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I shouldn’t be blogging right now because I have yet to start my social psychology assignment which is due tomorrow morning. Oh well.

So, today I read about the divorce between Madonna and her husband, Guy Richie.(not sure with the name) I always thought that they could stick forever. Anyhoo, is sad to learn upon the tragedy. It makes me ponder, why do people separate? I mean, is it very hard for two people to stay and fall in love and get married and have kids and get fat and get middle-age crisis and get bored with each other and have lesser sex and started complaining and whining and blaming and fighting and quarrellings and GROW OLD TOGETHER on those grandma old rocking chair sipping coffee and reading to each other and dance and take a walk in the garden? the last part is the hardest. but WHY? You know when you see happy people stay together for DECADES, it tends to give you hope that you CAN be one of them and it makes me feel that life is actually very sunshine-y. I think everyone needs some sort of that hope.

I once read in Reader Digest that love is just a chemical and it lasts to maximum two years. When you fall in love, your brain release some kind of chemical which I don’t remember the name but the researchers said that’s LOVE. After two years, the chemical wears off and the remains is FEELINGS. Is sad. Really. You go all gaga for someone for the first two years and after that you don’t love that person anymore just because the chemical stops. Meaning love=chemical??? What happened to stories like "The Notebook" and "Walk the Line"?

Hmm. Maybe every couple should break up every two years and reconcile after sometimes so that maybe the love chemical will come back.Probably this will helps with the divorce rates.

Anyway, I hope that Tom Hanks won’t divorce with his wife. He is probably the best husband material in Hollywood. K time to start on my psycho assignment. I have the documentary video to edit and I shall continue to find my hopes on love from books and movies. =)

It’s been quite sometime ever since I last posted anything. Decided to post something since I can’t sleep.

So, what’s new? Nothing much. I moved to another place. Well not really a new place as in new place, I just shifted to another block staying with Steph and Ting ting 2. (joey nicknamed us, I’m Ting ting 1) ==’ My neighbour is leh bin, leonard and akil. All classmates. =)) Is actually quite a good news cause we can bond together. with food of course. =) (we sounded very barbaric huh) It is quite fun since all of us are quite giler giler to a certain extent. The bad thing is,ever since we moved next to each other, I started eating double portions almost everyday. I develop the habit of eating supper. Not that I never ate supper before, is just the portion now is DOUBLE. I can feel my bulging stomach. Is sad to look into the mirror nowadays. Sigh. Food/Fat lovers shouldn’t stay close to each other. Told you we are deprive of sex. Sex=food. Thus we seek pleasure through food results in food orgasm which makes us all happy and cheerful and sunshine and uncranky. (not sure with that word) Our nightlife is food and supper. At least when you have sex you burn calories.

Besides moving out and having a blackhole stomach, I’m loaded with assignments. Terlampau banyak. =( Been so busy that my assignments never seemed to finish. Once the old ones are clear the new ones are due. One of my assignment is to shoot a documentary and guess what we are doing? Food expedition. Of course, I don’t find it a surprise.  Everthing evolves around food lar. I calculated that if i don’t eat out and watch movie for two weeks I can totally splurge on shopping. EVERYWHERE is having sales and the saddest part is you can’t purchase anything even though is SALES. But I can’t stop eating lar.

Kel Zoe said that my mirror makes one look more horizontally. At first I don’t believe but now I do. I think I should probably hide it somewhere or smashed it into pieces. Sigh.

Btw, Incredible Hulk is niceyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. =D haha. I have always liked Hulk cause he is a real hero. (well I do like Batman as well…) He goes through the pain all by himself and couldn’t be with the woman he loves as he fears that everything close to him will suffer. (cliche I know but makes me go awwwwwwwww.) Emo-hulk. =) I loved the part where he could change from being angry and hysterical to cool and calm by just looking into her eyes as she says "everything is ok". =))) so sweeeeeeeeeettttttt. =P
Made of Honour is consider ok for a chick flick. Plot line was predictable BUT Patrick Dempsey makes the difference. =) It makes me wanna jump off in a plane with someone random (Mcdreamy preferably) on the street and ride off to Scotland (the wedding is there) and get married. I was actually picturing my dream wedding during the movie. with mcdreamy of course. =D he is oh-so-cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. =)))

Oh and everyone in my class seem to be obsessed with the Burger Shop game. Haha. Actually I was as well. =) I feel good cause I can flip burgers and fry fries and serve flavoured ice blended in a short period. I should probably set up a burger shop and stop studying. =p

K time to go to bed. Nighty night. =) Tomorrow is gonna be another looooooooong day.

I’m bored.

I should have went out with seahorse and ice age and yuan yuan.

