VC; striking intrigue

Everybody - put up your hands

2009-02-09T22:22:00.003+08:00

A12 totally takes the cake.

I think the people around me can heave a sigh of relief, not a big one, but still one nevertheless.

Questionaire

2009-02-06T22:21:00.004+08:00

One of these things.

How old do you wish you were?
- I'm quite happy with my current age, at the moment, actually. Am over the whole "I wanna be older" phase.

Where were you when 9/11 happened?
- I can't really remember, though i recall watching it on the news with my parents at night.

What would you do when vending machines steal your money?
- Uhh jab the return button really hard then kick the machine. Or not.

Do you consider yourself kind?
- There are kinder people out there, but i definitely have a conscience.

If you would get a tattoo, what part of your body would you get it on?
- Base of neck, center of back, shoulder blades. Take your pick. But i would never, though.

If you could be fluent in any other language,what would it be?
- French, German, Japanese, Russian. Choose one.

Do you know your neighbors?
- Yeah, i guess. They just moved in like, a month ago. I met the daughter in the lift earlier. We're on courteous terms.

What do you consider a vacation?
- Total, complete, and uninterrupted relaxation.

Do you follow your horoscope?
- Not religiously, i do read if i come across it.

Would you move for the person you loved?
- Probably, if i love said person enough.

Do you believe that opposites attract?
- Only to a certain extent. I believe more in partners having traits that complement each other.

Dream job?
- Emmanuelle Alt's. Or Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada. Or Samantha Brown's job on Discovery Travel & Living.

Favorite channel?
- 16, 20, 27

Have you ever attempted suicide?
- Nope. But the thought is entertaining.

Favorite place to go on weekends?
- None in particular, i'm basically fine going anywhere, as long as it's with fun people.

Showers or Baths?
- Showers, lately. No time for baths anymore.

Do you paint your nails?
- Yeah, but now they're bare cos school's bloody started.

Do you trust people easily?
- Sometimes too easily, sometimes not at all.

Do you keep a handwritten journal?
- Yes.

Where would you rather be right now?
- AC

Who makes you feel guilty?
- The parentals.

Heavy or light sleep?
- Heavy would be nice.

Are you paranoid?
- You can say that.

Are you impatient?
- Without a doubt.

Whats your life motto?
- I don't have one at the moment. Though it's probably something like "Victory at all costs."

Whats your main ringtone on your phone?
- Some ringtone that came with the phone, it doesn't let me use music.

What were you doing at midnight last night?
- Talking to Elaina on the phone. I think? Or maybe it was Eunice.

Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
- My own. Haha i find this question highly amusing.

What colour shirt are you wearing?
- Black.

MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED?
- Bride Wars, with Su-Lynn.

NAME 3 THINGS THAT YOU HAVE ON YOU AT ALL TIMES
- Phone, Wallet, Kiehl's #1 Lip Balm

COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEETS
- White at the moment.

HOW MUCH CASH DO YOU HAVE ON YOU RIGHT NOW?
- Very little. I spent it on Ajisen with Mel earlier in the afternoon, Teen Vogue at Borders, and the cab fare home.

What is your favorite part of the chicken?
- Wings, breast meat.

What's your favorite town/city?
- Christchurch in New Zealand. Super laidback.

When was the last time you saw your mom?
- Less than 5 minutes ago. She came into my room looking for dark glasses.

When was the last time you saw your dad?
- Something like 2 hours ago. He laughed at my sun burn.

When was the last time you talked to them?
- See above.

What did you eat for dinner last night?
- Fried udon.

Are you in love?
- Can one truly love?

Is your phone a flip or a handset?
- Right now, a handsent. But i adore flips.

Do you love ice-cream?
- Of course, make a B&J date with me anytime.

Has someone told you anything shocking lately?
- Haha no, but i've told someone something shocking lately.

Do you watch TV?
- Occasionally, when there's really nothing to do. Most of the shows can be found online now.

Who's your desktop?
- Irina Lazareanu.

Does life suck?
- Honestly? Yes.

Anyone you particularly detest?
- No, life may suck, but its too short to waste effort hating.

Do you find yourself intellectually lacking?
- Always. I haven't met anyone who isn't either, and i think the intellect is something that thrives on progress.

Ever said anything stupid?
- Many times. My friends quote me sometimes to remind me.

Any last words?
- I am suddenly overwelmed by an inexplicable nostalgia.

Quotes from Sigmund Freud

2009-02-05T22:12:00.000+08:00

It's all about them words

"What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree."

"Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces."

"One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be “happy” is not included in the plan of “Creation.”"

"The goal towards which the pleasure principle impels us - of becoming happy - is not attainable: yet we may not - nay, cannot - give up the efforts to come nearer to realization of it by some means or other. "

The bottomline

2009-02-04T23:52:00.002+08:00

The saddest part of this whole thing is i would've been so, so proud to call myself an ACSian.

2009-02-04T00:53:00.001+08:00

Bridges are burned, now is your turn to cry.

2009-02-02T23:47:00.001+08:00

Why?

Riding the great wave

2009-01-29T23:26:00.003+08:00

Maybe the sea of uncertainty isn't such a bad place to be, because when you drop the anchor and step on land, the inevitable will come knocking.

Beyond the world, till the end of time

2009-01-08T01:06:00.004+08:00

Running in circles, chasing our tails - coming back as we are

We don't always welcome change. It is in our nature to gravitate towards the familiar. But some things can't be helped, and change is one of those things that we simply have to learn to accept.

Come Monday, the 12th of January 2009, everything will change.

"So when are results coming out?"

"Next Monday."

"Well, are you nervous?"

"Absolutely terrified."

I think the only other time i've ever felt this kind of fear was around the same time last year when i was getting back Chinese O's results. It is as if the rest of my life is hanging in the balance, and in that one moment, when i flip the sheet of paper over, and my eyes focus on that number, everything will be carved in stone. And to answer the silent question, yes, i am being a bit theatrical.

I never really thought it would conclude so quickly. But who am i to deem it quick? These past eight weeks have been like limbo, a sort-of vacation from reality, because we're so numb with freedom that the light of day blends into the black of night. We forget what it was like to wake up when it was still dark out, and see streaks of pink and orange paint the morning sky. I think we all wanted to accomplish so much. I know some of us did. The grandest of plans only come true half the time, and this short-lived period of complete liberation will slowly fall away like fine sand through our tightly clasped fingers...there are some things we can't hold on to forever.

I will not lie. My pulse accelerates as the vines of dread and worry snake their way across my very being.

On a much, much lighter note; I am in love with the new absolutely tortured, totally broken, and completely fucked up Chuck Bass. He makes soulless the new sexy.

2009 has officially arrived

2009-01-04T01:28:00.003+08:00

And no one has to know - i'm your getaway

First up: Happy new year, my darlings. I am crossing my fingers and praying hard that this year will be the best one yet. It certainly has the potential to be. But then again, we all know how things can change in an instant, and every moment of genuine joy is even more fleeting than the last. I shall not proceed with this thread of thought any further.

It is currently 1.31am on Sunday morning, and when i wake up in 7 or 8 hours, i'm going to regret staying up so late. One other thing i also regret is having that freaking Belgian Choc IB from Coffee Bean just now. Shit, i can't drink from that place anymore. I should give my card to someone else who'll put it to better use. Anyway here i am semi-sleepy, running on caffeine, and lusting after designer jackets.

I'm only posting fourth day into the new year because i wasn't sure if i wanted to commit to blogging here for the rest of '09. Honestly.

Moving on; been hearing word that results'll be out anytime from the 9th to the 12th, the speculations vary. Its driving me insane. I can't even explain this...this paranoia (according to some).

Went Vivo in the evening with Daddy and the twins to shop for Chinese New Year. All i ended up buying was another vest (as if i don't already have enough of those), a mustard halter (that colour is so freaking dubious, i swear), and about six necklaces. Oh, and i need new Wayfarers, cos i broke mine in Vietnam. Oversized would be nice.

Had chill time the other day (like finally), caught No Reservations and Wicker Park on dvd. And of course, more episodes of The Hills season 4. It seems i'm never going to finish that bloody show.

Alright, off to dreamland.

heels on treadmills

2008-12-28T22:31:00.003+08:00

You got me going, you're oh-so-charming

So i was absent-mindedly thinking about how to familiarise myself with walking in ridiculously high heels (i'm talking 4.5 inches, maybe higher; blame it on the Carrie Bradshaw influence), and the most bizarre of ideas came up. I could maybe take them to the gym, strap them on, and get on the treadmill with the speed turned down to like, less than 2mph. Obviously i'm not going to run or do anything potentially ankle-joint threatening or dangerous, but when i flipped the thought around a few times, it seems both unspeakably retarded and incredibly brilliant. I really can't decide which. It also occurred to me that this might be a somewhat masochistic way of breaking into the skyscraper league, talk about modern tortue. I'm pretty sure the other gym-users will have a field day.

It was just an idea, don't take me too seriously. I think i'll probably break out my black bad boys to wear while tottering around town soon enough.

(Btw, am obsessed with chocolate mint cookies from Cookie Culture. They are bloody wonderful.)

I've been experiencing a whole lot of i-have-nothing-to-wear vibes from my wardrobe lately. Seriously needs to go shopping, i miss my townnn.

Okay goodbye, i have shitloads of other things to do.

Post-Boxing-Day

2008-12-27T22:20:00.002+08:00

Lover, you should've come over

Don't really know why i'm here, but this is where my brain, which happens to be in autopilot mode, led me. I think it might be the subcionsciously aching need to write, you know, string sentences together in grammatically correct fashion, or maybe its the fact that 2008 is coming to an end. And while i'm not the most sentimental of people, i can't help but feel slightly emotional at the prospect of facing the closure of yet another chapter. A very lengthy and eventful one at that.

So many things have happened this year. Great things, milestone-worthy things, difficult things. Tests of immense mental strength and inpenetratable faith. Sporadic struggles with moments of self-doubt and psychological chaos. Amazing experiences, closer friendships, better perspective on life in general.

Another thing. I've decided to stop caring about how pathetic and narrow-minded our society is. Fashion was never meant to be practical, seriously, how fucking practical are John Galliano and Christian Lacroix's haute couture creations to begin with? The only place they can be worn is when one has garnered a Best Actress nomination on Oscar night, and is able to pull off the look with enviable aplomb (Charlize Theron, 2006 in Dior Couture). Really. I've often wished that this country possessed the diversity of Tokyo culture. You have the minimalists, the fashionistas, the youngsters in costume, and the young adults in edgy streetwear. What's not to like? The whole city is just throbbing with energy and bursts of sensational colour. I really should spend a few years living there at some point in my life.

Btw, i completely overestimated myself. 4.5-inch heels are seriously no joke.

the twilight movie massacre

2008-12-25T00:29:00.006+08:00

I could bind your beautiful wrists

"This is called multi-tasking in the Power Bitch world."

Shit, i love Kelly Cutrone. I pretty much semi-worship her innovation and i-fucking-own-you persona.

I've just been so insanely busy and exhausted lately. Had a brief moment with Elaina today, haven't seen her in ages. Oh, and my stuff finally arrived this morning. The guy was about to dial up when i walked out the door, talk about coincidence. And of phone conversations i've been having at night...

"Here's a task."

I think i need to start seriously updating. The year's gonna be over before i know it, how unbelievably fast does time fly?

Twilight last week was bullshit, by the way. At the rate their going, they should just leave the novels untouched. I don't know what i'll do if they massacre Eclipse. Robert Pattinson is so, so wrong for Edward. His acting was so bad it was almost excruciating, especially that scene in biology class. I always saw Edward as more elegant, Pattinson did him such a great injustice. Kristin Stewart as Bella was a nightmare, i don't even think i want to elaborate any further, except to say she played Bella with an infuriating air that makes people want to tighten their fists so hard you leave finger nail marks on your palms.

Rosalie and Jasper? I understand with perfect clarity the need for comic relief, don't get me wrong, but isn't Rosalie suppose to be some sort of a time-transcending beauty? Nikki Reed was ridiculously off tangent i can't even count the number of times i looked away from the screen, so great was my derision. Jasper. Where do i begin? Firstly, throughout the entire duration of the movie, his face had only one expression: that of the permanently shocked. It was so bad that when he said "Pleasure to meet you" in the scene where Edward took Bella home to meet his family, i laughed till i cried.

The main problem with the film was its utter and complete lack of depth. The novel was gloriously engaging and the characters themselves irresistibly enthralling in their own ways, the film didn't even pale in comparison, because there was no comparison. The dialogue, though they tried to draw from the book, was shallow. I can't say the pace of the film was slow, but it progressed such that one fidgets in their seat and wonders when the real action will take place.

My only consolation is Emmett, cos Kellen Lutz as Emmett is freaking hot.

One other thing. I watched it in Lido1. During the cafeteria scene when Jessica was giving Bella a running commentary on the Cullens, 98% of the girls in the cinema screamed when Edward walked through the door. I shit you not. It was like "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" followed by "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the first few times Edward was on screen. I cannot tell you how retarded it was, because it was too fucking retarded for words.

Now, if only Steven Strait can play Jacob Black in New Moon...we've already seen how he rocks long hair in 10,000BC, haven't we?

~*~

I just looked at the time, 1.22am.

Merry Christmas, everyone. I can't believe this day is here.

Suffering from...a severe lack of time

2008-12-18T12:01:00.004+08:00

I think town is like my second home now. It's not even funny. And before i change and get ready to head out to the forementioned place yet again, let me post the backstage shots from the Balmain show. I only found them a few weeks ago, and should probably put them up before i accidentally delete them or do something stupid. Take a closer look at the detail, seriously, i can't get enough of those fabulous jackets.

Btw, Bebe's having a sale now, lots of Herve Leger-esque bandage dresses on the reduced racks. And my other almost-prom dress that is just too insane and glamrock-wonderful for words.

Starbucks' Toffee Nut and Dark Cherry Mocha rock major (: Oh, i bought another dress again. It's pretty. Very Sex And The City meets My Super Sweet 16. I'll leave it up to your imagination.

Okay, i'm off. Au revoir.

P.S. Have you ever thought about what exactly it is that you spend the most money on? I came up with my list, in no particular order whatsoever:

-Clothes

-Cabs

-Coffee

P.P.S. I'm out of my Brody phase now.

Brody ftw

2008-12-14T23:16:00.003+08:00

Goodbye my almost lover

Oh shit, i was supposed to be done updating about Vietnam today, but the photos aren't even uploaded. And OMG, I TOTALLY HEART BRODY.
No shit, though i might take this back soon enough, you never know, and neither do i. (Meixi says i'm watching shallow shows that endorse people who are famous for being famous)

Btw, i just bought two dresses in two days. I have my eye on another two.
MAJOR MANGO SALE = GET YOUR ASSES DOWN THERE.

For the love of...Jack & Lazaro

2008-12-13T21:20:00.003+08:00

You'll fall again and it will feel so fast

Okay, so the Vietnam post is in the works. I got back yesterday. Actually thought i would be done by today, but i was distracted by a highly unfortunate little incident. Damage control (screaming at the respective parties responsible) has been done, so the whole matter is settled. I have new obsessions to contend with now, namely the Proenza Schouler PS1 messenger carryall, which is touted to be unisex - guys, take note. There's a python version as well, simply too delicious for words. No, this bag hasn't usurped the Balenciaga Motorcycle Lariat, the Chanel 2.55, the Miu Miu Coffer and the grande dame of bags, the Hermes Birkin, in my heart, but it certainly has caught my eye.

