don't know why, it's just the overall feeling I've had this year that this year is just somewhat more relaxed and easy-going. Hopefully it's just not a feeling that only inside my head! Oh, can't wait for next Friday!! Yipee!

I know that some parts of me hasn't changed since what... high school?? When it comes to friends, all sort of shit I can take it seems. Sad. I think I need to learn how to not let guilt wash over me so easily all the time. I should learn to put my foot down and say enough is enough at times. But I'm stupid. I realise things very late even when it's obvious and right in front of my nose *wince*. But I'm a fool. And like all fools, I'll just ignore and overlook and repeat. Though then again, it's only a step away from being curious and apathetic. Just cut out the guilt perhaps? *thinks*

New washing machine still not here yet. Apparently they've (Fisher and Paykel? Flat manager?) decided that it's not worth trying to repair the thing for a second time. But how soon is 'asap'? A day? No. A week? A month? Don't know yet, but we'll soon see. If they don't get around to it soon then we'll have to start hounding them. Though I doubt they'll be as bad as the stupid empty-promises-making brown guy we had for a landlord last year. Then I wouldn't feel so bad making use of the little girl down the road X_X.

Feeling really hungry. I want to start but I'm waiting for my chef to come down. Don't like to eat alone that's why. BUT gosh is the plate of fried rice sitting on my lap just so fragrant and tempting!!

I guess I don't have to think or worry about my inability to produce one of th emost basic Asian/ Chinese dish - fried rice. I've someone else who does it waaay better than I can ^^ muahahahaha.

But so very hungry... should I take a bite while waiting?? My will power is being sorely tested here it seems. WAaaAAah!

Pretty slack day today. Woke up as usual and instead of plunging headfirst into my studies as a good girl should, I chose to spend time indulging in the pleasures of the Internet instead. Though a trip at about 11 to the stationary warehouse to get another folder prevented me from overfeeding my addiction ^^"'. Can't believe how much paper we are getting this year. It's not even halfway through the year and both my folders are already half filled! But the entire morning didn't just go to waste... I did manage to cover one lab from the neuroanatomy manual *sheepish look*

The revision lab for neuroanatomy wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For some reason I had imagined the lab would be overcrowded with people, and demonstration material, and there wouldn't be sufficient time to let me go through whatever I wish to go through. Turns out I was wrong... on all three counts :O! For the first time in the year, I managed to run through a lab with Q and Sh, just like old times (lol, not that old, considering the last time was only last year!), and we went at a rather leisurely pace, even giving ourselves time to laugh about two xxxx-lalias and at Q's experience of being an... 'echolaliac'(?) earlier in the day when my second clone appeared to haunt her.

Stumbled upon a very interesting blog today. Rather, it was one of it's posts that was very interesting. It does act somewhat as a foil to show how undeveloped my thinking is (not that it's that... underdeveloped of course *hehe*). But I might revisit it again sometime. It does provide me some very strong arguments... or rather protection... against those annoying holier-than-thou sort of people.... And a redirect to Snopes also provided me proof that I was right all along. That old guy at the DCC at the museum should really check up his stories and facts before using them as evidence. Just as well he's an old guy... I put it down to dementia and not fault him for it. LOL.

Waiata practice today in preparation for ECC week. Three more to come apparently, though it's not necessarily such a bad thing. It does provide some distraction from the dreary lecture-hall-cafe-home lifestyle, and the songs they've chosen are lovely. One, which they had provided a translation for was rather beautiful. I mean the translated version of course. Not that the melody itself wasn't lovely and soothing enough anyway. I was really surprised when I got hold of the audio file for the song though, apparently it's the same one that I heard when I first visited the Canterbury museum with dad! Didn't recognise it when we were singing it, I supposed I recognised the lady's voice featured in the audio file more than anything else, it is rather unique after all.

Here's the site with where the audio files were:

http://www.kmk.maori.nz/100.html

And no, I didn't take that picture of that tree, as much as I wish I were the photographer =.=

Made Welsh cakes this morning with puppy after he came by after church. They were slightly sweet and probably could be eaten on its own had I sprinkled it with sugar as the recipe suggested lol. Had it with peanut butter, needed to satisfy my peanut butter cravings in the morning after all :P. But who would have thought they would go just as well with puppy's tuna? The threat of his stinky vinegar didn't come through, masked by the cakes and all... haha.

