WRECK

Visuals

2009-11-09T09:05:07Z

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I have been taking full advantage of the fact that my mother's camera is still in my possession by taking it out each time I leave the house. The weekend, inclusive of Friday since it was a 'holiday', went by in a hurried blur. Uncountable twists and turns which left myself worn out and tired last night.. But it was still enjoyable.

Got a little over two hours of sleep last night, resizing and posting up pictures just to pass time so that I can settle into bed at 8pm and rest till my alarm sounds at 5:30am tomorrow. Received two new Literature texts today: 'Housekeeping' by Marilynne Robinson and 'Oranges Are Not the Only fruit' by Jeanette Winterson. The latter sounds extremely promising. Think I shall start on it before my mind begins to wander through memories of better times again.

Been living on borrowed credit for the past week. I'm so lucky to have such generous friends. Well, just a self-reminder to ask my father for money to repay them. Can't wait till December starts creeping in: Extra cash from my birthday!

School

2009-11-06T16:17:21Z

I do realise that there has been a lack of updates on school. Post-promos, a break in the monotony that is oft referred to as a 'timetable', which dictates an endless cycle of the same weekly rituals, has occurred. No more Wednesday morning Economic lectures, followed by sub-zero temperatures in LT2 for Geography with an over enthusiastic teacher who first addressed us as 'H2 Geographers'; not that I'm complaining about chipper people, but I'm pessimistic at best.

Anyway results seem to be looming, together with Oral Presentation for Project Work. I seem to be at loggerheads with everyone when it comes to getting my way; either my way or no way. Ideally, a crisp minimal Powerpoint presentation, but my teacher has an utmost liking towards colourful backgrounds and fonts in the various shades of the rainbow. I like minimal. I dress minimal. I rarely don prints unless it is absolutely necessary. Today I went out dressed in black from head to toe.

My thoughts seem incoherent. I feel like flooding this entire entry with all the unanswered questions which have been clouding my better judgment since Day One, but this isn't the right place to do so. Too lazy to open my diary and start penning everything down. Maybe soon, when I am at peace with myself and have finally realised how to let go. I have gained a substantial amount of weight since last week, even managing to out eat my male peers at school. Not something to be proud of. Well, the bed is calling for me now. Time to turn to Jesus (ah) and beg for a few miracles.

Halloween '09

2009-11-02T13:20:49Z

Halloween this year brought me to Butter Factory with everyone else. The ability to cut the queue, which consisted of almost 400+ people past Starbucks (at 9:30pm might I add) was just totally out of control, was fantastic. Well, the earlier part of the day had my plans watered down by the torrential downpour. Spent almost an hour on the phone waiting at some gas station off Lornie with Leon trying to call for a cab and being repeatedly greeted by busy tones. Thank god he managed to flag one by the side and we rushed to his place for him to pack up his Bloody Beetroot get up, style his hair and finalize the guest list.

The night wasn't too bad, in comparison to last year's. I decided to come as a go-go girl with a colour palette of black and pink, last minute prep never result with genius ideas. The absence of my hot pink feather boa (which I suspect AJ & Tanya must have stashed somewhere and forgotten) left my get up as a overly dressed prom girl. Lucky Shah managed to help me purchase one on his way over. Well, there is really nothing much to elaborate regarding the night, the pictures really speak for themselves, all 176 of them which can be found here. Though I did take out the nice juicy scandalous ones at the request of my friends.. What can't see can't hurt, right? But the music was fantastic. Prior rumors swirled around regarding the Bloody Beetroots' participation which made it all the better, and I think added to the crowd turn out. Even at 3am there were still about 100+ party goers lining up in the paying queue.

Gwen, Sarah and I had out own version of 'Girl's Night Out' where we swore off boys as we took the long walk back from the fountain, laughing and giggling and bitching about everything and anything which popped into our minds. The later part brought me up onto the speakers with Germaine, Sonia and Izzy which left me partially deaf directly after, with my ears still buzzing even after I woke up the next day. Left pretty early with Gabrielle, wanting to stick to the curfew my father set, and panicked after realizing my purse was stolen. Ah. No, not due to my carelessness this time. Don't think I'm able to get it back like the last time. Guess I'm broke this month.

