and i u n f o l d

When I get into someone, I really get into him. Heheheheheh. Damn me and my intensity.

(Translation: I frakkin’ adore TbB la. Adore adore adoooooore. Hope-less. I did, however, stick to my resolution; he had a slew of stuff this weekend and I didn’t go. *pats self on back* Haha, Step 1 of my detox! Still can’t stop listening to his songs though.)

I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will have to drag myself to the dentist. Sigh. The pain is slightly less now but it’s still there and something needs to be done. I just pray that the solution isn’t surgery. Waaaaaaah. Now is not a good time for that. But I guess I’ll wait and see what the dentist says.

I was out with Val on Friday. Twas nice to hang out since I haven’t seen her in ages. We had a nice dinner and caught up and talked crap. Then we spent waaaay too much time at the self-help section at Kino. Hurhur. Reading conflicting advice on what to do with our love lives. Ahahahahaha. Make the first move. Don’t make the first move. Let him chase you. Flirt. Head tilt. (AHAHAHAHA. Val did a killer exaggerated impression!) Something about playing with ice. (?!!) Eye contact. Self-help books can be so fun and funny. Heh.

While I do think that He’s Just Not That Into You has a lot of truths, most times I think that you have to trust yourself (and your instincts) when it comes to love and relationships. No book is tailormade to suit every kind of relationship and there’s no right answer most of the time. Every relationship is different, every person is different so it follows that there is no one true and tried way to True Love. Still, it’s quite interesting to read these books. Sometimes they can be really insightful. Other times, you have to take it with a grain of salt.

The ones that amuse me the most are the ones about flirting. Sometimes the advice is ridiculous. Other times, what they’re saying is so obvious. Flirting has to come naturally, I think. For the most part. Maybe because I find that when I find someone attractive, I tend to do it subconsciously. Hahahahah. Watching the video that Hani took from the 2nd time I met TbB, I was so totally doing the hair-flip and head tilt thing. And, of course, the eye contact and smiling. Heh. But it wasn’t conscious. (Yes, there is a grainy video from my phone. No, I’ll never post it up here. Hahaha.)

Anyway. Self-help books. They kept us entertained for a long time. Heh. I met a couple of Val’s friends and it was a fun time as the boys squabbled about what to do. Haaaaa. Then again, that’s common occurrence with me and my friends too. Damn indecision.

Oh, I wanna rec a site: handwritingwizard.com . Firah told me about it and I did the handwriting analysis. So freakishly accurate! It’s very cool. So give it a go if you got like 10 minutes to spare.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Can’t wait for our Post-Xmas Palooza. Woot woot!

P/S: My mom came into my room and saw that I was watching some Tbb thing. She quipped, “He’s so 2 years ago!” And again with the “I told you about him back then but you didn’t care. I voted for him, okay? I didn’t even vote for H.ady.” AHAHAHAHAHA.  Thanks, ma.

Thank God for painkillers.

I don’t know what brought it on but I’ve been having wisdom tooth pain for the past 2 days. Hurts. Bad. I tossed and turned last night cos I couldn’t put the pain out of my head. Stupid me didn’t think of medicating myself. DUH. Not that we had any Panadol in the house anyway. So now I’m in a happily slightly-numbed state. All I feel is a slight throbbing in my jaw. Nice. If it persists, I’ll have to drag myself to the freakin’ dentist to see if something needs to be done. Waaaaaah. I don’t want! Til then, thank God for painkillers. Numb is good.

It’s the last week of my term to which I say YAY! The downside is that there’s still exams and one big project to do. Haven’t started on the project but we need to start soon cos it’s a pain in the ASS. Sigh. But I’ll be glad to be able to sleep in next week. Heh.

I was telling Hani that maybe we both should go through a MTIA detox. Create a 12-step program or something. Ahahahaha. The first step for me would be to stop listening to him all. the. damn. time! *facepalm* I have some moments of clarity when I realize that my crush is SO STUPID & POINTLESS. Oh, reason, how fleeting you are! Step 3 really should be “It ain’t never gonna happen, so give it up sister!”. Hahahaha.

Okay, while writing this, I was surfing one of the fansites and read an interview with him from Teens and it said:

“Oh, so here’s your chance - send a message out to your future girlfriend!
If you’re out there, I am single. I hope you’re funny. I hope you understand me. That’s all that matters. So, come look for me. I will be at locations when I perform, so pass a note or something to my manager, and we will hook up.”

