,Finally, I feel I've done enough to warrant some serious studying. Starting from after this entry.

For those who reads my blog but hasn't notice, I've put a new link on my blog, to my new blog! I shall just advertise a little here

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To all beautiful ladies out there, my shopping blog has been officially done up. This time round, I'm holding 2 pre-order sprees, with imports from Hong Kong, Korea and Japan. Sooo if you are interested in getting unique, pretty, feminine dresses from elsewhere and not Zara, you are welcome to take a look. And the best part is, the prices are way low.
Guys are welcome too if you wanna purchase for your mother/girlfriend/best/friend/sister etc.

Love, http://princess-attire.blogspot.com
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On another issue, I just read a couple of the dumbest blog ever. And unfortunately for me, I know one of these 2 bloggers. The other loser blogger in this topic, happens to be a fan of the first blogger in question.
Blogger #1: A brainless, plastic-faced(literally), typical bimbo, complete with huge boobs and an empty shell. She apparently worships dawn yang, and went for plasticy in vain to look like her. Sad to say, according to ZY, she looks like TCS actress Quan Yifeng. Though I wouldn't say Quan is drop dead gorgeous, but she has her own sassiness which makes her look good in her own way. But I think it's quite sad for anyone spend a bomb for some major facial reconstruction, only to end up looking like her.
That aside, her english is atrocious. It's not just peppered with mistakes in tenses, a few typos and some missing words. BUT HER ENGLISH IS FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG. Her thoughts are erratic. Actually nonsensical would be a better word. Actually no, i forgot, she has no thoughts whatsoever. The only few entries which actually made any sense were not written by her. They were cut and paste from some website. Oh i'm so surprise. She types in mindlessly short sentenses. Like this. And somehow, she can still can get them all wrong.
Eg. "Went *Falala Gym for *Tralala. And now I felt aching very inch of my body." *Nouns have been changed to preserve her anonymity)
A typical entry would be like 5 pictures of herself posing a la Dawn Yang style, and 1 line of un-English that nobody understands.

Did I mention she speaks with a ninny little fake accent that sounds like crap? And she tells people (rich guys during shows in particular) she goes to school at *Nalala/*Salala and studies Mass Comm. Please la, you think they stupid issit? If you want to attract graduates they can prolly spot your fake accent halfway down the exhibition hall lor. And please la, you think study mass comm = go on tv and act with Takeshi Kaneshiro? And you think mass comm will want you ah? Even if you speak with your ninny little fake accent, your english remains lousy. Atrocious. Whatever. Imagine handing in a research paper Blogger #1 style(on whatever topic. I didn't take any new media modules la):

(picture posing ala Dawn YAng style)

(picture posing ala Dawn YAng style)
Ah this is good paper,*wink* i think. No reason can fail why u say?
Hmm because is tV! Yay!!! No reason. But I think one day, i can have to appear from all the advertisements. Conquering new market is no major difficulties. Master of nuture help me alongs and i has to be happy.

Is kind of troubling to my heart. In my homeland being have got tvs all around. Reminds me of when I drink Rose tea. Wah so beautiful, goddess me.
Why do people not bare themselves on tv? WHy not? I like them to know me. Really. Hmm but i must work hard first. Now I got this promotion to introduce this amazing new mascara. I do it definitely on through TV. So excited.

Blah...I cant do it anymore. Whetever.

Basically my opinion of her, A loser, a wannabe, who is nothing. She thinks physical beauty supercedes everything. DAwn YAng is the goddess. Hence to be successful, there's only one person to emulate. DAWN YANG. So she goes on and continues to pimp herself through her blog.

BLogger #2 This is a HE. HE is a greatest fan of Blogger #1. Reads her blog religiously, and probably fantasize about squeezing her tits one fine day. Maybe screwing her. Whatever la, but basically there's only 2 reason to read her blog.
1)Because it's so dumb hence you read it for some no brainer entertainment.
2)Because you wanna look at her cleavage, which she generously shares with her various amorous teekorpek 'photographers'. This Blogger #2 in question is such a 'photographer'. He is probably the type who NEVER misses an IT show held in Singapore, and his motive of being there? BEcause got alot of IT SHow girls. Wear short skirt, wear tube, alot of makeup, *psst....Hot!! (or not. but got alot of legs means hot liao). Also because it's free entry. He's probably one of those who cramp up the narrow isle with a big Tua Leng Gong camera and thinks he's a big fuck, because he can ask models to pose for him with that big camera. He will collect the pictures of all the models and dunno do what with them. Even when some models refuse, he'll follow them around adamantly. Just so that he can have the WHOLE collection of girls from IT show 2004/5/6/7.

