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Monthly Archives: November 2005

Forecast results

Update 3: Firstly, a big Sorry to those who have me on Bloglines or some other RSS feed reader, I know I keep spamming your RSS with what seems to be the same post over and over again. But it’s not really the same post, look!

Well, I’m free, finally. I don’t FEEL very free, in fact now the waiting and dreading begins… will I, won’t I? Am I looking at another 2 years, or just one more year? Aiming for the Honours track is stressful. Will my gamble with 2 language modules pay off, or come back to bite me in the butt? Will Developmental Psych be my Boggart and haunt me the rest of my student days? See? Stressful tau!

Anyway, PL3237 was quite an okay paper… I mean, I wasn’t sitting there going “WTH is this, I never studied this!” which is my parameter for a sucky paper. It was, unfortunately, essays, and I tend to be very gabrah (flustered) and end up writing with less than my usual flowing style. Suddenly in the exam hall I’m reduced to a blubbering mush with a limited vocabulary (I used the word ‘hence’ to begin 3 consecutive sentences). I should have drawn a diagram, but I think it would make things worse since I’m not the greatest brain-mapper out there. My lecturer loves brain maps, I wonder if she gave extra marks if you submitted one…

It did not help that my stomach was rumbling ominously, threatening a storm. I don’t know what I ate, but fingers seem to want to orient themselves towards the dining hall. Perhaps it was the watermelon. I doubt excessive MSG gives you tummyaches, I’ve been eating quite a lot of instant food lately.

However, it was the fastest 2 hours I’ve ever experienced. Time sure flies when you’re doing your essay outline. So I present the forecast:

PL3237 Language and Cognitive Processes
Pessimistic: B
Optimistic: A
I went in with a bit of an advantage, marks-wise. 40% of the course grade had already been decided, of which I had 35.5%. The final 60% depended on the final paper, of which I’m aiming for 45%, maybe? Then I can have a lovely 80% grade. That means I have to score 75/100 for the final paper. It can be done, depending on how lenient she is. On the other hand, if she’s lenient, everyone’s marks will inflate, so I might not do that well after all. It’s all about the damned curve, bah. Continue reading →

Magic is in the air…

In a bit of a Harry Potter mood lately, can’t be helped because the movie comes out tomorrow! Tomorrow! The movie comes out, tomorrow… *off-key singing*

Anyway, the rest of this post is totally pointless unless you are either my boyfriend or my sister, in which case it is of passing interest. Continue reading →

This is a placemat.

I mean, placeholder. D’oh! *slaps self* You know, placeholder? It’s the page that appears on your free website that says you’ve basically booked the URL but haven’t got round to putting anything on it yet. Anyway, this post is a placeholder because it’s exam season, I’m well on my way to flunking my modules, so I can’t be updating much.

Also because it’s exam season, I spend all day in my room, with occasional forays to the kitchen and bathroom. That’s not a situation that engenders much blog-worthy fodder. So to make up for the lack of interesting happenings in my life, I’ll just live vicariously and post links to other stuff.

This is from SquareBrain, a Singaporean webcomic. I love Freud. *snicker*

And another Flash animation: I kinda like claymation. It amazes me what clay can do.

While I’m on the issue… don’t forget to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Just don’t tell me how pretty Cho Chang is, I think Rita Skeeter is plenty sexy… mmmrrrr.

Oh gosh I need an eye shower.

In Malay we have this phrase, “mencuci mata”. If you’re unfortunate enough not to know Malay, too bad, not telling you! *evil cackle* My favourite thing to look at is, strangely enough, topless males. Just the top. Preferably with no hair. And hall is probably the best place to look at them, seeing how they just seem to enjoy flaunting themselves.

It’s not as though I go around looking for them. They just seem to present themselves in my field of vision. Like yesterday, for example. I was just going out to get some potato chips when I passed by a group of sweaty runners, one of whom was topless. I modestly averted my eyes, until said topless male greeted me with a “Hi Lynn”. Whoops. It turned out to be one of my seniors. Too bad he’s graduating this year. In fact, a lot of imPECcable seniors are graduating this year.

