http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1273063668576&ref=mf

WILDZ man. its a completely different scene at this place. i think the worst thing that anyone can do to me is to blindfold me and leave me in SOHO for someone to find me. i swear i'll never be the same after that.

and the standard of spoken english is APPALLING. there are at least 10 Ris Lows in the same video!

'today is SARADAY?'
'its the only ladies night on SARADAY?'

hahaha does she always have to insert the upward inflexion at the end of her SARADAYs???
but i guess its probably because she's unsure about how to pronounce it properly.

oh and check out this doosh at the 47th second, who is patting his both hands on some girl's butt like they're samba drums.




and then comes the couple of Ris Lows and their opinions about the relation between a guy dancing well and being good in bed.


'he may be shy on the bedroom'

honestly, anyone would. because your neighbours would think you are crazy for climbing up there in the first place!


'because he can shake his S well!'

hahah i know she meant 'ass' but really, i dont comprehend how ass-shaking has anything to do with a man's virility. the girl has a very strange concept about copulation indeed.




hahah!!! and omg look at these two girls go. the one in white simply looks like someone spiked her beer with laxatives, and is having massive waves of peristalsis. hello friend, toilet is the other way.


moral of the story: dont go to Fresh on SARADAYS?


heh heh and i was watching the music video for Watcha Say when it felt like mugging was seriously centrifuging the contents of my brain.





jason derulo looks like he really needs to pee and his girlfriend is hogging the toilet to get back at him for staring at some other chick. LOL






ok i have been shopping a little too compulsively the past few weeks, ever since i found out about the magnitude of wealth that would slide itself into my bank account monthly for the next 2 and a half years.

but well an alternative hypothesis would be that, when one gets stressed from mugging for finals, de-stressing would be an absolutely necessary process to restore the equilibrium of a stable mental state.

while some destress by exercising (damn them, because they get hot when they are stressed), and others destress by studying even harder, i shop. Alot. its almost like i'm never going to leave the house for a whole month and i'm stocking up on my supplies for the mugger's hibernation.

a wise cassy once said, 'your wardrobe is big enough to clothe half of Africa!'

in my defence, i did my part for charity today and bought a pencil case for the YEP Cambodia project that the pharm people were going for in dec. haha so one lucky child is going to benefit from my contribution, become motivated to overcome all odds and study hard with the cute pencil case, and become the next Cambodian minister of finance.


ok back to the topic of shopping, this Wing Tai F3 membership is damn evil! they sent an email to remind me to go redeem my 'exclusive Christmas shopping pack'. well, it was a nice golden envelope containing 20% discount vouchers for Topshop, Topman, Ben Sherman, Dorothy Perkins, Miss Selfridge and Warehouse. wah lao, i think its more like its Wing Tai's Boss's Christmas present- all the increased voucher-catalysed revenue from crazy shoppaholics like me.

(btw i'm giving away the Ben Sherman voucher, so let me know if you want it)

lol but despite the expression of cynicism, i bought a lovely satin skirt at $63 (from $79), that i can probably only wear for clubbing in december :/ but who carezzz!! haha suelynn also used the warehouse voucher to buy a very sexy eyebrow-wiggling lacey top for $44 only. heh heh!

and then there was the bright & colourful Sephora, with all things nice and pretty, and MAC! we spent ages in there vandalizing our hands with eyeliner and lipgloss testers, until i finally decided that i 'needed' a new vial of lipglass in a boomzier shade of RAD. again, will come in more handy in december when i'm finally liberated from my books.

so yes, it almost seems like i'm accumulating this whole stockpile of things that can only be enjoyed in december. i have no idea why i'm so illogical sometimes. but well, whatever makes me happy right?



anyway i realised that i really do hang out with a strange bunch of people in school. hahah here's the problem: thanks to a screwed up timetable this semester, suelynn and i hardly ever have common breaks with kaye and cassy. as such, the only time we get to talk/gossip is in lecture. and all the talking has to be done in low hushed whispering, or suffer the wrath of our dear diligent classmates.

such an inconvenient situation leads to the occurrence of several scenarios:

1. suelynn trying really hard to keep her voice down. but somehow, her vocal chords make it extremely difficult to achieve a voice level that is at an intermediate between silence, and a normal talking voice. thus, her 'whisperings' (and there are alot of it) can actually be picked up all the way from 2 rows in front and behind.

yet when she lowers it a pitch down, her voice becomes like a careless whisper. and you've got to be be really good at lip-reading if you want to listen to her stories. but generally they tend to be quite anti-climax, so all of us kind of gave up putting in the effort to decipher suelynn's whispers.


