50th post on this relatively new url and I've got NOTHING interesting.

Maybe it's a retrospective on my life right now... Mundane. Right now, I'm rushing to finish up NINE logos and a Bauhaus brochure and poster.

What's Bauhaus?

... Exactly.

I know it's famous and all (now that I've researched it) but basically, I don't know or give two shits about it. All I care about is my Graph Com grade, and how I'm going to print everything, mount them, paste name tags on them, and submit them by 4:30 pm tomorrow.

Karma, I tell you, is a major bitch. All these time I've spent nights shopping online, re-watching old movies, petsocietying are now all looking wonderfully wasted to me.

I can't wait till tomorrow night. Sitting by the pool and jacuzzi, sipping cocktails... ahhh.

Can't wait for this to be over. With a major OVER. (Bratz)

Oh oh! And recently F and I have been major shopping doofus(es). I bought 2 F21 olive sweater vests in the same color, cos 1 was on a spree and the second one, when I ordered myself the sweater was still in my shopping cart. And F? He happily bought 2 Abercrombie green polo shirts. Identical ones.

Sensibility ions are telling me to sell them, but I don't know... am lazy. But will, hopefully, when I get some free time.

I'm out.

x

Wow so now it's my fault? For not telling my mom about the little surprise you guys planned? A little definition heads-up here, a surprise is a S-E-C-R-E-T. Remember the past surprises? Telling the old folks NEVER worked out. So why should I happily tell my mom 'Hey you're not supposed to know but er, we're having a surprise party on the 6th for Claudia'? Or MAYBE, MAYBE I should just go ahead and tell Claud herself instead! So MAYBE, she won't go on a cruise, and you guys won't get your little hearts broken.

Seriously, a few emails and you guys throw around tantrums like all hell. Then cue the finger pointing emails fly here and there unbound. HELLO??? I didn't even know if you guys knew that she was going on cruise and simply, stupidly felt the need to point it out. And I get the bullshit.

I'm sick and tired of my mom always getting blamed. What, you think she asked Claud to go along because she wanted to sabotage the party? Just because your emails which, oh, i don't know, managed to agree on a DATE for the party and only that concludes it as so fucking important?

And don't come all 'I know my English not that powderful la'. You think what? Singlish doesn't hurt?

And you, how many FUCKING tantrums must you throw before you grow up? Stop whining about your family, you think only yours has baggage? You think out of so many billions kids in the world only YOU love your mom? Jesus Christ I'm the youngest out of us and I don't even get to throw nonsensical, attention-seeking, churlish bitch fits that you do. You think only you can throw kiddy tempers that sling mud on everyone and expect us to pick up the pieces? I'm through with this. You guys can stay Peter Pan for all you want, but I can't stay a fucking Saint.

I am so fucking tired.

10 more tutorial vids of Dreamweaver and CSS to go through. 5 hours to the test. Bleary eyed. Wants to play Pet Society and buy christmasy stuff.

Just ordered 2 more packages from F21 and La Senza by myself last week. Sometimes, I amaze even myself at the amount I shop. Sab is helping me get stuff from US!!! I can finally get my shark bite tunic. Heh.

Had a weird family dinner today.

Was telling Jim on msn just now about how I feel. He might be naggy sometimes, but still a good person. Hopefully. At least he listened.

Farley's mom gave me a pair of Guess jeans today! Ok Guess but still. It's not everyday a pair of Guess trousers fall out of the sky for you. But that's not the best part.

It was size 24, and guess what you guys I could fit in!!!! -Jumps for joy.
Got my Abercrombie stuff today and guess what!!! My shorts were size 0 and I could fit in!!!!

Ok sorry it might not be a biggie to skinny size 00 people out there but yours truly was never skinny so please contain your sarcasm. Or meany thoughts.

But I think Abercrombie cheat my feelings. Please la... how can I be size 0. Maybe their size 0 is a 3/4?

It's so weird you know. Like for ages I've been on fad diets and jogging for hours and not only did I not lose weight, I actually PUT ON WEIGHT. Now bachormee-at-midnight plus lots of pastamania delivery eating me has actually lost weight.

Not that I'm not happy (I'm ecstatic) but it kinda feels like I don't deserve it. And something bad is gonna happen because of that. Like Christmas coming too early. And the Grinch steals it. (Or something like that.)

Speaking of which, I'm gonna be a pescetarian! Hopefully maggi mee is included. Aiyah. I'm bullshitting again cos right now I'm eating Coco Pops. Darn.

I want to be size 00!!!!

The past week sucked. Plenty of self-effacing. I just can't do anything right, even when I try my hardest.

Have lots to blog about.

First of all Happy Birthday Yanling! Sorry I forgot. Am the worst girlfriend ever. Aiyah but you also have your new best friend already ): YOU SUCK! Ok la stay smart & fabulous, hunny.

