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elroy

Woohoo!

Jill Scott's Gettin' In The Way.

hardly a new song but still one of my favourites, reeking of oomph and attitude!

"sugar honey girl fly fly away
I been a lady up to now don't know how much more I can take
Queens shouldn't swing if you know what I mean
But I'm bout to take my earrings off get me some Vaseline
(You better go on get out my face girl you better chill)
Chill and I mean it
(You better back down before you get smacked down you better chill)
You better relax yourself
(You better go on get out my face girl you better chill
He's my man and nobody else's\"


Yo mama!

Woohoo!
almost done for my psych report on human communications!
done with the part i've been yanking my hair out for, that is.
Now, if only i could speed up on the edits and presentation.

Garh! anyway, my nightmare for the night is almost over!



last week of school and i've got an evolutionary psych presentation and two more spanish tests to go, on top of that human communications thing.... And i thought the last week of school's where people start skipping school to prepare for exams.
Gawd, i'm talking so much shit. Anyway, Jill Scott kicks ass and Stats can kiss my ass!

elroy

 as unpredictable as my life could get, as exciting as i try to make it to be, there's just one day that remains the same. 

My predictable Wednesday. 

day starts off with plans to wake up at 0900 to leave school in time for cognitive psychology at 1030. 0845, Alarms start having a go at me from marimbas to motorcycles on the iphone. Fingers fumbles to switch them off as i stuff the phone under my pillow. Eyes shut, body limp while my mind goes into a hyperdrive-thinking, thinking, thinking.

i think about how fucked i am. 
i think about how good everything is.
i think about the people i wish would just drop dead and die.
i think about the people i care and if i've the time for them. 
i think about what i should be doing today.
i think about all the stuff i've to do. 
i think about the things i do not have the answers to. 
i think about sleep.
and i fall right back into sleep.

i wake a few hours later. sometimes with text, sometimes without. Sometimes it goes, "hey, coming for lecture?" to which i sheepishly reply, "Ooopsy, i just woke up. was it any good?"

Generalmente me levanto, me ducho, me afeito, me peino y me visto. A veces desayuno pero siempre abuela un beso antes de salir de casa. Conduzco para la universidad. Mi clase comienza...

Searching for a lot, cursing and swearing till i find one. Walk the long paths of NTU, find the way for my lecture theatre despite the deceiving signs that has got me missing/late for numerous tests now. Usually, i'll get into the class about 10-15 minutes late. Slipping behind the lecturer, seated at the same side, talk about evolution.

And always, (though the strength of it differs on days), i get nauseous. Terribly nauseous. I would love to throw up but i usually skip breakfast-so nope, i don't think that's an option. I nose which usually is stuffed always pick up this particular scent. THE SCENT that makes me nauseous. I look up and it's always that FB (think Austin Powers) with that stuck up look. GAWD. the source of my Wednesday routine.

For crying out loud, it's bad enough you're running around in public, releasing your body odour, you really didn't have to ambush a group of students in a terribly small lecture theatre. I don't think a decent deodorant would cost much. Love yourself a little, more. There i would, stuffing mints and emptying whatever sweets (again usually mints) to mask out the smell. It's so not fair i run the risk of running to the loo with their laxative effect threatening. It really ain't. 

Anyway, to break the horrors of FB and BOs, i'm gonna catch Charlie Unicorn!


Another case of "it's so annoying it's good!"

elroy
still in school. still flippin' books. still being tested. 

 

Alrighty, a little late to jump onto their bandwagon despite singing along to Bulletproof (wondering, Hey, this sounds a little like Sophie Ellis Baxter, doesn't it?).

Anyway,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7IGE58IPgo

"Love, love is like a stubborn youth
That you'd rather just deny
I'm walking on a broken roof
While I'm looking at the sky

It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention

I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy"

With members from the executive board dropping out like flies to pesticide, Bernice asked me if we were unforgiving people.
i said, "no", (unforgivingly-oh the irony!) mumbled a few lines and came to realisation, that, oh, we are actually. -i'll leave this as such since the issue is a little raw and sensitive as of now.

driving home from a lovely night at East Coast for Carl's with Bernice and walking Jackie after an awful day of people botching up marketing campaigns which got me scrambling to wipe up people's asses-that also effectively screwed my plans and my very first day of recess week. bummer. Random people popped up. Oh! Chatted with dear Miss C from half way round the globe too, like finally, (not quite but close to) a proper conversation.

anyway, on being unforgiving, i do find it hard to forgive when the person on the other end just seem so detached from it. IT, being the shit and mess they've created yet not have the decency to take up the responsibility or slightest hint of remorse for it.

which begs the question, why bother apologising when you don't even mean it? i'm not an idiot and that's not my name(sorry, The Ting Tings played in my mind for a while there)!

of course, that's not to say that i don't ever forgive. I do, when it is sincere. Numbers mean nothing to me.
I also do when the person on the other end may be a little too daft to understand the severity of their own action-but when i've laid my cards on the table, that seriously, to me, WAS the golden opportunity to apologise. Just a simple, heartfelt sorry that probably lasts 0.3 seconds and TaDaah! You've got the issue settled.

