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Long time no see
Hi everyone, long time no see!
Yep, I have been really busy. The upheavals of university life has caught me unaware, so only 5 min ago, I finally regain my urge to blog. This is going to be a short one people. I AM GOING TO PO NA NA IN 20 MIN. (FYI it's some french club. Further FYI, tonight's halloween!!! I am a witch, to be specific, a gryffindor witch as I borrowed a gryffindor cape from dear Iona) Two nights ado, I was a mime, everything borrowed from Tiffany hahaha. Low cost FTW.
Well, Harry Potter's huge in UK. It's not a geek thing, it's an everyone thing. So there was this harry potter party in my school a week ago, I went with the girls on the corridor. Got sorted into slytherin( contrary to popular belief, it's not a questionaire, but that piece of chemistry paper which turned into green in my case). Ollivander( YES! THE OLLIVANDER) gave me my springy 10-inch wand. Due to his age, he forgot to tell me what my wand core is. His assistant told me it contains an unicorn tail hair(cool as hell) and good for charms. Took pictures with hagrid and dumbledore and etc. Hagrid was made of two guys, one sitting on the shoulder of the other. They captured the essence of hagrid by arming themselves with that signature umbrella that every potter fan remember from the beloved first movie. Pretty shit, ain't it?(Miao's currently whispering to me in muffled tones. I think she's very much influenced by Mr Arthur Conan Doyle. On second thoughts, he's a sir. Oh wait. She's doing something even more boring. Sudoku.)
Life's here is pretty great. I do miss everyone, but still, pretty great. I've got some lovely people people. They are very nice friends so yup, think I'll bunk with them next year. As for the whole thing abt british being xenophobic... they are not in my case. Lizzie just came over 5 min ago to ask how I was. SHE'S VERY NICE hahahaha. This is a damn lame post btw. Bad language and everything. Hmm, next time when I skype people, maybe I'll ask them to intro themselves hahahaha. Bye people, till christmas:) xx
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Round Two
Charlene VS Blogger! Round Two! Ding Ding Ding!! START.
So I have finally fully recovered from that lame ass fever, now I'm clearly more positive:) Why do afflictions strike us at the most inopptune moments? Last Monday was supposed to be a great night for me and my mates. I brought my hard drive along( complete with all 4 seasons of Big Bang Theory! All 2 seasons of Modern Family! And so on..) to have a night filled with laughter and popcorn dreams. Alas, it crashed down into the pits. By the time I reached CCK, my body has decided to announce its demise by scorching my throat with the fire of Tartarus. I tried my best to put it out with veggies AKA Long John Silver's coleslaw and garden salad, it failed on an epic scale.
When we reached Kah's house, I was still able to function and thus participated in an hour of telling of wild tales and insidious rumors. I was so glad to commence part 2 of our gay night of fun with a phenomenal Thai movie.(Crazy Little Thing Called Love. After watching it, guys will reminicise their sweet first love, while the girls will fantasize over the male lead. I condemn anyone who hasn't watched it.) However, 10 min into the movie, the snow start to hit. Despite the aircon being only at 24 degree celcius, it was as if winter came early. I was moaning for sleeping bag, but unfortunately it was rotting in the storeroom. So Kah donated her blankets to me. BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. 20 min into the movie, just when cheryl is starting to appreciate everything, I decided the room has turned into an igloo and migration to somewhere warmer is a must. Armed with my blankets and wrapped into a cocoon, I sought refuge on Kah's sofa in the living room.
By then, it was only midnight. Everything was in a haze. I heard manic laughter in my dreams( must have been my mates's laughter coming from the room), smelt incense(Kah's family's Buddhist) and felt that I was being cooked alive(It was actl a very hot night). I'm not sure if I actually had any sleep on her sofa but if I did, it was definitely a semi-conscious, out of body event. Around 1am, I was summoned back into the room by Kah,who also decided to give me her jacket after my incessant moaning of 'I WANT TO DIE! I AM GOING TO DIE!!'. Auntie also woke up as well, and gave me some miracle polyclinic fever pill. After resting in an absolutely still position wrapped from head to toe for 2 hrs, I finally felt human again in the morning. Yes, I only rested for 2 hours that night cos I spend the rest of the time that night paying respect to the porcelain god. I felt like the niagara falls of body fluids.
