Months've gone by.

Yes, I've practically abandoned this blog for good since I started working. I have, or at least had, loads and loads of things to let out but just never seem to have the time to do it. I shall try and find time at some point - maybe tomorrow. Or Thursday. Sigh, eventually...

4 weeks in.

I can't believe I've been working (well, not really) for a whole month already. And worse yet, that my exams are coming up this Wednesday!

Can I just say that I think that Tax can be useful and all and I understand that we should be able to calculate stuff so that we know whether things are right or not when we see them. BUT. Why must I learn all the dates of when forms must be submitted, for how long must sole traders/companies keep their records for, and up to how many years can the tax authority question your calculation. Not to mention the gazillion assessable (fancy term for 'taxable') benefits and allowable expenditure. At the end of the day them tax people are hired to do this job, not me, and so I add to my loathe against Tax.

And don't even get me started about Assurance - just kill me. Either I seriously lack common sense or the thing's just crazy beyond believe. I'm so annoyed by it that I'm not even gonna waste time whining about it.

I just want my internet right now. I have a router but no signal from the phoneline - how very typical ey these British companies. Immensely efficient and effective - couldn't ask for anything else.

If only I ruled the world. It wouldn't be perfect but it'll be a damn great one.

Two weeks in.

Facing the dock and the East Tower.

The dock.

Ok, so I've survived my working life for two weeks now and so far it's been exhausting. It's not too miserable but at the same time it's rather sad that I'm leaving college at 8pm practically everyday - especially when it finishes at 4/4:30.

Given yesterday was a Friday, after a round of drinks at The Castle (yet another pub) I decided it's better to go out for dinner rather than to come straight home. Ended up going to Nando's (even though I don't really like it) and getting home at 11...it was a long day.

I don't even know what I'm typing anymore. Heading outside today. Want to get some shopping done, well, need to get some shopping done especially when the past two weeks has been nothing but work and house cleaning.

Just went out today - for the first time in 2 weeks(!) - and although it was meant to be good fun, I ended up exhausted and still have half my to-buy list unticked. Life. Saw this duvet cover - for my new double size - and it was 179pounds...egyptian cotton, 1,000 thread count. If only. Marks & Spencer had something ridiculously similar for 49pounds, also egyptian cotton but 400 thread count - almost bought it but it was in white. It looks great and all, just like them 5 star hotels but I don't know if it'll stay white and whether I'll feel like I'm always sleeping in a hotel rather than at home.

Let's hope I get some work done tomorrow. Still have to ruddy clean the house as well. HOW FUN.

Seriously.

Due to lack of better things to do - since from the looks of it I'm going to fly by with my first few modules (not jinxing anything hopefully) - I am watching X Factor. What bugs me though is how ridiculously deluded some people are. Some of them just genuinely believe that they are oh so gifted and worse yet some of them are tone deaf and don't know it! I mean the latter I can sympathise with but those idiots that believe that they're the next Madonna, Mariah Carey, Cher or Whitney Houston (as that seems to be the typical answers of where they see themselves) should give themselves a slap in the face in the mirror - lame.

Some of these people are, however, born to do this. They are meant to sing. Bless them.

My waffling aside - I've just survived my first week ever at a real job! It wasn't too bad actually, some of it was just mind numbingly listening to someone ramble on and poor them, they really don't have the zest for life. I guest it's just not in their nature.

The one thing I've learnt this week? CAN THE BRITISH DRINK! I think they just have nothing better to do after work but to hit the pub and drown themselves away in pint after pint of (disgusting) beer babbling about the most senseless thing. It's quite a bizarre culture, really. Do they have nothing better to do? Bless them too, especially when all that beer can only lead to one thing. A BEER BELLY!

INTERNET!

I NEED INTERNET. I NEED ME SOME INTERNET. Ok, for the time being I have 8 more one-day passes and that'll keep me comforted for long enough BUT the f*cking wireless keeps dying and I keep getting disconnected. It's like paying for nothing. It'll be another ages, though hopefully not, before my phoneline's activated and before I have broadband up and running. I should have gotten the ruddy thing installed before I went back.