Normal lessons begin tomorrow. I will miss the freedom we had during intensive Project Work/Mother Tongue last week. All the fun Huan Si, Alex, Badi + CLB classmates had then. Well, if I redo this year, I guess I'll have the opportunity once more right? Lucky results aren't coming in anytime soon.

Plump

2009-10-31T07:47:08Z

Credits: Adrian Wee

Two nicest pictures from Poptart which took place a good two weeks ago? Not the nicest (due to weight gain) but compared to the others where my arms were either squished or my face popping out like Gwen's second head our of nowhere.. These will have to make do. Halloween plans for tonight are too jumbled up to make heads or tails of anything. But one thing's for sure, I will make curfew!!

Post

2009-10-19T11:54:07Z

I'm tired of barricades and pretending like everything done has followed my agenda to a tee; truth is I don't know what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, and what the hell I want. More headstrong than I've ever been, rifling through my diary after writing in an entry last night: All the unfamiliar memories which have been pushed out of my mind, the absence of recollection if physical reminders ceased to exist. Okay, starting to sound either more mental or *~*introspective*~* but pretenses are getting a little old.. Honestly.

Anyway post-holidays have served me well. Home Club on Friday night and Butter on Saturday. Entangling myself in yet other unnecessary problems, not that I blame friends who look out, but misconstrued messages always result in less than intended outcomes, right? Left my wallet with it's precious contents ie. A's IC and screamed my head off to anyone who would listen. Thank heavens it found its way back after the cab driver surprised her at doorstep (before I informed her, the utter disregard she must have had for me there and then) and saving everyone a whole lot of trouble.

Feeling sluggish, spent the last two days at home holed up in the room pigging out on everything I'm able to lay my hands on. Oversleeping and having the bed beckon once more after polishing whatever off my plate. Really don't know why I bother to post here since I excessively update my Twitter page anyway. Ughh. Lazy day again tomorrow. Just too lazy and poor to head out. Having too much time on your hands never turns out as well as you'd like it.

Completion

2009-10-15T16:12:54Z

Via Postsecret

Today marks the end of the total 17 hours worth of examinations I had to undergo, and since my papers were scheduled back to back over a period of four days, my H2s and H1 anyway, it leaves me till Wednesday without school! Since Thursday and Friday have been allocated for physical tormenting through soccer (and with my new found hatred towards sunlight) I guess absenting myself should be in order.

The original plans lined up had me tagging along with Paul on Saturday with his family for Deepavali visiting, with Poptart succeeding till the wee hours of the morning; Sunday for a buffalo wing challenge at Sunset Grill and perhaps church and confession before if my body allowed it; weekday plans were still tentative, but I knew who I had to meet. Anyway, all that has been scraped, or I think so, depending on my mood in the days to come.

I did enjoy myself this afternoon though, albeit being at home. Zixuan came over and we really did have a fucking awesome time doing the things that we usually do.. Tried playing 'conductor' like the old days but the conditions were far from perfect, and some unexpected upheaval contributed from Alex via a phone call diverted our attention from 'The September Issue'. So much for my change in preference for monotony.

This will be the last time I attempt to spot questions, or assume that I possess the capability of cramming nine months worth of Physical and Human Geography in three hours. Sub paper to come, the prospect of retaining is already in view. Not that I'm complaining, or trying to be one of those academically secure brats who whine about their fears of not being able to meet the E E S-pass criteria set by the college. Nope, far from that.

Time for bed, been up for 25 hours. Meeting both aforementioned tomorrow, followed by dinner with Peter at Modesto's. Yay.

Ps. Fixed my hair today, hoping that the dark brown will go unnoticed amongst the sea of black when I decide to show up for school. Ah but who am I trying to kid honestly? Haha. I'm blacklisted.

