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posted : Friday, May 18, 2012
title : Of parties in the village
Amidst the house parties and the crazy hours at work, I find I've lost track of time. I am 42 days away from the flight home now, and I am getting increasingly nervous about how things will pan out. The process of unpacking alone is going to take me a week. And what about the adjusting of my mental state? How long is that going to take? And job hunting? Should I start now? Where should I look? And how am I supposed to be able to unpack, settle back into the Singaporean way of life, and start working all at the same time?
Breathe. Anxiety aside, and because these photos are wayyy overdue, here's a visual update of my life since the last entry.          Fallon's Waikiki party. It was flamingo, tiki, coconut husks and gaudy island prints all round. We started with a pass the message game (click for instructions,) and spent the rest of the night jumping on sofas and bouncing to rap songs. Like monkeys, yes.      Sharissa's ce2ebr4tion. A short week after Fallon's we held Sharissa's 24th birthday party, complete with lightsticks and a lot of alcohol. No one got seriously inebriated, or maimed from going up and down the stairs to our front porch, so I think we were fine......though at the end of the night S did start crying and begging Nicole and I to hang out with her... Weirdo. Alright I have nothing interesting to say so I am going to bed. Next entry coming up too soon! <3 |
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posted : Wednesday, May 9, 2012
title : It's a steal!
I'm so exhausted; It feels like I've been working every single day for the past 3 weeks. I've been working so much, so hard, and so often that work and life have practically become interchangeable in dialogue. But nothing (i repeat. nothing.) stops me from bargain hunting. Not even working 50 hours a week with violent, volatile adolescents. I should seriously consider making a living out of my love for good bargains.
Goodnight all, I will produce a more substantial entry soon enough. I promise.
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posted : Wednesday, May 2, 2012
title : 5x7
 5 weeks to the end of my year.
5 weeks to a huge ass party. 5 weeks till I won't have to worry about getting called up at 11pm to go in for a night shift. 5 weeks of therapeutic treatment. 5 weeks of meandering around campus. 5 weeks of four leaf clover spotting.
5 weeks left of this life.
But who's to say that I will never be back again. And who's to say that this will be goodbye. |
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posted : Wednesday, April 4, 2012
title : Get up, get dressed, get going!
       Kim tried to teach me how to drive when she was in town 2 weeks ago, but that ended up with her jumping out of the car in shock when I put the clutch to reverse and let go off the brakes completely, causing us to go backwards downhill at 100mph. What! Nobody told me that the car would start rolling once I took my foot off the brakes?! So anyway, in the 4 days that Kimmy was here we also went to get her a tiny tattoo on her wrist, which subsequently dried up and fell off--the tattoo, not her wrist--because she applied petroleum jelly on it. We also went to the movies, spun her car around in circles, drove around aimlessly, shopped at Goodwill (where I bought the single most ridiculous shirt for $3.75,) had Mexican for dinner, and listened to a lot of Drake (which, if it were up to me, wouldn't have happened.) She told us about the time she almost set the kitchen on fire at her new workplace. I was waiting for the oil to heat up in the pan, and went out to the hall because there was a ruckus, and then suddenly the kid standing in front of the kitchen went, Wo-oh! Look at the flames! I went over to the kitchen and it was BRIGHT ORANGE, floor to ceiling. And then I panicked and tried to put the fire out with a cup and some water. She also told us that she's really only attending NYU because that's where Mary Kate & Ashley are at right now, and she's determined to be their friend. .....I love Kim. But in the end she had to go, and promised that she'd be back to visit before our internship ended to see us one last time before we left the country :'( Till next time then!
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posted : Friday, March 23, 2012
title : root of all problems.
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posted : Sunday, March 11, 2012
title : Learn something today.
Woke up this morning to tyy's text messages asking if I've read the blog of an aquaintance of ours (let's call her A) lately. Told her no, and she told me to go check her recent entries out. Went to A's page and apart from a couple of scandalous self shots found nothing worthy of my attention. Scrolled a little further and lo and behold! there, on the page was an old photo of her and my boyfriend, along with a badly written prose on how much things have changed and (sob) who knows why and what has happened or (sob) how they even happened to change their friendship. (let me put in another sob here for dramatic effect) (sob!)
