O CURSED DAY.

I CURSE THE TIMES I WATCHED SCRUBS OR CSI OR ROME OR ANY OTHER FATALLY ADDICTIVE SHOW ONE AFTER ANOTHER AFTER ANOTHER, INSTEAD OF DOING WORK. I CURSE THE TIMES I CHOSE TO BLOG-SURF OR LOOK AT THE PROFILES OF RANDOMS ON FACEBOOK INSTEAD OF DOING PROBLEM SETS. I CURSE ALL THE TIMES I CHOSE PLEASURE OVER PAIN WHEN KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN OTHERWISE.
I CURSE THEM ALL THE THE FIERY CHASMS OF HELL, BECAUSE NO AMOUNT OF PLEASURE IS WORTH FAILING THIS EXAM.

I AM SO VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW I COULD THROW MY APPLE THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW AND SCREAM AT THE STREET. AND THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME. WELL, THERE'S ME OF COURSE, BUT WHY WOULD I DO THAT, RIGHT? IT'S NEVER MY FAULT. NEVER, YOU HEAR?!

WHO, WHEN STUDYING FOR AN EXAM, SETS EYES ON THE MOST IMPORTANT CHAPTER OF THE COURSE FOR THE FIRST TIME THE VERY MORNING OF THE EXAM AND CHARGES THROUGH IT IN ONE HOUR, BECAUSE OMG THE EXAM IS IN AN HOUR! TELL ME WHO?!

OMG I'M SO VERY VERY ANGRY WITH YOU VERA! YOU HAVE UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED ME AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO BELIEVED IN YOU. YOU ARE SO DISGUSTING I DONT EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT YOU. GET AWAY FROM THE MIRROR.

FUCKDUMBSHITPIGGADILLY.

I'm House Hunting!

I feel so grown up.

I dont want to live in residence anymore. It is time to grow up and cook for myself and live in a real house. So exciting. I have appointments lined up tomorrow to look at two places, a townhouse and a condo, both on campus (so yeay!). The condo looks really nice judging from the pictures but it's $875 a month. The townhouse is $690 a month but i have no idea what it looks like. The houses on campus are generally nice though. If i get the townhouse i'll be sharing it with a female Chinese PhD student, and if i get the condo it'll be with a female science undergrad student. I'll broadcasting this in so much detail for 2 reasons: because i love you all and i want you to know what is happening to me, and because it saves me time since i dont have to email papa about it now. HAHA.

Ooh i just found somemore pictures of the condo. I let you see.

Vera is staring sleepily at her Bio 201 notes. She thinks it has got to do with the big fish burger she had for lunch, plus the too much sleep she got last night (~9 hours). She feels like she needs coffee or a chai latte and a blueberry muffin. Now where's her dedicated house elf?

I found out the news about the massacre at Virginia Tech this morning as i stepped out of the lift. People in the building order the Vancouver Sun so there's a pile of them with room numbers written on them in the lift lobby every morning. That's where i get my daily news updates - from the headlines at a glance. Oh sick, sick person whoever he is... Apparently he looked very calm when he shot the 32 or so students. I wonder if these people are possessed, actually.

Anyway, i found it more striking than usual because of my dream last night. I dreamt that i was back in Fairfield (although the school looked totally different) and we were in this huge stadium very much like the kind NBA players have their games in watching some concert. Everyone was wearing the yellow Fairfield P.E t-shirt and we filled the entire stadium so we must have looked like a giant oval sun from above. Suddenly, bullets were flying and hitting the ground in the middle of the stadium and a few of the performers and people in the audience fell dead. The sea of yellow humanity was thrown into a confused panic. Then i saw a sniper crouching high up in the corner of the bleachers with his rifle glinting in the glare of the stadium lights. Suddenly the people around him started taking notice of the killer and started attacking the him like a belligerent group of soldier ants. I think they overcame him. But a few seconds later, some people came storming in with machine guns and semi-automatics and started shooting at the crowd. Two of them came close to me and shot three people some way in front. One was a woman and she shot someone with a pistol the colour of white chocolate. They kept shooting until there was only a small group of us left (i managed to get away, somehow not in a panic) and the gunmen were talking to us. I actually think Miss Elaine Lim was there giving one of her leadership speeches. I'm not sure but i remember thinking her name and being shocked. Then one of the men fired three shots at the group of us and i ran away to the bathroom for fear of being shot.

I cant remember the rest, but i find it weird that it coincided with the Virginia Tech massacre.

I also think it had to do with the fact that i watched Children of Men yesterday in Beany's room. I found it quite disturbing at times, especially when the British army gunned down some innocents in the refugee camp who came out with their hands lifeted in surrender. One day God will punish us for what we do to one another.

Okay enough digression... back to work. Ooh! i spy a vacant chair! *hurries bum over*

And So It Begins...

In 2 hours and 55 minutes' time.

"It" Being Passing in a Miraculous Flash of Colour.

And once again she furiously crams academic information into her head on the eve of the exam. Pant... Will she do it again this time?