Leopard Preents

2009-10-07T07:49:05Z

Credits: Paul Seow/Warren T

I went back on my word regarding Thriller's boycott, it was probably the best decision made in two weeks. What spawned from it wasn't a night of usual drama (so overrated) but more of a taste of a normal non-slutty life whilst playing Agony Aunt to my best-guy-friend for the night, a total role reversal as it was supposed to be our catch up night, but I'm not complaining. Drank a little more than average for my zero alcohol tolerance level, and surprisingly sobered up quickly. Appropriate mortified stares directed a two man/drunk malay chick sandwich, groping, hickeys, saliva. Ew.. But look who's judging. Hah. It's been six months so I guess it gives me some sort of credibility, right? There and then I dreaded the what was to normally arrive the next day, but boy was I wrong..

Awoke at 11:30am after five hours of rest and spent the entire Sunday productively. The absence of a hangover and the usual post-party hurl fest surprised me, but getting used to it shouldn't be too difficult.

I originally wanted to cyber bash (coin it!) silly girls who make bad decisions that usually send the female intuition into overdrive. Those preferring ignorance to facts, and once hell breaks loose, their 'My life is so complicated/full of drama/not normal' nonsense floods everywhere. Oh those were the days, I've watched some people sub rosa who stopped playing that game, choosing serious relationships over one nights and thus disappearing. Incredibly admirable.

Anyway, should get back to PW. Sick to the bone. No more road building in my lungs for now at the rate my throat is going.

Ps. Fixing my hair soon. What a sight.

Old

2009-10-01T14:55:26Z

(Via Polarize)

In retrospect, the week was enjoyable, though the many riffs and sudden mind displacements did damper my mood at times. I can't actually remember anything remotely exciting about the F1, spectating was the last thing on my mind with the lavish buffet spread at Forlino: Truffle risotto, beef, shrimp, lamb and everything else above cars and celebrities. I wore my unconquered Louboutins out for the second time, how funny is it that they seemed to complement my outfit more than ever. Tottered around at 1.7m (for once) not letting the pain get to my head, digging my claws into Priscilla's shoulder when the need arose, and bumping into yet another person I last saw a year ago. Hmmm interesting.

Anyway, our school announced Children's Day a holiday for us, not that I'm complaining, but it was well spent. 4 hours revising the Written Report (it will soon be the death of me) at my teacher's house with 4/5th of my group, craving for steak in the middle, and spending the remaining 8 hours of the day screaming at Huan Si while he was over. Not to say his company wasn't unenjoyable, but we just don't see eye to eye on most issues, with height jokes aside. My maid decided to clean my room for me and I found that shoe box recycled into a makeshift holder for all the knick-knacks cluttering up the desk, just right next to the speakers. Ah who doesn't love irony?

Contemplated on Saturday's Thriller but the prospect of Promotional Exams beginning in what.. 11 days make me nervous. Alex has promised to accompany me to whichever place I want to go (provided that entry is possible hah) after completion and it does sound like a good deal.

Oh before I forget: Download Ping!, an iPhone/iTouch rival of Blackberry Messenger. Free 'texts' without extra costs whatsoever; and add me up at: helloenigmatic.

Off to bed, fell asleep on the couch and awoke to the sound of 'Eh eh Simpsons started already. EH NAH-DENE, WAKE UP NOW. SIMPSONS STARTED ALREADY," together with some pillow prodding from the China man. Ugh. School tomorrow.

HAHA

2009-09-26T17:45:30Z

How even technology can express my mood of late. Well, plenty of enjoyable impromptu run-ins today without having to stop and think, "How would he like it if I met.." Very much enjoying the single life, thought I would be the bitter bitch (still am sometimes when my mood unexpectedly swings, ugh buzz kill) but taking it day by day helps. There is nothing to apologise to and for, apologies never made much of a difference in retrospect (though it is an axiom in reverse), but I thought it did. Feeling bitter now. Should have trusted my intuition. Why am I so incoherently stubborn? Would redact this entry and include an esoteric detail, but time for bed. Mass and even perhaps confession tomorrow, how the weak turn to religion in times of need. F1 at Fullerton Hotel with my father and a friend at night, should be interesting!

Ugly

2009-09-22T10:51:20Z

We never realise how easy things are able to come and go. You will always be the best.

