eyelined eyecandy.

a peek into the mirror is an easy indication of what i need to do now; sleep.

i summoned up the willpower and utmost strength to lift up my heavy lids and peer at my own reflection, all i see being bloodshot eyes, smudged makeup and a half-dead girl staring back at me.

too much has been happening.
i'm really tired out from work - and i'll leave it at that.

also TODAY, from somehow imagining that the morning shift starts at 9 [when it actually starts at 10. this is what working in an office does to you! (past tense)], hence waking up at 7, leaving at 8, and reaching orchard by 835; where all the shops haven't opened - borders inclusive - and i have over an hour to kill.

cue: trusty starbucks, treating myself to a medium raspberry frappe and my eyelined eyecandy - what a pleasant surprise to receive too early in the morning, when i'm still not done being a grouch, though i have to admit rather un-reluctantly, the sight of him put a little grin on my face almost instantaneously heh.

i have got to find a way to be more discreet about catching glimpses of eyecandyboy, because i'm certain he knows it and owns it, and surely girls stare at him all the time. blah yada yada. it seems that everytime i just so happen to glance over, he looks up, eyes boring right into mine, even from so far away where he is behind the counter. so i think. and i dart my eyes away immediately, which is such a giveaway.

i seat myself in a cosy corner, on a sofa mind you - probably the only time i'll ever get to perch my bum on one - and read URBAN, with as much seriousness as if i were reading TIME magazine. times up. i leave. no turning back. no glance over the shoulder. just purposeful strides, up up and away!

work. lunch. work.

gen arrives at 5pm for her appointment. we leave around 630, when i officially get off work. we wander around like little lost sheep that are in fact not so very lost, just wandery-ish. being spontaneous and unplanned is our new thing, haven't you heard? we consider having the ubiquitous $1 ice cream for dinner whilst walking past a stall, then brainstorm dinner options at borders. i knew the time to make a decision had arrived when i found myself dozing off while leaning against the glass wall in the magazine section. nydc mudpies, breadtalk bread... we settled on far east.

i'm so poor it's sad. pathetic even. every morning the staff have to declare the amount of money in their wallets, i notice most of it goes: $50, $48... mine's: $4. whoopee.


over and out dudettes, and dudes.
ywan ynaw yawn.
weariness affects spelling.

and i'm lovin the topshop playlist:
tilly and the wall - sing songs along. i wanna dance/prance crazily like them, wearing neon colours to boot! MY NEW HAPPY SONG: they noticed how i stare at the tv screen like some dazed twit on occasion, mouth agape and all. justine electra - fancy robots. very very soothing. almost sleep-inducing. lullaby.


love love love.