the crowning movie moment (expression courtesy of Benny boy) was him giving the devil the finger on his way to heaven, aw mannn that was classic, just classic. The ending was extremely well thought out, if he were to go to heaven, it'll be a let down since it would be somewhat passe besides if he were to become an angel/'half breed' or whatever he would have a major role reduction as he wouldn't be allowed to directly be involved with humans, simply influence them with subliminal messages *rolls eyes* (now how anti climatic would that be) lest his ass gets deported back from doing otherwise.

but if there's any time that that I would want a ciggie more than ever, it would have been solely cause Constantine, that would defeat the entire purpose of the movie won't it. heh
blasphemous as it may sound, pity I can't get some supposedly 'higher powered' being to dig out all the fatty desposits that are slowly but steadily clogging my already condemned coronary arteries, whilst they're at it could they purify/cleanse/detox my foie gras-ed liver? it would be much appreciated.. very much so.
think it's rather unfair for whoever who needs a liver transplant and end up with mine should my life be tragically and unexpected shortened (now how cheesy can that cliche phrase get?)
seriously they would be better off with their own one..

[be a organ donor today! and no it's no propaganda, but seriously what use would you have for your organs when you're dead right? don't let your perfectly good organs just decompose along with ya, when you know that you would have given someone 'new life' sheesh how cheesy does that sound,
wait but that's not the point, even when you're dead you're still helping and to that organ recipient you're putting an end to his misery instead of letting his family wait in fearful anticipation, looking at their loved one wilt anyway in front of their very eyes his condition deterioating, how can you live with yourself? wait that didn't come out right, you're dead by then, but ARGH shut up san, you know what i mean anyway.]
signing up for organ donation's gonna be the first thing i do when i hit 18, besides pop down to a bar and order my first hmmm.. magarita/cosmopolitian/metropolitan LEGALLY! gonna slap my id on the bar with much relish and savour my first legal drink ha, damn crave to have a blue margarita from harry's on my birthday but i'll settle for something else till july when i'm back whoop!

01:15

since it's easter and quite a handful of people are putting entries pertaining to our lord's resurraction and CHOCOLATE, (nah the chocolate bit's just me but i LOVE chocolate, can you buy me some chocolate?)
today out of pure unadultared boredom (i had even resorted to doing the first out of 15 more unbearably tortourous pages of my econometrics 'holiday' excel ICK assignment, now how bored do you think i was? anybody want to do my stats homework for me? i'll be eternally indebted to you..)
anyhoo i was compelled to flip through the union magazine that was slowly but happily collecting dust under the letter tray of my desk, there was this article entitiled 'that jesus consipracy' where the author delves into the fact and fiction behind controversy friendly book the da vinci code and the holy blood and the hold grail..

Well thankfully in psychology there's supposedly there's the good looking 'trio' of psychology lecturers and tutors that are WOAH, from what i hear totally swoon worthy even by my standards..
oh please oh please oh please may i get one of them next term haha, at least that would make sure i won't be skipping any lectures not like i would anyway.. econometrics on the other hand.. *shudder*
you know what maybe i should have dropped marketing so i wouldn't have to go through the mind numbing econometrics leaving me with 2 open electives then i can really study and enjoy ancient history and art history.. damn..
so many subjects so little time..

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You scored as Gucci.

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Chanel		87%
DKNY		83%
Anna Sui		83%
Abercrombie & Fitch		67%
Tommy Hilfiger		67%
Dior		67%
Burberry		58%
Louis Vuitton		58%
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21:31

You scored as Verbal/Linguistic. You have highly developed auditory skills, enjoy reading and writing and telling stories, and are good at getting your point across. You learn best by saying and hearing words. People like you include poets, authors, speakers, attorneys, politicians, lecturers and teachers.

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Verbal/Linguistic 96% Intrapersonal 86% Interpersonal 82% Musical/Rhythmic 79% Visual/Spatial 75% Bodily/Kinesthetic 75% Logical/Mathematical 32% The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences created with QuizFarm.com

19:47

so my subjects for this semester are as follows:

• ECONOMETRICS
  ick, I've a great lecturer who makes classes relatively interesting but the subject is SO boring stats, stats, stats and even more stats along with analysis and how to interpret them all day long, but what can I do, can't drop it cause, sadly, it's a pre-requisite for marketing :(
  
  but I really hate my tutorials it's whole 2 hours of doing nothing but excel (which I HATE WITH AVENGENCE!) to complicate matters future my stupid tutor speeds through it faster Superman competing against a speeding bullet and no one can catch him, computer geeks included.. I HATE ECONOMETRICS!! Even studying Chinese was more fun even with a teacher who was on a one woman crusade to make my life miserable whilst attempting to study Chinese.
  