Oh well, i see you chose the different route though, and that to me WAS and IS my indication to sieve my circle of friends. Funny how a few weeks before, i was at a networking event and came in conversation with someone about spotting bullshit. She has issues spotting bullshit. I don't, if i find them, they're out of my life.

if i was a friend of benefits of sorts, rather, a sucker for sympathetic situations to be used, that, is actually fine, in the name of existentialism, that's really why we are around anyway. However, being a sucker for sympathetic situations to be abused, now, that just took it up one notch too much for my sensibilities to accept. Like, you know, like, Me, like, stuuupiiid, like it happened? i guess it's ¡Adios! friendship, ¡Hola¡ ...what do you call it these days anyway? You know, those you call (quoting Brenda) "fake as pressed on nails"?

anyway, elroy, focus!
europe with siblings! beach bumming for executive board retreat! all in december! need to churn out money-if only Leprechaun were real! ... would totally bitch slap for gold now.

argh.
people.
insolent.
imbecile.
pisses me.
off, big time.
what the fuck?

Argh!

should have just majored in one of those arty farty subjects instead.

i wouldn't be yanking my hair out now.

annoyed.

just one bit the bait.
just one biting the bullet.
just one bit the dust.

thrown into the game,
crowned "the f pawn" for the year,
drowned and isolate.

puppet on a string,
left dangle dangled dangling,
lying limbs on a string.

treated me a fool,
that i never thought i would,
churned spurned burned for good.

chances floated free,
how about some penitence,
classic/old school ones?


"Why'd you sing Hallelujah, if it means nothing to you" - (Thank you) Damien Rice,
though you may have meant it a little more "Delicate" manner, but that line alone is befitting here, bastardised or not.

never expected myself to be the fool but i was.
(oh my god. i was so stupid!)

don't ever expect me to be there, ever.

Hallelujah, time really does tell. I'm glad i saw for myself.
Hallelujah, i'm through with you. I don't deserve this and a friend like that.


elroy

Whoopieedooo!

out of the jungle and into the mountains i go!

2 ICTs down, 8 more to go.
never quite imagine myself to say this, but reservist was actually pretty fun. And yeah, it was a good break from aiesec work since i couldn't access my emails at all. (but i'm clearing all the shit from 2 weeks in my mailbox now. Phew! down to 71 from 180!)

handled a bunch of drunk girls puking all over the airport -which was seriously quite hilarious. the only regret being that i didn't take down any of those evidence. Damn! lost 5 potential money trees.

Still, more aiesec work to go as i get back into groove.

Off to Melbourne tonight, snowboarding tomorrow!

elroy

meeting room 4.2

54 emails awaiting responses!
discuss, discuss, discuss.
plan and plan some more.

31 emails left!
bitch and gag.
discuss, respond to emails, discuss.

22 more emails to go!
1 individual plan
1 overdue department budget
1 website to check
2 blogs to update
2 corporate meetings
3 order enquiries
3 branding/communications package/workshops to roll out.
4 proposals to work on

weee!
15 emails to go.

gee, i think i'm getting better at multi-tasking.


elroy.
damn it! more emails are coming in. ARRRGH!!!

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=188624175166

dear friends, fans (being deluded, may i add), random blog visitors and stalkers (again! i'm being deluded!)
anyway, if you are interested, do get back to me.
your support would be very much appreciated now and for the future generations to come.


elroy

screwed!

i just spent over 2 hours following tweeters and live blog updates from wayangparty.com !

not that i regret it; it's exciting stuff but with 3 more papers to go... damn!

fingers crossed on the aware saga.

now, i really should take her advise to "shut up and sit down".


elroy
back to books, hopefully.

it all goes down hill from here...






elroy

in case you've not already known, i've been away in Egypt for an AIESEC conference...
weeee!
well, more info here:
http://sarongpartypeople.blogspot.com

.......
i'm just stalling time from writing my essay.
due later.
....


Argghhh.



elroy.

know of a spinster/bachelor who's your relative?

...... get worried.

"Clinical psychologist have long believed that a simple bit of L(life outcomes) data, having never been married by age forty, is a fairly reliable marker of psychopathology." Funder, David.

hmm. i think it's verified and concrete in my case.

there's a poison that runs through my veins when i'm sleeping.

i need sunshine.

when you've got shit loads to complete and your head just can't stop spinning around,
all i wanna do is to drop dead and die (sings to the tune of "All I Want To Do Is to Have Some Fun").

i know i've been quiet dead for a while.
even while messages/calls of good wishes came in (by the way, thank yous), i was busying myself with ...
friends had been wondering where on earth i've been (well, not all obviously...)
so the past holidays-apart for time with some friends, i think a bigger part was spent on my family and an even larger part was spent being an idealist in a pragmatic world.

this being one of them (and the best part is...it works!):





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Hope to see you soon!

Best Regards,
Elroy Tan Kj
Organising Committee President
Exchange Participant Recruitment Drive
AIESEC in National University of Singapore 08/09 AIESEC Singapore 08/09

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Not knowing how to use powerpoint is an excuse to push your job to another.
Yeah?
Not knowing how to use powerpoint merely means not knowing how to benefit from the aesthetics it provides.
Yeah?
Not knowing how to use powerpoint DOES NOT MEAN not knowing how to edit the contents.
Yeah?

Not knowing how to use powerpoint and not knowing how to use your brains are two entirely different things.
Yeah?
Please get that right.
Unless you're still too daft to get it, then only would you be exonerated.



elroy