WAH!

It's SNOWING! In March! What the heck. So so so pretty at night. It started of as mini flakes as we were walking to the library, then it became hail and clattered against the windows and coated everything in 3 hours, after that it was just nice soft snow. I threw some into Daryl's shirt. He sought revenge but missed. Bean and i ate some of the fresh snow on the ground (it's kleen okay), it was airy and slightly chewy. So nice!

But i'm slightly disappointed... why is it snowing in March?

Advenchers.

Oh man i havent blogged in donkey years. So i'm going to spill the juice on my life to all you people who i know are dying to to find out *coffyahrightcoff*.

Reading break was from 17feb to 25feb. Reading break, as the name suggests is for catching up on reading, because being the passionate knowledge-lovers we are, we are highly likely to do just that. Yeah... so i got nothing done. What i did accomplish was, almost finishing episodes 1-16 of CSI NY and then falling in love with Danny Messers (oh man so cute). On the whole it was a pleasant, although somewhat uneventful week of waking up at 11 everyday and watching the world go by. Except on the last day where i had an incident in which i almost panicked because i thought my essay proposal was due the next day. Yeah... it wasnt. heh heh.

I got a hair cut at a salon called Rain on 2nd Avenue. I bluffed papa i cut my hair like a pageboy and he semi believed me and was quite horrified for a while. But too bad i had to webcam with them and they found out the truth in the end. I now have bangs and long straight hair cut straight across at the back. I like it quite a lot, thanks.

The other day Bean and i went down to Wreck Beach to watch the sun go down. We figured we'd better do it now before the warmer weather brings the wrinkly people back to bask in their birthday suits (Yes, Wreck Beach is a nudist beach. I've been there in the summer before and i can't say it's a very pretty sight. You're constantly forced to avert your eyes. Although i did buy nice turquoise silk pants for $5 bucks from the hippies.) Yah so we went at about 530pm hopped down each and every one of the precarious steps down to the beach (there are a hell lot of them) and stumbled, legs shaking, onto the beach. It was annoyingly cloudy the whole time but it was still pretty. You could tell the sun was trying very hard to outshine the clouds, jabbing orange light through it but couldnt do it in the end. So we climbed along onto the wave breaker and sat among the rocks and stayed until it went down just to, you know, show that we were rooting for him. After it became dark and i was sufficiently frozen by the butt to the rocks, we decided to go for dinner. It was then that we realised our dire need for a torchlight. After fumbling about for a bit on the beach we found the long long long long flight of steps up to the top and to civilization, and started to climb. There were rather useless attempts to use my cell phone as a torchlight while in that neverending tunnel of energy-draining work. Pitch black and surrounded by trees overhead and on either side , it was the perfect scene for the yeti monster to come crashing out of the foliage and drag us off screaming by the hair. Nothing like that happened of course (i dont think i could survive a yeti attack), although we did get horrifically scared when we saw/heard/felt something moving/swaying slowly a few metres in front of us. Turns out it was a chinaman toiling up the stairs like we were. We probably scared the heck out of him too after squealing to ourselves. He probably thought we were little pig-spirits or something. But anyway, we emerged panting at the top, congratulated each other heartily much to the alarm of the chinaman. We tried to climb the fence outside Bean's res but failed, then squeezed through it instead and then went for dinner.

The end.

P to the M to the S.

I hate this pre-period phase. Your body bloats, your face bloats, your guts bloat, and soon you look very pleasantly balloon like. Your back hurts, your ankles hurt and you cant sleep at night. This is what it must be like to be pregnant. And because your face bloats you go through an I'm-so-ugly phase that drives you nuts for about 3 days and intensified with the jittery hormonal imbalance that comes with PMS.

Then you sort of lose the will to do anything. You dont want to try, or care, or talk. Nothing really seems worth the trouble anymore.

Rain, rain go away
Before i smack your soggy head.

Results of Experiment Code #03-h5. Part 01.

The exam turned out to be only moderately frightful. Subject relied almost entirely on her distant memories of lectures and on God's grace and mercy for her plight, admittedly more so on the latter. The experiment did not go quite as planned (see Methods) but because of this the lab has rediscovered something that was quite lost due to the overuse of common sense and such hogwash: the fact that miracles happen.

Experimental complications arose when subject decided to take a short nap before continuing to study. At 1.30am, the subject, being heavy in spirit and in eyelids set her phone alarm for 2.15am with full intention of waking up and studying the finer details of Chapter 6, Phylum Porifera: The Sponges, first among 4 other similarly heavily detailed chapters of invertebrate organisms. Without knowledge of the action of turning off the alarm when it rang at the appointed time, subject slept as though dead waking up only at 3.30am. She sat up druggedly, swayed about for a minute with thoughts of sponges swimming vaguely in her mind, and promptly fell asleep while still sitting up. Finally, she jerked awake again at 7.05am and realised she had stuffed none of the intended material into any brain. She scrambled in a state of high alarm into the bathroom to wash up (ooh that reminds me. she has not brushed her teeth.) and then hurried off to Wesbrook building after snatching up 2 pages of notes on the way out, praying that God would have mercy on her poor soul.