WTF?!^?#$&$%*<#$<%$%&* *flails*

TbB, are you telling me something? Ahahahahahahaha. And damnit, I already did that la. :P Look for you at your events? Check. Pass a note or something? Double check. Hook up? …… Your move, boy. Heh. Oh, that’s just HILARIOUS. WTF?! Ahahahahah. Powers That Be, are you messing with my head? Don’t do this to me!

GAH.

I spent a crapload of money on Friday.

Meichan and I went on a spree for clothes for work. We hit G.2000 and practically tried on every pair of pants there. Ahahaha, it was hilarious. We ended up liking the ones that the other picked to try out. But I have a major problem with their pants: too short! When I wear them with heels, they’re not long enough for my liking. Boooooo. I did, however, buy a skirt suit which I’m quite pleased about. 50% off and I got a $20 voucher. Sweeeeet.

M.ango is having a sale, and as usual it’s total insanity. I took a quick look-see and grabbed a few items to try on. So much for buying formal clothes: I ended up buying a fabulous pair of skinny jeans and a sweater-top. The jeans was an impulsive grab but when I tried it on, it fit great. Like perfect. (’Cept that I can never gain weight and/or inches. Which is the case with most of my clothes really. Haha.) And I tried it on with that top, so I figured that I might as well get a whole outfit. Ahahahaha. Suuuucker.

Aldo is having 20% off… and I was so tempted to buy a pair of killer heels. Aaaah, I am such a shoe-whore. I actually wanna buy a pair of red killer heels. To wear with my new skinnies. Hee.

After that, I met Aishah and Farah for dinner. The usual 4th party, Ali, couldn’t make it cos she wasn’t feeling well. Twas a nice dinner with good company. As usual, we were our snarky selves! Next time, it’s my turn to pick the place. If anyone has any good recs, let me know! ‘Cos I have no idea where we should go.

He remembers me. Hee!

TbB had another thingy on Saturday at China.town Point. Hani went with me. We went belt-shopping too (Yay for pretty belts!). The event featured him and Oli.nda. When we came, she had come on and was singing. She sang 3 songs and I really loved her outfit; her black blazer was to die for! I want one like that.

Anyway, then TbB came on. He wore a black shirt with a thin red tie with matching Nike shoes! I was tickled by that. Heh. He seemed extra hyper for some reason. He also sang 3 songs; got kinda emo during the Malay song (but then, that song really is sad). Hani, as usual, was like, “Stand here. Don’t slouch. Smile!” Ahahahahaha. We decided that we (still) suffer from Take 5 Syndrome where we don’t know how to deal with cute guys our own age. LOL.

They were signing the calendars and I had managed to get a set, so I figured what the heck and joined the queue. Waited in line for over a half hour (and subsequently ended up late for my 5.30 appointment!) but whatever. Worth it! Hee.

Oli.nda was seated first at the table and it was a little awkward. She asked for my name, signed her calendar and then I complimented her on her jacket. Hehe. She was nice.

And yes, TbB remembered me! After he was done with the family before me, he smiled and said, “Hi, how are you?” Standard greeting and all, but there was a feeling of recognition in it. Hahaha, I don’t know how to explain it. There was a sense of familiarity/friendliness/recognition/whatever. Maybe it was in his smile. LOL. I didn’t expect that, so I was kinda surprised. I mean, I hoped he would but I didn’t expect it. Said I was doing good and I returned the question and asked if he was still feeling sick. He said that although he’s not yet totally well, he was feeling much better. Then came the comment that cemented the fact that he remembered me: he said he got the sweets and thanked me for it. And he was like, “I think they worked!” Heh. I smiled like an idiot and said, oh that’s good. :)

I had this belated birthday gift for him, so I gave that to him. He was surprised, I think; he said thanks and peeked into the bag before passing it to his manager who was standing next to him. He had already signed the calendar but he asked me for my name. I leaned down and had to spell it out for him. Hahaha. He added a message that said, “To Liza, thank you for the sweets. Love, Tau.fik”. Heehee!

So, I was like, thanks. We shook hands (total eye contact yo! Le sigh.), smiled and that was that. Of course, I was a little frazzled and didn’t realize that I had stepped on the tablecloth. So when I turned, I dragged it a little. Ahahahahahahaa. *hides face* UNGLAM! But whatever. Heh.

