You know what is cruel?

Cruel is saying things that melt my heart, doing sweet things that make me cry, making me think that we are friends, letting you in only to have you walk out in the end.

Cruel is making me believe I had you to count on when nobody's there, and then taking it all away.

How could you?

I was with Edward in my happy place.

-Bella

Credit: FashionToast


Am flabbergasted.

Just heard from Danny that our exams (ie. the papers I have to pass) the ONLY two ones are on Wednesday.

Wednesday, like - Tuesday, Wednesday.

Just as I've printed, mounted the stupid logos and ran around the whole school, time stamped, and handed in my logo boards and already ready to bum around at home after an exhausting project, Life goes, OH, HERE'S ANOTHER ONE!

Lots and lots to do. Feel like stabbing myself. F21 package at Vpost, it's calling me to order other stuff to join it because it's feeling lonely AND I can save on base charges!

Therefore, shopping first.

Speaking of shopping, someone somewhere in this world finally had a revelation and made
Confessions Of A Shopaholic into a movie! So happy... Hope it goes into the entire series.

Kbye ASOS calls.

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.