Teacup.

Uhm, it’s exactly a week until my first exam. I think I’m about a third way through my revision. For that particular exam, that is. I remember there a was rant that I need to vent out here, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is. Urgh. It’s frustrating.

Since I can’t remember, enjoy the Heineken advertisement. It never fails to send me laughing so hard, I cry. Watch the woman wearing the black dress (the one introducing her new walk-in wardrobe). I love her expression when she hears the guys screaming. XD That is the best part, I think. Hehe…

And this is the Bavaria spoof. Freaking awesome, man! Just for this, Bavaria deserves to get a few extra sales.

The more often I go to a night out with friends, the more I realize that something is missing in my life. Take for example today.

I just came back from a night out. And really, to be honest, I don’t feel all that ready to party. Once I left my friends on the train back, my mask just fell off and all I could think off was, “Well, that was fun. How…dissapointing…” Before anyone says anything, no, I’m not smashed off my face right now. I only had one Mojito and some Cointreau and Malibu.

Everyone was sober, I was sober. But it’s just lacking that…thing for me.

Everyone around me raves on and on about how fun it is going to town. I just don’t get it.

Our group has agreed to get together again on my last day of exams. I wonder how fun that night would be. Let’s hope it’s slightly better than tonight.

Last class of university finished just under a week ago. It feels good because it’s over. Yay! ?

It stinks because the finals are looming over me. However, I am living up to my name as Queen Procrastinator. So what have I been wasting my time on? Psypets!

I came across this site back in 2007 when I wanted to have a virtual pet but nothing like Neopets. I played Psypets for a year then I took a hiatus of it. In that time, I made a lot of money. If only I can convert it to real $$$…After a one-year hiatus, I’m back at it again. If any of you play, I’m Decimate.9 over there.

What else have I been wasting my time on…oh yeah. My final writing assignment. If I did not take this incredibly stupid writing course, I would have had zero assignments/essays this trimester. *whine whinge whine whinge* Hem hem. For this course, (I can’t even talk about this course without my blood boiling…) we have four essays to write. The first three are off my hands. The fourth one is set on the last week of the damn course and we have two weeks to complete it. Do you know what it’s on about? My freaking reflection on the writing course. Argh! Hear my screams of frustration!

You might think it’s easy. It’s not. They make it sound easy to trick people like me. At first I thought it was a personal opinion on what I thought about the course. Then the tutor tells me it’s actually what was taught in the course to attract more students doing it.

“… … … WTF?!?” *head/desk x4820375*

It’s only 700-900 words and I have completed it with 800+ words of bullshit. There, I finished it. Now they can’t say I didn’t do it.

Since the exercycle is finally fixed in my house, I’m off to cycle. Ta-ta.

I’ll quickly type this up and hit the hay? Sack? Err…

Anyway, I present to you, Enrique Iglesias – Cosas Del Amor!

This song is serious business. It makes me want to tear up and declare my love to my non-existent lover at the same time. That is a pretty big feat!

I’m not a big fan of him, himself, but some of his songs are really really delicious! Did I just say delicious? Moving on, if you ask me what song I would choose as my first dance, I would, with no hesitation, pick this song. It’s damn perfect.

I don’t know how to describe how I feel when I listen to this song. It’s just so sweet. Take a look at the English translation of the song. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. I like how it’s about things of life, love, flesh, skin, body and voice. To me, it get’s a rating of  “Good sappy song”. It does help that he sings it in a foreign language, which sound even more almighty sexy.

*melts in to a puddle of goo*

Repeat for me, thanks. ?

Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart.