I had time.

For all the emo tortoises in the world,

We're bringing the war to the pigs.

[actually i just needed something to liven up this blog so SSSsshhhhh...!!!]

I believe that life is shaped like a sinusoidal graph..you know, you've got your ups and downs but most importantly things start out at zero and increase to a maximum...then things go downhill but that's ok because once you hit the lowest point you start peaking again. hahaha..peaking..the cynics' may disagree and say that life is a cosinusoidal graph...it's a downhill plunge.

anyway..my life has been fairly Sinusoidal and now it's decided that it's cool to be Population...so it has plateau-ed. and plateau-ed it has!

the most interesting i can possibly tell you now is that i'm losing hair...ok. lemme rephrase that. i'm losing more hair than i normally would have...and my theory is that because my hair is now fairly long, therefore there is more weight, thus there is more force pulling any one strand of hair down via gravity which leads to loss of hair.

maybe i should cut it.

Do you miss me?

I've just past my 1 month mark! yay!
I've just completed my first report of the semester! not so yay but still yay!
I've got a presentation due next week! not yay at all.

sorry folks, for those of you who were wondering (please humour me and raise your hands, thanks) why i've not been updating for so long, well it's because there's just nothing interesting for me to update about...the moment i get my camera's battery charger i may snap some pictures of my little room and the mattress on the floor which my brain still defiantly insists on calling a 'bed'. but it's quite lovely, actually...i've got huge mirrors acting as a sliding door for my wardrobe...double mirrors!

just what a girl like me needs.

errr...oh..my snails are dead. they got dunked into a mixture of 70% ethanol and dry ice...poor little muggers, never knew what hit 'em. and they were getting so nice and fat and they could recognise me! cos i've been feeding and changing their little cage for a week la...poor things. science is so cruel.

and i'm still trying my best not to think about it. sometimes i lie so much to myself that i forget what's real and what's not. as much as i'd like to forget, i'm still hoping that you remember. even if just a tiny little bit.

A desire to have what she hadn't yet got was her leading characteristic - Galsworthy.

So true.

Underwood's Philosophical Framework.

Observation:
It appears that my parents secretly think their daughter is a good-for-nothing slacker who does not study and spends all her time on the internet blogging and MSN-ing till 3-4 a.m.

Model:
This appears to be true because this is what happens in Nature...and also the fact that my mother has woken up countless times at intervals of 60 minutes throughout the night to find her daughter's face still illuminated by the light given off by the Dell PC.

Hypothesis:
There is an inverse relationship between the amount of time spent on the internet and the quality of grades being churned out.

Null Hypothesis:
There is no relationship between the amount of time spent on the internet and the quality of grades being churned out... the grades are always good. regardless.

Experimental design:
1. Allow usage of internet for 5 hours straight.
2. After 5 hours, answer a golden question.
3. Golden question: What is the square root of negative (-) one?

Results:
i
if i could make it any bigger, i would.

Discussion:
Considering that my first encounter with the internet was when i was 12 years of age and assume that i spend an average of 15 hours a week on the internet (taking into account of my time spent in OBS, on field trips, when the computer breaks down on me, holidays in Bali, Langkawi and etc) therefore my total time spent on the internet thus far:

Time spent on internet
= Years of internet-contact x 52 weeks x 15 hours
= 8 x 52 x 15
= 6240 hours.

Therefore with 6240 hours of internet usage under my belt (given a standard error of mean of +/-3 hours a week) and the fact that i can still remember the answer to a math question that i had learnt when i was 16 AND that i've not had any contact with complex numbers (real or imaginary) since i was 19, i'd say i'm on pretty good ground.

Conclusion:
The probability of me answering the Golden Question correctly is greater than 0.05. The null hypothesis is accepted.

Trials and tribulations of a budding biologist.

being a third year science student is tough...and i've completely underestimated its potential to ruin lives.

i'm in a bit of a situation now: the dates of some of the intensive courses which i will have to take over the winter holidays are confounding me to the max now. here's a lowdown of what's happening.