I had to rush off then cos I was late! But in the cab, I was all squeal-y and happy, telling Hani what had happened. :D

So, anyway. That’s that. I’ve decided (for now at least, lol) that I’m done with this whole seeing TbB at his stuff thingy. I don’t know what else I can do. Impression made; mission accomplished. I don’t know how long this resolution will last, but I’m gonna try my best to stick to it. The only thing I can hope for now is to meet him in a social situation. That’s Step 3, I think, and that’s pretty much up to coincidence/fate/destiny/the Powers that Be/whatever. (Hani said that we need to bump into him clubbing.) I’ve helped fate along enough! LOL. I adore him and all but I’m through running after him! Ahahahaha.

No prizes for guessing what I’m thinking about if you see me smiling to myself. Ahahahah.

Aaaah, pathetic. So pathetic. But on the upside, I suppose it’s nice to have someone to think about again since the whole Tokyo thingy and me casting John out of my mind. That feeling of having a crush on someone? Can be v. nice. :D

I met up with Meichan on Monday after a few months of not seeing her. We met at Heer.en… where I was greeted by TbB posters everywhere. How distracting. Lol. We had a long lunch at NYDC and caught up on what’s been happening in our lives. I told about my thing for TbB and how our first meeting went. Actually verbally telling the story makes me giggle in a OMG! I can’t believe I did that! way. It sounds a lot more brazen when I tell it. Ahahahaha. Meichan joked that I have upgraded myself from my chicken(shit) status. LOL.

Speaking of being chickenshit, I realize that this year has been an exercise of me being more… assertive? bold? go-getting? I’m not sure this all came from but it’s interesting. And I like it. It’s better than always sitting around, waiting for things to happen. Carpe diem and all that. Heh.

So, the presentation on Monday went splendidly. Our presentation and idea were well received, which made me feel esp. glad since a lot of it was suggested by me. I am so The Queen of Bullshit. Haha! I think the other groups may have underestimated us and didn’t expect us to shine. But the lecturer applauded the cohesion of our idea and presentation and said that it was well put together. Plus, there was no hesitation on our parts during the Q&A. The anticipated questions came, and we had the answers!

There was a bit of hoo-haa apparently cos one of teams was commenting to the lecturer, we didn’t know we had to/could do this blahblah. To which I say: dudes, you shoulda clarified beforehand then! Don’t be whining after the fact. (It turned out that the lecturer said that they should’ve taken that approach as well. So really, it wasn’t that we did something extra; we just did what was required.) And honestly, I thought that our approach would be the obvious way to go. *shrug* Still, it was clear from the presentations that each group has its own different strengths. Some are good at technical details, some good at business/marketing stuff, some good at providing a view of the bottom line. It just so happened that our group strength was the cohesion of our ideas and how everything linked well together.

Don’t hate the playa baby, hate the game. Ahahahaha. In any case, I believe it’s no use harping on what other people are doing. You know what you’re good at; you believe in the work you produce; and you focus on your own strengths. :)

Another presentation today; hopefully this one will be all right as well!

It’s the weekend and it’s pay day. Aaaaah, gloriousness! Plus, I have Saturday to look forward too. Heehee. *goofy smile*

I am a shameless, shameless hussy. (But I like it! Heh.)

After much contemplation, I dragged Cal (my pseudo-photog) and Hani (my pimp, lol) to the TbB thingy today. It was super crowded when we got there so we stood to the side and to the back. Scoped out the place and realized that he’d come in from the other side so we moved over. And sure enough, he did.

Seriously, he looked FINE. FINEEEEEEEEE as hell. I was just like, sigh. He was wearing jeans with a white tee with a green hooded jacket and sunglasses. Cal and Hani said he looked poser, but whatever HE WAS HOT. He looked a little thinner that I thought he was; he’s quite lanky but he has nice shoulders and arms. Hehe. Hani was urging me to do something (believe me, this recurred throughout the night) but I didn’t know what to do. (It’s just weird for me to be fangirly and teenie over him. Okay yes, I am gushy… but I can’t be like that right in front of him.)

Anyway, we went back to our original place. He sang a couple of songs (I was a little googly-eyed), answered some questions (we couldn’t really hear him though). Every time he came to our side, Hani was trying to pimp me out. But y’know how we always act cool, right? So when he looked over a few times, and we were largely unresponsive, we figured he’d rather pay attention to the enthusiastic ones. Ahahahahaha. I bet he was wondering if we were there to see him or just passing by or whatever. We are just too cool fools. Hani was telling me that I need to do something to catch his attention, and I was like, noooo. LOL.

