dear batman, please give me a call, we should hang out sometime.

My mother is right, I AM disturbingly nocturnal.

I'm a frickin BAT.

Does it still count as being nocturnal

if you're awake all through the night into the wee hours of the morning?

today,

just for today,
i'm happy.

goodbye my lover!

note: the playsuit mentioned below has been/will be returned and refunded.

spoke with mum over the phone. the recession has hit singapore hard, (without any knowledge of me having bought it) she asked me not to make any large purchases unless absolutely necessary, that i had enough clothes, shoes and bags etc. all the while i was staring at the topshop plastic bag in front of me, guilt seeping in faster than i'd imagined it would.

despite the fact that i've been salivating over it the past few days and dreaming about wearing it, i know that it is/was the right thing to do.

so long (my beloved playsuit), farewell!

that's 36 hard earned pounds going back in my bank account.

give me internet!!

i don't want to admit this, but i think i might be technologically cursed. the internet at home, well technically the neighbour's, is down again. problems with my laptop are driving me up the wall. it's hard to say which one is worse - the lack of internet/communciation with the rest of the outside world is enough to make me want to beat something . it's so frustrating! i am in physical pain from not being able to check my emails, go on msn, blog, facebook... do ANY of the things that give my life meaning. haha. exaggeration much?

anyway i have to run. L has kindly offered to give me a lift to bluewater/lakeside where the boyfriend is coming to RESCUE ME from the dreaded rochester/chatham. actually, in all honesty, living here isn't so bad...


WHEN THERE IS INTERNET!!

toodles! i'm off to a better place... where the sun shines brightly and the grass is green and i can watch gossip girl/greys online :) WHEE!

no. more. drama.

it's nearly 4am.
i should be getting to bed.
my eyes are getting teary
but this must be said.

I MISS MY LONG HAIR.

yes, again.

i was watching some korean boyband mtv, and the super skinny girl (disapproving tone. she looked as if a breeze could snap her limbs) in there had amazing hair. just like mine was, before i decided to go crazy at the hairdressers and chop it all off. luckily i stopped when i did, or else i would have gone all out natalie portman in 'closer'.

and for some CRAZY reason, the video made me think of that person. haven't thought of * in a long time. i was flipping through my diary yesterday and reread some old entries *shivers* i'm glad that disturbing part of my life is over. no. more. drama.

xoxo

when it rains, it pours.

Look me in the eye and tell me you dont find me attractive Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go

the following list is self-explanatory
been. very. busy.

1) returned from my tropical (ha ha) escape to phuket
2) carol fell ill, went to the doctor's 4 times, finally admitted to TTS
3) busy planning (+ executing) shoot for my summer project
4) returned to the UK
5) slept for 20 hours straight on my first night back (i even missed dinner!)
6) went to ROC to sign the tenancy, get a first look at my new house, pay school fees
7) had a mad furniture shopping day weekend with v1 & st. julian @ ikea
8) back at ikea (lakeside) with NGR, more furniture shopping
9) drove down from cambridge>ROC at least 4 times to move my stuff
10) moved in (at last!), unpacked
11) start of school :(
12) tim walker + viktor & rolf exhibition in london
13) now i've fallen ill, sore throat, feverish, HUGE ulcer, sniffling :(:(:(


erm, let's see.. have i missed out anything? oh yes, sorry i haven't been updating for-EVER. too much was happening at the time, and i simply could not find the words to say it all.

xoxo

p/s: have you seen the latest episode of gossip girl? OMFG.

I CANNOT FIND MY LIGHT GREY URBAN OUTFITTERS TANK TOP (which is the perfect grade of thin) AND IT'S DRIVING ME TO THE BRINK OF INSANITY.

ON HIATUS

sorry for the lack of posts. alot has been going on lately (typical response for you and me, right deb? haha); a weekend in paris, our sojourn to the countryside for NGR's supervisor's wedding and my journey back to singapore that seemed to take FOREVER.

i haven't recovered from jetlag as yet. been hiding out at home, resting, seeing a select few close friends. on monday i actually ventured out into the real world, lunch with roy at our secret place, browsing the shops at far east then dinner and 'the dark knight' with jacky, followed by supper at jalan kayu.

last week
had to undergo a CT scan (which entails lying motionless in that tunnel-like machine often seen on shows like grey's anatomy and house) for my persistent stomach problems, sent my laptop in for repair at HP (which also explains the lack of online activity)

last night
went for a talk regarding lasik (mum and i are considering our options, we have yet to attend the pre-surgery evaluation on wed)


i have much to write about. be right back. on second thought, i need a break. now's as good a time as any. i just wanna wake up each day, spend time with the people i love, and not have to think. at all.