2. cassy's voice is naturally high. and kaye's hearing capabilities can only comprehend a narrow range of normal to low voices. hence, when cassy speaks, kaye does not understand. and i, bring their official translator, will have to convert cassy's high-pitched comments into a baritone for kaye.


3. cassy's hearing is also like a broken telephone. it replaces words and feeds the altered input back to cassy's brain, which then effects her response to clarify the statement that she heard, often which bears no resemblance to the original input.

during pharm stats lecture today, we had to rank a bunch of numbers for some non-parametric test.
out of frustration, i commented, 'wah, i really hate ranking'

then cassy went into a fit of giggles, because she thought she had heard me say
'wah i hear wanking'

LOL






damn! yousa sexy biatch~!

gahhhhh i want to go!!! hahah but i couldnt even if i wanted to. was feeling weird and dizzy the entire afternoon from the blood test earlier.

nvm, gonna plug into my clubber playlist on my ipod now!

anyway, after the murderous dosage form prac test, i went down to SGH for the pre-scholarship medical checkup. all that i had to do was to get a blood test to test for a 101 things in order to get cleared to be a viable and healthy future healthcare professional. that basically means not having any weird conditions that would scare patients away la.

and honestly, they shouldn't make blood-phobia people like me wait so long for my turn to get poked, because in that span of time, my imagination takes an entire trip on foot around the great wall of china. but i guess in the worse case senario, if i did lose my conscious midway through a stupid blood test, i could wake up and say that i was having a flash forward, while looking really smug about it at the same time because i was the chosen one neh neh ni poo poo!

only in the utmost worst case scenario, really.

well at least, i was somewhat reassured, because everyone who seemed to be coming out of the foreboding rooms had little plasters around their fingers only. and from my experience, a finger prick meant less pain and definitely less blood too.

when my turn came. i walked in bravely and sat down. the nurse read my form and then told me to rest my arm on the deceivingly-reassuring-cushioned arm rest. and then she proceeded to occlude the brachial vein (forgive me if i am anatomically wrong) and swipe the alcohol wipe across my arm. in my head i was already like 'wtf....confirm not finger prick already la'

i dont really know what happened next because i looked away and tried to concentrate really hard on something in the far distance. haha but it wasn't painful at all, compared to the blood donation needle. aiyo, but when she was done within a minute, i turned back and saw her labelling like two 10cm long tubes worth of my dark deoxygenated blood. MY BLOOD!

i tried not to process that yet, and fled the room hurriedly once she gave me the ok. the flash forward excuse isn't really a convincing one, if you think about it. hahaha yea and then i was feeling all weird the whole afternoon because i kept thinking about the amount of blood i lost, coupled with time-of-the-month. miraculously, i managed to drag myself through the topic of atomic spectrometry haha.


ah well. its gonna be the weekend soon! and my mum might wanna plan a trip to genting this december! FINALLY, a chance to get out of sad little singapore.






omg i'm such an embarrassingly big fan of the twilight series!



and rob pattinson. because he has a hot brit accent in real life and is absolutely charming in the movie.





DECEMBER 3RD :D
now that's one more incentive to get the damn exams over and done with!






i'm taking a break from centrifugation. all the mugging almost makes me feel like the contents of my brain are being rotated at 600,000 g. kind of nauseous actually, but maybe its because of the coffee.

well the most eventful part of my weekend was when my mum discovered this retarded childhood album of my brother and i, all chubby and adorable. maybe i wasn't so adorable compared to my brother, but we're a fine example of the theory that good-looking kids always grow up to look less good-looking, and vice versa. (of course, i am the latter, lol!)




my brother is so fat he can't close his mouth LOL




pathetic birthday party with inanimate objects as guests. haha you can see kendoll on the far left wearing some cropped beach singlet and weird beach shorts. but seriously, my taste in dressing men has improved tremendously since.