Stay tuned for more on the nerdy adventures of Vera Yang on your favorite channel!

Unexpected Stuff That Happens to Me #3048234

In the most unexpected of times and in the most unexplainable ways, people you never thought could, can touch your heart in the most profound of ways. Here's a conversation Vincent (Yes, constantly-poking-fun-at-us-Vincent, Lesbian-porn-joke-spewing-Vincent, Supposedly-dead-inside-Vincent) and I had:

partypoppersss@hotmail.com says:
ahh...
partypoppersss@hotmail.com says:
dont really want to talk about it
很久沒有這種麻煩的感覺...感覺很好的一天.. 可惡, 今天晚上得寫報告... says:
ok, it's fine, just let you know i am here
很久沒有這種麻煩的感覺...感覺很好的一天.. 可惡, 今天晚上得寫報告... says:
will do the same as what you have to me

In saying that, he did more for me than he thought he did. That - especially because it came from a person like Vincent - struck me speechless for a minute and a half, and then turned my black mood right around. This is why some people steadfastly continue to do good, despite living in a world of injustice and bitterness, where the scent of kindness seems to be sucked away the moment a good thing happens. This is why people believe in a loving God. This is where people find hope in this world. God works in mysterious ways. So deep that even the wisest cannot fathom.

After that Papa and Mother called with news of a new car and a new apartment. So now i'm a happy bird.

Things I Detest.

SPOTS
Whether it's a polka-dot skirt or little off-white blobs of bacteria colonies in a petri dish or a spotty rash, the sight of spots turns my stomach cold while my face twists into a grimace. Especially if theyre small and close together. Or red. Or white on a dark background. Or has spots on the spots *shudder*. Or growing on something living. Or worse of all... moving.

HOODIES
Those fuzzy sacks with holes are not cool. I dont care if everyone's wearing them. Or if the supa-happenin' dawgs down in the 'hood wear them with the bling to rap about da sexy 'hos. Or if the university orders them in bulk with its name emblazoned across the front so that they can steal $60 from suckers at the book store. They are unflatteringly shapeless. They make you look like you came out of the gym without changing clothes and went to class (especially when paired with slacks and white and pink sneakers. halp). I mean, wear them when you have absolutely nothing else to wear, or when you just need to do downstairs for breakfast and dont want to change yet. But, oh man, please dont wear it like it is a fashion statement. You dont look cool or crackalackin' or hip or groovy. You just look like you have no taste whatsoever.
Sorry. I'm very passionate about this extremely meaningful issue.

LOOKING AT DRY LIPS
Moisturise, people! Flaky lips are not sexy.

WHEN PEOPLE SAY 'LIKE' TOO MANY TIMES
"Like, please. It's, like, so cool to say like all the time. It, like, makes me sound so, like... intelligent. Paris Hilton! She's, like, the sexiest biatch, oh my gawd!"

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!

Elizabeth:It would never have worked out between us.

Jack:Keep telling yourself that, darling.

HAHA!

Night of the Living Earthworms.

It was a cold, rainy night. Charcoal grey clouds obscured any trace of star and moon, and pelted my exceedingly crooked hot pink umbrella with plops of water from the heavens. All the earthworms in UBC had come up out of the ground in full force: fat, juicy ones; skinny, sleek ones; curly, wriggly ones.

They appeared on the pavement in the approximate frequency of one every 30 cm(squared) of ground, their glistening bodies visible as thin slits of reflected light in the glow of the street lamps. You had to keep your eyes on the pavement and watch where you placed your feet in the dark in case you squished one and got earthworm guts all over the bottom of your shoe. In Bean's mind, the earthworms were trying to take over the world as she squealed among the worm-ful puddles. I poked a skinny one on the ground at the traffic light. It was gliding along calmly, minding its own business, when a giant index finger (mine) poked it on its side. Immediately, it responded by making itself smaller, drawing in its body so that it was shorter in length but fatter in diameter. Bean looked on revolted as it writhed on the ground and curled on itself twice in what it must have thought was a display of ferocious protest, and i was promptly forbidden to pick it up upon my suggestion.

What if there was a massive attack of the earthworms? Imagine the earth covered inches deep with earthworms! A beige-brown, soft, wet, squirming mass of fat worms smothering everything on God's green earth. Help. I have a mental image of that now and it's not going away.

Bean and the Matchmaking Scheme.

After watching Love Actually over lunch and not crying at the part where Jaime proposes to Aurelia and she agrees (Really...)

Bean: Veh. I'm dreaming of finding you a man.

The World is my Oyster.

I would please like to go for this, Papa and Mummy:

www.semesteratsea.com

No joke, i really really want to go. Go check it out please! The Biology courses for the Spring 2007 voyage are so exciting it's sending me into a frenzy. How can i set my mind on English research papers when there are courses like that on board a ship that sails around the world??? There will be field trips where we get to see these animals in their natural habitats in the Amazon, South Africa and Asia! Who gets to do that?!?

Oh man i'm bursting out of my mind please Papa can i go? Pleeeeeeeease???