goes to show how i need to blog another entry on JC students getting eating disorders.

p.s: i’m just kidding in case you serious ppl who don’t get laid don’t get it.

p.p.s: i’m just kidding about the not getting laid part.

p.p.p.s: see how i have to put disclaimers for every god dammed thing now?  

well there’s one reason for that: it just isn’t well, blog-worthy.

nonetheless, i shall make a feeble attempt to summarise the past month.

1. me, the clueless chick, takes three level 2 modules, one level 1 module and even one level 3 module in my very first semester. do note, most year 1s take start out with five level 1 modules. to put matters simply, what’s believed is that:

level 1 modules: idiot-proof

level 2 modules: might need abit of brain work

level 3 modules: you need to stop gaming in lectures and concentrate

level 4 modules: ho sey liao.

the reason for my cluelessness is due to my shaved off modules. yes, i get to graduate one semester early since i get to skip five modules. (hah, take that you JC-ers!)

so i was thinking gleefully to myself, since i get to skip the modules, i might as well take some of the harder modules first.

ambitious, i am.  

turns out, hey, it wasn’t such a bad choice afterall, because quite honestly, the level 2 and 3 modules aren’t all that hard.  

i suppose it’s the fear of venturing out of the norm that keeps the students tied to their "year 1, level 1 modules" mentality. yes, i’m talking about the JC peeps here.

i’m not being biased! 90% of them come from JCs anyway, so even if i were to randomly throw a poisoned dart around, the possibility of it hitting a kiasi JC student in the temple is relatively high.

but i digress.

 
so anyway, when some of the yr 2s and 3s in my level 2 and 3 modules knew i was the only freshman in class, they kept making funny eyes at me, with some going rather sarcastically, "wah, you very brave ah, i applaud your courage."

i would very much like to make them eat their sarcasm when i get my grades but i’ll have to wait till the end of the semester to do that, provided i do score well. -coughs-

2. more evidence to showcase the kiasi-ness of the JC peeps.

 
in one of my level 2 modules, my group mates were begging the facilitator to allow them a change in presentation time slots, because according to them, "this week i already have another presentation. the following week after that, i have a test. i’ll be very stressed!" -insert so-worried-i’m-about-to-cry look-

uhhh huh.

there’s a term known as "multi-tasking" in case you haven’t heard. besides, when you go out into the working world, what makes you think your boss gives a flying fuck if you have 3 presentations to make in a week?

once again, i am assuming they are JC peeps because like what i mentioned earlier, 90% of the people here are from there. besides, the people from JCs generally look less cool. -flips hair-

3. the people in Uni take their studies very seriously.  

or at least that’s what i can tell from my observations made in lectures.  

they’re all hunched over their desks copying notes furiously. even those with their laptops open, they’re either typing intently on their powerpoint decks, or on Word. imagine, no Facebook, no Twittering, no blogs, no MSN.  

sounds impossible isn’t it?

do note, in the one and a half month since i’ve started school, i’ve only noticed one, ONE, 1! student surfing ASOS during a lecture, and she wasn’t even a local student. she was from the exchange programme.

i must applaud her for her good taste though, the clothes she was bio-ing were all quite chio.

so while i was intially rather disturbed by this strange phenomenon, wondering if the problem lied with me instead, (why do i get this strange urge to constantly sms! read magazines! tweet! not concentrate!) i have now came to realize that just because you appear dilligent during lectures, this does not necessarily show in the quality of your brain.

why so? two main points:

the first, these students, they seem to be under a hypnotic trance once the lecturer starts speaking. in fact, i believe their personal mantra is "NO MATTER WHAT THE LECTURER SAYS, WHETHER IMPORTANT OR NOT, JUST COPY."

so even when the prof says something irrelevant, or unimportant, they’re still conscientiously scribbling away.

they often serve as a form of amusement for me when i get bored during lectures, so i’m not complaining.

second, when it comes to tutorials, you see the same students from above answering questions and sounding not-quite-so-smart.

and when the facilitator questions their reply, this dumbfounded look washes across their faces, following which they’ll extract their lecture notes from their hello kitty files and start frantically flipping through them.

their reactions are quite priceless, and too serve as a form of amusement for me when i get bored during tutorials, so i’m also not complaining.

but anyway, the point of point number 3 is to tell you that hey, i’m actually the normal one out there. -nods-

4. to date, i have yet to find a clubbing khaki in the form of Uni mates.

these people chiong home after classes, chiong to the nearby table during a break and chiong to print notes. how to be party animal when you’re a chao mugger?!  

