Confessions of a 20-year-old exjournalist who talks too much, laughs too loudly and is eccentric too much for her own good.She is currently reading Law at the University of Warwick, but still spends all her time spilling too many secrets on her blog.
Whether they are true, exaggerated or fictitious, its up to you to decide. It could ALL be a pack of lies. Or not. The real girl (and secrets) shall remain elusive. Whatever it is, don't forget to bring along your pinch of salt.
As you can see, the writer is highly fickle, volatile and undecisive. Which makes a lot of sense, since the original purpose of this journal (to spread the writer's ingenious musings to the world at large) has been squashed and replaced by a day-by-day account of a struggling student trying to become the next Legally Blonde 3.
Whoever said self-centeredness wasn't a sexy trait?
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Went for Aristal 2008 with Kat, Shubha and Sum just now. The first experience on the other side of the curtain didn't bode well.
There was no adrenaline rush, no sense of excitment and it was a rather detached affair. Made me realised, too, that when you're on stage everything appears so magnified. Every step, every mistake, you think the audience is watching. You're wrong. The audience sees the performance as a whole. And more often than not, they're not really paying attention.
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I miss performing.
I miss the freezing temperatures at the backstage, the feel of the stage floor; cool and with a slight cushiony feel, the sound of the music pounding, the smell of hairspray, the applause, the flowers, the excitment, smiling into the darkness...
I miss dancing.
More than I thought I would.
Labels: musings
Was suddenly reminded of a while back, when celine asked me to post up a (birthday) wishlist soon. I was about to, before I realised that everything I wanted were intangibles. I wanted the scholarship, I wanted law, I wanted my overseas universities to accept me and most of all, I wanted to be happy.
Check, check, check.
For that, I'm thankful. But what about the last?
Decisions are driving me crazy. I feel aimless. Everyone seems to know where they're going to go, but for me, I don't even know which continent I'll be in in a few months' time. But I guess I'm not the only one. Just read Wanderer's blog and I have a feeling we're in somewhat of a same predicament.
If I take SMyoU, I'll be within my comfort zone. Debt-free, life would be carefree and simple. No additional worries apart from studying as hard as I can and doing well. But the question is, how good is SMyoU really? The programme is just a year old. There are no guarantees.
If I take Warwick, I have a really bad feeling that I'll be poor, miserable, cold, alone and well, missing home. Plus there'll be debts to pay when I get back. I foresee no car for many years to come, and by the time my debt is cleared, I'll be a whooping 28 (estimated) and I may be married/going to get married (or ok, die a spinster). This means no partying single time with loads of money to blow. HAHA. But still, it is the safer, more frequently travelled route. The unversity's standing is already there, minimal risks.
Decisions decisions.
Even more disturbing is how you're supposedly a self-proclaimed shopping-hater, and your biggest wish is for pretty clothes, shoes and bags to magically appear in your wardrobe without having to do the physical shopping.
Now that, seemed to have changed. Bummer to the credit card bills.
Anyhow, it was a busy day.
Walked through citylink and marina (yes, again) to lunch with a couple of people who gave me more insights into the blackandwhite world of lorrr. Headed down to the SMyoU admin building to ask some questions and and and, realised that they have a swimming pool there! Wowzaaa.
Headed to Bugis to meet Kelvin who was an entire 30minute late! Goodness, if not for the fact that you only touched down super late last night (and that i'm very forgiving), you would have been blasted upside down for that, trust me.
But I spent the free half an hour shopping, and found this very very cute pair of shoes (actually it looks the same as my polka dotted ones but its wedges) at a 70% sale! It was even the right size and everything, and after discount it costed a mere $15. But this silly duck here decided to go to the fitting room to try on some dresses first before getting the shoes. Guess what? Murphy's Law struck. Someone else got the shoes in the 5minutes i was inside.