Well then, I stayed at home on Tuesday as a result of my fever and promptly missed Vic's birthday celebration. Not only that, all plans on wednesday was cancelled. That's my 3rd cancelled meeting with xm in 2 weeks. And I only worked for half-day on Thurs. So yup, I was rotting in unproductivity and depression.
Saturday saw a rise in activities. Firstly, I was waging war with my inner-self on whether I should attend the HCUK orientation. In the end, I went it was okay, not say extremely fun, but not bad either. My takeaway was that I have to bring a rice cooker to the UK. And it's going to cost me a bomb travelling to Hanqing's dorm. (How I wish you were residing in Zone 1... It's cheaper by 18 pounds gah) Travelled to Ethel's house later and had free dinner and a complement from George that I have a nice butt. Great now I only have to find clothes that accentuate my butt and aspire to be Asian Kim Kardashian. Auntie also said my dress was nice which made me very happy:3
So travelled to Zouk, 3rd time there, and 1st time to Velvet! The first hour there damn lame lah, I was staring at blurry images of beauty contestants and standing among the crowds of people. If anyone wanted to dance right here and then, there was only enough room for people to oscillate from left to right. Left the premise to drink some alcohol for a while (DRUNKARDS UNITE. Lol as if I will ever get drunk.) and listen to some lian beside talk to some guy about how she cannot stand this stalker who likes her. No comments. She smokes. Went back to Zouk and that was when everything got more crazy.
But as all clubbing events go, it can be summarised in a few words.
DRINK. DANCE. DRUNK. ACT DRUNK. DANCE SOMEMORE. GET FREE DRINKS. TOUCHY PEOPLE. YOU TOUCH PEOPLE. BOBBING HEADS. GIRLS PIMPING ON GUYS. AND THE OTHER WAY ROUND. KILLER HEELS. WOMANISERS. PHOTOS.
But there were highlights that night. Cynthia was drunk so she puked. Went out of the toilet only to introduce herself to some guys who were washing their hands at the sink. Said guys were very friendly Asian-americans. I cannot rmb what exactly transpired but in the end we end up taking photos. Some pretty ang moh girl was our cameraman and I vaguely rmb telling everyone to visit me in the uk;/ Well at least they'll think people in Singapore are very friendly. Went to Velvet and met some cool Afro Japanese and asked for photos too(My FB profile pic!). THEIR HAIR WAS SO BIG.
Had 4 shots and 2 drinks so killer headache in the morning. And consequently, a wasted sunday at home trying to recover from the headache. I can seriously feel the expansion of my brain inside my tiny skull.
Shall update abt the happening of this week in the final match between me and blogger later. I need to do something else than type now.
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Obliviate
I am so not religious when it comes to blogging. Doing a short one now and probably a proper one tmr. Pardon me, but life has been a bit hectic. My schedule's actually not that packed, but my emotional turmoils have taken a toll on me. I don't really feel like reflecting or writing anything down, I rather lose myself in that moment of depression. I've been feeling a bit weak, and spent sometime trying to figure out whether its my body affecting my mind scape or the other way round. My imminent departure has also been weighing me down so everything just balled together into this huge amount of invisible pressure, leaving me no way to get rid off it because I've no idea where to start.