And I still have to sort out my bills. Both my water and electricity haven't been paid for a while and I'm worried that this ruddy place might stop having one and/or the other before I finish.

Too many things to do. First day at work tomorrow. Big step! Shower time!

The good life.

Sit back and relax - run on autopilot - go on a mental vacation. Who wouldn't like to that every once in a while? Nevermind that. I drove me an Audi A6 today and I am IN LOVE. The car is like a dream and I just loved everything about it. The keyless system. The omg engine - perfectly smooth at 200kmph - and the brakes worked just as well. The sensors. The automatic windscreen wiper. ETC ETC ETC.
One of these days when I strike gold (or any other precious elements, or the lottery, or an inheritance). One day.

Wishlist.

• Canon EF-S 10-22mm f3.5-4.5 USM (£575.99)
• Canon EF 100mm f2.8 Macro USM (£417.29) (gigantic given it only take macro shots) or Canon EF 50mm f2.5 Macro (£211.72)
• Canon EF 50mm f1.4 USM (£286.64)
• Blackberry Bold (On contract)
• Chanel Homme Allure Sport
  
• Omega Constellation Quartz
• Gucci Medium Gucci Crest Sunglasses (£181)
  

Down to earth.

I don't know about others but I like living the high life. Most of people haven't reached that epiphany and overcame the concept of materialism and so, like me, they like the nice everything. I like coming home to a beautiful sanctuary, ideally one that is upkeep by someone else. I'd like to drive a nice fancy car. I like my Gucci sunglasses and neckties, my Hermes belt and watch, my Burberry scarves and polo shirts and my Bally bag. I like my DSLR camera. I like my iPod touch. I like eating nicely prepared food. I LOVE LIVING IT LARGE.

But I am still grounded enough, or so I tell myself. I can, more often that I thought I'd be, be happy with the most basic of things. I can eat street food and wear Tesco pj's and not care less. Life is a lot simpler when you don't have to live life careful that you'll drop the iPod, scratch the watch, or shrink the polo. It's just nice to not worry about these little things unnecessarily.

It is middle ground that I must find.

One year at a time.

No, I don't wanna spill all the beans about my new sanctuary and let the world know inside out how everything looks like - but here's a glimpse. It's not on facebook for a reason and well, here goes.Looking down from my balcony, the left = 2-floor gym, front = swimming pool/sauna/jacuzi, right = east tower, fountain and reception down below.

Panoramic shot, with the dock behind the east tower.Nice kitchen that's impossible to cook cleanly with.
My unusally empty fridge but jammed-packed pantry.

And the nice, but again, high maintenance bathroom.

short-lived.

this holiday is too short. time's running low. i have like, i don't even wanna know, just a little over two weeks left. anyhow. lots to whine about but it's late. i just stuffed myself with chocolate cake, curry puff and soya milk - at 2.30 in the morning. no wonder i'm never skinny. i don't know how those lean people do it. they're just oh-so-determined to burn it all off at the gym aren't they. bleah.

i want a snood. the first snood i saw was i think...H&M...a grey (and rather itchy) snood that was rather expensive for something from H&M and now it seems like it's all the hype. every brand seems to have caught on and made their own snoods - and burberry is no exception. a cashmere snood, of course. for £195. a normal cashmere scarf is what, £185? longer, i.e. more material, and you can pretty much wear it so it looks like a snood. nevertheless it's a lot easier to just throw a snood on. i want a snood! (did you know the name's actually for those meshy hair nets for women?) photo from burberry.com

Moving, moving, moved.

After weeks and weeks of relentless talks with countless estate agents...it finally happened. *The* property "to live above all others". It took another big while to find all the stuff to decorate the place with but that managed to come together eventually, after delaying 3 flights to come home. Never mind that, it's done.

Outside the building by the dock

The east tower.

Fountain in front of lobby.

Lobby.

Elevator.

