Oh God, You Pooped!

I think there isn't a cuter song than this out there. Too bad even after half an hour of hunting on the Internet I still couldn't find the singer's name or the song title! I heard it was 'Moccha' but I couldn't find a trace of it anywhere! Go on, read it. I'm calling it the 'Oh God, You Pooped!' song for now.

I tried to find that old blue leash

Here you are but please don’t bark

Running and playing in the park

Trying to find your favourite spot

Go fetch that stick my furry friend

Oh catch that Frisbee in the wind

I bounce the ball you start to roll

But then you suddenly stop

Oh God you pooped what can I do

I hope no one sees that thing you do

Oh please don’t pee you embarrass me

I hope no one sees that thing you do

My dear buddy its time for bath

Don’t you dare to run away

The suds are rubbed come on get up

I’ve got a date please hurry up

Here he comes the guy next door

And he’s the one that I adore

And he smiles I start to blush

But then you suddenly stop

Oh God you pooped what can I do

I hope no one sees that thing you do

Oh please don’t pee you embarrass me

I hope on one sees that thing you do

Listen to this song now!

If there is anyone out there who knows who the singer and title of this song is, please tell me.

The Rain has Fallen

It's night right now. As usual, I'm sitting in front of my trusty laptop (except that one time), intending to finish my work ASAP and go right back to my game. Somehow, I always get sidetracked and end up doing a hundred and one things that I did not and need not do before I even get off the Internet (of which, the laptop is usually downloading things into the wee hours of the morning by itself while I sleep). The nights are getting colder.

Oh wait, that's because my comforter is slightly squashed and that makes it thinner and my air-conditioning unit is seriously one reincarnated spirit of the North Pole.

Anyhow! I'm feeling more happier these days. =) I don't feel the need to snap anymore (unless those irritating bits pop up and I can't help but snap). I am certainly not stressing over higher authorities (I just realised, after the meeting two days ago that said higher authorities are actually petty, pretty manueverable people. I already sort of tricked them in front of their faces). The best part is my study leave is already here! I am so relieved to be able to sleep in again and not be forced to wake up at 6a.m everyday just to arrive at university at 7a.m and wait a few hours for my first class!

I'm going shopping for a bag tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to get a nice one. Like my big luggage bag with wheels. It's so sweet. Lavender in colour from Elle Paris. I want a cute carry luggage for short trips like the Genting one I'm going right after finals.

Alright, I really am lazy to say much right now so I'll just go off and wander around and hopefully my dad will take the hint and take me for coffee. Toodles! And remember! I'm having study leave next week, so call me! =)

I love Musicals.

What is the big fuss over this secretary business of not knowing how to write minutes? And all the brouhaha over the online intranet. Guess what people, the command link isn't there. So, erm, what the hell did the bunch of us sit for over an hour in PD block's foyer on Wednesday for? Nothing really.

This whole business is bullshit. Before anybody starts sneering at the statement made that day that all secretaries are to attend a special 'course' to write minutes or whatever, I demand they check my work. I demand it because it is only fair to NOT waste my time anymore. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind.

What does it mean that the society is not allowed to use its own money in the bank for its activities? I'm fuming over the fact that the university seems determined at every turn to NOT allow students to do anything but study and pretend they're doing extra-curricular activities.

We should be thinking big. We should be dreaming of flying and testing out wings. Why won't the education system here allow this? I am so sick and tired of meeting red tape and no one who believes in us.

First step, Attitude. Believe and help, however little. Also, MYOB. Don't be bitches and think only of power and control. (and people call me the control freak. I like Sims 1 and 2 because of its architectural an decorating aspects. same goes for the zoo tycoons)

Second step, Trust. Just bloody trust us these days. If you don't, might as well just drop the facade and close the whole operation down. You won't feel nice, I won't feel nice either. It is time trust started somewhere really. And for us, we don't have any choice.

And because I am in such a disturbed state of mind. I can't think straight enough to write coherently. So I'm signing off angrily and pissily and most stressfully. I cannot wait for this afternoon's meeting. Hallelujah for musicals.

A Sneak Peak into My Family Conversations: The Hair

It used to be a common occurence, where my mother starts griping about finding strands of hair on her spotless, grimeless, shiny floor. Usually, or rather 99% of the time, said offending hair would be at least a foot long, fallen so gracefully from...well, grace. It isn't often you find hair the length like mine was.

Today, my mother found hair on the floor again, just next to the display cabinets. Gripe, gripe, complain.

"Who's hair is this on the floor?!"

Everyone keeps silent, continuing with our own tasks, pretending we didn't hear. But me? I've been scolded too often for shedding like a cat! It was never my intention for my hair to drop all over the place. It just does. So, I just have to defend myself.

"It's yours." The female variety has developed the bad habit of patting their hair, etc so it it only natural their hair should fall off easier.

"It's curly."

"Yours is the only permed head in this house."

"...and short!"

How can anyone resist such an opening line? "Oh, Daddy must've been scratching."

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My router's still dead. I'm now sneakily going online with my brother's computer. Let's hope I manage to remember how to remove evidence.

Ah, no big news. Really. I find everything a horrendous waste of time. Nothing lasts forever.

But I do have this headache...