So this ends with an existential crisis once again. To be very honest, the past 10 days has seen a lot more exciting activities than when I wrote my previous 11 post, however I just can't find the strength to pen them down. I wonder if it is the elusive writer's block? As I cannot find a point to recount the beginnings of these events, I cannot write them. In fact, whenever I'm home, I plan my life around TV shows, youtube videos, vegetating and alternating in this cycle. My neurons have nestled into a state of inactivity although I will blame it on my fever. During my moments of vegetation in my bed, I've been spending time thinking about my existence again. (Throughout my entire adolescence, I spent a disturbing amount of time on this and pondering about death. Maybe it's the inner emo and goth trying to assert their presence.) (Though I think if Singapore was more accepting of the borderline freaks, I'd make a smashing goth.) My thoughts goes like this.
WHY AM I WORKING. WHY DO WE HAVE TO STUDY. WHY CAN'T MONEY GROW ON TREES. WHY DO I HAVE TO GO OUT LATER. WHY AM I SUCH A LONER. WHY DO I HAVE TO FORCE MYSELF INTO THIS. WHY CAN'T I JUST FALL ASLEEP AND FORGET EVERYTHING.
It is quite therapeutic when I'm not sick, but put me into depression when I am. As of today, I still haven't completely recovered and the current visible(hear-able?) sign of that is my sexy voice. I FEEL LIKE A COUGAR. You know what? I don't think I'm in the right mind to continue blogging. Sorry for this half-assed entry, will be back for round two with blogger tomorrow.
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Back to Back
Let me summarise my Saturday into one word- Fruitful! I got my ticket. I'm taking British Airways at 20:55 on the 23rd and will reach London at 5 am next day. It's an 14 hours flight, but due to time difference, I will reach London the next day morn. Xiuhui's coming in 2 hours later so I suppose I'll shop around the airport and wait for her at the student immigration place? Not sure. I don't suppose I'll need company for tht actually. Miao, come pick me! I beg you! I'm suddenly scared at the prospect of traveling to your dorms without a phone.
Erm got myself two suitcases later. One with the normal material, that is either metal or plastic or alloy. No idea what it's called. The other's made of cloth. The former's a mahogany color? and the latter's dark chocolate. It's not exceptionally pretty, but easy on the eyes. Then, my family shopped somemore and I got my duvet, duvet cover, mattress protector. More shopping as we walked to 313, got myself seamless underwears(EVERYONE, BUY THIS) and new sleepwear. Heh the sleepwear looks very japanese, very big and comfy. I like~
And due to the karma from calling Ethel "Pimple Garden!" so many years ago, I'm having a bad case of blemish myself. Thus, my mum bought me a whole set of tea tree oil skin care products from body shop after realising that kiehls doesn't really target my blemish. (Product review: 5 stars! Freaking good, my blemishes disappearing at a phenomenal speed. However, not entirely sure that it's the products, might be the recent increase in intake of birds' nest. I upgraded from normal to those slightly bloody ones. Sounds gross, but it's good. Btw my mum says birds'nest= grow boobies. Lmao)
Sunday: Didn't teach tuition due to heavy rain. Slugged at home in the morn. Spontaneously decided to go out with ziyan after she text me. We went to get eyeliner and make-up remover cos she needed it. And she also got a necklace and a F21 shirt, and I got myself another O.P.I to my growing collection. And a new pair of heels from Prettyfit, but I scraped part of the heel. Heartpain! BTW I was supposed to be shopping with xianmin, but she went to club on saturday night without her PHONE, so I couldn't contact her. By the time she woke and called me, it was 5? And I was trying some clothes in F21, so I was in a hurry to finish the conversation. Then she asked meXM: R u with a guy?Me: Scandalised look* I'M NOT WITH A GUY. I'm with a girl and I'm the changing trying on stuff! (I naturally react repulsively.)ZY: Laughs very loudly in the cubicle beside me*If I'm ever with a guy, I won't pick up and I will text you back. Cos I overreact like that. Cheryl knows. Lol.Then we went to the Cathay to have dinner with Ethel who just finished her driving lesson. Chat over Astons and listen to them ramble about NUS. It was pretty interesting. We had a couple conversing in chinese from NTU beside us. Ethel expresses her distaste. It reminds me of the episode in CSE when Mr Teh called all of us middle-class, and ethel exclaimed "I'M NOT MIDDLE-CLASS." after which Mr Teh grimaced in defeat. After dinner, my cognitive abilitie have shut down due to lack of sleep, so we skipped frolick to go home. Guys! How about we go frolick before jam n hop on saturday?
