I was supposed to write a few days ago, but i waffled around and didn't quite get down to it, so most of what i meant to display of my life last week has happily been buried in the deep dark recesses of my repressed memories, along with all the chemistry syllabus from last year.

    Well. Su-yin the party animal has been lying low. You see, everyone else is being Good and Studious and all that sort of rubbish, so the two parties that've come and gone just came and went and I didn't gooooooo. *scowl*

    I did go shopping though! heheh. fabulous activity. My violin lesson on saturday was post-poned, which let me plan the ideal day (of sorts) by myself (sigh). Was supposed to take a bus down to Centennial park, which is like this circular verdant grounds with a Humongous circumference. Then, a leisurely run was planned, going a short distance to Paddington, where all the cool shops/ weekend market was located.

    What happened was that it Rained. Not too heavily, but it rained, and it wind-ed, and i started getting blown backwards when walking, so much for trying to run. heheh. excuses excuses... Anyhow, i still fried alot of fat (hrm) since i'd gone the wrong way, and had to trudge through the slamming raindrops the Long way around the park. Quite the idiot i am.
 
    Anyhow, i got there, and spent Oodles of money! happy happy~ You see, i usually don't spend any money at all, apart from a few dollars a week, and i hardly ever go shopping, so i kinda have the cash to blow every once in a while.... which is obviously great fun. hehehh... I bought stuff, stuff, and more stuff...stuff with pretty silver embroidery..stuff with indian motifs..stuff to carry all my new stuff in, and the highlight of it all, 2 pairs of pants! hipsters. bootlegs... blah blah... I hate buying pants usually, cos they never fit. i swear. I just end up hating all those people built like twigs - may they snap - and its not just me being fat. If barbie went shopping, she wouldn't have such an easy time either. her boobs are too big. Trust me. Its bloody stupid to find a dress that fits perfectly everywhere else but can't be zipped up cos of the extra chest-volume. I bet barbie wouldn't find it so easy to get a fitting pair of hipsters either, but maybe that's just me. One size smaller and the hips don't fit, one size larger and the waist(?)-part is too wide. Argh! anyhow, i don't care anymore. I bought it the larger size so that i'd at least be comfortable, and maybe the extra space around the abdomen would make me feel thinner. Call it circular logic.
hahahah

sorry.

    I have new pants!!! yaaaay.... i also bought stuff to wear on top, mindful of future dance-party outings (assuming i go to any). I was thinking of going back to s'pore for about 4 days in late september, just to go clubbing. *grin* I haven't yet been to Zouk, the opportunity never arose, and i'd really like to go see. Already, should i return, i have 'dates' for zouk, zouk-mambo, venom, moods, etc etc... Assuming i have ~ 4 days, that fits in perfectly! in the daytime, i can spend my time eating lots of popiah and buying CDs... Singapore is So perfect for a short stopover kind of visit. I most likely won't be seeing my friends, what with the prelims... mainly those in RJ... hey Darren, want to go clubbing with me? Can pick up a cheo-bu or two, what say u?

    This is another one of those rambling updates... If jackie chan made one of those arty-wordy films, perhaps it'd be called Ramble in the Bronx.

    tee hee hee.

    Su-yin's evil twin who-thinks-she's-funny is back ! hahahahahaha.
    Dr Jocular and Ms Thick-Hide.

    Loony now. Totally. Wah hooEY! pooot.

    poot poot. its Such a fun word. Poot poot poot. go around saying that to everyone for a day.. vary the tone and pitch... make a bloody fool out of yourself, but that just means everyone will love you more for making them look sane. And you do want everyone to love you, don't you? Just like me. Or love me. aiyoh. im losing it.

    Back to consciousness.  Awwright. As you (might) know, i'm doing psychology as a major, though at the moment it's kinda on par with the other 3 subjects im subjected to. However, its the one i'll be stuck with for 4 years... and one part of the course is research participation, where u sign up to be used as experimental subjects in all the various research projects going on, and u get credit points for that, leading to bonus marks (yay!).  heh. I've been signing up to a few... most involve questionnaires...and interaction with computers/ little machines with buttons/ computerised responses, and they've been Boring. However, today, i went to one, at the internet cafe in upper campus (called Java@Java - great name or what?), and now i have a crush on the guy running the research.

