The cuzzins @el-sheikh...

Had a blast of a weekend in Arab st; Friday night shisha-ing at Almajlis whereas Sat night was spend at el-sheikh. And now? Ayuni needs to get back to her books. Deadlines are coming soon. Wait. Deadlines are actually scurrying over my shoulder. Im sooo dead. Three papers due in two weeks for which I do not have a single clue what are theygoing to be about. Im officially guilty of being such a pathetic procastinator.

Anyways, something absurd happened to me yesterday night. I decided to get back to PGP since its a Monday night and I was really hoping that I will be able to get some productive work done since I will be alone most of the time in my hostel room (less distractions). Nevertheless, my sincere desire was not able to be fulfilled because I could not get into my freaking room! The lock just died on me. I was standing there in front of my room like a fool, with my bags of books and toiletries frantically pressing the transponder. I was hoping for a miracle actually like suddenly the door of my room would just opened by itself (and of course, it did not happen). And guess what, my V3X just had to be running low batt. Such a fantastic situation to be in! So I did the next best thing-grab a cab to Jurong East Avenue 1 and called my dear sis to unlatch the door. Sheeeshhh....

But all's well now. Technician came to my room and fixed the lock. I think the Technician guy would be thinking that I am such a trouble-maker since I kept on having problems with my room. Well... just my luck right?

Allright.. got to go... need to take a nap now..  ¶ 10:52 PM 0 Comments

  Football@Clark Quay As you can see, My dear Mr Idaly has a wide smile plastered on his face. No. Not because he got to spend his Saturday night with his much beloved girlfriend. More like due to the fact that his first love-Man U won the match! haha....

The scene in one of the pub. We went from one pub to another just to get the best seats.

Watching football at a pub isnt exactly my ultimate favourite activity, especially not on a Saturday night. But being the sweetheart that I am, I sacrificed my precious Saturday just to accompany My Dear Mr Idaly to watch football at Clark Quay. It was so-called the game of the year between Man U and Liverpool. Seriously, I dont care.
Surprisingly, the match was exciting even for me, the clueless spectator who couldnt even remember Gerrad full name or that he is playing for Liverpool. Or is he? Hmmmm.... big question.  ¶ 9:52 AM 0 Comments

  A day of two films
Yesterday was an arty-farty film day. I watched two art films which are very different from one another. The first one was a local one which is mandatory to watch as we need to do a review on it for our popular culture class. We borrowed the dvd from the library and squeezed ourselves into one of the glass cells to view it from Dhilla's laptop. Gosh, only one word to describe it-utter nonsensical. 'Eating air' lives up to its name because it is just plain horrible. It is like any typical Singaporean art film. Only that it is much more worse. The Singapore that it portrays is different from the multi-racial Singapore that the government always stress on. No wonder foreigners always have this perception that Singapore is a third China. The film is humorous but it has the cliche plot about gangsterism and teenage love among Singapore youth. I do not think there are much elements of art in the film. The director tries hard but well, he should try harder next time. Haha....
Urgh... Im sorry. I just hate the film. And to think I have to write a review on it. Bleargh........

After the horrifying experience of watching a pathetic local film, Darling and I decided to watch a movie at Vivo. Since its my turn to pay for the tixs, I had the valuable opportunity to choose what movie to watch. Being the foreign movie addict, I opted for a french movie titled 'Paris, Je'Taime' (Paris, I love you). OMG! It was worth the ten bucks! It was one of the best French film Ive ever watch! The film is actually a collection of short stories spunning tales of love among different people all in the lovely city of Paris. It is like the french version of 'Love Actually'-only nicer. The tales of love are unique-love between a pretty lady and her blind boyfriend, love between an old couple whose husband decided not to divorce his wife after finding out that his wife was terminally ill, love between a couple who finally met up when the guy was stabbed and the girl treated him and even love between a gay couple.

My favourite story is about an inter-racial love between a french guy and a muslim girl. It is a really sweet story since the french guy actually followed her to the mosque and waited outside the mosque for hours just to see her again. And it does help that the french guy is really cute with curly blonde hair. What attracts me the most about this story is that the guy does not mind that the girl is a muslim who wears the hijab. His friends even mocked him by saying that Osama would be furious at him if he dated the muslim girl. Certainy, the French Muslims are being starkly discriminated in the society. Nonetheless, the French guy still continues to court the Muslim girl.

In all, I really love this French film. Each story has a clever twist to the ending which makes it more appealing and creative. Besides that, there are many footages of the city of light. Very beautiful. So moral of story? 'Love transcends all boundaries.' How cheesy... but how true!  ¶ 7:49 AM 0 Comments

  A pathetic plea Its 7am now. I cant sleep back. Seriously, I am having great difficulties in adjusting to the timing here. I spend the whole day and evening yesterday sleeping and I was wide awake at night. Feeling like a nocturnal creature nowadays. So what did I do? I resort to forcing my eyes shut at 2am and gosh, it took me a good while before I fell asleep. Urgh.. this is getting really ridiculous. It seems as if Ive been away for a couple of months not just two weeks. Yesterday I was feeling hungry but instead of going out to get some food, like what a normal person might do, I resort to staying in my hostel room and eating strawberry collon biscuits. Going out seems to take a lot of energy and has become quite a hassle for me. Gosh! What am I turning into? An anti-social nocturnal creature who takes every minor task to be like a huge chore? I must snap out of this pathetic situation. The only thing that I have been doing a lot nowadays is sitting in front of my laptop and doing goodness-knows-what. Well, to look on the brighter side, at least I am exercising my fingers. Great. How lame can I be?
Work keeps on piling and I keep on resisting. Its going to be the nightmare period soon. And I still do not have the sense of willingness to buck up and do work. So here is my plea. Does anyone have any anecdote to cure my weird illness?  ¶ 7:08 AM 0 Comments