YShopping Reduces Your Vocabulary
Was: US $28
Now: US $9.90
I know I've got a pair like this already but these are so pretty and such a bargain!
More pretty pairs:
But let us not look at the price tag.
My mum's not gonna let me pay $60 for this, even though it's sooo nice:
Isn't this the cutest case you've ever seen?:)
Pretty...
Am tempted to browse through the 'Pretty Little Things' section but I know that will keep me online for the whole day.
For more good stuff, visit urbanoutfitters. (Yes, I know it's free publicity for them, but I really like their stuff :))
(p.s. Good morning, New Year's Eve.)
jac was here with you
12/31/2005 09:46:00 am
YAnticipations
Am sitting in my living room eating a microwaved mince pie for breakfast and listening to my brother's punk rock songs as he plays on the computer. I'm pretty sure he only plays those songs because I can't sing along to them and annoy him. Although, he's played them so frequently that even if I don't know the lyrics, I can hum along to the more tolerable ones. I think last night one of them appeared in my dreams.
The mince pie tastes a bit rubbery; maybe I should have toasted it. We didn't have a single minced pie this Christmas; I'm eating the very first one. It could have gotten burnt in the microwave but I can't tell because everything inside it is black anyway. Next time I'm putting it in the microwave for a shorter time and then toasting it.
Haven't gone shopping yet. I intended to go today and still might, but we're painting this banner for Interact and although I was very tempted to tell them I couldn't make it I decided to go in the end and assuage my conscience. Am sort of looking forward to the day despite not being able to shop.
Yesterday I finally did my essay plan and used it to reorganise my essay so it's not crappy anymore. It took me about the same time as the previous day's essay, and its completion gave me the same satisfaction. (Aside: Ugh, he's playing Black Eyed Peas' 'My Humps' :P) The only essay left to revise is my lit essay and I'm not sure if I want to look it over--though I know I'll feel bad handing up a bad essay to Mr. Perry, who's so nice and such a pushover.
Lately I've been spending a lot of time online due to the lack of reading material I have. My dad used to buy the newspaper back every day but lately he's not been able to, for some strange reason. So we're only stuck with Today, which I can read, just that today's Thursday, and I like looking at the Urban section in the Straits Times, even though I feel it does try too hard sometimes. I like looking at the clothes--hahaaa. :) I was complaining to Dan last night about how I can't go shopping today because I had to paint the banner and I could feel him rolling his eyes all the way in Pasir Laba. Guys are so funny; sometimes I do these things just to amuse myself with their reaction.
It's the last week of my holidays and it's been a good week so far. I don't know what's going to happen when I get back to school, though. I never thought I'd say this but I think I'll be happy to see some of my friends in school. I have this philosophy that good and bad years alternate, and this year was a horrendously bad year, so next year should be a good year. :) Interact is looking up; I've got my plans for the next year laid out and things aren't as scary as they initially seemed. I want to try out for dance again. Zhen'll be back (though we won't see each other very often even though we are across the road) and NO MORE SENIORS! Seniors always make me feel funny--it's weird to be occupying the same room with them, like they're watching and judging your every move. Now I'm gonna be a senior--muahaha. Pity there are no MG girls in the next Humanities batch.
I can't believe it's gonna be next year soon.
jac was here with you
12/29/2005 09:50:00 am
Yam sick of reading.
I'm sorry Electrico, my brother took your CD which I borrowed from Dan and went and ripped it, so now it's going to be permanently stuck in our computer. I might buy it if it grows on me though.
I think the prospect of not shopping when I know there are post-Christmas sales going on is good motivation for me to finish up my holiday homework. I vowed not to buy anything until I completed my essays and I am proud to say that I completed one essay today (with a lot of help from Wen) , so I just have one-hundredth of an essay (the essay plan, which I really should have written before my really crappy essay) to go.
The days have been good, in spite of homework, a few disappointments and some hurts. God has been good and He's been giving me things to be thankful for every day. I'm really beginning to see how good He is when you take a step of faith, and I hope this continues.
Met Elgina and Josiah in the library today. Come Friday I will be at the Humanz (ugh, I wish there were a nicer way of spelling it) Christmas/New Year's party in an attempt to ease myself back into school and humanities. It was quite fun doing work with them even though we barely spoke in the 2 hours we were together.
