Go to any Starbucks Singapore outlet on 8th December 2005 and get your favourite beverage* on the house. (via cowboy caleb)

Videos That Rock, New Order: The Early Years, and a retrospective on Beck! Chekkidout.

Why bother having conversations with your coffee when the ones you have with your friends are already so strange? ;p

Photo portraits of people and their dreams on a chalkboard. Cool concept, interesting aspirations. (via dom)

I’m having some horrific breakout - attributed by most I complain to to stress - and the most annoying of the lot is this particularly painful pimple (hooray for a triple alliteration!) is located slightly south of my right ear, somewhere along my jawline. It’s painful, it’s in a weird place, it’s irritating the hell out of me, and I keep picking at it because my saturated brain refuses to process that the irksome blemish is a pimple and that it should direct itchy fingers away from it, not to keep picking at it until it starts hurting more than before and I realise, “Oh. It’s my stupid pimple again. Shit, I shouldn’t have picked at it.”

The weird thing is that all (bar one) of my pimples from this ridiculous out-break are located on the right half of my face. And my right ear just started itching about 3 minutes ago. I couldn’t figure it out until just recently, when I realised that the right side of the brain is the creative side and the left one is the nerdy side (I forget what they proper names are, you get my point so just bear with me here), hence the breakout is a manifestation of the recent dramatic increase in stress placed on my poor nerdy brain which is often under utilized.

There is nothing like exams to encourage Alternative Logic style creativity.

You wonder what law students at NUS are studying these days, or how credible/reliable Singapore’s Legal System really is when you’re studying with law student friends and you see the following in their notes. (They pointed it out to me, I wasn’t reading their notes instead of mine. Okay actually I did, but that was only when one of them stole my Sociolinguistics text book and started leafing through it to see if it was as bad as I was making it out to be. She concurred that it was.)

In some statute or other:

Dramatic arts: A choreograhic show, or any other dumb show.

My friend couldn’t decide if they meant dumb, as in mute, or dumb, as in stupid.

Taken from a judge’s ruling in some copyrights case:

The logos are gross.

He then concluded that it wasn’t an infringement on the plaintiff’s copyrights, with the above statement as one of the contributions to his decision.

3 days till this madness is over. I have many things to whine about regarding how awful timing can be, but that’s another story for another day.

My favourite from David And Goliath Tees. See also this and this. Teeheehee. (via j-a)

In a little under five and a half hours, you’ll be in my arms again. :)

Now Playing: Heaven by Bryan Adams

1. This is now procrastinating and I should not be typing this out, nor should I click on the Publish button when I’m done typing it.
2. I’m going to fail the walrus module.
3. Waking people up very cheerfully is not always responded to in like.
4. The ridix playlist is back. (It was substituted by brokedownpalace and blah for the past week.)
5. TOMORROW, TOMORROW, I LOVE YOU, TOMORROW - YOU’RE ONLY A DAY AWAY!

Now Playing: Tomorrow by Annie :)

(I don’t care that I’m not supposed to be blogging: if I had my way, I’d be asleep. What I mean is that even if I wasn’t blogging, I wouldn’t be studying, and the point of my self-imposed - and subsequently ignored - ban on blogging is that it shouldn’t take up studying time, which this isn’t, hence I’m allowed to blog and don’t nag me.)

Since my floor is now dirty, and I’m very angry with the stupid exams for being so cumbersome (I’m not allowed to party the weekend before my exams, and this just has to be the exact same weekend that Poptart turns one, not that I’d go since I’m making a little trip down to the airport but that’s besides the point), I shall attempt to cheer myself up with noticing and making a big deal out of how Christmassy and cheerful the contacts drawer of my Proteus message box looks.

I think it’s pretty.

(And this is such a bad attempt at trying to justify blogging when I’m now procrastinating both studying and clearing the awful ash-pile on my floor. Gargh.)

I know I’m not supposed to be blogging but I just woke up and I’m not really ready to start studying yet anyway, so here goes:

I’m so grouchy. I have a little side table in my room where I place one of my ash trays for in-bed smoking. My bed (in my dorm room) is a single bed (i.e. SMALL), last night I fell asleep with my laptop on the opposite side of my bed from the side table, i.e. the pillow was kind of overlapping a little onto Mr Side Table’s space.

I woke up with a start this morning. And for no reason. (Don’t you hate it when that happens?) So when I realised that no, I wasn’t late for anything, and yes, I still had a bit of time to go back to sleep, I swiped my pillow towards me and grouchily snuggled back down to sleep for a little while more. Only Mr Fat Pillow happened to side-swipe Ms Ash Tray (I don’t know when their gender got assigned just indulge me here) and now there is a huge mess on the floor for w. to clean up.

At least my ash tray didn’t break. It’s my cool Malboro Menthol Lights pack lookalike from Hong Kong. Complete with some of the general health warnings in Chinese. (Not that I can read them. Which is just the way I like it.)

What a way to start your day. Sulk

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