And even though I made up my mind to not be a bitch about this, the episode made such a profound impact on the direction of my wandering thoughts this morning that I decided that I am going to dedicate an entry to the topic of the naivety of girls (me included.) You do not sleep with someone and expect everything to be the same after the act. Maybe you were caught up in the moment, or maybe you did it only to satisfy the other person (because for some reason you're really altruistic about sharing your tremendous bosom and whats between your legs,) or maybe you got pressured into doing it; whatever the case, you never get romantically involved with a friend and expect everything to turn out normal the next day. Because somewhere along the grabbing and thrusting and heavy panting, the terrific, wondrous, magical moments you guys must have shared as friends will turn into dust, and you will, inevitably, be reduced to nothing but a tool for sexual pleasure. Because that is what happens when you are not careful to keep your pants on. And later when you wonder if there was ever anything, you will make the mistake of convincing yourself that either (a) there was something, and write a beautiful story in your head about how the both of you must, like in movies, secretly hold a torch for each other, but because of society and all the bullshit you can think up, you can never openly express your feelings, or that (b) you can go back to normal, and be friends again, because there was nothing and it was a mistake, and people make mistakes. your friendship is worth so much more than the mistakes you guys made. Truth is, scenarios (a) and (b) only happen in YouTube videos and movies a la The Notebook. Or if you are dating a 13 year old. Or if you are just unbelievably lucky, which is hardly ever the case. So think, because the quote "Never regret anything, because at one point you wanted it" does not always apply. And as much as I empathize with all the girls out there (A included,) I would like to advise anyone whos stuck in a rut like this, to wake up and maybe, if it helps, watch He's just not that into you 5 (or 50) times to get the fucking point. If you ever go back to being friends again, good for you, because I know that with time comes a convenient selective amnesia. But if not, stop making it known that you've been thinking about the act, or your friendship, or that you are even capable of feeling, because it is not going to change anything. Except maybe seriously annoy someone's girlfriend. Either ways you will still be the #loser. Disclaimer: In case my writing is so bad that you cannot help but misread this entry, I did not get cheated on thanks. And yes, Bervin and I are still very attached. |
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posted : Friday, March 9, 2012
title : Of achievements unlocked and friends long lost
             Car: $275 for 5 days (Toyota Corolla) Gas: $140 Asheville, NC -> Roanoke, VA -> Baltimore, MD -> Washington, DC -> Durham, NC -> Asheville, NC Matt was spot on when he guessed that the sole purpose of our visit to DC was so that we could say yes to the next person who asked if we've been to the capital of the United States, but of course we tried our very best to convince him that we really drove up to see him, because of all the fond memories we have of him attending Asian parties indiscriminately, and showing great hospitality whenever we were in his apartment for some odd reason or another back in the Wildwood days. We were shown around Baltimore on day one, and had a spanking good time until about the time Sharissa started to shiver uncontrollably at night. The next day S and I explored DC on our own (Parking is atrocious, by the way. Be prepared to either spend 5 hours on looking for a free lot or $20 on parking in a safe, non shifty looking garage. We did the latter.) and I decided that I really liked the place, and wouldn't mind going back for a second visit some day. We spent 4 or 5 hours in Washington, and had no clue what or who we were going to see because it was such an impromptu trip that we never got down to planning anything. (It was only much later, while talking to B, that I discovered that the Smithsonian museum in DC held so much more than we thought it did, and that we covered only a tiny bit of what it had to offer.) On day three we devoted all our time to Kelly who was in town to settle some official business and we had such a good time not really doing anything that I considered packing her in our trunk and bringing her back to Asheville with us. But alas we had to part. The drive back was emotional, hysterical and enlightening all at once because I had my soulmate with me and we were forced to keep our conversations stimulating for fear that she would fall asleep at the wheel (which she made a point to threaten me with doing every time I so much as blinked.) We made a stopover at this godforsaken little town and tried to get a room at Howard Johnson because S was groggy and it was 1AM, but after giving us a long, skeptical look, the bitch at the reception was sorry to inform us that we had to be 25 and above to get a room. We drove on to another place and tried Econolodge but of course their debit card machine had to be down just when we were about to make payment. So in the end we checked in at a sketchy looking motel called Eagle...something (run by Indians, like the first Howard Johnson we check into at Roanoke, en route to DC. For some strange reason I always feel safer when the place is run by Indians.) We stopped at Chapel Hill on the way home the next day, and went to a Super grocery store that stocked so many of the Asian foods Ive been missing that I suffered a heart attack and went to grocery store heaven. |
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posted : Monday, March 5, 2012
title : We are all ignorant fools
We all wish to be understood, and yet we do not often seek to understand. We indulge in judging people at face value, just because it is always easier to put labels on people that we do not know, or understand. It is much easier to decide that a person is unbearable and that their abhorrence is infectious than it is to decide to take the time to break their defenses to get to their story. When you delve into the specifics of someone's life, you begin to understand their thought processes, and see the world from their perspectives, and that can be tumultuous, because all of a sudden their mistakes aren't as colossal anymore. Suddenly it becomes hard to blame anyone for the things they do, because everyone has a reason; their reasons may not necessarily always be logical, but they are always justifiable. There is no moral to this prose. There is nothing to be learnt. Sometimes I think that selfish people have it better. They prosper from taking, blaming, and destroying, while the people who feel and who empathize grow weak and thin from devoting too much of themselves to this cold, unforgiving world. |
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posted : Saturday, March 3, 2012
title : When the music ceases to drown out my thoughts
 “Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.” -Sylvia Plath It took me all of 23 years to form a notion of who I was in this world, and just 2 days for that notion to be completely deconstructed. I am now stranded, with no idea of who I am to myself or anyone else.
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posted : Wednesday, February 29, 2012
title : Masked
             In lieu of the Mardi Gras festival in New Orleans (that we, with our meager wages, cannot afford to attend,) we had our very own little masquerade party at the Red House last week (courtesy of Natalie's beau Charlie and BFF Lisa.) Two hours and a single beer later, I secretly proclaimed myself (1)the victor of the noodle war, having walked away with not one but THREE noodles after the slaughter (noodles are the green and blue foam thingys you see in the photos above,) (2)a prodigy at permanent marker tattoos--refer to 2nd photo from bottom--and (3)really, really good at catching people off guard and pinning them to the ground with my well practiced restraint techniques. We had a very good night indeed. More parties!
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