... thank QUT for making D Block a 24-hour-access computer laboratory, particularly for lazy bums like me who leave assignments to the last minute.

Which explains why I am now writing a 2,000 word-essay on effective decision-making concerning an ethical problem in the business my group members and I have constructed virtually over the last few months, in the company of my fellow university students, who may very well be here for the same reason, albeit with their own assignments. Problem is, I don't remember very much about my own business.

Oh wait, I just found my old presentation notes. Which are basically scribbles (a big difference from my usual robotic handwriting) on 4 pieces of paper I wrote on the day of my presentation. Thankfully my tutor's a wonderful man who appreciated my obnoxious oral skills (no, don't start), and creative use of... markers. Hopefully I'll do as well for this assignment as I did for that.

Holistic Health: "To enhance and maximise the health and wellbeing of all patients by providing affordable and professional services", currently offering physiotherapy, osteopathy, acupuncture, remedial massage and Chinese medicine.

The pamphlet Anna made for it is adorable. Apparently she got bored at work. She is an absolute superwoman, by the way (architect, part-time student AND a tutor), so a lifetime of props go to her for being such an amazing teammate.

If only I had that much organisation and willpower.

I hereby vow to kick my own ass next semester, and get all 7s (high distinction). 6s are good enough as well, I suppose.

Off to work. I'll be surprised if I get out of here alive by 6AM.

... could very well be the soundtrack for a journey to ataraxia.



Beautiful.

... be proud of 412 (:







Mind you,there were no mikes and we had to pretty much shout, but still.

Thanks, Brunei Students' Society (: And congratulations to the new committee members: Anne for Prez, Amiel for VP, Timz as Treasurer, Farah and Dan for Social Events, Seemah and Fakhri for Student Welfare, Mirza for Religious Affairs, Zul for Publicity and Marketing, Hemy and BB for IT, Zaim and Jon for Sports. Oh, and me for Secretary.

... G (:



Final weeks, final assignments, finals finals finals.

Onwards to insanity.

... happens when you don't eat fast food, but your friends ask you to buy them a couple of Whoppers and Apple Pies:

After waiting in line at McD's with Di

Woman: Hey, how you goin (:

Me: Heya, I'm doing good (: Could I have two Whoppers, please?"

Woman: Ummm... we have... Double Quarter Pounders..?

Me:... Di, di mana kan bali Whoppers ani kan? McD kah Hungry Jacks?

Di: Eh wait... Hungry Jacks jua!

Me: Oh shit. Lalalala~

Haha.

... just something very appealing about action shots. But of course the boys wouldn't settle for simply jumping:





Too cool.

... seem to get this out of my head.

... quite disappointed with the girl who did my piercings at Piercing Planet the other day. Granted, the vertical tragus was perfect, but I'm pretty sure she got the measurement wrong for my nose; I told her the piercing seemed to sink into my skin, but she assured me it was sitting right on the surface. But yesterday it was definitely IN my nose, since (duh) I couldn't even see the head anymore, so I had to push it from the inside (very ladylike of me) and pull it back out, but even then it sunk back in, so I'm pretty sure it was either cause the bar was too short, or the bent section of the piercing was pulling it down. Either way it was painful, troublesome and just plain annoying. When I got to my friend's place I finally figured out how to take it out (I didn't know she put in a nose screw ring, thank God I didn't just tug and rip my nose off), and stuck in a piece of nylon guitar string. Not the most hygienic thing to do, but is definitely easier on my poor old nose. In any case, next time I get a piercing I'll stick to the girl who did my vertical labret. Plus she's a goddess.

... and 14.

Vertical tragus and repierced my nose, nose hurt way more than the vertical tragus. When I pierced my nose for the first (and second) time I used a gun, it definitely hurt a lot less but needles are much safer so it's better in the long run. Since the vertical tragus is a surface piercing it'll probably grow out in a few months to a few years, but was well worth what little pain I felt.


May do an anti-eyebrow or dermal anchor pierce on my cheekbone next, followed by a helix project. I was considering a Medusa but it would probably be a bit too much since I got the vertical labret already; maybe next time.

... adore Rove :B



"What's that? Bronze? What a waste of time!" Hahahaha

sneaks says (3:39 AM):
screw the ring, right now i need icepacks for my cheeks
.Jamie says (3:39 AM):
screw the ring?
sneaks says (3:39 AM):
mine
.Jamie says (3:39 AM):
how could you say that and not expect me to make fun of it?


Love you, roomie :D

... God, if it is written in the stars for me to have an arranged marriage, please, oh please let it be with

THIS GUY.



Oh yes, yes, yes.

And in other news (or just one, really - I wish there were a different singular term for news... "new"?)...

I hereby proclaim "new" to be the new (haha) singular term for "news" in this blog.

And in other new

...

Nevermind.

Anyways. I couldn't really sleep last night, so I took the liberty of designing tattoos as I am wont to do. Or at least just draw and cut things up because I was bored, it was 4AM and everyone else was asleep. Tomatoes tomahtoes.

Good times. Good times.

... in the early mornings, when all is quiet and serene...

Solitaire keeps me company.


My record's 52 seconds, if I remember correctly, set back in summer 2006 when I had nothing better to do.

I suppose my brain works best in the early mornings, with little/no sleep.

... I have, to my knowledge, managed to prove my friend wrong. She insists that most Bruneians aren't actually pure Bruneian by heritage, and must have some sort of foreign blood; she, for example, has Chinese and Dutch, as do most of my friends here. Another friend actually has a heritage book, which is how he found out his Indonesian roots.

I've never actually asked my parents about my ancestral history, which is a shame, really, since there's too much I don't know about my own background; but according to both my parents, they're purely Malay, which obviously makes me one as well. It's beautiful knowing that cultures and races can interlace, and many if not most of the mixed-bloods I know are absolutely stunning; but it's nice to know that my siblings and I are technically the true faces of Brunei.

Purebloods represent, yaw.

... gives new meaning to the word "sexy".




I know I've been writing quite a few (albeit short) posts lately, but since my presentation's done and my assignment's handed in I have nothing else to worry about besides my final assignments and exams.

And how have I been filling my time?

Actually, there were a couple of needles there because I was trying to find out how many of them I still had, but I had to take em out before I went to sleep so I just threaded the two that were most likely to close.


And randomly Photoshopping pictures. This was from last night when we were waiting to watch a movie and I put my jacket and purse on a guy friend (which looked disturbingly well on him, I might add).

Woke up at 5:30PM today. Feel like I wasted the whole day. My body seems to believe we're in the UK.

Damn.

... diri bersalut denganmu."

Randomly went through my head.

........................................ (or not so, over the past few weeks)


....................... and



Of all the people I could have thought about.


...............................