It’s such a pity that they won’t be around in hall much longer for me to look at. But on the bright side, I think it moves in cycles. It’s not that their batch is particularly buff, it’s just that it takes time to get that muscly. So by the time the guys get to, say, 3rd year, they’re already on their way, and in 4th year they are verily Adonises (Adonii?). So basically the boys in my batch still have time to bulk up! Yay.

I’m not sexist, you know, I’m doing my share of exercise too. If only so I can wear that killer outfit to Dinner and Dance next semester.

And just because I like looking at topless guys doesn’t mean I’ll look at every topless guy in the vicinity (ew!). There are certain criteria I use to determine if it is okay for me to be exposed to such a sight:

  • He is my boyfriend. Because I have good taste, so of course my boyfriend will not be deficient in that respect. Therefore, my boyfriend is worthy of being looked at.
  • He is one of my male relatives, in the comfort of his own home. Now this doesn’t mean I actually GO AROUND looking at my cousins. It just means that it’s ok if they go around topless in my presence, no matter what their body shape. Because it is their home, duh!
  • He is buff. Yay. In which case I am unlikely to be offended by the display, so it’s ok!

But I guess in the end it’s ok even if someone in hall, with a less-than-desirable body, decided to go around topless and run into me, because chances are I will not have noticed anyway. I think I’m equipped with a high-pass filter that way.

In fact, yesterday a certain someone told me that he went on stage, topless, during orientation, and I was mildly surprised that I did not remember this. It could be because I was too busy gawking at the other 2 topless guys, who by his own admission make better eye-showers. I mean, guys never notice the average-looking friend of a pretty girl, right, so same principle applies here.

Reverse chauvinism in play: We can blatantly judge the boys by their outward appearances but the girls had a talking contest instead of a pageant-like contest. Presumably because girls have fragile self-esteems which would be shattered by the judgement of their peers on their looks.

Boy, that sounds good. If I were taking some gender studies modules, I’d do a paper on that.

Okay, and now for totally unrelated Flash link of the day:
Captain Capitalism
It’s one of the more slickly drawn, sensible Flash movies I could find. I love its brand of sarcasm.

Super 23-in-1 laptop!

While browsing through the CNet pages in an effort to procrastinate from studying, I stumbled upon a true genius of his time. Have a look here.

The man is a freakin’ genius, I tell you! It’s not enough that a laptop should be able to play games, DVDs, write term papers and connect you to the rest of the world, it can do all those wacky things as well! Hairdryer? Chopping board? Use your laptop!

I find it interesting to note that he’s using an IBM, supposedly one of the more rugged and durable brands out there. No idea if it’s waterproof as well, but the plain black exterior lends itself to the rough-and-tumble of being used against the elements. I’m sure no Apple user could even bring himself to even expose his ‘baby’ to such nefarious dangers. Heck, even I wouldn’t do that to my laptop, because of its shiny metallic exterior.

More of his laptop tips here.

What is love?

This is a love triangle.

Person B —> Person A < — Person C.
2 people in love with the same person.

This is a chain reaction.

Person A —> Person B —> Person C.
Every time I see this I think of “Ron loves Hermione loves Draco loves Ginny” which would make no sense at all to you unless you were on the same wavelength.

This is an ideal relationship.

Person A < —> Person B.
Mutual love. Thankfully it’s quite common in this world.

This is a one-way street.

Person A —> Person B.
Called a one-way street for obvious reasons. Particularly common in adolescence, but that doesn’t mean adulthood grants immunity. That’s why we have restraining orders.

This is a lamp-post.

Person A < —> Person B Person C
Person C isn’t interested, he/she is just being a third wheel.

This is trouble.

Person A < —> Person B < — Person C
One of the most awkward situations that I’ve ever found myself in.

This is oblivion.

Person A [?] <— Person B
Person B’s love for Person A has hit a wall of non-realization. Or Person B is just keeping quiet.

This is rejection.

Person A –/-> Person B
Person B isn’t getting a return on his/her investment.