5. i’m still a lost child and bloody lazy bum when it comes to public transport. 

every morning, i take the train to clementi station, afterwhich i cab it to school. not because i’m late, but because i still haven’t quite figured out where and which bus i should board in order to make my way to the arts faculty.

so just in case i do get lost and arrive late for classes, i should play it safe and take a cab instead, hor?

and that, is the thought process that goes through my head every single morning as i make my way to the taxi stand.  

6. my exams are in two weeks.

and i’m surprisingly calm.

maybe it’s cause the midterms only happen for two modules, and these are the relatively easier modules. so i should be able to do okay for them.

i think. -blinks-

7. i am now a readhead. 

er, yea.

not that this point has anything to do with Uni, but i sincerely believe by morphing into a redhead, my sex appeal has increased tenfolds.

just saying!  

i can’t help it!

a reader of this blog added me on msn tonight and as i chatted with him, i read through my archives and the more i read them, the more i realised, "hey eileen, actually you blog pretty fun entries what, thnk you can relive that again?" (yes i think in ahlian language, unfortunately)

i know, very shameless but hey, i’ve just recovered from a horrible bout of flu + sore throat, stomach flu cum food poisoning and now i’m clutching my tummy in pain from the period cramps. i deserve not to be modest after all that ordeal. *flips hair*

so yes, while i’ll still be posting the occasional picture entry at tumblr especially when i’m feeling whimsical and vague, i hereby announce that the blogging hiatus is over, and that

I’M BACK! 

now eat that.  

there, can you spot it?

initially i had inhibitions regarding this. i liked tumblr because it didn’t come with the comments function, so naysayers/kpos can’t bug me with "who’re you referring to here" questions.

but the blog does look a little lonely without comments, does it not?

anyway, i think i’ll probably be doing the bulk of my blogging there from now on, at least till i get my mojo for long entries back.

i always knew i was a short copy person. heh.  

it doesn’t like it if before its piss has dried, another dog comes along and pisses on that particular tree.

yet at the same time, the dog wants to move on to other trees and mark them as its territory.

it might be selfish of the dog, but it wants the tree to still be there, and still marking the scent of its pee if the dog wishes to turn back.

conclusion?

the dog deserves to be shot.

and perhaps, the tree chopped down. 

seems like an idiotproof way to record one’s thoughts, even if they’re just one-liners.

you see, the problem i have with this blog is that there’s simply too much white space. so if i were to just post a five sentence entry, i’ll feel msvindicta.blogsome.com didn’t deserve that short an entry.

like now.

so how? should i? 

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edit:

decided to jump the gun and get one.

msvindicta on tumblr

it’s more of a mini-blog of my thoughts that are very watered down though, not so much a full-fledged blogging machine.

if you want to dig into eileen’s brain for her thoughts throughout the day (besides on twitter and plurk of course), you can keep a lookout for updates over there. they should be pretty frequent. (i’ll be posting this link permanently on my sidebar)

and yes, i do realise i am working on one too many social media platforms .

/edit. 

now do note, i haven’t seen or talked to him for more than a year although he has been reading my blog frequently.

the first thing he tells me is, "whoa, you party alot ah?"

*coughs*

now let me make this clear, i do not!

my debaucharies are only limited to my weekly visits to wala wala, and the occasional drinking at st james.

but because of my work, these days, i’m more open to visiting new clubs since i need the research.

and yes, i’m also aware the above statement is very politically correct.  

but yes, the reason why i’m mentioning this is cause i’ve got party pictures to put up!

this was from the hennessy artistry event at lunar where the amps were playing. our darling cakie managed to get tickets for us!

there were a lot more pictures than the 10 i’m putting up but of course i’ve picked the less incriminating ones, or at least the ones which don’t have thiang captioning me under "CLEAVAGE".

a pretty small portion of the drinks that night. i think i downed a glass of long island tea, two glasses of illusion and countless glasses of chivas.

the following are all camwhore pictures for your viewing pleasure. 

