'beep'.

'beep'.

yep, i'm referring to the pussycat dolls' latest song on the radio, it sure is a catchy one it is. i can't deny the fact that it's been ringing incessantly in my head all night long. 'oh-oh-oh'.

achievement #1

I DID IT!
I CLEANED MY ROOM!

WHOOHOO! hurry, take a peek out the window.
the moon must be blue tonight.

i went on a mad cleaning spree (you know, me and my weird urges), ridding my room of anything that was deemed useless and/or outdated. i must've thrown away at least a tonne of paper and cloth; it filled up one of those huge laundry baskets.

eh hello, i even WIPED THE FLOOR AND THE TABLES! be impressed, be VERY impressed.

next step, vacuum.

achievement #2

i went to check out the style advisor position at topshop and updated my resume. i'm going to mail it over once i pluck up enough courage.

minor achievement #3

i was out in public today! FOR ONCE, I WASN'T COOPED UP IN THE STUDIO.

i shopped! i bought a pair of gorgeous silver shoes, (the gold wasn't available in my size), LOREAL mascara and eyeliner, and plucked my eyebrows (man, it's been ages. my brows were getting 'wavy', according to shing. heh)

major achievement #4

while embarking on the journey to becoming a better girlfriend, i did some research and stumbled upon a new yahoo service thingy. what an educational trip it turned out to be, i'm almost embarrassed by the degree of frivolity involved in my question (as compared to the ones bordering on political and racial issues) and the curious feelings it must've evoked in passerbys.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/;_ylt=Ait0IDeEJ.CwXn3EXuS_njoezKIX?qid=1006020207830

a quickie: while getting my brows plucked today, i was asked to lie down on this flat bed (like the ones used for massages). while the nice lady was busily trimming/plucking away, my stomach started making the most unladylike grunts i've ever heard, like EVER.

i swear, if the cotton wool wasn't covering my eyes, i would've simply withered up and DIED from embarrassment.

i tried to suck in my tummy and stifle my stubborn gastric-prone stomach and the sounds that were emerging from within, but it didn't work, it just made it worse. to make matters all the more 'delightful', i found the situation unexplainably funny and couldn't stop giggling.

imagine the scenario: the room is silent, save for the tranquil peaceful spa-like music playing in the background and my stomach grunting like a pig.

it went on and on and was so bad that i was driven to the point of trying to at least act modest; i ran my hands over my tummy in a bid to calm it down. she then said "are you hungry?" only then i acknowledged the sounds and gave some crap-filled answer, though the bit about having gastric tendencies was true.

after i escaped from the painfully silent room, i related the tale to nina and jobi, much to their amusement and what seemed like an eternity of laughter (at my expense, no less), though i have to admit that it was funny. hee.

rarr. sometimes it's really embarrassing being me.

p/s: i've decided to make this incredibly difficult decision: i'm going to join friendster. if for any reason; seriously, to keep in touch with all my friends. especially when i go overseas.

boohoo. yet an-other item on my i-will-never-do-that list, shattered to pieces!

next stop: darts, job, drive. ++shopclubswimsleep.