been too lazy to blog, and the things kept piling up.

anyway, since my last post, i've had a great birthday week, gone for a community service trip to Thailand for the past few weeks, and various melodramas. Didnt touch the computer much in Thailand, cant say i missed it much.

Thailand was amazing. Everyone needs to get their ass there. I hate being back in Singapore, truly.

Flu now, i'm droozy from the meds.

Pics to come, maybe. I was too lazy (how familiar) and busy whisking everywhere while in chaingmai to blog, and now im rather regretting it, as there have been many a amusing things i wanted to remember and share. also, this trip has finally convinced me. i need a digi cam damnit, i'm totally a cam whore convert now, and really, there was just so many people, places, things and memories i wanted to remember better then with hasty fuzzy shots stolen from friends' cameras.

i've got to say though, travelling can get so addictive! we were so full of things to do, things to buy, and i have to say, having my buds a scream-at-able distance away was really cool. life was less fast paced there, and argh, i could go on forever, raving about chiangmai. til next time then. my fav edible kids from there might even write me you know!

the twelve things of christmas that's such a pain to me.

last christmas with the wonkies. 3 months long overdue, yet too cute to pass up one.


i give you...
Spice Boys. so hot, you only need three to get the favour of five chicks.
Posh Spice, he drinks to the ironies of life, petitely.
Wild Spice, he'd crazy rocker you to death by virtue of his puny tongue. (that sounded wrong.)
and Baby Spice, everyone's favourite cutey pie, a modern day santarina and world ambassador for PEACEEE!

otherwise known as haniff, ratch and fah mian.

Life is devoted to sucking the marrow out of the human heart.


you cannot hide in a permanent emotional dump and take on every dammit trouble-maker who stumbles to it and pukes their messy problems, soon to become yours, into your lap. or strolls purposefully and aims deliberately and calmly for your upturned face, as the case may be.
so you get out and go poor girls shopping.


angie and i hit the salvation army today, after discovering a shared passion for thrift and junk a week or so before.

i've been to the branch in bukit merah before, and was sorely disappointed by the lacklustre things there. like, whoopee, records. and ol' tee shirts i could have sworn were used for jogging in and for wiping off nosedung with. old toys that tiredly play the bloodysame melody that we ALL recognise, since all cheap toys in singapore seem to have the same one, straw farmer's hats, lousy bags and clothes, some display trinkets and dishes. urgh. at that branch, i spent 45 minutes digging through piles of chinese karaoke records, malay records, boring records, and found a GREASE ALBUM, which made it worth it and my shopping kaki scream and beg for it. so yeah. i bought that, 2 other records to destroy, and a couple pieces of clothes that haven't seen the light of day since. i was disgusted, i tell you.

and then today we found the huge main branch at bukit timah. we were happy and we were cool. (struggled in vain to add angie's photo here. grr. )

EDITED: here it is! angie and i, decked out in salvation armani style! so ok, somewhat fugly...

whoa. it was sooo fun i tell you! scores of fugly wedding dresses that we near died laughing at, next to a bunch of really, really old, hideous bridesmaid-ish dresses in gaudy colours. remember cinderella? well, her stepsisters and stepmother were outfitted in the salvation army for their ball. someone i know once wore a somewhat tamer version of those to the prom. it was from a costume shop.

violins, diving flippers, a faux maroon mock croc mini skirt, a new scarlet chinese boxing dressing gown with a snarling tiger on the back (which i promptly put on and posed with, taking a picture with the previously mentioned crap hp that doesn't export pictures), countless golf clubs and pool sticks, cheap books, greeting cards, costume jewellery, jeans from versace and armani (which were dreadfully cut. sigh. no really, high waists, tapered and all.), cheap graphic tees at 2 to 3 buckaroos... and paintings! and mechanical train sets! and prints! and... etc lah.

there were endlessly quirky and unexpected things there! yeah, there was the requisite records, but it wasn't the main attraction like before! angie got adorable huge sweater tees to wear belted, a-la-retro-ness. totally suits her! after she removes the eky shoulder pads of course.