gay ole paris!

off to paris later tonight for a quick weekend getaway. no fixed itinerary so far - which is exactly how we like it - just the hopes of exploring the city whilst scouring our way through the flea markets scattered throughout plus a serious intention to party-hearty, something we ALL haven't done in awhile.

i am in DIRE NEED of a party. hmm.. i'm no party animal, but clubbing in paris, that should be fun, yes? *fingers crossed* i do hope paris leaves a better impression this time around. the last time we went, the people were absolutely horrid and the lourve was on strike. fun fun fun.

i am writing a to-do-list as we speak; things to pack etc etc. as is typical of my pre-travel behaviour, i have yet to pack my bags (though it's only for a couple of days so that shouldn't take too long) but still... i'd better get to it. (god. how english did that sound?) we leave in 3 hours.

AHH.

xoxo

p/s: wishing mandili were here (ref. to paris)

p/p/s: LILI IF YOU READ THIS, PLEASE. COME. TO. SINGAPORE. IN. DECEMBER.

this is gonna be a super brief scribble, i have a lunch date with carla in brick lane in less than an hour and i haven't even gotten ready yet. AHH!

been staying at v1's place, it's alot nicer than her previous refugee-camp of an apartment. since she's been away for work in turkey, i have the whole room to myself - not that that's any consolation because every single square inch of space was covered in a patchwork of clothes when i took my first step in. i felt like i was back in mandi's room again haha. (shhh don't tell mandi)

note: i apologise for the random spaces in between, my sister's flatmate's mac doesn't seem to have a functioning delete/backspace key.

it's been interesting. grocery shopping at the co-op nearby, cooking risotto whilst listening to aretha franklin and foo fighters (weird mix huh), taking long walks to the park and settling down with a book (in the past 2 days i've finished reading 'oranges are not the only fruit' and 'the curious incident of the dog at night time'. next up, murakami?) while the wind blows up my skirt, or snuggling in a cosy corner of the house with a mug of hot chocolate. hmmm.. i like.
everytime i'm alone in the house, my mind goes into overdrive. i keep wondering what it would be like if mandili were here, and we shared a lovely little place like this; how we would decorate it, what kind of fri/sat-night routine we would have.. etc
dinner with alex last night was fantastic; indian food @ imli and crepes in soho (everytime i walked past crepeaffaire, i expressed my desire to try it out now i finally have and it was just as yummy as i imagined), drinks off carnaby street @ C'est ici.

and now, i better scoot off to make myself presentable for lunch with little miss malta :)

be back soon, i hope.

xoxo

stress.

stress. stress. dinner. stress. sleep. surprise visit from the boyfriend = happy. sleep. stress. wake up. stress. brunch. stress. stress. dinner. stress. stress. stress. stress. sleep. wake up. stress. breakfast. stress. stress. lunch. stress.

it goes on. quite repetitive really.


note: my life will only resume after the essay and the PR project have been submitted. there will be no blogging until the end of this week or start of next week at least.

adios amigos.

two days, two declarations.

who knew love could make one so repetitive?

bear with me *grin*

it's not often that i allow myself

the option of wearing my happiness on my sleeve

without residual feelings of guilt.

too much to stomach?

tough.

oh, just bite me

:)

rainbows & butterflies.

"It’s not always rainbows and butterflies"

so true.

lah dee dum.

this is so not how i imagined to be asked out,

hence warrants a *double pout*

i have to admit, i'm disappointed

enough to make me consider saying "no",

hard as it may be.

oh wells,

only time will tell.

for now, i'll just sit and sulk

(just for awhile).

note: i'm still working on this week's updates, SO MUCH has happened it's a little tough summarising - never was my strong point, i'm such a sucker for details.

'so little time, so much to do.'

damn, i'm missing my laptop, among other things (and people).

FIGHT CLUB

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
SAVE ME. I'M STRUGGLING TO FINISH WRITING MY ESSAY. HELP ME. SOS. HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? WE'VE ALREADY TRIED BOXING TO ELEVATE THE STRESS. BUT STILL, I'M STRESSED. NO, SERIOUSLY. WE PUT ON ANGIE'S BOXING GLOVES AND STARTED OUR VERY OWN FIGHT CLUB. RIGHT FROM THE COMFORT OF OUR KITCHEN. AMANDA KEPT SCREAMING OUT ENCOURAGEMENT (LIKE THEY DO IN THE PROPER BOXING RINGS) ABOUT ALL THE YOU-KNOW-WHOS WHO EVER MADE ME MAD OR SAD, AND THE NEW THORN IN MY FLESH, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH. IT REALLY GOT ME GOING. I IMAGINED THOSE TWO BLACK DOTS AS THEIR FACES. 1, 2, 3. POOF! POOF! POOF! BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, FULL BODY WORKOUT.