Wanted to make potato and tuna bake for lunch next week, but the fact that the deep baking dish/ tray is icky-ly sticky and my not wanting to even touch it, let alone wash it (!!), along with the fact that I had run out of foil sometime ago, meant that I had to cancel the idea and just mixed the stuff altogether and be satisfied with that. Hmm... I'm starting to regret the idea of tuna now. The thought of having fish, fish, and more fish for dinner the whole of next week isn't actually making my mouth water... Talk about not thinking before acting :(

Made muesli again today. Had wanted to stop production but then the cranberries at Countdown were calling out to me yesterday and couldn't help but buy some. At 3 bucks plus per 100g, they certainly weren't cheap, but the heck, a little once a while can't harm anyone... can it? *grin*

p/s Gosh, this post is practically all about food! Reflects the piggy I am HAHA!

Another issue that came up during our lab two days ago was about people's philosophies in life. All of us having our little rules and beliefs that we think we believe and run our lives by. The thought that it could be challenged, not by others, but by our circumstances, by ourselves was one that probably rarely occurs to us. And when it does, I rarely take the thought very far.

But one example that came up was abortion. There are a couple of people who enjoy whittling away their time standing outside the entrance to the hospital with anti-abortion signs. That's all they do. Not that they can't do it, since it's a free country after all, but I wonder, when they think about abortion and all its evils and associations with the devil and killing of innocents or whatever it is they want to think it is about, do they stop and think about why people choose to do it? It is after all a major step for the woman/ couple. There are risks involved that could endanger her life. There are counselling for people who choose this path because it's by no means un-traumatic experience. It's not a joke. They have their reasons, and who are we to judge their beliefs and life philosophies by? This we campaign so fully against, and yet other cruelties in society that take place that just happen to not be right under the spotlight continue to take place, to the point of either pretending to not see or worse still, legalising it so it and us don't look bad. But I think I might be straying off the point here. The thing is, have they ever been in the shoes of the person who was about to subject herself to the procedure? Do they see things from her perspective? I shan't talk about the actual example given to me because of privacy reasons, but then what if it were their daughters or sons that were involved?

On the same line is about faithfulness. Because of genetic illnesses that progressively worsen, with no cure appearing on the horizon, and chuck in personality changes or two because of the disease, and you have got yourself there reasons for estrangement between what was once a happy couple. But they are still together, though albeit far apart. Someone told me a story of a woman whose husband left her because her disease left her dependent on colostomy bags. He just couldn't handle it. Immediately most of us would jump up and say goodness, what a ****head he is, is he a man at all, what a weakling! Tell the truth. That's probably your reaction had you not been reading what was above, though it may not be that up and down, hands in the air type as I made it sound like. But as M.B. said, we may say that, but how many of us can say we have been tested as such? How many of us can say we have been through that and proven ourselves not the weakling? Our ideal of course is that our partner would ride it out with us even with a colostomy bag in between. Our philosophy is that faithfulness and love to our partner is IT. That was probably what that husband thought, until it really happened to him. His philosophy changed then. Would ours? Sure you can say of course not, and still make a moral judgement on him, but is that right as well?

And this brings me to my ethics tutorials as well. It's all nice and fine to make up little scenarios such as flick-this-switch-kill-one-save-ten dilemmas and then talk and argue about what we should do or not. Why talk about such a situation? Choose option A if you like, but come to the real situation, is that what you will still do? Or would option B, or even C be yours? It may uncover some of the moral issues entangled within those sort of questions, but ultimately things don't always pan out as we think it will in real life. We may argue that the nasty smoker brought his lung cancer on himself and triage him out of funding for treatment, but we haven't met those people. They are merely ifs someone thought out on paper. We haven't met the others who will be affected by the results of the triage as well. We haven't been exposed to the real situation. I remember that tutorial well. Some people argued till they were practically almost blue in the face, but in the end there wasn't a real conclusion or decision who shall be saved and who shall be left out in the cold. Life isn't always ideal, but if it doesn't come to that situation, we can sure talk big about our philosophies and ideals and beliefs. What happens when it does? Don't answer until you are in it.

Yes, I think the picture is a bit creepy too. But I can't tell exactly what I've been up to today. In the morning? That's personal. In the night? THE project ^^ Golly, I'm all excited *giggles*

And worm and I have finally worked out what it is that we should wish expecting mums or people who want to be mums. You wanna know what it is? Lean in closer dearie. 'May you have a torpedo baby'! After all, you don't want a baby that was like me, big head AND big butt to boot. You want one like my worm, big head no butt. It's for your convenience worm says. Lol.

Made another yoghurt cake today. A tad on the sweet side for me, not so for a certain ah pa and daughter -_-"' Figures. Never seen anything easier than it. Basically throw it all together, mix and bake. Came out really dense though. Not that I can see how one can beat it anyway. Pfft, what am I talking about, my beaters spark! Eeps!

