Strangers

I'm just testing to see if this blog still works. I haven't blogged here forever. But I want to keep it, because I will develop it later on.

Peace & Love

Because of the colour tint of the window, it always looked like the sky is cloudy outside the computer room.

The lawful office sat solemnly across the street, with a highway of cars streaming down between them. People walk up and down the long, slopy road. It illuminated the corner of a garden city in london.

No, I am preparing for my exam. 

Early after i got dropped off and arrived at uni to study some film theory for the exam.

The computer science room is renowned for being closed down during exam breaks. But the light was on today and i went in as someone opened the door.  I was the only girl in there with all the other fifteen or twenties students being guys - for some reason, and mostly middle-eastern. I was like ok.

Then i went to the bathroom and came back, found that i was locked outside. Or rather my stuffs (bags and books and sht) were locked inside. Not wanting to waste time i smashed the door. Twice. The third time some of those laughing guys (not at me) opened the door and went out and i slid back in.

That sort of activitiy make people feel like they are discussing terrorist plans. Plus the A/C in the compsci room make the whole thing very airplane-like.

I think they were studying for exams, too. 

It's really about time i quit gaming.

Gaia is not addictive but simply too busy.  

Five days til my exam (just because it is so bloody close; Nov 1st, 2nd and 3rd) and i ain't even really starting to sweat yet. Not that i don't feel prepared, but something's wrong with the picture. Even kids who smoke are alarmed.

I think i gotta lie to myself that this exam prep content is interesting.

Man. This is teenage habituation?

Babies only "review" things if they are dehabituated. Not fair. 

According to what we learn in psychology, this mode of writing in my blog means im schizophrenic. Because there are fragments in my expressions of thoughts. Bloody hell, you either call this art because i can still be sane if i want to. But do i want to?

And also, we learn this in psychology:

"They fuck you up your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats

Man hands misery on to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself."

~ P. Larkin, 1988 (British Poet Laureate)

1988, the year i was born and many others. 

Please do not sue the lecturer. He is actually nicer than this. 

3p.m, we all lived one hour less.

Good luck.

Finally get to hand in all the assignments and essays and sht. Mixed up the essays. And then later walking down to Queens to buy Cristine a b-day gift, i saw Tingfish this morning and she met chris too, and told me that she has become a lessie. Congrats! I should get her to go to uniQ. At least to laugh there. And then felt alarmed when she said she studies if she don't go to class. I feel like i shouldn't be playing around in Queens anymore.

But I slept at 5am yesterday. And we had breakfast at McDs :)

But today i gotta take the bus home by myself coz chris and his family are going out for dinner and i dont finish till 6pm. Yup, home alone.. nobody knows where i lives.

Gotta run now.

And yes i will study. Fear cannot touch me.... :p

It's a rare raining day in Auckland so everything seems a bit more dramatic than normal days.

Routine events congregate by themselves. A sense of rush and electrifying passion and determination fuelled the remaining two three assignments im working on.

It's almost 2 o'clock. I have three hours ticking.

Looking for a job is always something that replaces study in a different context in life, as if the main thing really isn't assignments anymore. Because "work" is redifined.

And I'm short on money. I really don't know if i have anymore to give away.

They say, in the end, you always have something to give.

Then H suddenly called telling me apparently K found out something. This is sudden.

I don't know what she found out, or how she found out, or when she found out.

But really, it's none of my business anymore....

The world is full of memories.

Hostels sleeping next to the university seem more inviting in the rain. It just lightning and thundered.

Words vanish in the air.

Man today is liek one of the gayiest days ever. 

A potential of gettin a C-grade essay due in 9mins. I dunno if i could run across tht street to the HSB building fast enuf to hand it in.

Uni computer crashed twice. Wouldn't let me open the file, or print, or transfer my printing money.

So i had to use someone else's login.

And then download my file through that account. It was so gay coz i can't believe that knowing someone else's account can actually come in handy for dueing assignments.

And then 5min before i was rushing mad the Starbucks people called saying i can get a job there and do i want to? The reception was real bad.... i was like fuck this yea i want tht job.... but you call me the wrong place at the wrong time woman!!

Even more gayly another person called up to tell me yes you can work as a call center rep like you did before and asked a whole bunch of enthusiasm-related questions before deciding to MAYBE hire me.. ==  i had get tht call on the car with shaun and chris and this other random guy in it, coz we were heading to Middlemore hospital for chris's grandad who had problems, and my cellphone went dead and gave her the wrong landline number etc etc etc WHAT A COW....

BUT two job opportunities in a day.. money is coming....

Chris wanna borrow $200 for his new laptop. Sure ^^

I got blocked on msn...... 

Freak!!!!

All about fluid intelligence

All about academic work

All about emotions

All about success

All about money and class

All about life......

Born to live the life, Die to live the life. 

My eyes are blurrd.