The subject found the exam doable after all, although greatly lamenting her time management or lack thereof. She now has seen evidence of and believes that miracles happen when you ask and if you believe.

She walked pristinely out of the exam room thinking of something a Bean once said to her, "There! That's the fattest guy in Engineering! I tell you, he's damn smelly!" and giggled to herself.

Results expected
Borderline pass. Hallelujah.

I am Lab Rat. I Drink Coffee.

Well now. I am going to conduct a small experiment.

Introduction
The subject is a female, 20 years (help!) of age, Wt. 45Kg, Ht. 165cm. This particular subject was picked because of her present predicament and her availability to the lab. This predicament, while widely common among university students is the cause of much stress/grief/bad skin/upset hormonal balance on her part. She is faced with the gargantuan task of cramming for her midterm (not even begun), which requires extensive memorization of miniscule details, many of which are necessary neither for everyday living, nor for future success. Said midterm is taking place in exactly 10 hours. Current time is 10pm, 15 Feb 2007.

Methods
Stay up till almost dead stuffing details into her brain. Sleep at least 3 hours. Drink coffee before midterm.

Results expected
Borderline pass. If lucky.

Lookit!

The purpose of me lying among shrubbery was to test if the bush could hold my weight. It did. Vincent says it looks like my funeral. HAHA!

Save me!

I'm bursting with incompetence. My heart is heavy. It's not the grief that's killing me, it's the hopelessness of it all.

Plus my mind is empty of any conceivable knowledge of Physical Chem. I want my mummy.

Mountains.

I caught a glimpse of the mountains against a clear blue sky while walking to the library today. I've never in my life thought that mountains were beautiful things. I've always thought that they were just rocks in triangular formation, and rocks were really just rocks whatever pattern they chose to pose in.

Well it struck me today that those mountains, with glowing white veins of snow sprawled over it, with the blue sky over and the sea spread out under, were utterly beautiful. I think it was the almost divine glow that the sun lent to the entire picture. Or maybe it was actual divine intervention that God chose to cause me to turn my head at that moment to look upon those mountains - because their beauty reminded me of the things God has given me here, things i would never have had if i stayed in Singapore, or had given up part way. All in a split second i realised i had no business lamenting the distance from home, or things i wanted but could not have. It also reminded me that i was glad to be here, and i must not be blinded by sentiment.

I already know all that. Sometimes i just need reminders.

I am in dire need of leave-in conditioner. My hair resembles dried seaweed. Looks like another trip downtown is in order.

O Happy Day.

Today is a happy day.

If you remember the English essay i was moaning about a few weeks ago, i feel compelled to tell the world that, as much as you hate essay writing, it is possible to get *coughfullmarkscough* if you get into it properly. So like i said, today is a happy day.

This also because engineer Bean snuck in to my bio lab today and was my partner for the day. It was so fun! She kept squealing wah! so exciting! as she poked around in my dissecting kit. We had so much fun cutting up the squid and shoving its innards around. She also jabbed the ovaries out of shape and marveled at her work. It was a particularly cool lab today since we cooked parts of our squids in tempura batter and ate them and wrote our names in my lab notebook with the squid's ink. Then we viciously burst it's eyeballs and wondered at them for a bit. We were the last ones to leave since much time was spent touching the starfish and anemones (or nehnehnehmonys as Bean says) in the fish tank and discussing lobsters. I was incapacitated at the last part of the lab since i sliced my hand open with my scapel while hacking away at the skin of a very stubborn shellfish. So Bean happily finished hacking for me and got squirted with a shower of yellow mollusc juice, lamenting her lack of biologist skills. It was the funnest lab i've ever had.

I do believe, that the bubble tea was drugged. I am woozy as a drunken prawn right now.

The Prince and the Fog.

The fog is nuts! It's so thick now that i can only see as far as the parapet outside my window. How marvelously exciting. I want to wander around in it because i might feel like a shadowy secret agent. Now if only the parents would give me the money to buy that trench coat...

Daryl told me not to lie about wanting to feel like a secret agent, and that i was just wishing that my prince charming would ride out of the fog on a white horse. Firstly, i think prince charmings are highly overrated and the idea of having one is quite, quite gross.

If anyone ever, in a fit of emotion, tells me, "Baby, let me be your Prince Charming. We will ride away on my white horse (his name is Robert) to a beautiful land land where nothing exists except you and me. You will have nothing to fear for i, your princely darling, will protect you," I dunno... I might kick him.

And secondly, headless riders are more prone to riding out of fogs than headful princey-darlings.

Friday Night Misadventure.

For an account of me and Bean's Friday night misadventure, please read her blog. She describes it very well so i wont tell it again. She's more angry about it than i am, though.

Official Announcement:

Ivane Chew is attached to Tan Yan Liang. We expect wedding bells soon. Then a baby carriage.

Teehee!