This is my current desktop because I think Raine Maida looks his best here. All dishy and intense, him looking straight at me everymorning, removes the pain of 1) not having a 'W' key because I refuse to pay a hundred bucks to replace something THAT IS NOT MY FAULT ( or atleast until I am a bit richer), 2) the ALSAing and 3) idiots in general.
His looks speak a thousand words and if I ever needed a motivational coach, I want him to look like this because can you imagine him saying " You can do it, I believe in you" , straight into your eyes, holding your hands, ooooooof. Yes I can imagine him and now you all know what I do in my spare time.
Well, ALSA is over and what a week it has been. Loads of fun, bitching and getting to know people that I never thought I would know, making sport of people I never thought I would. Never getting back home before twelve, coming up with nefarious p(l)ots and p(l)ans. Always forgetting to meet Meg online as I sleep. Come up with brilliant ideas and assissting with more brilliant ideas churned by the brain-o-matic herself. Owing meg lots more money as I expose her to my true klutzy ditzy self. Starring in my own sequel after the reserruction of VA-SU-DHA, Our very own craft show "At home, with Megan Joan". Listening to RENT songs over and over as my music taste was horribly maligned. Oh the pain! Extending my friendship with the Thai transvestite prostitute nail girl and getting horribly gone with her where she decides to play word games and sing at the top of her bloody voice. Sitting furitively in the Law club room, imagining the toyols that run amok at the bidding of their master. heh.Unfairly getting scared for no reason. hmph. Jumping up and down on the Holiday Inn bed saying "its overrrrrrrrrrrr" in tune to Akon's Lonely. Feeling my cholesterol jump up a few notches as I watched Shauna spread margarine. Coming up with proposal songs for Shauna...
*ahem*
Shauna Loo,
you're eyes are so "blue"
Shauna Loo
you make me wanna poo
Shauna Loo
please marry me and say I do
And two quotes I will never forget in all my days,
L***, at Holiday Inn, after emerging in her gown, wearing the nude bra, pointing to her chest area
"Never mind, you wanna touch? Its not my boob la."
L***, after knowing me, Vasudha Srinivasan, for a grand total of a year, asks
"So, are you Peranakan?"
Meeting the really nice delegates from the region made me feel lucky to be in Singapore. Because, sometimes, being in a small place is really fantastic. Everything gets done. I mean, de facto we are ALSA Singapore because we are the ONLY law faculty in Singapore and well, sometimes, you forget that the Privileges that come along with it, are Privileges and not the norm.
Okay, I'm tired of typing. Alsa was fun for a chore, partly because I managed to find something to do when there were talks. I'm sorry for being bitchy to some people, because it was probably unwarranted and snappish.
In other news, I ran down a slope to celebrate and I fell, and I have a really nasty scrape on my elbow, the kind you got when you were eight. So fun. I also lopped off my hair yesterday so its really short and ya, short.
I have also taken a solemn oath to try to never to swear as er, I swore when I was talking to my mum. And as you all have had minimal experience with my lovable mum, I transcript the conversation for you
Mum: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
Me: Er, nothing.
Mum: Ok, I am old, true, I am your mother, true but I am not an idiot. So please conduct urself as a good indian girl and do not use uncouth words etc. etc. etc.
The only problem I have with my parents is that they are my parents. =D
By the way, uradmirer, rather, erm, my admirer, its really interesting you ask whether Lavan is, godforbid, my boyfriend when he has left but two innocous messages on my tagboard and vish, omfg, who proposed a damnable harem, merits a who's this.....HMMMMMM...makes me wonder whether you are a spy from the faculty that I hail from. And as Lavan couched it in euphemisms, god forbid, I am not his girlfriend. The fella got loftier ambitions la, like Aishwarya Rai. And despite, Vish's unflagging enthusiasm in proposing a harem, he is but a good friend.
If there is anyone you should be worried about, its Nooj or Jo =)
And really, though I'm really flattered by your seemingly um, "relentless" pursuit, it is but a few messgaes on my tag-board. So please excuse me, if I have
1) not yet swooned into your (presumably hunky) arms
2) have a lot of misgivings about your existence in the real world.
3) somehow miraculously believed in your existence, expect alot more than a few tag messages.
If you are really real, which you are not, and if I have scarred you for life, which I'm pretty sure I haven't, don't you worry, there are lot more tagboards in cyber world eh?
And to the rest of you all, SHAME ON YOU :P
p/s: My phone can be texted but not heard. If you want to know how I would sound deaf in 70 years, then call me.
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