Some teachers go all out to inspire you to learn. They speak your lingo, make an effort to understand your psychology and constantly feed you with interesting tit-bits (of info, that is) to keep you coming back for more. And you know what, teachers? We will remember you.

Then there are those who kill any budding interest you had of their subject. I know one who has an elitist attitude and, I feel, treats me with disdain. So I didn't do too well for his subjects- big deal. Teachers of this sort, I'll remember too.


Seriously, why are there so many nutcracks around? I'd give up Lays for three months to be absolved from their crazy attitudes. I'd throw in peanut butter too, if they could actually change. I don't have that very often. Which means I don't really care that much; it's their sodding life, not mine.

These people, you can't just avoid them. Not when the situation has been cast. The best you can do is slap on a poker face and grin and bear it. And maybe bare just a little fang now and then when you absolutely have to.

I'm really tempted to show my claws (not necessarily in the spirit of Halloween) , but I'm reeling them in. I'm sure they are just oblivious to the ugliness of their actions- no one likes being disliked. And the last two are mentally disturbed. You don't wanna mess with those.

How many times have you heard the life is your canvas allegory? And how many times have you scoffed at it?

Maybe I'm not thinking straight, but I suddenly find the idea of migrating very, very appealing.

I (almost) always leap before I look and do things on whim, but really, is all so unfathomable? I know that Singapore is safe and has a good education and transport system and everything, but things are positively insipid here, and I'm dying for a change. I mean, since you're gonna live your life, make it a colourful one, right?

Shows that showcase Singapore's uniqueness are springing up like daisies, but how unique are we, really? We keep poking fun at ourselves for our kiasu-ism, Singlish and love of complaining, and frankly, I'm starting to think that that's all that (oh wow, I used three thats in a sentence- how cool is that?) we are capable of. Is there nothing more to us then chilli crabs and char kway teow (both of which I'd love to dig into right now)?

Ruby just told me that Japanese eat organic chocolate. Women - who I assume to be luscious young lasses - eat nothing but chocolate and fruits, and their poop is the treat you await. Disgusting? Yes. Fascinatingly unique? Defintely. I don't think I'd try that any time soon, but I bet I just sparked your interest in Japan.

Singapore severely lacks talent, so we keep snatching ideas from other countries. Not very unique now, are we? I know no one's to blame for that, but still. And while the younger generations are growing to be increasingly open-minded, we do have a fair number of prudes around. Their unjustified conservativeness never does anything for anyone's self-esteem.

Other than the aforementioned points, and being but a puny dot that can be covered within two days, I'm pretty happy to be in Singapore.

I'm babbling. This was just a passing thought and I should stop. I know there's such a thing as tourism (I'm studying it, in fact), and I know that the good friends I've made here can never be replaced and therefore should not be forsaken, but I shan't discuss that here. Reason being I haven't thought hard about it and I don't have the luxury to; not out loud, not now.

It's like I've been stranded on an island; I'm hungry, I'm tired and I'm desperate.

All I can think of is Kenny Roger's mac and cheese, chicken soup and sleep. There isn't anything remotely appetising at home; the best there is is pandan bread and bananas. You'd think there'd be some oreos lying around somewhere, but no. Not a single cracker.

But more than satiating my hunger, more than resting my weary eyes, I want to not have to do my MP. Which is exactly what's pending on my list. In fact, it's at the top of my list.

Come to think of it, I might actually prefer being stranded on an island than work on my MP. But only if a good friend/ my mum were there to accompany me, and only if we were to be saved - unharmed - that very week.

My birthday gift, Fossil gift cards worth $100, was meant for this wallet:



And I was there to witness the transcendent moment during which its status switched from while stock lasts to sold out. Only, the buyer wasn't me. Le sigh.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. If I can lay my claws on the following beauties, that is.






I have no idea whether the Burberry wallets are the real deal as I ripped these photos off ebay (couldn't find them on the official site, but that might just mean that the site hasn't been updated), but they sure are sitting pretty. I've always liked Burberry's signature plaid design. It looks great even on watch faces and their fragrance bottles rock too, though the smells don't really do it for me.

Obviously I know that these wallets are pricey, but I promise to get a good deal and use the gift card money as well. I'm not the sort who only hankers after branded stuff, but it's hard to find a nice wallet and my current wallet looks like it's been used to scrub gravel, run over a truck, flushed down the toilet and then some. I've been using it for at least three years, and hopefully the new one will serve me five. Reason enough?

So I did it to myself again. And I did it to you too.

What's new.

I should just dive into a manhole and get gnawed to death by rodents.

Shit. Pear's birthday is less than two hours away, and I haven't made his present yet. But I need to work on my MP. It's just gonna have to wait till I'm absolutely nauseated by the idea of doing AutoCad. Oh wait, I already am.


Isn't it funny how I try to cheat myself of time? And manage to sound incoherent at the same time, like how I'm doing now? In case no one has guessed it yet, I'm trying to put off doing my MP. It revolts me so, and it just so happens that other than being the queen of -what term did I use again?- scatterbrains, I am also the reigning champion procastinator.

So sue me.

School has officially started, just like how I am officially doomed.