Went for Zarbie's (aka Joel aka Daniel's baby aka some Liverpool player whose name I cannot spell) birthday party yesterday and met Sophia Tee, Mrs. Tee's daughter (though she doesn't know I know that), and found out that she was also in Humanities! She graduated 2 years ago and is studying in Northwestern now. She hated Humanities, and when she told me that I felt strangely comforted. I really wanted to speak more with her but she'll be leaving for the US on the 1st. Still, it was nice meeting her.
Y'know, Daniel, when I was a little kid my parents used to throw me these huge birthday parties where they invited tonnes of their friends. I used to hate them because I didn't know any of these people, and wasn't it supposed to be my birthday? I guess they gave me good presents, though. Still, you might want to think about this when Zarbie gets a little older and more aware of his surroundings.
Till then, everyone will continue staring, poking and messing around with him because he really is the cutest baby around.
jac was here with you
12/27/2005 07:52:00 pm
YGood Night
It occurs to me that no movie, book, or poem can encapsulate life as richly as life itself. Every trial and joy moulds us and our perspectives towards ourselves and others--each situation we are placed in pushes us ever more gently towards what we will eventually become. No amount of literature can impact you as greatly as your life.
Thank You, Father Storyteller, for my life :)
jac was here with you
12/26/2005 10:11:00 pm
YOn A Seashell Couch
We tumble onto the plush red seats, all six of us. It is rare for us to actually have a free afternoon together, and once we have it, we do not know what to do with it. Adora and I order lunch, and I easily persuade Nic to share my ice cream. We sit, silent, because we have nothing in common anymore except the past.
"Say something," I nudge Nic.
"Hmpf!" she goes in her comical Nic way. "You know my rule."
"We're not eating now," I point out.
She nibbles on her pocky stick. "I am!" And even though it was stupid, everyone burst out in laughter.
We talked. It was strange, making conversation--a bit weird, and quite difficult, because we hadn't met together for about a year. But we managed, and once we started, it was comfortable once again. I talked to Tash about history S, Adora and I complained about Hwa Chong, we found out that Nat and Carina are a year ahead of us and are going to uni next year.
Tash observed that the couch we were on, a red semi-circle one, looked like the one in the Little Mermaid. I wondered what it was like for mussels to have shells and poked at the empty mussel shells on my plate. We then started discussing the possibility of mussels having brains and Carina and Nic told us they reproduce by shooting out both sperm and eggs in a cloudy mixture.
Gross.
We played with the olive oil and vinegar, pouring them in a small plastic cup to see what they would look like. It was like we were children again, fascinated by how oil, vinegar, chilli flakes, butter and cheese looked like all mixed together. "This looks like a chem experiment gone wrong"--Tash.
Strange, how we were each reluctant to say we had to go, and even when we had frantically scrambled out of the place once the waitresses started cleaning up our mess, we still lingered outside Cine, wondering what to do, refusing to part. We planned for our next get-together, listed down the activites to do: K-box (lame but fun), Sentosa (blading and beach). No shopping because Carina hates shopping (at the moment, so do I). We followed each other to Somerset MRT, not speaking much. Sometimes you can get so comfortable with people you run out of things to say.
When we finally parted and I walked to the bus stop alone, I looked back at the afternoon--this rainy dreary afternoon. For one delicious moment in time, we became sixteen again.
jac was here with you
12/22/2005 09:26:00 pm
Ystop the world, I want to get off
The world's spinning by too quickly for me to get hold of what's happening. Holidays are ending, things are confusing, and I wish I knew how I were feeling but I don't.
Going to watch the Nutcracker with Debbie later today. Quite looking forward to it. I thought I wouldn't be going because I'd be in Malaysia but things have worked out quite nicely. Quite.
Have been procrastinating about my essays. This week I intended to do them but all I'm doing right now is either going out or feeling sorry for myself. I will do them eventually, however.
SAT scores came back, and I did unexpectedly well :)
In the midst of all of this, inside there's something horribly, strangely wrong and I don't know what to do.
