strawberry margaritas.

school has begun.

there, i said it. with these three words, i feel as if i have singlehandedly opened the gates to the hellmouth a la sunnydale->buffy the vampire slayer. make the connection people!

school has begun
school has begun
school has begun

ohmygod. that really sums it up nicely, doesn't it? even though i have to say 'nice' and 'school' don't really GO together. like oil and water. like pineapples on hawaiian pizza. etc etc.

note to self: aunty linda just named her creation after ME ME ME! all because i modelled it for free free free. i can hardly contain my glee. hee. yes, i'm into the whole FREE HEE ME GLEE.

now all i see when i look around are [new word for the new semester: yaya papayas] giggling freshmen in their silly & impractical high heels tottering around, making a helluva lot of noise on the stairs. *shakes head* i have already spotted a bevy of ACBCs, several attitude problem see-what-see? types, along with the occasional ktv-lounge-hostess-pink&black-combo-coloured-hair (you know she's from ADM), my eyes also spied a mini-miniskirt parade going on and far too many posers trying to act cool and be what they're so obviously not.

tsk tsk children. have some originality!

phrase of the day:
i thought school was supposed to help you find yourself, not be somebody else.

all this talk of school only serves as a reminder of what i've observed and predict is to come

the return of...

#1 bitching in full force.
this time, the stylist has a new crew.
#2 'observing' and 'discovering' how to draft.
'peer teaching' 101.
#3 cheese fries, chicken chop, teh peng.
now, really, i could go on forever.
#4 lonely days in foreign schools.
[read: more talking to myself on the phone]
#5 going nuts in the lab/studio @ 11 pm.
tabletop dancing anyone?
#6 negotiating with security guards for later closing times.
#7 limla. enough said.
#8 wilson and his 'don't tell anyone!' gossip,
which he tells everyone.
#9 new darlings, lovers and husbands?
mr vicky, bryan, dr tay :)
#10 hanging out/camerawhoring in the canteen.
8 people at a table for 4.

last semester, pauline and i tabulated the ratio of the single vs. attached in ADM. now that the ratio has obviously changed (what with all the sudden talk of boyfriends and such), i wonder... who will be THE ONE to balance the forces of single and attached? *snicker*

ooh. strawberry margaritas.

girls' night out plus one. the plus one being ben, but he doesn't REALLY count so that's okay. *grin*

friday night was a night to remember, in every sense of the word. if you asked me to share it, blow by blow, i really wouldn't know where to start, though the ending's much simpler. instead i shall make up a quote, "it was fun, too much fun."

backtrack. we met. we ate, at crystal jade, shaw lido. we all ordered noodles with wantons/dumplings without really being able to tell them apart, except for the 10 cent price difference. out came the cameras, oh but first came the candy. mountains and valleys-worth of willy wonkas, courtesy of sarah and hawaii. so much catching up to do, and i'm glad we did. andrea commented that i was scarily high on something, and it ain't the sugar honey. shopping with a vengeance, eating like a barbarian, giggling like a banshee, making dangerously wild hand gestures. uhhuh, that's me.

well, it probably WAS the sugar.

i can only recall broken up bits and pieces of friday night post-wanton(s);
-the deliciously sinful or sinfully delicious strawberry margaritas.
-popping them sweets like pills.
-friends constantly asking if i was drunk or just high.
-going digicam crazy all night long.
-drinks on the house.
-standing up on the seat/mattress, singing & dancing to the 'macarena'.
-subsequently hitting my head on the light above.
-the ice-capades/hailstorm, courtesy of raj.
-attacking raj, assisted by sarah.
-being chased upstairs by raj+bucket of ice, while shoeless.
-begging for mercy- "i have to go home tonight! LIKE THIS!"
-being hit on by some guy and having the perfect retort. for once.
-photographing some random angmoh who had a nice beer ad pose.
-closing shop. the final shot with the cute camel. i demanded.
-requesting radio/zhou jie lun in the taxi, no such luck.
-offering & singing/humming qing tian in the cab + MP3 accompaniment.
-friends + taxi driver laughing their heads off at my lousy singing.
-roti prata teh peng, outside serangoon gardens.
-crashing at andrea's, living room/sofa.
-late night/early morning heart-to-heart with sherl.
-sleep.

I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!

LOVE ME.