just in class rite now thought i'll just drop by to

say HI everyone

butterfly. says:

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! M y K o o L ! says:

I hEaRt U 2

 

Have you ever wondered why - when you are feeling overwhelmed by so many assessments - you tend to procrastinate even more so than you do on a regular basis? Yeah.. guilty as charged. Its a rather annoying habit. Just like my being obsessive-compulsive. In a matter of 10 minutes, I would have gone back and forth between the Facebook homepage and Farmville application about 50 times - even though there is nothing new. WHY?! I've got an essay due Monday and a literature review due Tuesday. I'm currently on 300 words for the essay and haven't even looked at the criteria for the lit review yet - and not planning to anytime soon.

I'm hoping to finish off the essay tonight - the topic is "I want to know what love is". Basically, we write about an experience (or a selection from pop culture) that represents what love means to us, how it makes us feel and if it differs from the reading for that week. Its pretty much writing up a D&M for your tutor to read. And whats worse is that a handful of essays are going to be chosen to lead our lecture in 2 weeks time.. How sucky would it be to be called upon to talk about your failed love life (or lack of) in front of some hundred uni students. I've been quite excited about writing this essay although its so hard not to have conflicting ideologies. Love is such a profound topic. You start to question who truly has the right to say what is love or not. In that sense, everyone is capable of love, being loved and having loved.

I've sort of put an intro together but I'm not quite sure if it sounds right. I'll post it up but then again, by the time someone reads it and decides to give me feedback I'd probably have handed it in already (lol). And this, my friends, is how 'love' makes me feel:

Ambivalence. "The coexistence, within an individual, of ... [conflicting] feelings toward the same person, object, or action, simultaneously drawing him or her in opposite directions", as defined by Dictionary.com (2009, para. 2), is the epitome and somewhat rationalisation of my incapability to profoundly develop eloquence in this generic paradigm of love that is cultivated particularly between oneself and their 'other-half'. One may easily suggest that knowing what you want will alleviate this state of ambiguity and indecisive sense of lust, but my experiences have settled for knowing love as a rather unjust, waiting game on which ambivalence thrives. Love is in the journey and the adventure - not in the end destination. It is through the actions that we make, the words that we speak, the sentiments that we act upon, our lingering thoughts, our wrongs and our rights, that we are able to truly fathom the logic behind its intoxicating magnetism and intentions which underlie and essentially write up our love plot.

This is for my elective if you're wondering. Nothing to do with education or teaching. What kind of teachers are they trying to foster by getting us to write essays about love (lol).

Toodles xx

*Peeks out from behind the wall*

After months of being on hiatus from the Blogdrive world, I gotta admit I'm a bit blog-shy.

But when Krissy changed the layout, I felt that maybe we should rekindle our friendship with Blogdrive. I mean, this blog used to be everyone's closest confidante back in the day. I'm sure everyone still flips through the archives every now and then, so you all know perfectly well about the little things we used to write about on a more regular basis.

So yes, this is me doing my part to revive our blog (and to mix things up a bit - We can't let CC and Krissy do all the work).

Erm

Other than that I don't really have anything else to say. Haha goes to show how boring my life has gotten. Still with the same company, same uni, same degree, same hair colour and cut, same everything.

However, someone very very dear to me has not been in the best of health lately. And, unfortunately, it always takes a tragedy like this to open your eyes and make you realise how easy it is to take things for granted. Things like being able to talk whenever you want, or move your fingers, or stand up and walk into another room - there are people out there who break into a sweat to try and do these little activities. And it's a sad thing, for them and for the people around them. So I guess there has been an inkling of change in my life; perhaps I might've grown up a little.

Anyway, I know he ain't gonna read it, but Happy Birthday to my Daddy for tomorrow. 

Hope you guys are all well!

Ahah I hope I didn't sound too emo upon my return. Gonna go resume my slow and painful death by accounting now.

Cheerio

Li

TWO DAYS TO DO TWO ASSESSMENTS. FML.

So in the midst of my stressing, I get a plea from Krissy to save our blog readers from her boring blogs hehehe I told her I'll blog after this week (cos I'm a busy busy bee) and she 'enthusiastically' said she'll have to blog about uni toilets - in which you have not yet done! So I decided to do a quick blog cos I'm sick of assessments and waking up at 6 everyday and working and uni and.. I'm pretty much sick of everything. If I didn't go looking for a 3rd job (if private tutoring is not considered as a 'job' then that changes it to a 2nd job) then I'd be cruising by at uni and bludging at home - seeing as 2 days of uni would leave heaps of spare time. But I guess if people can manage with part-time jobs and uni then I can too. POSITVE THINKING!

In reference to the subheading, go visit FML if you're procrastinating and looking for an interesting read. My lecturer and tutor for my elective suggested it and if you think your life is bad, it's not as bad as the people who post on that site - maybe. Some are quite hilarious though. Here's a preview:

Today, my boyfriend told me he couldn't hang out with me because he felt really sick. I went to his house anyway to surprise him with homemade soup. I walk in to his room only to find him hooking up with my sister. She can't drive, our mom drove her there. FML

Today, my mom : "You and your dad like all the same foods right? Try this for me", she then proceeds to give me a strawberry flavored jelly. I say that it tastes good and ask what she gave me. "It's my new nipple cream, I want to surprise your dad tonight." FML

lol OK. Back to assessmentings before work :(

I feel like a bbq. Anyone wanna host?? :D

xx