dead girl walking.

after being bed-ridden for 2 whole days and computer-less, i appreciate daytime tv so much more. bring on dr phil, oprah, ready steady cook, huey's cooking adventures!

hell yeah, what fun. as i lie in a semi-comatose position on my loveseat beanbag, i stone in front of the gogglebox.

alternatively, i stare blanking into the ceiling whilst on my bed, counting fluffy white sheep gracefully leaping over the pretty pink picket fence. that's about all the energy i can muster. all my energy has been sapped swallowing antibiotics, vile-tasting cold/flu meds, vitamins and God knows what else.

work has come to a complete standstill. while i like the idea of being the psuedo slacker, my course, unfortunately, does not warrant. however, conveniently using the lame excuse of being drugged and in a perpetual semi-retarded state, it lessens my guilt of missing class and not doing anything. besides, i lack my lappie - where ALL my notes and stuff are. how convenient. to top it off, my eyes, brain and hands aren't coordinating well at the moment.

i rest my case.

i need to go home and sleep. i dragged my wary, aching body to uni to download some stuff and collect my assignment. yes, *sigh*, i have another paper to write. on a brighter note, i am bringing it back to singapore to write.

it's raining pussies and pooches at the moment. i want to go home. now.

fish for me in the dumps.

*disclaimer: this post contains explicit material. if you think you do not like what you're going to read, please do NOT proceed further. failure to adhere to this may offend.

han and charlotte asked me to head to the mustang with them. how can i say no?

abeit the dramas that unfolded prior to entering, we finally managed to get in!

han all excited when we saw evan, whom she affectionately nicknamed "middie" (after the photo i'd snapped with him and his best mate last week)

charlotte and i with ben.

give bro a run for his money at the mighty mark pose.

isn't he a cutie?

han with nick.

its been a while since i've last drunk so much. my favourite long island tea and 4 bottles of corona. you heard me right, i had mexican tapwater. but whatever takes you to your happy land. however, the problem that comes with that is what if you make all the wrong calls because of your distorted judgment? i swore that if a situation similar to that of hustler didi's ever arose again, i will do the exact opposite so as not to bear any regrets.

let's just say what happens in vegas stays in vegas. but whatever call i'd made, i thought i wouldn't regret it because it was the exact decision that would not have left me aggrieved with hustler didi. i was wrong. my call was, once again, way off track this time. argh, the irony. the fucking irony.

on a totally different note altogether, i'd a mail from the uwa business school on thursday, something i'd never received. naturally, i thought that i was in trouble.

uwa business school... i'm not even in the commerce faculty! , my ass belong to the economics dept.

if you can't see properly... look again! what a pleasant surprise.

for all you cock eye people (talking about myself as well).

well, what can i say other than i am stoked? mere 10 hours of cramming pre-exam. woot.

now for the fucked up news. my laptop has given up on me. hence, i am coming to you live from the uwa biosciences library. i have no fucking idea why my laptop crashed but other than the fact that now i ams everely handicapped. all my law notes and photographs are there. notes that need to get me through my exams and pictures that have encapsulated 4 years worth of memories. bahh. hoping to find someone here who can fix it up. if not, got to bring it back to singapore to see if bro has the time and is able to fix it up for me.

in the meantime, i will be missing in action. at the moment, i'm running a temperature as well. have blocked nose, throat inflammation, weak and aching body, dizziness and phlegm-laden cough. dammit. someone carry me to the doctor.

2003hr

i should be getting ready. getting ready to head out.

it's been one week since that fateful night. how time flies. it's friday.... and mustang time. to shake it loose and party with the cheeky monkeys. and with hustler didi.

but i'm at home, sitting on my bed in my pJs, banging away on the keyboard, frustrated and tired. i'm not going because mimi has exams/work to do - she is my party babe. i'm not going because i'm tired and ill. i'm not going because i need to sever that soul ties binding me to hustler didi. i'm not going because i feel fat. correction, i am fat.

i am just trying to convince myself why i'm not there.

jem.

