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I WANT THIS THIS THIS.

I have GOT to have it.

The first time I laid my eyes upon it, I knew I needed to be in possession of it.

NOW NOW NOW NOW!

Is it chio, is it chio or is it chio?

Exams la okay. My recent posts have been so mind-bogglingly random, concocted without much thought. I have a whole slew of half-written drafts saved. I will get to them. Soon. I think.

3 more papers till the end. Say byebye.

The weather is crap.

I cant take this no longer.

My Firefox keeps hanging. WTF is wrong with my Mac?
I need to upgrade RAM. 512mb mana cukup?

I dont even know if my ad space constitutes a Large Rectangle unit. I want my own domain.

I want to studyyyy!!!!111!!¡¡¡!11!!1!

Do you believe in purging? It is tres good.

Did you know that self-control can lead to depletion of cognitive resources? Thus leading to poorer perseverance in completely unrelated tasks that follow. Meaning if you tell a person not to do something, he/she will put less effort into the tasks that follow and give up more easily! This has been found by Baumeister (wo0t!) in a study. He studied the effect with cookies. No. As in, it’s not that his target group was cookies, but he told participants not to eat the chocolate chip cookies in front of them, and eventually they gave up on a line-tracing task much earlier than participants who had not been asked to do so. It works as well if you ask a person not to think of a WHITE BEAR and the chances that the image of a white bear occurs in his/her head in the next half an hour or so will dramatically increase.

So in that case.

You do not want to be reading this post.

No you dont. Realllly. Hahahaha!

From my camera.

More to come.

Do my poll, I mean!

Why why why?

Cause it’s Nuffnang’s new feature! Coool shnitz!

Cause I wanna know who my readers are!

And a final good reason for you to do the poll?

Cause SNOW WHITE says so.

LOL.

MSU schedule is out. Photoshoot tomorrow.
Long beauty queen post to come.

I are trying to mug. But this is getting too much.

Watching my snail mail slide down the chute into the abyss of thousands of random letters waiting to arrive at their new destination is a million times more exciting and appealing at this point in time, compared to the mess of words I have to stare at everyday.

Dont get me wrong. I love my readings, because they shed light on some of the most mundane everyday phenomena. Like why do some people help? Are people truly altruistic, or do they help because they want to vicariously feel a sense of joy when the victim is alleviated of his/her misery?

Or, why are some people attracted to some and not others? This is highly useful information actually. Haha. Who would have thought that something we’d always believed to be “fate” or “coincidental” can actually be scientific? Very much like the inclusive fitness theory under Evolutionary Psychology.

Did you know that if you were to have an accident/heart attack/emergency situation in a public place, you could actually DIE because despite the NUMEROUS people in your presence, NO ONE would step forward to help. You’d have a much better chance of receiving help if you were to encounter an emergency situation in a place where there are few people, probably say 5. This well-known example is called the by-stander effect. And is one the classics in Social Psychology. Simply put, there’s a diffusion of responsibility see.

Then there’s benzyl benzoate. Nature-identicals. Erogenic smells. Dihydrojasmonate. Methyl something-something. Civetone. Ambergris. Rosa Damascena. Rosa Centifolia. Distillation. Solvent extraction. Enfleurage. Masceration. Composition of your everyday cosmetic products. And no, we dont just mean make-up. Your common shampoo, toothpaste, facial wash and body bath are all considered COSMETICS. Because they have the purpose of beautifying, cleansing and/or changing external appearance. Products to be consumed are regarded as drugs. Who says Cosmetics and Perfumes is just about Lorac, M.A.C, Bobbi Brown, Benefit, Maybelline etc?

ARGHHHHHHHHH. This is frustrating.

But I guess I shouldnt be complaining. Because I wont ever get to sit in a Multi-Purpose hall with fellow classmates, scribbling furiously whilst listening as the seconds tick ominously by. I wont get the feeling that the entire hall is a potential “bloodbath” where it is a competition of the “brightest of minds”. I wont get to sit and twiddle my thumbs as the examiners count the sheets off and announce following “standard protocol” that “You may now leave the hall”. No one really listens to those announcements anyway.

I am going for a walk. Pffft.

Showing you how to turn from this…

to this.

in a few posts to come.

No photoshop, no plastic surgery.

My 5kills are l3et! I pwn th3m 4ll!
My photo is so chio, I cannot stop staring at it. Can you. HAHAHA!

