ack. it happened. i never thought it would. but it did. i can't believe it. but now i have to do something i have been putting off for a long time.
and no i'm not talking about selling my sister to aliens. ( especially since she shared cookies with me today [: )
anyway, my bandwidth exceeded D: now there's a giant chunk missing from this skin. i don't really know what to say. the fact that my bandwidth exceeded means my images have been viewed a lot, which i guess should be flattering. but now my skins are all messed up, which is just a downright pain in the ass. and now i have to make yet another photobucket account, just to make sure such a thing doesnt happen again. and i'm out of username ideas, seeing as ive already resorted to using my favourite foot outerwear. (then again maybe it's inner wear, since shoes are outer wear :/)
on the bright side, my room smells like new bags :D
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
cookayyeeeee
it was the first day of cookie sales for fundraising today and to my utmost surprise, we actually had a crowd. wow. who knew our school loved cookies so much. but i'm really worried about the additional cookies we ordered. there may not be as many repeat buyers, and though we sold out today, we may end up with leftovers for tomorrow. i mean we ordered 280 more for tuesday and wednesday, which would mean that we need at least 140 more people to buy from us tomorrow. that's... really a lot. but i suppose we'll need the extra sales, since our profit margin isn't as high as we'd like but seeing as how people keep accusing us of ripping people off, we don't really have much of a choice.
either way, trying to memorise chinese poems is deathly hard.me and ying ying and i were making a fool (fools?) of ourselves at the waffle place today where we tried to study and the staff ended up laughing at us and commenting and occasionally asking us random questions or answering our noobish questions when we couldn't read the chinese characters in our notes. sigh. i hope i dont mix everything up tomorrow :X
(emperor wang entrusted to the cuckoo his spring passion!)
sigh. i think i shall give up studying. seeing as how i don't even know what subjects we're tested on. and... gah i need to restrain myself. though i suspect i may have been egyptian in some previous lifetime, seeing as how im obsessed with pyramids which i obviously can't own and hence chose to surround myself with insane amounts of pyramid studs. but... that is a rant for another time. i am just too broke right now.
either way, trying to memorise chinese poems is deathly hard.
(emperor wang entrusted to the cuckoo his spring passion!)
sigh. i think i shall give up studying. seeing as how i don't even know what subjects we're tested on. and... gah i need to restrain myself. though i suspect i may have been egyptian in some previous lifetime, seeing as how im obsessed with pyramids which i obviously can't own and hence chose to surround myself with insane amounts of pyramid studs. but... that is a rant for another time. i am just too broke right now.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
an empty purse makes for a heavy heart
i suddenly really hope i end up in the work experience program; i would really appreciate the pay, no matter how measly.
honestly, it sucks to be unemployed. and i would say it sucks to be a student, but seeing as how there are student offers and prices, there are some plus points to still be studying. regardless, i want to be richhhhhhhhhh. (recalls a similar conversation with zinc)
and... life is too distracting. especially since ying's package is sitting on my table and i'm simply itching to tear it open. i'm not sure why, but some instinctive part of me just likes opening wrapped items, even if the item is wrapped in a plain brown envelope. sigh, it's been years since i received a real wrapped present that i could tear open.
and since i'm not doing work, which is hardly surprising, i should go to sleep -.-
but i don't really want to, since i'm savouring my first night of actually having working lights after goodness how long. sitting in the dark rushing out my mathematics portfolio was simply so depressing i wonder why i havent turned to self-mutilation yet. and i suppose the next thing to look forward to is to being able to use the aircon. sigh, sucks to be me.
Altsding lozst zich ois mit a gevain.