  
  
• MARKETING!
  the first of my double majors, and the unit of study I really wanna do, that's why I have to suffer through econometrics, but after today's 2 hour excel workshop and the looming future of 17 more excel workshops, I think I might have to reconsider about marketing, just hate econometrics way too much :(
  
  otherwise I can't say anything bad about the subject, I can happily BS my way through besides since I shop so unbelievably much, (the fellas can attest to that) I know what consumers want haha
  I hope for our assessment on following an established company to see how it's marketing strategies, plans and whatever else has worked for them.. *hopes really hard for Tiffany's* then at least I can have a legit excuse to obsesses about it and if I strike jackpot hopefully spend there too, then it is testimony to how successful Tiffany has been in marketing their products
  
  
• HUMAN RESOURCE/INDUSTRIAL RELATIONS and INTERNATIONAL STUDIES
  another stupid freaking goddamn compulsory subject *curse curse swear swear* if the 2 hour long lectures were at least half as interesting as marketing ones, I wouldn't start spacing out 45 mins into the lecture, or start doodling, figuring out anagrams (an anagram which is a reverse spelling of a word and itself spells a proper word is semordnilap, an example would be dog and God, and a slightly more elaborate one is
  'Yo, Jesus, use joy', cool eh) or try to convert my name into an ambigram, which I pathetically succeeded but only as san..
  (did you know that John Langdon created the ambigrams - illuminati, wind, earth, fire and water for Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and thus the main charater of his books was named Langdon after him.. bet you never knew that)
  ok being the bo liao freak I am I did the ambigram of san on paint so now it's a link above my tag board, now you see what people can achieve when they're bored out of their mind, I'll try something more elaborate on Monday again
  
  
• POLITICAL ECONOMY AS A SOCIAL SCIENCE
  the second of my double major, (people think I'm suicidal by taking two majors esp when these 2 subjects are already very heavy by themselves)
  my lecturer is this nice oldish man who's a bit of a loony very grand daddy material, better not let him see that or God knows what would happen to me, but he's really so nice, since he wrote our textbooks and gets 10% from the sales, he returned us the 10% upon showing that we had bought the books, SHO nice right? Yeah he believed that he shouldn't really make money off first years and if to subsidize the cost of our books to further our education and hopefully continue political economy in our second and third years, so be it. He's so nice, looks a tad like roald Dahl, hmmmm maybe that's why he's my fave lecturer
  
  
• PSYCHOLOGY
  my faculty was giving me so much trouble about me wanting to exceed a standard semester of 24 credit point by overloading with an additional subject; they scoffed when I said psychology, more so it as my 2nd major with political economy as my minor,
  well they being such rigid asses are not letting me take psychology 101, FINE then I'm already taking it next term. SSSSSSSOOOOOO I'm actually benefiting from that, so now I'm just crashing all 4 of the 101 lectures, as well as year 3 lectures AND I asked very the uni tutor very nicely if I could sit in for his tutorials and he happily welcomed me to.
  as i have a really convient timetable, since i have thursday off which coincidentally is when most of the psych lectures are on and i usually finsh classes in the same lecture theathre that psych would be right after, i don't even have to get out of my seat, how lucky can i get?
  so basically I go for the standard psych year 1 semester 1 AND year 3 lectures, go for tutorials; don't have to sit for exams or tests or pass up homework, have the option of missing the very boring parts of psych, like the history and philosophy of psych, and and and the best thing is I DON"T HAVE TO PAY FOR ANYTHING AT ALL!!
  HA IN YOUR FACE!
  so I don't miss anything in fact with me going for the year 3 lectures, which I actually understand perfectly (see? being geeky discovery channel, book reading me has eventually paid off!) I'm well ahead of everyone else :)