It’s incredible what finality can do.

It can evoke great changes in a person. It can make a person want to be something different.
It can force a person into realising certain things about their life.

But the changes can also affect larger groups.

It can make groups of people come together for a common cause, allowing me to get acquainted with classmates whom I have never spoken to before, yet have been “exposed” to for the past 4 years. It’s amazing how suddenly we come together and manage to find commonalities amongst ourselves. And I honestly think it’s a pity, that only in Honours year, we were forced to work together. Merely 2 weeks short of the final exams and days away from our final chapter here in NUS.

I think it’s strange that although I finished several okay, maybe just one or two, presentations, before the mid semester break, I didnt feel as much camaraderie with my fellow group mate(s) as compared to my Counselling and Cognition ones.

I took Counselling alone but emerged with both a fantastic grade for the presentation (read: A no less!) and knowing 4 other classmates better. People whom I’ve seen around and wanted to get to know better, but never dared to. Yes, call me chicken. But it’s hard when they seem waaayy outta your league. Estee was the pretty and very savvy lass I first encountered in Child Abnormal Psych last sem. Armed with her pristine Mac and lotsa attitude, I thought her initially completely unapproachable. But hell, I was wrong. After the KL and working with her on our Counselling presentation, this is girl is chatty, amicable and most definitely destined for great things. There’s never a dull moment with her around.

Then there’s Melvin the apparent jock and budding thespian.Pssst. Also brand new Nuffnang-er due to influence from Estee and me. Haha. Counselling presentation was hilarious because of his zany acting and spiffy impressions.

The end of this semester and most likely my last semester ever in NUS, has of course, made ME realise certain things. Just through this one year, not only have I gotten to know certain people better, I’ve just plain gotten to know everyone else. Be it through word-of-mouth, listening to rants from new acquaintances or personally mixing the names of people up (damn pai seh I tell you), it’s been an interesting and somewhat touching period the past week.

Im disappointed that I have to say goodbye to these newly made acquaintances even before I got a proper chance to say hello and how do you do.

Though my job search started long before the final destination, it’s finally hit me this very week, that within a few days, we will no longer take 96 the same way we used to for the past 3 years; we will never have to contend with the bleedy long 96 queue every peak period; we will never walk into NUS classrooms or lecture theatres or seminar rooms no longer. And we wont have a choice of skipping lectures just cause I dont feel like it. Clothes have to conform to a certain standard and we will never have the luxury of just turning up with unkempt hair, sloppily thought out outfits and flip flops.

My memories of NUS are few and far between. And there are areas of this institution I have never personally charted.

I have never experienced the life of a hostelite. The having-to-deal-with-so-many-commitments-until-your-results-suffer, the late night block suppers, and of course, the secret romps we hear all too often about (I dont know if this is true or not). On the flip side, I have never had the chance to wake up 20 minutes before class starts either.

I have had my fair share of getting lost in other faculties, especially in Engineering and Science. Spending most of the little time I am in school in Arts, venturing into the other faculties looking for lecturers and tutors opened my eyes to how much of a no0b I was. Even so, I bet there are blocks and passage ways in Arts itself that I have no clue how to navigate. Can you believe I cant give instructions as to how to get to the Psychology Department Office?! But not my fault, since they moved somewhere during the holidays AND I HAD NO IDEA! I know where it is, and I can guide myself there. But I just cant tell someone where it is. LOL. (I know now though. Haha.)

4 years.

Reflecting upon it, I have come to the realisation that my life has never been about school as witnessed by the lack of people I actually know in my own cohort. School has always been a, oh-okay-got-work-ah-just-do-loh, okay-go-class-let’s-go-home-now. But Im proud to say, that my grades are decent AND I still have a life outside of school. Haha.

I dont have many memories of school, but I will remember the lessons I’ve learnt. NO LA. Not just what I learnt in my modules okay. The lessons I’ve learnt from working with my Blastards!, from doing presentations and discovering that I can use Powerpoint in such unique ways, from having to deal with a missing group member who was so aptly named Mia and just having to drag my ass to school every day.

I distinctly remember feeling lost and despair in my first semester. But then, it got a whole lot better. And amazingly, this sem has been a fairly good one.

Some pictures to remember the last week of school by.