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But apart from that stroke of Murphy-ness, meet-up was pretty good. We chatted on and on and on like long lost buddies HAHA. Headed down to the Shaw Tower starbucks for toffeenut because the bugis one was crowded like mad. We got sofa seats in the end! Hah.Dinner at some korean restaurant. I am reminded of kimchi and OBK! :D
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My camwhoring skills are degenerating. But even so, it's not as bad as his :D
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HAHA. Thanks kel for the bangle thing! :D:D
Oh anyway, I went home and was flipping a MANGO magazine and look what I saw:
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The matching dress to my accessories. Goodbye for good Murphy.
Well the blogpost title has two references. One is, as you will see later on, a tangible reference to my GSS(not) purchases.
While the other refers to the state of this blog post. Specifically, the here-and-there state, which happens when you blog about several events/days into one single post. Rather much like scattered polka dots all over the place, don't you think?
Anyhow. Last night was spent with my dearest Glam Twin and celine, having sinful Carls' Jr at Suntec while the Chang&Eng bore celine's ears off rambling about what losers (glam ones though) we are.
No pictures (because losers don't remember to camwhore) but I enjoyed myself thoroughly, catching up and exchanging sorrows. Not that we don't already do it everynight on msn (haha chang) but doing it in person felt better. Not forgetting, we could drown our sorrows in nice refillable Carls Jr Ice Tea. Bloody brilliant.
That was an attempt to sound British, in case I decide to begborrowsteal and go to warwick.
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HAHA. Anyway, fastforward to this afternoon, where I met up with the gayequalshappy pair, Winston and Jafnie for Swensens lunch at TM :D Thank youuu jaffy for the very very cute card and book mark and "New York Princess" keychain!
The abovementioned card!
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Adventures of Jafnie the Sexbim:
"Oh please don't take my photo, I'm camera-shyyy!"
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"I like kissing the wall!"
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"OH MY GOD. You caught me in the kissing-the-wall act?"
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"Oh heckk nevermind. Look, this is my bald head!"
And to make sure the gayequalshappy partner doesn't feel left out, here you go, winston!
"GRIN, I am not camera shy"
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"Didn't you know opposites attract?"
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HAHA. Okay the only reason why I dare put up such potentially dangerous pictures (dangerous to me, because they may decide to murder me before I see the first month of my 19th birthday) is because the two guys have booked in and they will not get to see this until THE NEXT WEEKEND! Hah.
But alright I'm really just kidding with all the comments. Gayreallyjustmeanshappy :D Had a great time catching up with my two fellow easties, even if the lunch was centered on THEM singing army songs and me trying to whip their caps off. Heeee.
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I headed down to rafflescity/citylink/marinasquare for some supposed GSS shopping afterwards. Supposed, because I ended buying up all the stuff that were not on sale.
Damage to wardrobe/room space: 1 white Mango skirt, 1 Mango shorts, 1 necklace chain, 1 polka dotted peep-toe heels, 1 polka dotted hairband and 1 polka dotted earrings.
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Look matching accessories. Now, off to get a matching polka dotted dress :D
Labels: outing
Turning 19 was pretty good. I orginally made a list of birthday-wishers to thank, but the list got too long and confusing after a while (all the belated wishes still trickling in, tsk) so...
A BIG THANK YOU to everyone who smsed, called, msned or fb-ed me happy birthday wishes! Especially to those who made an effort to wish me at 12midnight or just before/after, much appreciated! You know who you are, so THANK YOU GUYS! :D
Anyhow. 19 started off with the opening of the two presents I wasn't supposed to open until the day of the birthday itself. (I didn't cheat one bit!) Haha, one was an explosion (no kidding) of different flavoured different sized Kettle Chips onto my bed. Which brings the term "birthday surprise" to an entirely new level. Heh. But they were all flavours that cannot be found in sunny singapore, so thankyouthankyou very much :D
I finally got to open the one-month-ago birthday present as well :D Heh, thank you for the paper cranes.
The acutal day itself was spent with Michelle. Haha, and when you put two girls together, what else do you expect apart from the ultimate camwhorage?
the nineteen-year-old!
