The Caffeine Junkie and Her Escapades
“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” Ecc 12:13Archive for March, 2006
Episode 122: happiness
I got the acceptance pkg from melb! 
*happiness*
oh and proof that i seriously spend way too much time in the lib..an email from 
the librarian
Dear (me),
Thank you for taking the time to give us your valued feedback and comments during the (schoollibraryportal) , 6th-10th March 2006.
We would like to inform you that your comment on what you like about the (libraryportal), “E-resources, in particular e-journals because it saves my life when I do last minute research”, will be featured in a write up in the upcoming, March 2006, issue of (L-INUS, newsletter of the N*U-S libraries.)
Warmest regards,
(admin person)
and here are some of my pics! hopefully they come up!
my population happy family, (from right) Mrs geographer, georgie geographer, georgina geographer (with me bear pookie!), mr geogrpaher…and..the maid HAHA
trying to tell my methods class that snagging a guy can really really be done in 10 easy steps!
my valley gorges geo bus
us horsing around during methods lecture
HS-BC treetop *walk*. this reminds me of the scene from Jurrasic Park, now all we need is the two kids, the guy, a car hanging from a branch, and the ultimate accessory, a brontosaurus.
the amazing view!!! *swoons* i loved the walk..altho we covered like 8k in 3 hours… super fun!
the bridge. which was a helluva experience. was happilu plodding along when denise went, 'oh my God. don't look down' and when i say dont think of the color red, everyone does! and hence, i looked down. and my stomach lurched. i couldn't move. neither could denise. so we btoh held up the bridge. ah well
in *nj* with my mostest favouritiest yummiest food on the planet. garlic chicken with mushroom kway teow and wantan. and the bestest bestest iced coffee in singapore (the aunty still recognises me. the horror. i drank too much coffee then)
with ms c! she's the best. i love her to bits! 
with ms ting who I forever owe my geog grade to
and us, of course. with the sign at the stupid slope i had to run everyday when late for assembly.
life is good.
Episode 121: spiffy!
hello, world!
i got my acceptance letter from uni of Mel*b today! wahooey! so super! but silly me went to the dean’s office to get it! tsk. had to trek to the University Hall..which was spiffy! but they sure know how to waste our school fees! having a huge LCD screen playing cna with no one watching. the lady at the I*RO was very pleasant and helpful, as compared to that crabby idiotic person at the dea*n’s office receptionist who slammed down my certificate before and was the super ultra sour puss again today. pshaw! i bet for her GEMS means…go eat my socks! well you can eat mine. they are candy striped.
but pshaw! i’m on a roll. save for the smalllllllllllllllllllll problem with MEET. but still. am on a rooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllll! and S is back! wahooey! how pleasant! altho in crunch time cry-sis mode week, but still, pleasant nonetheless!
till then,
debs!
Episode 120: upset *sniffles*
oh!
i am so terribly upset with myself. because stupid nor*ton antivirus kept on hanging my comp with its internal errors..i had to delete it and guess what, i can’t boot up windows on my lappy. and to compound the problem, the CD-reader on the lappy died so i can’t install a single *insert some random curse even though i dont wanna curse* thing now.
the WORST thing is that this happens just before the whole shebang of presentations and gajillion essays due within the next two weeks and the laptop is out.
shoot me. now. urkle.
and the QT HADHADHADHADHAD to be on psalm 92. pwarf. why can’t i just sulk for a while. *shuffles to a corner to sulk* ohhhhh i so do not know what to do. *sulks*
Episode 119: cowabunga
Hello, you!
just came back from F.’s birthday and it was a blast! the food was fantastic and was only at 50 calories per plate. how cool is that? the fish was great the mushrooms were more cool (mo gu!) and the dessert was yummyyummyyummy. and at 50 calories a pop too! Ai wo ai wo!
but more than that, the company was great..and…slightly mad. i think it was some form of release from all that intense last minute essay mugging.
silly things we did include:
- prior to this, 47 emails sent out with people waving their hands, all in an attempt to buy a present
- sing the ‘i am cow’ song
- sing the ‘on top of spaghetti’ song
- co-op our photographers into pictures
- try to rob D’s shoes
- try not to dribble on myself cuz i’vegot a notorious food stain record on all my less casual clothes
- and the silliest of silliest, video cam ourselves by using the conveyor belt as our camera panner..or however you call that.
whoopppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
which brings me to a more pertinent issue. eeks. my birthday is coming in 2 months and i’ve absolutely no idea what to do, apart from the superheroes idea *squee* arghs. what a toughie! and bio d test is looooooooooooooooooooooming. sighs. i shouldn’t have drunk that coffee with SPLENDA cuz i am in that strange limbo of being awake and sleepy.
and i will spend saturday staring out of the library’s windows. what a sad pathetic life. bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
ah well. this sem is ending. i dont know what to feel.