i found books, books, gloriously cheap books. i bought some for a grand total of 8 buckaroos, two shades that angie and i will be compulsively sharing, ten loud ties for $1o(crazy, but you'd see the brillance soon enough), and sighed over maroon suede fugly shoes from hush puppie at 2o bucks, the scarlet boxing dressing gown at 2-something, and the FIVE DOLLARS BUT SIZE XS red mock croc skirt. huh all red. wahh, obsessive compulsive.

i was dragging myself away from the bookshelves after picking three books, citing damage control, when my eyes lilted upon a book protectively wrapped with victorian style flower paper. it was romeo and juliet, a secondary literature class copy. edited, i saw, so i was about to replace it on the shelf, when i caught sight of something written in a girlish hand in the corner.

now, i happen to adore old books and old-style bookstores. old books have character, something left behind by their previous owners, that triumphs the giddy joy i get from actually buying retail.

carolyn long wrote,

"life is devoted to sucking the marrow out of the human heart."

this she told me, unknowingly. and it rocked me violently, for something that sounded like so much teenager's desperate angst.

it sucks that i can relate, at the point of events that i am in now. (i learnt something in school. that is no details here. sorta, but in much better and mind-numbing words. )

and this line is what i'd leave you with to ponder unhappily.


good night, and i hope all is well. relatively. i will be sneaking into MOS tommorrow a few hours before i'm legal cos i'm broke and its ladies night, and meeting dear thevvy for walk the line before that. $4 dollars tix, mwahaha. dont' cha wanna know how i did it? the broke girl rules balls.


relatively.

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there is someone on my tag board. either he is teasing me with his brief salutation, or someone out there is teasing me with an impersonation. sadly, sneaking suspicion wagers it's the later. still, it did its purpose then..

If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine!

back.
a little addled from the strong glue i was using.
i've got glue burns on my fingers too, its so strong and i'm that careless.
as usual, i underestimated the work. grawh.


did i mention the big-ish purple bruise where the sun should never ever shine, even if you were a stickler for getting rid of tan lines?
its on my fuckin' butt.
its a hilarious story, if i do say so myself.
i have a penchant for accquiring painfully funny injuries. it wasn't my first butt injury either!
ask me for the stories, it does them justice. haha.

i am so dependent on people who have digi-cams. and who actually send out the pics.

anyway, some of us who were at fay's birthday bash, hard rock cafe. drummer monkey's cute there!

Where were you when we were getting high?

it's been an eventful few days, really.
i'm rather unhappy.
i'd whine, but medisoc says that blogging is dangerous shite and common sense reminds me that feelings will be whipped.
so.

im working on some instant gratification earrings now. i haven't crafted ANYTHING for ages, and the hiatus is finally killing me.

you'd see, it's gonna be the fastest batch i'd ever whipped up. i promised myself a deliciously craft-filled holiday, making so many bags and belts and earrings and necklaces and bracelets, that i'd actually HAVE to do something i've been toying with since way back.

profit from my crafty junk. sell them! :)

whooopieeee.
i need a cam, so yall can see this. my new so-called camera phone DOESN'T TRANSFER PICTURES!!!!
like what's the fucking engineer-shatted-out-ideas-in-the-poop-room point.


actually, i find the poopee room inspiring.

went to beck's bash on fri night. caught up with shaf and pam! and fay and 'mir, my BBF and gay best friend respectively. tee heee! he has nicer nails then i do!! okay, not saying alot, but STILL.

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY BECKS!
hope you find the poopee room inspiring too.

chiang mai planning comming along. i still think Operation Faak is kinda cool. we do care about them, afterall. :)

MOS with mervin, angie and various etcs on wed. it'll be cool. i'd flirt for you adiel! haha.

met this odd south african guy, literally on the streets today. pretty insistent sort. we'd see if he's the creepy stranger that he tried so hard to convince me he isn't. smart dude actually got pass all my outrageous defence mechanisms against strangers.
that was really a first.


it occurs to me, that all of us are a whole lot more, outside of school.
do you not agree?

now feel free to cheer me up with your inner children, everyone. i'm off to mope over pretty crafts.

violence is a tranquiliser.

please, somebody piss me off good and nasty.
i'm already raring to go.