337: and where are the deep shelters?

I have been probably pushing myself too hard. There are things that I don’t need to do, but I have been doing them anyway. This includes stupid things like reading articles and cross-referencing them, putting in citations in my own paper that cite this article which cited that article on this page under this footnote, and drawing an insane number of mindmaps for that last International Company Law exam just so I would remember everything, which I didn’t, in the end. The last three weeks have been crazy and mad, and I’d like to say I’ve barely had time to think, but the truth is I’ve been thinking a lot (and maybe too much), and I don’t like what I come up with. Everything I write does not make sense, now that I read it again, and even though I passed my exam, I am still somewhat unhappy with the results. I want to do well, even if I don’t have to, and this bugs me. Am I asking for too much?

321: somewhere he opens the window

Ever since I’ve been in London, my left knee has been hurting more and more. It hurt when I cycled, it hurt when I was walking around London, and it hurt especially when I was standing around in the National Gallery trying not to look awkward shifting my weight around. Now when I lie down, I can’t sleep properly because there’s a dull ache in my knee that doesn’t go away unless I leave it straight.

Bleh. I really need a bolster to prop my leg up. Is it because of the cold? My left ankle is hurting like shit, too, but then again, I twisted it twice in Italy. I thought it was because I was wearing slippers, but I twisted it twice again wearing boots in London. So it’s just me being clumsy or something. Weak joints suck.

To everyone who’s been worrying, sorry. I’m coping the best I can, really.

294: youth’s like diamonds in the sun

 

So many adventures couldn’t happen today

So many songs we forgot to play

So many dreams swinging out of the blue

We’ll let them come true

292: go out and get her

I’ve been sick for the past few days… guess the heat has finally gotten to me. I went to Ikea on Sunday with J and felt like shit after eating my meatballs (hmmm, I don’t think it had anything to do with the meatballs, though), so I went home, and I’ve just been sleeping my days away because the medicine knocks me right down again every time I wake up to take it. My mum is now worried sick (ha, ha) that I’m going to fall ill and die by myself over there, but I suppose everyone who goes overseas goes through that. 

In any case, I managed to get a flight to Amsterdam on SQ! Hooray for the nice person who decided to free up his reservation :D 

Also, we are going to Munich for Oktoberfest! I checked the train tickets and it seems pretty reasonable… if I buy a pass. Even though it takes 7-9 hours to get to Munich from Amsterdam. Still, it’s an overnight train, so I can take it at night and arrive in the morning. We are currently looking for one more person to share accommodation with, though. That is, if you don’t mind staying in a caravan (and it’s only 99 euros per night! That works out to… less than 25 euros per person per night.) Current parties involved include me, J and Kenneth. If anyone’s interested (preferably someone all three of us know… but if not, we can work something out), you can leave a comment here and I’ll get back to you! Accommodation is in very very very short supply (as I have found out, the hard way).

I’ve been watching Nodame Cantabile; it’s pretty good! The girl annoys me less than she should, she is very pretty, and her dress sense is kind of cute. I want her boots, but her Japanese accent is very irritating. I guess Tamaki Hiroshi makes up for it…

290: yummy yummy yummy

I don’t understand why I’m hungry all the time these days. I’m not eating as much as I was when I was in Japan, but that’s normal, isn’t it? Who eats four meals a day? So why am I still so hungry? I do not understand.

I think my house may be running out of food. Hunger pangs are shitty. 

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I have discovered I have nothing to buy for Holland because I already have about 356456 winter coats in varying lengths. Except that they are all black but I can live with that. But I need socks. And tights which are not footless. And preferably not black or brown or some boring colour. WHERE DO I FIND THESE? TELL ME!

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In other news I just watched the first part of the CTKTIIYOU DVD. Oh my god. I want to be there right now. The 2008 tour has started and the reports are coming in, and I am feeling rather sad. 

The atmosphere during a live show is really different, huh? I felt like that at the 伍佰 concert. After The Eagles I couldn’t stop smiling. And even Eric Clapton, which was woefully short, left me high. 

GLASTONBURY AWAITS! Next summer baby.