September

2009-09-13T12:40:31Z

Had a typical holiday, fucked up body clock whereby sleeping at 7am and waking at 4pm is considered to be 'normal'. Spent all the weekdays living that lifestyle, resisting the temptation to binge on bacon and whatever high calorie mish mash in the refrigerator. Alright, all the weekdays except for Friday where I met Dhini at Paragon to accompany her food shopping at The Marketplace for a party which I was not invited to, and then purchased dinner at the Da Paolo Gastronomia, and back to her place. Both of us shared between ourselves: three portions Marinara and Beef Bolognese, Caprese and Nutella chocolate cake. Definitely an upgrade to our milo-cereal-Gossip-Girl-Tuesdays, but it was enjoyable, especially with the catching up and gossip, oh no.

The weekend, in contrast, was left to be desired. On my way to bring washing powder to Ugly's ghetto residence yesterday, I left my pair of Fendi sunglasses in the cab. It of course wasn't turned in, $850 gone, but Zixuan will understand the true meaning of my loss as I procured it during my lowest low of this year.. And it made such a good head accessory too. He showed me no sympathy and instead went, "I told you to be more careful last week when you almost left your phone in another cab.." Whatever, so much for being concerned when his LV was stolen at Zouk. But there will be a void empty space when he leaves for Brunei at the end of the month for three weeks.

Today, I snapped at everyone asking me academically related questions regarding homework and studying. Scraping through will always be one of my options, I never learn from mistakes. I am stubborn like that. School begins tomorrow ughhhhhh.

Colours

2009-09-09T11:33:13Z

Left: Rich, Dark, Delicious Right: Beyond Jealous

Had a relatively enjoyable weekend, considering the amount I blew paying for the both of us since a celebration was due as I got my allowance. Not that we did any actual partying, he did as usual without me at some *ugh* club, but I took a safer and more conservative approach (you can't blame me for my age) and took a trip to the much neglected M.A.C counter instead. Had a toss up between the two lacquers above, versatility vs. originality, the former took the cake and I went home with the creamy brown, together with The Perfect Cheek blush and a NW25 pot of Studio Sculpt Concealer. Had a debate against myself over the Technakhol liners (aren't 'Full of Fuchsia' and 'Colour Matters' pretty?) as he was sitting on a chair showing his uninterest over one of the things I'm so passionate about.. Besides food, now that he's full of critiques.

Anyway, I've been cooped up at home since the holidays officially began two days ago. I think I am marvelously dirt repellent having not taken a shower since I left for a two hour class at school on Monday morning, but yet not able to sense the effects of increased amounts of grime and oil in my hair. Such a fat pig slob. But my finger nails have been fixed up french manicure style in terms of a matte brown bottom and tip of the same colour however glossy; both attained with two layers of Rich, Dark, Delicious, Orly's Matte Top and Sally Hansen's Mega Shine respectively. Couldn't find a decent picture online, and I refuse to take a picture as my cuticles are beyond disgusting after near 7 consecutive years of chewing.

Yeah I do realise most of my entries portray my life to be ordinarily boring, which it has been; therefore I do not feel the need for comments. Ran out of the magic, started gaining weight again. Oh let me find some more around the house soon.

FATTY

2009-09-01T16:30:40Z

I was in the kitchen this afternoon watching my father adding the finishing touches to his version of Marinara; I say 'his version' due to the substitution of white wine for cooking sherry and the absence of squid and scallops, not that I'm a particular fan of seafood and he insisted it wasn't Marinara.. Well, he is, when put in jargon: No bottled tomato sauce, just hulled cherry tomatoes together with the addition of chopped cilantro among other things. Yeah, he is innovation.

Had a thought flash through my head as I absentmindedly twirled my fork through the spaghetti of the previous variation (minus cherry tomatoes + overkill of sherry) "When was the last time I had spaghetti?" My family goes through pasta at least thrice a week, each time throwing something not as 'traditional' into the pot of salted water. The pictures above are some of the types I've had over the span of this year, pretty good variations of shapes and sizes, though the black truffle tagliatelle (not reflected above) from the Da Paolo store was most memorable. So to answer that question, maybe three years ago? Let's skip the topic of Pastamania's authenticity of 'italian food' for now..