This is heartbreak.

Person A < — Person B <— Person C
It’s similar to the chain reaction, except that

Person A –/-> Person B
and
Person B [?] < — Person C
Rejection on one end, oblivion on the other. It’s heartbreak cos it’s so convoluted, causing pain to so many people. It may look odd, but I think it’s actually quite common. Person B is so busy being upset over the rejection that he/she doesn’t see Person C’s affections. It’s something like the situation in N Sync’s ‘Girlfriend’.

This is love waiting to happen.

Person A —> [?] Person B
and
Person B —> [?] Person A
Now if only they both had the courage to say what’s in their hearts.

This is quite impossible.

Person A < —> Person B < —> Person C
I don’t believe you can truly love 2 people at the same time. That’s why I don’t buy polygamy. That’s assuming, of course, that marriage is based on love.

This is the sad reality of life.

Person A
Alone.

So where are you now?

Stock is limited.

Sometimes I wish there were more of me. Not because I need more help around the house, but because I think the world needs more of me, as a matter of principle. Yes, unbearably big-headed, I know, but if there were more of me, more people would be happy. Or, alternatively, I could just get a Time-Turner, since essentially I just need more time to do all that I want to do.

Yesterday I was on MSN with 3 guys at the same time. Thanks to Messenger Plus!’s plugin, I can have tabbed conversations. How cool, right? Two of them were being counselled for relationship problems, while one more was recovering. At one point I felt like I was running a hotline for the emotionally-depressed. In addition to running that hotline, I’d be its main researcher, since no one can rival my enviable list of relationship problems (don’t presume, I’m not talking about my current one).

If I had a Time-Turner I’d be able to study; be a good girlfriend, a confidante, nasi lemak buddy, movie buddy, irritant, and nosey parker all in one; and still be able to spend some time with certain people whom I think are lusting after me, just to see where it goes. I could be everything to everyone, everyone would be happy, and I’d be able to satisfy my giant curiosity about life in general because more Lynns mean more opportunity to explore other possibilities.

It honestly saddens me to know that there are some people who would be pursuing me, but for the tiny fact that I’m already attached. Of course I have great respect for the sanctity of being attached. I myself would never touch someone who’s attached, because I never want to be ‘the other woman’ in a relationship breakdown. But still. I can’t help but wonder where it would lead to, if I were available. My guess is that it wouldn’t lead anywhere, because if it was intense enough to be able to go somewhere I’d have felt the chemistry by now. But nope. None, nada, zilch.

Actually over dinner I was let in on the fact (2 months after it was all over) that someone had dumped his/her significant other to be with someone else. In referring to the ’3rd party’, I was like, “Homewrecker. Harridan.” And other assorted epithets not suitable for reproduction. Meanwhile, I called the dumper a “cheaterbug”. My source of information wasn’t too happy about hearing them called such names. But to be honest, I meant that in jest. I’m sure they’re very nice people who just were in slightly more difficult circumstances than the rest of us, and decided to resolve it.

It’s just very hard for me to hear that someone got dumped for someone else, because I see it happening all the time, it’s happened to some of my friends, and it’s really a very, very ugly sight. No one wants to hear that they’ve been replaced.

But to be fair, I know that not all 3rd parties wanted that role. Sometimes it’s just the way things turned out. And yes, I’ve seen cases where the 3rd party and the dumper lived happily ever after. I know things are never black and white.

I just wish – I just hope so hard – that we could all just find our soulmates without having to break other people’s hearts in the process. But we live in an imperfect world.

Sexy V-girls!

I’ve decided to start up my own little Internet business. My greatest talent has always been catering to desires of the flesh, so I’ve become a mamasan. Yes, I’ve gone into the porn business!

Click here to see what I mean.

I was going to have pictures of different girls, but due to copyright issues, I had to pull those pics and use my own. Never mind. Every mamasan starts from the bottom, no?

And in case I’ve overestimated the intelligence of the average blog reader, the standard disclaimer:
It’s not freaking real. And yes, I do think that V-signs are the bane of photographs everywhere.