Totally TDF: Victoria Beckham in Balmain

2008-12-07T17:48:00.009+08:00

There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff

Had 1/3 of a packet of Oreos dunked in chocolate milk after my five-day self-imposed "diet for the ill" of water and apple+carrot juice.

Just read the Vietnam itinerary, should really be packing at the moment

Wishes this tiny god-forsaken island had four seasons. Consider the potential of a white Christmas, ski trips during the weekend, and seasonal layering. Yeah, i'm talking boots, trenches, sweaters, knit tights, etc.

Has a list of songs to download, lazy to get down to it.

Is wondering if anywhere in Singapore sells black glossy/ lame/ pvc-ish/ vinyl/ latex leggings, cos would really love a pair

Wants a black leather motorcycle jacket pretty bad, but knows they are completely impractical in this utterly tragic tropic climate

Still thinks having a chihuahua would be cute, though would probably get tired of the damn creature in a week or so

Has yet to get over the fact that professional swimmers have great bodies, and Alain is totally yummy

Am glad was one of the first few to get into animal print denim. Black River Island snakeskin-print skinnies have yet to take a trip out though. Also in love with Kate Moss x Topshop reptile-print blazer.

Thinks Givenchy is inspiring

Feels completely cheated cos Daddy wanted to sub his platinum reserved AmEx card for me, but got told that the minimum age was 18

Is so not ready for Christmas

This is Victoria Beckham in the January'09 issue of Harper's Bazaar USA, in the dress Raquel Zimmermann wore down the catwalk at the Balmain Spring/Summer 2009 show at the recent Paris Fashion Week. Shit you not, Christophe Decarnin's work looks amazing on Posh. Absolutely TDF.

85% Receovered

2008-12-06T18:55:00.004+08:00

Are you jaded? You're appreciated

I'm trying to squeeze blogging into that interlude between having dinner and taking a shower, because i'm paranoid enough to believe that i'll get...indigestion, or something of the like if i shower immediately after dinner.

Anyway, been sick for the past few days, thank god i didn't lose my voice, though its currently a few octaves lower than normal, which is really how i like it. Yeah, i have a thing for deep/ husky/ throaty/ raspy voices, think Chad Kroeger and Austin Winkler - they sound insanely sexy. Basically just felt like disconnecting myself from the world to "be with my thoughts" (lmao), no reason or weirdness going on, i think we all kinda need to take breaks and call a time-out every once in awhile.

Currently on the look-out for major chick lit, i should hit the library or something. Reading East Of Eden by John Steinbeck at the moment, so i've definitely earned the right to fill my head with mundane, girly stuff for a little bit. Will probably hop on to the Russian Lit train after that, i've got Dostoevsky and Nabokov next on the reading list, can't wait.

Went to catch Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist with Belle & Rachel today, the movie was utterly hilarious, and probably because Michael Cera was acting in it, i was reminded of Juno to a certain extent. Ahhh its so cute to have a boyfriend that makes you mix CDs. Absolutely dying to get my hands on the original soundtrack. And omfg, Rafi Gavron might quite possibly be the new love *grins manically*

So to the Viet it is on Monday, and then i'll get right down to catching up with all the people i've missed/ haven't hung out with in a long time/ promised to hang out with/ would like to do something exciting, whatever, anything. Who's up for G-Max, baby???

Sucks to be sick

2008-12-02T16:22:00.002+08:00

Wishing, waiting, wanting

Had to kill plans to head town-ways with Elaina, Belle and Amelia today. Am down with a slight fever and sore throat. It's seriously no fun to cough so hard your eyes water. Photo upload will have to wait. Hopefully i'll get better soon enough.

Gunning for victory

2008-12-01T19:03:00.004+08:00

van Persie may have stolen the show, but Fabregas stole my heart

Yeah okay, Chelsea didn't win, and the one measly goal they had to their name last night was an own goal by Arsenal, which when you think about it, sounds really pathetic, but we won't go there. I seriously miss the era of Jose Mourinho, cocky as he may be, he certainly brought flavour and efficiency to the Blues. Oh, and Rachel & i agreed that Denilson reminds us of Ronaldo - hope Sha's reading this!

Sunday complaints & pre-match excitement

2008-11-30T20:08:00.007+08:00

Our lives are changing lanes

You have NO IDEA how tedious it is to upload photos. I think i've been sitting here for two hours just rearranging them. And then after about 20 photos in, i realised stuff like ImageShack and Photobucket existed, and wasn't sure if the whole thing would turn out weird if i used Photobucket for the other half. So i don't know how many i've managed to upload, but there's a hell lot of it, and i'll just continue tomorrow or something.

Btw, Hotmail is being an utter bitch. I'm trying to reply Sha's email, but it won't let me. Plans to head down to Haji Lane with MX were totally axed when the rain came. Haji's no fun at all in wet weather anyway.

Can't wait for Gossip Girl episode 12 to come out, i'm just itching to click Play and watch more Chuck-Blair moments.

And i keep playing with the idea of doing something to my hair. Maybe soft waves. Maybe i'll have it all chopped off a la Keira Knightley in Domino (yeah right). It's just so boring.

Lastly, Hedi Slimane's fashion diary is pretty damn amazing, though there are some shots with the models holding cigarettes which i totally didn't dig; i think it sends out all the wrong ideas and endorses smoking on a level that simply isn't healthy. No wonder my boy Joel Madden loves Dior Homme so much. And btw, there's a great shot of Coco Rocha in there.

Okay, you must be wondering why there're double photos of the guy with silver hair. There's just something about him that i can't place. He has the kind of stare that simultaneously pins you to the ground and makes you catch your breath. Not to mention how if i saw him on the street, i wouldn't just look twice, i'd turn around and outright stare. Oh, and i also adore the stud detail on his leather motorcycle vest.

Chelsea Vs Arsenal later, i love both, but the boys in blue have my support. Though i would really like Fabregas to score, Chelsea absolutely have to maintain table-top. They have too many injuries, not to mention how Liverpool are beginning to seem like a major threat.

Early arrival on home ground

2008-11-29T15:04:00.005+08:00

I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire

You have no idea how awesome it felt to be touching down at Changi in an SQ. Really good to be home, the freaking anti-government protestors totally killed my shopping plans after they laid seige to the Bangkok International Airport.

So anyway, the bottomline is i'm back, and will be here until the 8th. Will be taking off for Vietnam to feed orphans (okay, i'm kidding) until the 12th, then am staying put in the country. Daddy's idea of fun is to go island-hopping in Vietnam, and at the risk of sounding completely ignorant, isn't Vietnam like, Third World or something? Okay, but it's some UNESCO World Heritage Site thing, so it should be fine.

And if the people in Vietnam are anything like the Thais, i'll be more than happy to visit their country. Krabi was awesome. Not many people seem to know about it because Phuket is the more popular and commercialised holiday destination when we talk about beach getaways in Thailand, but the family loves the whole "total relaxation by the sea" idea, hence places like Krabi, and previously, Redang in June.

I actually had the fantastic/retarded (take your pick) idea of doing a travel vlog, but the cables for the Sony video cam are totally MIA, and Daddy isn't very pleased. Nevertheless, i have photos, and though i suck at posting holiday photos, i'll try to upload a few soon.

Before i forget, you must be wondering how i left Thailand, and i will wholly attribute this to quick-thinking on Daddy's part, otherwise we would've been stuck there till Tuesday/ when they open up the military airport for commercial flights to land/ Somchai freaking quits because everyone hates him. Basically, after having CNA and CNN on 24/7 in both our hotel rooms, we kinda realised that the airport situation was pretty serious, and besides, we couldn't go to Bangkok from Krabi either cos all flights to and from there were cancelled.

The first idea was to fly domestically from Krabi to Phuket, and then homewards, but that idea fell through cos apparently Krabi airport only does flights to Bangkok International. So the second more genius idea was road trip. Krabi's located almost at the southern tip of Thailand anyway, so the whole of yesterday was spent sleeping/ making a road trip playlist on my iPod while the van Sheraton hired for us bumped along the dirt roads and sped past rubber plantations. I spotted the odd cow/ ox/ mule or two lurking idly in the grass fields in between what little Z's i managed to grab, and i always find these things amusing in their little way. Maybe it's the fondness i possess for the fantastic NZ road trip the family did in June '06 that's responsible, but then i am digressing.

No photos from the road trip because the camera was stowed away and no one was feeling particularly photogenic. It was all rather exhausting, really. I mostly alternated between exhuasted and restless, and sporadically re-tied my hair and played with the orchid i stuck in it the morning we left. There were not as many rest stops as i would've liked or been more comfortable with, but we did make it from Krabi to Hatyai, and then from Hatyai to Penang, via the road, in time to catch our SQ flight home from the Penang airport at 2115 hours.

I was pretty cranky by then, and no one prepared any ringgit, and there was all the hassle of ticket collection and checking-in, Daddy refused to let me buy a latte even though i spotted a Coffee Bean that beckoned comfortingly at me, never mind that i've temporarily switched my loyalties to Starbucks. I honestly don't think the whole set-up would've been possible if not for the copious amounts of Trident gum i was surviving on, my soft black velour jacket and us kids' (Ryan, Joel and I) ability to adapt to road trip conditions almost automatically, having been well-versed in the art of its appropriate motions (sleep a lot, drink enough water to not be thirsty but not too much that you need to pee frequently, try not to annoy the driver). The bros have this innate ability to sleep anywhere, especially on a moving vehicle, something i'm unfortunately not blessed with, which resulted in me staring out the window at the passing scenery with bloodshot eyes, randomly touching a fingertip to the glass each time i saw an animal munching grass or crossing the road, while everyone caught up on their shut-eye.

Without forgetting, while checking out of the Sheraton Resort, one of the hotel staff approached Daddy and asked if he minded if this Japanese lady travelled with us to Penang, and then to Changi. She needed to get to Narita, and the situation in Bangkok made that impossible. She was on her own, and the entire family welcomed her on board. She introduced herself as Sakamoto, and was very pleasant and reserved. She thanked Daddy profusely, and tried to pay Mummy while we collected our luggage from the conveyor belt in T3. Obviously the parentals told her no worries, they were happy to help. She was very Jap, btw, the way you expect traditional Jap women to be. Though the one thing i noticed was her interesting use of layers. It was all black on black, but they worked very well for her. She played with length and proportion effortlessly, i didn't fancy the dress + trousers combination very much, but she had on this amazing black knit hooded cardigan with three-quarter sleevs, and i'm guessing it was a top, this long-sleeved black top underneath which had the whole fingerless-glove thing going with tiny white lace ruffle accents. Unbelievably chic, only the Japs would think of that.

Alright, have to go walk Chako now.

P.S. Yes, i totally forgot about prom. It feels like such a chore now that the high has worn off. But the night was amazing all the same, so will get to that soon.

'Sup Thailand

2008-11-25T18:08:00.001+08:00

At the Sheraton Resort in Krabi now, parentals are dealing with the tour stuff, beach activities, whatnot. First day here and it's raining, unbelievable. Can't wait for the sun to shine tmr!

So precise and so pristine

2008-11-23T13:52:00.017+08:00

The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

It's Sundayyyyy. I can't believe another week's passed. Um, i think i need to get a job soon. Seriously. And yes, yes, contrary to popular belief, i actually have a conscience. I can't keep forcing my parents to fund my hedonistic lifestyle. Even if they're totally cool with it, I'm starting to not be. Have i finlly grown up? I don't know. But the prospect of working isn't very...attractive, to be completely honest.

Anyway, summary of my week.

Monday, 17th November 2008

Pool session with Eunice. Well, i was the only one doing laps actually. She kinda just bobbed about and poked me. Promised E that i would be there if any shit went down, so kept my word. Pretty fun.

Tuesday, 18th November 2008

Spent the afternoon baking cookies, if you read the earlier post, you should know how that turned out. Went to Steph's place to play mj with her, Belle and Ruby. Belle won the lot. I was so bad, seriously. I couldn't even freaking concentrate. Changed, convinced Ruby to come with us. Went to Raffles City for dinner. Belle had Thai Express with Steph. Didn't feel like eating heavy. Omfg, Chippy is the single most unhealthiest food ever. Ruby and i just watched in horror as the guy prepared our fish & chips. I need to go swimming, pronto.

Cabbed to Far East Square to catch Das Experiment: The Black Box. Totally emotionally harrowing, Ruby & i were grabbing each other like, OMG WTF HE CAN'T DO THATTT. Gave Mel cookies during interval, hahaha. Cabbed to Ruby's after the play, and Daddy picked me up from there. No photos for today cos i completely forgot i had my camera with me.

Wednesday, 19th November 2008

Town with Meixi to go "job-hunting", shit you not. It actually involved spending a huge amount of time chilling at Starbucks while catching up over venti-sized Java Chip frapp and Green Tea Latte. The only real job-hunting occurred when we traipsed over to Wheelock via the underground to enquire if Borders were hiring, and got directed to their main office where a very bitchy lady with the wrong shade of lipstick informed us that the window for job applications had closed last week. Feeling suitably demoralised, not to mention it was raining in Orchard again, we headed over to Kino at Ngee Ann City amidst my incessant whining and theatrical proclaimations that "getting a job is a really bad idea". MX ploughed on determinedly nevertheless. At one point, i actually said "Omg, i feel like we're on The Simple Life." Bimbo moment, much? Part Deux of "job-hunting" basically entailed MX marching up to the information counter at Kino, where they told us to call the office instead. So we sat down at Coffee Club to order an Ice Passion Tea while MX worked her cellphone and i doodled on an old receipt. Left our particulars with the friendly girl on the phone. I really think it won't amount to anything, but everything's worth a shot, right?

Thursday & Friday: already updated. Go catch Body Of Lies if you have yet to do so. It's like, The Kingdom, but so much better.

Saturday, 22nd November 2008 (which was yesterday)

It turns out, i really had enough conviction to go "textile-hunting". Met Elaina at PL station, took the train down to Lavender. And because we're topographically challenged, we decided to take a cab to the Textile Centre. The driver actually laughed when we announced our desired destination. Here's why: apparently it was a five minute walk from the station, so much so that the taxi meter didn't even move. It still read $2.80 by the time we arrived.

Okay, i know this little expedition to the freaking Textile Centre is something like nine shades of random, but it was kinda a learning experience. And i'm really glad i had Elaina with me, because you have no idea how bloody paranoid i was.

"No Elaina, we can't walk down that corridor. It's suspiciously quiet. We'll get kidnapped!!!"

"Don't worry, i don't think anybody would want to kidnap you."

Another thing, "textile-hunting" was just a phrase i coined off the top of my head while on the phone with Elaina the other night. What we actually did was buy an unnecessary/ necessary (depending on how you look at it) amount of ribbons, buttons, and other whimsical stuff.