I would upload more photos but the net's way too slow here and for that reason I'm not bothered. The good life aside, I don't know when I'm overthinking and when I'm not. I shall simply turn a blind eye towards whatever the hell is out there. Just don't let it come back and bite me in the ass please.

A month later...

My oh my it's been a long time since I last blogged. Useless. Blame the everything's-happening-all-at-once thing.

In short, I went to Czech, Hungary and Austria...for ten days, and was exhausted and grilled by the end of it. Then I househunted (and am still househunting, which hopefully will end soon) and well, househunted some more. Not much time to think about much else.

Found a few stuff but I don't know if I'll get the one I want. The property market can be such a pain - things come and go way too quickly. I mean right now I'm stuck in a (rather fancy) student accomm building using their iMac (for lack of internet at the hotel) waiting for the agent to get back about the offer I put in.

But those stuff aside, I HAVE GRADUTED! Good old me have survived the three years in the middle of nowhere without going (completely) insane and will now become an official Londoner!

Everything's on sale at the moment in London and unlike my usual self, I'm stuck roaming the different areas of London for a new home. All the nice stuff are expensive and all the cheap stuff are hideous - classic.

You up there, let me find a place already will ya?

Awkward.

"I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired" sings the speakers from my laptop...exactly how I feel. I am more than capable of sabotage, but would I?

Should I?

Who cares?

I'm not really bothered but then again the fact that I'm whining on here kinda says that I am. Who cares really about people who's not worth caring about? About beings that has no regard for the world - I guess for all I care they could drop dead and I wouldn't notice a thing and if I did, I'll be rejoicing in the intense thrill of knowing they've suffered.

Oops, did I say that out loud?

Equilibrium.

Ideally, or so I tell myself anyway, everything will find its way and fall back into place. Somehow. Even when the tangle is beyond imagination and the mess is beyond belief...eventually things will, well, work out. That silver lining eh?

Karma, maybe? I'm not the most religious being around, and if anything rather un-religious but at least I go by the principle. I've been given enough values in life to know just about enough to get along and so far I think I've done pretty well on the whole with adhering to them. Sure there were glitches, everyone slips, but well at the end of the day the fact that I trump *some* people (in more areas than one) is enough to keep me happy.

The whole concept of superiority can't be defined with only one dimension but for many of it oh let me tell you, I will kick butt. Not everyone's, but a lot of them. There are people out there better than me, however you define 'better' and oh yea I very much acknowledge and accept that fact. Fine. But for those who can't and just weren't made to be any better, I pity you. I'm not going to lower myself down to play your games because I'm above that. I can only sit back and enjoy watching how pathetic you are. Ha.

The guilty part though? I enjoy every damn second of it - schadenfreude much?

Which one?

The previous version of this saying that I had down was:

God please make me accept things that I cannot change
and give me the courage to change things that I can
and the wisdom to know the differences.

But after some researching, thanks to good old wikipedia. Here's the allegedly better known version of the Serenity Prayer:

God grant me the serenity

To accept the things I cannot change;

Courage to change the things I can;

And wisdom to know the difference.

It's probably the only prayer I know, somehow. Maybe I know other ones too but just didn't know they were prayers, oh whatever. Certain things will just always be the way they are and the same principle applies to people. You pick and choose what you can I guess.

It's like the ruddy US, or if anything global, financial market - once trust breaks down, all hell breaks loose. You start questioning everything and you wonder what next? You take measures to prevent yourself from whining up in the same situation and as a precaution you implement them across the board because you really don't know who you can and can't trust out there. Sure the markets are recovering and the tensions are easing but at the end of the day people've learned their lessons about what just doesn't work and the lesson will stick.

It's just shocking to see how ungrateful people can be I supposed. Some people just have no sense of gratuity and they act like they owe nobody nothing. Yeah, true. But when you've been nothing but nice to them you can't help but wonder what have you done to them to deserve what they're do to you. Some people just have different values I guess and some are just plain low and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I just feel like there's more I want to say but I don't actually know what I want to say. It's just this state of whirlwind that I don't know how to channel the energy into one clear stream of thoughts.