Flat manager telah berjanji akan datang melawat Sabtu pagi. Haraplah semua masalah-masalah flat ini akan diselesaikan secepat mungkin! *fingers crossed*

Sungguh letih. Jiwa saya nakkan time-out. Perperiksaan hanya beberapa hari lagi tapi masih banyak yang belum dicapai :S!

The trip up to Leslie Groves today was interesting. As 'forewarned' by coursemates, it was M.B. that played tutor for our trip. Perhaps it's just the way he is, that he doesn't shine in the lecture theatre but he does marvelously well in small groups tutoring and when interacting with patients. With the patients, he is really patient and kind, comfortable and comforting to have around, almost the perfect doctor.

I do tend to agree with him that in a way what we are doing with our visits are almost like a trip of immature children visiting a zoo filled with exotic animals that they've only heard of but never seen. That was the impression I had when we first started our workshop sessions. Somehow over time, I guess I had desensitized to it and took it as part of our routine and look at it, not so much as a show, but rather a presentation of facts. Facts, cold hard dead facts. That and no more. The face that came along with it for an hour or so did nothing to detract from the factual coldness of things, especially as exams and rat races loomed up. But a trip to Leslie Groves reawakened me from my trance. Yes, guy A did have P's and A's disease. Guy B had H's. So what? Thing's happened, so what? But deep down somewhere in me, it hurt to see it so stark naked as it was today. It is almost like revisiting bits of lit. that happened to come alive. It's not just so what, they had things going for them. Work, life, family... anything and everything all settled. Looking as beautiful as the set on Desperate Housewives, just without the desperate. But somehow, somewhere along the road, things just went down the drain.

Listening to Mr C. B. whom we met today, listening to the others, listening to M.B., I remembered why I told grandma I wanted to be like daddy when I grow up all those years ago, before other interests swept me away, before I became indecisive faced with the broad spectrum of choices. I remembered Mr Xie's last piece of advice to me. Yesterday I was complaining about how long more I had before I could graduate, how I would watch everyone around me graduate before I did. How disillusioned I had become it seems. Mr C.B. said one thing that I think sums the point of our visit today, 'it's your job to kick them out of their depression into stage five (acceptance)'. I will remember and work on.

The other lesson was to be grateful. I agree with Carol and M.B. who both told me, at different points in my life, that humans are just greedy creatures who will only want more and more despite what they have. I came closer to understanding nana's choices today. When I do take time to reflect on things, I do remember to be happy with what I have. I try to not be happy because I am better off, but to be happy purely because what I have is still mine. But somehow the thought never really stays for long. I admit I do yearn for better things. I yearn to get out of studentville and head north. I yearn for the day I can get that professional looking immaculate penthouse apartment in some big city. I yearn for many other things, and forget about what I have. But then sometimes I wonder, should I join the two instead? Surely one can be grateful and be contented and happy with what they have, and yet still be motivated enough to aim higher? Sounds somewhat counter-intuitive, but I wonder if it's possible. But I guess the main thing is that, even if we don't get what we want, we should still be happy with what we have at the moment? For I still have my purpose in life, I still have my family, I still have my eyes, I still have an intact body and mind.

p/s Congrats to wormy and her team on winning the first round of the season! *hugs*

Entah kenapa beberapa hari ini mood saya memang tak tetap. Tak dapat saya ramalkan. Tak dapat saya kawalkan. Setiap saat ia memang berubah-ubah. Memang saya telah dinasihatkan untuk mengamalkan sikap 'pemikiran positif', dan saya memang telah cuba dengan sedaya upaya. Tapi tau tak kamu betapa susah untuk sentiasa berbuat begitu?

Memang saya tak suka mood ini yang tak tetap ini. Kadang-kadang apabila ia baik, hidup saya kelihatan betapa ceria. Tak kira betapa susah kursus saya, tak kira stress yang saya hadapi, saya penuh dengan keyakinan. Tapi, apabila cuaca mendung datang melawat, hati saya memang sengsara. Semua parut and luka bagai dibubuh garam, and macam aneurisme yang meletup, berdarah dengan tidak terhenti-henti. Sesungguhnya ini semua hanya dalam minda saya, tetapi saya masih terasa cucukan yang menyakitkan di dada saya. Bolehkah saya jeritkan kesakitan saya kepada seluruh dunia? Dapatkah saya kongsikan perasaan sebenar kepada semua orang? Teringin sangat insan ini berbuat begitu, tetapi mulutlah yang tidak benarkan.

Kekecewaan saya kebanyakan ditinggalkan bersama debu sejarah, tetapi akan beberapa kekecewaan, keraguan, kesedihan yang tak penah tinggalkan sisi saya. Mereka hanya dipendamkan dalam hati saya tanpi pengetahuan dunia.