After it became clear that the Textile Centre was too much of a ghost town to wander around any longer, we decided to head off in search of Arab Street. While on the way to Arab Street, we decided to step into an interesting-looking toy shop that caught our fancy. Check out the photos. Visited every single bead shop in Arab Street, why is it that the concept of metal pyramid studs is so bloody foreign to everyone except Elaina and i??? Didn't find any of those, so guess i'll have to resort to ordering online.

Got tired of Arab Street, so wandered into Haji Lane. Our stint there was very brief cos it started raining and we decided to go home. Oh but don't worry, i'm missing the vibe at Haji already, can't wait to go back.

Okay done. I need to pack for Tuesday now.

Love, V

~*~

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear

It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier

All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas

The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

Where everything's nothing...

2008-11-23T02:05:00.001+08:00

Nice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctBoAfoLSYA

In the dead of night

2008-11-22T03:53:00.009+08:00

Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heartbreaking smile.

It's currently 3.53am, and no, i'm not a dirty little liar. The prom post is in the works, though i keep getting distracted by all the nonsensical, unimportant things that seem to fly my way. However, the big question is: Why the hell am i still up at this deathly hour? I should be tucked in and experiencing monstrous nightmares full of ghouls and other whatnots. I so have not been sleeping well lately. Anyone up for late night/ really early morning phone conversations, feel free to call. I just might entertain you if i'm in the mood.

Postponed tomorrow's (today's?? That's why i hate blogging past 12, you never know how you're suppose to refer to the days) plans to after i get back from Thailand. Yes, flying on Tuesday, will be back on 1st Dec. Hitting Krabi for chill time to unwind and enjoy the beach, then Bangkok for a few days to hook up with Pron, and of course, shop. Georgienne will be there too, wonderful coincidence. I predict fun times between us three.

Anyway, was talking to Elaina just now, was marvelling at how we talk so often that the last time i spoke to her was Tuesday, and it feels like aeons ago. She's not working tomorrow, and if i have enough conviction, we might go "textile-hunting". No, i shit you not. But don't ask. I can be random and hare-brained like that sometimes.

Today (as in Thursday), met Sharan dearest at City Hall, and though we originally intended to watch Quantum Of Solace, we ended up catching Body Of Lies instead. Really awesome, though a very important note to all: Never, and i mean Never. Ever. Drink. A Starbucks Venti Java Chip. Before. Catching. A Movie. Ever. Because even though we visited the toilet twice in the hour before the movie, i had this horrible urge to pee, and i had to hold it in for the entire duration. No shit. And i love the character of the Head of the Jordanian Secret Service. Seriously, watch it and you'll understand. He does double-breasted sharply tailored suits so effortlessly.

Other thing. It seems we've all jumped ship, hahaha. The very thought of Coffee Bean now makes my stomach turn. Starbucks ftw. And i really think ToffeeNut frap may be my new Caramel IB. As of today, i've had enough of Java Chip.

Also, i know this is ridiculously late because everyone enamoured by it has already bypassed their rabid phase and possibly gotten over it, but Christophe Decarnin is fucking fantastic.

Lily Donaldson in the second and last shot left me speechless with desire. No, i'm not gay, i just love clothes. It goes without saying that the Balmain Spring 2009 show absolutely blew me too Mars. I would totally kill for every jacket Decarnin sent down the runway. And those amazing dresses with the layered, flowing trains. Too gorgeous for words. If Paris Hilton ever gets her hands on the pink one, i will fly to Hollywood to personally commit guilt-free manslaughter. OH BTW. Paris & Benji broke up!!! Read it on JustJared a few days ago. Omfg. Will post tons of pictures of those two soon enough. I always thought they were cute together, in a sick, screwed-up way.

~*~

"But you see, just because we've been...dealt a certain hand...it doesn't mean that we can't choose to rise above - to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. To try to retain whatever essential humanity we can."

Excuses, much

2008-11-19T23:28:00.002+08:00

Calling all cars i think you've got another victim
'Cause my love has become an affliction

Okay, i admit that i'm really just making excuses. I owe this blog an effing long prom post. Totally afraid i forget anything, because there's so many details in that on it's own. And obviously i've been up to stuff for the past few days. Yes, and i won't deny that i can be a bit of a lazy bitch. Anyway, am going to deal with my hair for the earlier part of tomorrow, and maybe develop some photos? Settle the iPod problem too. But i'll be done with that by afternoon-evening-ish, which leads to how i cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die swear that i'll update after that. Also haven't uploaded prom photos on Facebook, omg.

Btw, i tried to bake cookies yesterday. So the thing is, it seems i'm the only girl in the world who didn't get the memo that cookies actually harden when they cool. You're not suppose to leave them in the oven for eternity until they harden. Because by then, they'll be burnt. I never learnt to follow instructions properly anyway. The cookies turned out alright, ask Mel, she didn't complain! Haha but then i'm guessing she was probably ravenous and couldn't care less as long as it was food. Belle actually asked, "Can they be eaten?" Yeah, my friend here as that much faith in my kitchen venture. Ruby & Steph were relatively supportive though. Okay, i'm going to try baking more tomorrow. LMAO, Vic Chan + Baking =? Complete the equation yourself.

So the cookies were suppose to be in the oven for only ten minutes, right. I left them in there for like, 15, and prodded them at two-minute intervals after the eight minute mark. In my honest opinion, they came out quite alright. Not amazingly delicious or anything, but have no fear, i'll present Attempt #2 soon enough. I think my maid was quite amused that i actually spent more than five minutes in the kitchen. Seriously.

P.S. Cannot wait to start The Tudors Season 2. Henry Cavill ftw. But Chuck Bass>Charles Brandon no matter what.

hell yeah

2008-11-14T01:16:00.004+08:00

FINALLY FOUND IT TODAY.

Yes, it. The Perfect Dress. It was absolutely cinematic, i swear. Even the light around me was all soft and golden. 8.15pm and unbelievably theatrical. But i'm completely shacked now. If i don't sleep soon, i might just collapse at prom due to chronic fatigue or over-exhaustion, and all my dress-hunting efforts will go down the drain. Back to the dress, yes. Promises to update on Saturday night, latest. Everything. From finding the dress, to prom prep, to prom pics, to post-prom activities.

P.S. My PD isn't black.

Unfuckingbelievable.

2008-11-13T00:04:00.009+08:00

I am exhausted, really. Even going to the kitchen to get a glass of water feels like a huge effort. My calf muscles are aching and my feet are sore. Pron & i took on the whole Orchard Road. And yes, P got her perfect dress.

For those that don't have an affinity for clothes, a "perfect" anything keeps you in the fitting room for ages cos you can't help admiring yourself and scrutinising every single flawless detail that is you in that garment. It makes you instantly thinner, makes the light shine differently, makes you feel like you can finally compete with the likes of Rachel Bilson/Mischa Barton/Nicole Richie/Sienna Miller/Victoria Beckham, makes you believe that Gorgeous is one card-zap away. And of course it goes without saying that coming across a "perfect" anything is annoyingly rare, which makes the occasion that much more special.

So Pron found her's yesterday, it was only a matter of checking every single Warehouse outlet on the island for a new piece with no defects. She looks gorgeous, i swear. I remember being in the neighbouring fitting room contorting my arm to zip up that blue ballerina princess dress with the jewelled bustier and tulle skirt from behind, when i heard her exclaim "Holy..." and i just knew, something in me just recognised that tone; it comprehended with undoubted clarity that Pron had most certainly found it.

Yes, it. The One. The Perfect Dress. And so after pulling on my oversized boyfriend shirt, i dashed out to check if my senses were accurate. Indeed so. There she stood smiling excitedly at her reflection of the vision that was her in that dress. I'm not always generous with compliments, i'm more of the straightforward razor-tongued type, but damn, that dress was perfect on her.

Today. Today the fashion gods answered my prayers, then decided okay, let's shit on this girl. Was in the Mango fitting area waxing lyrical about the utter fabulousness that was the dress i was wearing, so much so that when i stepped out, P was like, "Omg you look like a Pussycat Doll." (And no, i'm not necessarily going for the PCD brand of slutwear, it was more of PCD meets DSquared Spring 2008 kinda effect) While everyone knows i'd prefer Victoria Beckham any day, Nicole Scherzinger seemed like a card-zap away. Obviously we all cannot deny that Nic Scherzinger looks hot most of the time, those that worship at her altar are practically pyromaniacs.

Then my phone sounded. Message. Elaina texted to say she got a dress, some black one at Mango with sequins. I glanced at my reflection. It can't possibly be the one i was wearing, righttt. I mean, E and i are so different! So i asked, is it the black one with sequins down the sides? She texted back yeah and it has a square neckline. Black dress? Check. Mango? Check. Sequin side panels? Check. Square neckline? Check. It was too coincidental to be true. Just to confirm it, i asked E how much. Same price? Check. And oh yes, she already bought it.

So yeah, grrrreat. It was unfuckingbelievable. And just for the record, no i'm not pissed at Elaina. Duh it's not her fault she bought the dress first and everything, but i couldn't help but feel so cheated. How fucking often does the "It's perfect!" feeling ever come along? Fucking hell. It was horrible. My mood nose-dived from ecstasy to fury in less than a second. After raging came fuming, after fuming i seethed. After seething, i whined. After whining, i became positively melancholic. We walked the whole fucking town and there was no other that could compare. Pretty, frou-frou options hung in vexatious abundance, while the characteristic dress i seeked so dearly failed to make a second appearance. There was one other stunner, but P & i agreed it was extremely unsuitable for prom, too revealing and not the right people to appreciate the goods on display. Without forgetting a potential nipplegate incident, the risks were too high, and there were no rewards.

Uh huh. That leaves me at the first hour of Thursday morning (it's currently 12.53am) with still no dress, and guess what. Prom is Friday night. Tomorrow better throw up something devastatingly perfect, else i'm turning up at Prom in black snakeskin skinnies, a crisp white shirt, black vest, and black studded fingerless gloves. And i might have all my hair chopped off too, just to complete the look. How does that sound?

Ugh. You know, if it wasn't E that bought the dress, if it was some other random girl in school, i would've still bought it anyway, so confident am i of how i look in it. But its's Elaina, she's my friend! And yeah, she's been an amazing friend to me, so i owe it to her. You'd better rock that dress, E, make it worth my while!

For references, the DSquared2 Spring 2008 collection:

For emphasis: Victoria Beckham looking show-stopping in Roberto Cavalli with an Agent Provacateur bra and metallic Sergio Rossi stilettos. The other one is last year's Glamour Awards in Chanel everything.

Okay, probably unnecessary, but this is the most ideal representation of character dressing that isn't too over-the-top / bordering on crude and cheap. Maggie Q pulls it off perfectly. None of that pretty, frou-frou nonsense. But steals the show, nevertheless.

liberation is sweet

2008-11-12T02:00:00.003+08:00

Am finally free. Can't believe four years of my life has culminated into a period of a little over three weeks, which has in turn culminated into one moment. Pure, unadultered liberation is a sweet, sweet taste. Okay, it's 2am now. I need to get some shut-eye, else even huge amounts of YSL Touche Eclat will prove fruitless. Went shopping with the Pronster (or Princess P, if you please) today. Helluva good time. Love that girl. I am starting to fall face first into the laptop screen. Goodbye all. Rest assured will post more coherently very soon. Today's mission was so not accomplished. Phase 2, new location, tomorrow. The Osim iSqueez is a saviour, or else you would've received an invitation to my feet's funeral a few hours ago.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is another hunt. Fashion gods, answer my prayers.

Oh shoot its already the 12th now. Happy Birthday Mummy!

speaking too soon

2008-11-07T17:37:00.002+08:00

I thought the Lit paper was suppose to be this glorious smooth-sailing breeze of an exam, not that it was supremely difficult or anything. I just didn't feel like i walked out with 'Confirmed A1' wrapped around my little finger. Would it be absolutely hilarious if i said Physics was more of a waltz than today?

Ugh. Even style.com seems bland right now. And when does that ever happen?

Fuckkk.

MODs & Rolly Pollys

2008-11-06T13:00:00.005+08:00

Jessica Stam

Natasha Poly

Lily Donaldson

3 more papers to go, and yes, tomorrow's my pet subject, my academic baby, my forte. But no, let's not get complacent, because that happened at midyears and look what a fiasco that was. Lit prelims were great, am thankful to be going into tomorrow on that high note.

Elaina's yesterday evening, Belle's idea of a study gathering. We talked about Jem. A lot. It seems the both of them know everything there is to know about him, more than me even. All the little minute incidents, like the Rolly-Polly and whatnot. Have to go bury my nose in the book later, afraid i might be losing touch. Had dinner at the club (Eunice, where were youuu) then back to Elaina's for another round of disucssions and firing quotes at Belle.

Woke up at 11am today, first 10-hour sleep i've had in...i really don't know how long. 2 months? The bros rented You Don't Mess With the Zohan last night, and i was trying to stay clear of the living room but gave in in the end. It's so astonishing! All that crude (but somewhat humorous) sexual innuendo and comical take on terror war themes. (Hammas, Hezbollah, the Gaza Strip, etc) The bros thoroughly enjoyed it though, probably because they watch enough National Geographic and Discovery to understand all the terrorist group references.

Okay, adieu. I have a date with the King of Shadows, Robin Goodfellow and a very maligned and supposedly malevolent phantom.

~*~

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of a grey house with sad brown doors.

'Dill?'

'Mm?'

'Why do you think Boo Radley's never run off?'

Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me.

'Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to...'

musings, jared leto, tokio hotel?

2008-11-03T16:05:00.004+08:00

Save yourself - the secret is out

I secretly suspect that i possess the subconscious desire to become deaf. Like a hearing-impaired death wish of sorts, which God forbid should ever happen, because i really cannot imagine how i'd be able to cope. So yeah, touch wood. I've been blasting 30 Seconds To Mars on sound enhanced headphones for a few days now, don't ask. In some weird and completely freaky way, Jared Leto's vocals are oddly comforting, even though they probably alternate between breathing, growling and screaming, i still can't get enough of him. His voice sounds amazing on record, but i'm sorry to report that it sucks live. I don't blame him though, all that screaming does immense and severe damage to one's vocal chords, i honestly wonder how Chester Bennington manages to pull it off with such sensational aplomb.

Oh, and call me insane, but i can't get over Tokio Hotel. Not that i'm obessed or anything, i just have freaking Bill Kaulitz's vocals rasping in my ear 24/7. Which is really starting to border on annoying, because cool as he may be to screaming fangirls and ardent supporters of the androgynous guy movement; we are not amused.

Can't wait for the after-O's. But at the same time i kinda can. Will elaborate more on the thoughts spinning in my head when i'm finally done with all the papers. There's too much of it anyway, i can probably be the new poster girl for chronic insomnia, but then again, i'm glad all those sleepless nights are a thing of yesterweek. It seems i can't fully shut down the way a laptop can.

Alright, goodbye, other commitments are calling.

I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing, or give up what I
Started and stopped it, from end to beginning
A new day is coming, and I am finally free

Did we create a modern myth
Did we imagine half of it
What happened then, a thought for now

The right direction

2008-10-30T23:45:00.002+08:00

Okay, so half of it's done. Six more papers to go. I'm not going to post a blow-by-blow of how every single paper went, because it was all pretty...i don't know, perfunctory, i guess. You kind of get the hang of cover pages and calculator models and wasted marks soon enough. Of course it goes without saying that there were papers that just threw me into moments of euphoria that were almost immediately followed by some crash awakening, because reality is harsh and it interrupts happy dazes in the most cruel ways. Then there were papers that made me want to don a hair shirt (medieval toture tool) for the rest of eternity because i was being foolish and careless and absolutely moronic.

