Post anything that you want anonymously. 

A secret, a confession, a fear, a love, your opinion about me - anything. 

Post anonymously and honestly. 

Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.



addendum: i think i can SO guess what's prob gonna crop up, so i might as well make a disclaimer now - i am NOT a bimbo! neonpinknails do not a bimbo maketh!

PS: you can say i'm weird. honestly. i'd love that.

and so it is.

and since we're all in the spirit of giving since Christmas is just round the corner,

and i know how you all desperately want to earn brownie points, and being a good friend is one of the many ways, 

here's how i'll help you be a good kid so santa will give you presents too.

i'll provide you a useful list of things to buy for my birthday!

arranged in no particular order because i want them all:

1. a driving license.
i know no one can help me with this but myself, but hey, at the rate i'm going, i think i'm gonna need some financial aid to finish the lessons and also in anticipation of test date two.

2. a car.
since we're at it, mught as well get me a car, you know, just to encourage me to get my license sooner.

3. a new wardrobe.
my clothes are spilling out and my wardrobe is iliterally falling apart! the doors can't close! on the bright side, i'm trying to con this out of my parents at the moment.

4. mac lifestyle.
and i mean it in the techgeek way, not the bimbo way. i want a g5 desktop, a macbook, plus an ipod video with an attachable microphone. heck, might as well throw in an i-dog, just for the heck of it.

5. laura*mercier tinted moisturiser.
i've been eyeing this for the longest time, and honestly, i'd kinda forgotten about this delectable object of desire until a taiwanese trashy bimbo magazine program i just watched tonight reminded me of the wonders and beauty of it. i need to have it to look pretty!

6. a medium size bag.
i don't know how many of you have heard about my stupid quarrel with the boyfriend about the ridiculousl big size of my big carryall black bag. so i concluded that the solution to all our problems and quarrels will be for me to get a medium size bag, then we won't quarrel anymore. please buy me a medium size bag, preferably the shapeless kind, so i won't have mindless quarrels with the boyfriend anymore! 

7. cash.
loads of it. just cos ya never know when ya gonna need it. nuff said.

8. G*star
i love it! from the jeans to the t-shirts to the shirts to the belts. buy me some!

9. shopping vouchers.
from gue$$ d.k.n.y. la$enza d|ese| arman| c.k. t0mmy ...

PS: this list is far from exhaustive. will update when i can. suggestions are perfectly welcome. :D

media law is such a drag to study whyohwhy.

current scoreboard:

no. of days of study: 2

actual number of hours spent studying: 2

number of weeks worth of  notes i have to study: 13

number of weeks worth of notes i have studied: 0.3

number of hours i need to study finish 13 weeks worth of notes: 939hours 

number of days i need to study finish 13 weeks worth of notes assuming i study 24hours a day like 7-11: 39 days

number of days left to study: 3.5

so this means i probably have to study 240hours a day to hit the quota. yay me.


okok i go study now.

you all probably know by now i'm actively trying to acquire a driving license.

so today, as usual, i went to the centre for my practical lesson.

when i printed out the allocation slip, to my horror of horrors, i realised i was assigned to my fixed instructor even though i'd actively tried to avoid him by making last minute bookings.

so i braced myself for the challenge of keeping my temper in check.

which is a very conscious process that takes more effort than the driving process itself, whenever i'm assigned to him.

one of the rules as a learner driver is lane discipline, which simply means keeping to the extreme left lane all the time unless making a right turn.

so after successfully executing a right turn on the first gear, there were two things i had to do next:

1. accelerate and change gear

2. lane change back to the left lane

previously, i was told i could do the above two in either order, depending on traffic circumstances.

so after checking my rear mirror, side mirrors and blind spot, i proceeded with the lane change before the gear change because the traffic behind me was clear.

halfway through the lane change, the hatchet man yelled at me, asked me why the heck i had changed lanes on a low power gear, and accused me of engaging in road hogging.

in the same loudness that he had yelled at me, i yelled back that another instructor had said i could do the above two in any order, depending on the traffic conditions.

and he yelled back, "no, you answer me, was the traffic behind clear?"

to which i said, "yes, there were no cars in the left lane, but there was a car behind me"

then he said, "that means traffic not clear right? then why you change lane? you should have accelerated, changed to a higher gear then proceeded with the lane change!"

to which i replied, "but another instructor had told me that - "

he cut in and yelled, "NO, you tell me, did he ever ell you to change lane in gear one?"

i said, "he said if traffic is clear, i can -"

he yelled, "DID HE EVER SAY GEAR ONE - "

i lost it.

i really lost it.

i hollered back, "YOU ARE UNREASONABLE!"

to which got him really agitated and defensive, "i'm unreasonable? i -"

i lost it.

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO WHAT I'M SAYING!"

note that at this point when we were having our shouting competition within the confines of a shitty honda civic, i was still driving on the main roads.

it was a challenge, my, but it felt so good.

i changed gears with such a vengeance i never felt.

drove with such utless care i never felt.

and it felt so good.

almost crashed his car twice, but hey, in my mind were only thoughts of,  "bloody asshole you better have bought a hell lot of insurance" and "you better standby your brakes because you're gonna have to pay a hell lot when i crash your car, asshole"

i'm still feeling the high from this afternoon's drive and shouting match, which is making me start to question my sanity.

who the hell gets high from almost crashing a car?

i told boyfriend about this dramatic encounter and he laughed worriedly.

boyfriend is now pondering over what to do in the future unfortunate circumstances when he would have to be my passenger when i drive. 

