Singapore

We have always argued about the topic of Singapore ever since we got together. Now that we're no longer together, the topic continues to flourish like flowers in spring. I want to go back to Singapore after my degree. Every molecule of me wants to. In fact, there are days like this when I will have sudden thoughts of just dropping all I have right now, and buying myself a one-way ticket back to Singapore. It's taking all my strength to be here, without my family, to live on my own.

I know I sound like a weakling, and I don't come across as the tough cookie I want to portray myself as, but I really do miss my family. People always complain and moan about how lonely they feel after they break up, but you know, you will never be alone if your family is with you. I never used to take long to get over a breakup, perhaps because I was younger and more frivolous, but more likely, it was because my sister and mum will always be there to stop the tears, to listen to me complain, to buy me my favorite foods and cheer me up. Here, I have nothing.

Isn't it funny how relationships always work out the same way after a breakup? Either party will entertain thoughts of getting back together, but always at different times. If there really is a Cupid, I want to stab him really hard.

I guess it's inevitable that differing opinions occur in a relationship. After all, the parties involved come from different backgrounds, different environments. It's sorta like evolution then - a survival of the fittest. The more persuasive, the more commanding one rules the relationship...
Man, it's been so long since the last time I've been in a relationship, that I've forgotten about everything positive about it and remember the worst bits. I just want to be loved again.

Gawd, am I PMS-ing or what.

Britney Oh Britney

I just watched the opening of VMA on MTV with my roommate, and the opening act by Britney was disastrous. Not only did she don on a set of glittery bra and pantie set, exposing her chubs, she looked like she was suffering from indigestion when she was doing her moves. If you guys wanna check it out, here's the link:

http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1568788&vid=173440

My housemate and I were like, if you wanna score a good performance, you have to at least fulfill one of the following- 1) you have to be hot, like devastatingly hot 2) you have to be a good dancer. She used to be both! Yet, tonight, we were like "wudn't it be better if she had worn a corset top, or something that will keep the chubs in?" and she was so distracted! Her previous performances had really sharp movements, and sooooo goood. Sigh. I guess it's a case of a falling star bound to crash.

Please God please let Yun finish his mouse perfusions soon enough before I die of glucose insufficiency in the brain. I can literally feel my brain cells dying, one by one of hunger. It's a cruel cruel world. T_T

Thank you Lord, for neighbors who don't last very long. Amen. Zzzzzzz.

The occupants of the apartment upstairs are having sex, and I can't sleep from the pounding. -__-

I lost three pounds!

*cheers* Woot! After slogging away for the past few weeks, jogging about 4-5 times a week, finally my efforts have paid off! THREE POUNDS! I will persevere, hopefully I can lose another 2 pounds, and I will be content as a corpse in his coffin. Heh heh.

One of Jenn's guy friends is heading down to San Diego this weekend. For some reason, he remembers me from 3 years ago, at this totally random event. According to Jenn, I was in her car on the way to party, and Jenn stopped over at this intersection to say hi to this guy, and well he remembers meeting me. I didn't even step outta the car! He just shouted "hi" and I shouted back. End of story. Anyways, all that is Jenn's version. I don't even remember such an incident. Anywhooo, in Jenn's words, he is "fixated on" me. So he's been bugging Jenn that she has to arrange a chance for him to meet me this weekend. Apparently, he asked what my type of guys is, to which Jenn replied brusquely "Oh, she's veeerrry picky, so don't be disappointed if she doesn't think much of you." Man, I love my BFF. She reads the words off my mind sometimes. So he's half white, half asian. Jenn is being a twerp for refusing to show me his picture. Oh well, we're all going to have dinner Friday night, woohoo. *sarcastic* I hope I don't gag. Heh.

Went shopping at Nordstrom with Renee yesterday. We both went to the Kiehl's counter to get stuff. I had to get conditioner cuz mine ran out, and she was just looking for a face masque. I shop like a guy. I usually pinpoint what it is exactly I want, do not engage in small talk with the sales assistant, and get my product in under 5 min, which is exactly what happened. Renee, on the other hand, shops like a TYPICAL girl. She pores over the small range of face products, lingers over some, starts up a 15 min convo with the enthusiastic sales assistant, who recommends her at least 5 products, to which she asked for samples for 4 of them. Turns out that she ran out of samples, and subsequently she volunteers to put some of the testers into small pad containers. Another 5 min of her patiently wiping the containers with alcohol wipe. Another 5 min of her labelling each container neatly. Which after I was thinking "let's just get the masque you wanted Renee, and get the hell outta here!". So Renee asked for the masque, which to their dismay, was out of stock! The representative told us to wait (another 10 min) while she checks the backstore. And lo and behold, there wasn't any there either. So the representative offered to put in a delivery for her to her doorstep, and Renee spent another 5 min putting down her address. Later, the representative informed her that a 5 bucks shipping fee will be imposed if the total spent was under 25 dollars. So Renee picks out another eyelash curler which I recommended. And for some reason, the gift voucher Renee wanted to use couldn't be used! 10 min of toying with the register, after which she gave up, and recommends that Renee just get the curler (cuz for some reason, the voucher could be used in that case). So as she was packing up the curler in a bag (Finally!), the representative had an epiphany- "Let's call the other Kiehl's stores in San Diego! Maybe they'll have some in stock!" and so began another 10 min of calling random stores. -__- At this point, I was 1) hungry 2) dying of boredom. In the end, she found that they have stock at blah blah blah location, and yes! we were finally free to go! Took a bloody hour to get the face masque. Wow.

Yea, nothing very much this weekend. Went partying with Trish, Mary Ann and the girls. Were they cam-hoing or what. Two of us had cameras, and I just looked at her myspace, and she has 180 pictures from that night. ...... Good lord. But anyway, like the wise saying "A picture paints a thousand words", I shall just upload some of the pictures from that night. A lot of candid shots. And the more we drink, the more candid and more blurred pictures there are. Heh.

Absinth*

So these days I've been reading a book in which the main character is a serial killer who drinks only absinth*. Apparently it's a hallucinogenic liquor that causes violent traits if consumed in excess. For that reason, it's banned in the states, though it's still popular in Europe. My friend Mike happened to get hold of some on his hands, and a bunch of us went over to taste it. To drink it, you have to first get a teaspoon of sugar, dip it in the absinth*, and set it on fire till it burns out, which after you stir the drink with the teaspoon and add a cube of ice. It was nasty. I can't really tell the difference between the taste of Jagermeister and absinth*, cuz they both taste like licorice, which I hate. So there. Not spectacular. And I didn't feel particularly like stabbing someone after it. Pretty disappointing. There's supposed to be three stages of intoxication. The 1st stage - you get stoned and just a general buzz. The 2nd stage- you develop vivid violent images, and everything not pretty. The 3rd stage - You see the prettiest things in the world, and develop into a state of pure bliss. I guess all of us got stuck in the first stage. Boringggg. What we did end up doing, was to start making water balloons, and catapulting them across the road to the other block of apartments where the lights were still on at 3 am in the morning. John aimed one at me when I wasn't looking, and my toes got wet. I wasn't terribly amused and proceeded to splash the contents of the glass I was holding at him. This erupted into like random people getting splashed on, and yea it was pretty funny. After that, we all went outside to try to catch the meteor shower which was supposed to show up at 430am, but we didn't see shit at all. :( Yea, a pretty random night. I got home at 7am. Pretty hung over right now. -__-