my only sunshinneeee
you make me happyyyy
whennn skies are greeyyyy

you never know dear
how much I love youuu
so please don't takkeeee my sunshineeee awayyy

It's been a trying semester, between death of family, family drama, pet death, stress from a new school (and geniusly overloading in the first semester in that new school), PR applications and job applications in general.

I need a break, some small semblance of a breath of fresh air. But I suppose we all do?

So despite all this, I'm thankful for a number of things:

• CTBB - for being patient, and always finding practical means to reducing my ever-growing 'To-Do' list. For being strong, even when we're both tired (yes, you especially since you're at work for the most part, and don't have a need to deal with the multitude of psychosis these past few weeks. Heh.)
• Strong women figures (you, yes you)
• Supportive family
• Supportive friends (They seem to slowly diminish as the years go by)

In more optimistic news, ring customising last week. It's all very exciting (:
Love!

I give up on this week.

It hasn't even been a week.. and now Nibbles is gone.. sigh.

Sigh.

Seriously.

You know the feeling you get when you know that the life from your favourite most important piece of equipment is fading away? Oh poor Mac. You've been excellent.

You never crashed (and if you did it was under the strain for a gazillion opened applications).
You don't mysteriously kill my data.
You didn't require ridiculously expensive virus protection.
You start-up LIKE THAT.
You ran smooth as butter when you could.

But now...
Oh Mac.

Due to unfortunate CTBBdroppage you have now become handicapped and slow. You no longer open iTunes or Disk Utility. Livestreaming videos off the internet has become painful... and most devastatingly.. You won't let me download anymore.

Heartache.

Sore throat
Runny nose.

I want to dieeee.... :(

I'm craving fishball meepok tah with lots of chilli.

omgggg.

I have the most hilarious dog. I'm sitting on the couch trying to fill out applications (speaking of which, what did I ever do to deserve kick-you-in-the-nuts painful type appliations?!), and Maxxie's in the bedroom where ctbb is already asleep. Maxxie then pops his lil head out the door for like two seconds, as if to say, 'You're still awake at this hour woman?' and he stares incredulously (disapproving) and walks back into the dark bedroom where normal creatures are asleep at this time.

Of course the nocturnal bunnies and I are banished to the living room.

I have to say..
before there was Lady GaGa there was.. Yoko Ono..

But I'm craving pizza soo badd... thin thin thin pizza with lotsaa cheese. CCHHHEEESE.

Considering your entire body and human conciousness lies in your brain.. you'd think more attention and understanding would be given to those with mental illnesses.

It is NOT cool that I have Lady Gaga stuck in my head when I have ONE PAPER to go. NOT cool.

'i'm your biggest fan i'll follow you until you love me
papa paparazzi'...

-.-

Also,

awesomeness that is ctbb made creme brulee and some modified version of Pad Thai. Yippee! (:

Reading long prose isn't unfamiliar territory - chunks of heavy readers dominated my undergraduate Sociology courses. You can imagine my immese relief when instead of textbooks PLUS additional readers PLUS research for essays, all I had to do to tackle a number of my finance subjects was read and understand my textbook.

One textbook for each subject - bliss. Or so I thought. Could I have been more wrong?

There is a point in the wishy washy when used to describe a social scene; it's a whole other thing when long texts include interests rates, exchange rates and a whole host of nasty numerical things. Psh.

Not only does my international business finance text go around in circles, with too many repetitions to have been included sober, it's so incredibly long and monotonous. Which is a pity, considering it's one of my more interesting subjects.

I've never appreciated the value of succinctness 'til now. Please Finance people, leave the wishy washy to the Arts people - there is a reason why business reports are supposed to be short: people with short attention spans and everchanging numbers. You don't see Marx or Durkheim coming up with 10th editions of their social theories anytime soon, do you?

Anyway, stop being bitter and procrastinating please. You have notes to type!  

gaaaahhhhhhhh

need to finish notes today.. NEED TO.

lunch monday.. then uni.. then 6pm apptment...

neeeeed to do workkkkk

"The fight-or-flight response, also called the fright, fight or flight response, hyperarousal or the acute stress response, was first described by Walter Cannon in 1915. His theory states that animals react to threats with a general discharge of the sympathetic nervous system, priming the animal for fighting or fleeing. This response was later recognized as the first stage of a general adaptation syndrome that regulates stress responses among vertebrates and other organisms."
(Wikipedia)

Run.. run.. run.

RARR RARR INTERNSHIP RARRRRRNOW. kthnxbye.rar

The saying, 'opposites attract' reminds me a bit of portfolio diversification - you kinda get the same return as the market, but you're drifting along, getting a safe return over the long run without the possibility of crashing, or taking off either way.

There's the more risky 'putting all your eggs in one basket', the problem with that being you either get a basketful of fat chickens, or you crack everything and everything goes byebye. Both things could happen easily. It's pretty much all or nothing.

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Studying is officially making me lose it -.-

Mmmmpppfffttt mummmyyy!!!

He panics and whines when I walk out the door. And just as I'm wondering what his problem is, while sitting here trying to type out something, he goes to sleep under the table.


Loveee meeeee




You're not leaving again right?



Okay, mmm...night