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Wistful. Would the hands on the clock please move a little faster?

Guess the cat’s out of the bag and I might as well come out and say it before the speculation runs rife - yes, I’m now in a committed relationship with someone very special. I wouldn’t come out and make it public on my blog if it weren’t serious and finally, finally I can say that I’m serious about someone and someone’s serious about me :)

Like an alcoholic I fell off the wagon a couple of times and got distracted…but now things are sliding back into perspective and back into place. Technically yes, I still have two months to go; but I’ve made my peace with Him and I’m making it up in other ways; my purpose of this vow was to get my life back on track in worship, Bible study, and commitment to church and I think I’ve actually done pretty well in this aspect, especially in the last few months.

It’s a constantly on-going process and pursuing a fully committed Christian life is always difficult, but I pray that with his spiritual and emotional guidance we’ll make it together :) My parents have been sweethearts; I’ve spoken to them (and he’s spoken to Dad) and I wouldn’t have gone through with it without their love and support. I really want this to go right, I really want this to work out…

God willing :)

A teeny weeny photo post from NIE.

Simin, me and her Hello Kitty mouse :D

Simin, me, and Pervy Perv the beaver, who loves boobies.

Me in Juansa’s funky red specs :D

“This is the last time I’ll ever be able to do stupid things with my hair,” proclaimed Isaac, “so I did.”

I don’t mean to be whiny and grumpy and annoying, but…

I’m so tired, and I AM whiny and grumpy and annoying.

Sorry :/

Word of advice to self: if you don’t like it - DON’T DO IT. It’s like pressing a loose tooth - the pain is crazy but you can’t stop tonguing it, just to feel it wobble and make it hurt.

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Looking for waitresses to work at Bar None. Must be above 16; pay is $7-$8 per hour depending on prior experience in F&B, though none is necessary. Work hours are 7pm to 3am, tips shared daily. Leave me a comment or an email if you’re interested.

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I love decorating my journal. Every page is a study in prettiness and colors and now I’m known as “that girl with the markers and the colorful notebook”. Kittens and puppies and flowers run rampant all over my book. Doesn’t it make you happy to write in a pretty book! It does me :)

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Certain medicines make me dopey and a little bit wonky. I live to amuse; and it’s easier to do so when doped up on medicine. I’m told I act like I’m drunk, I say strange things and giggle hysterically for little or no reason, then fall face flat on the table and snore. It’s just a little bit more embarrassing for my friends to be seen with medicine-doped-me than usual. :D

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Oh I love living in Hall 13 with Korean food and crispy chao-tah-edged waffles with peanut butter or strawberry jam or cheese, cup corn, shoestring fries, and nice people to play Scrabble with!

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I miss puppy. I need a sniff and a snuggle to recharge.

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I hate ICT.

I’ve reached a faint lull in my university life - most recent deadlines are over and there’s now a vague reprieve till the next deadlines loom over my head. Still, walking to school this morning, I suddenly felt a bone-deep tiredness and lethargy. I’m rather tired of attending classes; I’ve been going to school now for almost 17 years and I’m getting a bit weary of it. My attention span in class has dwindled lower than an ADHD kid who’s just had a pack of double-stuffed Oreos (although my journal has benefited considerably, what with all my pretty scribblings and doodlings in it).

Can’t shake off this restless, unsettled feeling when I’m in school. Just tired, and nothing seems to be sinking into my head anymore. Think I’ve reached saturation point. These days I’m just living for my weekends and mooching through class just watching the minutes pass. I don’t feel challenged and I don’t feel motivated; I feel like Matilda :( only my excess energy can’t be channeled into eye-power, more’s the pity.

I’ve been wandering around alone these past few days trying to get a bit of perspective back but even that isn’t really helping. Library, Bugis Village, even aimlessly wandering around Thomson. Nothing’s really doing it for me, though I do love those precious minutes spent alone and with my puppy. Poor puppy, having to put up with my mopey-ness and my grumpiness, when he’s got so much to deal with himself. But my morale’s dipping really low and I need to get myself back on track and back in the game.

Maybe it’s just PMS. I don’t know. It’s frustrating and sometimes I just want to kick something. Was talking to Hannah today and I figure I just need a good break. The problem with NIE is that we don’t get a fixed reading week; each bloody subject takes its break in different weeks so we never get a clear empty week of holiday. How upsetting is that? I feel muzzy and woozy and I can’t think straight. I want to get away so badly. So badly.

My heart is longing terribly for empty white beaches, for Bangkok’s dusty smoky streets, for the feeling of cold clear seawater closing over my head. I want a frosty cold beer, a bright pink martini, a massage by a little lady who doesn’t speak English. Pad thai and meat skewers from Khao San, strawberry ice-blended with jelly sperm on the beach at Redang. Sand between my toes, fish nibbling bread from my fingers, sunblock rubbed on my back. Amusingly clueless white tourists. I want. I want.

I need to get out of Singapore even if it’s just for a couple of hours, just a day, just get me away from here, away from the madding crowd.

Even Sentosa would do it.

:(

Wouldn’t it be absolutely lovely to go away just for awhile? Rest, recharge, drink in the setting sun.

Take me away. Please.

11 deadlines (projects/term papers/education packages) due in the next 2 months.

5 days to payday, but…

1 paycheck - 8 debtors/bills to pay. 2/3 of paycheck gone.

8 chapters behind in Bible in 13.

2 laptops. 1 portable hard drive. All 3 are malfunctioning.

11 players have only won 2 games out of the last 7.

18 days to 3 months.

5 days to the weekend, 2 months to Bangkok.

1 tired (and broke) Beth.

She’s Asian. She’s hot. She can sing. She writes her own music.

And most importantly - her rendition of “Umbrella” rendered the song acceptable and singable.

Gasp.

And her name is Marie Digby. Sighhhh. I’ve had this thing for femme singers in the last few months, what with Imogen Heap and Feist and Colbie Caillat and now Marie.

WHY CAN’T I BUY SONGS ON ITUNES WHY!

After much hemming and hawing I realized that my laptop has been steadily slowing down. I kept telling myself I had to back her up soon so I could reformat. Or, back her up before she gasped and died on me.

So after about a week of going, “Man, I need to backup,” I actually did, last night. Copied every last important file onto the portable hard drive at home.

And today, my laptop crashed to the floor, snapping off an entire brittle plastic corner, sending my CD-rom drive out of its socket and making it completely impossible to dock the battery anymore.

I just bought a brand new battery last week.

For once, a timely backup. Thank God :/

Anyone wants to buy a brand new laptop battery that fits all Fujitsu Lifebook S6120 and S6110 laptops, let me know. Bought for $165, letting go for $100, never bloody used.

Now taking collections for my new MacBook fund. Please donate generously, my POSB savings number is 110-16229-4. Feel free to transfer large sums of money. :D

you tell your group mates that you’ll do the introit and benediction - uh, introduction and conclusion - for the presentation tomorrow.

*facebook facepalm*

(And yes, you know you’ve been using Facebook far too much when you type the word “face” and the word “book” seems to follow on perfectly naturally.)