ANYWAY. We were snarking and bitching most of time. Amusing ourselves and cracking ourselves up, as usual. Hani was all like, DO SOMETHING! And I went, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!? LOL. Oh maaan, that was hilarious. Imagine that exchange happening a few times. It’s his birthday so everyone sang happy birthday, his family was there and there was a cake and everything. And he sang a bit of Sexy Back! Dude, I thought he sounded hot. Mmmm.

When the signing started, we moved to the front center of the stage. I kinda wanted to get my album signed but the queue was fuckin’ long. So we stood in the area in front of him. Watched the proceedings and snarked some more. Haha. He was hugging some of the fans, so I jokingly said that maybe I should offer him a birthday kiss. Then the two devils who are my friends were coming up with briiiiight ideas to make an impression. I was wearing my denim skirt with the bow so one of the suggestions was to say “Oh I have a gift for you” and then around to show the bow and then say “Heh, just kidding!”. They dared me to do for $50, and I was like, yeah I’d do it for $50. Ahahahahaha. The other “dare” was to kiss him on the cheek. And Hani even had specific directions on how I was to do it. LOL.

The line was winding down so Hani went over to see if I could get in line. Sure enough, I was the last one. Score! He had been coughing during the signing so Hani had the cute idea of buying him something for his cough. Once I stood in line, she ran off to buy it while the line moved me closer and closer.

Some last encouraging words from the two devils before they went over to the other side and the line moved. I ended up being the 2nd last person cos this lady and her son managed to join the line after me.

So, here comes the interesting part. (Eeeeeee!)

I was kinda nervous when I got nearer to the table and was composing myself not to say anything stupid. He shook the hand of the dude before me, turned to me and I swear, he was checking me out. Y’know when guys do the once-over? Yeah. I mean, not that I wasn’t checking him out too. But yeah, hee! He smiled, I kinda melted inside and I don’t know who said hi first. Hehe. I kinda felt a little awkward, cos HELLO! I adore him and all.

So I gave him the album cover to sign, which he did. When he was done, I sheepishly handed him the fisherman’s friend, saying that I noticed that he had been coughing and that I thought he could use it. I was kinda laughing when I said it, cos it’s kinda lame but whatever. He went, oh thanks and said something about how he had been coughing for a while. A beat of awkwardness while I was at a loss of what to say to that. Then he smiled, held out his hand to shake mine. I said, oh can I get a hug? He was like, sure and stood up from his chair and leaned over for the hug.

I don’t know exactly where I got the nerve but I fulfilled the dare. I told myself, JUST FRAKKIN’ DO IT YOU PANSY! Ahahahah. So, I put a hand on his left cheek and planted a kiss on the other cheek. Okay, it was more like the area where his jaw meets his ear, cos I misjudged the timing. Ahahaha. His response? A little surprised, oh! when my lips touched his skin. Heehee. I was wearing lipgloss, so I’m sure he def felt it. He didn’t expect it, obviously. Heh. (I asked for a hug, and he got a kiss! LOL.)

I can’t really remember what exactly happened after that. I was a little sheepishly embarrassed! I kinda smiled and said thanks, took my album cover and that was that. Hani was asking me what his response was but I honestly can’t remember. He was smiling, I think, but beyond that I have no idea.

So, I went over to the two of them who were like squealing in happiness and I couldn’t believe I actually freakin’ did it. Like OMG! WHAT DID I DO? WHERE DID I GET THE NERVE TO PLANT ONE ON HIM?!?!? AAAAAAAAAH! I am a crazy person. Shaaaaameless. But I guess it was worth it. :D Heehee!

I just adoooooore him la. Le sigh. So, step 1 has been accomplished. I met him, made an impression (hopefully a good one, haha!) and now he knows I exist. What next? (Heheheheh.)

Happy birthday, TbB! *grin*

I didn’t realize how much I actually did learn in school. (Hehehehehe.)

Back in RJ, I remember that our History teachers taught us how to write proper essays with references and all that, saying that it’s a skill we needed to learn to prepare us for university. We bitched about the tediousness about it all. But true enough, in my first semester when I took the writing class, I was a step ahead because I was not only already familiar with writing essays but also familiar with referencing techniques. (I really did love that writing class; it was a very nice walk in the park for me. Hee!) In that class, I learnt more about writing academic essays, something of which I should’ve applied more of in all my essays if I hadn’t been too half-assed about it most of the time. Haha.

Then, of course, being a Poli Sci major sort of trains your mind to think in certain ways. And you get used to having to read mountains and mountains of reading, understanding them and analysing what they mean. Those are all skills that I took for granted, not realizing that school made me better at them.

