fruit plus

i've a most healthy lifestyle. or rather, my brother and i. we go to the provision shop almost everyday to buy chicken flavoured tapioca snacks, fruit plus sweets, chocolates, and an assortment of ice cold sugary drinks.

my brother takes them as snacks, on top of his main meals. i take them as meals, on top of my normal veggie snacks. one wonders which lifestyle is healthier.

haha. that's like a competition to see who can reach the pits first, isn't it? =P i better start changing things soon. yes alex, not even sugar free sweets and chocolates (how can one live??!!) sigh. the price one pays for a healthy body.

oxford interview

"well i think this article is very keynesian etc etc"
"it's surprising you said it's very keynesian. do you know who wrote this?"
"no.." (sheepish grin)
"keynes."

bam bam. so my interview continued on this trajectory. three times, my interviewer had to direct me to parts of the passage (in the fashion, look at 2nd paragraph first line, what is said), three times, no, more than that, i looked confused and could only smile what i hoped was a sweet smile to my interviewer. i think he must think i'm dumb. i guess i made some points, and said some gibberish too when he looked particularly confused. bleah. poor guy. he ended up smiling and saying it was an "interesting discussion", "good luck." to which i promptly replied, "oh thank you very much, i think i'll need it."

sigh. sometimes i think i'm way too clever for my own good.
there goes oriel. =S

my beauty regime

a couple of months ago i'd laugh if i thought of writing an entry like this. there's absolutely nothing in my beauty regime at all, save a splash of water on my face every morning and night. i hate having to fuss about how i look. as long as i look neat and clean (that's where splashing my face with water comes in) i think i'm fine. i abhor makeup. in the past when i had to act i'd beg for less makeup (somehow the people doing my makeup are deaf, then). i just could not understand the fuss about how one looks.

now i guess i kinda realise how important it is, before it's too late, so to speak. i think makeup and caring for one's face through masks and facials are just too feminine, too vain actually. exfoliation probably makes no difference anyway, and washing my face is just...too much of a bother =P. haha. hmm. but after realising what an APPALLING state my skin is in, i conscientiously (and trust me it deserves every bit of that phrase) wash my face with facial foam everyday, and actually tried a scrub. (it does make a difference)

before i continue. (oh gosh what am i doing!!!! i am actually writing an entry about my skin! blurgh.) ok will go now before i get pelted with rotten eggs for wasting all your time...=P

sorry! =D

teen angst

-playing in my head : My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne-

i wish life were simpler. pretty queer, i look at the nicks of my friends and almost everyone seem to be caught up with some philosophical question, or stress, or relationship/family/friends problems. yup, hardly anyone seems happy huh. haha, we're only eighteen. young enough for the ladies to announce their age without blushing. young enough to fret about pimples but not much else (thankfully!)

blah. yup, i admit i don't know myself just like i don't know anyone else. yup, sure my grades are nothing to crow about. yup, i don't quite know my purpose in life and i certainly can't understand the stupid irrational things that i do oh so often. yup, my family has many skeletons in the closet -- so do i, for that matter, more than anyone knows. yup, no boys. yup, differing opinions with friends who i puzzle at trying to understand/meddle/interfere with.

oh well.
big smile all the same

steam

for everyone who's been disillusioned with their results...

to quote alex, it is the last stretch. yup. it's been a long way, from psle when i was not sure what at all i was doing or studying so hard for, and didn't even look at the booklet they gave, to o levels when i remember pacing up and down all night in an effort to memorise biology, to now the big As when i do odious maths papers every day.

i was disappointed with my prelim results. barnard assured me they were "all right", but i think it's not my best, certainly not. yes, i've had doubts about my best, whether it's just and merely mediocre, but i look deep inside, something vehemantly objects to accepting this defeatist attitude.

my kor told me to put in effort. i think applying for scholarships and even oxford is just an absolute waste of time at times, but i agree with his reasoning. if i think i've played badly, putting in effort for this short 1 month will not kill me, if i do as badly for As, i lose nothing at all, if i do well, great, scholarships and oxford are now more possible.

just try for this 1 month. try your best. you have nothing to lose.

superglue

i would like to think of myself as adaptable. maybe not to the extent of being fickle, but at least to be able to break the habits that i myself form. yet i adhere to my habits, my custom way of life unwavering, unyielding. i take a long time to adjust to changes, if i even want to change. it's one thing to be loyal, another to be a stubborn moron.

breakaway.

i should be who i am, not who you want me to be. haha, yet i do not practise what i preach. i find in people what i want to see, and love or condemn them for what i have deliberately set out to prove about them. only when things show themselves clearly to be dreams, illusions, lies, only then will i force my stupid slow self to move. but still i resist the change that is for my own good.

so much for my happy ending.

when will i convince myself that i have had enough?
i'm not loyal, i'm just a stupid moron.

fed up

just got my econs essay back. bah. i can't believe i screwed up for econs so badly. it's supposed to be my best subject, and if this is the state my best subject is in i am done for. what a disappointing prelims indeed. and i haven't even considered the dismal state my maths is in yet. pride comes before a fall, now this is a hard one to stomach.

bye bye scholarship. bye bye oxford. bye bye oriel.

what's the worse part? i'm tired after all that mugging. i wanna play, relax. and obviously i haven't earned it, if anything i have to get back to my books. this is darn disppointing. i hate it when i get so complacent.

darn. back to mugging.

quirky

The international view

"There is a problem, you see, with public buildings. Batman got into Buckingham Palace and Bush got into the White house. It's an absolute tragedy. So we've gotta find a way of dealing with it."

-courtesy of economist once more =P-

promiscuity and males

-courtesy of economist, science and technology section (my fave)-

"Lotharios everywhere will be pleased to hear that monogamy does not appear to be a natural human state...By examining the DNA of living people, Dr Hammer and his colleagues have found that far fewer men than women pass their genes on to subsequent generations. In short, a small number of men have been putting it about a lot, thus outcompeting their lesser rivals...Although a moment's thought shows the old carnard that males are actually, on average, more promiscuous than females cannot be true (since every reproductive act involves one of each) biologists have known for a long time that in most species males want to be more promiscuous than females. What holds them back is that females are choosy. And females also tend to be similar in their tastes, which means some males get chosen far more often than others...One result which did surprise the researchers was that the men's genes tend to travel further than women's...So, not only are fewer men than women procreating, but they are travelling further to sow their oats."

ROFL...