friendster

argh. i check my friendster account when i remember to, which is perhaps never. today, i suddenly remembered that it was time to do the yearly (ok, i exaggerate. monthly) check on my account, and after doing the customary reply to messages and updating of friends, i decided to look at my friends list for the first time ever.

and then i realised, i have "friends" who i don't even know about! from my memory i do reject people i don't know (how they get hold of my full name or my email remains a mystery), so how did they manage to appear on my list? -screws up forehead in deep thought- some look vaguely familiar, the keyword being vaguely because i remember corresponding...i think.

see this little account shouldn't cause me so much grief since it holds zilch importance to my life. however i can't believe i can do things so absentmindedly, even though i do have a reputation for being quite a scatterbrain (for eg, my friends will think i want to throw away my handphone simply because i'm holding it in the same hand as a tissue paper). The funniest incident happened a couple of days ago, when i removed my contacts at night and put on my glasses. i wondered why everything seemed startlingly bright and blur at the same time, and kept rubbing my glasses. after a while, i got used to the big bright blurry world and just went about doing my thing, and went to bed about 2 hours later. i woke up the next morning (without the glasses perched on my nose, thank you, i'm not THAT blur) with sore eyes...and realised i didn't remove my contacts afterall. -bish-

ok thinking about that incident, i do concede i am quite a scatterbrain. but still, not to the extent that i add people i don't know about right? OR i do know them, they are my friends...but i've forgotten them? no right???

ok before i continue speculating, i better get back to work. and delete some friends.

pinkie strain

I am not a dainty lady, but I have a peculiar habit of lifting my pinkie whenever i drink, be it from a mug, a wine glass or a water bottle. the mentioned water bottle proved too much of a workout for my poor pinkie finger, and now i am suffering due to this curious occurrence i term pinkie strain. -altogether now...owwwww-

thank you. pinkie strain is more painful than it sounds. you can't bend your pinkie, and typing is now hideously hampered. supporting a water bottle is a herculean task (best done with the other hand) and somehow all work is unappealing.

now before any one thinks i am making a fuss about this (which i am, really), i don't normally act like this. it's the monotonous office environment that makes a strain welcome, for it breaks the monotony since you have to do everything differently. yes, one wonders what i've signed 6 years of my life, or more, to. don't worry, this is a passing phase, because the great singapore sale is here, and yet i'm cocooned in my office when shopping is downstairs, and at the same time planning trips to both london and hong kong.

speaking of which, can one survive on 770pounds a month in oxford? don't tell my parents, but i think i underestimated the amount i needed (the greater the confidence the more the damage). "D" class accomodation worked out to 650pounds per term, and i think D class refers to shared rooms, and 2/4 rooms sharing a single bathroom. hangovers are purportedly very very common. as are "s-exiles"(work that one out yourself). i don't so much mind being exiled out of my room by my roomie than having to confront spirits or the like. i'll take the former anytime, so shared rooms are such a blessing, but shared bathrooms remain questionable. i do place a premium on hygiene and clean toilets. can you imagine walking into the toilet when someone is puking, due to his/her hangover? ok we better stop all the disgusting images here.

i better go back to work. typing with this malfunctioning pinkie is cumbersome. have a great time!