But then again, G and i were discussing, it's all over. There's no use crying over spilt milk, so don't live in the past and mull over your regrets. Look ahead, move on, find your new focus.

Oh, the brothers are at OBS now, have been since Monday. Feeling pretty stoked about my Only-Child trial. Haha, kidding, kidding.

(So what happened was i had this really long post out, but either blogger or my pc screwed up, so it's only saved up to here.)

This is the part where Victoria leaves to attend to her new Justin Timberlake-as-a-designer obsession. Y'know what, i totally, completely, regretfully, forgot to post runway stills from the S/S'09 William Rast show here. Will do that after O's, even though it might be old hat now. And Balmain! Crime to forget Balmain. You'll know what i'm talking about when the stills come up!

Au revoir!

The last one before:

2008-10-17T20:28:00.005+08:00

"What if i end up in SRJC??!" My voice was hysteria personified.

My tutor looked up from the Add Math question he was doing and said very matter-of-factly, "Don't worry, you won't go to SR."

I started giggling like a child on crack. "What?" My tutor asked without looking up.

"You say that like it's supposed to sound comforting!"

~*~

Anyway, i don't think you'll be hearing much from me in the next few weeks. Maybe once or twice, but i can't guarantee anything. I just want to take this opportunity to say thank you to everyone for their phonecalls, e-mails, text-messages of encouragement, for wishing me the best of luck, for telling me i'll be in their prayers, for letting me know how greatly they believe in my ability and potential, and for picking me up from my lowest points. Even though the next part is going to sound really cliche, words can't express the gratitude i feel, and your faith in me strengthens my own faith. For that, i am in your debt.

Until then.

HAHAHHAHA

2008-10-09T23:07:00.002+08:00

So i asked Elaina to guest-blog just now when i was over at her's. The results. Are. Hilarious. I was literally laughing out loud. Anyway that means i'll be guest-blogging for her really soon. Watch out for it!

A day with Victoria Chan.

2008-10-09T21:13:00.006+08:00

To all VC's blog readers.. Hi! I shall start out by mentioning that I've spent the WHOLE FREAKING DAY with Miss Victoria Chan Thuang Hui. One would imagine or expect that it would be a sort of enriching experience? I on the otherhand beg to differ! HAHA.

Okay! Over-exaggeration much? Hahaha the day with VC was pretty fun! We met at like Parkway Parade cause I wanted to print photos and get lunch for all of us! VC wanted to make a detour to COTTON ON so that she could look around and purchase a little coin purse thing! So yes, buying the purse! One would think, " How hard could it be?". When you're with Mrs. Hitler, VERY. I was made the human filter paper one would use in the Science lab! We had to inspect all the beige purses and eliminate those unfit or inappropriate for her highness studying over there at my puny little study table!(Btw, she so doesn't know that I took this!)

Okay yes! So back to the purses, we spent a whole like 15minutes at cotton on cause she didn't like almost every single one of the coin purse thingys. Yes I was sooooooo annoyed!!!! Hahaha screwed the whole "let's go to Marks and Spencer for chips" thing! Okay so got my pasta and got Sean and VC's macs.

HOME- Ate lunch and studied! Studying could've been more productive I suppose! Anyhoo, Sean joined the study session and what he said about VC over here made me laugh my socks off. "Man, why're you so whiny! and bossy too!!!" HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. Total LOL moment.

Anyhoo dinner was like a shitload of claypot rice!! We literally chomped down a whole mountain of it! Ahwell! Had to go meet Broc at Parkway to collect my photos! Since VC was chewing like really slowly, I went by myself! She came looking for me after her meal though! So we walked around the compound and went into the clubhouse! I realised that she'd never really been there before! Like O-M-G right? Hahaha. V says she has many many plans for my place! A post -prom party perhaps! Hmmmm. Ohwell

Proceeded to the "futuristic" playground. VC was very intrigued with the spinny metal contraption that sends one on an unimaginable joyride. It was hell spinny! VC went on first and was a total pro at it! She somehow persuaded me to get on and spun me like there was no tomorrow! As VC's like really macho strong and all, I was left on the contraption spinning and air reistance wasn't helping me much in escaping from the terrifying experience. VC finally feeling sorry for me, stopped the spinning and I immediately reached to grasp the ground? Hahahhaa.

So VC helped me with my card and all! She's really efficient when it comes to these things! (: Heh. She's left now and my room's still like a pile of crap! Ahwell!

signed,
E!

A brief synopsis

2008-10-09T19:08:00.002+08:00

Don't ever look back

'Sup all.

Hahaha i'm in E's room on her laptop now. She's made me use her funny laptop cushion thingy to prop it up AND closed me in AND switched off all the lights, except maybe for a few lamps. And i'm really starting to fall in love with her laptop, it's this great pearly white, and the buttons are so...easy.

Okay, so maybe the "considering going on hiatus" thing is pretty much shot to pieces cos i've blogged quite a few times since then, but whatever. Oh, and E's being utterly cranky/hilarious.

"Mi casa is su casa"

I think dinner's happening in a few, so i'm going. Excuse the randomness. And i need to find my study mood. Seriously. O's are coming so fast, i don't even dare to count the days now.

Gave the ACJC Openhouse a miss yesterday, then had this long conference with Broc & Elaina last night about AC. Am still wondering if i made the right choice in choosing not to check out the Openhouse? Somehow i feel like i missed out on something.

You know, a friend told me a couple of weeks ago, "To excel with flying colours, you have to live a life without it." Holds some truth, no?

Anyway, i'm currently reading The Time-Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, it's been great fun so far. I know you're probably thinking it's such an inappropriate time to be devouring novels, but i dunno, i just can't help it. I went cold turkey on books before prelims and look how English turned out. It was painfully ridiculous, to say the least.

Alright, gotta jump. Au revoir.

The Shades Series: Wayfarers

2008-10-08T13:11:00.003+08:00

About time you met the twins, and the dog. Everyone finds it so hard to believe i have siblings and a pet. It seems i exude an "only child, total brat" air, of which i greatly beg to differ.

Ryan Joel
Chako

That's all for today, folks.

VJ, E's day, graduation?

2008-10-05T19:22:00.007+08:00

Tell me you'll be there, tell me you're the cure

Gosh, these people are some of the bestest friends you could hope to have. I know "Bestest" is not really a word, but you get my point. I found two perfect candids and one hilarious photo.

"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today's like, the first day i've had in a really, really long time without the friendlets (okay, i know it sounds like piglets, but it's super cute!) Hahaha i'm sure i'll see them soon enough. I conveniently didn't turn up for tuition this morning, the idiot that i was scheduled it for Sunday 8am, thinking i would actually wake up at 7 for it. Texted the tutor and asked to postpone, but he ignored me, so to hell with it

VJ Openhouse yesterday, Elaina came over in the morning to drop her stuff off and watched Archuleta vids while waiting for me to decide what to throw on, then Mummy dropped us off. I didn't get to try out the F1 simulator, still pretty sore. Though i think the whole F1 novelty will wear off soon enough. There's always next year anyway. Did the flying fox, screamed the whole way down, it seemed like everyone was pretty surprised i had the guts to do it(!). The VJ Openhouse was fun, glad Elaina forced me to go. I would've been too lazy otherwise.

Elaina's birthday last Wednesday with the birthday girl, Mel, Claire, Belle, Rachel & Eunice was a blast too, i'm sure everyone else updated and the photos are all on E's blog. Tony Roma's for dinner, and we sang Happy Birthday for her at the top of our lungs in three different languages (two rather, for most of us, Olivia Sulaeman was the only one who could speak Bahasa). Ohh the cab ride to Suntec with Belle & Claire was friggin' hilarious. We had one of those adorable red MPV cabs, and the driver was super nice. When we were driving past Marina, they still had the cage up, so i was like, "Hey, F1 was here!" and the driver gently swerved the cab from side to side in mock-speeddrive, it was really cute.

Hmmm what else? OMG Graduated on Friday it was so overwhelming! Thursday night i was on the phone with Sha and we both confidently declared that we wouldn't shed a tear. Our proclaimations were promptly shot to pieces on Friday afternoon, hahaha. So many people were crying! Rachel & HX even, believe it or not. Amelia & Claire started the ball rolling during the graduation song, and the tears just took off from there. I have many, many genuinely red-eyed photos to show for it. Yes, much as i hate the fact that there's evidence of me crying captured on camera, i guess the emotional part just took over at that point, really had zero control.

Okay, apologies for this really long rambly post. Think of it as an update on the events of late. You won't be hearing from me much in the weeks to come.

P.S. I just logged into Facebook and Eunice uploaded all the photos too. Will post them up here another time, that girl's camera takes the nicest stuff (:

Passenger seat

2008-10-01T13:11:00.002+08:00

"It Had To Be You"

My sleep patterns are getting pretty screwed, its starting to become really disturbing. Maybe i should make friends with kids that suffer from severe ADHD, seeing as how all my child cousins are either really annoying or really shy (if you can make the link, i'll be extremely impressed).

E's birthday thingy happening in a little while, have to get ready.

Oh, and i haven't gotten the "whole stay back for study leave" memo, so am still crossing my fingers. Ms Tee stated very explicitly to me yesterday afternoon that she refuses to accept anything more than 6, so yeahhh. And note to all: Ms Tee always has the last say, and i've learnt from experience that she's kinda always right in her own way. So many people i cannot afford to disappoint. Sometimes i wonder if i'm doing enough to attain this goal.

Considering going on hiatus.

Race the night

2008-09-28T22:13:00.004+08:00

You play with fire - it's gonna burn you

The sound those engines make is the sex, baby. It probably sounds about five fucking trillion times better live, next year, i vow to be there next year. Still gotta deny gratification if i plan to keep myself on track to attaining the results i desire. Damn the distractions.

Ferrari's race was a complete nightmare. Massa's pit stop fiasco and Kimi's crash was...crazy and too coincidental. Am really unhappy that Lewis still got podium despite the safety car after Piquet's crash, but Alonso drove like a dream, so not complaining.

Press conference now, Alonso and Hamilton are sitting next to each other, they've been pretty cordial it's quite hilarious. And Nico Rosberg is the temporary love, so eloquent, so cute.

P.S. Elaina's birthday's coming up on Wednesday, the surprise thing's getting old so we're doing something very, very different this time round. Hahaha all those that know, shhhhh. Those that have a vague inkling, reign in your curiousity. So the few of us that are in on this, you know who you are, brace yourselves, it's gonna be a helluva good time (:

Re:

2008-09-24T16:39:00.000+08:00

I am going to be the bigger person and not say anything back.

Sugar rush from chocolate mint cookies

2008-09-24T15:15:00.002+08:00

AMath Paper 2 back today, i want to drive a fucking Lambo off the Causeway.

*grins at Mrs Loy, then mimes slashing wrists*

Don't worry, babydolls. I'm not suicidal, just really really thrown off.

Anyway i was looking through My Pictures and realised that i totally forgot to post runway stills from the Zac Posen, Oscar de la Renta, Marchesa and William Rast shows. And i have this one shot of Jessica Stam out and about looking unbelievably awesome. Oh, and Sharan said the other day that i should post the Greece photos. I have them all with me, but i'm thinking, it was so long ago, so you guys might not want to see them anymore? Let me know.

I'm going insane, seriously. Not enought sleep, too exhausted. Sleep, feel guilty. Fuck, man.

Going back in time

2008-09-23T21:05:00.004+08:00

People have been talking a lot lately, and they can keep talking. The word out on the blogs have been pretty rage-ridden. Maybe some might hope that i'll say my piece up here in an angry flow of profanities, but no, certain people of such tragically low calibre are just simply not worth the space.

I have no comment, only quotes. I think we learn best from history. And today, Churchill is the guy.

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.
-Winston Churchill

And this is perfect to express how i really feel:

I am bored with it all.
-Winston Churchill

Thundershock

2008-09-22T15:18:00.009+08:00

TFO'd when i got back English compre prelim scripts. The results were OMFG-WTF. According to Elaina & Amelia, something like three-quarters or two-thirds of the class failed. So like, am i suppose to be thankful i passed English? Will go no further with the venting because the expletives are fighting to start an anger demonstration.

Anyway, weekend was pretty cool. Hope the MBC was a success, have yet to finish up with the work but will do soon, so we'll see. Am glad the friendlets (hahaha sounds like piglets!) came over and made the days speed by in a well-balanced mixture of fun and focus. Amelia was so enthralled by Chako, and utterly amused by Ryan & Joel. Oh, and Elaina Sutiono is such a tyrant!

"Houston, we have a problem. Amelia has left the moon."
-ES

After dinner, we went to sit by the pool and dip our legs in the water, and basically just talked. That was one other moment that i would've liked to keep away in a pretty box so i can look back on it and smile. 5-Year Plans are the shizz, baby! Mel & Belle did not disappoint either, what with the candy shower and other nonsensical things. Got stuff done though, and we were all happy.

Went to seek out Ms Su during recess with Amelia, and she regaled us with hilarious tales of her stint studying abroad in Australia. So cute, seriously.

Phys prac after EL block:
V: "Ugh, what do we have to bring into the lab?"
A: "Water bottle, writing materials, calculator, and a pen knife."

See, wit can still exist in moments of extreme depression.

Okay have to go now, Chem tutor's bout to arrive and i have one million Organic Chem questions to do. Pressure is a privelege, i keep telling myself.

P.S. People should not assume. It makes them sound really stupid.

P.P.S. Lyric of the day:

"So let us fill the hours with minutes truly spent,
in helping one another towards a true content."

Laugh with me, darlings.

P.P.P.S. If my eyebags get any worse, i can be the new poster girl for chronic fatigue. Believe it.

Because "live demonstrations" make Math cool

2008-09-20T14:12:00.004+08:00

So like, Amelia & Elaina are over at mine now. Guess what.

We are having shitloads of fun.

Okay, but they're currently whispering among themselves and throwing me furtive glances, so i think they've got an afternoon of hell planned.

And the last two days have been insane and so emotionally taxing. Anyway i'm glad i've "come to my senses".

Much, much, super much love to Elaina (for handling all my freak-outs with such ease), Mel (because she's the calm in the storm, my rock), Belle (for keeping it light, and understanding), and last but definitely not least, Amelia (for not sinking our ship, and that means so much by itself).

GG Episode 3 bored me stiff

2008-09-16T18:13:00.004+08:00

All that was awesome about episode 3 was in the sneaks. Other than the Chanel belt Serena was wearing, Blair's white blouse/blue skirt ensemble, and Chuck's parade of nymphs, it was B-O-R-I-N-G.

