If someone tells you the samba is merely a beat...

Well, don't believe them. Today was spent with great company! Imelda Adel and HysteriCal as usual hehehehe I lubs them okai. Wah frenzied shopping at "cheap and chic mecca" as Nylon magazine dubbed Topshop.. Not so cheap lah huh. Claustrophobia galore! And I went there twice, once by my own broke self and the pals, and then later with Selvia Khoeswojo. WOOHOO!

Hmmm Cal said, "no offense but you haven't uploaded many many polaroids.." and added a very unnatural chuckle after saying that. HAHAHA. Just joking, I will definitely post the one taken today, after I learn how to flatten my stomach with Photoshop.

Imelda! You really did spend a lot.. More than us anyway, but you're gonna be spending much more in Jakarta. And LA!! We should do this more often ok.

The Art of Snubbing

How do you attach an mp3 file onto your blog? I am very technologically-detached.. (A little pun to cheer you up or irritate the hell out of you my beloved readers). I am quite annoyed because I have found out that something I want to buy is sold out. Fuck! Last night went for painting again. "Fond feelings" and "wo yao na ge ya you hen duo pi de" with Adel and Val... Who wanted duck meat with the most skin. My meagre Chinese (or Chink in some people's dictionaries) was sufficient enough to comprehend and to protest to Val's request.

Anyway I was reading my archives and realised that maybe, just maybe, I was smarter when I was still in school! I don't write like a fucking dumb twat like I recently have been! O-oh! Maybe it's Jasmine Tan's constant coaching and are-you-dumb-or-stupid looks that previously forced me to think harder before I put my pen to paper, or in this case fingers to keyboard. Well whatever it is, the quality of writing has definitely deproved.

Fuck! I thought my sister was gonna arrive tomorrow. She's already here!!!!! Fuck I'm outta here byebyeeeeeeeeeeeeee I hope she bought a hell lot of shit for me!!!!!!! WISH ME LUCK

Perverse friends and tartare sauce

We had baked rice and fries and ice cream, Jiawen and I. Haha it is definitely going to be the highlight of my week! "I don't know whether it is perverse of me, but I sincerely hope you turn out to be gay" and "military tops and iron-ons". I know that this blog is relatively private (only a select few, the creme de la creme of my life read this) so I really don't care if what I say is offensive.

We saw so many interesting people today. Hmmm one of which a close old friend. Who made use of me in a sense of the word so I'd like to tell her that she owes me money here! I can't stand it anymore I have been a walking ATM for so many people I think I could've bought myself a MiuMiu or a 2.55 had I been more discerning and stingy with my money. So there is no more nice, friendly, always-ready-to-help-with-your-financial-crisis Stella! Not for anyone but the icing on my brioche-social circle will be subjected to my generosity (which is actually not much la).

Oh I'd just like to throw in a pun that I made up yesterday..

On the topic of our parents' weights
Q: So is your mom fat or not? I don't remember how she looks like anymore..
Me: Oh she used to be really thin.. Until she had to take hormone shots and pills cos there was something wrong with her uterus and had to operate and stuff
Q: Oh?
Me: Oh ya.. Up till the ovarytion (operation) she was still thin... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Q and X: Fuck you!!

Okay lah I think my jokes are quite good what, aren't they. Being friends you guys really ought to agree. I'm in a chatty mood today, pity I have noone to talk to!!!!!! Anyway Ong and I have decided to keep Mondays free for each other.. It will sort of be like Tuesdays with Morrie but in our circumstance those sessions will be called Mondays with Khoeswoyo since I am going to be leaving pretty soon? Uh oh. And she always asks what lesson I will impart her during the session. Irritating or what. But I love Ong and I miss Cupcake.

Since I seem to be in a permanent dumb-blonde mood these days, I am going to post up pictures of the most gorgey people on earth!! Irina, Iekeliene and Freja I LOVE YOU!!!!!!! I WILL BE A LESBIAN FOR YOU! (Jiawen how'd you like that!!!!!!)






































Okay lah I think enough lesbian love.. I am off to see L word season 3! I'm in such a cheery mood I even annoy myself. Oh yes! These days too many coincidences are taking place, just as much of a coincidence as me picking up Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman while I was about to go take a dump (too much information but I will get to the point) and read one of the stories about coincidences. It is such a lovely story but really rotten to the core. I don't know if anyone understands what I am saying but if you read his books, you'd get it too! As I was watching QAF yesterday I heard the most mellow song in a long time and made it hard for me to breathe! (No exaggeration).. It is Lover's Spit by Broken Social Scene. Maybe it is a really popular song among the indie crowd (Valerie? HAHA) yeah but it was the first I've heard of the song and I was nothing short of captivated. And this afternoon as I was playing it online, I flipped through my new edition of Nylon and the first page I opened, I saw it! Some guy's playlist #1 song was Lover's Spit. It may not mean much to anyone but I was quite struck.. Somehow there is a random way things happen.. But they will always work out fine. We learn how to live with our conditions. I can't think of a better word. I think it is accurate enough.