Anyway, before the three bowls of pasta I consumed, I decided to make a salad to stave my hunger. Tried a peach and bacon version, innovation is far from my forte honestly. Browned that up on the stove together with some red onion to reduce its overpowering taste; tossed with mesclun, lemon juice and black pepper I devoured it post-webcam session with HS & Hafiiz. Sweet, salty, tangy, crunchy, chewy, smooth, excellent. Wish I had a working camera for photographic proof and flaunting; my best friend can't even prepare a frozen dinner successfully. Mmmm.

Never had the cooking bug bite me this hard before. Trawled through New York Times' Dining & Wine section instead of finishing up the introduction for Project Work, and ended up with a more than necessary amount of recipes saved under my 'Favourites Center'. Cravings for chocolate chip cookies, guess I'll whip some up over the course of this week, that's if I manage to pick up some quality chocolate chips (not the shit Hershey's kind) and I say shit cause of this article. Okay "Chubby pants" out, time for bed!

Cuisine

2009-08-30T12:11:25Z

No pictures (more like three pictures) due to the absence of the cable link for the desktop, it's not only that, I am in need of a complete technological overhaul. New camera, new television, new house phones, (the family has been surviving on one) you get it. I am in a complete disregard for everything else, having spent the entire day at home like an obese person would: Breakfast of a Kit kat Chunky bar, Oreo coated Pocky, two slices of processed cheese; lunch consisting of pasta sauce washing my mouth raw with the taste of pre-simmered garlic, my fault for haphazardly dumping it over pasta from two night's ago while it was still in it's early cooking stages, too lazy to talk about the rest of today.

I attended some special event at Inagiku last night with my father, it started off as a total head blur, arriving late and watching others take pictures with the Russian models the restaurant hired for the event on the makeshift 'red carpet'. Dinner was most memorable. Never eating sashimi but breezing through the first three courses. Crystal clear lobster, thinly sliced wagyu, micro tomatoes the size of champagne grapes, the intense flavours of soya sauce aged for ten years.. I wish I fought for my rights regarding nutrition than accepting the path picked for me.

Anyway, the best surprise happened last night. Storming off and losing my straight face once I got into the cab, wondering why the journey you had to Zouk from town seemed like ages as you camly took my childish behaviour in , how you showed up at my house to surprise me after I thought you has chose your friends over me. Who actually would bother to do things like this to make happy? Evidently, you do, even after my selfish reckless behaviour. I refuse to say anything sappy. I don't do sappy.

Alright, time to get back to my essay. If ideas managed to flow out quite like how this was written. I'd have been finished with it three hours ago.

GIF

2009-08-21T15:50:30Z

A little too slow, but quick ones give me a headache (sans usual makeup btw)

Nothing is quite like the feeling of being triumphant, much like when you break the stereotype. But when you're wrong, or I'm wrong, I get the cold uncomfortable clammy feeling leeching on, making myself unnaturally tolerable towards 'familiar irregularities'.. Till I'm right again. Note the punctuation. Really this is trying, against everything stood for. What else is there to say? Not here. Never here.

Anyway, a few highlights of the week: Full marks for NAPFA (with help from my tar infested lungs) and managing to (yet again) postpone the Economics test till Monday; school is just like my second home. Currently being semi-bedridden, (or lack thereof after yesterday's 2.4km run) stepped on the scales to discover an extra four kilos to my original weight since January, but familiar fluctuations tell me not to worry, though panic attacks might occur soon.

Having dreams which I hope don't harbinger ominous difficulties. But then again, added complications under the thick web of problems. I have to stop rationalizing everything. Starting to sound repetitive. Ending here.

FAIL

2009-08-17T13:50:10Z

Twitter seems to be down for me. Well, quite an incoherent day, though it ended well despite lunch plans going to waste. Ended up with a 20 minute session of his repeated attempts of physically dragging me across the floor as I tried to run down to the kitchen and fix something to eat. Finally screamed 'SALAD' (everlasting diet-friendly pleaser) and reappeared with a Wagyu beef Parmesan version. "I smell meat.." "Yeah, I put beef inside.' Knew he thought it tasted out of this world (well honed culinary skills from my end, mind you) but ego begets compliments (grammatically incorrect?) and he can whip up a mean lasagna.. So I guess we're even. Ish. Pointless update, but I just needed a post to align the previous one below. Hope it worked!