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"whee, i'm flyinggg in space!"
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We love marriott hotel :D
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Anyway, thanks mich for the hot pink SB and the very very very sweet "birthday card". Which was a mock-up of a newspaper called "The Sam Times". Haha, ingenious idea and it must have taken a lot of effort so thank you dajie! Love!
Night was spent with ALL SIX of the CHINABLACKS at Alleybar. Haha thanks guys for all turning up! :D Anyway, check out the very interesting menu:
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The shoe-less people! Okay, what happened was, we ran across the road at somerset in the pouring rain. screaming. and. without shoes for sumsum and shubha. We are the epitiome of glamness... not..jpg)
Alleybar
CHINABLACKS
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Thank you zhang for the necklace, shubha for the *ahem* pink happy house thing(!), and phoebe for the pink ballerina stand! :D:D
And 19 wasn't complete with a few more surprises. Like, a "dedication" from a random construction company:
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And a present from UCAS track :D
It's been a good 19th birthday. Thank you.
Labels: outing, photos, thank-yous
Walked into office to Birthday Eve Surprise Number 1. Ben told me there was a huge-ass package on my table and that there was probably a dead body in it (insert Ben's evil laughter). Curious, I walked over to my table and wondered why press releases came in bigger and bigger boxes (remember the ntu press release?).
It wasn't a press release ((:
Thank you for the birthday present (part two, i suppose) from farrraway land. I haven't opened it yet and I must agree i have NO IDEA WHAT'S IN IT. Okay nevermind, birthday in approximately 25 minutes. But thank you first (((:
Then came Birthday Eve Surprise Number 2, courtesy of Meiyue, Alvin, CW and Gabriel. It was really nice cos MY made me close my eyes before popping up with the present. Check it out! It says: WE <3>
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Dawn ((:
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Peiqi and I on the floor cos we couldnt stop laughing! Floor mat cleaners I tell you!
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My camwhore skills are still pretty good!
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Now be prepared for REAL camwhorage.
We are proud of STRAITS TIMES.
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Like, REALLY proud we had to take a second shot.
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"I don't know!"
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"Ok I go down, you go up!"
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"Eh, you took when I was talking! One more time!"
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HAHA. Then it was THEIR turn.
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"Hmm, I wonder why I'm trying to look intellectual"
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OUR TURN!
3,2,1... Smile prettily!
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"Eh, now what pose!"
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"Ok ok, anyhow quick!"
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The end.
Now, back to normal shots. BEN!
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Young, old, young.
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SMILE NICELY
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Okay. After the camwhorage came Birthday Eve Surprise Number 3, which was really really sweet and touching so THANK YOU SO MUCHH GUYS :D
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Wishing upon the candles((:
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Considering I don't often get birthday cakes (not a family tradition I'm afraid), I was really really thankful for the cake. Heh, plus I got to make a birthday wish so that rocked big time. Kudos to those who went under the hot sun to get the cake as well. Loveee!
Anyway, I thought this was a hilarious shot. Our Sunday Times table came about 2(?) months ago as a place to HAVE MEETINGS AND DISCUSSIONS. Now, look what the table has evolved into?.jpg)
SUNTEAM PIGS.
Ok I just received Birthday Eve Surprise Number 4, a mere four minutes before my birthday. An official email from Warwick Law accepting me.
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Yep, I rejected the SPH Scholarship. Sure, I gave up a dream. But that just means I'll work harder to make my sacrifice worth it.
Nineteen, one minute :D
Labels: photos, thank-yous, work
I'm hungry. Crying does take up a whole lot of energy.
Dad asked me what was my sph-law decison just now (since tomorrow is D-DAY after all). I replied that I was leaning towards law, so unless something drastic changes within the next 24hours, I'm turning down the scholarship.
Be careful what you wish for, because Warwick Law ended up throwing me a curveball at 11pm.
