my skin feels leathery. the aloevera (which, incidentally, is lu2 hui4 in chinese :) gel is merely holding off the inevitable stage of peeling... v snakey feel to that. not necessarily bad but brings to mind disgusting images of patchy mottled fair/dark skin. oh yeah. reminds me literally of the horny layer of the skin. ermm. that's what it is right? 7 mths of separation (omg. it's been so long?!) from lampengkwan has totally robbed me of any bio knowledge whatsoever. :( somehow the idea of being an insufferable knowitall has always appealed to me :P the spouting of crap just to irritate pple ard me... ahhhh. irresistable :D
oh yeah :) happily... jac commented that it seemed as if my legs got more muscular recently :) the reason for that happily eludes me, seeing how the only time i moved at a pace faster than a walk was monday. when i biked. and moved my limbs. but still :P v v happy. but still. it's highly irritating and i know it but when pple compliment me like that i invariably think of two things: that means my legs were horrendous before? or does that mean my legs are fatter now?! i mean like. hello? incurably vain and horrible pig. sigh.
was scouring through my wallet today during math lect (differentiation which is alternately a pain in the ass and the most fun topic yet :) anyway. my ic was *no* where to be found!!! freaked the hell out of me... then i was thinking... 100 bucks for replacement.. oh no... and i so liked the photo on it too... and totally irrelevant stuff like that. but. i called jurong west library and realised that i left it there.. tho the woman who picked up was disgustingly horrible and tried to con me that it wasn't there and then i got desperate and i think it was in my voice and she finally admitted that it was there. so now i have to make a trip down to jurong point, get sidetracked by various highly interesting shops, pick up a couple of boxes of granola bars and whatever crap :) what a nice excuse :P
speaking of excuses.. is there anyway i can convince my mom to let me go for lam's airport departure on wednesday? sigh. i can't think of any... considering how she explicitly told me no already :( sometimes i wish she would just let me judge what's best for myself, and then sometimes i just accept it as a obligatory side effect to having an over-caring mom :/
i keep sleeping during lectures and talks.. it seems as if all you have to do is give me a chair, set s1 to talking in the front of the lt or audi and i'll automatically shut my eyes and sleep.. it's not even a conscious thing! i'll train my eyes on the speaker and then suddenly he/she would disappear to give way to the image of the back of my eyelids. and then i freak and wonder whether he/she saw that cos it's horrid to speak to sleeping pple :(
oh groovy! there's a new product.. spray-on pantyhose :P just spray onto legs and you're ready to go :)
just realised that jireh's blog links to lv and estee lauder and absolut vodka! :D ah well. but. they aren't exactly awe inspiring
oh yeah. i realised that i'm one of few foureleveners who don't drool at the sight of beer/vodka/wine. sigh. i think it's hereditary.. my dad goes beetroot after one can of beer. my mom is alcohol-intolerant. my sis goes woozy and a bit nuts after one glass of white wine. with dinner. sigh! at least it's a blessing for my liver.. which i suspect isn't too strong anyway :P
does it work? if people start linking you with somebody else then after a while it really becomes true? seems to be happening right before my eyes :P but then again. everyone's so shy so i dunno :D but. quite an interesting social phenomenon, n'est-ce pas?
i realised that staying in a tiny house with 6 other pple can be alternately vivacious and downright irritating. when i'm feeling sociable, i can always find someone to do sthg with me.. including watching sex and the city and drool over their crazy clothes :P and all sorts of korean/jap serials (btw. i way prefer jap drama but they don;t seem to sell them anymore :( but. when i'm feeling pesky i have to lock myself in the toilet to get any sort of privacy... i love nights tho :) when my sis isn't crazily foul, me and bro and her sing songs loudly out of tune with lousy harmonising and basically gossipping about all sorts of shit. it's amazing how darkness and the lull of sleep lowers all sort of defences and everything just comes out.
i wanna have photographic memory so that i can not study, i can place names to faces immediately without the embarrassment and guilt that forgetting brings, and so i don't have to re-remember my dances quite so torturously.
i could go on and on. it's like when i was writing ace journal for blin --- basically an exercise in free association... whatever comes to my mind. and since my mind doesn't shut down (most of the time anyway) it's sort of like verbal diarrhoea. no linkage whatsoever. no point to anything i'm trying to say. and i must say. i'm gaining stamina :P
i love crys' new template. it's gorgeously crystal. it's a crystal frog! for some reason. i've always associated her aura with green. it's like you think of pple as colours. but then most of the time it fails because i realise that the association tends to reflect her house colour :( what a waste of my time. like fuzzy is a yellow person def. lam? can't really tell. aman's def red. jo's brownish. ah well. screw colours
i love the idea of having a personal scent. a scent that's keyed to you and you alone so that whoever who smells it is immediately reminded of you. unfortunately. i have a lousy nose that can't differentiate btw smells.. like. i can't tell the diff between happy and say.. some calvin klein scent even if my life depended on it. so the idea's all nice and romantic.. but. i'll probably just get sthg that smells vaguely good and heck care about the layers of lavender and lilac and whatever :P
i want my yearbook. sadly currently in lam's possession
i like artemis fowl. he uses a powerbook.
i love you all!! :D
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