Argh.

Taste of freedom.

Not so much the smell of success yet, whether it'll be sweet or not I'll have to wait for another 3-4 weeks...stressful. I can only hope I got a First overall but I studied so little and so late and two of the papers went miserably. ARGH!

I now have a lot of time, though. It's strange. I think I like the freedom to do whatever I like. I actually get to sleep. But it's quite odd knowing I don't have to study, that I can do useless things without feeling guilty. No complaints though, I'd much rather get my sleep and time to do whatever I damn please.

So many things to think about now. University is done. Growing up and growing old.

Been a big while.

It's not that I have the time to blog today either but I will anyways. I've suffered 4 exams so far, 2 of which went better than the other...the other being investment management and international financial management aka Finance. They sucked. The lecturers decided it was ok to test us on things that never came up in the lecture or the seminars...ok, the IFM paper wasn't as miserable but seriously, asking us to derive the Marshall-Learners condition? ARE YOU F*CKING CRAZY?!

ANYWAY, international business strategy tmrw... = IBS = immense bullshitting. It's only an hour an a half and hopefully I would have crammed enough globalisation, internationalisation, IJVs, M&As and culture crap into my head by 2 in the afternoon. Two more papers after that... both equally as daunting. Will think about them later.

My sleeping times have been all over the place and same goes with my eating. This is just too much for my body but it'll be all over by Friday!!! 4 more fricking days and I'll be free. I'm just praying to whoever's up there for the entire IM and IFM class to do equally miserably as me and have the lecturers push the curve up *fingers crossed*. I know I speak for many when I say we need it, bad.

Back to IBS...such a load of non-sense. Oh, oh, I want this new LG phone!! Waiting for it to come out...

Tax.

I never liked the idea of tax, since I was a kid. I was like why the hell does the gov get to take a huge chunk of money out of my parents' pay. Growing up, it is a tool to stabilise the economy and redistribute wealth whilst funding public expenditure. BLAH.

Maybe it's just in England that the tax's so insane. You're taxed on like...EVERYTHING. I'm not going to go into details but let's just say you're destined for poverty given how their Budget is looking.

Must get out.

Swift by.

The essay's in, since yesterday, finally. The last essay I'll have to submit ever again at University, that is awesome. Celebrated by watching 2 episodes of series, or was it 3, I don't know...two probably...and is now up to date with all my series. One more is coming out today though but will have to wait until tomorrow 'til it goes online.

Must start with my revision now. Tax shall be my first milestone, I've missed oh-so-many lectures that I am virtually clueless about how to calculate anything *screwed*! Why am I blogging?

And since I've refused to do any work for the entire day, I might as well freak myself out with some numbers.

13, is how many days I have left before my first exams
7, is how many exams I have in total
13, is how many hours those exams total up to...insane
11, is how many days the seven exams are scattered across
10,000, is how many words I've written this year (not including the presentation material)
3, is how many Finance papers I have...if I don't get one, I don't get all of them
0, is how little exams some of my friends have...
9, is how many exams some of them have to suffer...

Blah, I'll go do some Tax or something. Clueless.

CALPICO!!!!

I don't know what's happening with my life but I'm doing what Johnnie said, Keep Walking. Things are different now and they'll never be the same but ah well, what the heck, you take what life throws at you right and what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Things happen for a reason, I might just about be able to put my finger on what that reason may be...we'll see. I'll stop with the cliches.

I'm suddenly excited again, after watching an episode of a series last night I was able to laugh out loud for the first time in a few days. And today, I discovered the website of Calpico. Yes, it has taken me that long to actually realise oh wait there has to be a website! After reading on wiki about it there're so many flavours and Calpico products that I want to try, makes me want to go to Japan that much more! Argh!! I hope the trip happens this summer, I'm not counting on anything just in case it doesn't... But it'd be really nice if it does. My cousins are coming from the US this summer too, the last time I saw them was back in '05 and that's been a while now. They've grown up quite a bit, will be quite interesting to see them...