i swear i hated this place. it was the 'cozy corner' of my kindergarten and it was NOT cozy at all! it was so damn dusty and sandy and musty-smelling- just look at the state of the stuffed frog on the right.

even as an ignorant child who couldn't be bothered about things like hygiene, i was seriously disturbed by the horrid level of cleanliness there. and as if that wasn't enough, you'd be banished to the cozy corner if you did something bad. so yes, my red-from-crying face probably suggested that my parents decided to be funny and take a photo of me in the middle of banishment.




when i am a mother, i will not let my child wear purple and pink, lacy frilly socks, and multi-coloured loafers all at the same time.

and i was FORCED, every night, to memorize bloody chinese characters on stupid deceivingly cute charts pasted all over the walls of my house. gahh, never really had an affinity from it right from the start.




checkout my brother's full-body suit. hahah!!!


k back to centrifugation now. i really want to go camping this wednesday, just so suelynn will stop nudging me every 5 minutes when she hears words like 'grinding' and 'alcohol' in lecture.

but but but, 3 weeks to exams! ):
booooo






unbelievable. i actually made something that was edible. albeit hard, and a little burnt, but EDIBLE :D

heh heh it was suelynn's recipe for a foccacia ham sandwich. she seriously helped me out at giant, though laughing at me constantly and reminding me every 5 seconds with the rhetorical question
'what would you do without me?'

(actually i would go to holland v and buy waissants from provenance)

but anyway, i went home and took an hour to wrestle with all the ingredients, locate all the utensils- oh here comes the funny part. midway through suelynn's cooking-for-dummies tutorial, she asked whether i knew which knife i was supposed to use to cut the bread. well, i honestly didn't realise that it would matter. but she told me to use a bread knife, with a serrated blade.

wah but i looked high and low also cannot find- obviously my family doesn't eat alot of hugeass bread that need serrating. i tried to use a normal meat knife. but piang eh, saw and saw also cannot penetrate the crust. so while searching the drawers, i finally found a knife with serrated edges: THE PLASTIC BIRTHDAY CAKE KNIFE HAHAHA

eh, it worked ok. that's what you'd call awesome improvisation.

and then after contemplating for very long, i finally settled on the ideal size of the sandwich. then proceeded to stuff the apple ham, cheese, and butter lettuce in. hahah and then i toasted it. the idea was suelynn's of course, but later she went on to say 'no no, actually for you, i dont think you should try.' so i tried it to prove her wrong. HAHA

turned out pretty good ok! apart from burning bits of the crust while trying to optimize the toasting time.


haha anw the verdict was a 3/3 nod of approval! (:
of course that didn't include suelynn. otherwise sure fail.


well anyway, the foccacia sandwiches were for the impromtu picnic at marina barrage. along with meiji yoghurt, red wine and sushi (not i make one, duh)!

surprisingly though, it was so empty, i guess because the hype had already died. the view is amazing though. now i dont understand why people pay $30 to go onto the flyer, when you can enjoy free scenery for as long as you want at the barrage.



the weather was awesome as well! at first it was going to rain, but miraculously, it held out throughout the entire time.

pictures were all backgroundless though, because my lousy 4.5 megapixels camera can't capture shit at night. for once in my life, i wish i was a poseur with an expensive $1K SLR accessory slung around my neck. oh well, shall go back again in the day to take nicer pictures!

well but basically there's nothing much to do at the barrage except taking in the singapore skyline (and rude interruptions of construction in between), and camwhore with construction barricades as make-shift tripods hahah! nonetheless, it was fun though!



ooh yes! and SGH finally mailed me the letter of offer for my scholarship. despite all the troublesome things i have to go do in the next 2 weeks, (such as the medical checkup where i expect there'll be some needle-poking for blood samples to test for hepBhepCHIVmumpsmeasulesrubella, and going down on the day before pharm analysis finals to sign the bond officially) part of the letter read that they were going to start paying me from Oct 4 this year! which means i was already getting scholar allowance without even realizing it hahah.

amazinggg! (:
now to fulfill the list of all the people i have to give treats to...
and let me go look at the lipsy sale stuff again. heh heh heh

ok back to mugging 'suspensions' on a stormy saturday evening ):






ok i was so bored i finally decided that it was time to stop procrastinating and go find the archive code for blogger. previously, i refrained from leaving the archives links there because there was no way to filter out older (and extremely embarrasing) blog entries from way way way back.