Winter break: 30 June - 22 July.

Intensive Course #1 - Marine Field Ecology: 2-9 July.

Intensive Course #2 - Aquaculture: 9-18 July.

Intensive Course #3 - Coral Reef Ecosystems: 13-22 July.


so here's where things get a bit tricky...

i would like to attend #2 and #3 but the commencement dates overlap therefore that option is currently out of the question.
hence i decided that i'd rather do #3 instead because it sounds so much more fun and interesting and cool!

however, i received an email today from my lecturer that i've been accepted to do #2 and the twist in this is that it's harder to get into #2 than #3 because it is more exclusive and is grade-dependant AND a lot of my friends have been accepted for that course too.

so i thought, sure, i'll do #2 instead...until i realised that the dates were smack in the middle of my winter break..so i'll have neither head nor tail of my break to do anything else (e.g. visit Melbourne..for shame, Melanie).

so then i thought, fine..stick with #3 la...but EVERYONE ELSE is in #2!!! grrr...peer pressure.

and then i thought...aiya, do #2 oni la...and since your vacation's gonna be spoilt anyway, might as well take #1 while you're at it. but then i've never had any intention to do #1 because the lecturer who's in charge of it is a bit...err...hands-on with his students.

ANYWAY...if i took #1 and #2...i'll be studying *koff*intensively*koff* from 2-18 July! which could potentially kill me because i'm not designed for intensive studying. however, it would also mean that for 2nd semester, i'll just have 2 regular classes in my timetable = more time to slack bludge conduct independant studying. but i really really wanna do #3 too!

so the real question is this: Should i go to Melbourne?

sighsighsigh...

and to top it all off, i caught 10 snails tonight...and they're all cramped into one plastic rectangular takeaway box. i feel like such a murderer because they will be part of 'The Scientific Cause for the Betterment of Mankind'. sigh...talk about confined spaces and cruelty to animals. there is a particularly active one which i have named Albert...hoho. and although i've already punched holes onto the cover of the box but i'm still uber paranoid that all 10 will suffocate to death through the night therefore i've proceeded to cut bigger airholes for them fellas.

now i'm paranoid that when i wake up tmrw morning, i'll find all 10 gone because they would've crawled out of the holes leaving their shells behind them and morphed into slugs.

sigh...i wish i did something easier...like a degree in Art History...or Engineering.

Ground-breaking news.

After much deliberation, i have decided to swallow my pride, air my humiliations and bring myself to proclaim this:

I am putting myself back on the market after a self-imposed hiatus.

But before i do that, i shall have to inflate the value of my stocks. yes, it's so bad. so so bad. i can't even bear to say it...it's just bad. full. stop. my stocks have devaluated so drastically and are so low at the moment that it is already delisted from the market! sigh...must.inflate.value.

And how would you do that, my dear Ms Ho, i hear you say?

EASY!

Step 1: Buy and apply whitening lotion. Preferably Ponds. Because their advertising regime is so damn good that when i think whitening lotion, i think Ponds. No further reason.

Step 2: Lose weight. Apparently guys prefer thin girls. Plus there are so many size1s and 3s left on the rack...someone has to buy them. Why not me?

Step 3: Be less independant. A good friend of mine once gave me sage advice, he said: Mel, you know what you problem is? You're too independant. You should be more dependant on guys! Let them do more things for you! I hear you, Master.

Step 4: Go to a dentist and get that protruding canine fixed. Because, frankly, aside from being a plaque magnet, it's also terribly unappealing when it comes to taking pictures.

Step 5: Flirt more. Further sage advice from the Master, he said: Mel, you know what your problem is? You don't flirt enough. You need to flirt more! Then more guys will find you approachable and come to you! Yes, Master.

There...5 easy steps. I'm feeling rather confident that, given a month or two, i may actually make some progress and put myself back into this whole dating thing. All i need now are some stock advisers or stockbrokers or economists or whatever you econs people call yourself...i need your help! Teach me the way of the market and help me monitor it, can?