But I swear, I'm walking into this with zero expectations and my eyes wide open. I may be a dreamer, but I'm a grounded one. Queen of Paradoxes, as usual.
I'll let nature take its course.
On a happier note, I got my first second birthday present on monday ((:
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So I originally wanted the white one, which was REALLY pretty. But alas, practicality caught up with me and I chose the brown one instead. Not as pretty, but more durable. Guess I'm not much of a risk-taker after all.
Oh yes, i passed FTT today. GLEE.
Labels: musings
Don't ask me why I like returning to the airport so much. Maybe it's the smell. Or that vast empty space that screams liberation. Or simply the thoughts that are linked to the place. It's a happy place. Place where people go when they're embarking on trips and holidays; place where people go to meet their loved ones.
It's hard to explain.
Then there's that powerful feeling when you stand in front of the large screen that shows the various flight destinations. Like you can choose to go anywhere you want.
Like the world's at your fingertips.
Labels: musings
Like, playing Scrabulous with your colleague. Not only do you get to alleviate boredom, increase brain activity and intelligence, you (or rather I) get an immense sense of satisfaction when it comes to kicking a guy's ass. Check out the ultimate ownage :D :D
Then, there's darts. Meiyue taught me the very exciting game of darts today! After knowing the rules, it really is very very interesting ((: Even better, meiyue says i'm actually quite good for a first-timer. Talent-spotted! Ayeee, I wish we can play on weekdays too.
Ended work pretty early at sixplusohclock. Headed down to bugis for dinner at Crystal Jade (there's this new pancake thing that tastes like prata) and a wee bit of shopping. For some inexplicable reason, mum started dragging me to see diamonds, diamonds and MORE DIAMONDS. Necklaces that is. And they're really really pretty (i know why they're girls' best friend now) but seriously, I don't see a point to blowing all that money for a shiny object.
But I do see a point in my attempt to rebuild my wardrobe (need to start the process of switching my wardrobe from work to normal clothes). Bought two tops today- one white and one black. HAH. The maybe-future-lawyer attire :D :D
** Here, I'll like to shamefacedly admit that future dress code at workplace has some weightage in my sph-law decision. I cannot imagine life without bright colours. But MY insists, I can always make up (pun intended) for it by putting on bright pink lipgloss. HAHA. **
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Anyhow. I had great fun ripping open the NUS and SMU letters yesterday. The paper made a very satisfying sound. I'm happy. So all the cards are laid out on the table now: Smu Law, Nus Fass, Ntu Mass Comm, SPH Scholarship. It's decision time. Soon.
Oh and is it me, or do people out there have a new tactic of asking a girl for her number? Was crossing the road (flashing green man) when this car inched forward (OVER THE STOP LINE) towards me and the driver rolled down his window to ask.
It was rather amusing, cos the entire time, I was amazingly distracted by one thing.
WHY ARE YOU GOING OVER THE STOP LINE MISTER. IT IS WRONG! Gosh, didn't you study FTT?
Yes FTT. Which I'd better study. It's on tuesday, wish me luck :D
But first, update on the law-versus-sph dilemma. Have asked for an extension to see what NUS offers first before making such a major life decision. Got myself till Wednesday, so more advice is once again sincerely welcomed. I need all the help I can get, thank youuu.
We had Chinablacks Part 8 yesterday, but only Kat Phoebe and I turned up. I realised I've never missed a single Chinablack wednesday. Freakish nuts. And I'm the most employed one! Anyway we (or rather I) broke Chinablack tradition by forgetting to snap photos. Yes I apologise for the sudden drought of photos on my blog but there's really too much on my mind to think of camwhoring. Sorry, but you can always go to CW's blog and see his amazing photo barrage of HIMSELF in various act cute positions.
Pity me, I have a naseauting colleague. (heh acw don't kill me for this)
Anyway we had nice asian food without the blacks. Kat was saying let's have either jap, korean or chinese since it's our only chance! So we had quite tasty korean food at this restaurant called Seoul Yummy. Mmmm. Good food, plus interesting conversation cos everyone had quite a bit to update :D NICE.