22:43

swear my ass feels like dropping off!
argh went for rowing try outs today at 5 bloody am! Our AGM (it's formal college meeting) lasted for more than 3 hours ending at the ridiculous time close to 10 the insanely stupid thing was they didn't need us freshers as we couldn't vote for the house positions so why keep us there for an additional hour just to scream and threaten us every so often to 'shut the hell up'

then I was on the phone for almost an hour with a senior trying to finalize my subjects as I was planning to overload my standard 24 credit points with a triple major in psychology, yeah yeah I'm an overacheiver, but seriously I would really excel in psychology since I'm since a closet geek who has practically spent her whole pathetic life reading and watching anything that has to do with the workings of the human mind particularly the difference the female and male workings
and not to mention I also specialise in screwing around with other people's mind, (many can attest to that, HA I'll really be dangerous with a major in that, you have been warned!)

though it was more or less a given than I would be made Cox
(is that how you spell it, oh I don't know and don't quite care)
the prerequisites are
-well below 50k
-pretty much goddamn loud
-small; I rather be called petite thank you very much anyhoo was labelled 'pixie sized' by the coach, so now I'm called pixie by some girls.. would you consider that to be an improvement from ditzy which was a spin off dezzy (I want to name my daughter desiree so I can call her dezzy, stupid I know, but C'mon IT"S ME we're talking about.)

anyhoo back to how rowing went, basically my ass hurts more than anything, your arms back legs are supposed to hurt, not ASS!!
my poor bum was screaming bloody murder when we had to do 1 km sprint on the rowing machine, I know I know, can hear you all going, chey only 1km, but you try being so small sized you have to two thirds more work than the average ang moh as they've um longer bodies in comparison to me
so yep, clocked in a time of 5min1 sec, it's pretty good ok! didn't even have to do the 1 km sprints since the Cox sits there and happily bosses everyone else around and controls the direction of where the boat goes
sigh sitting on the pontoon at the obscure part of the harbour watchin the sunrise and fresh air, i won't bother describing it,
just image how it is to be on the water right before daybreak to witness and truly appreciate the sunrise, the fresh sea breeze, soft lapping of the waves against the boat hull..
should i try to describe it'll be laden with cliches but cliches always say it the best :)

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BACKDATING

Yeah listing down the several highlights of when i was back.. Sorry la, know i haven't updated in ages, but i will soon enough ok, well entertain yourself for the time being with this crappily long entry then!


Let's just fast forward to the approaching end of January, was reluctant to attend Roy's belated birthday party for more reasons than one. Primarily, I was quite knackered (means really worn out if you didn't already know) - had spent the better part of the day at sea helping out with the opti class (I just adore kids) then immediately rushed to church by the time service was done it was slightly past 7 and the party was due to begin at around 730, hardly had any time later at home to decide what to wear. It then struck me that I had not gotten a present for the host. I've been brought up to always to bring a 'little something' when visiting people's homes for more formal occasions. Thankfully, island creamery (it's a local gourmet ice cream place) was on the way home and picked up 2l of their specialty flavors that Roy fancied.

Great, now even less time to decide what to wear. Hey not my fault I'm a narcissist, at least I'm honest :P about it. So was rushing round my room in a frantic hurried state, pulling up outfit after outfit with matching accessories, my bro was rather amused, dare I say intrigued, at the rituals girls go though when getting ready to go, boy, he should really witness a girl going through ridiculous amount of hassle when getting ready for dates instead.
Well I'm prepping him for the near future when he's gonna grow up to be a heartbreaker. What can I say, I'm really proud of my brother, without a doubt I adore him. Finally decided on my current fave ensemble after trying on 4 different get ups - the black satin silk v neck and this super pretty deep pale lemon yellow layered skirt, and the funkyfied pink pearls Kim got me from London. Couldn't be bothered to style my hair, why can't my hair always be how it is at 3, 4 am when it naturally falls so gorgeously, no point of having stunningly styled do when no one's gonna see it! Maybe I should follow a geisha and sleep upright with nothing but a gently curving stick with a small hard block attached for the neck for support, it did maintain their tediously elaborate hairdos even if it did cause them much discomfort and major loss of sleep. Nah, comfort before fashion, well for most instances that is, *smiles*. Why do I always digress?

Ok back to me finally finishing getting ready by 820 which come to think of it, I didn't really look as good as I could have. Oh well what's done is done, can't change it. You would think I had rushed out of the house in record time, being tardy and all, but when I was bout to leave I spotted on the table a tantalizing steak fillet, medium rare more to the rare side, of course. I HAD to eat it, couldn't resist when it was beaconing to me, oh heck, if I'm already running late what's a few more minutes. Polished off the steak in enough time to appreciate a good cut of beef that was so well cooked. shall not describe the events of my taxi ride to his place, just know we got lost getting to his place, his house is insanely tucked away, really a good 2 km walk from the main road, really can't blame the driver, man.

Finally arrived at his place at 850, if others were late, I must be very fashionable. (ok you don't get the clever wit behind that, do you? forget it). Sheepishly entered the drive way, said a brief hello to the eldest brother, Aaron as he was maneuvering his convertible into an available lot. Was at a loss of words when stepped into the garden/front yard, they've got their own huge in-built stone double rowed barbeque pit that I would describe at very least obscene, spanning about 4m hello? It's even got its own little straw shelter above it. Then was warmly welcomed and introduced to the other guests, then abruptly abandoned by the host to my own devices, wanted to sit with sharm and jo, the only people I knew at this predominantly AC party, but their table was packed, so retreated to an available seat at the stone row at the bbq, so there I was, me! Of all people, sitting there all alone quietly stuffing myself with meat, had not expected the ribs and steak to be so tough. Nevertheless, I entertained myself with meat meat and more meat, though I have to admit the belly pork/ bacon was delicious, tasted just like expensive cut gourmet 'bah kua' yummers! :). The rest of the youngish adults at the table then invited me to join in their conversation. Not before long, jojo popped pit of nowhere and insisted I join her at her table which was now empty, I protested as they were in the midst of explaining the process of home brewing. She carried my meat piled plate (ok I know it's disgusting but I had 4 servings by then) to her table, leaving me with little choice but follow obediently.

Her table was tucked in the little corner of lush palm tree like plants under those classic street lamps of old London, instantly recognized Audrey, my AEP senior, did the usual hug and French check kissing hello. Introduction to the rest of those left at the table, starting clockwise Steph, Tim, Jojo, moi, Audrey and Reiner. Don't know how my unusually high alcohol tolerance came up, all I recall was reciting the list of what I had consumed at Rouge, though I failed to mention I threw up the 4 sour whiskeys straight up right after downing them cause I hated the acrid taste of it, (other alcohol I'm fine with, just not the taste of sour whiskey,) as well as poking fun of myself awarding myself the moniker 'raging alcoholic', which unfortunately would be how many would remember me as. Ha that makes it sound like i've die heh heh heh..

Then Roy appeared out of nowhere bearing a bottle of Bacardi with a stack of shot glasses, with my reputation as a rather impressive drinker of hardcore alcohol preceding me, I was given double the amount of the others for the first 2 round of shots. Later he left the bottle, (bad idea ;) hah ) and so it was, Reiner and I had several Bacardi shots followed by absolut vanilla, think had bout 7 "officical" *does the lil finger inverted comma thing* shots in total that night, which falls short of my usual number. If you could serve time for abusing any part of yourself, I could be doing life for binge liver abuse. Still was wholly sober though, bit more relaxed though, contentedly picking and eating what must have been my hundredth piece of rainbow keuh whilst Steph and Reiner were talking bout killing Reiner for I don't know what, then I chipped in saying that it definitely had to be slow, painful and oh so tortuous death, then he replied in jest 'Marry me, la!' and I accepted his marriage proposal, so it was for the night we pretended to be this married couple even with all the married couple banter. In front of everyone at the table I declared that I had him trapped in my clutches and would spend his money living a totally indulgent, excessively lavish and decadent lifestyle of a modern young tai tai, shopping all day long raking up massive credit bills for him, and by 24 I would leave him taking a hefty monthly alimony thus bankrupting and taking whatever else property he has. And after all that, using my impressive acting and mind manipulating skills, I'll emerge as the poor victim of Reiner's entrapment (ie our marriage) who wasn't compensated enough for the damage he has inflicted upon dear defenceless ever innocent moi.. Aren't I such a darling ha.
The night continued with upfront fun flirtation with my supposed hubby to be, though I was to learn later it was to Roy's disparagement.

An hour was spent by everyone else taking rather crass lesbian, gay, mass orgy photos, which I adamantly wanted no part in. I'm sorry, open minded as I may be I had disdain for such pictures. Deja Vu, was back to sitting by myself eating even more rainbow keuh and discretely sneaking a couple of shots in between. Then was happily entertained once again when my 'honey bun' initiated another round of shots. And as it would every party at a house with a pool, the guest and other more sporting people would be unceremoniously dumped in against their wishes. Unmerciful dragging, fervently vigorous cursing and viciously struggling ensued as several poor unsuspecting victims were tossed in. Note only guys were tossed in as there's this unwritten rule that you can't dump girls into the swimming pool without their consent even more so if they were in skirts.