Post-prelims & retail therapy

2008-09-14T21:09:00.005+08:00

And if you wait for me, i'll be the light in the dark when you lose your way

Fruitful weekend indeed, i guess it's just been such a major relief to be out of the pressure cooker environment so wrought with tension that we've been literally living in in what seems like forever, even if it's for less than a hundred hours. I know it's merely a term, but you have no idea how long ago the June holidays feel. Greece feels even further back. Maybe two years, give or take. Crazy huh. How time manipulates the senses. If i'm not wrong, i've posted an excerpt from the novel Girl, Interrupted up here before, something about time being different in a parallel universe. That sums it up pretty well.

Anyway- and this is a re-type i might add, so it'll probably be a brief synopsis- Friday morning/afternoon with Sha & Par was great. City Hall was in the late stages of slumber when we arrived via a long bus ride spent discussing...lots of things. Soup Spoon had yet to open, so we headed over to Marina Square to check if Diva was open. No such luck, and since i'm not a big fan of wandering around aimlessly, the three of us settled down at Gloria Jean's where i had my pink cupcake. I love pink cupcakes, fyi. The frosting is so adorable. Decided to remain there while the mall slowly roused from its sleep. Talked, and laughed, and talked some more (Subjects that got covered include hot Brazilian guys, religious oppression, Shit-Taking vs Shit-Giving, napkin-shredding antics and a whole range of others things).

After repeated checkings of the time, we dropped by Diva to get my ring, and then to Soup Spoon it was for our soup date. Meal time conversation was enjoyable as usual, hahaha Par is going to own a night club in London when we all grow up, and apparently it's the place where scandalous acts of infidelity are set to happen. Believe? Ohh, and we had a Cheater vs Cheatee debate, if you get what i mean. It was so amusing.

Saturday night Daddy insisted he take us to Mustafa to try out "authentic Indian cuisine", which i thought was a failure of sorts because The Mothership hates Indian food, and the brothers basically get cranky when what they consume isn't solid carbs. Think pasta or rice, you get my drift.

Today hit Vivo with Mummy & Joel, after a lunch of seafood pasta at home. Very, very worthwile mall trip. I just got the coolest pair of black River Island snakeskin skinnies. Btw, Fall/Winter '08 on the high street has got to be the best production ever. Half of Zara's TRF section ripped Gucci off the catwalk almost in its entirety, while the other half was filled with covetable pieces that were pretty Rock&Roll. Think Vivienne Westwood Red Label, you get the idea. I had to be talked out of two leather jackets and a black zip-up hoodie cum cardigan thing, but i did get a seriously fantastic studded vest. (Yes, i'm a self-confessed vestaholic, my dear friend Elaina Sutiono will willingly testify to that). Didn't have time for Topshop & F21, bought denim shorts at Pull & Bear, super super love.

Okay, that just about sums it up. And the circus resumes tomorrow. I am so not looking forward to the huge, huge whip-lash the tiger is going to give when she sees my Physics paper. It was like taking a very brief crash course- Planning Your Own Funeral 101. I think i did mine pretty well, complete with cause of death (major teacher outrage & parental disappointment), and colour of urn (glossy black, if you please).

P.S. Maybe i'm the only one who finds this hugely amusing but Joel's new Etnies totally trump Ryan's Ripcurls, and R-boy ain't too happy bout it. LMAO.

Without forgetting:

Vic: Daddy can you buy me Vans?

Daddy: Sure, would you like a lorry and scooter too?

My father is so lame.

The boyfriend shirt, for real

2008-09-12T22:11:00.005+08:00

Taken from The Sartorialist. Click to enlarge.

You can just tell she's wearing the real deal, genuinely put together on a post-coital whim, complete with his tie as a makeshift belt. She pulls off the side slits so effortlessly.

Time for some people to eat their words, maybe. I guess what you don't know about, you shouldn't comment on.

WTF?! @#$%^&*!

2008-09-12T16:21:00.002+08:00

BLOGGER IS A BITCH. I JUST UPDATED A MAJORLY LONG POST ABOUT THIS MORNING AND OTHER THINGS, AND NOW ITS FUCKING DISAPPEARED.

Lessons on life: the difference between a "Want" and a "Need"

2008-09-12T15:35:00.007+08:00

I remember the other day, Daddy was trying to educate me on the importance of differentiating between a "Want" and a "Need". So we were playing with examples right, like how an average school bag that you can put your books in is a "Need", but the ridiculous three hundred dollar animal skin confection i carry to school is simply a "Want". Apparently, a "Need" is something you can't live without, an integral part of life, while a "Want" is merely something you desire, to better your usual routine, to fulfill the hedonistic pursuit of indulgence that is undeniably human nature.

So i've figured something out:

I NEED CHUCK BASS.

He is my oxygen, the earth to my moon, the king to my queen, the missing piece in the jigsaw, literally whatever other crappy/cheesey cliche you can think of. I kid you not. Seriously. Omfg.

P.S. Episode 2 was fantastic, Blair handled the duchess with such ease and expertise (: Cannot wait for Episode 3, i'm not making any wagers on that. Have you seen the sneaks??? I would kill to be Blair, never mind that yellow isn't high on my list of favourite colours, but the things Chuck does!

My address

2008-09-11T15:15:00.005+08:00

Finally got that all uploaded. I was trying to go cold turkey from the pc for the past few days. Mildy successful, but here i am, aren't i? Still haven't caught GG episode 2, hahaha Elaina, i'm gonna win. Ruby, shut up, don't you dare tell me anything!

Anyway, what i was really trying to stay away from was the new Spring 2009 RTW collections. The moment i typed Style.com into the address bar, i knew i would regret it. Have been sitting here for the past three hours just browsing and coveting, particularly a certain Marc by Marc Jacobs jacket that i would kill for. Absolutely loved Matthew Williamson, he was the most enjoyable of the lot. Well okay, it's down to either Matthew Williamson or Marc by Marc.

Alright, study calls. Tutor says i should think before i make silly decisions that may possibly jeopardise the next two years of my life, so am taking heed. Lit paper today was pretty funny, i really thought i was gonna be late cos when i called Jac and asked for the exam venue, she was like, Where are you??? And i was like, Oh i'm still crusing down east coast road. Then Jac was like, Omg you are SO late! But i made it in the end, no nightmare vision of me dashing into the hall during paper distribution, thank god.

Talked to Claire after, she was waiting for Daddy with me. Hahaha she is so bloody hilarious. We were talking about...exfoliating.

P.S. You have to keep clicking back. There's Philosophy and Victoria Beckham's collection after Narcisco Rodriguez.

Diesel Black Gold Spring 2009

2008-09-11T15:11:00.002+08:00

^Filipcikova's jackettttt.

Willing to pay in anything- drugs, blood, you name it.

But not as much as the Marc by Marc one (:

Herve Leger Spring 2009, Proenza Schouler Spring 2009

2008-09-11T15:04:00.003+08:00

Herve Leger outfits: Attempt at thy own peril, killer bod a must.

Herve Leger

^Michaela Kocianova- TDF dress

Proenza Schouler

Didn't let me down at all (:

Marc by Marc Jacobs Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:56:00.002+08:00

Sorry, was loving the menswear too much, so decided to upload the guys too. Totally digging the thrown-together subtle chic-ness of everything here.

^LOVE

^AND LOVE MORE. I would kill for Chanel Iman's jacket.

Slightly remniscent of Coldplay's Viva La Vida, but less scruffy.

Can totally imagine Marissa Cooper rocking it if The OC hadn't been massacred.

Marc Jacobs Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:52:00.002+08:00

Utterly mind-blowing, enough said.

^Raquel Zimmermann

Matthew Williamson Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:42:00.006+08:00

Am totally loving the vibe MW's got going here. Really fun, really sexy. Favourite show. I would upload the entire collection, but it would take ages. Hop over to Style.com to check it out, i urge you to.

Of course, i saved the best few for last.
^Anja Rubik
^If i spent my time holidaying the Greek Isles, this is THE dress
^Ali Michael
^Favourite. Outfit. Ever. Matthew Williamson is such a god.

Narcisco Rodriguez Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:37:00.003+08:00

So tough yet so lovely. Natasha Poly (6th picture) is da bombbb.

Philosophy Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:33:00.002+08:00

I am in love with how the softness of the skirts contrast the studded belts so subtly.

Victoria Beckham Spring 2009

2008-09-11T14:29:00.002+08:00

Can't you just imagine her taking these out of her closet? The tailoring and cut are so, so flattering. Put one of these on, and you might almost have the guts to try a Herve Leger.

Four things to note

2008-09-05T22:21:00.006+08:00

The cool air will rush your hard heart away

Quick one, merely dropping in. High fever last night. Does 38.2 deg qualify as high? Anyway, am feeling much better. Apologies to the clique, sorry i missed out on Jac's birthday surprise this morning. Three things to get down. Okay, make that four.

#1. I have the sexiest voice ever right now. Believe me. It's like, the sore throat upgrade, all husky and whatnot. Am quite pleased actually. I can probably give Chad Kroeger/ David Cook/ Chris Daughtry/ Austin Winkler a run for their money. HAHAHA.

#2. Elaina Sutiono & i got a wager going the other night. It's too hilarious. I proclaimed i wouldn't watch GG episode 2 until after prelims, but she's so damn sure i'll cave, so we decided to bet on it. It's not so much what i'll get out of it, but more of proving i've got more self-restraint than she gives me credit for. Anyway, if i throw in the towel, i owe her a corn cup/ tapioca chips from the shop opposite school. Lmao. And if i keep my word, she'll buy me a Nescafe Latte. Conditions are: No divulging, spoiling, and taunting. Most of all, no ChuckBass-ing.

#3. To Jac: HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH MY DARLING GIRL. You're usually the one doing the giving, but everyone deserves to take on their birthday. You have my love today. Thanks for putting up with all my crap and being so unquestioningly understanding. I think we get each other on a certain level that other people can't reach, you always fool me into whole-heartedly believing you're one of the actual mature-minded people around, and then yanking the carpet out from under me with a comment so lame i refuse to belive i ever heard it. But no, i won't hold it against you (: And i'm sure our common love for salmon belly sashimi, Venezia's dark chocolate gelato, and delicious broths from The Soup Spoon is something else that unites us. Hahaha, cheers to all of that. May all your wishes and dreams come true, babe. Much love.

#4. I've just realised why i love Novak Djokovic all over again. But it's different, because he's different. Gone is the talented boy who takes everything in good humour, the boy with the all-rounder game and guts of glory, the boy with the twinkling eyes and locker room jokes. He used to be the one exception from my usual "type". But then that boy, the boy who choked under pressure at last year's US Open and fell at the hands of Federer, yes that boy is now the tennis world's new player du jour. He righted the wrong, kicked Federer's paunchy arse in this year's Australian Open semifinal, and went on to win his first Grand Slam. Here is a man so sure of his game; all that sweetness has been replaced by a certain edginess - and he's gone on to be the very personification of a young hotshot. Bulletproof confidence, piercing eyes, sharp game, wolfish grin, everything to die for. So sexy. He's going to be the top seed, wait and see.

Yeah, i've just come off a Novak bender, it seems every time i switch on the TV, there's US Open going on. And he. Owned. Roddick's. Ass. Except for the last game in the third set when Roddick just took it home with a whole service game of aces. But overall, superb performace by Novak Djokovic. 6-2 6-3 3-6 7-6. So confident, so hot. Roddick was such a bundle of nerves, all fidgety and quick movements. Novak just took his time, sipped his drink, chewed on his energy bar, emitted tranquil vibes and stared serenely into the distance. I love.

P.S. Though i am so not loving the bilious shade of green that is his shorts. Adidas' tennis kit this season needs a makeover. Pronto.

Have a good weekend. Doomsday's looming.

I remember when the days were long,

And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.

Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.

All the slander and double-speak

Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean

Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

Define "disastrous", or maybe "total fiasco"

2008-09-03T14:48:00.004+08:00

Excuse yesterday's gushing exclaimation of a post. Here's the real thing. In minute detail. Be it in schadenfreude or sympathy, enjoy.

So drama exam yesterday was just about the most ridiculous thing to ever happen to me, and believe me, lots of ridiculous shizz has happened before. All the classmates were being good kids and eating the right food and basically taking care of their voice. I, on the other hand, threw caution to the wind and ate fried chicken for dinner on Sunday night. After having the post-dinner fruit platter, i knew, i just knew that something was wrong. I could feel a little niggle in my throat, a hint of soreness, but i shook it off and told myself to stop being so tragically paranoid. Two hours later, i was raspy and ready to jump out the living room window. And then i got over it, and the more efficient side of me kicked in, i was trying out every remedy known to mankind that could possibly ameliorate the impending catastrophe that is losing your voice two nights before your drama exam. Especially considering how much sweat and tears have been put into preparing for the previously mentioned exam.

Monday morning, my throat still hurt. The flu bug had bitten me, all right. Both parentals were down with the flu, Joel's nose was getting a little runny, and Ryan wasn't in top condition either. I determinedly dragged my aching body down to the studio, ready for the full-day prep i had ahead of me. Atmosphere was...very tense. Anyway, i was coming off a roll from Saturday's practice, so i basically just kept very quiet, tried to conserve my voice, and only spoke when necessary. It's funny how much stuff you can get done when you shut up, cos i'd started memorising my speech and was done a few hours later. And Monday's performance was pretty stellar, if i may say so myself. Ms Evelyn grudgingly admitted that i'd made considerable improvement to get to this stage. I guess i was so afraid i would lose my voice, i literally tried to save it in every way possible.

Tuesday morning. Dread. Voice was not a hundred percent. In fact, it might even be less than Monday. Took meticulous care of it, honey lemon, cooling tea, salted orange juice, chinese herbs, watermelon frost; and not all of it was easy to consume, mind you. Chose exam outfit. Cabbed down to the studio. Back alley with the rest to "open up our vocal chords", aka sound like a total cult and scare passers-by out of their wits. Talked to Ms Evelyn on the phone. Run through with Ms Gracey. Bell rang. Went in.

All was well in the very beginning because the examiner was a huge, huge Khaled Hosseini fan and so we got into this whole discussion about how we felt about both the film and the novel.

And then i forgot to prop.
And then she asked me what happened next, after my scene.
WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I READ HAMLET?
WHY, WHY, WHY??!
And when i was done with Ophelia, i felt this automatic sinking in my heart, and i knew, i just knew that something wasn't right. Hamlet conversation was a major fiasco, but the minute i opened my mouth to introduce prose, it clicked. My voice left.

With the immediate decline of my voice came the steady decline of my confidence, i fucking kid you not. By the time i started on poem, i wanted to impale myself with one of the chair legs, because my voice was so flat, there was this pitiful lack of inflection. I mean, i literally couldn't throw my voice to even the corner of the room. It couldn't travel! It was a fucking monotone tragedy. Forget amplification, there was no pitch, no intonation. I was falling apart on the inside, speech was...horrifying. I didn't know your knees could shiver in moments of immense anxiety, but apparently they can. The sips of water i took between pieces didn't help one bit, because i was literally wincing as i spoke because my throat was all-too-ready to give out on me.

Conversation with her was eventful, in the most negative fashion imaginable. I was so, so unprepared. I told her that "Robert Graves must obviously be a feminist", for Christ's sake. What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. Me. And when she asked me who found Ophelia by the river, i actually replied "Uhh, Hamlet?" and my second fucking guess was "Um. Laertes?" And then she shoots me this look, like "Hmmm." and proceeds to tell me about Gertrude's famous monologue. I was just like, okay fine kill me, i more or less should just die now. God, if only you heard how fucking ignorant i sounded. Okay, it wasn't as bad as some of the more evident ignoramuses i actually know, but it was fucking tragic, is all.