So now that I’m back in school for a short while and learning in a class with people of slightly different educational backgrounds, I’ve realized that yes, I did learn something during my university days. When some were complaining about the reading we have to do for one of our essays, I shrugged and didn’t find it a big deal because the article was less than 10 pages and the paper was only 5 pages. 3-hour classes aren’t that bad for me to endure after my Honours year. Research isn’t something foreign to me. Writing papers isn’t difficult (unless you’re lazy, ahahaha).

That was my life for 4 years, so it should be unsurprising that I’m not freaking out about it. I just didn’t realize what a comfort zone it is. Heh.

A few of the assignments we have this term are group assignments in the form of a report and accompanying presentation. The first one is on Monday and we’re prepared for it. I’m a little nervous about the presentation more than the report, actually.

I’m a bit (…okay, a lot) of an English Nazi so I volunteered to write the first bit of our essay because no one seemed keen in doing it. The plan was for everyone to do their own specific part and then we work together on the remaining ones that we discussed about. It turned out that I wrote most of the essay by expanding on the points that they had researched on. I’m feeling on the fence about it; on one hand, I think I’m probably the one in the group who’s most comfortable with writing and can BS my way around it so it makes sense to leverage on my competence in that by having me write it. Plus, honestly, it made the process faster than literally writing it together.

On the other hand, it’s a group essay. I dunno but I kinda felt like I was having too much control over the whole thing; the main idea that we adopted for the project was suggested by me and I did most of the essay-writing. Not that my team members did nothing cos they did do research. I just felt that maybe there could’ve been more productive conversation during our brain-storming sessions or some opposition or criticisms or something. Y’know, more ideas, suggestions and stuff like that.

The thing is, I try not to be all Hitlerish. I don’t particularly want to be the alpha in the group. I try to sit back and let other people offer their insights. But sometimes there’s just silence and then I feel compelled to start things so that we don’t waste time. I wait for someone to offer to do something before I do. During the writing process, I kept asking them to read over what I wrote and no one questioned anything or asked for amendments or anything like that.

It’s hard when 30% of my grade depends on group work and I don’t yet know them well enough to judge. Back in uni, I always kinda had an idea of what my teammates were capable of and so I’d be secure in the knowledge that everyone had something to contribute. Or that we’d have a balance of ideas and personalities that would mean that the end product would be a group effort. But in a situation where there is a lack of ideas and proactiveness, I just feel like I have to try and do something about it.

Hmm, I don’t know if that all made sense. I’m just venting on the frustration. It’s not a lot of frustration, but a feeling of unease.

*shrug*

I can’t help it.

In times of stress and general suckiness of life, I need something to make me smile. (Un)Fortunately for me, at this point of the time, one thing that can make me smile is TbB. And since this is my blog and I’ve subjected everyone to my other obsessions, I might as well not hold back. Ahahahah.

I wanna gush about his album. I was all like, should I get it or should I not? Well, I had zero will power. Bought it on the first day. And I don’t buy on the first day except for people I really like. So, yeah. *facepalm* Heh. I zipped in, sheepishly smiled at the dude stocking up the shelves and grabbed one, paid and zipped out. Haaaa.

I’m surprised by how much I like the album. For an album, it’s good. For a local album, it’s a frakkin’ miracle. This is good crack yo. I have my favourites, of course, but as a whole the album is very listenable. Well-produced. Well-composed. He sounds really good. I wouldn’t have gone all crazy over him if he had a mediocre voice, so I feel vindicated by the awesomeness of his vocals on the album. Heh. His songwriting? Again, surprisingly good. The uptempo songs are catchy with good beats and I love how the vocals are layered. I love One! The slow songs? Make me wanna cry. That Malay song is just… GAH. *clutches heart* There’s an interlude which sounds really good and my fave slowie is Words.of.the.Day. I love the vibe of that song.

Not only does the boy sound good on the album and acquits himself very nicely as singer-songwriter-producer, he also looks damn pretty in the album sleeve. Mmmmm.

When I first saw the back of the album, I almost cracked up. Why? I present Exhibit A, a photo from my shoot last year:

Compare that to Exhibit B, photo at the back to the CD cover:

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Coinkidink or whaaaat? I mean, that’s not the most unique of poses but the similiarity is too much. WE ARE SO MFEO!

Question of the week: should I go to his signing this Sunday? Hmmmmm. HMMMMMM. It’s his birthday too. Heh. Who wants to come with, if i go? Ahahahahha. You get to see me go all googly-eyed in front of him. That’s blackmail material yo. LOL.

