The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

I would have gotten through the day better if I was dazzled by Edward, however, truth be told, I wasn't I was sleep deprived and hungry though the first part of the day. The practical sessions were not horrible, just unpleasant. For PIA, we had a teacher who was moody-er than me! One minuite she was scolding a group of girls, the next she was laughing. It was strange. My group didn't get to do the practical! All the pipetting down the drain , literally. For P Mic, we didn't get anything done either! For some strange reason, someone got hold of our reagents and used it up! It was a mess! Oh and I think I did so well for the PIA quiz -NOT! To top it all off, I left my wallet in the computer lab. I only realized when I was halfway home, I was going to buy Doritos (my achiles heel)! So from the Mini mart, I had to dash to school, call the attendant-thank the gods he didn't get home before I got there, and get him to open the lab. Phew! My life is in my wallet! ID, Cards

Misunderstandings seems to be the theme of today. Small thing snowballed out of control. I guess knowledge isn't power. Personal accounts can be highly inaccurate and the words that we use still leave room for interpretation, and hence, misinterpretation. I am going to keep my big mouth shut form now on, until we hold an open forum (a "meeting" for everyone to voice their opinions without passing judgement first) and get everything out in the open. If it takes place, I am sure of one thing, the gloves will come off and the claws will come out. It seems like a messy undertaking but I truly believe that relationships can be saved and camaraderie maintained.

I am an idiot. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have said anything! I believe that if I have more information about something, I'll be able to make decisions better so I wanted to give him that information. I thought that maybe he could make wiser decisions, instead... I tried my best to explain, now, he's sad, hurt and angry . Now I'm irritated at myself. I feel guilty as hell. I think he misunderstood . I think he overreacted. I rhink he needs time to think this through. I only told him to be a good friend. I told him because I thought it was in his best interests to know. I would want to know! Apparently it wasn't in his best interests. I think he's making the wrong choice , but what can I do? I can't kidnap him and force him to do what I want. He needs to calm down. The whole group needs to have a talk to get all the issues out in the open. I need to get high, because when you're this low, there's no where else to go but up. Right?!

Just when I thought I was chillaxed , I come to school and a project slaps me in the face. Sigh. I got all tense and lost my composure. I missed two lectures too. Space Suit lab was so overrated. It was awkward and just plain strange, especially with Dr Al ~ new pet name! :D there. The whole thing just showed us how unprepared we really were. Sigh.

At 12 noon, I shall don my space suit and look absolutely silly for 30 minuites. I'm so glad we're doing P mic in groups and not as a whole class because that means that less people will see the over-inflated-balloon version of Ron (and I'm not talking about my ego). Lol. Actually I think this lab will be really cool and I don't really mind the space suit so much. I can't sleep. I've been band hunting to no avail! Sigh, no new music. What shall I do with myself? I even looked at the local pool of bands for any cool music bubbling under the radar, I know there must be some cool music hiding somewhere in cyberspace. I just can't seem to find it. Sigh. Anyways, yes, my parents finally found out about my piercing, after 10 months. My my, that's a new record for me. The reaction wasn't as bad as I thought. My Dad went "tsk-tsk kids these days" why my Mum said "take that stud off!" and I obeyed. I just failed to mention that I put a pla

One of my classmates seems to have an impenetrable hide. The lot of his group mates are pissed at him and he doesn't seem to notice. He bites off more than he can chew. Multitasking is not his forte. I just hope he becomes more careful about his decisions. I mean he's a great person and all, he's just... well, some people are just hard to work with.

Two moves in one year, my my, this year's been busy. Anyways, yes, I have just moved from somewhere in Tampines St 11 to right across school. Whoo! That would probably mean that I can wake up 45 mins before school starts~ I probably won't, but at least I have the option of sleeping in. Anyways, the actual move was on Friday which was a nightmare for me. First CCN was on, then it was off, then I had a project thingie to hand in and some group discussion thing with a teacher. I was up till late on Thursday preparing for the project submission. Friday evening was a roller coaster for me, I was initially pissed at the way the furniture in my room was arranged, Fung Shui and all but that was quickly sorted with the help of my Dad. I then started off doing some cleaning. Apparently, the previous tenants had an aversion to cleaning so, to put it simply, the place was an absoloute pig sty. Afterwards, some unpacking then the making of the bed and lastly food. Today was pretty much spen

I can make phone calls and sms! Yay! Finally. I got my service back only yesterday. I never realized how much I relied on my phone till I lost the ability to remain contactable. Anyways, I know that I haven't really been blogging lately. I haven't really had the time. Sure, I'm always in front of the computer but nothing interesting has happened. Right now, I'm just your basic overworked, under payed, stressed out twenteen year old. I'm up to my ears with school work and my social life has become my antisocial life. I've got a meeting tomorrow and I know that most likely two of my groupmates won't be able to come. Sigh. I'm most stressed about the fact that the P Mic report is due on Friday and its supposed to be 10 pages long. We're up to 8 pages and three of my groupmates' work isn't included yet! How on earth am I supposed to squeeze the damn thing to fit 8 pages when the text size, font and spacing are standardized?! WTH! Nick is getting

Sleepless Nights~ by Faber Drive (thanks to whoever gave me this song, can't remember who.) Changed my blog song to something more appropriate for what I'm feeling. Anyways, I'm packing my life up in a box. I wish things were different. I wish everything were different. I want a different life.

Today's been full of highs and lows, mostly lows. I was cut off from my phone privileges due to the fact that someone neglected to pay the bills I was able to hang out with the girls at Popeyes I was an innocent bystander during my parents' marital spat - I shall spare you from the gory details I was completely dumbfounded by P Mic, and still am. I was surprised to find out that there are no more chocolates in the house as I had managed to munch my way though the last of the Chocolate factory stash hence leaving me yearning for yet another distraction from my TV Drama life. Well, at least I have a bed to sleep in, food to eat, a school to go to and friendships to look forward to , which is more than I can say for some people. Strangely enough, none of the positive things that I've mentioned seems to give me some peace of mind. They just seem like insignificant nuances of the life I presently have. Why do I feel that way? Those things that I do have can just as easily be ri

Apparently, during my P Mic group meeting (and yes you did read that correctly, a group meeting on a Sunday- has Rowan turned over a new leaf?) , my parents decided on a flat right across school. There was talk about the suspension of my allowance and travel privileges . Obviously I was horror struck. Trick or treat indeed. Just because I was going to start living near school, doesn't mean that I want to spend every moment, not to mention break at home, ergo I need an allowance. I'm twenty years old for Christ sakes! I have needs and one of them is of course a need to have a life separate to that of my parents, and that, involves money. Sigh. I really hope my Dad was kidding. I do not want to spend my life under my parents' rule. Anyways, if that happens, I am prepared to get a job and keep it, even if an unfortunate by product of that is my failing a subject, or else, simply go back to the Philippines. I will not stand for this injustice. I am starting my hunger strike /

I was waiting for gossip girl to load and I decided to pass tha time by paying a visit to Neopets.com I know I'm more than a bit too old for this kind of stuff but well...its just part of my freaktarded tendencies and I came across this: c) 2000-2008 Neopets, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Used With Permission Lol its just so damn cute! Anyways, I guess you can probably see that I am pretty bored. Anyways, I tried on my jumpsuit/ spacesuit thing like Hamidah did and I have to say, I look like a balloon version of Rowan. LOL! It was hilarious! I know I need to get on with some of my projects but I just thought that I should have a day off. Anyways, tomorrow's another day, and another project meeting. Sigh. Monday means the start of another "project" not to mention the fact that I have to write a resume and a cover letter. HELP!