I mean, i was an ELEVEN on the richter scale of unpreparedness in terms of thoery. That part just completely slipped my mind. She didn't ask shit about bloody Chekhov, i could've told her everything! I even know how he died, for God's sake. The only bright side is our discussion on Amir's moral conflict in that pivotal scene in The Kite Runner i'd oh-so-wisely chosen as my prose.

P.S. Novak's through to the US Open quarter finals. He's got a showdown with Roddick coming up. Exciting. More to elaborate on Novak soon.

While watching Gossip Girl...

2008-09-02T16:59:00.005+08:00

So like, part II of Episode 1 of the new Gossip Girl Season 2 is being an absolute bitch. It's taking five centuries to load one tragic second. Since it's behaving as such, i thought i'd check in here for a moment. And i don't even know if i have tuition later, kick me. I'm suffering from post-drama-exam depression at the moment, which more or less explains why i've eaten my body weight in carbs and am currently browsing around Style.com instead of using this God-given week-long break wisely. Ahh fuck.

(At the White Party now, Tinsley Mortimer's got a cameo part, she sounds like Barbie on crack)

Okay, MAJOR LOVE FOR CHUCK BASS. I know at the end of last season, we were all like, OMFG HOW COULD HE DO THAT. But look, those two will end up together. It's a literal given. He so has a thing for her. Always have, always will. And we all know darling B's got a soft spot for the Chuck Bass-tard too.

(Spotted: Serena and Nate in a massive display of PDA. And that's exactly what Dan Humphrey is: Pretty. Damn. Angry.)

(OMFG FINALLY, FINALLY WE MEET THE GREAT MARCUS BEATON-RHODES. AHHHHHH HE LITERALLY WENT FROM 'BLEHH' TO 'WHOAA' ONCE THE ACCENT CAME ON. BRITISH LORDS ARE THE EFFING HOTNESS)

OMG WATCHING CHUCK BASS GROVEL IS SINGLE-HANDEDLY THE BEST SCENE EVER IN GOSSIP GIRL. TRUMPS THE LIMO SCENE.

C: "Please don't leave with him."
B: "Why? Give me a reason. And 'I'm Chuck Bass.' doesn't count."

B: "The real reason why i should stay right where i am. Three words. Eight letters. Say it and i'm yours."

I didn't know Chuck Bass could look remorseful. GG-fever all over again.

"You ain't seen nothing yet.
X.O.X.O. ~Gossip Girl"

Still wants to post about the drama exam, but am really lazy, so au revoir!

P.S. Promise me Chuck Bass in a cream suit with black piping on the lapels and i will pay in blood.

All that drama

2008-08-31T10:06:00.004+08:00

Maybe redemption has stories to tell

Yesterday, yesterday was like being contained in a pressure cooker. Trinity exam's on Tuesday, and i don't even have my friggin' speech out. Rest assured, i've got that covered now. So drama was like the doghouse, which is something of a rare occurance, but this year, it seems everyone, 'cept for Krys, is unprepared. Which makes Ms Evelyn very, very mad. And i am on the receiving end of the majority of her anger.

All that unhappiness aside, decided to finally break out the black fedora i bought months ago, hahaha people at the studio were so in love with it. Ming, Saad, Krys & i spent the better part of two hours "gossiping in the back alley", private jokes galore. Krys was testing me prose, and after that i dedcided to deal with the big-ass problem also known as Speech. Went in search of Ms Gracey but she was busy, and found Ms Sooying in the pantry instead. She was super Helpful, note the capitals. It seems Saad was right, but since he's taken Henrik Ibsen, i'm left with Anton Chekhov. So then Ms Sooying voluntarily went on a suicide mission into Rossetti, where Ms Ying was currently holding court, to find me a book on Chekhov from the studio's library. I say suicide mission because Ms Ying was in one of her foul moods, and it wouldn't be wise to incur her wrath at such a time. And then i got to know the ol' photocopier very well, because i currently have 30+ pages on Anton Chekhov to sift through. Don't worry, he's a cool guy (: I'm just kicking myself for not catching The Seagull last year, when the SRT was showing it. Pffft.

Talked to different people about finding their "crazy" inspiration. Elliot and Bernice both said the same things, so am gonna try it out on Monday, when we all convene. I just pity them, is all (:

After drama, headed over to Parkway to meet Mummy, and EVERYONE GO AND BUY BAKERZIN'S TRUFFLE MOONCAKES NOW. GO, GO, GO! What're you waiting for? They are a slice of heaven, i swear. Especially their Single Malt Whiskey and Pink Champagne flavours. Also went to buy salmon belly sashimi and kimchi home for dinner (Hahaha, Jac & Ruby, respectively)

Okay, it's Sunday, and the best part is, no school for the whole of next week.

Favourites from the Gucci campaign, Frida Gianini is too awesome.

the thought symphony, an orchestrated epiphany

2008-08-29T15:25:00.003+08:00

There's a piece of you inside my heart that runs too deep to describe

Denzel Washington once said,
"You gotta do what you have to do in order to do what you want to do."

And he's right.

Oh btw, still don't see how Anton Chekhov relates to social realism in drama, totally needs to start reading his plays or something to find out more.

I am going to be sick/already sick (depending on how you look at it). Anyway it's probably just a little trifle and shouldn't be much of an issue, nothing some meds and adequate rest can't solve. Our week-long break's finally here, but when school opens, it's gonna be five consecutive days of @#$%^&* especially Tuesday with A&E on the menu, which reads like an epidose of Fear Factor for me, i kid you not.

Phelps vs Bernard

2008-08-27T14:16:00.005+08:00

What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared
A little too much for friends but not enough to share

I acknowledge my obsession. There is absolutely no denial on my part. Amelia & Pron can testify to that. Oh btw, lock-in was hilarious; learning vectors and ballfight on the iPhone was da shit. Time flew by swiftly, i didn't even have to count down, and it was over.

Again, working with the key phrases here.

"Swimming sensation Michael Phelps said in an interview published Tuesday that he may challenge French Olympic champion Alain Bernard in the 100m freestyle at next year's World Championships."

The rest of the article can be found here.

I love it when boys get competitive, it's simply too cute for words.

Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow!

~

Last night, Mummy went on this major shopping spree (without me), and came back with about a dozen shopping bags (she bought FIVE PAIRS OF SHOES, totally thank god we're the same shoe size) and we had a little row when she got back over stupid stuff, and she said "Don't look in the bags if you're not going to..." And i was like, "Fine, whatever, you're so full of -", and then i stalked off and slammed my room door for good measure. We were fine after an hour or so, cos i had to ask her about other stuff. So just now i got back, and i found a shoe box and a soft white package; she bought me a very, very cool pair of sandals, and white tights from Zara (i mentioned that i needed white tights for my drama exam very briefly to her a few days ago, didn't think she actually took note). Yeah, Mummy rocks so much it makes me feel bad ♥

P.S. She bought this unbelievably gorgeous pair of Nine West heels, they are so fierce i swear, can't wait to swipe them soon (:

What the-?

2008-08-26T15:20:00.007+08:00

So like, major major OMFG.

http://www.nypost.com/seven/08222008/gossip/pagesix/phelps_sucks_face_with_aussie_125507.htm

Okay, let's just work with the key phrases, shall we?

"Michael Phelps doesn't have a girlfriend, but he celebrated his record-breaking eight gold medals in Beijing by sneaking off for a sizzling game of tonsil hockey with one of Australia's hottest Olympians."

"Phelps, fresh from shattering Mark Spitz's 36-year-old record, was spotted Monday night in a hot make-out session with Down Under swimmer Stephanie Rice."

"The pumped-up pair clinched and swapped spit at a celebratory bash outside the Olympic Village."

"The Baltimore Bullet swooped in for the lip-lock with the 20-year-old brunette just weeks after she split from Aussie swimmer Eamon Sullivan (fun fact, and Sullivan was the one who broke Alain Bernard's 100m free WR, before Alain totally kicked his ass and got the gold medal in the final)."

BLOODY HELL, I DON'T BELIEVE ANY OF IT.

P.S. Michael Phelps wears Calvin Klein underwear. Hmm..interesting.

Alain Bernard is HOTHOTHEAT

2008-08-25T18:07:00.002+08:00

Bringing sexy back

Am in such lust, it is unforgivable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ym3iKaBmbpw&feature=related

Okay, okay. Math & Lit coming up on Thursday.

Yalta & Potsdam suck ass

2008-08-24T14:46:00.003+08:00

"I'm tired of babying the Soviets."

Harry Truman puts the humour in history.

P.S. My dear, dear friend Elaina Sutiono is watching Camp Rock. Don't laugh, it's true.

(LMAO)

But can you break through?

2008-08-23T10:37:00.008+08:00

Scream and shout, get it out - before it swallows you

It's currently 10.38am on a very pleasant and breezy Saturday morning. I've been to drama and back, already had two bowls of frosted cornflakes with chocolate milk, and Korean cup noodles. Okay, excuse the latter, because i just had this sudden urge to consume something spicy and unbecoming. Anyway, check up on me at this time on any other Saturday morning, and chances are high i'd still be in bed, dead to all the world except that of my dreams, which by the way, have been veering to the negatively peculiar side lately. I won't care to elaborate any further, a few PEELs worth of what goes on in that unconscious head of mine would probably either bore you to tears or shock you senseless.

Before i embark on the mugfest that is to be this weekend, let me take a moment to excoriate my intelligence (or lack thereof, as will soon be proven). I'm not the sort of person who likes to be wrong, but the events of Thursday have been returning to mind with the sickening Technicolour quality of horrific flashbacks.

I actually wrote "the inane ability" when the right phrase should so obviously be "the innate ability" in my argumentative essay.

(I just highlighted and back-spaced a whole paragraph because the expletives were making their presence felt in a fashion too vehement for innocent eyes)

Okay, i have a date with Kennedy & Khruschev. A nice weekend to all.

P.S. And because everyone hates Alain Bernard, here's a sweet little change.

friday is the anti-monday

2008-08-22T16:01:00.005+08:00

The calm in the storm

With Mummy, at the Hilton

I would say TGIF, but the weekend has only gotten shorter and Monday'll be here faster than Djokovic's aces (200++km/h, thankyouverymuch).

Yesterday was hardcore English, Essay & Situational in the morning, Comprehension & Summary later in the morning, and O'Level Oral in the afternoon. Since i've been ultra-obsessive over Olympic swimmers lately, the one analogy i could think of was: If English was an event, today would be my Individual Medley.

Won't bother expounding any furher regarding the happenings of late, except to say that i still think Alain Bernard is the ultra-sex, Michael Phelps is too wonderful, and Novak Djokovic is the ultimate love.

New lust

2008-08-19T21:57:00.005+08:00

Two words for y'all:

ALAIN. BERNARD.

Forget "walking sex", he's simply sex.

Will you please, please savour that formidable physique?

I'm in utter and undoubted lust.

Those shoulders are simply TDF, enough said.

Amaury (L), Alain (R)

And a little something extra, Amaury Leveaux's back.

No further elaboration required.

I'm tired of running, let's walk for a minute

2008-08-11T16:38:00.003+08:00

Someone throw me off the laptop and at the books, please.

Roses are red

Some diamonds are blue

Chivalry is dead

But you're still kinda cute

Edward Cullen, omfg

2008-08-10T01:18:00.002+08:00

Finally completed Breaking Dawn

P.S. I am going to dream of becoming Mrs Edward Cullen like my life depends on it.

P.P.S. Stephenie Meyer is twisted, but i love her all the same.

P.P.P.S. I think this means that i should start with the studying again.

Haji Lane excursion

2008-08-09T17:09:00.009+08:00

Natasha & Vanessa cabbed down to get me, and we headed to Haji Lane. I love the feel of that place, how the exterior is all gross and crumbly and the entire street smells like garbage, but the inside of all the shops makes you feel like you're in another country. The shop assistants all have this really artsy vibe going, and the decor was fantastic most of the time. Lots of quirky things and vintage stuff, but in case you're wondering, it's not any cheaper. We got tired after a few hours, so stopped for Morrocan lunch at this little cafe. Their chocolate shakes are awesome, the taste is so strong. Took some photos after lunch, then cabbed to town. Didn't get to do a full circuit, so we just went to Far East cos the hunting mood didn't leave. Bought more stuff. Then we took the train down to Vivo to meet our parents at Imperial Herbal. Ryan bailed again, what the hell. Stupid little prick. Dinner was good, the conversation was hilarious but i couldn't eat much. Just a few bites of everything, only finishing up the main ones: shark's fin, abalone, etc.

Morning Drama + Carnival Day

2008-08-09T15:38:00.007+08:00

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you

I got up at the ungodly hour of 9am this morning, because it toally slipped my mind that i had drama practice at 8.30am with Ms Evelyn, so yeahhh. Anyway, jumped into the toilet, got myself together and cabbed there. The start was really bumpy, she wasn't pleased and i couldn't do much. But it got better, and i'm crossing my fingers for consistency. Oh, Belle called in the morning while i was still in bed so i just lay there talking to her for like, five minutes before getting ready to go.

Got home a little after noon and watched the Olympics Men's Gymnastics, courtesy of a reminder from Krystel in the morning. I love Team USA, the guys've got a really great camaraderie with each other. Loves Justin Springs from Team USA, he reminds me of Prince Harry. And Deferr, from Team Spain is pretty easy on the eyes too. I love watching the guys on the high bar, there's such an element of excitement to it.

Anyway, yesterday was Carnival Day + Be Yourself Day + National Day celebration. Went late, negotiating the hall segment in my cheongsam was pretty tricky. Didn't get booked though, so i really don't think there's anything wrong with it, despite everyone's objections. Daddy fetched me from school. I finished reading Book Two of Breaking Dawn, then took a shower and started getting ready to go out.

(continued in seperate post)

The rest of the photos can be found here, so help yourself. If it isn't there yet, it will be soon. There's something wrong with the upload thingy.

http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk254/toxicthrills/

(next part of the day's in a seperate post)

Couture Goes Olympic

2008-08-06T18:08:00.013+08:00

If you can't beat'em, join'em!

On a much lighter note, check these out.

This is one of the most amazing fashion editorial shoots i've ever come across. The merging of ideas and themes is utterly ingenius. Decided to post it in lieu of the Olympics, and also simply because i couldn't resist. I love how they've created a bridge between couture, the highest echelon of fashion, with the USA, with China, with the Olympics. Lucy Liu is perfect for the shoot, and she looks stunning, sometimes even outshining the models themselves. I absolutely adore how they've taken an Olympic theme, put in an American-Chinese actress as a sort of relevant link, and then intertwined fashion with sports. There's also somewhat of a political element to it, what with all the draping of the American flag. And if you actually realise, in the 7th photo, she's clutching both the USA's and the PRC's state flags. How very diplomatic of the people at Harper's Bazaar. I'm digging this too much :)

1) Versace Spring 2008 Couture
2) Armani Prive Spring 2008 Couture
3) Chanel Spring 2008 Couture
4) Carolina Hererra Fall 2008
5) Christian Dior Spring 2008 Couture
6) Givenchy Spring 2008 Couture
7) Christian Lacroix Spring 2008 Couture
8) Alexander McQueen Fall 2008

Image credits go to Harper's Bazaar and Style.com.

