SIAN AHR.

NewNewNew

- Friday, October 23, 2009 -

Actually, nothing's new.

I just thought that maybe I should do an online journal, and call it that (an online journal) instead of a blog. So today, I start with this online journal of my day. I might not update it every day, nor update it every week - heck, I might update it once every third month - but I will try my best.

Today, I had a rather relaxing day. I had work from seven to one despite it being a marking week, and did almost nothing during that six hours that I sat at my cubicle. Of course, I did my own marking - kids write the darndest things! - and did my own work. I drank milo, ate a late (free!) breakfast, drank a nice hot cup of instant nescafe and surfed the net.

On the way home, I got dissed. And I was pissed.

Like, the hell?!

I had only crossed the road - that had the green man still on and flashing his naked ass away - and walking at a speed that I was comfortable with while pondering on whether I should have my lunch outside (at the small, cozy restaurant at the Community Centre) or at home (where I thought I would not need to cash out). I was about a few metre to the curb across the road when this (stupid, ugly) black jeep (thing, or whatever, since I am horribly noob about cars) seemed to rush to move around the corner I was at. And the (equally stupid, ugly man) driver said to me:

"Jalan lembab sehh!"

(You walk so slow!)

And he made it sound like it was a crime and an insult! What the hell was up in his ass?! The green man was still blinking! It was normal for people to cross at the moment of time! I so wanted to turn and lift my pretty little finger up at him! Only the thought of being too close to work had me pausing.

I am a teacher. I should show a proper example. I should be patient.

Gah! To fuck with it!

Yeesh. Ah well, ranting over. Don't feel much better but it was fun typing.

My last wish for today: That that ugly stupid jeep man and his jeep get (No, not an accident. That would just be cruel.) fines and bird poop all over the window the next day. Bless his sickeningly irritating soul for trying to diss me.

Loads of love signing off,
ninXb

Labels: jeep driver ugly irritating

< 23.10.09 >

Cycling Is Fun

- Monday, January 26, 2009 -

I've said that I'm a rather sedentary person. No, I know I am. At the same time, though, I'm a so-called summer baby that loves the sunlight and hates being too cold. Either way, I've found a new revelation about myself today.

I may not like to excercise, but using my muscles and being thoroughly active makes Nina a rather happy girl.

Signing off,
A Happily Tired Nina

Ps: My family and I actually went cyclingthrough the eastern coastal park connectors today. We set out around five, and have just reached home at ten-thirty. Xb

< 26.1.09 >

HURR.

- Sunday, January 25, 2009 -

I've not updated for a while. I was busy. I was busy making a rabbit hero. Haha.

But that's not me. I should be happy, but--

Be optimistic, Nina!

And I'm tired.

I wanna be alone.

The ALONE disease. Haha. At least for a short while. Like one day...? Without people asking anything of me. Without calls. Without demands to do chores. Or having to smile and react to people.

Without caring. It's especially tired to care about who don't want your care, but in the end wants you to care. Such people are especially irritating.

But that's not possible. And 'sides, it'll just be too lonely.

MURI DESU!

Haha.

Signing off,
An Emo Nina K.

PS: To whom it should matter to, GET THE POINT. I'm tired.

I think this is cool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_PPCkrP91Y&feature=related

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Too Early. No Breakfast. -_-"

- Friday, August 15, 2008 -

GOOD MORNING!

Or as good as mornings before 10 can be, anyway.

It is said that you need to have breakfast within the first two hours of your day (right after you wake up) to have a healthy (something) system. The first two hours are themost crucial time to put some food in your bodeh (in Gohr-Blog speak, that means body)!

Just yesterday, I read (somewhere) that having a good breakfast prevents you from gaining (unnecessary) weight. This means that DIETING is not good at all. It only makes the fats in your body accumulate (your bodeh does not get any food/energy, so it keeps in the fats so as to keep your bodeh energized).

Gah. What the hell am I going on about again?

Actually, in Tze Kang's own words (I mentioned you, TZE KANG. In PURPLE.), today I am 'very boh-liao'. He says it means that I am having nothing to do; which is sadly true, by the way. Ah well.

I am in school now. (Supposedly) Doing my MP/SIP (which means Major Project/Student Internship Programme), and typing in my blog with exaggerated brackets () that are actually there because I want to add another thing that (usually, or mostly) have nothing to do with what I am typing at the moment.

SO.

Good day. I might continue this later.

LUBLUBninXb

PS: I'm still going to infuriate you.

Labels: diet, infuriate

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BICU2!

- Monday, July 28, 2008 -

Hello all!

Gah. That sounded so bimbotic. Haha.