and in case you're wondering, it's like my ninth lesson i think, and it's my fourth lesson with the bald bastard.

at the second and third lesson with him, he already pissed me off real bad, but i reigned in my temper.

today i went for the class good-natured and all, even greeted him "good afternoon" only for it all to end up in a stupid shouting match.

at the end of the lesson, he opened up the driving textbook (which by the way is his favourite method of teaching PRACTICAL driving - why the hell do i need to go for practical lessons if reading the bloody book can make me a super driver?!?!) and explained to me what i had *supposedly* learned today.

he ended off by saying, "so, are you still angry with me?"

i said "yes", grabbed my bag, and walked out of the circuit without looking back.

i just think, that if you have no patience, then please, don't even attempt to teach.

and i just wanna say, if you are so god-damned good at your job, and you brag about your many years of experience, then why the hell aren't you a gold instructor, tell me?

what i really learned today:

1. my god, i have a fiery temper

2. but hey, i drive best when angered

3. i still can't stand stupid people

4. and yes, yelling in an enclosed space can be very loud indeed

i thought since i now look kinda handicapped, i thought i'd try a little socio-scientific experiment, on our much-lauded local public transport system no less.

at the beginning, when the abrasion on my left arm still hurt a hell lot such that it was terribly unbearable, i had to wrap it up using a. soft padded absorbent thingy PLUS b. larger waterproof padded absorbent thingy PLUS c. bandage.

my left arm looked like it was so ridiculously swollen.

and yet, amazingly, in this sorry-looking state, i carried on going for my practical driving lessons.

i travel to the driving centre on the local (crowded, but hey, it's world-class status!) bus.

i was stupidly thinking, i must look so terribly sorry enough for people to want to give up their seats to me on the bus.

considering

a. my left arm looked so totally swollen it looked like it was going to explode any moment.

b. my arm was all bandaged and plastered up, i looked like i was in no condition to grab hold onto anything to keep my balance if i were allowed to stand throughout the bus journey.

so i bravely decided to embark on my socio-scientific experiment which will definitely benefit mankind.

i started off with the hypothesis that people will give up their seats to you if you look sorry and hopeless enough.

i tested my hypotheses using the casual glance (which may heighten into a fierce glare any moment) approach.

the steps taken were as follows:

1. get onto a crowded bus at peak hour (approx. 1730hrs)

2. fumble while tapping ezlink card (start looking pathetic already!)

3. proceed slowly towards the seats, and glance furtively and sadly, looking like you're in desperate need of a seat or else you will fall down and look even more bandaged and pathetic than you already are.

NOTE: if no one is kind enough to give up their seats yet, then proceed cautiously to step 4 and beyond.

4. pick a position to stand (since no one want to let me sit) and stare down at the person directly beneath you. stare viciously, yet sorrowfully ( know it's hard, but hey, i can act!)

NOTE: if the person still doesn't give way, proceed sorrily to step 5

5. STARE VICIOUSLY until it's time to alight, and then alight saying "people nowadays, no sense of courtesy *tsktsk*

NOTE: when saying "people nowadays, all no sense of courtesy *tsktsk* i did try to say it in a low but yet slightly audible tone, but i kept my head low, so no one would ever be able to recognise me ever again.

the result of the socio-scientific experiment was that my hypothesis was proven wrong.

i think the result is because:

1. some variables were not kept ceteris paribus e.g. intelligence level and attractiveness of subjects i tested the above hypothesis on - some were uglier, fatter, dumber-looking and more short-sighted than others

2. bus drivers were also a factor which constrained my (brilliant, if i say so myself) acting skills - some bus drivers drove in an F1 manner such that if i were to really act like my hands were so helpless and weak, i would now be typing this in the safety andcomfort of a hospital bed.

3. no one takes much notice of other passengers even though they may be all squashed up on a crowded bus.


NOTE to self: wait till next time i injure myself even more seriously, i will try to test this hypothesis again.

saw the banquet over the weekend.

overall i liked it very much indeed.

technically, still lacking.

focus was soft for an exceeding number of shots, namely the ECUs.

some shots, focuspuller was also late for some shots when there was movement.

then at the finale banquet scene, there was GAIN, my god.

so i guess it's true us Asians are still not on par yet with Hollywood.

read a review on this movie today that raved on and on about geisha*ziyizhang.

not a fan, was never a fan, and i still aint impressed.

i walked out of the theatre, and one of my first few comments to the boyfriend was "wah, she actually quite fat, and her complexion also not that fantastic"

hahahahaha.

and i was and still is a fan of *zhou*x*un!

i think she is oh so beautiful.

felt she had quite a shitty role that doesn't do her acting much justice, but hey, she did good, and she looked stunning.

she'd upstaged a certain geisha, in my opinion.

loved the emperor too - he's familiar! he was a funny emperor in some other movie, no?

liked the plot too, very twisting and turning, and quite chockful of surprises.

the sinister plotting, and how everyone and anyone could and wanted to be king.

and what i loved most about the movie, has got to be its martial arts choreography and art direction.

merged the beauty of dance and music with the fighting sequences.

reminded me of hero and worldwithoutthieves.

absolutely beautiful.

and then i was in awe at the set and the costumes and the makeup.

just feel that, there've been so many period fighting epics, and each has managed to distinguish itself from others, namely because of art direction.

each has its own distinct special costumes, makeup and set.

this one went for a traditional chinese regal look.

the set was predominantly black and gold.

ladies had a distinct makeup, with long flowy costumes that were shapeless yet enhanced the female form.

beautiful.

so despite the little technical glitches, i loved theBanqu*t.