If I cry, will you stop? I'm not naive anymore but I'm just as helpless as I always was.
jac was here with you
12/21/2005 05:33:00 pm
YPieces of This
I find that my moods meander me through different personalities as the days wear on. You're never really one person, because you're never really in the same place all the time, and places and people make you repond differently.
I am the girl above the commotion, always floating, always elusive, never needing people. And yet I am also constantly falling, excruciatingly open, unfailingly eager to please.
It's strange, it's confusing, yet deceptively easy to understand. Divide your life into two and what do you get? They're not equal halves; one is a lot larger than the other, inversely proportionate to the amount of time spent in it. Is it the cause or the effect?
Is it wrong to leave them like that, like an unevenly broken biscuit, or am I to level them up?
When I step back into the new year I will have to encounter more of this.
jac was here with you
12/15/2005 11:49:00 am
Y1 am
Falling asleep to the sound of silence.
Have been sleeping well.
jac was here with you
12/14/2005 10:04:00 am
YGrasping the Buddha's Foot
It was only at 4 am on the morning of the day before my SAT that I began to panic about my essay. Previously, I had dismissed any worries about it because hey, I've spent a whole year writing GP essays, so it should be no sweat right?
My cold reason then pointed out to me that my tutors are so lazy, I've only written about 4 GP essays the whole year, 3 of which were under test conditions. And I was reminded that my essays did not score very well either.
So now I am flipping through my SAT practice book, looking at the sample questions and trying to think of examples suitable for those questions. I have been trying to recall every book I've ever read and remembered so I can sound intelligent when they ask me to "Support your position with reasoning and examples taken from your reading, studies, experience, or observations." I should probably also try to recall stuff I've learnt in history (unfortunately I don't do American history, though, like everyone, I am dimly aware of it) and heck, maybe econs will be useful. Can't use Singapore examples, though, I suspect. Ugh, I wish I knew more things--no, I wish I were interested in more things, like Justin. Things would probably come easier.
Can't you just give me a passage to dissect and talk about?
Stuff I Have Read Over the Past 2 Years:
--The Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
--Prozac Nation (Elizabeth Wurtzel)*
--The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)*
--Catcher in the Rye (JD Salinger)
--Angela's Ashes (Frank McCourt)*
--King Lear (Shakespeare)
--King Henry IV Part 1 (Shakespeare)
--The Secret Sharer (Joseph Conrad)
--The Machine Stops (EM Forster)
--Meet Me on the QE 2! (Catherine Lim)
--The Joy Luck Club (Amy Tan)
--Twelfth Night (Shakespeare)
--Daughters of the Late Colonel (Katherine Mansfield)
--The Screwtape Letters (CS Lewis)
--1984 (George Orwell)*
--Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
--Songs of Innocence and Experience (William Blake!)
--Rebecca (Daphne Du Maurier)*
--Odour of Chrysanthemums (DH Lawrence)
To those MG lit students: yes, half of the titles listed here are actually short stories and were my lit texts. If I add in Dan Brown and Harry Potter I'll get a slightly longer list but I doubt they're credible enough books. I could say I attempted to read VS Naipaul and F Scott Fitzgerald but I had no idea what the heck they were going on about. And Blake's actually a collection of poems, but I could still use that. I could talk about Sylvia Plath but I would really rather not, especially after Burge failed me on my Blackberrying PC.
So it's a grand total of 20 things (I can't even call them books) over the past 2 years which works out to 10 things a year, which makes 0.83333 things a month. And I take on average a week to get through a novel--where did all that time go? I'm sure there are more titles (random chick-lit books, trashy novels, Christian books, etc) in between but these are the ones that I can recall right now and they form the bulk of what I can remember, so CRAP I'm dead.
Maybe I could, y'know, somehow translate some math formulas into words and then work with them...
Nah, you're right, that probably won't work.
Y'know what, it's tomorrow already and I've got to wake up at 8 am and rush down to church to file the camp folder. I don't know how I'm going to survive the day, really. I've been sleeping less over the holidays--later and lesser. I'm just glad it's the holidays and I can sleep in.
NUS, lah. NUS.
(p.s. The asterisks indicate the books that are highly recommended by me. You have to read Rebecca, it's a fantastic book.)
jac was here with you
12/02/2005 05:05:00 am