today ends an extremely hectic but worthwhile week! (:

so glad the weekend is here though, and can't wait for next tuesday to be over!! will finally be saying goodbye to prac test (that i still suck at when it comes to getting the right colour for limit tests), stats CA (as the lecturer says: "cunts in the sluts" (counts in the slot- very badly pronouced) lol!!), submission of nightmarish prac 13 report, and finally, the nerve-wrecking SP oral presentation.

i havent received my letter of offer from SGH just yet, but i'm already drafting up an entire list of material things to reward myself with. this is very bad lol!

and crab on wednesday with jeremy was quite a failure because stupid eng seng closes on a mid-week. i had a gut feeling to check the opening hours beforehand but haha i thought i was on a roll already, so it didn't cross my mind that the word 'unlucky' still existed. haha well, i guess 2 crabs were extremely lucky that day to have escaped the boiling pot of water. though i suppose, luck doesnt last very long for them, because they went right back into cassy's digestive system the very next day LOL.

so instead, we went to hang at parkway parade and had tau huay nearby, because i was thinking about the selegie tau huay hahaha! somehow though, tau huay always tastes better to me with butterfly you char kueh.

anw wah, marine parade heartland area is damn cool one leh~! got like 3 bubble tea shops altogether! if i lived there, i'd be living on bubble tea everyday until i become as round as a starch pearl.

oh and parkway parade is the most happening heartlander mall i've ever been to! haha the place has like diva and borders! it was almost close to hitting the ultimate highest level on my heartlander-mall coolness scale, because apparently there's topshop (!!!!). but then when we discovered that in the place of topshop now, was a newly constructing cotton on. hahaha! this close..


going back to the east also reminded me of my ardous 9 months as an lowly admin girl at AIG. but the consolation for having to travel so far everyday was the awesome food for lunch, like halfway house, pizza hut students meal at the CC, fishballs and curry puff from the coffee shop downstairs, yummy cheesecake from somewhere in katong, arnolds chicken, and the chicken chop behind eunos MRT that got me hooked onto chicken chop for life!

PIGGY! k back to my no snacking diet. as you can probably tell, it has failed quite badly. haha but my half-past-six efforts have helped me lose 0.5 kg already. so i supposed i need to be just a little more motivated to lose another 1.5 more kg (:


oh, and speaking of unlucky.
i think someone stole my havaianas slim )):

i probably left it outside my house for about 5 mins to go put my stuff down and when i went back to lock the door, i thought i had brought the slippers in already because they weren't there anymore. and obviously, i had loads of other rubbish things on my mind. argh then 1 week later, i'm trying to find my havs and they are really nowhere in sight. how the hell does one lose a pair of havaianas?

stupid thief. i hope you get gangrene and foot rot from wearing my slippers, get both limps amputated, and live a miserable wheelchair-bound life forever.






suelynn and i were becoming really tempted to club once recess week ended, and we were buying all these clubbing clothes because they looked so fabulous, but had no opportunity to wear them until december.

until one day, suelynn decided to impose a 20 cent ban on the next person who says the C word. but somehow or other, we'd end up talking about the C word anyway. and with a slip of a tongue, suelynn was really almost going to say the actual word, before she did a last minute switch to 'Camping'.

so now Camping has replaced the term 'Clubbing' in our daily conversations. as a result, that invited millions of other camping terms into our little secret (well, not anymore) code as well, each assuming different clubbing connotations. hahah so a typical sentence like 'shit la. i want to wear this skirt to...Camping. but then its so short, later the mosquitoes come and bite me!' would send us all into fits of laughter.

alternatively, 'better be careful! if you drink from the thermos flask too much, you may end up sleeping in someone else's tent!' lol go figure!


so now, with skirts and mosquitoes in the same sentence. it'll be natural to think about the correlation between the two. more specifically though, the length of the skirt one is wearing, v.s. the attraction by the mosquitoes. thus, it bringing us to what we'd like to call,
The Skirt-Mosquito Correlation.

see, its simple. the length of the skirt is inversely proportional to the number of mosquitoes attracted: the shorter the length, the greater the number of mosquitoes swarming over.

but of course, we are making two assumptions here:

ONE: that mosquitoes have a greater preference for skirts over jeans. obviously, because there is more surface area of flesh to land their icky legs on.

