Welcome to the Esplanade. I like the Esplanade. Alot. It's so artsy fartsy. I like the library in there too. It's a conducive place to study in. I study there on my own. Now that you know where I study, please don't go there because I hate people.


Went there recently to study and Jtan was so niceeeee. Jtan just came back from Hongkong and has no exams BUT STILL he's so nice he actually offered to accompany me while I mug, for motivation and to poke me when I'm being lazy. Isn't Jtan just the sweetest? I'm praising him now, so his head will swell and he won't fit through the door. Haha! You're stuck now, hongky boy! If it weren't for him, I would've been to lazy to get out and probably not studying productively at home. Yayyy.


After studying from 11am to about 4plus pm, We went to the roof terrace thingy thing thing to chill out, or rather thaw, after being frozen in the library. And I took that picture! Isn't it niceeee? I'm trying to be artsy fartsy! Don't mock me okay, I know I'm a noob leave me beeeeee!

I took other pictures too. Which left Jtan very amused caz I was all over the place and letting mozzies feast on my arms too.







Considering the camera is only 3 megapix, like the camera in my phone (EEESH!) I think I like the pictures I took. I want to put Jtan's face up here but, we both saw his double chin hahahaha I shall put up a more flattering one next time :D


Jtan! I owe you Starbucks! Don't forget :)



Elle

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Just taking a little break from the heavy workload!

Unfortch, I can't embed the video to blogger :(

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You're a stupid lecturer!
OMG I hate studying for INAC.


Firstly, the questions that come out are stupid, redundant, unimportant yet given SUCH A HIGH WEIGHTAGE OF MARKS FART. FART FART FART.

Secondly, in your notes, you listed 4 and 5 errors for 2 different methods respectively. At the end of your notes, your revision question was;

List 6 errors involved in the preparation of volumetric solutions by each of these methods:
a)The Direct method
b)The serial dilution method

WTF YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT DIRECT METHOD. wtf is a direct method? The 2 methods previously mentioned in your notes is "Errors involved in preparing stock solution" and "Errors involved in dilution" (AND this is after I corrected your English)

I AM GOING TO ASSUME that "Errors involved in preparing stock solution" is the DIRECT FARTING METHOD you were talking about.


STILL, you want me to list 6 errors for EACH METHOD? WHEN YOU ONLY GAVE LESS THAN 6 WTF WTF WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU? Are you retarded? Did someone stab you in the brain?
OMG HOW CAN YOU EARN SO MUCH MONEY AS A LECTURER WHEN YOU SUCK BALLS.


I am so pissed off studying.
Hopeless.
I HATE polytechnics. YOU HEAR ME? YES. Poly is full of SHITHEADS. Shoudve gone to a JC.


FML.



Angry,
Elle.

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I'm at the Esplanade library now.


I will squeeze everything in my head now.



Wish me luck.



Elle

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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Life is about contradictions. The safest theory I can come up with.




I should blog about this, because, well, no reason actually.




I blew a big big hole in my pocket. I went shopping with XT when I'm broke. You're a joke, Elle. Yeah, well, I'm broke, and retail therapy isn't doing its therapeutic wonders.


I bought beautiful things that my religious parents would throw me to hell for. Spent over a hundred bucks I think, I don't even dare look at my bank book. Omg no way. I think, I shall devote the next 5 months to depositing money.





I shall surprise Hokes with my new look tomorrow. I finally have more than one dress zomg clap for me people, clap!



I realised, I live for what I see in his eyes when he looks at me.
Now that I have it, I don't know if I can live without it.
No, you don't really understand. (I just like to say that regardless your understanding)

I want time to stop at a nice time.


The things I really want to say, cannot be put in words.
Not that I don't want to. I don't know how to.
For an expressive person, I sure am failing at expressing.





Love,
Elle

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Hate the world. Hate yourself for hating the world.





I have not been tweeting or blogging.
I know.


