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Yesterday (technically, cos it's past midnight now) i met the worst cab driver ever. Or maybe I just got up on the wrong side of bed.

I was "smothering" (as min provided) the whole rainy journey. Who the hell exits the aye at clementi only to drive down bt timah (in the newton direction), exits from eng neo to get to bt panjang and then asks me, "xiao jie, ni zhi dao yew tee yao zhuan na li ma? (miss, do you know where I should turn to get to yew tee?)". I swear, I wanted to slap him. Acted like he knew where yew tee/ choa chu kang was when I got on the cab. I wanted to retort "ru guo wo zhi dao wo zi ji jia che qu le! (if I knew i'd have driven there myself!)". He called someone to get directions eventually and when we finally got to the station, the fare was more than 20 bucks. He said "wo kou hui gei ni, ni gei wo shi wu kuai jiu hao le (i'll deduct the amount back for you, you can just give me fifteen dollars)".

And I said, "uncle, ni bu yao kai wan xiao. wo da dao bt gombak zhi shi shi kuai. wo gei ni shi er kuai. (Uncle, don't kid me, it's only ten dollars to get to bt gombak. I'm giving you twelve dollars.)" Then I paid and got out of the cab.

Haha I was damn angstyy. Must be pms.




New blog.

parco next next fashion competition

Thursday rehearsal, Friday show.

Xinni and I were roped in to be yumumu's dressers.

Really put-together outfits, really polished and sophisticated. My 2 favourite outfits are those with the geometric skirts. I would buy the skirts if I had the moolah. They're so pretty!! Ms Lu is such a genius!

Finale, Ms Lu and her model going down the runway.

Ms Lu clinched the 2nd prize, which I thought was really awesome. She deserved to win; prize money and the chance to sell her garments at Millenia Walk.

Afterwards xinni and i had dinner at Marina Square's Xin Wang, catching up on life and then I walked over to work.

Seriously considering taking up a student bank loan. Then I won't always be so wallet-emptyyy. And maybe i'll look better. Feeling more haggard and ugly and poor by the day. Haiyo. Life is spiralling out of meaning. Or maybe I'm expecting too much out of being 20. Maybe what I'm doing now is actually kinda cool to someone else. I don't know. I'm too tired to think all the time. My brain is floating in superficial land.

Feeling kind of jaded.

kbox till 5am

grabbed from facebook
was damn tired after the movie already; stupid crazy guys made me go listen to them sing hahahaha:P

interview laterrr

wish me luck!:)

I'm gonna make a dress and a jacket. Stay tuned!

Should have loads of photos to share these 2 weeks:)

Belated post!

The sister's eighteenth with the family at Amara's Element restaurant for buffet dinner. A ten minute drive!

The place was quite empty because it was a weekday night, so the ambience was really nice.

My number one buffet motto: always attack the salmon sashimi and prawns first!

Mummy is a herbivore, through and through. Her plate's always green.

The sister eats sushi with a fork. Well done, sister, hahahahaa!
Daddy is durian puff king!

Welcome to dessert heaven! It's all too pretty to eat:3 Hahahhaah you'll feel like a princess; too much pretty dessert to finish!

Our eighteen-year-old princess was the first to K.O.

Midway through, the sis and I went to the restroom and when we came back to the table, the restaurant supervisor presented the sis with a little cake, and a candle on it! HAHAHA what a surprise! Turns out that he asked whose birthday it was when we were away and the parents told him. How cute!

Happy happy eighteenth, sissy! You know I love you:)

When i work, i work better alone.

School is not inspiring. At all. It justs makes sure that at the end of every sem, i have sewn some things and rushed out a crap portfolio. I don't know, maybe it's my attitude towards school.

I have thought of taking a break, because I'm wasting my money, but whattheheck get the cert. Seriously, you need a cert for cred.


Want to change my blog.

Need a getaway.

Need money.

It's like a chain of disasters. Awesomeness. All in the final week, our final submissions week. Bloody hell.

Say this sentence in one breath (no commas to help you!):

High fever internship fell through (bloody hell) tonsillitis doc said you can cut 'em off i thought no thank you i'll keep 'em not enough fabric for pants went to shop no more stock yay redo whole pantsuit in new fabric (because bloodyhell a pantsuit means pants and jacket in similar fabric) porridge noodlesoup porridge noodlesoup 7 tablets 3 times a day

That's pretty how much I was struggling. Anyone wants to see a photo of my infected tonsils? Scarier than Halloween II, Saw VI, paranomal activity and the likes, definitely. HAHAHA that's the only consolation I've got out of this whole disastrous week.
A photo for memory's sakes yay! (No, I'm not gonna post the photo here, spare the weak hearts please. If you wanna see, I'll print it on a nice postcard and mail it to you for only 10 bucks:D Pity me, I only have 4 bucks in my bank account, cannot even draw out money anymore so sad!)


It feels like all the bad luck accumulated and spread over this week. I hope what's remaining of this year goes well.

I need to go sit atop some mountain and sing to the birds. Or something. Get back my inner zen.


Thank you lovely ones for calling and texting me this whole week. I didn't feel like I was fighting this goddamn battle alone. Much loves to fat, jon, kit, jac, hana & ying (for coming to my place and helping me send my projects down). And of course the family. Big fat kiss *MUACKS!*

Ohkay need to get well by this weekend. So much to start on next week!

down with a 38.9 degree fever
up against a 32hour dateline

i don't feel that invincible anymore

The superwomen of today wear brown boots!

Uber stressed. No panic attack (yet) but badly bitten nails.
Sigh.