Everything ends in weeping.
honestly, it sucks to be unemployed. and i would say it sucks to be a student, but seeing as how there are student offers and prices, there are some plus points to still be studying. regardless, i want to be richhhhhhhhhh. (recalls a similar conversation with zinc)
and... life is too distracting. especially since ying's package is sitting on my table and i'm simply itching to tear it open. i'm not sure why, but some instinctive part of me just likes opening wrapped items, even if the item is wrapped in a plain brown envelope. sigh, it's been years since i received a real wrapped present that i could tear open.
and since i'm not doing work, which is hardly surprising, i should go to sleep -.-
but i don't really want to, since i'm savouring my first night of actually having working lights after goodness how long. sitting in the dark rushing out my mathematics portfolio was simply so depressing i wonder why i havent turned to self-mutilation yet. and i suppose the next thing to look forward to is to being able to use the aircon. sigh, sucks to be me.
Altsding lozst zich ois mit a gevain.
Everything ends in weeping.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
it was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die
so i've finished the name of the wind, again, and very much like the first time, i would kill to have the second book in my hands. unfortunately, nothing can get me something that does not exist. i shall have to make do with reading fanfiction for now.
on a side note, i think my dad is finally going to call in that promise i made in exchange for getting contacts. not that i wasn't expecting him to do so, but honestly, pink golf balls? i have nothing to say.
and despite repeated lookings and bothering of library staff, it seems the library catalog has failed me. i can't seem to find the second book for the black magician series and it is imposible to say how utterly depressed that has left me. but being a person who doesn't buy books, i guess i'm used to waiting for it. and i suppose that is another reason why i prefer to read slowly, since logically speaking, what has been waited for should be slowly savoured and never rushed. and considering how an author probably spends months or years writing a book, the least one could do is dedicate a few days solely to appreciating his or her efforts.
and i suppose this lengthy pointless rant is all an unconscious effort to avoid starting work. honestly, if i put in as much effort in doing work as i currently do in procrastinating, i might actually end up with no work to procrastinate about. and where would the fun be in that?
and my toilet ceiling is leaking at such a constant rate i could probably learn to stay on beat by listening to it go drip drip drip. and unfortunately, there seems to be nothing that can be done about it.
oh and in lieu of all the unnecessary double posting that has been going on, i've gotten a new tagboard. and why now after all this time? well, it just felt good being able to actually do something about a bothersome nuisance for once.
drip drip drip.
money is round, so it rolls away.
on a side note, i think my dad is finally going to call in that promise i made in exchange for getting contacts. not that i wasn't expecting him to do so, but honestly, pink golf balls? i have nothing to say.
and despite repeated lookings and bothering of library staff, it seems the library catalog has failed me. i can't seem to find the second book for the black magician series and it is imposible to say how utterly depressed that has left me. but being a person who doesn't buy books, i guess i'm used to waiting for it. and i suppose that is another reason why i prefer to read slowly, since logically speaking, what has been waited for should be slowly savoured and never rushed. and considering how an author probably spends months or years writing a book, the least one could do is dedicate a few days solely to appreciating his or her efforts.
and i suppose this lengthy pointless rant is all an unconscious effort to avoid starting work. honestly, if i put in as much effort in doing work as i currently do in procrastinating, i might actually end up with no work to procrastinate about. and where would the fun be in that?
and my toilet ceiling is leaking at such a constant rate i could probably learn to stay on beat by listening to it go drip drip drip. and unfortunately, there seems to be nothing that can be done about it.
oh and in lieu of all the unnecessary double posting that has been going on, i've gotten a new tagboard. and why now after all this time? well, it just felt good being able to actually do something about a bothersome nuisance for once.
drip drip drip.
money is round, so it rolls away.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
teddybear trafficking
i honestly think i've laughed too much today. but patrick rothfuss is seriously as funny as his book is good. i think i may start worshiping him soon. (i hope book two comes out before someone tries to turn me into a canned fangirl)
anyway, i need to stop losing track of all the fantasy serieses (seriess? what the hell is the plural of series!) i'm reading. and bloody hell, every copy of turn coat by jim butcher is either on loan or reserved at the library. HOW HORRIBLY HORRID. and me being unable to afford the 1.55 it costs to reserve a book, i shall wait until i chance upon a copy or harry dresden visits me in a dream (ha like jen's! i honestly wouldnt mind living out the book in my head :D)
and i realised that this blog is kinda dead, but somehow i have nothing much to rant/rave about. i wonder how zinc manages to update so often :/ and i need a new skin. and i need to start borrowing books i want to read before my table ends up buried under scribbled-on hotpink post-its. and i need to do my math portfolio. actually just homework in general would be a good start.