I've lost the urge to pen anything down. Totally lost it. All I do is lay awake at night thinking. Muse to myself. Come up with theories about life. Wonder why I bother.
I have no mood for any songs, cept those that make me cry. I'm not even talking about sad songs. I'm talking about songs that literally makes you cry. Well, literally makes me cry.

There's a corner of your heart just for me.
I would pack my bags, just to stay in the corner of your heart.
Just to stay in the corner of your heart.

I cried.



I am so beyond the world ridiculous.


I am confused. I think nobody understands me. I think I am very easy to understand. Why do you not understand me? I make the most sense in the world. Ryan understands me. I think. At least he makes me think he understands me. It doesn't matter.
Hokes understands me. I think. I fear I would never find anyone quite like him. Not even close.
Sometimes, I'm glad no one understands me. Sometimes, when people say," I understand." I want to scream. No you don't. You don't. If you did, you'd be feeling what I'm feeling. The gravity of the situation. You don't understand.
The same whirl of emotions would engulf you as it did me.
You don't understand.

Maybe you do understand. But you don't care enough. Because it's not you. So which is it?

You've just witnessed another failed attempt at another one of my theories.



This is different.
This is something Starbucks can't cure.
Something walking in the fields with the wind can't blow away. Probably would worsen my state of mind.
I think I'm bipolar.
Yeah right.
I'm just female. Ruled by hormones. I wonder what I'm like without those hormones. I probably wouldn't be me. But does that mean hormones = me?
WTF AM I ON ABOUT?

O_O



I don't know what I want. Just like everybody else.
No.
No I'm different.
I don't how to get what I want.


Just like everybody else.
No.
I'm no different.




Love (maybe),
Elle

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i hate you.

i know.

this is how much i love you.

i hate you.

this is sucha 'deep' post.

i bet none of you can even understand what the shit im trying to say.


HELLO TO THE NEW SKIN. GO GO GO GO GO JELLO FATFACE! YOU ROCKKKK.
its preettaaaayyyy.

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And check out my awesome tumblr :D

http://myorganizedmess.tumblr.com/

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So my body as been weak, down with influenza right after my birthday.
Hurrah really.

A week of sick is torture, especially when I have work to do and the last thing I want to be doing is lying in bed, trust me, I JUST GOT MY DRIVE TO WORK why do you take it all away from me with a little bit of swine flu?

:'(

They refuse to tell you if you're down with swine flu now, gah. Whatevs. Being rushed to the A&E at 2 am in the morning and have the doctor poking your handS with needleS. NO FUN.

Bloody service was terrible! Here I am fainting away from the fever and yet the waiting time is worse than your average polyclinic. Hello? This is A&E. You're supposed to be fast, people, fast.
Finally left the hospital at 6am. My god, 4 hours there.
TALK ABOUT SLOW.

I refuse to stay on in the hospital after my drip finished. It reached a point I would rather die at home tyvm.

The drugs put me to sleep, restless sleep as I cough my lungs out everynight.

I missed school for a week to my great distress.


Sigh
And now that school is starting tomorrow, a mountain of work to welcome me back, plus tuition work, good lord.
My brain still hurts oh I dread the pain.
My birthday however, I must say, was a good one. One of the best these recent years, (best in my own memory in fact) Hokes was the sweetest, he bought me my favourite Davidoff Game Perfume :) :)

I gave him a hundred thousand huge smacking kisses for that :)

HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOUUU
Eventhough I think I must have gushed about it too much, and dragged you to department stores to spray some tester perfume on my wrists and breathe the wondrous scent in like a long time druggie far too often on our outings.

Sigh
you make me sho happy :')


Not forgetting my other friends too, surprising me with cake (aww sho sweet!) spamming my sms inbox and facebook wall and twitter.
Thank you all! Even if I never did reply you caz honestly this was worse than last year BUT I TRIED REPLYING THOSE ON FB OKAY so see? I tried so it's not my fault.



I miss you internets! For the entire duration of my sick leave, not once have I touched my laptop, no, not once, woe be unto me! The internet junkie. Without the internets.

Indeed.

Tomorrow.
The mad rush begins.


(I seriously need to change my bed sheets.)

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