Oh I had interesting breakfast yesterday too with this photog intern called Mark (heyo if you're reading this I keep forgetting to bring the notebook with your email and blogs home so i haven't visited!). Interesting because I got more help with the decision-making process. Yay.
In fact everyone's helping. Like meeting mavis in the toilet and flipping a coin to decide. Only problem, we're coin noobs who didn't know which was heads or tails. That totally ruined the whole process.
And dad had an even better way of helping me out of this dilemma. Check out his sms reply to my law acceptance:
"Congrats SMU LAW! Maybe you can try to convince, persuade, or confuse ooooorrrr even con s/p/h for a law scholarship."
Whacked up family I have :D:D
Today: SMU Law offer
It never rains but it pours.
So, after jumping around for the last couple of weeks worrying about the lack of news from anybody and everybody, it seems like all the major offers (that I want) are pouring in at the same time. (THANK YOUUU)
Which should be a good thing, really.
But not when it's an either- or option.
If you've known me long (or well) enough, you will know that ever since Secondary 1, I have three goals in mind.
1) Get an SPH scholarship
2) Go to Oxford
3) Read Law
(Yes well, we can ignore number two. I used to think rather highly of myself. Delusional delusional.)
In a span of two days, number 1 and 3 were met. But as Murphy would have it, this is the first year Goal Number 1 is not receptive to people who do Goal number 3.
In other words, I'm not going to be able to have my cake and eat it.
Decision to SPH must be by tomorrow (or rather today. It IS 3.12am after all) Anyone with last-minute advice and words of wisdom to dish out are sincerely welcomed to do so.
Because you see, I have a problem.
But I'll be honest, it's a happy problem to have (:
For me, it was a bad interview experience. (therefore a
It happened on a sunny afternoon within the grey walls of NJC.
I was having my -insert name of blue gemstone- scholar interview. A senior, whose name shall not be mentioned to protect his identity, was interviewing me.
So maybe I wasn't giving especially brilliant answers, what with being nervous with such a huge number of people in the same interview. But that doesn't excuse that senior's comment when he said:
"You're not deep enough for an SPH scholarship"
Oh honey, who are you to judge?
Perhaps you would have already forgotten about it. To you, it was merely an off-hand remark, one that wasn't worth remembering.
But to me, it wasn't.
You see, that statement left an imprint on me. A scar, an impression. One that wasn't easy to shake off, and each time I encounter an interview, those eight words will ring through my head to remind me that I'm not good at this. Not one bit.
But today, another eight words entered my life to erase those scars.
"Congratulations, we are offering you the SPH Scholarship"
I AM GRATEFUL. THANK YOU ((:
So even if I wasn't particularly thrilled, even if I have doubts on taking up the scholarship or even if I don't take it up in the end, I am still grateful for the closure it gave me. At the very least, I've proven to myself that I'm not what people think I am.
I'm better.
I'm going to end off with something completely childish and ha ha, may I say, not very deep. But a little indulgence once in a while should be forgivable.
From a supposed bimbo who's "not very deep" to an s/p/h scholar.
Look who's talking now.
The entire above statement means that yes, I've stopped jumping around and began the worrying process.
Pooh.
But as per tradition, I missed the HR phonecall. Like, for the millionth time ever since October last year. I am a such a dweeb.
Anyway an update on the computer. The sound's been fixed and I find myself thirty dollars poorer. But it's worth it. Gossip girls!
An update on FTT as well. It is not, i repeat, NOT going well. I have zero productivity levels and concentration skills. Worse still, I'm falling asleep on my bed like a certain someone. So maybe talking to much to a person influences you. (thinks ENFJ)
Oh got the official rejection from the very cruel UCL for not meeting their conditions just... 5 seconds ago. Ties in very nicely with all my dillemmas doesn't it?
Decisions. Soon.
