In case it still isn't obvious...

Hey all,

I didn't realise people are still turning to this blog for something to read though I've stopped blogging here since Dec last year. Just to let you know, since I've had friends asking, I've moved back to livejournal, and am sticking to the account I created in Secondary 3. Which explains the username...

skitsmix.livejournal.com =] if you've linked me before you can just link me again at the new url. Is url the correct term here? Okay never mind.

Well since I'm already here. What's been going on lately? To be honest...nothing much has changed. Still the same ol' complications, same quirky lovable family, same friends, same love life, same school same name. I could go on but you should get it by now.

So anyway, take care everyone. I might move back here soon, cos it seems so much quieter at this blog - makes it easier to just say some things without having to take them back. We'll see.

Said In One Breath.

I am wearing my pajamas with the reindeer and holly prints on it. The one my mother bought for me. It puts me in a good mood! Sometimes I think she likes to test my sense of humour, by daring me to wear the most ridiculous clothes (I still refuse to try on the underwear she bought me, because there is no chance in hell will I walk around in panties with Richard Marx's 'Right Here Waiting' printed near my crotch. Is the song supposed to be symbolic of my chastity? Sounds more like a contradiction to me).

Anyway, I'm a little bit early for this, but in case I fall asleep and you find a reason to be mad at me for forgetting, happy 20th dear best friend. You're a year older and you get to enjoy...pretty much the same things you've been enjoying when you were 19. But at least you get a fresh new start! I love you so much and hopefully Berus is bringing you someplace nice tomorrow. Hugs and kisses!


Taken at the little surprise party we had for her on Saturday hehe =D

Mandatory End-of-Year Review

It's finally December. I thought it'd never come. 2007 still feels like the longest, best and also worst year I've ever had. I honestly thought I'd breeze through my 20th year with the slightest drama, when it turns out Drama loves me, and it brought Crazy to the party.

I wonder why I always get melancholic during the holidays. Maybe it's just the nauseating Christmas music and decorations which began as early as November, or the lack of things to do so I end up opening my photo albums, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the level of cuteness I managed to reach at age 5, wondering what the hell happened as I got older. It could be the heavy rain and the grey skies we've had lately - isn't that supposed to be romantic or something? Or it could be the amount of birthday celebrations and weddings I become a part of by default - seeing people happy makes me happy which makes me sad because I know there are still some people who are UNhappy.

Or maybe it's just the time of the month and every single thing becomes more meaningful and precious and lovely because I'm an emotional basketcase who can't seem to get a grip because she's fucking bleeding.

Happy holidays everyone!

This Is Hilarious.

Okay I just bought a Canon EOS 20D and I have no idea how to use it. Why did I get myself a DSLR? Because I want to and I can, also because my parents told me 3 months too early they're getting a camera for me for my birthday. Of course I asked them to speed up the process. But anyway, I'm very, very happy. I don't even mind just putting the camera on the table to lust over it.

Problem is I'm only using the kit lens which is possibly the worst lens you can use on an SLR, but so far it seems good enough. I may have to wait for a few more months before getting a better one. Let's see if I still remember the things I learned at Photog class, hehe.

Anyway, in case you didn't realise, I'm back from Jogjakarta. Had the best and worst times of my life there, but I won't say much here til I've told my closest friends about it first. There's something about hearing stories first-hand instead of reading it off a blog.

Speaking of blogs, I might be closing this one soon. Just getting abit sick of the online world, even Facebook isn't enough to get me interested again. Maybe it's time to head back to the pen and paper? We'll see.

My exams ended yesterday and I am

in bed feeling absolutely wretched. You know, people should really believe me when I tell them I've been in bed all day. Blame those blasted anti-malaria pills: the irony is that they make me feel like I actually have malaria. I've been nauseous, puking here and there, I am feverish, I can't eat but I'm hungry but if I eat I'll throw it back out again. A few days ago my mother cheered me on as I had my head over the sink trying to vomit, and she said stick a finger down your throat! And I said no but I did in the end and it didn't work so much.

Oh but yesterday was good. After my last paper I was feeling slightly better so Sal, Rachel and I headed down to Vivo for a mandatory Exams Dahbis! fiesta. The others should've been there cos it's not the same without the entire crew, but anyway I had so much fun. Especially enjoyed watching Rachel dance for a few seconds while that twist song played all over the mall. I was looking for a comic book to buy but didn't find anything I like. I DID, however, come across this spectacular one thanks to Sal.

If only I can remember the title.

Wow I just vomitted a little in my throat. Hehe.

Still wondering if I'll be better by Sunday morning (rain is falling...) because I'm going to Indonesia! I love the idea of Indonesia, only because I've never been there before. Am thinking I will probably look like a moron in my working boots and construction hat. Well, either a moron or Bob the Builder.

Already?



This is for all the good times, and also the bad.
Happy 21st months to us Rizan.
I love you very, very much.

Stranger Things've Happened, I know.

One paper today, with two more tomorrow and one last exam next Thursday. That's when Sal is supposed to find me so I can smear all the glory and joy all over her face, because she has one more exam after that, hehe. I feel really relieved after History of Comm, because the questions were way better than I'd expected, judging from past year examinations. I have a strict rule of not discussing anything about the paper right before or after it, in fact most of the time I just throw away my notes once I'm done with my module. This time, though, my friends have told me I should keep them for my children, in case they end up following their mother's footsteps (God forbid).

And that was when I said, Children? What children?

I really like the examination periods in NTU. Because time passes really quickly and before you know it it's all over, and you have slightly more than a month to just piss your life away. Undergraduate life is so enriching I tell you. Anyway, today I was asked to sketch a cybernetics model with at least one human being, so I drew two people talking and made little notes like this is their body language and this is facial expression. I even drew two speech bubbles. Then Jinli showed me the model she did as practice and I saw a really nice diagram mind you, DIAGRAM, of communication between god-knows-what, with nice arrows that made sense and looked scientific.

Then I realised shit, maybe that would've been a smarter thing to do. Draw a box and label it human instead of actually drawing a human being.

I hope Detenber has a sense of humour. Judging from the different hats/wigs he wore just now while walking up and down the examination hall, I reckon he does.

The Turning Point of My Undergraduate Life.

I haven't blogged in so long and it's not every day that I get some semblance of inspiration so I better do this quick before it all goes away.

For starters, I've actually been doing alright. My exams are in two days and I'm leaving for Indonesia in less than two weeks yet I don't feel very anxious. In fact it all feels very routine-like and normal. I feel more nervous for my exams because the first paper's the hardest and I really, really can't care much about dead old people who have somehow made a difference to my course of choice. Gee it's great someone decided to start a communications school 100 years ago (I'm not accurate) but apart from that why is this so important again? There is a reason I've been avoiding History like the plague since my secondary school days.

Oh and guess what. Not really the best time to be finding out about this but I've discovered I'm actually doing so much better in my Visual Communication and Film Studies classes than my Newswriting one. If I'm seriously considering journalism as a career, maybe I should consider something else for a change.

Like being a housewife.