我知道你我都没有错
只是忘了怎么退后
信誓旦旦给的承诺
全被时间扑了空

我知道我们都没有错
只是放手比较好过
最美的爱情回忆里带去

poop! plop!

partyy girl in hibernation, the inner geek pushing in full force.

yours truly is (s)experiencing (yeah right...) 'verbal' diarrhoea in motion, i.e. shitting 2,000 words in 24 hours.

i wonder why, i partied the whole weekend away when i was suppose to be writing this 30% paper. while this unit 'law of evidence' is engaging- looking at trial procedure, cross examination of witnesses/accused, credibility, identification/opinion/character/documentary evidence - it is hell hard to make my case.

come on woman, unleash the tigresss lawyer instincts.

bom chickah wah wah.

couldn't think of any apt title for my post of randomness so this is taken off some lynx deodourant tv advertisement which is bloody hilarious.

randomness:
1. do not jump out of the frying pan into the fire - daddy wisdom
2. grey undies do not show themselves under white pants.
3. a shart is when shit comes out along with a fart, unintentionally.
4. ithyphallophobia - fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.
5. viagra makes you hard, but not necessarily horny.
6. ask teenagers when they still know everything.
7. ignorance is bliss. if you do NOT like what you read, don't read it. don't judge me just because you think you know me. if you do, might as well make it known here.
8. i admit i am paedophilic. thankfully, i haven't cross into the illegal realm of it. YET.

someone amuse me. and pamper me. my mobile has committed suicide and died on me. :(

baby, you have become my addiction.

friday nights @ the mustang bar - mimi and i usually get on our lesbo act, letting loose, dancing provocatively while fending off dirty old men and ah nehs (sorry, we just cannot help it that we're racist). drinks, good music, bloody fun. we never get it on with others, the hotties are always taken or shooting pool *sob to the dark blue jumper blonde*. but we're just happy minding our own business.

friday night, i finally got it on with someone. lets call him hustler didi (because his older brother wore a teeshirt that says HUSTLER the week before). before we talk about didi, let's talk about hustler korkor first. mimi and i noticed korkor the week before (when he was wearing his infamous teeshirt). or rather, hustler korkor noticed us. tall, chiselled, piercing eyes with a penetrating stare and a tone bod i could just eat. he came over to shake his bon bon with us but left when BIGGER fish came along (like omg-size 16 fatties). i noticed hustler didi and his friends, mole boy (for obvious reasons why we nicknamed him), fugly jumper guy and dreadlock boy. didi bears a startling resemblence to korkor, except he is shorter, a lil scrawnier and more boyboy looking. i know what you guys are thinking - rach likes!

actually we didn't bother about them the week before. but friday.... they noticed us again and swamp us like flies as mimi and i strutted our stuff. hustler korkor tried to pull some moves on the both of us but i wasn't intending to get it on with him, too much of a man whore. suddenly a hand creeps around my waist. and as hustler didi (right then, i hadn't confirmation that they were related) was nowhere in my sight, i suspected didi. so i thought "ok...... nevermind, just continue dancing. probably a man whore like korkor. shake him off later." didi was quite shy so we just contined on like this for a while.

mimi ended up with mole boy after hustler korkor disappeared somewhere. mole boy was making the most of his opportunity with mimi, not showing her any respect and asked her a whopping 10 times for a headie in the bathroom (i.e. blowjob). i wasn't too happy about it so i kept pulling her close to me. but she somehow always got separated from me and pushed around between mole boy, dreadlock boy and hustler korkor, who had then returned. while i know mimi enjoyed her time with hustler korkor, korkor kept asking her to go with him to the bathroom as well. she was not happy. this happened over an hour or so.