Oh ya, and to all you lovely lovely people who read my blog, if you have any leng chai friends who may just happen to be single, shove them my way, ok? I don't care if they're younger...i've come to accept that i AM a cradle snatcher after all...these are desperate times which calls for desperate measures. And i don't care if they're gay; one of my mission in life is to turn a gay man straight anyway. If that scenario ever arises, i promise and i solemnly swear now with the most vicious of oaths and sprinkling of chicken blood that I WILL REWARD YOU HANDSOMELY! With a bottle of Moet&Chandon thrown in as well.

So yea, i'm back in the market (??) ! Go shout it to the mountains. Yay.

End of Week1.

Slipping into the 3rd (and potentially final) year of uni was almost effortless. It helped tremendously that my earliest lecture began at 10 and it didn't really matter that 4 out of my 5 days in uni ended at 6pm. It just means i'll have a longer bonding-time with my beloved Science Road and Macleay Building.

Anyway, the first week of uni has passed and contrary to rumours, 3rd year is NOT the Honeymoon year (damn you whoever who told me that). This fact was jammed into our throats over and over again by our lecturers and to prove that they were, in fact, not joking around with us, the whole list of assignments and assessments which were due of us were written on pieces of paper and handed out to us. Every.Single.Assignment. I now know that by the end of week13 i will have handed in 27 reports and assignments. I kid you not. 27 is the number and i know i've flagrantly abused the number 27 before because it is also my birthdate...but this time it's true. It's freaky coincidence. I have to endure 27 variations of the state of suffering before i'm finally redeemed by that which is Final Examination.

Strangely enough, i do not find myself cursing at the world and wondering God o God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?...i guess i've come to accept the fact that by initially choosing to go to university, you have actually unwittingly signed off your soul. it's like handing over a piece of paper to your university administration and going, "Here's my life, you can write it off".

Ah..sweet revelation.

Anyway, most of you may already know this but i'm not living in Cherrybrook anymore..! I'm currently 10 mins walking distance away from my lecture halls and i'm loving every second of it. I'm sharing a 2-bedroom apartment with this Singaporean girl who's real nice but a little quiet.. but i'm confident i can change that..hohoho. I have my own bathroom (ensuite la) and my own balcony! This means i can now walk out stark naked from the shower into my room, fling open (ok..i can't fling open, i can draw the blinds) the balcony door and say "Hello World!" in a proud and assertive way with my arms akimbo. Perfect. I'd have done this in Cherrybrook except that the neighbours are never in.

ANYWAY...what i wanna say is this:

I can SO SOOOO see myself having alco parties and ending the night stoning with my back against the balcony wall, sitting on the floor.

Oh, Life of A Tertiary Student...you are finally within my grasp.

And since i'm perfect and flawless AND i left my camera's battery charger in my room in Kajang..i shall now post backdated pictures. I am beyond comprehension.

In no particular order, reasons why i will be able to get through this year:











And Natasha Shariff, guess who i bumped into one night?
woi...don't call me emo la.

Hello!

You know what feels great?
Seeing how your timetable is scheduled and that your earliest class only begins at 10am.

You know what feels greatER?
Waking up at 9.15am for said 10am class.

Best Bester Bestest EVAR!

anyway..here's a tag that i was supposed to do.

6 Weird Things About Me.

1. I get terribly anxious and start panicking when I can't find my two heart-shaped pillows...you know, the..erm..flat ones.
2. I have been obsessing about rhinoplasty ever since I found out what that word actually meant.
3. Within my circle of uni friends, I'm known as the Quiet-Studious-Nice-Innocent-Asian-Girl.
4. Sometimes when I'm walking alone, I mumble 'Supercallifragilisticespiellidocious' repeatedly to myself or spell M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I backwards in that little rhyme.
5. I prefer washing dishes than drying them.
6. I don't mind piercing my navel and getting a tattoo but the thought of piercing a second earring hole just freaks me out...I don't think I can handle the pain of that.