Thanks babe for understanding.
Miss Nisa Risa Perisacooper

Presentation mates with Sage Tong/Eddie.

Here’s to friends who made Honours year a whole lot better.

This time, there is a certain finality to it all when we bid each other goodbye and walk out the doors to our own lives.

Would you believe it if I told you, that you would be attracted to someone based on how they smelt?

No it’s not whether or not he’s had just showered. Or the eau de toilette that he/she is wearing (although I ABSOLUTELY LOVE a guy who wears RALPH LAUREN – SILVER or Bvlgari), but rather, pheromones. Simply put body chemistry.

You can almost tell a person’s health by his or her smell! Most people usually would find a match with similar immune system! And this is reflected in the person’s body odour. Haha. Sounds cheem? It’s really quite simple actually.

Think evolution.

Survival of the fittest? Love at first sight?
More like love at first smell. Haha.

Read the full article here.

Im getting better and better at presentations.

They are looking less and less like Powerpoint presentations and more like magazine pages. Haha. Spices up your usually dull presentations dont you think.

Hello hello! This is a “live” report from your two lovely roving reporters!

This is Val and Liza. All ready and glam-ed up to bring you the latest happenings from MOS!

Goodness knows that Sean Kingston (singer of “Beautiful Girls”) came to this little sunny side of the world.

We didnt know either, until Marie said she had passes which her mummy gave her. And she kindly offered us one each! Thanks babe!

The thing was at 7ish. And would last till about 10. So we were told. On a Tuesday night. At MOS.
I mean, WHO CLUBS AT 8PM IN THE EVENING ON A TUESDAY NIGHT?!

Well, guess what. We did. Haha. Sean Kingston’s first gig in Singapore!

Liza and I had dinner prior to reaching MOS. We arrived at 8ish (being glamourously late yo) and were immediately greeted by screaming fans. Sean Kingston was already on stage and belting out goodness-knows-what-song.

IS THE BLACK BLOB SEAN KINGSTON?! Unfortunately not. It was just a bouncer. False alarm.

THIS is the real dope yo. The one in the bright orange top.

The place was rather packed. But the atmosphere was downright dull. No one was hyped up as we thought they would be; there was most definitely a lack of an electric buzz. Marie and Zafirah were already in the club so we cam-whored since we were all looking fab yo.

Liza, Val.
Marie, Zaf.

The event was organised in conjunction with Sony Ericsson and we all got “banded” once we gained entry.

Bands reminiscent of it’s predecessor Lance Armstrong yellow ones.

Liza and I decide that we like clubbing because some guy offered us free MOS memberships while we were queueing to get in. HAHAHA. Awesome! However, that was the only perk of the night. That’s of course, besides seeing Marie and Zaf again.

The showcase by Mr I-love-Beautiful-Girls was, all right. Dull perhaps. Music wasnt that bad, but I guess the under 18’s dont know how to let their hair down! Or perhaps it was the lack of alcohol. HAHA! It might have helped if there were some backup dancers on stage who were pulling cool moves. But sadly, there were none. Only 2 other blobs besides Sean Kingston himself were on stage, singing to entertain the very unenthusiastic crowd.

The only time I felt that anyone got excited was when they were told to pull their mobile phones out and wave them macham at rock concert. See the motion blur?

We were high on…..

Our non-alcoholic drinks. ORANGE JUICE!

Marie and Zaf and her 2 friends slutting it up with the drinks. Coke. No really. Just normal coke.

With the purple tickets.

The event ended at a very unglamourous timing of 845pm. We were stuck for a bit. NOW WHAT WERE WE GOING TO DO. Haha. See, this bunch of mad-cap dancers were used to entering clubs at timings way past these under 18’s bedtimes.

We are old la okay.

845 was a leeeetle early for us. But obviously that wasnt going to stop us.

The DJ spun some really great tracks and we took to the dance floor for a few minutes. These beauuuuuteeefuulll girls show how to have fun even without alco!

Other random shots of the dance floor.

These people enjoy going round in circles on the moving platform. Madness.

Breaking boys on the dance floor!

Ahhh.. Our job here is done. It’s 915pm, barely an hour since we first stepped into the area. And we’ve pretty much documented all you need to know that’s happening in the Singapore night life scene. Tis time for a much-needed commercial.

This is Liza and Val signing off. We’re gonna go have some ice-cream now yo.