throughout this time, hustler didi had already "claimed" me as his, so everyone left us alone, and we were good. he learn fast. if he tried to pull something i wasn't comfy with, he wldn't do it again. and he stuck with me. if i needed to use the bathroom, he'll let me but when i am done, he came back to me, staying close to me. by then, i had already confirmed he is indeed hustler's didi. didi was very protective of me, to the extent that his immaturity showed. say, in a crowded pub, people are bound to be pushed around. someone shoved me hard unintentionally. hustler didi, without thinking, shoved that guy back even harder with one hand, the other arm around tightly around me, and demanded this WWE-lookalike guy to apologise to me. like OMG. for a minute, i swear a fight was gonna occur. thankfully, nothing happened. mimi, charlotte and han thinks it's sweet but really... thats immaturity to the max. he could have landed himself in hosp.
i wore an off shoulder top that night and it kept slipping down. after initially trying to be funny with me and realising it was a no go, each time my top slipped down, he would gently pull it back up to my shoulder and re-adjust it for me - won mimi and i over. brownie points. and i knew throughout the 4hrs we were together, he was in dire need of bathroom help - but its either because he is shy or alot more respectful, he never shot me such a request.

in the end, he got into a scuffle with korkor and friends. korkor and friends wanted to move on to another club. he didn't wanna go. korkor and friends kept harassing him to leave a couple of times, but he refused. they tried dragging him away from him and demanding he leaves with them - but he kept coming back to me. and left them to their destination. i couldn't believe it. i just couldn't. i expected him to just get it on with 3-5 girls at any one time, like hustler korkor.

the night ended a tad too soon. hustler didi asked me where i was heading to. i said "home". he begged me to go paramount with him. i turned him town flatly. 8 times. to me, even if i went to paramount, what would happen there? nothing. he might as well find himself another girl there. i know didi isn't as hot as korkor, but he isn't too bad. life goes on. me going to paramount wouldn't change anything - we'll still go separate ways at the end of the day. then i asked him a question i have been wanting to ask the whole night, hopping he will prove me wrong. but he didn't. he gave me the exact answer i anticipated, what his korkor and friends would have said. and then we parted ways. he looked back after he crossed the road. and waited for mimi and i to cross the road. but i couldn't bear to look at him nor head in his direction. we walked in the opposite direction. that's how it's gonna be. everyone asked me why didn't i get his number. but look, with friends and a brother like that, committment is not on their mind. its a lay lay. a quickie. and thats it. and i don't just mean relational committment. i don't think they want contact with the girls they have got it on with, dance wise or more. when the night is over, it's over.
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the aftermath conseqences was alot more impactful than i could have ever imagined. i thought that i'll sleep on it and thats it. but hustler didi haunted my mind. he was shy and respectful to me throughout the whole night. he wasn't like hustler korkor and friends, but yet he was also like that. oxymoron huh.

it almost seems to me like he is a good boy gone bad, given his influences. he tries hard to emulate them, but yet there is still alot of decency in him. when i looked into his eyes (which was that one and only time before we parted ways), i thought i was looking at a reflection of me. like a wounded puppy, but sure where to go. lost, confused, doing all the wrong things despite knowing they are wrong, yearning for affection, intimacy but scared of the costs that will come with it, trying to find footing on stable ground but having a warp vision of what 'stable' is. thats hustler didi. and thats me.

i truly want to believe there is more to him than this. maybe he will prove me wrong this time, when i don't want him to. but for now, we wouldn't know. i can't shake hustler didi off my head. it's almost like i want to do a mother theresa - turning a wayward good boy good again. we all know that's a myth. girls have this idea that they will be the one who tames the wild boy. but honestly, how often does it happen? neither can i shake off the fun i have at mustang bar. i yearn to go back for more. and possibly, just possibly, bump into hustler didi again. i may do things different the next time.

mustang bar. hustler didi. mustang bar. hustler didi. baby, you have become my addiction.

you deserve alot more credit than anyone will give you.

the mustang charge.

friday night..... it's mustang time again. round 1! mimi and i get all geared for a night of hardcore dancing.

guess whose legs? (abeit the dire need of airbrushing, photoshopping to rid those jiggles)

thats right! it's me being a hiao por while waiting for the bus to take us into northbridge.
mimi and i going wild with the cheekymonkeys.


my boy for the night. story to ensue in the next post.

this is round 2!! saturday night! yes, same old lousy outfit.

buncha nice guys that we met that night. awesome guys!

guess who came along?? thats right, the murdoch girls - charlotte (in purple) and han (foreground). i suspect charlotte is more smashed than she is willing to admit.

watch your back. twice.

perth is not very safe after all. (courtesy of ABC news 16 august 2007)

Police in Perth have held a media conference to reveal they have found the body of missing woman Corryn Rayney in Kings Park.

