modus operandi

I blame it on the fickle weather this month. Seriously, climate has been so out of whack this year so far that there has been no distinct seasons at all. Sooner or later the Southeast Asian seasons (summer monsoon/summer/winter monsoon) will be such an obscure concept that geography students won't be able to relate to it when learning about weather studies.

Am in school now - the Mac lab, as usual - waiting for 5p.m. because I'm meeting up with some of my work-friends for our first ever "staff outing" (LOL), and I have an assignment that I'm supposed to upload onto the school's online discussion board in a few hours time. Am not going to care about it. Because there is simply not enough time to come up with a subject and write an article about it within the next one-and-half hours. And half the class probably aren't going to upload it anyway. Meh.

Anyway. I had a bad morning today. Well, actually, I'm a morning person. Very morning person. I don't even need coffee to wake myself up (which reminds me, I need to stop depending on crazy-strong coffee to keep myself awake through the night to deal with assignments). The only way to make me start a day bad? Have my mother be the first person I talk to.

( Because my life is incomplete without reaching my daily quota of drama )

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以上、Chii です。

Because I was tweeting the other night about lime juice being my new favourite drink and lovryu asked me to try peach juice but I find it too sweet. Bah.
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So my mad trimester ended last Friday, which was also the end of my second year in uni (wow that's fast. I didn't even notice). It's what, almost the end of the month now? But I've been getting unexpected requests to work because there are people who suddenly couldn't make it and stuff, so I guess I will still be able to earn my usual monthly pay in the days between these two weekends even though I haven't been working for more than four weeks. Woots! (I hope I didn't just jinx myself for the following months...)

Anyway, I've been trying to slowly get through the metaphorical pile of photos I was going to edit for posting here and after a couple of days of mass-photoshoppage, I finally got through 95% of them this morning before work. Phew!

( 1st: A rant and my messy desk )

More updates to catch up with next time because it's almost 11p.m. now, I need my shower, and then a good night's sleep for my hectic weekend work shift tomorrow.

Ugh, I left my handphone at the workplace today. I got back from work and changed out of my jeans before realising it and the first thing I thought of was to text my work-friend with my phone to tell her that I've forgotten to bring my phone home so don't call or text me. Like, WHAT? *FACEPALM* OMG, I am so EPIC FAIL.

Also, some people have apparently misunderstood, or never learned, what blogging is. Perhaps it was me who had interpreted it differently? Wrongly? Meh. I know I didn't, thank you very much.

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So. I haven't been updating my LJ for two weeks. My excuse? School was annoying. And with a month left to this trimester, every one of our lecturers seemed to have made a silent agreement among themselves to each throw multiple assignments at us every week to try and test when we will break. Well, I think I'm close to bending in two now, happy?

Also? I tried to stay away from spoilers for Torchwood series 3 but I kept seeing them while I downloaded the episodes. There's no way I can be more depressed after realising that the spoilers were real and not just speculation. Why does this keep happening to my slash pairings? Someone out there must really not want me to have a happy and loving slash OTP.

( Making up for my lack of LJ-ing )

Here's a temporary farewell, my dear LJ and my beloved F-list, for I will be having four hellish weeks to come (starting today, but I'll still be reading entries and making the odd comments from time to time), no thanks to our wonderful lecturers and their brilliant (lack of) skill at planning assignments in consideration of one another's modules and our physical, emotional and mental health. Pfft. And there goes (at least) three weekends' worth of pay because I won't be working for the time being. If I do, I'll still be struggling through my crapload of assignments while the everyone else from my degree course is enjoying their (short-one-week) trimester holiday break.

(Seriously, ONE FRIGGIN WEEK? After the three months of torture we go through after only just a fortnight of trimester holiday break prior to it? Seriously. What the *BEEP*?)

And I'm off to start waddling through my sea of assignments.

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以上、Chii です。

It felt as if it wasn't too warm, but when I step outdoors, the meh-temperature was very conducive for sweating. Especially so because there was no wind at all. AT NIGHT. Seriously.

( Debate of Mandarin terms )

So. I've started watching Black Books and IT IS BRILLIANT. Why didn't anyone tell me about this sitcom before? Dylan Moran as Bernard Black was hilarious in a crazy and annoying way by being both an old man with the common old people illness of being sick with the world and thinking that everyone owes him something and should also leave him the hell alone, and at the same time being a stubborn, childish teenager who refuses to pick up after himself and demands the world of everyone and that they should all leave him be. Brilliant, brilliant acting. And the humour? Was wow.

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So I have a 1500-word essay to do on a media structure and its regulations and how those effect/influence the content said media carries (the topic I've chosen is Singapore's Mandarin newspapers, conveniently all published by Singapore Press Holdings) by tomorrow night. And I'm still procrastinating. What's new.

I tried to make a LoudTwitter account so I can post snippets Twitter-style to my LJ when I don't feel up to posting a proper entry or the content doesn't justify my giving it weight like I would a good entry, and I realised it would be impossible to sync my Twitter and my LJ because my Twitter is private. WTH. Epic FAIL! I don't feel catered to. LoudTwitter needs to work on that. Humph.

( If you like America/Britain's Got Talent, DON'T CLICK )

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以上、Chii です。