we were attempting a look-at-one-another’s-boobs-shot.

things didn’t turn out too well after we all headed to zouk after lunar though so not too much on that!

so yes, this is just one out of the many nights i actually spend at home writing articles, meeting friends for serious chats and thinking about the meaning of life. 

seriously, i’m not a party girl.

besides, i haven’t mastered the art of chatting up bouncers to get free entry into clubs.

yet.

to those whom i’ve spoken to, i’ve given all of you the same answer: i simply got bored.

it’s a weird phenomenon, cause this was what happened with the previous ex too.

we get along fine for about a year, then suddenly, the love dissipates overnight.

you don’t anticipate meeting him anymore, don’t want to even. you have no urge to text him, kiss him, have physical contact.  

of course with the previous ex i went along pretending gamingly for a much longer period because i was young then, and quite oblivious.  

this time round, it didn’t feel good lying to him, so i tried to end it quickly, and as much as possible, painlessly.

it really does seem like the problem lies with me, since i’m the one who gets oh-so-bored easily, but some friends claim otherwise, quipping it’s the guys i pick.

oh well, in any case, i’m probably going to remain single for a while.

i hope!

"and you do know you’re being very politically correct right?"

"well, it seems like that’s almost the right thing to say after ending a relationship."

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 it’s been an amazing one year with you.

i’ve changed, i’ve learnt, and i’ve loved.

and now we let go.  

and because too many things happened, i’m gonna do this in point form.

as usual.

- clubbing at st james day before birthday.

- couldn’t find a table, have to resort to acting coy to middle-aged men in hopes of sharing their tables

- realised there’s a disgusting amount of old ppl at st james on friday nights.

- manages to find a table.

- runs off to the dancefloor. 

- boyfriend got drunk, ruok got drunk.

- got picked up by two creeps, one was very touchy-feely, the other kept sniffing my hair and whispering the lyrics of pussycat dolls’ "don’t cha" into my ear.

- got creeped out by his "i know you want me, i know you do" and cynthia helped me chase him away.

- gave the first creep a fake mobile number. 

- boogied till club closed. 

- spent my birthday with the boyfriend cause it was our anniversary too! (smart boy eh? just have to give me one gift for two significant events. )

- planned to head to the zoo then have a picnic but lousy weather made us call that off

- boyfriend cooked up a storm; pasta, mushroom soup and chawanmushi while i snoozed

- snuggling in front of the tv, anthony bourdain, plenty of love

- i am 20 and i’ve been with the boyfriend for a year! 

- thursday at wala = shirlyn returns from new york!

- tiong, ruok and the rest paotohed me by telling the band it was my birthday and screaming "eileen! headlights!" unanimously.

- the band ends up singing happy birthday to me and addressing it to headlights while making me stand on a stool.

- the whole of wala knows i’m "headlights".

- shirlyn says i’m small everywhere else but there.

- i don’t know where to hide my face.

- i go to the toilet and there are strangers saying, "happy birthday, headlights!" 

- i come back and tiong orders a waterfall.

- i suck up the waterfall.

- DPL and r3g buys me a huge-ass mug of konig.

- i suck up the konig.

- someone passes me a glass of vodka lime.

- i suck up a bit of it.

- ginger and gingerbreadman buy me a cake.

- i blow out the candles.

- 20 mins later, i feel woozy.

- the rest of the night i spent rushing in and out of the toilet at wala, puking my guts out.

- cynthia and ruok carry (literally) me out of wala and into a cab.

- ruok sends me home, i puke at the void deck.

- i enter my room, throw my stuff on the ground, climbed onto my bed and promptly fell asleep with my makeup, contacts and accessories still on.

- i wake up the next morning and puke the night’s dinner out, twice.

- i made the startling realisation that it’s the most i’ve ever puked in a day - 9. (yes, even in the past with the ED. power huh?) 

- i spend my last day at work with a hangover.

so yes, all in all, although it doesn’t sound like it,   i had an awesome birthday.

thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, (there’re too many names and i’m too lazy to list out all of you!  you know who you are) and gifts.

and though i don’t look like i’m 20 and i certainly don’t feel like i’m 20, fact is, i am.

oh well, just got to suck it up, like i do with most other things.

happy 20th to me!