And this blogger #2 have obviously seen blogger #1 from one of those shows. And he comments on almost every single one of Blogger #1's blog entry.

Okie but my main point here is not so much of blogger #2's taking photos of models. It's his blog remember? He is probably another nitwited loser. His blog consists nothing that is written by him. They are all song lyrics written by someone else. Eh please la, what's the point of having a blog to copy n paste other ppl's intellectual property. WORSE...he didn't cite them. Orh hor...if he was writing a term paper, Prof Lockhart would definitely give him an F, and Farrell would probably make sure he's out of NUS. At least Blogger #1 has pictures of herself that she takes herself, and spouts of nonsense that shows how dumb she is. But this sneaky little bastard takes people's lyrics and paste it all over his blog. If you cant wax lyricals, then DON'T! I'd rather he type in ah-beng style hokkien-engriss u know?
Oh and he, like blogger #1, gives one liners when a picture is introduced for a particular entry.

Eg. *picture*
His comments--> That second girl from the left, chio

WTF...so bloody cheapskate lor...liddat also constitutes a blog issit?


And so I shall conclude my blog entry for today.

Today i got meet Estelle to get Mad.Minerals. She chio, I chio, we happy. Yay! *winks* (GROSS!)

I'm back on Yasmine again.

Much as I hate it, I'm reliant on it after being prescribed it about a year ago. Without it, I'm as good as whiney-dead when the period strikes. Plus, you don't know when will that happen. When you 'feel' it coming, it doesn't come. After 1 whole week of anticipation, it strikes you when you are walking in the middle of chinatown. #@$%!!! Ponstan can only do so much, and I think I'm immune to Panadol already, having Secondary school teachers forcing them down my throat everytime I fainted in school due to the pain.

The reason why I've decided to 'take a break from it' 2 months ago was because it gives me yeast.

Having yeast is no joke. The methods that I have employed to destroy the yeast is nothing short of spectacular, but they are way too gross to be described here. And I'm still not convinced that they actually work. And I smell like beer half the time. Not the mention the itch. I read somewhere that because of the high-progestogen content of the pill, it can upset the bacteria-yeast balance in the body, somehow favouring the yeast over the bacteria. Vitagen didn't really help, because it's laden with sugar and we all know that yeast thrives on sugar. My topsy-turvy sleeping habits, didn't do any good for the yeast condition.

More complains...

Then hor, also largely because of the recent stress and sleeping only at 5-6sm, I had a major case of break-out. Break-outs are bad. it traps you into a vicious cycle of breakout -> agony -> stress ->more breakouts ->more agony ->more stress -> more pimples. My skin has always been sort of on the good side, with my major problems being pore-related. Acne had never been a real concern for me. Even when I go for photoshoots/ fashion shows when the makeup artists had to do up my face, they'd always compliment me on having good skin, and are usually satisfied with me just slapping on a thin veil of foundation.(with the exception of the cb-faced *J and *Sher but I'll not kaobei about them in this entry). I even had no qualms about letting xiaobai, who hasn't been in the washing machine for 1999934092 years, wipe his (very) dirty paws all over my face. So back onto the pills to control my acne problem, maybe until after I have adjusted my sleeping time back to normal.

And right, I seemed to have bloated a little bit off Yasmine. Yasmine's supposed to prevent water-retention, so that I won't feel like a barrel of water rolling down NUS hill. So I wanna have my figure back. With a couple of photoshoots looming near, I seriously dont think anyone would be very happy to bring a fat model out for shoots.

Not to mention fat with a face full of boils.

Above all, being off Yasmine makes life frustrating. It's after all its main function.

***This post has self destructed for the purpose of fitting into the Great Soviet and Terrorism PLan. He wants WMD then we give him lor. Siao eh.***

BTW what makes you think that I AM calling you "The lousy skirt chaser with no qualification?" My whole life doesn't consist solely of you, or humiliating you (even tho I think the class derives great pleasure in that)
Aint you being a little too harsh on yourself by assuming that? Or you simply had to be that?

Near lack of sleep.

I got tickled by a very silly thing in class today and exploded with laughter. But it's really quite funny what...

During my Arts of SEA lecture, I was sitting with the usual gang and we had a guest lecturer in the place of the usual Dr Johnson. Today's topic was about The origins of modern Malayan Art (Paintings). Sad to say, it was super boring and we were all dozing off though I did try my best to stay awake. Halfway through, the lecturer touched upon this artist by the name of Yong Mun Sen who was dubbed the "Father of Malayan Painting". She went on with the usual stuff of giving a 'brief' introduction of his background yada yada...Then suddenly she said,

"He came to Singapore in a bookshop, and move to Penang in a bookshop"

Somehow I manage to find that very funny, and I kept laughing uncontrollably. The notion of sojourning and migration a la Harry POtter did sound so ludicrous...no meh?
Anyway it was cheap thrill on my part, because she obviously meant that he came to Singapore and set up a book shop, and 2 years later moved to Penang, and also worked in a bookshop.

