I have a new wardrobe and chest of drawers! They were supposed to be cheap, at a total of $204, but I had to deliver them because the wardrobe package was too big to cab it, and that cost an additional $50.

Anyway, I am so proud of myself because I fixed the wardrobe all on my own :D! Pear helped me with the chest of drawers and rushed back from his reunion dinner to help me carry my old wardrobe to the lift lobby. In case it sounds like I'm a total tyrant, he lives near me, so it wasn't that much trouble coming back.

If you're wondering why I didn't pay the extra $12 (or $24, I'm not quite sure) to save myself the hassle of fixing up, well, I don't know either. It sounded kinda fun- something I would regret, but fun. And it was, but now I'm dead beat. Oh yeah, I reconfigured my room layout again, too! Things are looking so fresh, I like :). I had really wanted to paint the walls a soft, buttery yellow but there was simply no time.


I hope the sweeping-during-CNY-brings-bad-luck thing purely applies to sweeping because I was still mopping the floor at the stroke of midnight. For two seconds. And then I was done. Tell me it doesn't apply, tell me! It was only two seconds!


OK, I need to prep myself for a boring day of visiting tomorrow (why does everyone like bak kwa? I nibble on them every year to be polite, but I don't like them all that much). I wish my cousins and I hadn't grown apart. CNY would have been something to look forward to if we hadn't.

I'm rambling again. And real tired. Again. Which was how I was when I was doing peer evaluation yesterday. I ramble when I'm tired, I think. I hope I didn't write anything stupid. I can't be bothered to change anything now either ways. Peace.

G and I have been cleaning up so much shit, you'd wonder who the real asswipes were. No, not us- we are the victims, remember?



Amateurs built the ark;
Professionals built the Titanic

Decisions, decisions!


It's difficult to pop on those rose tinted shades and pretend that everything is peachy when things are like this. But yeah, I'll try.

Whew, what a week! I zonked out almost immediately after I reached home last night, BBQ-infused hair and all. My biological clock has gone cuckoo, and I'm still feeling a teensy bit groggy right now, so don't mind me if I blabber incoherently.


I've been slogging over projects, doing things that I "don't know why I am doing because I don't like doing them", and basically getting cranky from all the pockets of naps I've been taking.

I am reluctant to believe that it's just a case of me liking to punish myself, but I think that's just it. I bet even you are tired of how I keeping going on about doing things that I have no interest in. In some twisted, masochistic way, I always end up sticking my foot into these tried-and-tested-a-gazillion-times waters. In fact, even as my fingers jab away, I'm doing it again; I'm considering going for the NECDC Adventure Race when I know I'll end up literally falling flat on my face.

Also, I've been dealing with an obstacle this past week, and it's a she. Am I really that socially inept? Or is a quarter of the world really made up of self-righteous psychos?


Occasionally, I get this it's me against the world feeling. Occasionally feels a lot more like perpetually nowadays.

Yet another ClubR project has popped up like an annoying zit on my weary face, and I'm manning the ELF booth at 9am tomorrow. That leaves me seven hours minus travel time. Oookay.

It's TPOH3 for me, and this time round, I'm just a silver of the pie crust. That's cool with me; it'll be my personal anniversary.


If people were just a tad more considerate... Well, they never are.




Edit @ 17 45

Joey and Hui Shan: I hope you two have stopped laughing by now.

And they've got me grabbing at straws, tangled up in their web, a sticky mess of sorts.
And you've got me begging for air, away from your want of redemption, or maybe another round of deception.
And it's got me startled, it's got me muddled, it's got me good.

Just uploaded pictures from my phone for CCOM (took a photo of my job ad), so here's some of it, plus Kaixin and Janice's Cameron shots.











I was a total glutton today. Mag and I shared a pint of three tiered Ice Cream Chef- cookie dough, oreos and cream, and kaya lotti with Tim Tams and brownie chunks. Immediately after which we headed for some Katong laksa. Come dinner time, we had vermicelli, barley dessert, three packs of chips and a packet of Hello Panda. Nay to healthy living! Oh, but I did attempt rollerblading today though- a good start on my new year resolutions!

I also slept alone last night, something to applaud although I didn't turn off the lights. What? It was already past three in the morning! And I've been drinking two glasses of water daily too. It's a start.

Alrighty, gotta hit the sack.

We've stumbled our way into 2009, and I still can't write with my left hand. Had planned to learn it by 28 June last year. That should give you a gauge of how adept I am at procrastinating.

I shan't include "no procrastination" on my resolution list because it will only get pushed on to being next year's resolution, but here's the rest:

Become a hardcore optimist
By hardcore, I mean that I shouldn't even have to remind myself to think of the bright side. I really admire the way optimists infect others with their cheerfulness, and I'm always grateful for a much needed dose of sunshine. Next time, I want to be the one spreading it.

Stop the behavioral spasms
Pear has suffered enough of those; it's time I controlled my temperament.

Read more
Especially newspapers. I'll thank myself someday.

Sleep solo
Sometimes even I can't believe that I don't.

Drink more water
At least four glasses a day. Plain water is my poison, but I'm shriveling up thirty years early.

Go ambidextrous
It's not just about writing- I'll also have to be able to carry my sling bag on my left for an entire day. What do you mean this is totally unimportant? Should I break my right arm someday, I want to still be able to brush my teeth without choking to death on my toothbrush, although now that I put it this way, dying seems to be a good option as well.

Develop five major skills
This one's a wild card; I'll have to learn whatever - driving, sports, language - and be reasonably good at them by 2010. I do have a list, but I haven't decided which to start on yet and I doubt I can learn everything on that list within a year. This is going to be fun!


2008 had been a year of discoveries. It wasn't as fun-filled as the previous two, but it was certainly the year I had grown the most, and I thank God (I'm a free thinker, but I do believe that there is a god- that's a discussion for another day) for that. As far as my transformation goes, I'd like to think that I've become less cynical, more discerning; less tolerant, more forgiving; less gullible, more embracive. Yup, definitely changing for the better.

I wish I could take a peek into the future because I'm completely clueless about the path ahead, but I obviously can't. So yeah, may 2009 be another bountiful year filled with love and joy and all that jazz. Happy new year!