Tiffanie-Kyra Chia
25th september '90geylang meth sec
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SMU school of social sciences
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Sunday, November 22, 2009 4:44 AM Where my party people at? Oh yeah, buried under books.
From Gradys
Friend: Oh fuck, I just realized that all the clubs will be filled with stupid people!Gradys: Huh, why!Friend: Because all the university people mugging now!
Aw, c'mon you can't say that didn't make you snigger, even just a little bit!
All you party people out there who are chained to library desks, its just afew more weeks! Hang in there. We shall replenish the I.Q. shortage in the clubs, soon.
My goodness. When I left Starbucks at 3.30am, there were still people going on strong. It's bizarre, they amaze me. How exactly do they do it?! I think that they are all secretly robots. Oh dear, maybe the world IS really going to end in 2012; not because of tsunamis and what not, but because of a robot apocalypse!
Too. Much. Mugging. Kills. Rational. Thought.
Friday, November 20, 2009 2:56 AM the words escaped me
But when I started studying, all good things went out of the window. At 3am, I forgot everything that didn't involve psychology or AS.
OMG. Did you know when I left Starbucks at 2.30am, there were still SMU people MUGGING?! And when I walked past the SMU campus, PEOPLE WERE STILL MUGGING?! Whut? You know, people like them make me feel like an ultimate slacker if I spend anything less than 23-hours/day mugging.
1-hour to cram sleeping/eating/ (nonexistent) leisure.
because lying in sleeping bags on the library floor is much more comfortable than feathered pillows and mattresses back at home. Yeah, totally.
Finals in 3 days and I'm the furthest thing from prepared. Winz.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 10:34 AM I'm a disaster waiting to happen.
Oh my gawd.
I think I'm immune to regular coffee. AGAIN.
I still have 2 more weeks to go. I need to up my expresso dosage. 6shots/day ?
That's like A levels all over again. Sigh.
I think my addiction is going to get so bad that I might have to resort to snorting caffine every few hours just to get me through the day.
Heh, kinda runs parrallel with coke addicition (both gets you incredibly high, results in shaky hands, increased heart beat, both extremely unhealthy and if you want to get silly, both starts with the letter 'C') , the only notable differnce is that caffine addiction is legal. So let the addiction begin!
15 days of torture. Bring. It. On.
P.S. Just saw 11:11:11 on the clock. Made a wish :)
P.P.S. OMG METEOR SHOWER AT 3AM-5AM LATER! (from Sonia's blog)
Monday, November 16, 2009 2:49 AM Leloveimage.blogspot.com
Anyway, I'm sure this is how we've all felt this way at some point of our lives :)
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I've recently developed some kind of feelings for a guy in my college dorm. It merely started as a liking for his good looks, nothing more. But after a couple of weeks, we were just together with a group of friends, walking back from a night out. I don't know if it was the way the streets were dimly lit, or how the rain was still damp on the ground, it's horribly cliche but i found myself becoming more attracted to his boyish grin and the way his eyes mock my silly jokes. We bonded over music, over songs that are constantly played on my ipod. That night i fell asleep wondering how fun it would be to go to a concert with him, now, i often think of him when certain songs fill my headphones, and I wonder if he's listening to the same thing; the walls are pretty thin, and sometimes when i play our mutual favorite song, it's my way of saying 'this is for you'.I'm generally extremely confident and comfortable in my own skin and looks, but with guys i crush on, it never actually turns out the way i hope, and so i've found that now, with him, i keep second guessing myself and annoying my friends with the constant insecurities. Everyone knows, somehow, except for him. But it's good, because i kind of have a claim to him without him knowing,and i can allow my eyes to linger on his for a few seconds longer than it should for a platonic relationship, I can ask him if he's feeling better from his cold without looking like an overprotective stalker, and I even allow myself to gush over 'hot guys', guys i would never choose over him if it comes down to it.I love his smiles, and his sarcastic remarks over my klutziness, I find myself holding my breath when we accidently bump into each other in the hall, and it's good, in a way, to be right next to him, because I'm strangely comforted by the fact that he hasn't brought anyone back with him.I'm by no means a stalker, or in love, and in fact, this story probably won't warm your heart or make you gush like the others, but sometimes, somewhere, not everybody's falling in love or crying over shattered hearts, they develop crushes that puts them on a slight high, even if it may amount to nothing, it's thinking about the possibilities, finding songs that match your feelings, writing about it, glorifying it. Sometimes, for some of us, it's enough. It's what we need for now.I want him to pick up on some kind of clue, I think I won't be able to do a junior high 'i kind of like you' speech, but right now, i'm content with just sending him subtle glances, becoming giddy about the possibilities, and just enjoying the warm, fuzzy feelings I haven't had in quite a while. It feels slightly cheesy and seems so un-college, so unsexy or wild, it's a retro, young kind of crush, and I just realized how much I missed feeling like this.-N.
