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:: cabin fever ::

To whom it may concern,

I will now be absent from the blogosphere till the 23rd of June. It will take enormous willpower and super-strength to stay away from blogging. But i will try. I, Ellie Chua, hereby vow that i will not blog till after 4.30pm on 23rd June 2008.

Exam Timetable :

  • AFW2851 @ 8.30am, 11th June 2008. (seat 196)
  • AFW3121 @ 1.30pm, 16th June 2008. (seat 030)
  • AFW3841 @ 8.30am, 18th June 2008. (seat 033)
  • MGW3401 @ 1.30pm, 23rd June 2008. (seat 227)

I really don’t like exams ya. Makes me daydream more only.

Oh wells, time to tackle the mountain of notes sitting beside me.

It’s like that old saying, “Sedikit-dikit, lama-lama takde bukit!!”

*grin*

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To my fellow Monash-ians, all da best to you guys! ;)

P/S : Prayers and little notes/messages are truly encouraged! The occasional Oreo McFlurry (which is like, THE cure for cabin fever) would be nice too ;) Hee.

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:: head over feet ::

There’s still like a million more chapters to go. At least 5 past-year papers for each unit. And i can’t friggin’ sleep.

You’ve already won me over in spite of me
And don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
It’s all your fault.

Silly coffee prince. Why now?

Eat.Study.Sleep.Eat.Study.Sleep.Eat.Study.Sleep.Eat.Study.Sleep.

I’ll pang sai tmr. *sigh*

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:: flavors of entanglement ::

It’s been ages since i last heard of Alanis Morrisette. Yes, you’d be surprise at how big a fan i was. Thanks to daddy-o, really. My first exposure to her was from Jagged Little Pill. Favourite song had to be the radio-friendly, “Ironic”.

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
A little too ironic…and, yeah, I really do think…

*laughs*

There’s just something about the words in her songs that gets to me. And gawsh, i was what? 12 at the time?? My vocab certainly grew from her. Maybe that’s why some people can’t place me between being a kid and being a matured *girl* of soon-to-be 21. Someone once said, “I can’t place an age on you.”

Heck, some people think i’m old just by the way i speak. Which i constantly DECLARE, “I do NOT speak with an accent.” Such angst. It’s not like it matters what age i am, anyway. I do believe Alanis had a point when she said,

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Why Alanis Morrisette is currently my heroine-of-the-day :

  • “Thank God for growing up.”
  • “Women are so powerful they’re scary , and the incentive to squash this has been going on for so long that some of us actually believe we’re subordinate.”
  • “The ego is a fascinating monster. I was taught from a young age that i had to serve, so that turned me into thinking i had to save the planet.”
  • “I highly recommend people getting older! There’s less tendency to people-please!”

I’m not really a feminist.

Not really.

There is no difference in what we’re doing in here
That doesn’t show up as bigger symptoms out there
So why spend all our time in dressing our bandages
When we’ve the ultimate key to the cause right here, our underneath

“Is what you’re writing who you are, what you really want to be doing?”

Yeah.

“That’s all that matters.”

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:: wish you were ::

I’m officially declaring it to be a “study” week. If i talk to you, asking you to go out for a movie or perhaps to get a cup of tea, you have full permission to smack me and shoo me back to work.

There’s so much to cover. Blah.

Just for the record, i still hate excel spreadsheets. Ones with complicatedly long formulas. Wasting my time only.

Gone away are the golden days
Just a page in my diary
So here I am, a utopian citizen
Still convinced there’s no such thing as idealism

Memories they’re following me like a shadow now
And I’m dreaming
And I’ve already suffered the fever of disbelief

I’ve seen your act
And I know all the facts
I’m still in love with who I wish you were
It ain’t hard to see
Who you are underneath
I’m still in love with who I wish you were
And I wish you were here

-Wish You Were-Kate Voegele-

I’ve been thinking too much lately. And i realised that i don’t want to be held responsible for such thoughts. I’m sorry. I’m still idealistic at heart.

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