Lethargic

2009-08-16T14:17:08Z

Click here for Colorgenics test.

I don't like the surprises the new road brought upon, time to backtrack and have the mechanical familiarity overwhelm once more. Trivial nonsense which I cannot be bothered with, so much for a fresh start. 'Currently Listening To' (+ lyrics + backstory to it) encompasses everything . Fact is, everyone is connected in one way or another, stories fly, stereotypes mostly hold firm, the 'innocent' aren't as they seem, so what lesson did I learn this time? Yeah who actually cares about me, Julius just got on his plane home a while ago! Finally..

Stixx

2009-08-09T06:06:53Z

Interesting past few weeks: Attempting to toe the invisible 'boundaries' set for me by someone else sub rosa while feigning ignorance to everyone else. But of course I do care. Watching my friends buck up and hoping that they won't return from the extended break as a carbon copy of the heinous bitch that she is. Hatred is too far strong a word to express my dislike, more like.. Utmost abhorrence and distaste for a fellow human being, but hey, isn't hate a shorter and sharper word? I realise I'm always finding problems with everyone, just to stir something up, and have people join in till it blows out of proportion, then what? Then scurry away till it blows over, but of course the marks of the battle remain.

Trying to steal time from someone who doesn't deserve it, in my opinion now. I don't like overly diplomatic people, those who are afraid to criticize just to be on everyone's good side, as compared to someone who is just plain nice. But there really isn't a nice person out there is there? When you first meet someone, you think they're 'nice', but the 'nice' tag never does stay for long. As CK said, when someone meets me, the nice people try to change me, to become more tolerable, alter my shit of a temper, try to let people see this better side as compared to the idiot I play. Well, I don't know. There's a new friend, everyone else has given up, I don't know how long this one can survive.

Ps. Need responses to: http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=6SOu8B9_2b2FphcIj3YdE5Uw_3d_3d for Project Work. We have mild genetic manipulation as one of our strategies for discrimination against males in the US for Area B, so I guess you know which answers I'd prefer you to choose. Hah.

Lazy

2009-08-02T05:57:30Z

1) Got my desktop fixed after 11 months.
2) Shitty results - EUESU
3) Spending excessively.
4) Eating excessively.
5) Gaining weight excessively.
6) Running away from my problems excessively.
8) Data charges escalating excessively.
9) But I think we're finally getting somewhere.
10) I'm too unpredictable.

Cheat

2009-07-22T13:57:03Z

I love how I'm able to rationalise rainy mornings (like today) as the right day to wear the wrong pair of shoes together with my too-short skirt to school. There is nothing quite like cheap thrills to bring back the lost excitement in your life, knowing that you're fully capable of something but yet holding back, wondering what would happen if you gave in. The eclipse was barely visible, wasted my time running out of the lecture theatre with Ally (Alex) and Suria only to be greeted with a dull grey sky. The disappointment didn't affect my sugar rush though. My interest in the abstract is what keeps me going now. He purchased my Graphology book for me on Monday and the next books on my to-get-list are: The Complete Roubuchon, In Defence of Food and Emotional Intelligence 2.0. Life is a constant non-stop cycle of homework, tests and failing. I only left at 7pm today, perhaps with a lighter heart. What am I doing?

Blank

2009-07-17T15:43:38Z

Via Polarize

I am yet again digressing, acting childishly and getting my priorities wrong. I was only informed this morning about my scheduled six hours of examinations (Mathematics and Economics) tomorrow. With my Graphical Calculator at a friend's house and the Elasticity booklet missing, the prospect of getting even a 'Satisfactory' grade for both subjects is out of the question, yet alone even passing.

I rarely type in full sentences such as this, but I do not feel quite like myself today. I hate using loads of 'I's' and there aren't really any synonyms for it except for 'yours truly' and 'myself', or maybe even others which I do not know of due to my limited vocabulary.