Parents were being parents-ish when I reached home. Nothing to comment about that. And I spent the night researching about CCAs in Bristol. It is FUCKING AWESOME PEOPLE. Talk more about it later in the day. My conscience is reminding me that I'm supposed to be working. Quote of the day:Bridesmaid wasn't the HAHAHA SO FUNNYIt was HAHAHA UNBELIEVALBE~ cue ziyan's matter-of-fact tone
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Munching Banana
I going bananas over my breakfast which are bananas. Ever wondered why I chose this blogskin over everything else? I really like Linzhen's and Xueyan's blogskin. Wanted to rip off the latter's since her blog is already R.I.P in cyberspace, but this one's so... Coppola-ish. I mean the younger Coppola, though I'm a fan of the older's works too. In sec 3, I spent a whole week listening to Speak Softly Love(from Godfather) over and over again, like at least 2 hours a day due to my never-ending ride home. I even put it as my ringtone hahaha. However, the second film put me to sleep during the middle. Not that it's boring, but there was a time when movies were like 3 and a half hours. It's not easy for me to watch such a long movie at 12 at night. Yes, if you haven't knew already, I love movies. Perhaps in another lifetime, I will be a film major. And if you look closely at the third picture in my blog, that little thing you always pressed to shout at me.
It's Sofia Coppola's Dior advert!Haha I was working in Dior then, but I was more acquainted with Jude Law's Homme fragrance poster more than anything. That bloody poster was 3 times my width and twice my height, and I have to painstakingly clean it with a cloth everyday. While I do not mind cleaning the real Jude Law everyday even if he's that giant sized, I mind a lot when it's a bloody poster. So admist all the cleaning and servitude infront of customers, my biggest joy lies in trying the Dior products. And out of all the fragrances, Dior's Miss Dior Cherie Flower Bouquet was my favourite and I swore to add it to my pitiful collection of 5 fragrances one day.(FYI I did only this june after much whining to my mum in the airport: It's on 46% discount! MUM! HOW CAN YOU NOT LET ME BUY IT! 46! THAT'S NEARLY HALF-PRICE! YOU KNOW IM GOING TO EMBARRASS YOU INFRONT OF THE RELATIVES IF YOU DON'T LET ME GET IT!)Note: Dior has two Miss Dior Cherie. One's the original and one's the flower bouquet. The original is more sensual but also more serious, and older. To me, it should be called Mrs Dior Cherie hahaha. Parisian chic, but not youthful. Okay, one day I was surfing youtube and I found this hidden gem of an advert! It was the 08' flower bouquet advert by Sofia Coppola. I think the iconic scene was when the model float up to the sky with all those colorful balloons, while she held the huge bottle of fragrance. Entirely whimsical with the distinct Coppola touch through the use of colors and the slightly different film. (Think the virgin suicides) Very pretty and hence the choice of blogskin.
Talking about Sofia Coppola, don't you think she was way more morbid and angsty before. I mean virgin suicides totally had the vintage vibe which is very beautiful, but when you look at the screen stills, it's disturbing, right? The use of those old(muted?) colors look quite morbid, even the arrangement of the set gives off this almost too horribly innocent vibe. It's like too much innocence till it throws you off skelter into the other extreme.   I think you know what I mean. All the haziness and dustiness. Plus the suburban vibe. Anyway, I like Kirsten Dunst and Sofia Coppola. The end.PS. The pictures are for ethel. I will put on photographs. Someday.PPS. I will purchase Burberry London someday. It's an unbelievable scent. If Dior is chic, the Burberry London's is like the romance of a Londoner. Beautiful in a handsome way.Next post will be about daily activities.
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