the four right chords can make me cry

How to spend a tiring weekend.

- Wake up at the very challenging hour of 7:30am on a saturday morning.
- Have breakfast with mum and peach.
- Arrive at LT8 for the Singapore Forum on Politics 2006: The (In)Significance of Political Elections in Singapore.
- Be awestruck and inspired by the academics, professional politicians, lawyers and journalists.
- Pig out at buffet spread.
- Bus down to Clementi and email something from serene's laptop.
- Bus down to Orchard in an attempt to hunt for Jerry's birthday present.
- Wobble across Orchard in heels and sustain blisters.
- Be nauseated by cutesy thingy overload in quest for donald duck stuff.
- Meet your Destined Indulgence, at 50% off!
- Buy Subway for self and bros.
- Totter home and across the field, almost fall down, how unglam.
- Collapse into bed after feeble attempt to "do work" after dinner.
- Wake up in the middle of the night, suddenly get allergic to air or something, unable to go back to sleep properly.
- Realise it's time for church.
- Be sleepy through message and switched off during class.
- Witness peach try to unbraid his hair with much pain. muahahaha.
- Lunch with valerie (please stop saying you're fat), jeremie, daniel and ben who seems bent on making me laugh up my lunch.
- Teach daniel music theory!
- Hear the very audible groan from behind the door when i ring the doorbell of tuition kid's house. Amused.
- Thank other tuition kid's mum who decided, seemingly on whim, to pay me extra this month. Thank you so much aunty!!!
- Ponder the education system that produced these tuition-needing kids as I sip on my second soya bean drink of the day.
- Walk home and request to be sent because I had no idea what bus to take to Holland V.
- Marvel at the level of testosterone at our dinner party when i first arrive, outnumbered by army guys.
- Be touched at the concerned his friends would show him.
- Have your Smile-when-you-don't-know-how-else-to-react ploy uncovered by Jerry's friend who found it "a little freaky".
- Take a little tour around guilt trip island when confronted with amount of schoolwork that needs to be done, but decided to blog anyway.
- I can't believe you just read all that boring, tedious narration that leads absolutely nowhere and wasted all your time! thanks, that's why I love you =)

I thought the forum was super-fantastic! But unfortunately, when i tried talking about it with my friends the response was that of indifference, with a slight tinge of "stop showing off". =( someone let me talk about it please, i just want gush.

Jerry, you like the most obscure things. Donald duck was incredibly hard to find! Millions and millions of different reincarnations of winnie the pooh, tigger, mickey mouse, et al, in every form, from chopsticks(?) to mousepads to coin purses to soft toys to alarm clocks to slippers to cushions. They had every other strange cartoon bird from badtz maru (which is, as i learnt, actually a penguin), pingu (another penguin), tweety bird, daffy duck (getting warmer!) and even that strange rooster from warner brothers whose name i do not know. but no donald duck. Being in that many cutesy shops, included the dreaded, terrifying "More Than Words", blasting incomprehensible cutesy music, was nearly enough to kill me. But it's ok, hope you like it =)

Destined Indulgence is a very good name for a shop. You might think i'm gulible, that they've managed to push all the right consumer buttons, but i think the name of that shop/label actually was a mitigating factor when it came to buying that dress. I liked it on the rack, I liked it on me, I liked the little label at the back that said "Destined Indulgence" which caused me to think "hmmm, why yes! this could well be that destined indulgence, which though i have not thought about prior to this moment, is indeed destined!". I liked it even more after I had already decided to buy it when the salesgirl said, "buy it lah, we got 50% discount on it." Even if I was the sucker born that very minute, I don't care, because I'm a very happy sucker who now owns a pwetty dress. alas, nowhere to go in it.

ok, i should really get started on my lab report and readings now.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:37 AM