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Getting over it
11 April 2008, 10:43 pm. 18 Comments. Filed under Personal, Rants.
Oh. The irony. No more than two or three days after I wrote up a brief "Romance" paragraph about my latest boyfriend, I had to erase it and announce myself Single again (yesterday).
So uh... I've been having my ups and downs. Up: really hyper moments of cracking up so much that my stomach gets in pain (from dotting a huge mole on my best friend's face with a vivid marker). Down: hurling things across the room and throwing my new cellphone out the window... Ok no, not that far. Just incredibly sore eyes from you-know-what. Thanks to whoever has been listening to any bit of my blabbing about it. Certainly, the most typical way for a typical girl to get over a guy is to bitch about him in some way shape or form (whether or not he's been a good or bad boyfriend) and receive encouragement from peers such as "You're pretty and smart, you'll find someone better in no time!" (Leave the personal attacks to other private forms of communication, not the comments here.) But the most effective way would be for a new charming dude to walk up within three days, of course. How do you get over someone then?
Has anyone else noticed how much harder it is to find a new partner in university than in school? And being a lazy girl who's always preferred just sitting back and waiting for the next guy to trot along, I'd like to bet with you all that I'll remain single for at least another two years. If I lose well... whatever. 
I'm not (that) desperate to throw myself into the arms of any seemingly-acceptable guy but I like the feeling of having someone to invest my thoughts and feelings into. So really, I just want a target I can spy/stalk. It gives me some sense of direction.
Which just reminds me of the little rant blog post I wrote 180 days ago on Bebo. Why Bebo and not here? Well, it was during the supposed blog break I took to study last November. It would've been stupid if I posted some long blog post here two days after announcing my "break". It was directed towards my friends who were just finishing their very last days of high school and they apparently found it somewhat entertaining. So if you're any interested, here's what I found to be The Truth About Romance In Uni:
Don't you just love being single? You can play, all you want, with one guy, two guys, three girls, four girls. And no one has the right to come bite your head off afterwards.
There are certain parts of this entry which should not be taken too seriously. Go by your intuition.
Law School Beauty Pageant 2008
8 April 2008, 9:58 am. 20 Comments. Filed under Miscellaneous, School.
You guys are weak! Talk about being blinded and scarred by the last post! Well hey, for the more conservative of you, you won't like this post either. But trust me, it's nothing like watching it live three steps away from you.
Here's some eye-candy from our Law School Beauty Pageant 2008 while at camp. Let's roll out the contestants!
Well, have a closer look.
Left: our group's beautiful lady. 
Middle: winner of the pageant. Sheesh someone needs a larger bikini bottom.
Left: lap dance with a senior student. That's how you build connections, girls; Right: and our final top three.
Sizzling, sizzling hot hour. Pole dance, lap dance, air humping... This is what it means to be part of the Auckland Law School. I have trouble imagining any of them as a famous barrister or judge ten years into the future though.
Failure made the climax of my day
31 March 2008, 10:43 pm. 42 Comments. Filed under Internet, Miscellaneous, Personal.
I thought all grown males (at least through the Internet) would have become accustomed to such scenes under their own volition over their high school years? But perhaps modern males have not failed that far—yet.
A couple of years ago, searching "failure" in Google would produce something along the lines of George Bush for the first result. Today, though George Bush no longer grins back at the first instance as Google thinks "failure", the fun has not just yet ended.
Not far down the Google search results page for failure...
Me: *eyes brighten up* OoOoOoOoh
Boyfriend: Don't click it...
Me: *clicks*
...
*watches boyfriend run for his life (literally)*
*LOL*
Three hours later... That mischievous boyfriend of mine decided to pull the prank on his friends. So there I was, tapping f-a-i-l-u-r-e-dot-o-r-g into the address bar on Jason's laptop. But four guys at the table, and none of them wanted to tap the final "Enter" key. Eventually, Jason's own finger triggered the last step of the prank.
Before the page was fully loaded, one of the guys shut the lid of the laptop at the sight of... Mmm. Well, and there we were, a group of psycho-maniacs ROFL-ing at lime green and crap.