Tetapi apabila dunia sekeliling menidur, apabila matahari pulang berehat, apabila saya ditinggalkan berseorangan dengan minda dan pemikiran saya.... semua perasaan datang melimpahi kolam hati saya. Tak dapat saya halangkan, tak dapat saya elakkan. Saya terasa macam telah berhari-hari saya berenang dalam lautan, masih tak menemui pinggir.... semakin penat. Akankah saya tenggelam tanpa sebarang kesan?

Mengapakah tak dapat saya memenuhi kesemua keinginan saya? Adakah keinginan saya terlalu melampau? Adakah ia disebabkan saya tak sedar akan keinginan sebenar saya? Adakah kerana saya yang tak nak ia dikabulkan? Entah... entahlah... Akhirnya semuanya mulut saya yang takut, yang menjadi penghalang...

disappointed confused disappointed missing disappointed tired disappointed

Baked this while making dinner ^^... again the picture didn't came out like I wanted it to!

^^ !!我感到好幸福!! ^^

Suffice to say that picture reflects my mood at the moment. I am disappointed in how much of an asshole some people can be. So what if the girl of your dreams reject you? You should have known better than to go after her in the first place, when she already has her bf of goodness knows how long. You should know better than to stare and giggle pervertedly at her to make her feel uncomfortable. You should know better than to open up your feelings through a stupid text. And after all that, you retreat into the stupid shell you create within yourself and hide in there, choosing to isolate yourself. After all that, you lose your balls and decide to Mr. Depressed and Antisocial and let everyone else who has nothing to do with your failure down as well. Shit, are you man or mouse?! Shit, have you no brain or guts to reply my texts?! To the point that I have to drag Shi L to drag an answer out of you about the upcoming performance? Shit! Do you even realise that people with a sense of professionalism or even an ounce of appreciation for music would realise that cancelling within days of a performance is the pinnacle of sins?! And you wanna be a health professional? Do you even realise that when you work as a team, the team comes before the individual?

Why am I even bothering to rant out my feelings here? When I know the answer to all of it is no, you don't care; no, you've got no balls; no, you prefer to take out your frustration on your team-mates; no, playing antisocial and being Mr. depressed-leave-me-alone is the only thing on your mind.

Shit, I wish you were reading this now so that you know what I think of you, so that you know how disappointed I am in you, so that you will see all this that I can't bring myself to say due to social inhibition. I can see why she doesn't even want you that's for sure! But most of all, I am disgusted, and if you are reading this, I hope you are extremely satisfied and happy with yourself now.

I love Vodafon's nearly-unlimited text for 10 bucks scheme (nearly because I never get anywhere near the 2000 mark... though that might change with Worm on the scheme as well...) for it means I don't have to spend that much money on texting just because of my obligations and stuff, but it also means I have to put up with silly spam from well-meaning people. One example was from a friend reminding me that it's a sunny day today. Yes, I can see that. I have my own set of functional eyes afterall. And one doesn't have to tell me to be grateful for it. After endless days of gloomy rainy weather, who wouldn't? I wouldn't be that annoyed though, I don't mind random texts from friends occasionally simply because it breaks the monotony of a school day, but with meaningless sentences (think AB, BA -_-"' and peppered with other G words - double -_-"'), it just becomes plain annoying. Or maybe because my timetable just really wasn't to my liking today. Oh well...

Picture was gotten off Flicker today. Again, not sure who the photographer was. I love black and white photography, more than colour, if it's well taken. Maybe it's just that feeling of timelessness that I get looking at black and whites. Or maybe it's just the fact that the abscence of colours makes it easier to concentrate on the essence of the picture? *shrug*

Internet still playing up, as it had for the past week or so now. I don't mind having to refresh pages occasionally, but doing it almost everytime I open a new page, and over such an extended period is starting to bug me. Whoosh, I'm telling ya, I'm very displeased. Diagnose the problem now! *yells in frustration*

Starting to feel the tension of the upcoming exams and stuff, but no real motivation to actually start reading for it. Not good. I think I need a whip or something. Perhaps I should be chucked back into HSFY, and maybe I'll start working as hard as Doh or Sharon *eeps!*

Found a bunch of pretty pictures over the Flicker today, and this was one of them. Can't remember who the photographer was unfortunately for this beautiful picture. I wonder how he/she managed to get it looking so sharp and defined *swoons* And http://flickr.com/photos/evermail/304601260 this one is for both you, Sh and mumiak ^^!

And I guess our lives are pretty much like the elements. The rainbow comes after the storm, and it's only after the rolling thunder and deafening lightning and whip-like rain that one really appreciates the beauty of a rainbow, with it's colours and elegant shape. *hugs* to puppy for making me open my eyes when I nearly threw something beautiful away.