Anyways, back to Calpico. I want to try them all!! Especially this one:
Calpico mango!!! One day..!! I want the lychee, and the strawberry, and the aloe and all of them. I remember having a grape one in Singapore, I want that too. I bought the Calpico Concentrate from Japan Centre in London and have been mixing it with water or semi-skimmed milk...and is loving it. Just wish it wasn't 8pounds a carton. I'm sure it's a lot, LOT cheaper in Japan. I should try looking for them in Villa when I go home. There's guava flavour and grape flavour in Indonesia too...gee! I'll get back to work now. It's almost finished. 75 words more (only!) and just a proof read (which I'm sure will end up taking me ages to fix everything I've missed).

To be happy.

I must move on with my life. I have to know what happiness is all over again. I need to hold myself together. I'm not ready to leave yet. Although not a Christian nor religious, let this saying ring true:

God please make me accept things that I cannot change
and give me the courage to change things that I can
and the wisdom to know the difference. 

Relapse.

Things have somehow managed to mess themselves up all over again. This sucks. Why can't everything just go smoothly and make life simpler? I'm running out of the energy to deal with all of this, it's draining, it's exhausting, it's too much.

Help me.

Solved.

Because I won't give up, I've got rid of the loose ends and can sleep soundly again tonight. My essay's 1/3 way there, yes, it's still not finished after all these months. There's one thing left I want, apart from a first class honours, but I know I can't have it. It's taking forever to make the peace? Zone myself out from it completely and hope that one day I'll make my peace? Sigh, what to do? Life is confusing all over again.

I want too much out of life. I expect too much out of people. I dream too far. But that's got nothing to do with what anyone thinks.

Played.

Like an idiot without a brain, for no better simile comes to mind. I just did not see it coming.

Discipline.

And I went. I dragged myself out to LG at about half past midnight and stayed until 5 in the morning. I wanted to stay for longer but my brain really wasn't running. I didn't know what I want to write and everything that I was typing on to the screen was serious non-sense. By the time I walked back the sky was already brightening up and by the time I slept (6.30am) it was bright again. A new day. *deep breath* I shall do some work today too.

No matter what.

I will go to LG tonight no matter whether it's cold, whether I'm sleepy, whether I'm tired - I will drag and force myself to leave this warm room and soft bed to a place where I can do my work. There's nothing else for me to be doing anyways. All is not lost.

Closure!

I've found it. I've found what I needed to find to make me decide. If only it was different, though.

Uni life speeding by.

I went to my last ever seminar at 9 this morning and it's only just beginning to sink in now. It was strange to see how fast everything is coming to an end. My lecture yesterday was the last time I would have had it in that lecture hall and it was the lecture hall that I spent most of my first year's classes at...it's just...strange.

Argh it's not to reminisce, it's time to revise. I must get going with that silly book review. See how that goes tonight. One thousand five hundred words of bullsh*t coming up!

Let me daydream my day away.

The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

Stupid, stupid.

And the open day wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been. The presentation was quite quick and it was concise - didn't quite see the point of it but ah well, free trip down remember? Add a free lunch at Zizzi, I'm more than happy to shut up. Strazzopreti Rosso Pollo, or some combination of those words. It was yummy, I like.

Anyways, walking around London I have time to think again. I was just telling myself how crazy I am being. I must back down before it gets out of hands. I just wish it was easier. I can't bear the thought.

Fine, completely.

Back down in London town. Open day tomorrow, in just about 12 hours. Going in for three hours to listen to two hours of presentation and have an hour of lunch... Sigh, have to make such an effort. at least it's free. The ride, the lunch, why not? I must plan what to do over the coming days.

And I think it's happening all over again. I've noticed that there's too much resemblance that it's uncanny. If I'm smart enough then I should learn from where I went wrong the last time and stop myself now. There's no point trying - not this time. I just wish it wasn't this way. I'm so sick of giving.

Maybe, just maybe.