Labels: musings
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Fingersmith is getting better and better with all its enthralling twists and turns.
I can't believe I cried while watching Gossip Girls.
One more thing, another obstacle down. Green light. Decision time?
Sorry for the cryptic lines.
Labels: musings
S: Isn't it nice to be so close to the sky when there's lightning and thunder?
M: Wait till you get struck by lightning.
That's meiyue for you, always the party-pooper of my fascinating musings. Haha.
Wednesday with the Chinablacks turned out to be a teeny affair with only Shubha Kat and myself. But it was nevertheless enjoyable, and we ended up staying out much later than our usual Wednesdays. Dinner at Lido, followed by toffeenut at Starbucks. Laughter, jokes and plenty of heart-to-hearts. What more can a girl ask for?
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:D
For no reason :D
And that makes me feel even happier.
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Anyhow. Today was stay-at-home-and-recharge day. Think I did a brilliant job of it. Actually the recharging part started last night. Here's the list:
1. Thirteen-hour sleep
2. Dancing around the house
3. Hair treatment
4. D.I.Y facial administered by mum
5. Reading
6. Popeyes
7. Late-night FTT mugging at Starbucks
Number 1 is really too embarassing to mention. But for the sake of catalouging my lovely youthful days (in case when I'm 60 and wrinkly and want to remember days of being young and wrinkle-free), I simply cannot NOT mention this. Went to bed at 6pm yesterday evening thinking I'll wake at about sevenish for dinner. I woke up at sevenish all right- the next morning.
I am officially a prettyintelligentgirl.
HAH.
Number 2 is rather self-explanatory. I was hyper and had too much energy after the extremely long sleep. But I miss dancing! Ho! Number 3 was basically some weird cream application, followed by a blow-dry. Impetus comes from my mum's comment to the hairdresser on thursday about how "lazy I am to take care of my hair". Hmphh. I did something for it today for the first time in my life ok.
Major milestone. So there.
Another major milestone in the form of number 4. Mum decided to cure my sudden less-than-perfect complexion by experimenting some horrid green goo on my face. I felt like.. a monster. With montrous green boils and zits and and.. things on my face. Horrid experience. And while my skin came out baby smooth and fair afterwards, mum's manhandling meant there was a teeny little problem.
Okay, bruise.
On
my...
NOSE.
I looked like I just got into a fight and someone socked me in my nose. Now stop laughing, it's not funny okay.
Hmppphhh.
But I spent the entire "facial" experience doing number 5. Fingersmith by Sarah Waters with so many twists and turns that I was squirming in shock and mum got rather irritated. Hee.
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Number 6 is another self-explanatory point. Popeyes-ed at airport's terminal 3 before heading off to T2's starbucks for a spot of FTT mugging(Number 7!). Starbucks was really nice, all quiet and empty on a monday night. Taught the counter girl how to make a toffeenut latte! Yum!
Anyway a short update on what happened yesterday (I was sleeping too much like a pig to post this). Lunch was a yummy popiah, shark's fin and crayfish (where the seafood for lunch conversation ensued and someone is now officially square). The popiah was D.I.Y so this was my masterpiece:
Unwrapped...
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to wrapped.
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Dad commented: "Aiyo, look at your popiah. So ugly, it's rectangular one."
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So I got miffed, and present this instead:
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LOOK, I'M A STARRR!
See. I think out of the box. I'm not square like some people :D
Labels: musings
Work ended at a surprisingly early six plus oh clock. And because the sky was still bright, CW and I felt extremely uneasy as we walked out of office.
C: You know what this feels like?
S: What?
C: Like we're kids sneaking off school.
S: Before the bell rings right?
C: Yes, exactly.
2 minutes later...
C: I keep looking over my shoulders guiltily.
3 minutes later...
C: Shall we go back to office?
We didn't of course. We're not such workaholics (okay only at times). What we did end up doing was to go shopping for a watch (for him) and a necklace (for me).