Her body was found in a grave off Lovekin Drive. The body has not been removed from the site, and police say they have identified Mrs Rayney from DNA samples. The cause of death has not been revealed, but police say they are treating the case as a murder inquiry. Police began searching Kings Park yesterday after Mrs Rayney's car was found abandoned in the nearby suburb of Subiaco. A trail of fluid from the vehicle, believed to be oil, led them to a site in Kings Park.

History of Corryn Rayney case
Mrs Rayney, aged 44, is a mother of two young girls and a Supreme Court registrar. She has been missing for nine days after leaving a bootscooting class at the Bentley Community Centre on August the 7th.

Police had their first breakthrough in the case on Tuesday night when her abandoned car was found locked in Kershaw Street, Subiaco. It is believed a trail of fluid from the vehicle led Police to a site near a toilet block in nearby Kings Park. Mrs Rayney's estranged husband, LLoyd Raney, is a former prosecutor for the Director of Public Prosecutions. He has been representing a police officer at a Corruption and Crime Commission inquiry into the wrongful conviction of Andrew Mallard for the 1994 murder of Pamela Lawrence.

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this goes to prove - one can never be safe/cautious enough, especially if you are a girl. don't just think you know it all. danger is very real. and it's not you who just pays the price of misjudgment with your life, it's your loved ones.

so charlotte, don't be blindsighted by the smooth talker. remember, innocence once lost can never be regained. and, what if it just isn't innocence you lose?

backpadding to square 1?

i know i should not backtrack on the progress i've made so far. sorry mark/jeff.. but the inevitable always happens to us, the emotionals. we relapse. let's just hope this is temporal and i'll scuttle past this hurdle fast enough.

as it is, i know you have fed me lies upon lies upon lies last semester. that's fine.... i'm learning to stomach and swallow that nonsense, pretending to be that dumb blonde who laps it all up and takes your twisted word for it. but since you have made it clear you despise me so much, why continue feeding me more lies? telling me you did not renew your driver's license when evidently in the mail, came the renewed license... what do you take me for? an imbecile? it's not like i enjoy asking you to help me, but come on, it is 7 freaking degrees in the pouring rain, i am in a polo tee and shorts 1 hour away from home, do you not have a conscience?

oh wait, what am i saying? it's you we're talking about. what conscience? does it even exist in your vocabulary? i guess not. i am struggling to comprehend this whole situation right now - why even bother lying to me when you hate me so much. you might as well tell it like it is "no, i don't want to pick you up." why beat around the mulberry bush for someone you don't have any basic respect for? i think its these fresh serve of lies i am just struggling to swallow - i want to suck it in and further my progress, but yet it's getting wedged in my throat.

i was listening to rihanna's good girl gone bad. if people knew me well enough, i'm not the most angelic of girls... but i know i've been good. but you've tainted that innocence i once had. i've become such a cynical, vengeful and wary girl. and that innocence once lost can never be regained.

but here is my personal vow, to myself and to the people who have faith in me. i will bounce back. stronger than before.

the traditional keynes and hicks approach to hedgers vs speculators

keynes and hicks felt that hedgers are short on average and speculators long. speculators are optimists in that they will think that prices will rise, so they buy long. hedgers, on the other hand, may be the producers of goods and will sell goods forward to remove the risk by locking it the price.