Who knows, things might not be as bad as they seem? I mean I'm sure as hell that it's not how I'd like them to be but maybe I was just being the usual narrow-minded pessimist, as always. Went badminton again today and decided until I can find someone better to play with, all bets are off. The really good people are too good for me and they enjoy playing with the rest of the good people...and then comes me...and then comes the not-as-good-as-me people. I get bored. I win, I win, and I win some more...what's the point. Victory that comes that easily doesn't seem very satisfying. Honestly, I think my dad's better than them.

Anyhow, I think I've never done this much exercise in a given period of time (in England) since I came to uni. I swam on Monday, badminton on Wednesday, swam again on Thursday, badminton on Friday, swam on Saturday (at 11am dare I say, and yes, that's early for me), badminton on Sunday and went badminton some more today. Tomorrow, now officially today, I'm going swimming. I can't take playing with people who's not better than me, how do I learn that way right? The worst part of all the exercise is, though, I'm not shedding anything. I'm not gaining weight but I'm just as bulky as before...how unfortunate. Stupid fat won't frickin budge!

I should start my book review, it's only 1.5K words and if I really wanted to write it, it wouldn't take more than a day at best two. SIGH, my poor life. At least after all this is over and done with I get to go back home. I'm gonna hate not being able to go back every 3 months once I start working. I'm gonna hate working, period. Yes it'll be great if I can earn my own money but as far as my job description is concerned, I'm not gonna have much will to get out of bed in the morning (to endure the stupid English weather).

Ah well, I've been eating a lot. I'll post photos just for the sake of it - taken from savourthisflavour.
Cupcakes from the hummingbird bakery.

Raclette makers.

A raclette, unhealthy, but damn good.

The German sausage griller.

Yummy German sausage with sauerkraut.

Bumpkin - an all organic restaurant.
A place with cool decor.
And nice burgers.
And on the same day I went for an afternoon tea in Mayfair.
That's some Dragon Lily tea or something, orange tea for simplicity.
And of course, the three-tier serving stand.
Snog - still don't get what's with all the rave about this normal-tasting frozen yogurt.

Bubbling (with rage).

I feel like venting. I might have even vented, just not intentionally, and at the wrong target. Bad, bad me. I'm being vague, I know but what to say. I'm confused why...oh dammit I must learn! *must come up with something*! I'm making sense of a few more things this time but there're still way too many things to get my head around with.

My miserable life aside, the good life is still going quite strong. I've been playing badminton and swimming almost everyday...and as exhausting as it may be - I like it. I don't feel any skinnier but so what? At least I can devour my junk food without feeling as guilty.

And stupid Scandinavia trip, so complicated. I couldn't even care less at the moment. I'm suddenly thrown the responsibility of picking up the pieces and who knows maybe I deserve it. I mean if I didn't let my big mouth ruin what would have been over and done with then I wouldn't be sitting here whining the evening away. But how was I to know 'things' were gonna happen. Give me some special power or something holy buddha, I need it to sort my life out.

!! BIG SIGH !!

I shall wait til everything figures itself out. I can only hope.

One and only.

I don't like to share. I share certain things but somethings aren't meant for sharing, get used to it.

Time.

Although I seem to have deserted this place, I'm back and have yet to fallen off the face of the earth. I wish I had more time to do everything. I wish I had more time to cook, to actually make things from scratch and not feel guilty that I've spent hours doing it. I wish I have the time to enjoy my cooking and indulge in what I made at my own pace. I wish I had more time to sleep so that when I wake up late in the morning I don't feel like the day's almost gone. I wish I had more time to pick up photography, to go around, travel and learn to take really good photos. I wish I had the time to use photoshop, the time to learn all those effects that make good photos great. I wish I had more time. So for my twenty first (i.e. 19+2) birthday, may I have more time to do everything? Please?

To come back to reality though, the actual day that I was meant to be celebrating was half spent curling up in bed and half spent trying to hold myself together around Barcelona. I curse you you Japanese restaurant. I CURSE YOU! At least dinner was better. I almost didn't go out because I just wanted to knock out after a seemingly long day but was convinced to anyway. The food was so-so but the desserts, oh la la! The jasmine flan was the lightest, most scented, fulfilling thing ever! I have found the ultimate dessert...for now.

