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STEPHANIEPHOA.BLOGSPOT.COM

Because wordpress is a bitch that wouldn’t allow me to design my own themes, i’m going to switch to blogger. Which I have. It’s temporary url is http://somniumriver.blogspot.com but i will soon replace it with http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com and then finally making http://somnium.gla-la-lam.com it’s linkage page. So no fret, you would still be able to visit my blog through this page, only, it’ll  be a whole new blog with no more archives and sorts. However, it’ll be bigger, better and a whole new world. I hope I will start updating my posts there, and stop doing so here. I’ll see you soon

Rant time, not that it matter, just that it’s usually the rantings that make a blog, a blog.

So whats up with the horde of mirrors practically plastered to every single space of wall in our beloved hideout, Sunway pyramid shopping mall? Has it ever occur to you why they feel the need to spend money on significant amounts of mirrors? Why are they focused their placements at lift waiting areas and such, rather than pasting the whole lot in restrooms? I don’t think I recall a super mass mirror sale in Ikea for the past few years…

See now, I understand mirrors are a item of attraction. Not like a free diamond or that sort, but if you think about it, mirrors kinda attract people to look in it, a part of Man’s natural supreme vanity over themselves that is. I mean, have you wondered why advertisers sometimes used mirrors in their campaigns? But even so why attract people to elevators?? Unless  you’re trying to attract them to leave.

So i’ve came up with a theory - the owner of Sunway Pyramid have a heavy superstitious belief in Vampires.

Yeah I know I haven’t been updating this blog for more than a month, but i have my reasons which would take too long to explain. I intended to come up with this cool extra long post to make up for my absence but no can do, not now, at least.

I’m feeling rather angesty today, really. And rather defeated, but no explaining again on my part in fear that the people who are causing this thorn in my neck would just so happen to stumble across and recognize their part in the play.

I’m beginning to hate the theme for this blog. It’s so… meaningless. Cute, yes. But meaningless. Like the fucking breast cancer themed desktop I had to plaster on my poor laptop. Saying of which, I’m also in a really artsy mood nowadays, I think I just spent 500 sheets of innocent nature wasting paper for my unsatiated fetish. And a sudden mood to design unneeded websites is growing on me. Why? Blargh. Ask daddy up there.

The holidays is ending soon, and after a few more days, i’d have to rush back to school, pouring my heart over the few subjects I intend to do a better job this time around. And the fact that classes are going to start earlier than usual this time around is not particularly exciting. I’m just hoping I can score better with subjects I take interest in. That’ll boost my morality.

The play. Yes the play. Not really. Time’s up. Got to go. Love ya’ll.

Though you know I love racism, as long as I’m the one who’s being the racist, I find this song reaaaaally…. happy.

There’s many a thing that I have accomplished this week. Firstly and foremost, I’ve completed my Final English Draft, Computer Test, Speech Presentation and Calculus Retake. Other than that, I’ve learned quite a few on coding tables; I’ve finally talked to Amanda, Filpside magazine director; I’ve went to the “Her World” magazine editor talk; I’ve almost completed a CG; bitcomet finished downloading a psp game; watched Sybil – Theater version; went to USA for students; attended first Student Helper Meeting; went out with the gay-gang… and others I might have forgotten.

Is it even a wonder I’m not able to post a blog entry sooner :/

So, just went I thought I’m done and finally able to rest, English teach wants us to start on a new essay, Spch teach wants us to get out topics for our finals, Calc teach warned us on a incoming Test 2, and Csci teach… well, Shugier is just Shugier. I’m just really thanking god I don’t have to go to college early nowadays, since I have no group work… yet.

This week is filled with june babies. It’s crazy! It’s as though everyday theres another bday kid around the block. Speaking of which, Nunu just reached her 17^th year. Joy. And she thinks she can rule the world, being legal and all that. Not that she’s legal in the first place =_=. But since she’s being a prick, like always. I shall greet her. Eventhough I’m probably the last in the world to do so.

HAPPY BELATED B’DAY NUNU!!!

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I can tell you this. My internet connection sucks to the hardest core there is available. Other than having a super cool bit-comet connection rate (at times), it basically is useless by any other means. So knowing that, I leeched the computer at the library for almost 4 hours yesterday, just because I needed to code something. After doing so, I came back just to find my codings are hilariously off-case on my firefox. What??! So I opened Opera and poof! The same website comes up in the different colour. God.

So after giving up, I ran off to check out the library – I remembered there was some psychological bullshit I had to check up on. On the way there, I saw so many cool books and magazines just beckoning to me. There was this PCworld magazine, june edition, from America @_@ which inspired me to blog in ms word, which is what I’m doing; then I saw these books about the Media world, Sociology, Journalism @____@ so many! Unfortunately, since these are new books, I couldn’t borrow them out of the library. All these while I thought the library only consist of normal boring books like SUCCESS: MATH 171 and etc. Now I know why Nunu squeals so much about the books in her library. Taylor’s really know how to patent to each library needs @_@.

Today I woke up from a very odd dream involving my psp and glue by cocot’s sudden sms somewhat early in the morning. I stretched, and look around. HMM. The fan was off, the aircon was off; two beds besides me were empty. Instantly I panicked. “WTF?! WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?” I remembered I had an exam today. My hands frantically searched for my alarm clock. It was blank. aka. It wasn’t showing the bloody time, more so wake me up. So going lower, my hands found my handphone. *click* The screen brightened up. And the time showed 10:10 am. Instantly I jumped out of bed, forget about bathing, change into my old clothes and ran to college. I didn’t care I was late. I could do the test even if there was only 10 minutes left. This is, of course, if my calculus teacher allows.