No, that's not right. I'm supposed to shed a little sunshine on everything, not be all doom and gloom. I've realised optimism is one of the best qualities anyone can have, because with it comes hope. And with hope, you light up the room! Like a christmas tree! I likey that! So yes, school has started, and I feel... beatific.

Anyways, I felt a sense of trepidation the second I reached the school bus stop (there I go again). Regular schoolwork is generally okay; yawn-inducing and sometimes scratch-head-bald baffling, but essentially manageable. My MP, on the other hand, is in a whole other blood vessel-bursting league. I can totally see myself going ballistic doing it, but it's all I've got. Unless Mr Cheng would be so kind as to give me an A for a periodic MP report. And we all know that's not gonna happen, because no one gets it that easy.

The sight of the hordes of kids (because I am the big kid on the block now, being year 3 and all, I get to call the rest kids), each wearing their vacation shopping, cruising along the concourse was like a stamp of affirmation- the race has started.

So dramatic, this girl. Well yeah, I thought I'd add a tad of theaterics for your entertainment.

But yeah, the teachers I've met so far seem pretty nice. I'm always blown away by my Communication Skills teachers. Why is it that every one of them brim with poise and charm and all that sleek puff stuff? Did their mum feed them something when they were young? Because I want a dose of that too!

For all my whining, today has actually been okay. I saw that gero gero kurukurupa and I think I managed not to flinch. A colossal feat. Tomorrow shall be better. By better, I mean I won't even feel the tiniest urge to doze off. I was fighting the zzz monster (yes, Pear, it is not a figment of your imagination- it is one part hair, three parts muscle; play-dohesque clumpy muscles that make it look like a cloud) today. Or was that part of my dream? Hmm.

days frolicking by the beach and lazing in the sun.

idly sipping expensive coffee at a cafe, checking out the flux of teenyboppers through the glass.

my first wild night in town, doing it and doing it right.

exploring a foreign city, fluently conversing with locals in their native language along the way.


School starts tomorrow. I gotta stop dreaming.

My boyfriend is tactless. In-your-face tactless.

Me: I hope you don't mind that I'm sharing your present with the rest because it's really quite expensive. I do have something else for you though.

Pear: Nah, it's okay. I'll even be fine with another figurine (I made him one last year).

Me: What do you mean "even". Why don't you like it?

Pear: Because it's useless; cannot be eaten, cannot be worn, and takes up one eighth of my cabinet space.

Me: Huh... :(

I was crushed. For this, I think I'll make him a figurine every year. He's not gonna insult my sincerity and get away with it (or in this case, without it)!



Spotted another kick-ass Seiko chrono today. It has an oblong dial and black leather strap, and it costs around $450. It was significantly cheaper than the rest of the watches I've been eyeing at, so I bought it on the spot. Yeah, I wish.

Last night was spent at Bryan's. It's been quite some time since we last gathered like this. And like this doesn't refer to just sheer numbers. Nobody was complaining about anything, and no one was having a go at anyone, and the touchy topic of IG wasn't brought up.

Our first IG experience was The Best- there is no contest. I had felt threatened by the sub-coms last year, afraid that fresh blood would come between us. And I wasn't the only one. This year, I worry that the friction caused by clashing opinions will wear friendships out. Again, I don't stand alone. But that magical first year, we were clueless, untainted and just out to have fun. And somehow, we gelled.

A few months later, Pear and I happened, and suddenly my blog was seeing a lot less angst-ridden entries.

I don't know what my point is. I guess I'm just glad that we - and I'm not just focusing on Pear and I now- found that elusive spark in one another, and I'm thankful.



And to disrupt the solemn mood like Sheena claims I always do, I AM CRAZY HUNGRY!

My computer is going cuckoo on me again. It keeps hanging and showing blue screen and it's irritating the hell out of me! It has depressed me so much, I need a giant bag of Lays and some luscious lava cake right now! But I'll settle for anything, really. I'm starving and there's nuts at home. And by nuts, I mean nothing.


I've been trying to get into the mood of doing my Major Project by designing my future home. I am undecided on the theme because I want bright and cheery, I want zen; I want minimalist, and I want quirky-vintage. How do I choose?!

Aside from a pool table (wouldn't that be cool! Tonberry wouldn't have to pay to play anymore! :), there should also be an excess of big, low windows, a old-school rotary dial telephone, dangly door curtains, bean bags, bubble sofas and a water bed. Man, I want my new home now!


This mood-preparation technique is obviously a lousy one- it's too distracting. And frankly, it was just a means to justify the time wasted. Heh.

The clock is ticking and my computer shuts down every twenty minutes or so. I think I might die when school reopens and I'm hit by a truckload of MP-related work. I'm worried.

But I shouldn't be. Because there is no point in worrying, is there? My computer is going bonkers; I can't do anything till it's fixed. Yup, that's the way to go; being sound and objective.

I don't know why everyone has switched over to LJ and Wordpress because Blogger suits me just fine. (Blogger is actually my maiden blog site!) You can post a photo wherever you want, and people don't have to click on a link to read every full post. The only downsides are that there is no convenient "New Post" button on the blog itself and that you have to log in each time you want to blog. Usually I'm already signed on to MSN, so Spaces was a breeze that way.

Virtually no one aside from Pear and Belinda - and maybe Joey - visits my blog, but it makes me happier to have a chirpier blog skin and a more meaningful URL. So here I am :).