So much to say, so little time..

*msn: Downgrade Complete.

Oh God, have just spend 2 ½ hours doing countless online tests. I have an Investments mid-sem on Friday !! Curses. Must stop clicking on nice easy multiple-choice quizzes.

Yes. I shall blog instead. Ahahahahahahahah.

*doom*

* * * * * WARNING: Extremely long post ahead. Read at your own peril.* * * * *

Letters to the Editor

I have, as previously mentioned, finally told a number of people that I have entered the realm of blogging. First off, got a whole lot of banging due to my earlier staunch and very vocal (most things are, with me) stand against blogging in all forms.

*attempt to look sheepish and indignant at the same time*

Perhaps I should have said this was a social experiment of sorts, painted it with a nice purposeful aura. *practices purposeful look*

Mmmm…

One of them proceeded to give me a long lecture (much like Boyfriend did upon conception of this) about how he didn’t like the idea of blogs, publishing personal details, total strangers reading about you, etc. I believe he’s not reading my blog on principle, but I can’t go up to him and ask him ‘cos then I seem all badger-y so yes, this is a not-too-subtle hook to get him to speak up if he has.

Anyway everything I write here is anything I wouldn’t mind telling a total stranger face-to-face (provided I could get him to sit still and stay sane that long) so I suppose no harm done. Plus, I won’t get interrupted.

A few responded much like I would to a vaguely interesting news item; good to know, impact zero.

One more said I was a lovely writer (self-promotion ? Read on.) which put me on a high for all of 5 minutes before I came crashing down to earth under the weight of EXPECTATIONS.

The rest didn’t reply to my nicely-worded message informing them of the general release.

I am tempted to crawl away to my own cave, continue my blogging there on its walls, and leave it for people to discover millions of years later when they will not understand what I have written and will therefore mistake it to be something of worth.

Now there, is a dream.

Order ! Order I say !

Ahah. I have finally purchased adhesive-type hook (tenants have no rights, especially not to make holes in walls) so I can put up my beloved van Gogh calendar. Yes, I realize it is April, but you have to understand that anything before June is good given my gift at procrastination.

Anyway, I also bought that thing people hang over doors, you know, long bars with hooks on ? Now I no longer have to hang my towel over my chair, where it falls off after a while. (I am a very wriggly sitter.)

Aaahhh…*sigh of satisfaction*..all is going to plan with my determination to become Organized. Yes, Organized with a capital ‘O’ – I must be serious.

*firm, unyielding look*

Oh, though..my room now has plastic bags from Howard’s Storage World and Big W (source of hooks and door hooky thing) strewn on the floor, and there is a pile of dusty old Post-It® notes on my bed – cleared off my wall to make room for said calendar (plus some of them clashed with it; big no-no) and saved for sorting through..

But ‘tis a step ‘tis, and Rome herself was not built in a day !

Batwoman

Oh God, I’m turning nocturnal. (And slightly sacriligeous..just noticed this is the second time this entry I’ve taken His name in vain. Not that I’m a Christian.)

This fact was brought solidly home to me today during the International Finance lecture – not the easiest thing to get through on an ordinary day. Thankfully for my funky fringe, I can just look down, rest my head on my hand, and look like I’m concentrating really hard. Well-spent $40 I say.

Anyway, this condition of mine is not being helped in any way by Boyfriend’s 16-year-old-girl-type obsession with The O.C., or more like 16-year-old-GUY-type obsession with Rachel Bilson, who plays Summer. This means that he simply must have his regular doses of the show (1 every 2, or at most, 3 days), courtesy of his course mate’s broadband connection and DVD burner NO MATTER THE TIME.

Typical conversation:

Boyfriend : (appearing in my apartment, sounding very concerned) Eh, it’s 2:30 a.m. ! So late !

Me : (touched) No, no, it is okay, I am finishing soon.

Boyfriend : Can’t it wait ? Do you have to do it now ? It’s so late..not good to sleep so late.

Me : (even more touched) No, no, it is all right, I just need to finish up. Go sleep lah, I will be fine, talk to you tomorrow.

-After long pause complete with incredulous look, and in a “have-you-forgotten-very-important-occasion-on-par-with-tenth-
anniversary” voice.-

Boyfriend : HELLO ?? O.C. ???

*breathe calmly*

It is all right. I have my Lemon-Lime Soothers which I will chain-consume to keep me awake.

And I will burn those DVDs.

Final words

Are you still here ??? Reading ??? I commend thee. Anyway, just wanted to explain the MSN nick and then you are free to go.

I downloaded MSN 7.0 last week. Winks and nudges a-plenty, larger webcam images, and all sorts of cute smileys.

And then. The dreaded phrase:

"The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:"

At first it happened but a few times. Then more. And more. And more again. And soon I found I could only send messages in little bursts of time..like..for 5 minutes I’d be able to get my words across, and then..silence (on my end, anyway) for perhaps three times that length of time. I took to copying all my messages before I sent them, on the off-chance I’d have to paste and send them again, and resorted to changing my nick to reply any particularly pressing questions.

Speechlessness..sheer horror.

A friend blithely suggested that, what with my volubility in real life and this blog, I had used up my quota of talk time in the world.

…………….

I have since regressed to MSN Messenger 6.2 which is BEAUTIFUL (thanks amoeba darling) and lets me do what I do best (actually just most) without interruption.

The little things in life really do make a difference.

“ ‘Life,’ said Marvin dolefully, ‘loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.’ ”

- Marvin (a robot), The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams.

Love life. I do.