I miss the old days when life was more carefree. When it was more about play and less about work. I really, really can't imagine dragging my ass out of bed in the morning only so that my money goes to the government. 4/12 months a year for who, government? Like as if they spend it wisely. *sudden banging noise from upstairs...hmmmmmm* Back to me, I want that comfort of not having the responsibility...being a kid again would be nice.

Aging...

Apart from the fact that this school year's flown by, my age count too is adding up rather quickly. I just can't bear the thought of having the work, wearing the stupid shirt/suit and commuting. The worst part? Having 20% income tax + 12.8% (I think) national income contribution ripped off my salary...i.e. quite literally, 4 out of 12 months of my working life in any given year goes straight to the government. How's that for easy money for them? I never quite liked the idea of tax, wealth distribution my ass. I'm the one who's distributing!

The whining aside, I'm done with the term!! Ok, technically I'm not cos I have a derivatives seminar (how fun!) left today but I'm say I'm done because I've handed in all my work that's due :D *GRINS* Now I need to think about what to do and where to go in Barcelona...that somehow, funnily enough, isn't exciting me.

And I'm being greedy again. I want new lenses for my camera. I'm even somewhat wishing that I got the 50D instead but nevermind that, now I just need more lenses. I want the:

• 10-22mm f3.5-4.5 (roughly being sold for £500)
  
• 50mm f1.4 (this one for £300)
• and the 100mm f2.8 macro (and this for just a little over £400)

Put that together and wayhay what do you know, £1,200!!!!!! 60,000baht... BLAH. I'll just leave the list for all the world to see what to get me for my birthday, that shall do the trick *wishful*. Anywaaaay, here're some photos from my new toy...that I still don't know how to operate properly. Notice the sky slowly brightening up, I was up til 6 that morning doing my essay so I thought since I was up and since I'll never be up at this time, I'll go around campus taking photos.

Lakeside Residences.

Bridge over the lake.

Gibbet Hill Road.

(The beginning of a) Sunrise.

Social Studies building.

It's here!

The offer pack has finally arrived. It's only dated like two days ago -.- I am not impressed at how inefficient they are. Never mind that, there's so much to read and sign. It's such a strange feeling to hold a contract and see what one actually looks like. I can't believe I'm going to be working soon. So very fast. I still remember those high school days so well. I miss them, a lot. It'll be interesting I guess, we'll see where life takes me.

The essay's still not making much progress...I still don't quite know why I picked this module but nothing to be done about it. Must press on writing today, I want it out of the way soon. It's only 1,500 words after all, shouldn't take that long if I really was to do it.

Barcelona trip's coming up! I haven't really had the time to get excited over it, which is slightly depressing. The highlight of the trip is meant to be my 21st birthday but I haven't gave it that much thought either...goodness uni life is eating up my life.

Oh and of course, I GOT MY DSLR :D Happy much? You betcha!!! Still amid the process of learning how to use it, how lame. Hope I can fiddle in time so that I can make the most out of it in Barcelona...we'll have to see. I'll post photos from it when I can. For now, good night.

Yeah??

Ok, updates. My (disgusting) mold on the wall has GONE! It grew big time, if you look at the previous post about it you'll see... disturbing. At least they took the board down now but the wall still looks damp. Hope the room's mold-free, I can only hope.
To top that off, I finished my group presentation! And the materials are submitted, YES! One less crap to work and waste my time on.

Something's bugging me. Someone's just not growing up and I'm not gonna waste my time whining about it. It's not like I care, ha.

Blogging is just more fun

I don't really have much to say but since I have a group presentation that I'm meant to be doing, I'll blog anyway just to not do the work. Just uploading (badly photoshopped) photos of something I bought for myself (although that might change). I still wonder whether it'd look better in orange...what do you think, black/chocolate?

vs. the black/orange (from Hermes.com)?

I'm just thinking now's the only time I'm young enough for something like orange... but it's just not something that is classic and classics are keepers... Sigh... too late to change now I guess?