A Foggy Day in London Town

If the title of this post suggests another annoying self loathing and indulgent rantings... You are wrong! I will take you by surprise! It is just to say farewell to my pal Quando who is to travel to *drumrolls* London tomorrow! Have fun Quando even if you don't get to read this. Looking forward to your things! I am only waiting for Xin-ki to upload my Oreo teeth picture onto her blog. Then I can put it here also. Since this space lacks photographs and novelty (I have been told).

A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.

Waiter: Who is having the Caesar (seizure)... Er...
Q: Seizure! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: Cesarean! (Laughing about a different thing)

Yeah yeah I should live on another planet. I've been told.

You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored

Something tells me it's not right to be listening to the R&J soundtrack so early in the day.

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sink ships for you,
Take the cross for you
Make me a part of you
Because I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you

No, not lovestruck. I am thinking of the days ahead in California sucking up some sun. Urgh I cannot handle the thought.. I am not much of a sunshine girl. Sweating makes me cranky. I wonder why I chose to go to California though? I lament my indecision and hesitance about Nice. Shucks. But then again had I decided to study in Nice I would have to pick up another language. A total hassle, but I really don't mind. There isn't much difference in school fees, but Nice would prolly be more expensive to live in. Wah I daresay now that while I wouldn't enjoy the Californian sun, I would probably bask in the French Riviera sunshine. Haha I'm a fucker I know.

But seriously, I need to settle in quickly and inexpensively. Doubt it though, since I the campus itself is like next to the Wharf and very dowtown-y. Fuck! I'll need a job. Shit I can't even be grammatical at this point.

The History Boys

Grad night pictures

Really long overdue, but I'm really bored and I feel like posting something. So, 4 months late but enjoy anyway. Blogger is a bitch btw.

Tristeza, the big sadness the heart feels

Hello friends and family whoever bothers to read this page. I actually have no particular purpose in typing an entry at such an odd time in the afternoon. I have art later, should be looking forward to that! I am painting two zebras now, I think I'll only finish them in early 2010. Who cares when I complete them though, right?

Anyway this morning Club 21 sale with Q wah it was a madhouse. Took place in one of the ballrooms of Holiday Inn Hotel off Great World City. My god the crowd was.. Intimidating to say the least. The thing started off at 9 a.m and by 10, there was a loooooooooooong line, had to deposit your bags and all that shit to prevent shoplifting or maybe in their case ballroomlifting. Whatever, not funny. Anyway! Got ourselves pretty good deals and we were so pleased that we decided to have dim sum afterwards. When am I finally going to save money? And that bitch Q is going to London on tuesday! What a prick!

So we saw like at least 100 Chanel bags during the sale itself. No, they weren't selling Chanel bags, but the patrons. God! Singaporeans are freaking rich and spendthrift? Is that the word you use. Yeah as Q said, "Eh you see that girl, she's in control", pointing to a woman with a modest-sized plastic bag to contain her purchases. "But you see that one, behaviour damn bad", she pointed to another lady who could hardly carry her shopping in two industrial sized carriers. Well we were hardly in control (bearing in mind our finances) of our purchases. Technically we spent whatever we could, so we weren't in control. The most spectacular sight today though, was one lady who stood up from her wheelchair and stacked her shopping in it while she pushes it like a grocery cart in the supermarket. And she still had that oxygen thing attached to her nostrils! Crazy or what? Haha, she initially snatched a pair of wonderful Dries Van Noten from me, and as I was about to go into a madwoman frenzy I noticed that she was, well, elderly and disadvantaged. So I let it go. Sigh altruistic me.

It is scary how we don't think twice to spend hundreds of hard earned dollars on a few pairs of whatever! (Adel?) What has changed us into materialistic and consumerist beasts that we are today? Is it also attributed to our increasing wealth? I don't think so right? I've charged so many things to Mastercard and there are too many Do-you-accept-Nets questions popping out of my mouth in the past month alone that I dare say I will have to starve next month. At the rate I'm going I am going to have to sell my old clothes to buy new ones. Why is it such a compulsion? I know that my things aren't "luxurious" or whatevs but it is the best I can afford. If I could afford better clothes, I definitely would. It seems like only a few of us are like that and most others are in control. Is it bad? I need to get to the bottom of this compulsion!

I am sure it is not our image conscious selves or whatever-the-hell hypotheses shrinks or behaviour analysts suggest that makes us shopaholics. (Disclaimer: I hate that term but for the sake of this argument just bear with me, I am not N****, my friends, I still belong in this planet). I also think I am proud of myself, definitely no self esteem issues. I will not blame my impulses on the very fact that my character is flawed and not interesting enough that I have to purchase something new to make someone like me. I am getting incoherent again but cut me some slack. Isn't it just nice to have a pair of Eley Kishimoto flats on sale? I don't care if people see my shoes' red soles, I just want to have them. Relate with me, all you broke shoppers.

I'd love to say that it is not a sin to Buy. Technically it isn't. But how come I feel so guilty?

That said, Marc by Marc Jacobs show next Wednesday. Hmmm.

But I Can't

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The History Boys

Damn awesome movie, I loved it! And so did Ong lah. Duh.

They were all hot. And gay. Steamy lor (FUCK!).

