manja me.

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not much has been happening the past week, save for many late nights spent sprawled out on the 'sleepy couch' in manda/lili's ubercosy kitchen, eating their scrumptious dinners whilst half-working (or pretending to) on assignments half-watching dvds, nz cartoon brotown, russell peters, hard gay etc. (the latter two were my recommendations)

in the span of sat/sun, we managed to cover the first 3 episodes of greys season 4 (which was all i managed to get my hands on), 2046, gattaca, my sassy girl (my picks for the week).

watching russell peters reminded me of home, damn, even eating lili's fried rice reminded me of home! too many things remind me of home these days, it seems. for the first time in my life, every single fiber of my being is crying out for home sweet home.

it's fast becoming an obsession; not a day goes by when i don't mention the words "i can't wait to go home" "singapore is amazing, you'll love it!" "yes, i'm definitely going home for christmas" "i miss home" "i miss my family" freaky huh. even my mum's a bit freaked by my sudden bout of manjaness. haha

cracking up over russell peters with verr, listening to his (sometimes) spot-on imitation of "confucius say, you go to jail bad boy!" and other random phrases. watching korean drama serials with carol and having in depth discussions about it over dinner. walking aj babyboo and exploring seletar together (with carol, cause she loves me. cue: inside joke.). running at full-speed and jumping/rolling onto mummy's bed, to the annoyance of my brother *glee* carol's spaghetti, hk noodles, sarpoh rice, spicy fried rice, horfun, codfish, sweet & sour pork, honey-charsiew chicken wings, pork chops, green beans with hebi, beancurd soup, tomyam soup, beef stew.. etc.

i've been here 66 days to date, 31 days to my 21st (so far, the plan involves a bunch of crazy girls in london, dressing up gorgeous, tiaras, alcohol and a wild night of clubbing), 32 days till we leave for rome, 39 days till i leave here for singapore. the countdown has officially commenced.

ooh when i reach home, the first thing i'm gonna do is give my baby the longest hug humanly possible (i'm never gonna let him go again, sleep with him if i have to) followed by all my family members, take a long hot bath, get into my wondrous bed and sleep. for as long as i can. deep uninterrupted sleep. hopefully my mother will take pity on poor jetlagged me and allow me to sleep in and wake up naturally. but right before i fall asleep, text the cot & gen, jacky/roy.. you know, the people that matter most - let them know I'M BACK!

i can't wait to wear my summer clothes! i can already see it - the predictions for my december wardrobe:

daytime
peach floaty chiffon blouse with french lace collar, petal cutout-back or itsy bitsy camisoles tucked into black high waisted shorts with gladiators/wedges/animal print stilettos, black leather bag with good hoops, dangly vintage earrings or chunky accessories, depending on top

printed tent dresses worn with hot denim shorts and gold/silver thongs, cobalt blue balenciaga knockoff bag with bronze rings, ipod/ballerina plate

floor sweeping tiered skirts with plain tanks (possibly layered, if weather permits), flipflops, big brown bag (pref. boho style with fringe) leather braided belt on hips OR aforementioned skirts worn as maxi dresses with one of mum's leather waist belts

basically, i foresee loads and loads of easy breezy summer dresses for the day. no frills, no fuss.

nighttime
vintage grecian goddess floor length dress in mauve, drapey double front with low back and braided straps, worn with chiffon scarf of same colour in hair, gladiators/wedges, gold hoops/rose plate/bracelet, gold clutch

violet chiffon dress with puffed sleeves, worn with knee high boots (if weather permits, even if it doesn't i don't care. i'll sweat it out!) anything goes - pile on the bling. vintage bag?

skinny jeans with lime lace over satin bustier, highest heels possible, keep accessories to a minimum. no bag, stuff my stuff in my pockets. lately i've been keen on NOT carrying anything when i go clubbing.

and so, that concludes the predictions for december's looks. i miss standing in my walk-in at home, pondering what to wear (because there is just so much to choose from). over here, i stand in front of the wardrobe, wondering what i can wear that i haven't already worn last week and is still clean.