Starve your bin!

I've always tried to be more environmentally friendly and do them 'green' things but having watched this UK (government campaign's) ad I just find it so much more difficult to say no to feeding my bin cans and newspaper! Take a look for yourself and you'll see why. This bin's my new 'it' thing. :D

Source: Recycle for London

GEE!!

I think my room's turning into that house in the animation movie "Monster House"! Ok, maybe not but it's reacting to my absence. I've been ditching it for four weekends now (and by weekend I mean Wednesday to Monday) and I think it's just throwing a fit about it.

The notice board now has mold growing across it. I thought it was just my ignorance when I saw the first splotch, thinking oh I must have missed it, some funny stain. Then another one appeared and I wasn't sure whether it was mold but I thought I bet it's just me not noticing them there. And after coming back this weekend it spread down the board and this time I'm sure it's growing. You can't tell me the room's damp and that's why it's gone all moldy because I've left my window open enough and the maid comes in and cleans everyday.
I bet it's got something to do with the funny ceiling right above it. It's turning yellow like when there's water coming down from above it; it began peeling too, great.
And just now when I opened the cupboard above the closet the entire door fell off (right on to my big head)...WHAT THE HELL. I've noticed that there're three holes to drill the door on each side but both sides only has one screw holding it in...might explain it. Cheap, thrifty, stingy university accommodation - I should have expected. Now I'm afraid my bookshelves are all gonna suddenly collapse without notice (on to my laptop and printer right underneath it). I put my watch on there too...which if that falls I'll prob faint.
Hopefully now that I'll be here until term ends the room will begin to behave again. We'll have to see. I'll keep you all posted.

I hate the freakin' presentation!

Who likes to make financial projections anyway?! Nevermind that, I love the honey cookies, they're awesome! There're still so many movies I wanna watch:

• The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
• Doubt
• 007 Quantum of Solace
• The Pnk Panther 2

Man I need more time...

A little reason to celebrate

That sense of accomplishment is running through my veins *muahahah* I'm happy. I have a job!!! Who would have thought everything'll fall into place eventually...at least there's something to be happy about, finally. I can honestly say that I'm happy.
I therefore felt justified to indulge myself in (nicely packed) biscuits from Fortnum & Mason...which I'll probbaly regret later but who cares! I bought myself a little gift as well (even before I heard back haha)! I still can't decide whether to exchange it back for a different colour...

Again....

Not that I can justify blogging right now, but I need to. I just need to list out the crap I have to do over the coming weeks so as not to forget anything:

• Interview this Thursday at 9...too early, as always
• Group presentation on March 4, i.e. in two weeks, not enough time...as always
• 1,500-word essay due March 11...ew.
• 750-word reflective piece (ha!) due March (Friday the) 13(th, again!)
• 1,500-word book review due sometime in early May...
• Another potential interview that could pop up anytime now...
• Research on uni applications...hopefully the deadlines haven't all passed! *crap*

O poor me.

Life's little pleasures

Despite the fact that GMAT's fast approaching, I'm glad to be enjoy a little bit of downtime. Stuck on the fourth floor of the library (a place which you'll usually never run into me), the sky started to drop down flakes after flakes of snow, and that was just a nice scene to look out into every time the pages of the GMAT book started looking too unbearable.

I wanted to go play snow-ball but then it was late by the time I got back to my room...but on my way back my friends were playing :D What else was I to do but quickly dump everything on the floor, shove on my gloves and ran out! I got to play and although hit one time too many, still had fun.

On top of that, lucky me have free tickets to go down to (and come up from) London! How? Well, long story short I have a leftover ticket to go down from uni but will be stuck in London without a new ticket. But because last week I bought new tickets to go down to an interview and they were never stamped, I have a leftover ticket to come up from London. Add those two little wonders together and here comes my free(ish) trip! WOOHOO! I'm so happy with them that I made the effort to take a photo and post it haha.
Reality aside, I dreamt that I scored 990 for GMAT. Hmm, ambitious much? It's only out of 800.