if that is the case, the expected future spot price has to be greater than the forward price. this "greater than" disparity compensates speculators for the risk. for example, speculators buy oil at $70 where it could possibly fetch $75 in the future. they think they will make a profit of $5 - and this compensates them for the risk. they will not sell it for $70 as there is no compensation for the risk. hedgers may also think the price of oil will be $75 in the future but they will still lock in a selling price of $70 so as to remove the element of risk. hence, both parties will be happy.

this situation is called 'normal backwardation' and keynes and hicks felt that this happens quite frequently. in this situation, the forward price is not a reflection of the expected future spot price, it is actually a little less.

it can also be the other way around where the hedgers are long and the speculators are short on average. for example, qantas needs alot of oil to operate the air planes in the future hence they buy the oil forward (hedge). if there are alot of players in the market like this, hedgers generally adopt the long position. it can be that the speculators expect a falling price and sell their products short. in this situation, the expected future spot price is less than the forward price. the hedger is willing to pay more than the expected future spot price but are happy to do so to get rid of the risk. they are willing to pay $75 for oil even though they could think that they can get it for $70. conversely, speculators sell forward at $75 and they will think it is a good price because they have a belief that the future spot price will drop to $70 - compensated for the risk.

and this is called 'contango', the former being more 'common' as felt by keynes and hicks.

my aussie happy land.

it's pirate party time @ the uni tavern. mimi and i didn't have time to plan for a get up because we decided to go in the eleventh hour.

giving johnny depp in pirates of the carribbean a run for his money with my smoked eyes. all made possible by xing+caro - M.A.C eyeliner is the way to go!

cam-whoring in the uni toilet with our eye patches. roarrr.

change of plans and we decided to head to the mustang. that's when my lesbo tendencies rears its elusive head.

mimi's model talents shining through. in freezing temperatures.

ended up returning to our first love, our aussie happy land, the mustang bar!

guess who popped into the photo? i also have no idea!?!!

our favourite band, the cheekymonkeys! my namesake.... they were fawesome!

that's right, the cheekymonkeys, friday night live @ the mustang bar 11pm till late.

you gotta be there or you wouldn't know what you're missing out on. and in the process, gain an insight to my happy land, the only outlet here for me that is.

taking christianity out of context?

i'm a christian. i go to church. i have close christian friends. i also have many very close non-christian friends.

now, what gets me aggrieved is the way my christian friends are wary of my socialisation with non-christians, which i thoroughly do not agree with. i repeat. i do not condone some christians' way of thinking that we, christians, should not mix with the unevenly yoked. however, going back to establishing my agenda for this post, the greater emphasis in biblical teachings is that we, christians, should not date/marry non-christians - "do not be unequally yoked together with unbelievers. for what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? and what communion has light with darkness?" (2 Corinthians 6:14)

firstly, i do not question that biblical law. after all, it is written in the bible. therefore, when pastors/elders realise, for example, that one teenager in the church is going to date a non-christian, they may intervene. ok.... i can understand their reasons for intervention.

BUT! when you tell me, both teenagers are christians, both holding leadership positions in church, but that one leader has the greater potential to develop something more while the other has already maxmised her potential - therefore, that disparity in potential to grow/serve is the cause for objection from the pastors/elders - THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND.

i think it looks quite confusing so let me break that down for you. i have a young friend at church, B, young, charismatic leader, the baby of the leaders in his ministry who is tauted to be like "the next big thing" in leadership. he met a girl in church, G, sweet young thing, a stable christian serving as a leader in her ministry. been hanging out, decide that they like each other alot. but B's mentor/pastor stepped in saying - "no, i don't think she is good enough for you. her potential to serve is already maximised. but as for you, you still have a lot more room to grow. if you go out with her, she will pull you down."

ok.... what. the. hell. now, i have alot of respect for the elders/mentors/pastors of the church - after all, their faith, belief and teachers are alot more concrete than mine. but to impose such restrictions and reasoning on a teenager boy - and going to the extent of driving past his house at night to see if he is at home - is ridiculous. B is a regular teenage boy. he is also a good boy. just because he has some star potential to be the 'next big thing' in church or something, doesn't mean his personal love life should be hindered as a result. G isn't a regular church going christian, let alone a non-christian. how can you use a disparity in serving capacities as a logic behind disapproving the r/s?