NOW I GET IT. FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB IS: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB. SECOND RULE OF FIGHT CLUB IS: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB...

I'M LOSING IT...

dear deb,

dear deb,

sorry for being such a terribly absentminded friend! after browsing my entries, i realized i keep forgetting to include you, so sorry about that. it's just, you and i are both aware of the strange dynamics of our friendship; the pro and con being one and the same - we're never PHYSICALLY there for each other, but in every other sense of the word 'there', we are - so much so that i forget you're one of the few that have been there all along.

haha. i think you know what i mean.

i'm so used to not having you around and vice versa, that i think it might be a little weird to actually be in the same place at the same time, you know? whenever anything happens, you're usually the first person that comes to mind, but instead of calling, i run straight to my laptop and start writing an email. haha. it's probably the same for you - the emailing bit. but this works for us; our friendship functions precisely because we're not IN each others' lives on a daily basis, and we can see things from a healthy perspective.

the sad part is, having not spent much time in each others' presence, i don't have the same chance to discover your quirks and eccentricities the way your friends do. i guess that's the tradeoff huh.

anyway, this was just my way of saying thank you. for being 'there'. always. and i hope you'll continue to be *smile* as i will, for you.

love,
vicks

i don't know what's wrong with me. chalk it up to paranoia, blame my overly sensitive hormones and womanly instincts if you want to, but it's like.. i'm just gonna spit it out, crazy as it sounds. i feel like i'm constantly being watched. i feel like you're watching me. i don't even know why i care, but it bugs me. it truly truly does. i'm not being egotistical in suggesting that you have nothing else better to do than to read my blog and check out my friendster/facebook profile on a monthly basis, but i know it. sometimes, i can feel it.

to you (you know who you are): if you are/have been reading my blog, please stop. stop checking up on me, be it friendster or facebook or whatever. if you aren't, that's great too, because you wouldn't even see this at all and i'd have proven not only am i crazy, i'm also paranoid. perfect.

it's been long enough, and i need my space. i did what i did for a reason, you of all people should know why. i don't see the need to explain myself further.

so just stop. stop, okay?

p/s: that wasn't really a question. that was me, telling you, to go away.

xoxo

i'm back! from my two day hiatus;
a long overdue weekend spent in london with the girls (and boy), partying up! random encounters with strangers in foreign lands, hmm.. my favourite.

OFFICIAL: BEST. WEEKEND. EVER.

details when i recover from my london hangover *smirk*

xoxo
you know you love me.

"this is the way it should be for lovers.."

Message of the Day

Life is short, Break the rules,
Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly,
Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably,
And never regret anything that made you smile.
Life may not be the party we hoped for,

but while we're here we should dance.

"..they shouldn't go it alone.."

mushaboom.

i am experiencing a man-drought,

well you could call it a self-imposed man diet of sorts,

i figure: time to take up knitting!

so says meredith grey.

hail the bible that is
grey's anatomy.



note: i'm so full of rubbish today.

must be the fact that i haven't taken a bath

because the darn water heater hasn't been working for the past week.

NO HOT WATER (in the morning).

it's an unthinkable dilemma to be faced with at 9 in the morning; go to class with unwashed bedhead from the night before or submit self to shivering/shaking, teeth chattering and all,

in the freezing shower - for a tad more cleanliness and peace of mind?

weighing the odds, i chose the former.

if peace of mind and slightly cleaner hair came in any other form at any other price, i'd take it. but the thought of having a cold shower - AGAIN - did not appeal one bit.

so here i am, sitting and waiting.

for my body to churn up enough energy to climb up that annoying hill back to school again. you know what, part of it is simply psychological. once you do it enough times, it's quite manageable really.

it's just.. annoying. that's all.

dear god, give me strength and will:

to leave this flat and climb that hill,

and do what needs to be done.

please get me through today.

i just need uninterrupted concentration for a couple of hours, to do some solid research, do a thorough once over and compile all my information.

okay, i'll give myself 5 minutes more: to use the loo, pack up my laptop and go.

starting... NOW.