A fragment of thought

2008-08-06T17:56:00.003+08:00

Question of the day:

Am i here?

If so, why?

If not, then where am i?

For your time its written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on its own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can.

Throbbing commentaries

2008-08-01T17:53:00.004+08:00

You’ve got my counsel thick as thieves
If there’s a crime, we’ll keep it secret
For there’s only trace amounts left in your blood

I have a pounding headache. Fact.

Am down with the flu, and a slight fever. Left school early today, Daddy came to take me to the doctor's. I feel like i haven't exactly blogged properly in awhile, but then again there really isn't much excitement to life at the moment. Just the utter tedium that is school, followed by IR, tuition and on days when i feel like it, studying.

Time's passing too fast for my liking, so much so that even Kimi Raikkonen in his prized Ferrari seems slow in comparison. Prelims are in two weeks, the mere thought makes me want to jack-knife off the nearest ledge.

Let me backtrack a whole lot.

Ruby, Jac, Elaina and Belle came over for a sleepover the night before Zany. We planned the Rockband outfits and watched Definitely, Maybe. And we so have live footage to show for the entire thing, i kid you not. Performance wasn't a niner-best, but i would put that down to the comeplete lack of prep. Then back to mine where it started pouring outside and some of them knocked out in my room. Rachel & i were playing (or make that trying to play) Champions League football on the Xbox 360, to hilarious effect. Called cabs and cruised down to Leisure Park to catch The Dark Knight. I swear, my reluctance to even go in the first place totally explained itself. I was literally trying to keep my eyes open throughout the entire movie, which was so bloody long. It makes The Return Of The King seem like an-hour-and-a-half.

I particularly enjoyed Bruce Wayne in the "Badboy Billionaire" persona, it was the optimum hotness, especially the scene where he arrived at the party fashionably late and undoubtedly in style (helicopter, anyone?), with not two, but three attractive females for company.

That was last Monday late afternoon.

Then on Saturday night, i was forced to go watch The effing Dark Knight again with the family cos Ryan bailed. And believe me, mental lucidity is a definite must when tackling a lengthy movie. I was whining like a trapped dog on why i had to go watch it a second time, but Mummy called "family-bonding" as a valid reason and i couldn't argue. Lo and behold (excuse the melodrama, hahaha), The Dark Knight on the second watch was about five million times better than the first. Again, i would like to emphasise the need for a clear mind, because the first time round, my neurotic processes were literally breaking down due to a severe lack of sleep and what can most accutely be described as chronic fatigue.

Round Two with Christian Bale & Co didn't hit awesome, but it was definitely much better, maybe even good. And pardon my audacity for potentially insulting the deceased, but i really didn't see exactly what was so fantastic about Heath Ledger's performance as The Joker. Given, he was certainly creepy enough, pulled off the role of a total mentallist well enough, but there was seriously nothing awe-inspiring or breath-takingly amazing about it. With all the media hype surrounding his death and all the movie critics waxing lyrical about his last completed role as The Joker being his best one yet, about how this role requires one to lose all their bearings of sanity and completely throw oneself head first into the fray, i expected so much more.

I mean, it was all purely hyperbole, wasn't it? I guess subjectivity can be the counter-argument, because after all, beauty does lie solely in the eyes of the beholder. I just expected a character so enigmatic, that his emotional complexities would render one downright disturbed, to the point where the imagery that haunts you in your sleep can evoke fear in the subconscious. Heath Ledger as The Joker only got the disturbing part, and it was pretty mild at best.

Another thing, Maggie Gyllenhaal as Rachel Dawes? I know people are trying to escape the whole "beauty with brains" cliche because we all know it only happens in movies, and translating that into a reality has soemthing of a 15% success rate, but come on, i think the producers of such a bank-breaking flick can do better than Maggie Gyllenhaal right. I get that she's got the intelligent thing going, but even that demented ballerina in the dinner scene was much more appealing.

Okay, all that aside, i thought Christain Bale was really hot, but Christian Bale in the Lamborghini just kick-started my heart (:

And this bitter pill is leaving you
with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion
such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal
by the power of my stare
glaring over you and
over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.

2008-07-30T17:13:00.000+08:00

Amat Victoria Curam

Victory favors those who take pains

2008-07-27T18:35:00.002+08:00

I should be studying, really i should be. Maybe i should hire someone to watch me 24/7 and whip my arse whenever i'm not hitting the books.

Oh, by the way, Schweinsteiger and i are on hiatus. For real. I don't even know why, i just felt like it.

Excuse the escapism seeping into my tone, but i'm currently wishing very hard that i could be anywhere but here. There's no particular reason, this country just seems so...claustrophobic and stifling all of a sudden.

P.S. I've got rockin' pictures from Zany, and some pretty hilarious footage. Yes, bait (:

Wii Revisited + intense love for ian O'Shea from The Host

2008-07-19T18:43:00.006+08:00

You and i were living like a love song

Hello friendlies.

It's been awhile, or so i think. Anyway, yesterday was Wii Sessions: Revisited as Jac, Meryl, Claire and i headed over to Claire's after school. Yes, yes, the walk home was very eventful, i'm (not exactly) glad to report my friends are creepily in love with my derriere. No thanks MC/Jac for groping/stroking my ass. We were joined shortly after by R&R, who hit Parkway after IR to stock up on edibles. Ordered food from them on the way home, and believe me, the food we ordered wasn't exactly the most transport-friendly of sorts. So they came over with my LJS clam chowder, Famous Amous cookies, bubble tea, and gelato. Without forgetting, Rachel's barbaric chicken.

MC docked my iPod, we all had fun playing Wii like we used to. And i totally thrashed RachelWong the Ultra-Athlete at Wii boxing. Only in the virtual world, baby (: Okay, she did whip my ass at tennis. Then came the stomach ache from hell, omfg i will not elaborate. After curling up on the couch for a lengthy period, MC plonked down next to me and we became an iPod couple while she monopolised my iPod and insisted Tell Me You'll Be There was the #1 Emo Song. No, Chen, Find Me Tonight is wayyy better. One thing lead to another, and we started fooling around with Claire's camera. Black & whites are the shit (: Ruby broke out the yogi/dark chocolate double gelato and only two spoons between the five of us, so there was a whole lot of feeding going on hahaha.

Aunty Esther gave MC & i a ride home, R&R were left to their own devices. Moonlit walk back, hmm. I was fetched all the way back, despite repeated assurances that she could just throw me at a bus stop nearby. Yes, love Claire's mother. OH, and i forgot to mention, Keefe Tan, aka Underaged Hotness was absent throughout. Boo, i was so looking forward to seeing him. Claire, i am so crashing again!

Backtrack to the school segment, it was Boring, note the upper case. Chem prac was absolute shite, and Amelia deserted me!

All that aside, can i just say that i'm so not over The Host by Stephenie Meyer, i'm starting to think it totally trumps the Twilight series, though Mel darling might just slap me for saying that. I won't get into any details, don't wanna ruin the experience for anyone who hasn't read it. A forewarning: don't let the dryness and slow pace of the first hundred and fifty pages or so fool you, i made that mistake, and was on the verge of giving up on the book but decided to press on cos Mel kept saying it would get better. Have faith in the author, I don't think she's the sort to ever let her readers down. The novel was so emotionally compelling that i both laughed and cried with it on a number of occasions, i particularly enjoyed Ian, and his camaraderie with Kyle and Jared. They always left me laughing out loud. Omg, hearts Ian to pieces, he's so sweet (: Ian O'Shea is the new Jacob Black (: Take my words for it.

Add that to your reading list, people. It really is challenging to comprehend the conflicting emotions between body and soul.

I want to live where soul meets body

And let the sun wrap its arms around me

And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing

And feel, feel what its like to be new

-Death Cab

P.S. Despite my earlier qualms about Robert Pattinson (aka Cedric Diggory from Harry Potter & The Goblet Of Fire) playing Edward Cullen in the Twilight movie, he seems to pull it off in his own way. Unfortunately, Kirsten Stewart is probably the Worst Bella Ever. Don't believe me, head over to Youtube and check it out. I'm itching to watch the movie, though Steven Strait isn't gonna play Jacob, we've got Cam Gigandet (aka the super hot Volchok from The OC 3) as James, so we should learn to give and take a little.

The Footballer Series: Bastian Schweinsteiger

2008-07-13T17:00:00.004+08:00

Say hello to Hotness

These are my favourites.

P.S. I Love You

Friday Afternoons = The Reinstated Love

2008-07-11T19:06:00.008+08:00

Cupid found his mark

Shot his arrow through our hearts

Said he planned it from the start

Okay, i didn't get to finish my Lesson In Stupidity post yesterday, because The Mothership came into the room and i got some long-ass lecture on the pitfalls of carelessness and whatnot.

School today sucked major ass, because i conveniently forgot to bring my thermometer, the VP hit the roof and gave everyone who didn't bring their thermometer (which was something like, one-third of the cohort, i swear, you could've had a mass rally outside the studio), an instant fucking detention. I'm going to be out of this school (aka The Doghouse) in less than six months, and now there's a great ugly smear on my record. All because? Oh yeah, i forgot to bring my crappy little thermometer.

That aside, i missed three-quarters of Lit, and nothing much was up in Physics. PE was just one big walkathon with Amelia, hahaha. Recess with the clique was :) And yes, i vow to be held by the pact we made, thank you for standing by me. The laughter and conversation was ongoing, Claire is an entertainer in her own light. I'm quite sure Elaina was extremely appalled towards the tail end. Had career talks accompanied by Ruby, the Media one was a total disaster omfg.

After school was Coffee Bean to study with my favourite darlings, the whole time we just had too much fun for me to describe in an other way. Omfg, Rachel convinced me to buy Long John's fries when she & Par went to get food, ahhh thats like 200grams of instant calories or something. Had my Caramel IB coffee-reg-no-whipped-cream (da bombbb), Sha had her Belgian Choc IB, and Par had her Pure Choc IB. Rachel was just feeding everyone BK fries, and Sha was helping to finish my LJS fries. And there was so much vandalism going on, hahaha what with my foolscap back and Amath text, and the weird keychains newly attached to Rachel's pencilcase (don't you DARE take them off, RWong!). There were hilarious quotes too, from everyone.

Me: "Boys are like cameras, you want them all."

They were fooling around with their Geog homework, we had a stomach-achingly good laugh over the very inventive answers from Par & Rachel, and i oh-so-productively completed one and a half Amath questions, Rachel gets credit for the second half of my second question :) :) :) [btw, she totally agrees with me that Sean Wright's got a hot bod, LMAO> Kickboxing/MuayThai after O's okay!]. I let Sha claim control of my iPod for the afternoon, one earbud apiece, and Rachel laughed at us for singing Wonderwall. Without forgetting, Par was hyperventilating/having palpitations over Bastian Schweinsteiger, cos no one can deny that he is bloody effing Walking Sex (someone wants the photo of Rasmus Wurtz shirtless too...)

Me: "I love Par, she is so cute!"
Rachel: "But you love Schweinsteiger more."
Me: "Of course."
Rachel: (throws me a So-Much-For-Friendship look)
Me: "Not that i don't love Par as much, i'd just much rather shag Schweinsteiger." (smiles innocently)
Rachel: "I did not just hear that!"

Sha: "Par, Vic doesn't wanna shag you."
Par: (removes earphones) "Huh, why?"
Sha: "What d'you mean, why??!"

Par: "Oh, i wouldn't shag you, Rachel. Even though you're the cutest pixie ever."
Rachel: (deadpans back) "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Yeah, i can't believe we've gone without our Coffee Bean afternoons for so long. Today with Sha, Par, Rachel was just one of those moments i wanted to freeze and stow in a pretty box to keep forever. Along with the Aus match last year, you guys are golden, no one can touch that (:

OH, MY ORGANISER AND FOOLSCAP COVER WAS SO JACKED BY THEM, I SWEAR.

I have no photos from this afternoon, because as beautifully slim as my temporary phone is, the camera (supposedly 2.0 Mp) is absolute shite. Boo, i want another Motorazr.

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one who saves me?

And after all

You're my wonderwall

P.S. Almost forgot, Funny Moment in the cab with Belle yesterday, i didn't get to blog this last night.

Me: "Belle, i can't believe i had a double gelato. I am so full now."
Annabelle: "Mmhm, sure."
Me: "Belle, should i puke it all out?"
Annabelle: "Don't be anorexic, it's not good for your health."
Me: "Belle, anorexic is when you don't eat."
Annabelle: "Oh, okay. Don't be...bohemian!"
Me: "WTF, BELLE?!"

I think she meant bulimic. Yes, we all love Belle.

P.P.S. Meet my boyfriend. Yes, i am For Real (in the Land of Delusion, but still). Sha, Par & i are so obsessed with how awesome he looks here. Even Rachel agrees he looks good, and she hates Bastian Schweinsteiger. So that's saying something.

The Missing Wallet Episode

2008-07-10T22:00:00.003+08:00

Never an honest word, but that was when i ruled the world

Shoot, the laptop clock just flashed 10.00pm, and i promised myself earlier that would be official Study Time. Temptations of the computer are too hard to resist, even harder than resisting chocolate. Surprising, i know, especially since its coming from me, Victoria The Ex-KitKat Chunky Addict.

So since i'm already here anyway, let me begin by complaining about a string of events that are the evil wrong-doings of Annabelle Tee. (This might simply be my Blame nerve in overdrive, but stay with me)

I left my wallet on the bus this afternoon.

No need to spill your water, i got it back. But this is in part Herlene, Meryl and Xq's idea of a cruel joke. See, stupid, stupid, careless me dropped it on the bus, and a kind stranger picked it up and gave it to Herlene, who was the last to alight when we reached Parkway. Belle & i, and the trio happily headed off in opposite directions. I was pulling major veto-ing weight in our choice of meal location for the afternoon, and Belle finally gave in to me after a very brief episode at KFC where i stepped in and wore a permanent grimace on my face like the latest MAC mineral make-up. We ended up at Mos, and i opened my bag, ready to zip over to Coffee Bean to grab my usual Caramel IB reg-no-whipped cream, when i realised to my absolute horror, that my wallet was gone. I kid you not, it was effing nowhere to be found. Not even after Belle uprooted the entire contents of my bag. So i called Meryl, who was all like, No i didn't see shit on the bus. Asked to speak to Herlene, who was the very definition of dismissive, because she paid more attention to her ice-cream flavours than to my enormous crisis. Then Belle talked to Meryl who said she was coming over, and i was outside Mos talking to Daddy on the phone when freaking MC walked out of the sliding glass doors holding my black wallet. I was on the freaking verge of an All-Out Victoria Chan Freak-Out, and out comes Meryl Chen with My Wallet in hand, walking to me like Hello Vic, the sky's a really nice shade of blue today, why on earth do you look so frazzled? When only moments ago, she, Foo and Xq were blantantly denying even laying eyes on my wallet throughout the very short bus ride from school to Parkway.