and robotics... is going to kill me. i seriously have no idea what to do at all. like completely clueless. it's a really depressing feeling to know that you're up against so many (300+ teams?) and there's nothing you can do to help yourself because you're already at your wits end and you just don't know what to do. and janice is sick and and joey is in london and we're the only sec 4 team and the only team that actually has the full 5 members. the expectations are so blatantly there that a giant blinking neon sign would be ten times more subtle. and the fact that we're called robotation does not help matters. yes our team is called robotation, i kid you not.
and for the record, i think gravity hates me.
anyway, i need to stop losing track of all the fantasy serieses (seriess? what the hell is the plural of series!) i'm reading. and bloody hell, every copy of turn coat by jim butcher is either on loan or reserved at the library. HOW HORRIBLY HORRID. and me being unable to afford the 1.55 it costs to reserve a book, i shall wait until i chance upon a copy or harry dresden visits me in a dream (ha like jen's! i honestly wouldnt mind living out the book in my head :D)
and i realised that this blog is kinda dead, but somehow i have nothing much to rant/rave about. i wonder how zinc manages to update so often :/ and i need a new skin. and i need to start borrowing books i want to read before my table ends up buried under scribbled-on hotpink post-its. and i need to do my math portfolio. actually just homework in general would be a good start.
and robotics... is going to kill me. i seriously have no idea what to do at all. like completely clueless. it's a really depressing feeling to know that you're up against so many (300+ teams?) and there's nothing you can do to help yourself because you're already at your wits end and you just don't know what to do. and janice is sick and and joey is in london and we're the only sec 4 team and the only team that actually has the full 5 members. the expectations are so blatantly there that a giant blinking neon sign would be ten times more subtle. and the fact that we're called robotation does not help matters. yes our team is called robotation, i kid you not.
and for the record, i think gravity hates me.
Monday, August 03, 2009
SCREW
SCREW. SCREW. SCREW.
WE SHALL MAKE IT TO THE SEVEN HELLS AND BACK! haha
seven is such a magical number :D
Except that today was like the "roasting you alive and poking you with pitchforks" hells and tomorrow is the "suck your brains out and pound you with an anvil" hell. Each unique, but equally painful. And SLOW.
SCREW. SCREW. SCREW.
PS I realised that it's actually 6.5 hells. But oh well.
WE SHALL MAKE IT TO THE SEVEN HELLS AND BACK! haha
seven is such a magical number :D
Except that today was like the "roasting you alive and poking you with pitchforks" hells and tomorrow is the "suck your brains out and pound you with an anvil" hell. Each unique, but equally painful. And SLOW.
SCREW. SCREW. SCREW.
PS I realised that it's actually 6.5 hells. But oh well.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
a prince without a happily ever after
------"I have spied for you, and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter-"
"But this is touching, Severus," said Dumbledore seriously. "Have you grown to care for the boy after all?"
"For him?" shouted Snape. "Expecto patronum!"
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded across the office and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.
"But this is touching, Severus," said Dumbledore seriously. "Have you grown to care for the boy after all?"
"For him?" shouted Snape. "Expecto patronum!"
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded across the office and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.
OMG INKHEART!!!
so i'm 7 months late, but whattheheck. DUSTFINGER IS SO BLOODY HOT. i need a picture of him in all his topless fire breathing glory :O :O :O :O
and honestly the movie is bloody cool, and it has a happy endingggg :D (L) (L) (L)
and no jen i have not forgotten about snape. and shit, i want to read myself into hogwarts.
damn.
and honestly the movie is bloody cool, and it has a happy endingggg :D (L) (L) (L)
and no jen i have not forgotten about snape. and shit, i want to read myself into hogwarts.
damn.
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