To the Brother and Kak Jannah, have a safe trip to and fro. I'll send you my regards from heart and wait for your safe return.

At of this moment, confirm plus chop Raggie and Afro are diving into their books. Say hello to Deathly HorrowsHallows for me. This is irritatingly pathetic but I've yet to watch Transformers and Harry Potter. Shoot myself; I know.

I really miss Starbucks. Yesterday night I drank home made mocha; milo mix coffee. That was my company throughout the night typing. Previuously, I'd at least patronise Starbucks once a week, now it's turning once a month. The last time was at One Fullerton, that place is gorgeous.

I kinda plan what I want to do after all these projects and assignments are done. I can't wait. I'll pamper myself with one week of self pleasure; just hopping and screaming around Orchard Road like I just don't care. HAHA. And after all that, it'll be exams.

Seems like there's so little time.

Till then, God bless and have a great weekend.

Labels: Terribly busy that Friday nights are spent home-ing.

International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. International Business. Drained the shit out of me.


I feel like having prata tomorrow. The one at North canteen serves heck-care-about-the-queue prata; yes it's that tasty. Talking about food, it has never been easy to decide what to have for lunch in school. Especially due to the limited choices. Everyday is like a get fat day, even my paperclip says, "Wanna get fat?". HAHA. Seeing Althea with her green apple and orange juice for lunch was like dropping 100 hotdog buns on us. Somethings fat are just unavoidable, like Cheeseburger cravings. Melted cheese, they are to die for right?

Also, trips to Cheers to get fatty snacks has become a norm. From chocolates(that I can't say no to) to pizza flavoured crackers. Today was just the same, junk food to take a load from our shoulders. Well, it's more like adding more to it.

And when it comes to promotions, we Singaporeans always fail to see the details of the promotions. Just like the Pokka drink me and Raggie shared; 2 for $1.20. The rise of the auntie-spirit, we grab hold of 2 Green Teas. Total cost was $2 instead.

Me: "Eh why $2?"
(Both rushes to beverages fridge and move ourselves closer to the label.)
Me: Aiya.
Raggie: The one below(Green Tea) not included. Auntie sia!

Let's quit school. Gosh, I wish I could do that. I just want this period to end so soon, but looking at my progress with projects and everything else I wish there had been 28hrs in a day instead. However, DS is there to save the day! Ocassional multiplaying becomes the antidote in times like this, where project is our middle name.


To end;
I love red, thank you Nir for Wallet Shop.
I love sneakers, thank you Bossini for Converse.

Labels: Call me Ronmoposh.

Thank you Adam and Ramesh for French Connection.
Thank you Lifa for vain-pod set.
Thank you Nadia for Superman boy shorts.
I love them all.

You'll get hell if you're with women who are hungry as they'll get angry too. Lunch was strangely silent yesterday, for a moment we felt like pigs but then again there was just so much to do. But now it's over, period.

As much as I was over the moon the past few days, there was still a tinge of sadness that swelled in me too. It was just picture perfect, but beneath those frames were just of those which belittled the eye. Let's not get too emotional here, instead take action in aid of global warming. I'm not exagerrating. Righttt.

Moving on, July's definitely a month of madness. It's all about school now and a little more freedom from work. It's doing me good actually; more napping at home pleases me. It's piling and one after another, I just want everything to end so quickly. I realised that 2hrs is the ideal time for project discussion. Anything more than that, we're all drained and no further information can be processed. I don't mind being a robot like Victoria Beckham, everything about her is just polished and posh. That includes the husband.

My hair had me at hello at times. Stubborn strands of hair confused at which direction they should fall at. I only love them when they're tame. I admit sometimes it looks like a wig, at times like a broom.

Maroon 5 has been on replay irritatingly, but I'm cool with that. (Read: Dear Raggie, Afro told me she doesn't want to return your CD to you.) And I only enjoyed 1 song out of Gym Class Heroes' album; they do the thing called rap. Also Lovestoned by J.T, another hot number. Though most of his releases kinda have the same tempo, but I like.

Labels: To dance like him.

Check out the 4th July Girl perfume selling at John Little, nice!

The many many many thank yous to;

1. Mirah, Putera and Ridhwan for that pleasant suprise with the help of some nearby mats.
2. Geraldine, Afroza, Jingyi and Charmaine for making me scream in Burger King, taking the time to find the best bargains and the most beautiful card.
3. Rosa, Fizah, Xueli and Althea for the 'kush-kush'.
4. The brother and Kak Jannah for Esprit Horizon.
5. Seri and bf Danial(aka Dolah) for The Shop On Blossom Street.
6. Cik Linda for the almost-forgot-your-birthday gift.
7. Gervais for that motivational card, sweet.
8. Little kids Nadirah and Nasri for the paperfan.
9. Myself
10. Friends for all the well wishes.

I had too much on a school night.

Labels: Last teen year.

For today, I knew I've made someone happy.

It has always never been a personal affair; this blog of mine. I don't plant junk of my personal issues here, though I try to be as transparent as possible at the appropriate time. Everyone loves honesty, but when you become too honest with some sensitive things just maybe you're adding fuel to the fire.

I just blog whenever I feel like it.

Personal attacks are becoming a norm in this not-so-conservative world we're living in right now. People are just so blunt with what they say; and I'm on that guilt trip as well. But when things go out of hand, one has to stop immediately. This is what everyone calls; know your limits.

I've made people laugh and even cry. From this I realised not all jokes are funny after all.

My birthday's around the corner, I'm still growing up. I still have that teenage angst in me, like everyone else. Though I might have lived a little bit older than some other people, I know I don't know everything just yet. Sometimes, I just don't want to grow up at all. The thought of going through marriage and motherhood, let's just skip that.

For reasons unknown, some things are just just better left unsaid. Or even shared.

Labels: Let's not just talk.