guess who's feeling like miss
C-O-N-G-E-N-I-A-L-I-T-Y?

some cheerleader type singing to the tune of "mister personality, you so ugly." was humming in my head, but somehow i got the words 'popularity' 'personality' and 'congeniality' all mixed up... so there.

anyways, these are the memoirs of a busybee - oh let me gloat for awhile - this feeling'll probably last till the end of the week, where it will suitably shrivel up and die. at least it beats feeling like you have no friends and wondering where did everyone go? which, on second thought, wasn't too long ago.

saturday - mel smsed out of the blue, which resulted in a pretty impromptu meeting; teppanyaki and haagen dazs.
status: completed.

sunday - a long overdue dinner with jacky and roy (and rex); billy bombers.
status: completed.

monday - a trip to the 'designer' places of singapore, exclusively for yanping. [cue: arab str, haji lane, ann siang, asylum, venue.. etc] since almost all of them have been overtaken/bombarded by ex-designschoolers, no sweat! one tour coming right up!
status: raincheck taken, postponed indefinitely.

tuesday - due to a little mix-up of sms dates, chinchin apparently asked that we meet to eat tonight, but i thought she meant tomorrow. so dinner with the ballet girls (rachel, chinchin, xiaoxuan) soon, but not soon, ya know what i mean?
status: postponed tentatively, till friday.

wednesday - dinner with the back-in-the-homeland gen drea sarah and myself (maybe ana). was informed by the gen in the afternoon when plans to dine tonight at 7 were scratched.
status: on for now. 7pm orchard, i think.

thursday - broc's play at the arts house. sarah drea gen myself, with a complimentary pass, courtesy of broc.
status: definite. meeting at 6.30pm.

friday - dinner with the ballet girls chinchin, maybe rachel, and myself. xx is in italy :(
status: tentative. 6pm orchard.

saturday - nothing.

sunday - possible reunion with cousin kenny and mel (and G, if he accepts).
status: tentative. no time selected yet.

note: sigh. i really miss the child. i feel like such a teenager slash romeo&juliet-esque, being banned from seeing own boyfriend and all.

the worse part is how i'm actually LISTENING. where was all this obedience during my angsty teenage years? well, it's POSSIBLE that this newfound obedience stems from the fact that i feel guilty, and that the mother MAY actually have a point.

i hate to admit it, but i am feeling a sense of mild satisfaction from reading through the prospectus for the colleges in UK and FIT and practising piano. things i know i should be doing.

AHHHHHH. i want to be in my boyfriend's musso, 'gallavanting' around town with 6 other cars - jerome calista shihan stacie kevin dee imran yan damien joy sascha.. etc.

i felt like part of the mafia, what with the entourage and all. hee



ah, the good old days.