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Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Black-Out.

The whole estate blacked out, just several minutes ago.
Had a shock of my life, then realised that it was pretty fun to go around the house with just a torchlight.
Was crazy worried whether I had remembered to save my undone work on the computer.
And then I realised that Microsoft Word has the auto-recovery function. So much for these dumb blonde moments.
-.-

(Sidelines: ?!@#$% Super annoyed with my mother.)

And shiz, this is one cool tattoo.

And this really cracks me up,
In For The Kill.

Just ended training and am feeling super unfit due to the pace I was running around the court with. I need to hit the gym more often. + the stress of getting straight As for every single module is piling higher. And I doubt it will be possible. (You can call me a pessimistic perfectionist.) Especially when certain assignments drill a hole in your brain and leave only 0.01% of your dendrites inside.

I will be obscenely free next week but I just managed to squeeze in more working days for myself. It's so contradicting; I always wished that I would be able to take a breather and lavish in idleness when I'm drowning in a pile of assignments. I'm not lamenting though because school has been outrageously crazy fun.

Anyway, they say that kids say the darndest things, but in Alec Greven's case, he seems to have the definitive answers to timeless questions about dating and courtship. His book How To Talk To Girls has landed him appearances on The Ellen DeGeneres Show to CNN, and 20th Century Fox has optioned the movie rights.

A pint-sized pickup artist - This is so amusing. Why do men even need a ten year-old boy to teach them about the dating game?

Monday, 09 November 2009

My Graphic Christmas Wishlist.

My Graphic Christmas Wishlist
(It's just a wishlist.)
Currently
The Fame
By Lady Gaga
Fashion
see related
Part Of The List.

Had a brilliant idea of using my cardigan as my umbrella on the way home just now.
Thank God, the rain was not as heavy as it was while we were in lecture.
Snapped some photos of Ash's fabulous sketches with my phone, during lecture:
(I swear, he should be enrolled into a fashion design course instead.)

It's a formidable task to control your stomach from growling and your saliva from drooling down,
when you can smell whiffs of your mother's superb cooking coming from the kitchen.
I'm having utmost trouble right now and looking at the array of cakes below does not help me at all.

Notes:
1. To Joy: I'm sorry for cancelling on you at the very last minute due to a make-up lecture.
Will text you as soon as possible for another lunch date. (!!)
2. To Juney-Pong: How come we were so insanely stupid to have excluded the chain in our blue box purchase?!
3. To thyself: Curb your spending.
4. To Fatty (below):
Disney Princesses.

Why do all of the Disney Princesses have their assets spilling out?

Sunday, 08 November 2009

My Life Broken Down Into Segments.

I literally slept through the whole of my Sunday afternoon.
We're best friends and yet we have not seen each other since months ago.
Our words to each other are getting lesser and lesser each waking hour.
I beg you, please do not let history repeat itself, Fats.
And maybe, I was just being naive about this whole friendship.

Actually, eating takes up more than just that little segment..

And about the topic on eating, aren't these packed lunches so adorable?

*I pray that my mother would like her birthday present. (!!!)

Saturday, 07 November 2009

Electrik City.

I spent a fine day feeling bulletproof, running around town in 4" wedges, zipping in and out of boutiques.
A super afternoon where I managed to buy my mother's birthday present and my first blue box with Juney-Pong.

Anyway, I feel pained just looking at how much I spent on cab fare today. A whopping $23 does not sound delightful, although I had the benefit of not squeezing with the crowd during the after-work hours. +, I cannot believe how quickly the weekend is going to zoom pass. Let's all hope that I will not have a burn-out when Monday comes with all the assignments and deadlines tagging along behind with it. I've been swarmed by a plague for assignments and projects,
so much that I've become increasingly tired.
Now, how about more gym sessions and track events to de-stress?
On the sidelines:

For everyone else who is swarmed with work as well.

Friday, 06 November 2009

Artichoke.

1. I finally hit the gym for a proper 5km run today.
2. My father is in the midst of creating a mixtape.
3. With a sudden extreme, I miss you already, even though you'd be back in a jiffy..

"Using imagery is like eating an artichoke. When we peel off the tough outer petals of the artichoke, we find the softer, more subtle inner petals and tasty core of the fruit."
Sweet Diposition.