Greetings hallo hihi there~!

    Guesh who's Finally a Uni student proper and all?

    Dats riight. now all of you who never bothered to remember what course i'd been taking all along and kept asking me what uni i was in when i wasn't in uni, NOW. Now, suyin is in uni.

    The enrolment was on tuesday... That's after u go through all the applicating(tion?) the paying(agh) the run here run there bureaucratic crap. I got the course i wanted...well not so much wanted but i didn't have any other ideas. Its a 4 year course on professional psychology in UNSW - BSc (psych)- *giggle* can u imagine? a title! or is it? can i go around with a BSc. behind my name? Hor Su-yin, BSc. hyuk. what utter BS. After those 4 years, however, I'll be getting (so matter-of-factly) my masters or phD. i'll need it to practice psychology on people. that is, until i get reeaaally good. hahahah! then no more practising, i'll just hypnotize everyone to give me their money...mwahahahahahahahah!!!

hahahah.

                                :)
 

    Won't you all be my patients? Please? i have tons of patience... I'd listen to anything u want to tell me, and i wouldn't tell a soul(unsold to the devil that is...) but no, im kidding. truly. be my mental cases. tell me your troubles. pay me your roubles...lots of roubles. bloody exchange rate.

    My typing is getting really bad. Paragraphs are missing all kinds of vowels. Don't bother looking for typos i spellchecked this thing (ahah). Anyhow, the enrolment day was fun, after i spent the weekend worrying about what subjects to take. You see, the first year, i have one compulsory subject, that is psychology (duh), and a choice b/w math and biology, and 2 others from this enticingly long list of exotic subjects, like Film Studies - ooh.   
 
    I went there that morning still unsure of what to take, thinking maybe English (they don't have exams!)...and French (its a thing)... and Hebrew (how cool is that? i cld translate the old testament!) heh. Anyhow, i ended up with Philosophy, and Computer Science, and the [harder] Maths that was compulsory with com.science.

    I'm not sure why either. But wish me luck. Maybe i signed up for the guys. The average enrolment for psychology is about 75% female. Imagine the bitching. yeargh. So maybe the 6 hours of com.science with halls full of oily geeks per week is to make up for the oestrogen overload. Oh dear God what have i done. Even if i did find some adorable tall non-oily hamster-faced darling who could kill all my computer bugs, well... i suppose that would be sort of worth it, as desperate as it makes me sound... heheheh. Sad.

*metaphorical shrugging of shoulders*

    The treadmill in the gym at my apartment is working. I found that out today. We went on one of those jolly family outings to watch Dr. Doolittle. It had a Talking Guinea Pig! There was no way i was going to miss that. Who cares if the movie was really bad...

 Anyhow, on the ride home, the conversation went somthing like this:

me: lets get a guinea pig!

my snot-faced brother: Yeah!

dad: if u find one that'll talk to you, okay.

brother: Yeah!!

mom: But who's going to clean its cage? huh? you two never take responsibility for the pets we let you keep, the poor thing will probably sit there in its pig-sty (pun lost on her) calling out "suyin! guohong! come clean my cage! i feel very dirty!" and you two won't listen and one day it will Die. So cruel.
 
brother: Can we get a cat then? cats clean themselves!

mother: cats poo everywhere.

dad: cats eat guinea pigs.

me: so lets pass on the cat and just get the guinea pig.

brother: Yeah!!!

[parents launch into ancient rehashed lecture on the evils of keeping pets in cages when they should be allowed to run in the wild and get eaten by their natural predators, because that is their life. Domesticated nature of certain animals completely lost on them.]

- ten minutes later -

my brother: can we keep the guinea pig in the bathtub?
 

    So no treadmill for me. Doesn't matter, i suppose one day i'll get my fat butt to the gym... Im still hoping for that digital camera though... can u imagine? it'd be So cool. even better than polaroids i reckon. I mean, i could take Anything. and its just So reusable... click, file, save, delete. there! Ahhh... but they're all so bloody expensive. either that or crap quality.

    Money money money...

    Can't buy u love... but sooo many other cool things.

    Love love love...

    I picked up a new online lover! he's lean and Tall...and Totally Adorable. fitness instructor somemore. imagine the bod! heheheh. hormonal overdrive! he's even seen the tragic photos i have in those class albums on site, and he thinks i look fine! How could i ever resist someone like that.

    but of course, i can't be serious. He's in singapore bytheway, and just about to enter NS. Even so, someone who makes u feel good is someone u tend to attach yourself to. its like a drug, or masturbation (so i've heard)... heheh. anyhow, when it comes to things like this, overflowing of senses occurs, all but the one they call Common.

    Wasn't that thing about the senses clever? i filched it off a brilliant comedy game show i just watched.

    School starts on monday. Day one of Week one of Year one of the rest of my life as so far planned. Because i'm planning to do psychology professionally, i have to do the Honours stage as well, meaning an average of >65% each assessment throughout the course. Should be alright. Hope it isn't too hard though. I'm still trying to get a social life (any life will do actually) and i hear uni's the place to get one. Stop sniggering.

With that, i leave you.

    Coming soon to a Blah Of the Day near you, look out for the Top 10/15?/50? Ways to Make Suyin Horny Happy <-Official Censor was here. Haha! i stole that idea too, from this online journaller who's absolutely hilarious and warm and funny (gush gush).

Why am i doing it? Is it a pathetic attempt to draw more hits? is it some sort of cathartic exercise in expressing my repressed sexuality? is it the inner rebel in me screaming out for controversy? Am i hoping some cute tall com.science talking hamster will read it and then act accordingly?

Maybe.
 

With that, I leave you. Again.