furthermore, both the parties' parents have no objections to the relationship proceeding, why do the pastors/mentors have to kick up the fuss? don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with God now. God has never made such commandments or passed these decrees. rather, it appears to me, the pastor/mentor is taking all these teachings and principles, out of context and misusing his position of authority.

i am sure, the pastor/mentor has his concerns, but there is a fine line between concern and going overboard. in mu humble opinion, i think he has crossed that fine line. pastors/mentors are meant to guide, educate and faciliate the spiritually young - which i am sure most have done a fine job of. but at the end of the day, you stick close to the biblical teachings and not manipulate/formulate your own reasoning and thinking it is in line with the black-and-whites. because sadly, sometimes it may not entirely be GOD-prompted.

maybe this is why non-christians are so wary - when a few christians take their beliefs out of context and alot of unpleasantries arise. thankfully, the proportio of these christians are minimal and there is nothing to be cautious about, my fellow friends. at the end of the day, as long as we christians live by our principles/beliefs, be who we are and help others and be a good testimony, let the seeds be sown. the rest, is up to God to do the watering and nurturing.

*disclaimer: this speaks for only a small proportion of christians. i am definitely not putting down any christians in this entry.

indifference is the new bliss.

there will be 2 posts today simply because i forgot what i wanted to type in the first post. now that i suddenly remembered what i set out to establish in post no. 1, here is post no. 2.

i think mark and jeff will be proud of me. for someone with remarkably low self-esteem, i have to say, i reckon i have done pretty well these few weeks. i never thought i would be able to overcome all those terrible feelings i was going through last semester, being burdened by the shit going on around me. that betrayal, hurt, anger and shame. i was a living wreck last sem. i thought it's gonna be a while before i can stomach it. but i have presently surprised myself this time around.

i have reached the stage of indifference. i'm not happy, definitely not. but neither am i the wreck i once was. i am learning to let go. it's a good feeling. it's one of those things that we, the emotionals, struggle to comprehend and manage every day. the pain, hurt and all still remains, it won't go away.... but learning to suck it in and keep myself in stride at a good pace is probably the most pertinent object i have in mind now. and my baby steps into being a big girl is going well.

i suppose i don't see the necessity of bitching about *him anymore. i could if i wanted to. you'll see paragraphs and paragraphs of useless ranting... ranting which wouldn't change anything. a leopard never changes its spots. just like some things just don't change. i don't expect it to anyway. i got to get on with my life, somewhat, despite having the permanent thorn in my flesh, metophorically speaking. and i will.

i look around me and i see all the problems my loved ones face... i was so blindsighted by my own foolishness to not acknowledge everyone else's. this time, it's gonna be different.

D will be looking down, and proud.

snap back to reality.

30 wine tastings from sandalford, houghton and lancester wineries + unlimited chocolate samples from margaret river chocolate factory later, rach is 2 kg heavier and bloated. :(

it's time for detoxing. gosh. while i was definitely pampered, i am also feeling worse for wear. there has been too much shopping, good food and drinking. have heaps to catch up on. tuts, ilectures, notes, readings and assignments to do. -groans- bring on the mugging fever! arghh. with pleasure comes pain.

snapshot of her royal highness. tsk.

telltale signs indicating my path to being a spinster.

1. you find yourself mixing/lunching with your didi's and lil cousin's high school mates. such as in the case of 18 year old daniel bey, yang's schoolmate from victoria school and alex, eugene's school mate from st patricks school.

and hell, you think that they are the cutest things ever.

2. you start doing the math to calculate the probability of snagging a guy. and then, you mop at the prospect that the odds are against you.

i.e. wrong guy at the wrong time = wrong guy
wrong guy at the right time = wrong guy
right guy at the wrone time = still wrong guy
right guy at the right time = right guy (it's about time!)

so at the end of the day, you have 1/4 chance to get it right. dammit.

