absolutum dominium

most interesting. my posts are fewer and far-between, and they are shorter and more cryptic. yet my web-counter is jumping again.

i think i'm going to give up on doing back-dated accounts of things tt have since passed. i wish i could, but today just happens to be a rare day where i am actually at home and alone and with enough time or presence of mind to type out my blog entry. lately it's either one or the other - not at home, or no mood to blog.

yeah. tt's new. no mood to blog. wahaha.

so yar. except for certain assorted pics (i.e. below) tt i might put up from time to time for the hell of it... guess you can't expect much else. :(

oh well. fyi, i'm leaving for vancouver prob on 24 august. tt's about a month and 11 days from now. there is *still* a substantial amount of people that i have been supposed to meet up with since the fucking exams ended, and from the day of april 29 till now i have *still* not seen their faces even once. my apologies. we have 1 month and 11 days. altho you are more than welcome to join me in vancouver if you so wish. however, your airticket shall have to be self-sponsored. isobel is a poor girl *nods head*

i won't be going ladies night tonight. nope. don't wanna go out. i wanna stay at home and nuah. i met melissa in the gym this morning; we arranged to go for christina's spinning class together. christina is damn cool. now both our legs ache like hell. one of the things i like most about cfc, melissa pei, is tt it's the ONLY time where she looks as tired or more tired than me! wahahaha! payback for all those times you make me run and unglam myself immensely! heh heh heh.

we had lunch @ pastamania at cine. was contemplating introducing her to the joys of the warm lava chocolate cake (previously only shared with 4 other people), but we figured it was a little tight on the wallet, plus we would have to shelve our dreams of gymming in sports bras for another 50 years at least.

yuck. i dread to think tt i will lose my tan in vancouver. as bimbotic as it sounds, i love my skin colour. everyone who sees me says i look fit, healthy, tough, strong etc etc etc. doesn't matter so much tt i'm not stick-insect thin. i'm HEALTHY. wahaha.

yar. like a pig to be butchered for slaughter. healthy.

i wanna watch sin city! it opens in like, a day. i'm so excited. i've been waiting for the damn movie ever since i was studfying for my exams while watching movie trailers on my laptop. wahaha. finally it's out in all it's uncut glory and i'm old enough to watch it. wahahahaha!

stomach is kinda unwell. i'm not crazy. i'm just a little unwell. heh. been swinging from nausea to gastritis the past 2 days. damn fucking sian. at least the accompanying headache has left. but it's ruined otherwise good outings. pity he can't meet me today. gotta go for some cid briefing. oh well you can't have everything. anyway on the upside, i can get some rest and tao2 hao3 my parents today so tt i can stay out late tomorrow. *sigh* the things you gotta do when you have over-protective parents and you hide at least half your life from them.

there is a chocolate cake from lana sitting in my fridge. rem my 21st birthday, and tt really yummy cake? yesh. tt's the one. it sits in my fridge waiting for me to deflower... eep i mean devour it. now if only the damn stomach thingy will just hurry up and fucking go away. if it doesn't he's going to drag me to the doctor, and i so don't wanna go to a doctor. *pout pout pout* i hate doctors, generally.

lots of things have been going on in the news. from the london blasts to the nkf's cfo's $600, 000 pay, his 1st-class flights on public money, and his (almost) gold plated taps... hmm. very nice... to the latest train crashes in pakistan. is it me or are we getting too desensitized by the media? sure. we are outraged. a response is evoked. measures have been taken. but still life just goes on as per normal.

for some reason when people talk to me, they ask only 2 questions: 1) are you excited about going to vancouver? (my ans: i am leaving on 24 august. tt is like how many donkey years away. it is too far off for me to be excited) 2) how is your 'thing' with the police? (my ans: ok. my unspoken ans: my 'thing' with the police was only one fucking week. what do you expect? did i learn how to shoot? no. did i learn how to patrol? no. i didn't even get to go out with my (missing) tl. did i contribute or was i of any help in the slightest possible way to the force? hell no. i didn't do nothing except give the officers who had to baby-sit me more work. i took something good away from my attachment, but i don't even think that was the original intention of the board. so well. what do you want me to say?)

i hate it when people condescend to me. so maybe i'm young. so maybe i'm not tt smart or tt experienced or tt skilled or whatever. i know myself, i know my limitations, and because of my pride i like to know where i stand. so if you talk down to me like i'm a fucking 5-year-old, if you act like some great-know-it-all even when you're not, don't expect me to like you or be nice to you. and better yet, if you act like you can lord whatever you have over me, and if in reality i have everything tt you have if not more, i will not hesitate to humiliate you at all.

don't mess with me or my pride. tt would be a mistake.

yeah ok. this post is fortunately, a return to my more logical less lalaland entries. thank god. i'd kill myself if i ever lost any of my grrl power just because.