TWO: and even though you have the sweetest blood in your legs, if they are covered by denim or leggings, mosquitoes will not be interested.

so Number of Mosquitoes = 1/(Length of Skirt)


but in reality, one does not attract populations of mosquitoes by wearing an ultra micro mini skirt so easily. the magnitude of the number of mosquitoes hovering also depends on various other factors pertaining to the skirt-wearer.

as such, we have to introduce a correction factor into the initial equation:

Correction Factor (CF) = Physical Appearance of skirt-wearer + Intoxication level of the mosquito

the first factor is necessary because a skirt-wearer has to have the pre-requisites of a minimally pleasant-looking face, and a slim figure before mosquitoes swarm over. so if you dont like mosquitoes sucking at you, go supersize all your meals and become fat.

nonetheless, if a mosquito is more intoxicated, it is more likely to care less about the physical appearance of the skirt-wearer. so, it might make certain decisions that deviate from the general logic of most mosquitoes.

it is, however, important that the CF must be a positive value. otherwise, no matter how short the skirt is, the number of mosquitoes would work out to be a negative value. hahah which means that they actually die LOL.


so, the final equation would be
Number of Mosquitoes = 1/(Length of Skirt) x (Physical Appearance of skirt-wearer + Intoxication level of the mosquito)


lol! thus, ends the untested hypothesis of the Skirt-Mosquito Correlation. though from past observations, i can safely say that this equation is accurate 90% of the time. i would show you pictures, but i dont think my life insurance has a sufficient payout. plus, i do want to enjoy the benefits of an SGH scholar for at least 2 more years.

but of course, you are at the liberty of testing the hypothesis out yourself,
just for kicks (;







and you know they say good luck comes in threes
i've only ever experienced that once in my life, and that was like 8 years ago.

but this time its happening again!! almost like a random/chaotic function hahaha! pardon my nerdiness, i totally need to get into it now to prove my worthiness. (hur that last bit rhymed)

anyway,

I GOT THE SGH SCHOLARSHIP

HAHAHAH I FREAKING GOT IT!!!!

WHICH IS COMPLETELY UNBELIEVABLE BECAUSE I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET IT AT ALL.


lol i typed the word 'unbelievable' at least 6 times today already and typoed it each time out of pure excitement. wahh when i saw the email, i simply opened it immediately so that i could get the feeling of bitter rejection over and done with. but THEN! i saw this little spastic 'CONGRATULATIONS' banner dancing around in circles at the top, and the phrases 'it is our pleasure' (can't be sadistic pleasure to reject you right) and 'will be mailing you the Letter of Offer soon' and my eyes nearly popped right out of their sockets.

this is seriously the greatest achievement in my sad, average life ever haha!! imma be a rich uni SCHOLAR kid for the next 2 and a half years. and i wont even need to worry about securing a job for the next 4 years after graduation. its an AWESOME feeling, i tell you.

plus my existing tuition earnings, i will never have to worry about going broke from all my shoppaholic tendencies already! haha oh but of course, i will invest a great deal of the money on textbooks, premium grade A4 plain paper to print lecture notes on, and scientific publications to enrich my knowledge about drugs. oh i might even throw in some funds to buy my very personal copy of the British Pharmacopoeia too!

HAH, right.

nonetheless, i am extremely thankful for the lucky threesome of events :D
now this will be definitely be sufficient to get me through the tough week of lab reports, tests and sleep deprivation (:






the weighing scale and i are no longer friends. i refuse to take another look at it for at least a month because it has continually damaged my self esteem with meaningless digits. in the meantime, i am going to make it out on my own. until finally one day, i will return, only to step all over it and rub it in its face that i've become hotter.

so, i've started a no-snacking diet, which has proven to be quite lame, because it just means no late-night/afternoon/any time of the day that is not meal time snacking. but i think it has been the ultimate cause for my substantial weight gain since the holidays ended ):

and whenever gen is free, we go running! hahaha stand chart is in nov, and she really needs alot more sessions to move from 2.4km to 21km LOL.