I reached there around 10:25am. My class ends at 10:30am. Jittering, I glided across the ADP floor in heavy and quick steps, trying to reach my class as soon as possible. When I got there, through the window I saw Andrew (the class’ smartass) passing up his paper.I gulped. I thought it was over. Defeated, I slunk back sighing. Then Andrew came out and told me to go in. So I did, hoping Mr. Sunda (my calculus teacher) was to forgive and let me take it anyway. I still had time. 5 minutes, I CAN DO IT! But he shooed me out as soon as he saw my face << D8 and told me to meet him in his office later.

After many a stare and answering questions with a lame excuse: -”Why you came late?” ; “Overslept” . >_> My lecturer was free to see me. He said I could retake the test, even though I had a lame reason. YEY. He stressed that retaking was not a right, but a privilege. I suspect he wanted me to be thankful to him, which he didn’t need to tell me since I was already overjoyed and thankful. Even though he would give me a more difficult test and mark me more stricter, I didn’t mind, cause I knew I was ready. (Besides, I have the entire weekend to prepare.)

But what annoys me is that it was not often my alarm clock ffks on me like that, more rare that it does so on an exam day. I mean, I did SPM, PMR and UPSR all right. Not only that, I usually get woken up early (at 8 or so) in the morning when my roommates crash around changing, bathing and turning up the heat in the room when they go to school. But not today. So, not believing in coincidence, I’ve decided. Someone up there HATES me.

So, Moral of the story is -

1) Get good friends who will sms you randomly in the morning on random days.

2) Be a bloody teacher’s pet.

3) On 2 or more alarm clocks on a day important as this.

4) Always blame the one up there. If you can’t, blame Nanas. It’s easier.

p.s. THANK YOU MR SUNDA, YOU’RE SO KIND ;_;

and

THANK YOU COCOT, YOU HAVE HORRIBLY GOOD TIMING ;_;

After finishing the load of homework dumped onto me, I get a one day breather. Then came the news - I will have consecutive tests and exams all throughout the week- and weekend. First will be my calculus. Which I have to brush up, considering i have no idea on how to play with infinite numbers. …. literally infinite. Next will be my Computer test. A crazy adaption of my text book blanked with numerous fill-ins and True or False questions. All 4 chapters worth. Then will be my next speech presentation! A speech about “Leet Speak”. I wonder if I could pull this off. I STILL CAN’T MANAGE TO SMILE WHILE UP THERE! I should get plastic surgery. ;_; Oh yes, almost forgot- my english draft, with at least 500 words minimum, about my (wtf) family history will be crammed into one and a half hour of class time.

That about sums my entire worth of ADP semester.

Although I may be speaking (writing, to be more precise) now, my grammar is totally failing me today and I can’t write a F***’s worth of essays nor blogs today. Perhaps that is because I just browsed through Tun Dr. Mahathir’s blog and spend almost an hour there killing my brain cells trying to figure out what political bullshit he’s trying to say. Not to offend him, all politicians have political bullshit to say in the first place.

My Next class is in 1 and a half hours time. I love my horridly planned schedule. Credits to the ADP office. So basically I’m stuck here trying to figure out what to do till then.

Maybe I shall study.

Maybe not.

Some donkey related me to the Panda in Kung Fu Panda the other day. I shall choke that donkey to death when I see him. I certainly do not jump around kicking people… I just jump around… and kick people when I’m safely on the ground. But all this Kung Fu phenomenon nowadays is making me itch to start singing that Kung-Fu Fighting song… from that chinese show who knows what. Speaking of Which, i want to watch Narnia too. two. By Gods! I’m getting lamer every day. This shall be Nunu’s fault since it’s been long since I’ve blamed her.

Pupu and Pepe came back. Woop-ee-doo. And the first thing they think about after touch down is… taadaaaaa pornz. Typical typical.

Meh, My weekend is full to the brim. Homeworks, Tests, Job, outings… there goes my rest days.

Meh, after returning from a weekend at my home before this home, I can safely say that god I hate that place so much. But sure, I say that all the time anyway.

This week, I was dragged around since friday, trying to find BLACK coloured formal female wear. From KLCC, to 1U, to subang parade. It was MADNESS. At the end of Day 3 in a row trying on the same clothing again and again and again (because one of them is too small; and getting the next size up was too big) you couldn’t imagine the devastating effect on my brain. This is exactly why I don’t like shopping clothing for myself goddammit. It’s so stressful trying on stuff and realize that you can’t get what you want! So in the end I finally got a RM 500 formal suit, pants and innerwear which I absolutely hate and refuse to wear. I know what you guys are thinking, I friggin spoiled. But I didn’t ask for it!

So I spent the weekend trying to pinpoint who to blame for this matter. Should I blame me ma? Who carelessly bought the stupid suit, even after I said no? Should I blame the stores, for having such ridiculous cuttings that don’t effing fit properly? Should I blame me, for bothering to go for a second shopping spree even after I got my first bloody suit? No! I shall blame it on my effing Speech teacher! Okay, so I don’t hate her… But all because of her I had to go spend another 500 bucks on a new formal suit which I possibly won’t need! ARGH. Not to mention the impact it had on my brain, the mental stress. :/ BAH.

But after that I found a new revelation… I found a shop in Subang Parade that tends to female shoes <3 Meaning - I won’t look ridiculous wearing male clickamagics with my formal suit anymore. Of course, my mom was ecstatic -  “OMG! shoes!! Stephy you can be all girly now!! *insert monsterous giggle here*” …. okay, that was a tad bit too exaggerated. But Still!! I now have one pair of heel-strap-shoe thing that girls are supposed to wear, and one more on the way! …… I CAN’T WALK IN HEELS. (I fell over while trying…. And I wasn’t even standing in the first place)

You know what, that sounded gay-ish. Argh.