Photos from Sheik Haikel's birthday party at Zouk. Way overdue. Didn't stay there long, but F and I shared a tray of apple shooters. Chemical cretins, that's what they are.

My hair looks weird in the second picture though. Whatever. This is the hairstyle I've kept the longest. These photos were taken like... I think at least 2 months back and I'm still in this same hair. I usually get bored and go to the hairdresser's like, every month. Haha.

Whatev I needa study for medsoc boo.

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Ok, so am loading Scary Movie 3 to watch while shredding my white tank later.

Today woke up late and realised the folks once again abandoned F and I. However we left for Marina Sq for dinner with the Godfamily. (Godbrother, Benjamin's birthday) at some sukiyakiyoki that Momo saw on telly. (I know)

BUT IT WAS AWESOME. Ok maybe not the whole no-reservations-so-the-1.5hours-wait, not the food BUT THE ICE CREAM PART OF IT.

So like, there's two parts of the dinner. First you have steamboat and bbq buffet, (the food sucked but the soup base's awesome possum) THEN you change to the ice cream table. Pictures are not with me cos er. Forgot it in when whole family was yelling ARE YOU DONE?? at me. Not funny.

There's this cold thing that looks like a nicer version of the bbq part, and you get creamy liquids served in glasses that's supposed to BECOME the ice cream. You also get spatula thingies, that help you MAKE YOUR OWN ICE CREAM!

Awesome, it was just like my own real life Cooking Mama.

Topshop studded boots
Credits: FashionToast

Had to take this pic off FT cos it is no longer on Topshop's website. Boo.

Anyway, am pretty sad cos after being so happy, thinking about it throughout dinner and returning to Topshop after we were done to get it, the studded boots' smallest size was a 6. And it wasn't a small size either, I could fit into a size 3 in that cutting man... It looked so fab and was totally comfortable and had a price range in the healthy hundreds. So I delibrated. It will be my 5th pair of ankle boots. And yes, Life is so rad it just have to do this to me once I've decided.

By the way, what's up with Topshop and all it's Chinese National workers?!?!?

**Take today as er, yesterday.**

Ok so today was one of those woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed days.

Woke up at 3pm and hey, no one's home. Funny, since I came home last night to hang out with my folks. Bummed around with F till were both starving. So coming to the revelation that the 'rents are not returning anytime soon we headed to NorthPoint's extension mall.

For the first time in a long time, ate HK Cafe. Food wasn't satisfying - which made my day even worse cos I HATE wasting calories or disappointing foods (i.e. food that you don't go woah... when you eat it and pine when you've finished it). Feeling bored and dissatisfied F and I walked around. Ok. Walked around, as in. The bare 3 levels of the extension. Wow. All kitschy shops like Jean Accessories. Ha ha. Ok wait no, Jean accessories is good for hairpins.

On the 4th level, F and I were so excited at the new library! Although it was a little... well little. Lots of kids and oldies yadda yadda. Indifferent, we persevered in our fruitless search for GG and Zoey Deans. Sighted 3 boorish looking morons. (Normally don't notice this kind of vermin but they were talking too loud in a too quiet library to not notice)

BLM 1: 'Yadda yaddas about girl with boyfriend'

BLM 2: Aiyah look att hur skin lahz. Lateh pass to uz.

BLM 3: 'Giggles'

I SWEAR, I have never been so hurt in my entire life. Seriously, I was just having an allergy reaction, which happens when I eat seafood. And HELLO, I CAN HEAR YOU. And so can the 23982479812 people around me. Honestly, I was stunned and appalled because besides being extremely rude and ignorant, it was just so CRUEL.

(Digression: At that moment, I was having a total epiphany about how black people must feel when they get discriminated against and people tell them LOVE WHO YOU ARE and WE ARE ALL THE SAME but it doesn't help a notch, actually.)

Anyway, before I could unleash the torrent of stuff like OH DON'T COME NEAR ME I DON'T WANT YOUR POOR PEOPLE'S GERMS AND TALKING ABOUT INFECTIOUS, THAT THING ON YOUR NECK LOOKS NASTY. OH SORRY, WHAT? IT'S YOUR HEAD? MY BAD, MAN. OH WAIT, YOUR BAD, YOU SCARED ME FIRST F pulled me away in search of James Patterson (he didn't notice them).

They had like those weird rebonded hair that weird loser guys go for? Erm. Like. Weird loser guys who think that they're girls? Something like that. And one of them was fat. (I don't discriminate against fat people, they stomp on my dinky toes first. ) and the last one... Jesus Christ, Nottie exist in Singapore! And they had this aura around them that goes 'I am just hanging around here cos in case any ah lians come, they can walk around and pretend to look for children's books, and then i can ask for their numbers. why yes, of course i can read, i'm here to check out if there's an easier alphabets book. Heh.'

Anyway, I gave them the finger.

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On Friday, F and I were in town for some Cotton On shopping!

If you're wondering why I'm so excited - it's because I don't usually go into Cotton On and recently I just keep seeing the exercise shorts, you know the one that looks like a posher version of FBTs? And I just HAD to get them.

There was so many people it caused a lack of oxygen.

I hate crowds, especially when I'm shopping but for those cute shorts, I held on. And i bought two pairs - size 6 denim and black plain ones. Was kind of disappointed, cos I wanted the nautical print one but there was only size 12. Bought two tanks too.

Amazingly, when the counter rang them up it was ALL on half price! So everything was for ten bucks.

And I saw a malay girl in front of me walking off with her stuff INSIDE a canvas bag... and I just had to ask for one too.

When the guy scanned the bag then I realised it was another charity gimmick and I just paid 2 bucks for a cheap canvas bag.

OH WAIT!
I have another rant.

Ok, so yours truly have zipped up a pair of Size Zero (0) Abercrombie jeans ok, and on average wears about US size 2, and UK 6. So imagine my horror when I went home (couldn't be bothered to try on the clothes there cos the queue was a tired, grouchy snake) and the size 6 fitted like short tights. Quite cute la, like those retro bike shorts Momo always wears, but I wanted them to be loose and cute and comfy. Was feeling extremely fat and all. Z.

WTF PUHLEAZE. ISN'T AUSSIE SIZING BIGGER?
(Sorry, just had to say that)

It's nearly 7am, I'm out.

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.

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