But I was too lazy to shower and get change and not in the mood watching the bimbo Pamela Anderson’s fake cleavage and the movie resemblance to Scarey Movie series. Yes they are watching Superhero which I feel will lower my intellectual level. No offense though.

I thought I will do something meaningful such as finishing my 10 assignments which are all due this month. Yes 10 assignments. (I didn’t even realize that much) Yen listed it down in her blog and for that very second it motivates me. Yet I still succumb to the dark side; procrastination.

Let me tell you what a day have been wasted.

12.02pm: Yuan yuan called. I was still in my bed and I’m lazy to pick it up so I silence it.

12.05pm: Yuan Yuan messaged asking if I want to join her and Jamal for lunch in college.

12.08pm: My conscience win so I replied saying I’m lazy to shower and change.

12:12pm: She messaged me again. Trying to persuade me. I feel bad to reject again. So I continue to sleep and didn’t reply.

12.15pm: I decided to wake up but my body refrain me from crawling out from my  bed. So I decided to laze under my comforter.

13.29pm: Leonard called asking for address and I’m still lying with my comforter wrapping around me. I woke up. On my laptop and go online on my bed without brushing my teeth.

13.51pm: Leh bin messaged me asking want to join them for Superhero. I was considering while thinking that I don’t need Pamela’s cleavage to incite me.

14.06pm: Yuan Yuan called asking the LAST time if I want to go for movie and I said I’m just too lazy to shower and change.

14.27pm: Yuan Yuan called again. I think she asked which form should she print. Cause I gave her my pendrive and ask her to help me print out some stupid forms.

15.00pm: Yuan came pass me the forms and shock that I’m still showerless and un-brush. I didn’t tell her bout the latter though.

15.30pm: Roomie and her friends came back. I’m still on my bed. Remain un-brush.

15.35pm: Read Steph’s blog and got scared reading the list of my should-get-done assignments thus crawl out from my bed and brush my teeth.

15.40pm: Got hungry. Eat cereals and watch Desperate Housewives and laugh and thinking why I don’t have a cleavage like ALL of them.

16:25: Watch Grey’s Anatomy and have the urge of waxing Mcdreamy’s chest and hoping I’m Meredith Grey.

17:10pm: Chatting on MSN and watch Catherine Tate’s videos on Youtube. Can’t stop laughing. Thinking maybe I should shower but give it a go after realizing the sky is dark and start thundering like mad.

17.45pm: Sleepy. Take a nap.

18:15pm: I’m in an irritable mode cause of my roomie and housemates friends and I felt my personal space is invaded.

18.45pm: Open my eyes. My house is noisy and bright. Get annoyed. Pretend to sleep.

19.00pm: Starving. Decided to make sandwich.

19.05pm: Thinking that my house is a brothel while frying my omelette.

19.15pm: Message Yuan asking when are they coming back cause I’m going insane.

19.20pm: Eat my 4 slices of sandwiches and still thinking that my house is a brothel cause all my housemates bring friends back and they are noisy and my lazy Wednesday is ruined and I’m annoyed cause I didn’t do any of my supposed-to-do assignments and I regret why I didn’t follow them to watch the brainless bimbotic show.

19.24pm: Feel guilty thinking my house is a brothel cause all of them are nice people. Just that my sanctuary is invaded and today is my cranky day.

19.25pm: Can’t wait to move in to my new place.

19.30pm: Yuan won’t be coming back soon cause is freaking jammed and crowded.

19.40pm: Watch Ugly Betty and laugh and thinking that Betty is really nice and cute and want her to get together with her boss,Daniel.

20:30pm: Wash my dishes and smiled when all of the people in my house said they are leaving.

20:55PM: Went to pee and realize I’m fat. Hate my bulging tummy. Get annoyed.

21:00pm: Wondering why they are still here.

21:05pm: Think I’m on the verge of breaking down so I go to my refrigerator and take out my whole box of Chocolate Toffee Bliss ice cream and take the largest spoon I can find and open my religions book trying to understand what the hell all those stuff mean cause I need it for my 10pages moral essay.

21:15pm: Still completely clueless after ten minutes of staring at the same page.

21:30pm: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay I heard the door opened and I have the whole house and whole room to myself!!!!

21.31pm: On my music superb loud. =D Put my ice cream back. Close my books.

22.00pm: Feel lonely but nice. Continue browsing on facebook and friendster.

22.30pm: Here blogging. =) thinking how I have wasted such a great day and bored and reach out for my Whole Grain Wheet-Bix.

22.35pm: Read the calories and feel good cause is just 0.4g fat for 2 pieces. I feel skinny for a second.

23:00pm: Done blogging. Thinking I’m gonna have a nice hot shower with my imaginary boyfriend. Stop the thought when I think of my chubbiness.

23.05pm: Think I should really stop typing and shower and try to start my assignments.