i had clubbing beatz motivate me to finish 2.4km. though i got quite annoyed halfway because American Boy played and the beat was so slow!! but i couldnt find the energy to change track. so i stuck with the retarded song and got so distracted by the incompatibility with my running speed. haha luckily i only had abit left to go.

i aim to achieve my JC fitness eventually. haha but running on a treadmill somehow makes it more tiring to hit the A standard. either that or i have really gotten super unfit.


haha but, last night i had mushroom cheese prata and udders ice-cream LOL

but prata and ice-cream is always worth it hahaha.
ok but most importantly, eye on the prize!
48 by November!!

k now gonna watch gossip girls to get inspiration for new outfits!






hamsters can be so silly sometimes.

i was getting ready to go meet suelynn on friday, when i spotted Amber sleeping in a super strange position in her plastic hangout box.



LOL right? i dont get how hanging her head into the tunnel makes sleeping more comfortable. weirdo hamster. anyway i continued to watch her, and within the next minute, she twitched in her sleep and lost her nice head-in-hole equilibrium. LOL and thus, the second picture shows her struggling to re-establish her balance and trying not to fall headfirst down the tunnel.

haha silly Amber.



i think i exhausted her with all the photo-taking that she immediately concussed into a deep hamster slumber in yet another strange sleeping position- smashed up against the cage wall.


anyway fb should seriously invest in some comment moderation for certain individuals. being in a loving relationship does not give you the right to blind and nauseate every one else on facebook with your disgusting cyber displays of affection. i dont care if you have effectively managed to give a whole new sexual connotation to enzymes or DNA replication, they are neither witty nor romantic, and DEFINITELY NOT sexually appealing whatsoever.

fuck! and i still have to teach DNA replication and enzymes to my tuition kids, and everytime i do, i will be repeatedly blinded by fb porn.






seriously swamped with tuition this week. haha i'm trying not to use the word 'stressed' because that has officially become joel's favourite word. seriously, every msn conversation that i have with him has the words 'fucking' and 'stressed', used in a variety of ways, but the general idea is there.

me: are you free for class outing?
joel: no, i cannot make it. work piling up la! fucking stress!

me: you watch gossip girl yet?
joel: no, fucking stressed.

me: eh wanna go butter on wednesday?
joel: crazy! i fucking stress already, got so much to do.

joel: i am fucking stressed
me: me too
joel: no no you damn slack, you whole day online watch gossip girl and go clubbing. you are not stressed. I AM THE ONE WHO IS FUCKING STRESSED.

me: still stressed?
joel: fucking.


hopefully he's also too stressed to have time to read this because i can totally anticipate a conversation with a million other vulgarities tossed at me for making fun of his hectic school life.

hahah ok i have obviously digressed a great deal. anyway yes, back to why i'm swamped with tuition: because all the exams are coming up, i'm running around like a mad person trying to impart as much of my knowledge as possible to everyone. had one lesson last night and another this afternoon. omg, my brain felt like toast afterwards. plus i totally suck at physics. so sometimes, i really have to force myself to try and pick it up on the spot by reading the textbook for the first time and then try to explain it to the kid.

brain = fried


but then once october ends, a significant portion of my spending income would be gone haha. thank goodness for the O level kid to take me through november, but that is hardly sufficient to sustain my shopaholic tendencies.

and then SGH finally decided to email us to tell us that they're currently selecting for candidates. i honestly doubt i'd make it, but i am hopeful. too much shit has happened in the past few months, so things can only look up right?

a wise person (i bet its a woman) once said that you can never have too many pairs of jeans

so i bought a new pair of jeans today! haha melinda was tempting me so badly when i was helping her choose jeans on ASOS, until i was convinced that i also needed a new pair of jeans. i got a lovely grey pair from mango which i fell in love with the moment i tried it on. somehow, i really can't pull off the whole jeggings look because jeggings make my thighs look chunky. so thank god for slim cut jeans (:

then gen and i had dinner at HK cafe, and had the absolute misfortune of sitting next to this disgusting fellow who kept making unappetizing nasal noises. it sounded like wet, thick and bacteria-filled phlegm running the Standard Chartered marathon up and down his throat. the racket went on for at least 10 whole minutes, while gen and i were trying so hard to stomach our dinner. somemore the retard was out on a date with his gf and she didn't even feel the need to shove a piece of tissue up his nostrils!
gross-gusting indeed. if anyone did that to me on a date, i'd bolt immediately.


ok, last day of the week! TGIF :D
then, a weekend of mugging because i have to make a last-minute justification to the higher power that i am deserving of a miracle, that is the SGH scholarship.