After class, i went to look for Farrell for our long due chat. He hasn't reply my emails after the last "greetings" email he sent me. It was a hot day, so by the time I climbed up the stairs to the History Department, I was rather peeved to find that Farrell's not in his office. Right, it was about lunch time. Hence I've decided to troop over to the engine canteen to tabao some food.

Just as I was ascending up the stairs, I was mildly horrified to see the girl in front of me wearing the same oh-i'm-so-happy rainbow keyhole t-shirt that I have recently bought from Wetseal. Oh well, it just proves that people do outsource for clothes and my shirt is nice hence it appeals to other people too. But what really cheesed me off was this group of guys, presumably from Engine, started pointing at us, LIKE WE ARE NOT THERE, and started echoing and shouting to each other that "hey those 2 girls are wearing the same shirt". Please la, it's just the same shirt lo, I'm not even making a bif fuss outta this minor accident, I really don't see why they should. It's not as if we had identical broccolis sprouting out of our heads. WTF man...They really should just grow up. Great, now the whole canteen knows that there are 2 girls wearing the same shirt. And it didn't help that our shirts are so bright and colourful, and distinctively recognizable.

Ah well, that's from a faculty, whose people finds Management modules interesting...Gee.

My blog is getting boring. It reminds me of a certain someone we all know who has the most boring blog entries in the world, and who blogs on livejournal. Makes me wonder, if people reads my blog because like his, it's so super boring that it becomes amusing to read...Sucks. Lesson at 9am. Tutorial still not done, and later in the day, i'm going to the Singapore Fashion WEek. Liddat how to look nice...? #%$@$#!!!!

The weekend was a way too short one. I managed to finish Lockhart's essay and hand it in before 12 Mid-night (even though I was supposed to hand in during his class at 4pm, which I had conveniently skipped, all because the I was tearing my hair out trying to complete the damn essay). I think I am the last to hand in my paper. Again. After 36 hours of staring at the computer screen, my vision had turned into some weird surreal green colour. When I looked into the mirror, I had a greenish tinge. Xiaobai had a greenish tinge(not because he is in desperate need of washing). Even the corridor in the History department looked green. urghh.

Zy then drove us to West Coast Mac for dinner, but we only had $12 in cash among the both of us, so we only ordered a 20 piece Nugget, a double cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. The milkshake kinda sucked, but he is crazy over it, but I was too hungry to mind. Plus, i was already in a happy mood. Macs has always been a mood enhancer for me...The more food, the happier I get.

Saturday, we went to watch Phantom of the Opera. Zy had bought seats at B-row, which is actually the first row. Any closer to the stage you'd drop into the cockpit. The show was fantastic. I love it that the Phantom could just appear anywhere imaginable. Zy said this phantom, as compared to the one he previously saw, is too whiney. He previous phantom was more 'man'...Ah, what does men know about 'manliness' anyway.

Zy especially liked the last scene To the point of no return, during which the Phantom was disguised as the fat Tenor, Sinor Piangi, who was supposed to be playing the DOn Juan opposite Christine. He was wearing Piangi's big black robe, the cowl of which hid his face, and I think he and Aminta(played by Christine) were like mutually seducing each other. Everytime when Christine's finger touches him, or when he traces her outline, he looked like he was orgasming. But the singing was totally perfect, until Christine realizes that Don Juan wasn't Sinor Piangi, but the phantom himself and calmly pulled off his mask and the wig that the phantom wore. Somehow that charm and suaveness that the phantom had established before was completely destroyed. In place of his skillfully sleeked back black hair, he had a few pathetic wisp of blond hair sticking out in any possible directions that made him look a little like a deformed goblin. I mean being a deformed man is bad enough la, they still made him look like a deforemed goblin. I mean even though I knew that the Phantom was supposed to be some gifted freak of nature with a hideous face, but I still wanted him to be as suave and as phantomly as possible. At least give him back his nicely-oiled back black hair right...

Despite it all, I think it was worth every cent of the $150 that Zy paid for the tickets. The song, Think of me, actually had a special meaning to me; and when Christine first sang it, I almost teared--I felt sad, regret, relieved and love all at the same time. Somehow that was possible k...And we were sitting so close to the stage that it felt almost like we were in the show itself.