Episode 118: open letters
dear doctor yeo,
you! terrible idiot. don’t make a geographic joke outta me stomach. volcanic sounds. pui. you should be glad i didn’t retch on you or cough really loudly when you listen thru the stehtoscope or sneeze real bad in your pretty metalic dipstick container or eat your candy.
love,
your discontented client
dear stomach,
you! what are you? retarded or what? if you are hungry say so! don’t turn into tectonic wonderland! send some signals up to the brain or something! i watched Osmosis Jones and i now know everything that goes on in there. don’t think i’m not watching you.
love,
your brain
dear d*r te.o,
your SD*U video really freaked the daylights outta me. i don’t want to be some kinda sad sorry person who has to be video-taped playing hunter fire squirrel at the age of 31. and i don’t wanna meet ox*ford graduates who say “well then i had privacy” and laugh a really scary laugh just cuz i can’t get married. and i think that the guy who said “i want a traditional girl who is more quiet and submissive” is an affront, even to you, d*r te.o. eeks. *jives to a different beat*
love,
your student who is so sorry about her essay word count
dear bio.d. test,
please, just implant your facts into my brain. i seriously do not really care about Linnaus or simi RNA DNA or whatever reproductive isolation. i just want to remain sane, or at least give me some semblance of sanity.
love,
the one who really cannot make it
dear american id.ol,
please keep mandisa and kelly in! i am rooting for them!
love,
your fan
dear SM*C window,
thank you for showing me the squirrel today. i will continue gazing out of that window as i wallow in self pity on saturday.
love,
the reference section traitor
dear egret,
thank you for letting me stand next to you for two minutes at the busstop. it was surreal. it made me feel human again.
love,
your birdbrain frennie
Episode 117: adventure, without risk, is disneyland
“It’s a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.”
+ W. Somerset Maugham
But i don’t know when to stop.
the loophole theory is really driving me fantastically mental.
i hate the haze, it makes my nose and eyes red. it…well…makes me hazy.
never eat medicine on an empty stomach. you would, ironically, live to regret it.
one more reason to like grapefruits, it has a cutey french name. pamplemousse. so adorable to say it in a squeaky high voice, bright eyes and a small flick of the ankle.
my wand doesn’t work. the essay is undone. release your inhibiitionssssssssssssss..about infectious and parasitic diseases that is…
i want to go back to malacca. just to eat that Baskin and Robbins ice cream again. twin berry cheescake. *smacks lips*
You Are an Espresso At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic
At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung
You drink coffee when: anytime you’re not sleeping
Your caffeine addiction level: high
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.5 You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, [a] you are there.9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
yay. You love me and I love You. perfecto.
Episode 116: tweedellldeee
yay. so excited to go on holiday! how liberating! so super de duper de fuper excited! happiness!
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Episode 115: in the secret, in the quiet place
Hello, world!
Why am i awake at the unearthly hour of 4.15am? because I am trying to justify going on a holiday this weekend, with three assignments due every week thereafter. hence the need to complete as much work as possible.
I am going delirious(!). tralalaalalalala.
i think third eye blind is semi-hynoptic.
currently listening:
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life, baby, baby
I want something else, I'm not listening when you say
Goodbye
taralalalalalalalalallalallalalal *waves the wand for essay to be written*
Episode 114: you’re always on my mind, you’re always on my mind
You know what dominates people’s minds when…your CG session on BGR takes 3.5 hours when the normal one is 2 hours.
You know you’re in an arts CG when the cgl asks, “what’s that F word” and you get “uh, friendly, friend, friendliness, freud, foucault?” [the F word was forgiveness. ah, we focus so much on christian values huh...].
You know you’re a true mugger when you’ve managed to get coffee stains on every single pretty article of clothing you have.
You know you and your ism partner have gone mad when you start talking about hiring henchmen, bringing vodka and buying cigars for the next meeting.
argh. damn you, population essay. i command you to write yourself. *waves some random wand*
Episode 113: killer fashion and kiddie flashers
munich was ghastly. i’ve never seen killings and sexploitations in such juxtaposition that i could have retched when the blood started spilling out of the girls lungs. it was some numbed version of Kill Bill.
the fashion was great though! the music! the cafes! the shades! the skirts! the oh-so-hot-eric-bana! arghs. i am a child of the seventies. make peas not war, and fart alot too.
today on the church’s shuttle bus on the way to church, i was flashed by a 5 year old boy, me dearie ru-el. highly disconcerting. i dont think i want to play with him anymore. *does a kiddie pout* *stamps foot*
me: oh look so cute, you have a mr incredible socks and a cutey robot bag and a moomoo on your tee shirt. oh look! garfield the fatty cat is smiling at me from your shoes.
ru-el: (obviously pleased with all his frennies) i got icecream man also! he is riding a bicycle. and he is also juggling manymany ice-cream cones.
me: uh. i don’t see any ice-cream man. you mean your clothes at home?
ru-el: noo jiejie, i am wearing now!!
me: uh, no?
ru-el: YESYESYES! see!
and then he just pulls down his pants in the middle of a bus. ah well. yes i saw the ice-cream man. arghs. flashed by a kid! flashed by a kid!
the funny thing was the llok of mortification on his mum’s face and his sister just sitting beside her, thinking it is the most normal thing on earth, to show other people your ice-cream men with the bicycle.
ah well. kids.