You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days.






woahh my tummy feels like it's going to burst. 13 xiao long baos is the new record, which pales in comparison to suelynn, who finished like 19 zomg. well but i had too many of the yummy chives dumplings in the steamboat, and my epiglottis really felt like it was straining to keep all the food from coming right back up in the form of projectile vomit. so i simply couldn't eat anymore.

it was so bad that we were struggling so hard to keep it all in when we laughed, and because the sight of it was so hilarious, we'd laugh even harder. i swear i was this close to throwing up lol!

anyway, dont order the spicy szechuan soup. its SUPERR spicy, considering that i already have a relatively high tolerance for spicy food. really borders on the line of being acidic and corrosive urgh.

lol!! and there were also so many pieces of food flying all over the place! i guess when you are so full and really trying to focus all your energy on not puking, all other motor skills fail you. suelynn dropped a xiao long bao on her lap and the entire filling from my chives dumpling flew out of my plate onto the floor. by the end of the night, we also discovered that suelynn had been sitting on a piece of mushroom the whole time LOL!!! i seriously have no idea how it got there. the only thing that comes to mind is that she has a very inefficient digestive system.

wah nonetheless, it was yummy. now i need to stop eating excessively for a long time because its really starting to show up in all the wrong places.




haha can totally picture suelynn's greedy thoughts:
"goodbye xiao long bao, say hello to my digestive system!"




the two jokers who kept trying to blow steam at my face






ahh if i could have anyone in the world right now, it would be the person who chooses what blake lively gets to wear on the set of gossip girl!



BOOMZ! wah when she first appeared wearing this, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, for obvious reasons. hahaha!


and erugh! saggy!!



she was wearing some other outfit in episode 3 as well that made her look so unsupported. you can only go braless for so long before it starts looking really awful!


anyhow, wow i managed to make 3 batches of USD $180 worth of of forever 21 clothes. hahaha record!






heart heart heartbreak

watching season 5 of greys is pure agony. hahaha it gets so emo that i have to switch to watching big bang theory or how i met your mother, just to feel like i'm not drowning in the pool of some fictional character's fictional sorrows.

haha anyway, i spent the entire saturday at home. i studied the chapter on suspensions, editted my brain boosting essay, and read through independent testing. guai neh!

and then i spent US$70 at Forever 21, and 30 pounds on La Senza. its freaking hell of alot of money, i know! but this week i'm going for tuition 5 times, because all the exams are coming. majorly exhausting, but its worth it. because i get a new bra, cute boxers, and new clothes to wear! (:

anyway, let me tell you about the best bra in the whole wide world

http://www.lasenza.co.uk/bras/everyday-essentials/level3.aspx?d=1&collection=34&style=700521&product=010009047&img=S109_100

tried, tested and approved!

hahah i bought it in nude about a year ago. and its the most comfortable and secure strapless bra ever! it has these silicone tapes on the bra straps that sticks to your skin, so that the strapless bra doesnt fall off. you can seriously jump around like crazy without fearing that you'd have to discreetly pick something off the floor later.

well, plus, they are kind of assets-enhancing ;)
haha i can totally see cassy's eyes light up all the way over at bukit panjang.

and they didn't have this bra for a long long long time until now, when i spotted it while oggling at stuff from the la senza sale. therefore, i am buying it in black this time lol!


ok, i feel much better from the overwhelming emotions. its kind of scary though, because one day you may just find out that you're going to die in 4 months. and it'll probably be so hard to say goodbye to everything and everyone you've ever known or have yet to know.

shit, let me go look at more bras to cheer up again.













was falling into a pleasant deep sleep in pharmacostats lecture, because i was extremely tired and gave up deciphering a horrid taiwan accent that repeats the word 'rundin' (rounding) over and over again.






feels damn shiok to be completely chilling at home with KFC and a movie on my laptop. haha had a 4 hour break in between, so i decided to go home and run some errands before going back to school for lab.

chij toapayoh
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