frustration

why isit so fking difficult to write a C-grade essay?

i need to write a 5-7 page essay as my POLI SCI 13 finals. 40% of final grade. all i need is to get a passing grade for this essay and ill get through this torturous Pass/NoPass class. but why have i been staring at my laptop for 1 day and 1 night and still nothing has come out?

this is ridiculous. it seems that this has become a "bad habit" of mine. to have nothing in my brain until the very last minute, where ill have to stay up all night to do an essay. i've already experienced one full year of it over CAT 1 to 3 last year.

but this wont do. i just freaking need to write something hardly readable and hand it up. why cant my brain just start working for once and start outputing some crap for me to write down???

=( sigh... today is Week 10 Monday. Last week of school. Finals next week. I'm starting to panic, which is a good thing. but still, nobody says panicking is fun.

someone pls, save me.

EIGHTEEN DAYS TILL ITALY...

beacon

sometimes, a beacon of light touches ur life.

What's a Modern Girl to Do?

Ok, correction & acknowledgement due: apparently first sighted on 鱼's blog.

NYT MAGAZINE | October 30, 2005
What's a Modern Girl to Do?
By MAUREEN DOWD
Burning your bra or padding it. Demanding "Ms." or flaunting "Mrs." Splitting the check or letting him pay. Playing it straight or playing hard to get.

When I entered college in 1969, women were bursting out of their 50's chrysalis, shedding girdles, padded bras and conventions. The Jazz Age spirit flared in the Age of Aquarius. Women were once again imitating men and acting all independent: smoking, drinking, wanting to earn money and thinking they had the right to be sexual, this time protected by the pill. I didn't fit in with the brazen new world of hard-charging feminists. I was more of a fun-loving (if chaste) type who would decades later come to life in Sarah Jessica Parker's Carrie Bradshaw. I hated the grubby, unisex jeans and no-makeup look and drugs that zoned you out, and I couldn't understand the appeal of dances that didn't involve touching your partner. In the universe of Eros, I longed for style and wit. I loved the Art Deco glamour of 30's movies. I wanted to dance the Continental like Fred and Ginger in white hotel suites; drink martinis like Myrna Loy and William Powell; live the life of a screwball heroine like Katharine Hepburn, wearing a gold lamé gown cut on the bias, cavorting with Cary Grant, strolling along Fifth Avenue with my pet leopard.

Continue reading...

blatantly - shocked speechless

Dear Frens,

Here's an article for you to know how Singapore had evolved with the dedication and commitment of hardworking leaders, like our company Chairman to the progressive nation that we are today. Please go to this link:

http://www.istana.gov.sg/sp-010801(2).html


Regards
(name removed to protect party involved)

i know you know what im thinking. yes, thats EXACTLY what im thinking. but u are putting it across much too nicely...