Friday, 30 November 2007

Insane shopping antics

Sooo I went a bit nuts at target.

I got this dress in violet and tan

I also got this one and the belt :

And then I got this one :
I couldn't resist. When the yeojin bae for target collection first came out 2 months ago, I eyed these three dresses, but decided that at $130 a pop I just couldn't afford it. But then I dropped into target on sunday and lo behold; they'd all been reduced to 49$. It was fate. Meant to Be.

now theyre all sitting in my closet and I feel happy. and poorer.

and yay, I got an H1. Now for the agonising wait for scholarships.

Tuesday, 13 November 2007

How good is your vocab? if you're good enough, you could feed the world

Just saw this link on a forum I frequent (click on the banner)

Where every word you guess right donates 10 grains of rice through the UN to end world hunger.

10grains of rice isn't a lot, but when you think of thousands of people feverishly clicking on words, that makes a lot of rice. Sponsored by companies such as Amex, Raddisson hotels and itunes, the website says its donated 1,330,639,890 grains of rice so far. Seems fairly legit, and is a good way to both procrastinate and do some good at the same time. What are you waiting for?

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Seminar 2

Earlier today, I received a mysterious sms from my friend the Phd student:

"Come to the lab! Your results for the talk are here on your desk!"

My heart started pounding. Slowly, I got dressed, picked up my bag and keys, locked the house and made my way towards the bus stop. I sat on the bus mulling over the possibilities; What would I do if I'd failed? Could I still get an overall H1? What do they call those tasty berries that grow on trees?

Finally, I arrived at my building. I crept in through the side door, and slinked up the fire stairs. Warily, I peered around corners to make sure no one I knew was around. The coast was clear! A quick sprint to my cubicle, and there it was; a large sealed envelope.

"Open it!" Urged my friend. I stared at it; this insignificant little envelope held the key to my cosmos. I heaved a sigh, folded the envelope up and shoved it into my bag.

"There's no point" I muttered, and left the lab. My heart was heavy and my mind was spinning. There was only one thing left to do. Retail therapy.

As I wandered the golden walkways of Chadstone, I soon forgot the trials and tribulations of honours. Several hours, dollars and shopping bags later, I was elbow deep amongst the robert robert shoes at myer when B found me.

"So? What mark did you get?"

"I don't know" I replied, as reality began to sink back in. "And I don't really want to know either".

"Pfft, let me see. I won't tell you" he said, and reached for the envelope. As he ripped it apart, and stared at it wordlessly, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed the sheet from him, and stared at my mark.

An H1.