Later through the night, the party started to mellow out with most leaving around midnight. Then was given a tour of his house, the living rooms were very erm.. baroque to say the very least, VERY formal family potraits lining the walls, and his mom has CRAPLOADS of shoes, i aspire to get as many, of course quality comes first before quantity :) i always say. Can't be bothered to describe the rest, i'm too lazy, c'mon look how long this entry already is!!


Somewhere along during the party whilst i was left to my own devices, was snooping around downstairs and chanced upon their art book collection which isn't very shabby, and Roy's family being indonesian and all they had a book on Gunawan. For those that are going, HUH? WHO? To spare you the art history lecture (i still remember more or less all my art history, so beware!) he's some impressionist indo artist. Apparently, he happened to be one of Audrey's fave, so every few pages she was Oooo-ing and Aaah-ing at his works, then being AEP students we naturally lapsed into arty discussions about the medium, subject theme, execution styles, art influences, social critique - art history terms, needless to say everyone else around us was going, huh? are the even speaking english? or something to that effect. Oh sigh, i miss the good ole AEP days.. *forlorn*

Anyhoo, I've now the dubious honor of having the reputation of 'being able to drink any guy to the ground', so fellas if you wanna get me drunk and have your evil ways with me, you're gonna be really poor trying to buy me enough drinks haha :)

p.s please feel free to correct me regarding this entry cause my memory was slightly fuzzy courtesy of all the shots :) and i could have missed out some stuff..
20:15

Things you never knew about men
Courtesy of CLEO Australia

1. Our cars have nothing to do with our penises. Honest. We just like them big and fast.

2. If we're working late on a Sunday night and our phone's turned off, we're fooling around with the receptionist, no matter what excuse we give.

3. Despite the research suggesting otherwise we can do 2 things at once (well, except watch TV and talk to you that is)

4. We're not psychic. Tell us what you want or you'll get something you don't like for your birthday.

5. If you ask, we'll always say you look fabulous. Even when you don't

6. Most of us believe having sex with prostitutes doesn't count as cheating.

7. We're generally predisposed to like sport. At one point we've all wanted to be a champion at something.

8. We'll never leave you and run away with our secretary, we rather just string her along.

9. Don't expect etiquette. If you don't get a call within 3 days of sex, it's over.

10. We like to have flexibility in our relationships that why we encourage you to do yoga or Pilates.

11. We know you put in a lot of effort into your appearance and we appreciate
it. It's just that we like to think you were born that way.

12. We're never gonna be best mates with your dad. He hates us. We would to if we were him

13. Have beers with the boys often enough, and we'll soon think you're just a mate.

14. It's not slutty to go all the way on the first date. No, really!

15. No matter how certain you are they don't, we're convinced that at least
one of your mates fancies us.

16. If you tell us nothing's wrong, we'll believe you.

17. Please don't make us choose between you and footy. We love you equally.

18. If one of your best friends's a guy and we say we're ok with it, we're lying.

19. We only watch Charmed because Alyssa Milano's low cut tops are magic.

20. Fake boobs - yes. Fake tan - no.

21. We like short shorts, short skirts, and short conversations.

22. We'll never understand why you don't find being tickled as fun as we find tickling you.

23. We secretly understand your shoe obsession, but we pretend that we don't.

24. Never make fun of our genitalia. We know it looks absurd..ly big.

25. We're dumb but we don't all want to marry a supermodel. Some of us just want a wife with big boobs who can cook.

26. Fat is good if it's on bacon.

27. Even though you're completely irrational at that time of the month, we let you think you're right so we can escape your maniacal rage.

28. The way to a man's heart used to be through his stomach, but now it's through his PlayStation.

29. Despite the fact we age physically, mentally we never get beyond eight.

30. We are the loyal subject of our penises. Rationality and common sense go out the window when our sex drive kicks in. A bit like your period really.

31. We get erections in weird places, often enough on public transport. Look out for the guy shifting uncomfortably in his seat with the briefcase or bag in his lap.

32. Big hands and big feet really do mean what you think.

33. We're bad communicators. If we stuff up, you'll get a gift. If this happens regularly, hire a PI.
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