Last week Momo bought Wii!! Yippee!! Along with the Rock Band World Tour complete set (which was a bitch to lug home) the complete Sports set, and the Cooking Mama set!! I haven't played much of it though... first of all it is EXHAUSTING, to jump around playing tennis/boxing or trying to play Cooking Mama hands-on. It is like, doing the real thing. Amazingly tiring. I sweat so much after ONE game of tennis, which is i don't know, 5 mins? Good. Can lose weight.

F and I watched Wild Child on Thursday (1st time for him, 6th time for me) and it was awesome!! But watching Poppy Moore do that hand sanitizer thing got germs and bacteria stuck in my head every time I touch my face with my hand so today I bought hand sanitizer and God, it feels good to have clean hands.

Just taught I'll like to mention how Emma Roberts looked before Poppy Moore and Blonde Hair happened. I'm still marveling at how much aesthetics can do to your looks.

From this:



To this:



Blonde hair ALWAYS wins. ):

Anyway, work is calling. I have a major test on Tues, an e-learning assignment, 10 logos to design and mount or whatever, a brochure and logo on some bloody art school or something. FRUSTRATING I WANT SOME FREE TIME. I want to go shopping at Spotlight I want to watch old reruns I wanna wear my Juicy bikini to Cafe Del Mar I wanna sleep all day I wanna cook pasta I wanna cuddle F and watch MTV in our room I want school to end.

Oh my effing god I wanted to post about this but I totally digressed after going into the whole PS debacle! Haha.

It's just so damn annoying to see all of a sudden, Twilight readers pop out here there and everywhere. It got so bad I half thought they'll come through the cracks in the wall too. Like mould. Ha ha. I'm not talking about people who want to watch the movie because of Robert Pattinson and then read the books to get a little background info before the movie itself but the freaking poseurs who go all twilight-ish when they only read the book after they knew the movie was coming out and they just wanna look smart and all. Even TwilightSingapore.com is about the movie itself when personally, I won't expect the movie to have as much an impact on me as the books did.

With the books, there's no boundaries to your imagination. Alice and Rosalie was perfect in my mind... but in the movie? They look old, and tired. Definitely not frozen at eighteen. And Edward? I was all ready to marry him and was dreaming about our kids when I saw the movie poster and fainted. My bubble burst with an nuclear explosion. Mr. Cedric Diggory had NOTHING on my Edward. He was human, after all.

Ok I got distracted AGAIN. Rats.

What I mean is, don't read Twilight because everyone has and am and you just wanna look like you're in with it. In fact, don't read it at all you'll just spoil it for everyone.

P.S. Twilight opened with a 70 million box office in the U.S. I know I love the books more, but still, it's all very exciting isn't it? It comes just after Harry Potter! And somewhere F heard someone (obviously worth listening to) say ' This is not a movie you watch twice, but thrice.'

Am super excited! F is booking the whole cinema to screen it on 13th Dec! Right after the premiere on the 12th! Official screenings start on the 18th... but that's forever. Am going to dress up like a vampire. Which in Twilight's terms, consists wholly of designer clothes. (:

P.P.S Want to complain about the movie, but will probably do that tomorrow or after I watched it.

x

Oh god I'm so annoyed.

Just now, when I was playing Pet Society (if you STILL don't know what this is you're officially socially inept) with F trying to race him to the highest level (he started 3 days after I did and is currently, in the most humbling way possible 2 levels above me) when we realised we could get the Santa trophy by passing gifts to each other! (You get a bronze trophy for giving 5 presents to your friends, silver for 25 and gold 50)

So, we started passing lemons, pears - stuff that cost 5 coins each.
Then, we got carried away and realised that bigger stuff objects, more expensive objects gave us Pawpoints (thingies you need to level up) and we went...

M: Omg, I'm giving you my bowler hat now.

F: Ok. Giving you my... shoes.

*Both stripping pets of whatever possessions they had*

F: Omg, why don't we pass the beds! It's 2000 coins so i think we can get a lot of Pawpoints!

M: Are you sure.... Ok.

5 mins later

F: Have you sent it back?

M: I did. Like, long ago.

F: OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOST MY BED.


Don't laugh at us please F reckons the creators of PS are watching over everyone playing in the world and they decided to confiscate the most expensive item we as mild cheaters were trading. F's bed never got to him. In the end I gave him my bed and when you see Mimi sleeping on the floor, have a kind heart and give me a bed please.

Am feeling random.

Train of thought is so jumbled up it derailed. Have a lot of things to blog about but when fingers touch the keyboard, writer's block descends. Been thinking about my life recently. Most people look back 10 years and go, 'Omg, what was I thinking wearing that disaster' I look back 2 months. And I don't mean it as a good thing. My mindset, opinions change so quickly I don't know where to turn, where to look. Something that seemed like a good idea 10mins ago sucked now.

Last night. Late in bed. Qt all tuckered out. Arm around me. I started thinking... 3 years ago, what I did then seemed pretty... nothing to me. Looking back now, I was a monster. Inexcusable. Apologizing, explaining - all useless now. We all think we're so smart, at 9, 13, 15 years old. But truth is, we do grow, and experience makes us stronger, and way smarter.

So listen to your mom.