mussolini : the tragic-comic leader

i got sick of ploughing through my readings for military history so i decided to distract myself with mussolini and i'm all excited to do my dictators document analysis. but i shall have to restrain myself, because the priority now is Was Singapore well-defended by December 1941? Why or why not?

why indeed. why is it so difficult to come up with a thousand words to write on that???

and i shall delay getting my hair cut till next week. it's really curly and i've got to give it special notice now that it's much thicker and longer and harder to tame which is tiresome. and i can't wear a hat with every outfit.

dost thou like my killer rabbit?? :D run away! run away!

cos you're my fella my guy

it is my first real rest day for me, but here i am wading painfully through my readings. picture me as a giant caramel stick wading pathetically flopping through a mixture of glue, glow-worm spit and mucus. military history is the dryness. and asian american history has been every bit the boring hell i pictured it to be. nevertheless, in keeping with my deadjournal tradition, here are my tasks for the week ahead.

1. go and find teck's present
2. do military history essay i.e. read readings first
3. do dictators document analysis i.e. read readings first
4. study for upheaval in europe MCQ quiz i.e. read lectures first
5. study for asian american essay test i.e. read readings first
6. write uss response paper on tourism
7. get some sleep
8. write at least one article

YAWN.

still tied to the cocoon

i came home from a terrifically meaty dinner at arab street to find stu with dried blood around his right eye.
finally received my pay cheque for august. And recess week is finally here. but i fear it will swish past me so i am unable to enjoy this feeling -.- 2 essays due and 2 mid terms, in the space of a week. and on my birthday too! =( i don't WANNA

sweet reunion jamaica and spain

my friends, i'm am royally stiffed. i can't explain it, but i am positive my fall is coming. i of course like any hot-blooded mortal being will try to fight it, kicking and screaming, but the pull of inertia is too much. it's funny how much my blogging style has changed since switching to blogspot.

that aside, i met chee soon juan and gandhi today o_0 mixed feelings about that. and i attended an utterly useless nussu agm and ate delish chocolate eclairs. that aside, i am still sleeping too late for my own good, as is evidenced by tonight, again. cb i got to teach tuition the whole effing day tomorrow.

upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
he's in a place where i can't get joy

resistance is futile

on the throne. notice the chewed side.

no, really.

i am not one for the formatting or designing. "template" is my middle name -.- but nevertheless, i like things belonging to me to look pretty, so i shall persist. lead on, macduff. oh god, i'm doing it again.
anyway, i'm still banging away at my film project. and my mum just demanded that i drink my green nalgene bottle dry because my lips are "atrocious". Point taken.

expect more posts as i wander away to things that do not involve the words "joy" or "luck" or "club" or "stereotypes".

the last hope for the universe

and so i pop up, like a bad dream. it feels great to be here. couldn't think of a blog name, hence the inane choclits and the line from the arctic monkeys' cover currently bouncing off the walls of my brain. but coffeeandrolls it is, and happy i am.