Met up with the posse last Friday. I haven’t seen Sarah and Juls in a while so it was good to catch up a bit. And funny as hell as we tell stupid/embarrassing stories. Plus, Cal’s friend came along so we subjected him to our stories about our silly shenanigans. Ahahaha.

Topics of conversation included Hani’s MTIA, my obsession infatuation crush on TbB (of course), Cal’s drunken night, Sarah’s “accent”, the Mraz and star signs. Good times. Heh.

Weirdly enough, several thoughts came into my head that night.

Like how whoever my future boyfriend/husband turns out to be, he needs to be able to get along with the posse. Really. We have our in-jokes, embarrassing memories, code words and what-not, and I bet that we’re overwhelming to people who aren’t used to our brand of insanity. But my boy will have to get used to it. And he’ll have to be able to understand and join in and tolerate and enjoy our humor and insanity. Heh.

Like how I really do have a thing for the creative types. Musicians, dancers, writers, the like. Maybe it’s because their passions are manifest in their artforms. To quote Cal on this: “I have a weakness for people who are passionate. Not just about love or romance, but about the things that matter to them. To be able to love something with every fibre of your being; now that’s sexy!” Preach it, sister! Heh. Maybe it’s because they’re expressive and openly so. Whatever the reason, I find them attractive.

Like how my boy has to have a sense of rhythm. I’m not asking for him to be an uberdancer who can bust out his repertoire of moves on the dance floor, although that’d be v. awesome. All I need, at least, is someone who has rhythm so that we can go clubbing and have fun dancing with each other all night long. Heheheh. A boyfriend who can’t dance? Yiiiikes. A boyfriend who doesn’t like to dance? Double yiiiiikes. A boyfriend who doesn’t like me to dance? NO DEAL.

Like how I really should crush on a “normal” guy. By “normal”, I largely mean “attainable”. This whole TbB thing? Pointless. Heck, stupid and pointless (Hmmm, sounds like my mantra during the early days of the YKW-crush. And damn, we all know how that eventually turned out. Do I ever learn?!?). It’s not gonna happen. Not only haven’t we met, but I’m not so confident of my charms to guarantee that in the slim possibility we do meet (in a social situation, mind you), something will happen. I’m not that delusional yo. Haha. So, TbB needs to be relegated to admire-from-afar-only status. No crushing on him as if he were the boy next door that I can get. Nuh uh. This also translates to “I need to find someone else to crush on.” Riiiiiiight. Good luck to me.

Like how I do want to be with someone. The problem, of course, is that I don’t want just anyone. I want a particular kind of guy. I don’t even know if such a paragon exists! Haha. I’ve never been the type to have or want a bazillion guys falling over me. I just want one- the one who I want too- to fall all over me. It hasn’t happened yet. Will it ever happen? *shrug*

Anyway, serious thoughts aside, it was a fun night. Well, it’s always fun hanging out with the girls. Heh. I can’t wait for our Xmas party! Woot woot.

[The post below this one is protected, ‘cos I don’t want the entire frakkin’ world to read it. If you’d like to read it, the password is the title of TbB’s 1st single off his new album in the format “songtitle” (lowercase, no spaces). If you don’t know who TbB is or what his single is… then, haaa. No hints yo.]

Between family stuff and the start of training, this week has been a strain.

My first week on the course has been okay. I actually find it quite interesting because I think it’s important to know about these matters (finance industry and insurance). They are real concerns and it’s useful information to apply in the one’s life.

The thing that’s tough is having homework to do everyday. And many many deadlines crammed in. I’m trying hard to stay on top of things. Can’t slack off too much. Haha. I still can’t stand having to wake up early for class every day. Gaaaah. In terms of people, we’re grouped off into teams for project work. But I’m trying to socialize a bit with everyone so that I don’t just know the people in the group. It’s been all right so far; haven’t really found anyone I can really click with but I get along with everyone. Good enough for me.

It’s kinda funny sometimes cos I didn’t think I’d get into the finance/insurance industry and here I am. Haha. Never say never. No regrets though. I have a good feeling about this job. (Yes, yet more positive thinking.) I just need to get through these 3 months and get used to dealing with economics and numbers again. Heh.

Being at N.YP, surrounded by kids, I feel old. OLDDDDDDDDDDD. It’s terrible. Hahaha.

On a totally frivolous and random note, I am so in love with TbB. Sighsigh.

And now, I need to do my frakkin’ tutorial. *headdesk* Then, try to get some much-needed sleep.
Thank goodness the weekend is almost here.