Anatomy Of A Stupid.

State of serenity, for it’s a Sunday

"if you’re lost, you can look - and you will find me"

                                                                 -Cyndi Lauper

Wah lau eh, I actually spent 30 minutes thinking how to start this blog and ended up quoting a line from a song, how.. idiotic. -______- I seem to have more trouble thinking about what to about than cutting three julienne carrots, and trust me, one carrot is hell enough for someone like me. French knife + 1/3 white portion of thumbnail = GONE! If it wasn’t for the neatness, it would have looked like I picked up nail biting or something.

Ookay, where do I start. The past few days in college has been alright, another week of Term 2 has just ended. The usual twists and turns, sours and sweets. I’m always upset about something, even as small as not being able to tell a funny story about my dad burning my mum’s precious carpet for the second time but hey, I think I’m getting used to the dose of emo everyone except for Min and Maynard seems to get weekly. I get my fair share of good times too, especially when I spend them with the people I love. I have great friends in college, and they’re all I need to survive through a storm passing by Leisure Commerce Square!

Thanks to bartender duty, I didn’t get to answer the question in an exam last Thursday. All because instead of serving and learning the proper technique to doing a Silver Service, I had to trap myself at the bar with Aaron to prepare Violet Dream (I know I know, enough with the jokes containing the words Violent and Wet already!) which was our mocktail. Sigh, I have a feeling I’m going to flunk that exam, but whatever! Wah talk about blogging like a bimbo, man. Ok fudge it.

If you’re from my batch then you should already know, but my so called twin sister; Sherryna and Shane Tan got together about two weeks ago. I’m quite proud of her really! Because in Term 1 she confidently told me that there are no handsome guys in Taylor’s College, except for Mr. Bertrand (oh spare me the drama, french-men-liking-people) and now voila! She’s with a sepet xD Shane’s one of my first friends here too, me and Jimmy met him, Aaron and Han during orientation week. I labelled him as guai lou (mat salleh/mad sailor/white people/ang moh) cause he always seems to look like one from far in his formal clothing carrying his notebookless notebook bag. Don’t worry la, someday Sherryna will get you a notebook *pats back*.

Funny and evil how we tease them indeed, picking out a new name for him and all, haha! I’m pretty sure they’ll live through the programme, good luck sis! This reminds me, what in god’s name am I doing taking a whole damn diploma on cooking and an international certificate in pastry when I’ve NEVER actually tried cooking ANY of my learnings at home? Damn emo leh. No proper oven some more. Even had to bake that Mother’s Day tart aux chocolat at Jimmy’s cause my oven went into it’s grave already. Darn the fact that I just realized this. No wonder Mum keeps on asking me if I’m sure or not cooking’s for me!

Ok, now I know what to ask for my 29th birthday present next year, hahaha! No, I’m not 28 years old, that was just a joke =P Speaking of presents, I *sigh* sadly bought myself a new, old car for my 18th birthday. Some of you have met it already, Petunia. It’s a male, a Toyota Corolla KE70 with a 4AGE from an AE86 fitted in, together with the dashboard even. I know what you’re thinking, I told the parents that I bought this car cause the Gen2’s fuel consumption is killing me, but to my luck as they’re not that observant *points to the highly obvious and bright D1GP windscreen sticker* to the things I do to kill time, I bought this car to drift. You most probably won’t see it during the daytime, unless it rained 45 minutes ago. Heheh, doing something autonomous feels good, it’s not something as major as moving out but at least you can feel good about something that you’re doing for yourself, by yourself! Oh yea, I’m paying for Petunia myself, all 10 yards.

Not that I’m into the sport of dying faster, cause inevitably the KE70 is a Milo tin fitted with wheels, a bump into a Volvo is almost definetly going to shove the steering wheel into my rib cage but really, it’s a high that only the most bored people pursue, and I figure I needed exercise to brush up on my bi/triceps which didn’t involve dumbells or True Fitness. Hmm.

Right, speaking of great friends. The first thing you’ve got to know about college life is everyone’s extra fun. Everyone is funny, or tries to be funny. Remember the class clown? It’s like the one class clown from every class goes to college to meet other class clowns and the rest of the people go to.. Matriculation or something, you know? This is good I presume, but it’s so much more better when they’re funny AND caring. No question about it most of these people are of the female gender lor, but guys also got wan larr. Farouq and Calvin, eventhough it doesn’t seem that way are one of my closest friends since I seek their advice for various things. But that’s only because Farouq has a "vast" experience with love and Calvin sounds like Matthew Perry. Haha! No lah guys, just kidding, you know I appreciate your help always

I wrote something on some other people I appreciate, but I figure I had better not publish it since it would be racist (haha) to only mention a few names cause seriously, there’s too many great people around me in college. Thanks guys!

So this was my update, as of now the information in this post may be incorrect and is outdated. Hahaha, just kidding! Thanks for stopping by though, now shoo!

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