well, at least i can say, wow. what a week. that week has passed. now i’m just full of left over energy. or do i still have any? i can finally heave a sigh of relief. no not yet.
i’ve got my road map to do. like the roadmap, the cv, the chinese cv english cv, everything and everything.
send the letter off to sylvester, to meet the march dateline, and then do the cv, then do the hw7 and reading assignment. and i’m totally lost for ce2164!!
well, at least the selfish vegetable comes in handy when i did my lab report. i copied the entire thing from him. like the calculations. so i dunno what’s happening at all. think i’m the only person in the entire lecture theatre who catches no balls for structural design. ugh major stressed about it. and my disgusting cap. i need to pull it up before nocsh.
well. turnip and i are just distant. i wonder after him, who’s next in line? perhaps i’m destined to be a nun. nan the nun. he’s just not the one. he’s just too preoccupied with himself. and if he’s really in love with me, he’d not be acting this way. he’ll be thinking of me in every way. so i’m not the one for him, that’s why he can be so stuck up and selfish and only cares about himself. there’s that girl for him out there somewhere.
like there’s that guy for me out there somewhere. in this lifetime?
rarrrrr nobody knows.
selfish vegetable
why doesnt 
share his 
with me when he knew that i havent had dinner, and there’s no time to go get any and i was busy with lab report. and he doesnt buy me something up from the canteen since he s there anyway. and he knew that i was
and 
but he just went into the other lab and never once emerged to come and talk to me and never once emerged to share a piece of chocolate with me. and after he’s finished with them he told me he just finished eating them. and never offered to share.
why is he such a selfish person.
soon. we have to break up. cos i cant stand a selfish person who only thinks about himself. thinks about himself in everything even during the lab, yes, given that he’s really busy with primavera and that i cant help much anyway, there’s no reason for him to talk or initiate a conversation with me. but the fact that once, i glanced up and saw him eating, and i was so hungry. and he knew i didnt eat, and he had food, and he didnt offer to share some with me. made me realise how selfish a person he is.
i give up.
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i’m feeling gross with myself. with my parents.♥
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- i’m feeling gross with myself. with my parents.♥
how can they do this to me’
am i not worth their ♥ their care their concern?
what exactly is the big deal if i go out and jog at 9. what’s the fucking difference between jogging and 9 and at 8 pm ANYway.
there is NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE.
food.
oh unglorious food.
what’s wrong with me! seriously, just what’s wrong with me!??
why cant i stop myself from eating, from thinking about food, from tasting them? and the thing is, i’m not even hungry! i’m just eating cos my mouth needs smthn to work on. and i think eating and chewing is smthn for me to work on, at least, if there’s not anything else that i’m doing, albeit there’s a million things waiting for me to do. so my mouth subconsciously attempts to share the burden with my hands eyes and brain, by just simply doing what it is capable of doing! — to munch.
and my body is bearing hte consequences. it’s getting fatter. rounder. clumsier. uglier. i cant bear to look at myself in the mirror.
came back from sheraton hotel just now, the lunch was yummy, deliciously sinful.
terriyaki chicken
apple crumble
cheese and ham
japanese rice
coleslaw with tartar sauce
chocolate muffin
vanilla muffin
traditionally brewed coffee with milk
cookies
cereal cookies.
pastries.
and when i came back,
oh there was such a sumptuous spread!
peanuts
vege egg springsprouts which i really dunno what it was called
keropoke
soya
beansprouts
all very gravy heavy yummy and sinful
no wonder i can barely breathe while i run.
i HAVE TO RUN TMR!!
i’m dying. basically.
and stress the the killer.
major updates.
i got into noc, shanghai, fudan.
broke up with turnip for 10min.
cant bear to let him go
he cant bear to hear abt breaking up
we cant let go of each other.
we got back together.
i’m occupied with a truckload of things like school work.
tmr i m meeting zhiling followed by mugging in school by myself.
sunday’s sia day. which i cant back out now.
i need to jog.
it’s 230am. sleep. without getting anything done.
heres something i’ve read at my workplace on marketing.
You’re at a bar and you see a pretty girl.
You walk up to her and say, “Hi, I’m rich. Will you marry me?”
that’s direct marketing.
You walk up to her and and asked for her number.
The next day, you call her up and say “Hi, I’m rich. Will you marry me?
that’s telemarketing.
Your friend walks up to her and say “Hi, see that guy over there, he’s rich. Marry him.”
that’s advertising.
You straighten your tie, adjust your attire and walk up to her. You offered to buy her drinks and entertained her throughout. As she leaves, you helped her with her coat and her bag. Then as she is about to go off, you say, “By the way, I’m rich. Will you marry me?”
that’s public relations.
The girl walks up to you and says, “Hi, I want to marry you. You’re rich.”
that’s brand recognition.
You walk up to her and before you can say anything, she gives you a nice tight slap.
that’s customer feedback.
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it’s a day for celebrations, really. since it’s camman’s birthday as well as the anniversary of turnip and i. yes, it’s been 4 mths, a tumultuous four months that passed, not unhappily, not smoothly, turbulently.
understandably, predictably, turnip again did nothing for our 4mths anniversary. i wait in silence for a miracle to happen for the day when he can finally spring surprises on me and treat me nicely and make me feel like a princess. whoever i’m going to eventually get together with, must, has to, make me feel very much loved and princessy. right now, i dun feel like aprincess at all. even if i do, perhaps a sad, disappointed and frustrated one. time has taught me not to place my hopes to high. so i predicted that he wont do anything. and i cant spare the time either. need to mug, and i am not mugging.
i feel like kicking myself for wasting so much time on those bloody cookies when turnip didnt do anything in return. he doesnt spend on me. he doesnt commit to me.
camman’s birthday was celebrated with a meal at munchies hahar hilariously simple, not so much of a celebration. i was 45min late for the 1hr long lunch appointment. oh well. all’s not lost. laughing the whole way through cos our conversations are still ridiculously absurd.
quizes and study plans remain to be fulfilled. i’m glad there’s no tr2201 lecture tmr. it’s 3hrs long. just kill me. i dun like it.