I would have liked to talk more about my phantom show, but then Laura reads my blog and she'll kill me if I have too much spoilers here. Hence the above is just a boring lil' summary of my Phantom show. But rest assure it's way better than that.

When I went back home at night, I saw my new iMac! Actually I'm only moderately excited over it, because I've never been a techno kinda person. Gadgets are but a tool to make my life more exciting/miserable. But zy was like gushing over it, and the moment he stepped into my house, he started doing something to the computer. 'doing' because My vocabulary doesn't include the technical term of what he was 'doing' on the computer. This new piece of 'thing' had a "whah whah whah" sound coming out if it when it was on, which according to zy, weren't supposed to be the case. So it means my brother had to wait for another week befor he could get his hands on it. Oh, but the only thing that I liked about the whole Mac machine is that it has a built in Camera. how exciting right. I actually decided Mac over PC after I watched the whole series of Mac Vs PC commercials which were hilarious.
But now i realize I'm completely clueless as to how to use it. urghh...I couldnt even invite people to video chat with me over MSN, so in the end, I spent the whole night making funny faces at ZY over Skype using the video cam.

Slept through the day on Sunday, and didn't get anything done except 1 miserable reading.

Spree-ed

Found a supplier for very pretty Korean Clothes and I've been busy holding a lil' spree amongst my friends, choosing clothes for Friends of my bf whose bdays are coming soon. Hence this blog has actually been left in abandonment for quite some time (yet again!). Transferred the money overseas today and I refused to look at the new stock that might have just arrived because I have already made changes to my order 3 times, that my Seller *REMEMBERED* my name. And prolly my order number, which happened to be 10 digits long. Hah! So here I am, back to my cosy lil blogsphere, which will occupy my attention at least until my loots arrive. I should consider selling clothes on day, and set up a "sister e-store" next to ZY's toys store. Hurhurhur....and we'll make alot alot alot of $$$$.

*Flicks my own ears and wake up from day dream* But I should, considering how I've been spreeing like mad...And finally do I understood what Jessica meant when she said she hadn't shopped in a brick n motar shop for a damn long time...hurhurhur.

My other items that I brought from other ppl's spree a while back has arrived.

#1) My G & G iFax Contact lens from Korea.
I got the one that supposedly make your eyes appear bigger watery, dreamy and doll-like, by enlarging the pupils. Like those by Acuvue and FreshLook, except that those 2 were way too small for my oddly shapped pupils. That day I tried a trial pair of FreshLook contacts and they were smaller than my pupil, and I could see a ring of black around the edge of the lens. Gosh! And worse was that I almost couldn't pull it out, and we sat at the Optitian for 45 mIn or so, all the whilte trying to remove the trial pair from my eyes. Good thing about my G & G lens is that it costs only about $41.50 i think, for a pair of semi-permanent coloured lens, + shipped. So I thought it was not a bad deal. Budden hor, I dont think I achieved that famously acclaimed dreamy, watery-eyed look lei. And please hor, I got the black colour one...So next time when You see me, don't think of me as a fake eye ang-mo wannabe k...

#2) My rainbow T-shirt from WetSeal Spree
Oh I fell in love with it when I saw it on the model at the WetSeal website. It looks so bright and cheery and so please-buy-me-and-I'll-make-you-happy. Or so that was what I told him, when I was trying to make him tell me that the shirt will look nice on me. Haha. Aiya, just model looks damn hot la... Actually I wanted to get more items from them because the Spring fashion this year is just so adorable, with so many of the same type of "make you happy items". Budden, the prices plus shipped would have killed me. My T alone cost SGD24.50 + shipped from US. Even if I managed to get Zy to sponsor my shopping, he'll prolly need to sell his whole room of toys. (which is not necessarily a bad thing you know?)

#3) Unsuccessful.
I tried to buy this pair of knee-length brown leather boots from this Taiwan seller for 599 NT, which would have cost me around SGD38, but it was just plain bad luck that it went out of stock. After I paid, so the seller has to refund me. budden she KNS wanna cheat my money, and the amount she return me was short of like 20-odd cents. Okie la it's not like figging alot of money la, and I decided that it was just too throw-face to email her to tell her that she short-changed me of 20-odd cents. Budden, I felt slightly cheated. *Roar* Zy said it was not reallyy bad luck, cos then I would have saved the money to buy the pair of Forever21 skinny jeans that I had been eyeing. And that's another story by itself. I went to check on their website that day, and found that they only had Size 7 & 11 for that design...and I only wear a Size 3. Dang! Anyway if Size 3 = M, then 5=L, and 7=XL; so 11= XXL?!?!
But I thought they were skinny jeans...

End of blogging for today...Gotta go back to my books...Lockhart's essay's due tmr...$#@!!!