Hah. But we're lousy shopping partners because 1. We have the same taste (meaning no differing perspectives), and 2. We end up talking more than shopping.
Ended up walking from Citylink to Raffles City to Suntec City to Bugis. And having only-child syndrome conversations and laughing like a pair of idiots. Went to TCC and the conversation got relatively crazier and more giggly (must be the alcohol in the irish coffee).
If you really must know, we've decided to........ .
Actually I can't say it. It's part of our childish evil plan to amuse ourselves :D
But I now have a psuedo _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
HEEE.
The walk to the MRT was even higher and more giggly. CW did the smooching noise to see how many girls turned around and each time one turned, we burst into giggles and ran away like guilty little children.
Tut tut.
In case you're shaking your head, let me assure you that it's an only-child syndrome to amuse ourselves silly.
So excuse us while we carry out our evil plan :D
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
I'm gonna eat some worms (echo: EAT WORMS!)
Now that I think about it, it really was a strange choice of song for orientation. It made us sound like a bunch of anti-social, friendless and pathetic children. Gross too, if you count the worm-eating part.
Anyway lyrics need to be tweaked slightly to reflect the current situation.
Hum.
Enough of misery. Think of the macdonald's breakfast and tako pachi balls today ((:
Life can be good. Really.
It just takes a
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I forgot to mention my necklace broke. CW says it now looks very plain.
Dang. I an no longer sparkly and shiny.
Shopping trip, anyone?
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Labels: moods
Whee.
Or rather, whee for everyone else who didn't have to work on this lovely lovely may day.
Guess what I spent the morning doing? Work. Or rather, counting cars. Read The Sunday Times to find out why. (hah. marketing tool, y'all)
But I'll admit it. I had a blast of fun. Please don't shake your head and peg me down as a workaholic. I can explain, really.
I've always liked mugging/doing work at coffee places. So today, when it came to counting cars, I found a nice coffeebean spot at Orchard that gave me the perfect view of the cars on the road. Nice Thursday morning, good coffee, counting cars, wind blowing in your face, yummy breakfast smell from the neighbour's table. What's there not to like?
Ok maybe the counting cars part. But the rest of it more than made up for it. Which explains my complete refusal to go lunch with mum when it was 6 minutes before my "shift" was up. I insisted on completing it to the very minute, which made her grumble but hey, integrity's a goood thing to have. Yay.
Lunched at Paragon's Crystal Jade after morning car-counting activity. I NEVER KNEW THE BRANCH AT PARAGON WAS SO NICE! Love the ambience (:
Then it was haircut time. Went to my usual hairdresser at paragon only to get a not-so-lovely surprise. He upped the haircut from sixty bucks to ninety-five. Ouch. Wasn't about to burn that huge hole in my pocket just to snip off some hair. So I stalked out and headed to far east to search for a more cheapo haircut.
Which I'm very proud to say -drumrolls- I DID! Got a forty bucks (but as a student I got it at thirty-five) haircut which turned out pretty pretty nice! I am officially low-maintainence as of today. Ha ha ha. Anyway I got quite besotted (and amazed) at the fact that the hair turned out pretty at such a price that I HAD to take pictures. In public. Hehh.
Take One: Too far away to see my hair.
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Take two: Still too far away
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Take three: Nearer, but not close enough
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We stopped at Take Three even though it wasn't close enough to see my hair clearly, because a junior walked past and it was rather embarassing to be camwhoring at the entrance of the Marriot Hotel's toilet. Heh.
Anyway. I blew the money I saved on the haircut (and more) on a Zara jumper ((:
On a completely unrelated note, I would like to say that I officially detest SBS bus uncles, for 1) having two shouting matches with me two mornings in a row, 2) attempting to confiscate my ex-link card (lucky i snatched it) and 3) slacking and making me wait for the bus for more than an hour and finally giving up.
Stupid gits.
And my ez-link expired today with close to thirty bucks (I topped up yesterday) in it. Help.
But whatever, HAPPY MAY DAY.