By the way, Tze Kang, it's okay if you failed the driving practical. In Singapore, it's super hard to pass. The passing rate is like, 6 out of 20. Wow. I'm sure you can do it the next time. And if you pass, you must drive fara and me around! Though, we would probably be wearing safety helmets and protective gear...

So! I'm at the CU now. I haven't told you yet what BICU meant, right? It means 'Biomedical Informatics Competency Unit'. And my group and I are currently at the Unit TWO. I keep forgetting. I wonder why.

Ah well. I'm supposed to be doing the group's report now. Ahr...so doing it now.

By the way, they (meaning the people around me) are suddenly talking about the driving practicals. It's understandable. We are currently at the prime age to take these such tests, after all. I find myself not interested, though. If I were to take it, and under a big miracle, pass, I would waste petrol money driving around in circles.

Yes, dear readers of my blog (if I have any at all) I have a lack of directional skills. At least I'm not as bad as Ayun. Sorry Ayun, if you are reading this. Ahaha...You know its true. I still love you loads though. And I will meet you soon to discuss our 'project'. Yes! Ganbare!

LUBLUB ninXb

Labels: fail, tze kang

< 28.7.08 >

Belated, belated, uh, belated Birthday.

- Thursday, July 24, 2008 -

Before anything else;

Happy Birthday, Fara!

Of course, as a procastinater, I am proud to reveal it to have been celebrated around three days ago. To be exact, it was celebrated on the 21st July 2008. She's 19 now! Yayness! One more year to 20!

No yayness.

Then again, I don't think there'll be much difference...? Xb

We 'sabo'-ed her. As expected. Here are some pictures.

A few weeks before her birthday, she told us that she would prepare herself and protect herself from being 'sabo'-ed on her birthday by wearing a poncho. It was her birthday, so we granted her wish. Of course, there were a few changes...

There were two main attractions of this hand-made poncho of the blood and sweat of BICU2. Presenting the top half.

This is the poncho's bosom. Perhaps, being of the twenty-first century, there are some who do not understand this word (bosom), so I shall phrase its meaning in just one word. Breasts.

Despite it being declared 'CENSORED', there are others who didn't seem to get the meaning and made said breasts bigger. (Haha. The neepples were even 'pierced'. With LEDs.) Ah well, the bigger the better, they say.

Moving on, we have the lower half, also known more aptly as the nether regions.

As stated, these are the 'Nether Regions'. As we, the designers of this wonderful poncho that Fara has gracefully accepted, have decided to turn the poncho into a large birthday card, we have called for half the BICU2 (and a few of BICU1) to write their birthday greetings on said poncho. Creative, ne?

Though, there were some (again) that seemed too creative and decided to add more, uh, CREATIVITY to this large birthday card. The result is as you see.

I confess, I wouldn't want to be caught dead wearing THAT anytime (despite it being handmade and a designer-wear) but Fara was very sporting and even wore it all the way down to the canteen. So round of applause to her! Yay! Xb

Other than that, her head got pushed inside her own birthday cake, and she got more of the same cake smeared all over her face, but at the same time, she got to smear the cake back on other people. (I was one of her unfortunate victims.)

The cake was nice. To eat, I mean. It definitely didn't feel nice on my face and hair. I bet quite a number of people can attest to that.

And they've been saying that someone likes me...? I wonder who it is...Cause I wouldn't know until that person, or someone else, tells me in the face. Though I've got a sudden hunch...nah. Can't be. Xb

LUBLUBninXb

PS: Editted. I'm actually in BICU2. I didn't know. Haha.

Labels: EDIT, faradina, sabo

< 24.7.08 >

Tutelage.

- Sunday, July 20, 2008 -

I have this boy tutoring under me. He likes to sing, he says, but seems to be rather tone-deaf. He says Sundays are not nice days for Mathematics, but there has never been a good day for Mathematics - that is, unless you are a mathematical fannatic, of course. Currently, this boy is sitting across from me, our National day songs in his skinny hands, and singing along with my family. This boy, he refuses to finish the last question for his decimal placing, so I will not stop typing about him until he does so. So, unless this boy wants me to stop typing about him, he had better finish that one portion of his maths homework so we can move on to his word problems. Only then, will he finish his homework.

Only then, is he allowed to sing.

Only then...

There is another boy tutoring under me. This other boy is the previous boy's older brother. This other boy does not seem to be a fanatic of singing. At least, he is quieter than his brother, and does his work. He keeps forgetting his maths formulae, though, and his favourite catch phrase for maths is, "I don't know. I forgot."

That is the one thing that the two brothers share. Both like to say, "I don't know. I forgot."

MY ASS.

I think the both of them can remember. They are just stubborn - like all boys - and only do these things to irk me.

ROAR.

End of ranting.

LUBLUB ninXb

Labels: Danial, Nina K, Qayyum

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