Feel that smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you read this and recall your very own bitter sweet memories. Everyone has their story to tell, each of them unique, each of them sweet.
Don't grow up too fast. Moments like these are meant to be slowly savored.
1:59 AM Time to starting giving a damn about your work
I used to be the type who would slog herself half to death just to get the perfect grade. Sleepless nights were never an issue (I always thought that sleeping was a waste of time anyway) neither was the lack of 'life' in my life. I was content as long as I had good grades.
There used to be a time where i would cry just because I got a B grade for an exam. Or get extremely frustrated just because I didn't top the class for the subjects that I was fond of (i.e. Chemistry) even 2nd standing would kill my mood for the day. I was the type who would push herself to the extreme just to produce results.
Then, along the way, I just stopped giving a damn altogether.
What happened?
Now, I'm telling myself that my (gasp!) G.P.A. doesn't matter.
Maybe i just don't believe in the system anymore. Or rather, maybe I've just lost all hope I've had for it.
I just don't perform well for major exams, never did, and probably never will.
So, why bother?
Ah okay, I see. So THAT'S what happened.
Friday, November 13, 2009 5:12 AM Chanel Cruise 2009 (the first fashion show which i was smart enough to bring a camera to )
1. This is VERY image heavy
2. Angel Chen is my mum
3. Shoe hunting photos aren't clear because i had to zoom in form across the room
4. Fashion show photos are few because my digital camera was being a bitch (need my DSLR lens NOW)
Labels: fashion show
Thursday, November 12, 2009 1:37 AM but I still like it
Chris just showed me this really awesome blog that dedicates itself solely to love. Those people seem to be falling in love over and over again, day after day, and expressing their feelings in ways that, I never knew was actually possible.
Took those images off that site. It's all incredibly sweet but, I have a problem. I cannot relate.
I literally have question marks forming in my head because I don't exactly know what, or rather how, it means to be so in love. What I do know in all certainty, however, is that I like what I'm reading.
Love? I would like to try it some day :)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009 2:15 PM I felt the need to repost the picture from Chris's blog because its so damned adorable
Hello world,
I have successfully made a significant chunk of my political science class think that I am some psycho. Excellent job, Tiffanie.
I opened up my calendar for some group discussion just now. I just re-looked at my calendaer and realised that i have written in huge capital font, as a border for the month of November,
"NO CARBS , NO RED MEAT, NO FRIED FOOD, AND ALL THE LIKES. "
Yes, if I wasn't me I'd think that I am pretty much crazy too. Although, just to set the record straight about my border, every single aspect failed within 2 days. Will power, as with chilvary, is dead. Did i mention i finished yet another pack of chips yesterday all by myself? Yes, I rest my case.
Moreover with the horror of a presentation I've had last week, I think I have officially killed any hopes of gaining street cred in the school ofsocial sciences (and be henceforth known as the weird girl from the tuesday class?)
I haven't slept in two days. I seem to be working non-stop. In fact, I don't even know why i am blogging now when i have a million and one things to do at every one minute. Oh right, as weird as the notion may seem, I am blogging to tell the world that I made my classmates think I'm psycho. Righhhhhtttt.
Moving on.
Week 13 is a bitch, 'nuff said.
Adrenaline from the lack of sleep has sent me into a state of mind-altering high. I am typing things into emails and messages which I usually wouldn't under completely normal circumstances.
Sleep is required to return to normalcy.
Oh mummy said something about a Chanel fashion show on a cetain wednesday in Sentosa. I am assuming its this wednesday, just asked Izz to join me in my quest to oogle at models and clothes. Yes, and finals are coming. My actions are completely incongrous with the urgency demanded by the situation.