Which brings me back to the starting point: This is All Annabelle's Fault. If Annabelle had just listened to me and agreed to cab to tuition straight from school, this would not have happened. If Annabelle hadn't insisted that Thrifty was the new Black, hence let's take a bus to tuition, this would not have happened. If on the bus Annabelle hadn't said she was hungry and on the brink of having gastric, and insisted we made a pit stop at Parkway to get food, this would not have happened. If we hadn't taken the bus in the first place, this would not have happened.

Do you get my point???
(I can't blame MC, Foo and Xq cos they got the wallet back to me, so yeah)

What if, say, Kind Stranger did not exist in the first place and my wallet was never returned, then what? The missing cash is a bit of a heartache, but what am i suppose to do about my bloody IC? Ugh.

Okay, but everything aside, i've got my wallet back, and its chucked safely in my bag, so goodbye.

Festival for a Future + after-effects

2008-07-07T18:03:00.005+08:00

But hold your breath because...

You would expect FFAF to be F to the A-B, seeing as there are so many Fs in it, but it is my misfortune to report that it was painfully average at best. Oh, but you would already know that, because my crazy Ice-Cream Addict friend, Ruby Lim totally hijacked the laptop last night and decided a little cameo by her over here would spice things up. So FFAF was okay, we left after A Vacant Affair played, the guys were moshing like dogs on speed, i kid you not. Bloody lips were common sight, according to the emcee. Hahaha, so much for lip-piercings. Then Jac went to catch a movie with Wayne, and Ruby came over to mine. Fun times, that was a blast (: Yes, babe, YOU were the insane one. Ruby was going all-out schizo, i swear, she went from hyper to sober faster than you can say WTF, and then yo-yo'd emotions all over again. We called people, who were either really amused/confused (or maybe we were the Amused ones). Then Haagen Dasz's green tea, it was effing love. Speaking of love, Ice-Cream Addict is so convinced i'm in love with her, but then she's probably studiously ignoring the existence of my darling Bastian Schweinsteiger. Yes, R, i love you muchly, but i love Schweins more (and thats only because i would shag him, so yeah). I won't forget to mention the part where Ruby went psycho, but it would be a little too much for your fragile minds to handle. Oh, and i realised at 11.43pm that the testimonial was due on that day or else Ms Terry our darling VP was gonna be having my royal ass for breakfast come Tuesday morning, so rushrushrush it was.

2008-07-07T00:21:00.003+08:00

HI ALL,
My dad doesn't want me anymore, thus I'm still here. At Vic's house at 12.21AM on Sunday night/really early Monday morning. BTW, I TYPE LIKE A MOUSE, unlike the Queen, she bangs the keypads like it's gonna bite her.
FFAF was painfully average. quote unquote from Victoria. &Now, she's going high, making weird noises in different pitch. I shall be understanding as I tortured her earlier. Hahaha, Yes Vic, I know you love my face so much, stop taking photos of me already (: Testing out the functions yeah right, I know you love me. Anw, I enjoyed myself today, the first time I actually used the F word in consecutive sentences. But don't worry, I didn't mean it.

Kk, daddy just called me 12.27AM. Yay! Daddy wants me now. AT LASTS.

btw, its Ruby here. Love you Vic! <3

'omg, I look terminally retarded.' -Vic (HEHEHE)

2008-07-06T12:33:00.002+08:00

Quick one.
Met Ruby & Rachel at Coffee Bean yesterday afternoon, short study session. Then to drama, where Krys and i discovered KY actually has super awesome singing potential. He can do The Scientist by Coldplay, without erring from the original Chris Martin way. Very much unlike David Archuleta and Apologize at the American Idol finals. Poem & play are coming along fine, thank god i got over all that "I'm not crazy enough to do Ophelia" nonsense. And i really wished i knew there were so many other amazing poems in the Silver file, now i know where to check for next year's pieces. I've chosen the most pivotal scene in The Kite Runner as prose, haven't committed it to memory yet so Ms Evelyn refuses to work on it with me.

Slept really, really late last night. Think, 3, almost 4am kinda late. I'm skipping one entire course of yoga right now, cos i really need Sunday morning lie-ins. It's the only day that's scared right now, the rest are all tainted by either IR or tuition, suckness absolute.

Gonna bathe now, have to leave the house in a bit.

P.S. Ashlee Simpson looks like a pregnant whore, never mind the marriage bit. Can't believe the new Mr & Mrs Pete Wentz just threw away their oh-so-happening lives like that.

P.P.S. Herlene is hilarious.

P.P.P.S. The Mothership is nagging. FFFFF.

Gaspard & Kate for Longchamp

2008-07-05T10:04:00.004+08:00

But i'll come around, it's for the best now

Long weekend! (:

Currently trying to set up the iPod, and it proves more complicated than i thought it would be, especially since all my music's in the other pc.

Anyway, the new Longchamp ads with Gaspard & Kate are the epitome of Parisian chic.

Enjoy till Tuesday comes knocking.

the most bothersome of emotions

2008-07-03T21:25:00.002+08:00

You don't know me, you don't wear my chains

I felt so horrendously shallow this afternoon, only those close to me know why.
Though it wasn't actually the main reason why i was feeling so bipolar, it was more like a catalyst, or trigger, if you must, to a whole series of other things.
Absolutely loved the stunt Mr Goh pulled for Chem IR, segregation in the most well-received form.

Oh, by the way, Claire has proof in her pencil case.

IR is mundane

2008-07-02T21:25:00.011+08:00

Because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you

Grossness, today was really stupid. Like, you know when you just know that you totally wasted the entire day? I think this applies to the first half of my 2nd of July. Anyway, calculated during Physics cos the bloody period was so damn dry, there're 105 days left to the O'Levels. And a 132 days till the end of the O'Levels, which is something like 3168 hours till salvation. That doesn't sound like a very long time, if you really think about it.

So...

School, mad dash to Parkway with Ruby, which turned out to be about ten shades of hilarious, we swore we had to have our Caramel IBs before IR, or else we'd probably spend the whole of Math snoozing on our papers. Managed to have Venezia's dark chocolate+biscotti while we were at it, the convenience of location is worth a thousand compliments. Sinful, but nevertheless necessary, especially if you need to survive the midweek suckfest that is school and IR.

Rushed back to school, that part wasn't nice. Loy made her displeasure obvious. Oh, Rachel Wong is bloody good, i tell you. Free Coffee Bean delivery for her, hahaha she totally owes Ruby & i major.

Home for tuition, productive lesson. Tutor insisted that Germany-Spain was fixed. Said i was gullible cos i refused to believe him and continually enforced the pureness of sport. Oh, and everyone hates Ballack! Whyyyyy???

How can you possibly detest my German captain, attacking midfielders are the sex (:

Speaking of attacking midfielders being the sex...

Caught in the act

Feigning nonchalance (omg, can you spell H-O-T?)

Red-carded in style

Assuring the coach he'll think before he acts next time

Love, love and even more love. He's the One, girlfriend be damned.

end of euro'08, update

2008-07-01T16:53:00.003+08:00

It's the flash, flashy eyes that makes it worthwile

Okay, i've decided with alarming finality that i'm going to stick with this blog. The fact that it has no skin, or the skin is so bare, has been quite a toss-up for contemplation of late, note that in all of my last blogs, i've always had one of those very modella exotica skins. But i'm quite enjoying the simple, sparseness of this, in part inspired by The Sartorialist.

Anyway, i've got tuition in less than two hours, and all i've done since getting home from school is eat some really great pasta and Haagen Dazs green tea ice cream. Go ahead, shoot me. The end of Euro brings with it the end of June, and of course, the defeat of Germany. The pure stupidity some people still possess in this day and age did not fail to appall me yesterday.

"So Vic, Germany lost, are you sad?"

Not as sad as i am for you. Please grow a brain, thank you.

That aside, Germany didn't win Euro! They didn't lose technically, because to lose something, you have to own it in the first place. They had a full hour to right a mere wrong, and they failed to deliver. Ballack and Schweinsteiger tried the hardest, so really, give it to them. Wanted to cry when they were walking up to get the silver medal, seriously, the look on Ballack's face was heartbreaking. And seeing Schweinsteiger looking so forlorn just about confirmed the seperation of my heart.

I still don't see how Spain were the better side, even though this was the final i predicted even before the group games begun, this is an avid Germany supporter talking here.

Chem lessons with Amelia has been highly entertaining, we indulge each other to a very large extent. So much so that i can get away with telling her she'll get to wear Vera Wang if she were to be the bridesmaid at my wedding to Bastian (for real). Hahaha. Oh, and much much love to Ruby for the lmao-worthy Social Studies IR yesterday, HX was hilarious. Lastly, infinity love to Sha, Par, Rachel, Euro wouldn't've rocked as much as it did without you guys, hearts & hugs (:

Mummy bought me an iPod yesterday. I told her i was really depressed over Germany. Sometimes maternal instincts are very understanding (: Mango's having a sale now, go check it out. Bought stuff from there & Topshop too. Oooh, amusing encounter with Renessa & Melissa Wong at Topshop.

Alright, have to run. Showering takes an hour and there's still tuition homework (:

Photo-heavy post coming soon.

2008-06-30T05:45:00.001+08:00

Danke & adios

What hurts the most, was being so close

And never knowing what could have been

Schweinski ftw

2008-06-28T14:22:00.003+08:00

YOU'RE IT, YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE

Lukas Podolski, Bastian Schweinsteiger

effing hotness

2008-06-23T18:34:00.002+08:00

I think because we're still in June, i can continue blogging here. Using The Mothership's laptop at the moment, the keyboard feels funny. Anyway, can i just say that aside from the Germany-Croatia upset which they more than made up for with their brilliant victory over Portugal, Euro 2008 has been DA BOMB.

And another thing: it's about time we threw Novak Djokovic into the "OUT" pile, cos his French Open semifinal exit against Rafael Nadal was something like nine shades of pathetic. Yes, i swore he would be the one, and i was positively devastated when i found out about him and the girlfriend, but heck. It's all over and done with now.

On to bigger, and undoubtedly better things, I'M IN LOVE.

ABSOLUTE LOVE. LIKE, [HE'S THE ONE]-LOVE. I SWEAR.

Meet Bastian Schweinsteiger.

Germany and Bayern Munich midfielder, loves to attack down the flanks, whose free kicks gives Cristiano Ronaldo The Sad-Ass David Beckham wannabe more than a run for his money. And he's not conventionally good-looking, but if you understand the true concept of "Hot", then you'll agree with me. Because Bastian Schweinsteiger is damn hot, he is damn damn damn hot. From creating goals to scoring goals to celebrating goals, he has it all in the bank. Throw in his hotter-than-thou bad boy behaviour both on-and-off the pitch, and we've got a winner here (: I mean, did you see his red card against Croatia? Seriously man, i love the Germans. They get red carded in style. Anyway, on that occasion, Schweinsteiger got tackled by some Croatian player into the corner of the pitch, the ball was passed, he got up, turned around, and promptly shoved the player over. There's no denying it, Schweinsteiger is too hot for words (:

Okay, i love him. Really. More than i did Torres, Podolski, and even Djokovic.

hadrian's favoured

2008-06-06T01:37:00.002+08:00

In Greece, even the sculptures are sexy.

my heart is Blue for you

2008-05-24T00:54:00.001+08:00

The remedy is the experience

Its been awhile. Or so i think?

Sometimes i feel like i've got a lot to say, all these words inside me fighting to stream out, but when i open blogger and stare at the post space with the cursor blinking, everything goes blank and silent.

I've been rather prickly lately, semi-apologies. Give me time to emotionally acclimatise, i feel so out of sorts with all this stuff lately. Don't worry though, i'm quite sure i'll bounce back.

Had a sudden urge to upload all the Greece photos just now, but surprise surprise, i couldn't find the camera. Joel has been sitting beside me playing dota for the past three hours. No comment.

Anyway, the day's been relatively decent compared to all the other days i've had this week, most of which can be best described as really effing shite. Exactly why TMF had to give us Orwell's 1984 as english compre IR, i had no idea. It did, however, kick up a torturous morning of varying degrees.

AddMath IR was spent talking to Nic about...hahaha shall not mention. Recess was followed by a crappy Chem period in which i managed to power-nap for a little bit. Left a lot of blanks in the paper, but heck. Had to make up for last week's Physics practical after school, thank you Amelia & Nic for coming along with me. Then Parkway for sashimi, sushi & gelato with Jac & Belle. We were joined shortly after by Amelia & Nic, spent a substantial amount of time in Novo where Amelia fell in love with ivory patent peep-toes, Jac tried the neon pink+black Diesel heels, and i added quite a number of things to my To-Buy list. Yes babes, GSS is here. Eventful afternoon.

And i would never forget this;

JT baby, i feel your pain.

The unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh

Death breath is sure to outlast this catastrophy

Dance with me, because if you've got the poison, I've got the remedy

what goes around

2008-05-20T17:15:00.000+08:00

Would anyone mind telling me exactly what kind of tragic-in-an-undoubtedly-pathetic-fashion Chuck/Blair reunion the season finale was?

And i've always detested the GG writer's support for the unlikeliest couples, but hello, how many legions of fans have had their hopes pinned on the ending? And why does it have to end in the most fucked-up anti-climax of all?

I love my Chuck Bass, don't get me wrong. But his parting scene did my favourite bad boy absolutely no justice.

P.S Greece was fab, and i rather enjoyed Mykonos. It was total paradise. And don't get me started on the European boys, you know how i am.

time to post

2008-05-10T16:07:00.000+08:00

It's not over tonight

Okay, here's a little before-i-go present. Wait, scratch the present. I suppose it's more of an obligation. http://s282.photobucket.com/albums/kk254/toxicthrills/
Party photos, all there for your perusal. It took a hell lot of reminders and one phonecall from Elaina to guilt-trip me into getting around to upload them. Enjoy!

Update: will be in Greece next week, gonna miss the checking of scripts. One extremely harrowing session of Tee-time, and now the tiger has chosen to alternate between showcasing fury or outwardly ignoring my very existence. I suppose this is somewhat of an improvement when you compare this with the anger-treatment.

Ruby's birthday was good, the girl couldn't stop grinning her head off. I was happy for her. Hope you like the present, sweets.

Sentosa was pretty cool. Nailed the flying trapeze on all three occasions this time, even managed to backflip off twice. No eye candy, the emo kid Pron pointed out couldn't even come close. Dinner, the usual highlight, was rushed. But had my oysters, so good enough. Scuba-diving in the underwater world was the bomb, no need for elaboration.

Went Vivo just now to shop for dresses, had Marche for dinner. Omg, i don't care, when i get back from Greece, every day will be Fruit Day. Feasting has absolutely got to be taken off the agenda.

Okay, off. I need to pack for Greece.

Athens, Mykonos, here i come (:

Georgienne's party: update

2008-05-02T17:07:00.000+08:00

Got the party on lockdown

School's in a few hours and everything, but Georgienne's party was freakin' awesome. I only have two words for you: Absolute. Blast.

Here are a few teasers:

V & P: Partners in crime for the night

With our substitute "Prince"

Meet The Anna-Bass: houndstooth scarf was a nice touch

Crowned Trio: With the birthday girl

BFFs.

More details in the next post, which'll probably be after Sentosa