[Dakin is annoyed because he thinks Irwin doesn't like him]
Posner: But he doesn't understand, Irwin *does* like him. He seldom looks at anyone else.
Scripps: How do you know?
Posner: Because nor do I. Our eyes meet looking at Dakin.

HAHAHA I am going to have to watch it a million times I love it! Even the ending wasn't a letdown, I thought it was fucking brilliant! It was.. yeah great lah ok everyone should go see it. And ask me along when you decide to see it. WAH.

I'm wild again, beguiled again, a simpering whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.

Effortless

The title of this post may conjure up images and memories of The Bonesetter's Daughter for you folks who did it in Crescent. Well but that was what I was going to talk about, a realisation after a relatively short dinner that I had with my friends last night. Hmmm. Okay so it's like this. You're supposed to be in a relationship because it isn't chore-ish to you to keep up with it? Or are you genetically (what a weird choice of word but pardon me) constructed to have to work to make something work. Aiyah anyway whatever it is I only want to tell that friend that I'll always be here for her. Whatever it is that she does, I know she has justifications for. So.. Yeah that's what I meant.

So last night we went to HolV Tango's where I had god knows how many deep fried chicken wings. I will stay true to my roots and say that RnB wings are still my favourites. You see, last night I was misled into thinking that the wings in Tango's cost the same as RnB's. Okay the inner stingy self is slowly resurfacing right about now. Er forgot again what the point of this paragraph was. Uhhuh, and last week we went to my homeland, the hinterland ha ha ha I don't even want to say more. Ayam penyet drizzled with oily super spicy chili and prawns! Same style. God I don't even want to think about it now? Whets my appetite. I need carb-blockers.

I am getting incoherent aren't I? Adel says that she used to feel I was trying to read people whenever I talk to them. Like I overanalyse things. Er not quite like that, I don't know how to put it in words la. Whatever it is, I READ YOU OKAY SO DON'T THINK YOU WILL GET AWAY WITH IT I AM SO NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND STOP YOUR NONSENSE OR I WILL.. DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE TO YOU.

Really you know, I read you. (Now I seem stalkerish. Fuck la) I'm gonna see History Boys later yay some hot homo shit. Not.

THE UNI REPLIED ME!!

HEYHOHEYHOHEYHO Acad of Art Uni REPLIED ME THEY WANT ME IN FOR SUMMER COURSE INSTEAD OF FALL THEY LOVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE MYSELF TOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway I met up with old pals today. Hyperventilating I talk some more later. Now verbal diarrhoea with Q. Bye bye

Terra Incognita

I see too many of these blank patches that noone can fill in. I don't mean, be there for you-ish. I mean, there are too many things you can't answer for yourself, let alone others. All these mixed signals, aiyah, unknown terrain to me.

Sorry if that kinda jumped out of nowhere. I really feel that it is fucked up lah. In other news, some of you who bother to read this should have known that I've been suffering from a particularly severe bout of food poisoning. Must be that yellowish bean curd thing I had in Chinatown. What I don't get is why Q and X didn't get that disease too. And they ate my beancurd. I was supposed to be the one with the Third World digestive system resilient to all kinds of bacteria.

In other (bimbotic, but happy nonetheless) news, I found out that Uncle Marc's shop is opening here, my god my god hyperventilation galore........... I'm (there's no other way to put it) overjoyed. Now I can really invest and not feel guilty about pledging my allegiance to my druggie favourite Uncle in the world.

I think my food poisoning has affected my brain so ok bye!

Oh ya Kai and pals we must arrange to meet up soon!

Out of Boredom

I don't know how many will check back in here, because frankly I don't know why I'm writing as well. Hmm, okay. Fuck yesterday I had something to say, but today I forgot what I was going to say! SHIT. ER, it's something important and it was also had-to-get-out-of-your-chest kind of musings.

Okay while I try and retrieve my memory would anyone reading this (optimistically assuming people still frequent this page) visit www.lapillus-accessories.blogspot.com please? It would make a friend of mine very happy if you purchase her goodies. Or did that sound very very wrong? Anyway I didn't go out of my way to make it sound wrong. Aiyah you get my drift.

So! Anyway I know the hype is over and stuff, but results came back! And I'm so damn lazy to do uni applications. Unlike some I know who intend to rub shoulders with the likes of the Olsen twinnies and whoever in the world, I humbly recite again that I am only looking forward to learning my trade, whatever it is that I do want to learn. I haven't decided. Plus the grades system is quite fucked up. SO HOWWWWWW.

Oh yeah again I know the hype is over and stuff (quote unquote), but I haven't posted the prom polaroids yet! That I promised long ago, unless noone gives a shit. Ok maybe noone gives a shit but I'm gonna post it anyway. Or maybe not today, no energy to scan shit in again. Sorry folks.

Oh jeez I really don't remember what it was that I had to get off my chest yesterday.. How do we do this? Er, yeah never mind that. ANYWAY I'm glad some of my friends have weighed the gravity of the situation and started to ask me out HAHA since I'm leaving in July. Suddenly they ask to see me at 10 pm! I heart my friends ok.