3. alex tells you on msn "rachhh!!!! i saw the future you at tampines mall line dancing". -pukes blood- just to defend myself, i rather be a pole-dancing whore than an old aging spinster caught line dancing in the heartlands. excuse you.

investing 101

as some of you may know... i am into investing. specifically stocks investing.

and well, starting off as a noob, i am always more than happy to listen to 'old wise men' share their five cents worth on this subject matter. thus, when my dad's uni friend, uncle choo, and i started dicussing shares and counters over caesar salad and banana bread yesterday, i was more than keen to milk some advice from him.

never did i expect that the best piece of advice he shared with me was given to him by my very own daddy years ago.

ok. for all you noobs like me. this is the secret in investing 101. years ago, my dad was the CEO of SEMAC - for all the ignorant out there, that's the rubbish collection/disposal company which the govt privatised in around 1998 (prior to take, my dad was with the ministry of environment). i think it has been subsequently renamed SembWaste or something to that effect. as head rubbish man, so we say, my dad therefore knows quite a fair bit about people's unwanted stuff - who knows, he may sieve through them himself.

anywho. as a result, my daddy, the head rubbish man, devised his own theory - it goes something like this. "orhhhhh, xxx company is chucking out so much shit, this means the company is expanding/producing at full capacity, this means good news, go buy xxx company counter!" similarly, "wah lau, xyz company has no shit, must be something bad happen. no business, no investment, bad news. better avoid, later lose money!"

moral of the story: in all aspects, the amount you shit indicates your inner health/wealth.

smack that!

i spy with my little eye, some thing starting with an 'e'. that's right e-y-e-c-a-n-d-y! alas, it seems that school has gotten a little more interesting than the usual white skin blonde hair, yellow skin fake accent, acbc boys. cutting the long story short, i nearly shit in my pants when i walked into money,banking and the financial markets tut to see the most drop dead gorgeous, well-built blue-eyed blonde guy leaning over the rostrum in a casual, chic manner, waiting for the clock to strike 11am to start the tutorial.

thats right, this hellava stunner is my econs tutor. the name's kieren gray. tall, broad shoulders, chiselled chest and piercing blue eyes.... he is every bit the billabong model. he also happens to be more than just a himbo. he studies law and commerce. now, why haven't i ever seen him around the law faculty? beats me... perhaps i was too busy paying attention to the ABI, arvind or that latest squeeze (who only turns out to be attached) to really see this pretty damn gorgeous kieren hanging around the law library. anywhos, i ended up spending the whole tut drooling away. did i also mention he is left handed and i am a S.U.C.K.E.R for lefties? -blush-

anyways. as the title suggest - i think i am gonna get screwed by my dad. i brought uncle choo and charlotte to this pub to drink. remember carnegies? its the pub that jem brought me to... a place laden with bittersweet memories and much fun. it was halfprice cocktails. my treat. yayness!! bought uncle choo, another uncle a pint of swan draught each, charlotte a mango margarita and myself my favourite long island tea. i swear that they make the best long island teas! it taste so bloody pleasant that you can drink on happily without accounting for the amount you drink.

charlotte and i went to dance. highlight of the night - the moment they played smack that. jiehua should know i am crazy about that song. omg. i love smacking strangers. charlotte got picked up by the hottest asian guy at the club. omg. he had puppy dog eyes and a really gorgeous smile. his name is andrew and he managed to knick charlotte's number from her. lucky bitch. he is a stunner. apparently, he studied law @ uwa. honestly, i don't know if he was trying to impress her and crapping it because in my 4 years at uwa, i have never ever seen him. the law community is pretty tight and such a cutie like him, i wld have definitely spotted him. oh well. let's hope he's not a heartbreaker.

i think uncle choo will so think i frequent these areas and start fearing for his daughter if i bring her to these places in the future. i don't think i have that much time. but damn, this was wicked fun. i love it! the last time i went to carnegies with jaimee last sem, it was so disappointing. glad that i gave carnegies another chance.

welcome back to awesomeness, carnegies! =)