    Yeah. here i go again.

- time out for a few minutes to contemplate pretty Alby -

    Okay. Enough of that now, back again to the conscious state. Lemme tell u about something less appealing... like school. haha!  For the moment, computing's my favourite subject. Its rather neat the way my subjects are kindof aligned... like how maths and computing are alike, and psychology and philosophy go together too. For example, in a philosophy lecture, i'd be listening to the weird lecturer-'guy' talk about perception as direct experience of the world, how the senses of the body are unreliable as 'knowledge', etc etc, and after that i'd go to a psychology lecture where i copy down reams of notes on the biological neurochemical processes of perception, and the nervous system (senses), etc. Oh and for the record, psychology is a science, although it does appear as an arts degree like in NUS. It's an empirical science, with statistics and all that yada yadah... i know this because i have to sit through tedious compulsory lectures on statistics and data every week... And, it said so in my notes. :) My notes also tell me i have a great talent for doodling 5-petal flowers and fat stick people over important bits that don't usually make any sense till i actually Read the stuff, but Oh well.
 
    With maths and computing, its alike in the way that writing computer programs is very very much like writing mathematical functions. Its also uncanny when i read a math problem, where the question goes something like : A computer program is written to calculate the sum of the nth value of bla bla blah, find the value of m for which bla bla blah, and for the computing lab that week, i'd be writing the program. I'm still stuck on the maths problem though. heheh. i kinda hate maths.

    More on my subjects, i mentioned the demographics(?) of my tutorials in the last update, and as it goes, its still more or less the same... maths is familiar cos of all the familiar faces, the psychology one has a bunch of rather opinionated people - the kind who argue their points to death, but the tutor is really nice. looks like a guy from the 60s..(or 70s or 80s...one of them..) and he has what can only be described as Laughing eyes. He always looks incredibly delighted, whether he's marking attendance or explaining the eating habit of arachnids. Also, there're only two guys in my class of about 21, and an inordinate proportion of Really Beautiful Females. ARghf.

    However, this is interestingly balanced by my computing lab/tutes, where i'm the only girl. heh. Unfortunately enough, its not as beneficial as it might have been, but i really like my computing classes. For one, there is no bitching, no competitive cat-fight vibes, no ego-squashing prettiness in sight, and its very relaxed. Also, i get to surf the web during class and pretty much do whatever i like, which is way cool. heh. You can mail me at my sch account, which is s2238133@cse.unsw.edu.au . Give me something to read during my lab. :)

    What's left now is my philosophy class. A week ago, i was complaining to anyone who'd listen, telling them how it was a hierarchical class, and that i felt really 'minor', ignored, etc etc... two tutes later,  i think that's still be the case, but only if i let it. Although its not the friendliest atmosphere, its not so bad when u block out the bad vibes and do some verbal elbowing. But i still think its incredible how hostile a few of the people are. Ah well. idiots. Heck with them, i need to figure out how to write a philosophical essay. Help.

    I'm hungry. Craving potato-food... crave crave... hrm. If anyone's interested, nowadays i eat one meal a day. I hardly wake up in time for breakfast, and i'm trekking up and downhill across campus during lunch, so i just have dinner at home. Its not a very smart way of doing things but that's how it goes now... i have a mother who tries to develop various methods of stuffing all the major food groups into small bite-sized articles that she can stuff into my hand as i leave for school. Usually this stuff tastes good, but i digress... Today during my computing lecture my stomach let out one of those vocal operatic rumblings... but i really should tell you about the guy who sat next to me. This guy was really really Gross. He spent the lecture digging his nose, picking his ears and emitting malodorous odours, all the while sitting next to me.  I swear even his eyebrows had dandruff. One of the few times i chanced to glance in his direction, i saw him scratch his armpit, then with the same fingers, he dug his nostrils (probed his proboscis?) to great satisfaction before proceeding to pick his teeth and then, smooth over his hair. I kid you not. And when i turned away, a peculiar foul smell started emanating from his person.  Gross or what?

    Okay now i have nothing to say and i'm really hungry. I hope my mother cooked potatoes.