 

284: photo blues

Randomly, I am getting annoyed with the lack of good, free photo hosting sites. Does anyone have any suggestions? I need:

1) Nice layout

2) Slideshow feature

3) Unlimited photo storage

4) Preferably easily uploadable

5) Can be shared publicly without people having to sign up/be emailed, i.e. the URL can just be given

6) FREE

I uploaded 225 photos onto snapfish only to realise that I have to email people to share my pictures. Which is not what I want because it is so troublesome. ROAR. Someone please help me :(

245: saturday wait, and sunday always comes too late

Just in case you all thought my life was very exciting, let me bring us all back to the plane of reality.  Which is that: 

• I have not stepped out of my house today, did not have lunch, and had Macs da-bao-ed for dinner – except at 9.30pm to drive back to school and get my bloody Constitutional Law textbook out of my pigeonhole. 
• And drive back. 
• And after all this time, I am still at question 3. 
• And my grammar is shot to hell because I keep starting sentences with “And”. 
• And despite not having any prior injuries on the area, my knee really hurts like fuck. Also, my right wrist cracks ominously whenever I move my hand from the keyboard to the trackpad and back. 
• And that the sole highlight of my day has been to finish the last pack of Wasabi Steamed Potato Crackers that I have in my larder, and realize that instead of the usual 5 in the pack, I have 6! SIX!

 

I have cheated the evil manufacturers of an extra 1mm thin biscuit! I rule.   

Naturally I spent most of the day lusting after bags I cannot afford. 

 

241: something good will come my way!

Things that don’t bear thinking about:

Why I am going back to school tomorrow.

Why my knee is suddenly acting up and hurting like a bitch today. I can’t bend it or walk properly. WHY?

Why I have a really bad and horrible throat.

Why my attempts to eat Penang Laksa at Jalan Bukit Merah have failed. Thrice.

Why that Miu Miu bag is so expensive.
(US$285 on eBay, ending today!!! If I weren’t so broke, it’d be mine, for my birthday. Hint.)

But.

My timetable this year is pretty sweet.

After more than a year, I’ve decided what I should name my car. And in the name of spontaneity, I present to you Judy Bloom!

We are going to get our asses on the dean’s list this year.

219: it’s just like me…

… to go fall sick 3 days before an exam.

bah.

147: i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell

there are times when i get so sick of the taste of medication that i feel like throwing up everytime it goes halfway down my throat and leaves its bitter, chemical taste there. and i don’t know why — normally i don’t have such an aversion to paracetamol, but lately it’s been tasting horrible. twice out of six times i’ve swallowed a pill and ended up throwing up everything i’ve eaten before that, only to have to down another dose so that my fever will go down. yesterday it reached unprecedented heights at night (38.5deg), despite trying to reassure the bf that i was alright (and foolhardy enough to want to go to school in the afternoon), but when i got up after a nap to take a cold shower because my body was so warm, i nearly fainted in the shower stall and stumbled out blindly and promptly collapsed on the bed. seeing as my mother is out of town visiting my dad i don’t know what i’d do without him. eugh. i hate feeling helpless, especially when i have a mountain of legal theory to study by tuesday in order that i don’t fail or something. sigh.

We are the clumsy passersby,
we push past each other with elbows,
with feet, with trousers, with suitcases,
we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down
in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats.
We are all guilty, we are all sinners,
we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace,
this might be our last clean shirt,
we have misplaced our tie,
yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous,
sons of bitches who move in the highest circles
or quiet types who don’t owe anything to anybody,
we are one and the same, the same in time’s eyes,
or in solitude’s: we are the poor devils
who earn a living and a death working
bureautragically or in the usual ways,
sitting down or packed together in subway stations,
boats, mines, research centers, jails,
universities, breweries,
(under our clothes the same thirsty skin),
(the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).

- Pablo Neruda

133: she’s a brick and i’m drowning slowly

hello– it’s been a while. it’s one of those rare times there is a break in between the week, which is mostly hellish: a memorial due on saturday (not done), crim law presentation on friday (not done), a contract law essay thingum due tomorrow afternoon (done), and moots are coming up over the course of the next few weeks, after which the exams beckon once again. strangely enough (or not), i don’t look forward to it in the slightest.

in other news, i seem to have developed an almost fanatical craving for macdonald’s fries (once again). it must be because i read that foodie confidential article at the back of sunday lifestyle about this japanese chef that loves macdonald’s fries to death because nowhere else do they make it as consistently as they do, even though it may be industrially-made and processed, etc. anthony bourdain says even gourmet chefs have plebeian tastes; and if you ever ask somebody what they’d like to eat for their last meal, it’s never ‘the tasting menu at the french laundry’, it’s more likely to be ‘my mother’s cooking’ or whatnot. in addition to fries, the desire for rice seems to be burning. i keep staring at pictures of risotto (with roast pumpkin and roquefort) on the internet and feel utterly devastated that palm sunday seems (still) to be ages away.

i need to stop talking about food. law bash is tomorrow– law ball is the week after, and then moots. meanwhile i seem to have this never-ending cough. maybe it never ends because i keep forgetting to take medicine, even though it’s safely encased in a plastic bag with a spoon in my bag 24/7. and then i think to myself, what a wonderful world.