I'm feeling a mix of anger and sadness as AJ deleted my make believe fairy tale on Sims 3. We (not my brother and I obviously) were married, had a daughter called Madison (self-absorbed Confirmation name haha) and were doing relatively fine except for the fact that I was in love with my retired female boss and you were cheating on me with the gorgeous hired household help. My gut feeling is telling me that my world is going to burst into flames again. It is always right, but with you, unpredictable.

Why did I hurt just to avoid being hurt? We were so happy. I thought it would never end. I don't want it to end. There, I just became one of those girls who ramble on about their relationships on their personal spaces, announcing to everyone their sadness, regret and pain. But unlike all of them, I know I deserve it. This entire mess created with my own hands. My life is like a B-rated chickflick. Lying, cheating, backstabbing. Not what you're supposed to actually experience in reality. But constantly seeking new adventures and some dysfunction to be 'different' in the past, this is the end result.

I should learn how to sympathise more with people, and pay compliments that do not sound tacky and forced because it is not in my nature to do either. The latter turned out especially horrible at times. I am trying to change. Though it may not be evident yet. Hopefully, it will be soon.

Smooth~

2009-07-13T11:15:30Z

Credits to L for first 4

Nothing new to post about, or rather, ideas which manage to stay in my head long enough to capture. Planned my entire week around Butter which started out and ended up in a bust, nearly. Realised that all the hype around clubbing isn't about those few seconds where you're fully intoxicated, ignoring your better judgment and screaming to Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love A Bad Name' along with everyone else.. Rather it's when you're back at home spooning, drained and jaded from all the partying, but yet glad you're with someone you've been through thick and thin with.

Anyway, came to the conclusion that I get an adverse reaction to alcohol if it isn't immediately gotten rid of in the same night that it is consumed. Lumbered into bed last night with a near 39 degree Celsius fever, ended up by the toilet bowl heaving and awaking today near noon with my temperature back to normal. Thank God the re-test got rescheduled.

No more unnecessary nights out. School was relatively enjoyable on my fortunate return on Friday. Starting to let my social life outside control the academics which isn't the smartest thing to do. So, time for a change. It's been almost five months. I have a feeling this 'zone' I'm in will actually last. In layman's terms: I will not fuck up anytime soon.

Technology

2009-07-07T15:37:13Z

Fully recovered and back at the weight before I departed. All is good. Two days of solid wagyu beef, other miscellaneous unhealthy germ breeding snacks lying around and finishing all the strawberries my favourite friend brought over yesterday. Mmmm. Decided to overcome my fear about half an hour ago and set up a Twitter account. Click here to follow, I have zero followers and therefore zero friends. Miss school too much. Hopefully, memorable weekend up ahead. Shall bitch about this month's phone bill soon. Singtel is too sneaky. In an awesome mood (hence shitty writing) Don't know why.. Going to make the most of it with chocolate!

Three

2009-07-05T03:49:54Z

Diagnosed with influenza-like illness aka. Common flu. Currently experiencing side-effects like hallucination, nausea, vomiting, dizzy spells, chest pains, insomnia, mood swings etc. Waking up in the middle of the night from an illogical dream and discovering my lower lip bleeding from unconscious chewing. Limited to the boundaries of my four room walls to ensure I infect no one else. This isn't going very well... Quarantine extended till Thursday for actual recovery (and not mere precautions). Feels like death.

Tripped

2009-06-29T14:51:49Z

Not as many scenic shots as the last round. Time took relatively long to pass. My mind on other things, trying to forget, but wait, the places, the memories. Fail. But it was somewhat a refresher. Then today, all jumbled up again. Anyway Leigh got paid $300 just to consume a chilli and swear off liquids for the next five minutes. Missed precious subsequent footage of him hurling his guts out on the front lawn, topless and freezing in the cold.

Apart from that, I managed to do some serious accessory shopping, albeit skipping Supre for clothes. How could I right? But hey, I'm back, two kilos heavier, and on an extended week's vacation with exams pushed back for fear of having contracted H1N1. Everything's almost perfect, it should be.