This.

Also, I have been very irritated with my stubble all day. I haven’t shaved for 2 days (somehow), and now it’s really grown a bit and it’s annoying, and I wanna shave it off but I can’t, because then tomorrow morning it would have grown out - too short to shave clean properly, but long enough to look untidy. UGH.

My mouse has gone and died on me, so I’m using the trackpad now. This is gonna take a lot of getting used to.

I seriously can’t wait to finish up my black and white roll and get it all processed. SQUEAL!

Today was mostly perfect, save for that conflict towards the end that was ultimately sorted out. What can I say? I’m only mortal, and I am still learning, but you can pretty damned sure that I’m giving it my best shot.

Breakfasted at Coffee Bean at Guthrie House - な・つ・か・しい～ Khin, when you get back, we must go back there again and eat black pepper chicken legs from Cold Storage. Chere, don’t you just miss their eggs ben? They don’t do it quite the same anywhere else. Was really nice to just reel back, take it easy and read the papers (okay, I lie, I was really just interested in their copy of Harper’s Bazaar).

Stocked up on film, and J and I made grand plans to Hit The Beach. But before that - detour to Parkway Parade. The main point of this paragraph, however, lies not in Parkway but the hawker centre next to it where I found THE. FUCKING. HOLY. GRAIL. OF. ALL. BEEF. NOODLES!

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD - Words do not begin to describe the fucking rush I got when I took my first bite. The taste and consistency of the gravy, the flavour and texture of the beef, noodles, everything was phenomenal. I do not kid in the least when I say that I teared a bit when I tasted the noodles. It was really THAT good, that it blew every other beef noodle stall I’ve sampled thus far away. Hands down. No contest.

Why-oh-why do I live in the west? It appears that all the good food and hapz places are in the east. Sian.

The weather was spectacular; sunny and breezy. We really went trigger happy with the cameras. At some point of time we decided that it was very gross to have our shirts plastered to our skin with sweat, so we took our tops off and walked around topless for most part of our time there, which was liberating (eh shaddup got people check me out one ok). Note to self: bring sunblock next time, and never wear skinnies to the beach again. Ever.

I can’t wait to get this batch of photos out. Most of the shots I took at the beach were on the black and white film I currently have loaded out. I really hope they turn out well and not boring and cliche.

Ok I’m really burnt now and I’m exhausted so I should probably go to bed soon.

I have so much Rage for this…..Piece of Red Tape now you have NO IDEA! (Cannot be anymore specific than this cos v. dangerous to post anti-establishment/gahmen stuff here).

Suffice to say, if anybody has experience with GeBiz, please let me know, I’d appreciate it.

I am very irritated that I haven’t ORD-ed yet. I have a lot of things I need to settle and the last thing I need is funny things happening in that place that need me to go and 收拾残局. Blerg.

In other news - FULL SERIES OF WILL AND GRACE DONE! ALL EIGHT SEASONS! WOOOOOOT!

Hehe, act high class, use French subject title.

Thanks to a post on WDong’s blog, I am currently obsessed with Mori Shinichi’s stuff (and enka, in general); I just realised that they posted a hugeass load of his old records on the Jpopsuki tracker before, but now the torrents have all expired and have no seeds. Sian.

Today I listened to Elephant Kashimashi’s new record (not so new la, came out in January this year) for the first time - FUCKING ACE! I must have looped 「笑顔の未来へ」 about 3 million times, and I am forced to say that their cover of that Yuming song > Ringo’s cover.

Have acquired a v. nice new sky blue shirt from Litmus, which fits me to a tee. Anybody who knows me well enough would know that it is so hard for me to find fitting clothes off the shelf cos my body shape is fucked up. Oh well.

We learned a number of useful phrases in French today, with such class lines as “J’ai perdu mon numero. Je peux avoir le votre!” Obviously only Rachel will get this.

J just acquired not one but TWO film SLRs today. I am incredibly jealous. Today we played around with his Minolta X-700, which is basically a lighter, more plasticky, slightly more high-tech version of my SRT-101. I think I still like the heavy-ass old school feel my SRT gives, but the X-700 gives a very nice and crisp shutter click. Damn sexy.

Ok I am damn beat I’m not sure if I even have the stamina to go watch more Will & Grace. >.<

Every day I just keep thinking of new things to add to my wishlist! As of today:

1. WRATH OF THE LICH KING, THX

2. A nice album (at least A4 sized) with lots and lots of pages for me to put pictures in

And in other news, I FINALLY HAVE AN UNDERSTUDY! Woah I cannot tell you how momentous this is. Unlike my batch, whereby our upperstudies shortlisted us, and interviewed us multiple times over weeks before selecting us, this time we sorta like, picked ours in 1 day, and I spent less than 30mins interviewing the potential candidates. Awesome. Typically, I’d go a little bit berserk about how little time we have and how this is crazy inefficient, etc, but hey, I’m kissing the place goodbye in a couple of weeks (12 working days, baby!) so I really can’t care less!

WOOT!

I have a couple of tiny irritating ulcers on the tip/edges of my tongue. Have spent past hour rubbing salt on them, and they seem to have subsided a bit. I never knew my speech could be impaired by something like this.

Ice-cream tomorrow! =D

1. Injustice - case in point, paternal unit is obv. is buay song with me.

2. Mindless fad-worship

2.1. Subsets of aforementioned^ - E.g. lame tasteless fags who got >20 points for O levels, who attend SIM, who all at once decide to become Facebook fans of Coca Cola, Barack Obama and Dolce & Gabbana - the very same sort of people who dress regularly in NUM gear, dragonboat, and who think they are hot shit*

3. Double standards - (wrt Paternal Unit) There is a major problem when you tell me that you are not picking on me and then go on to tell me that I am or what I have done is just simply wrong.

4. People who cannot make up their fucking minds - and I don’t mean, like, “Where shall we go for lunch”, more like “We’ll see how” wrt whether or not to have sex**, like “Maybe next week” wrt when someone is going to be charged. SRSLY!

5. When somebody sense of humour is not consistent with mine - I -hate- it when somebody gets all dead serious and uptight with me when I am cracking a joke, and when somebody dismissively tells me to “Chill man” when I am talking about something that Clearly is a rather big deal by my standards.

6. Stupidity (duh).

7. The Paternal Unit (in case you haven’t already inferred by yourself)

8. Bad taste

9. Fat people who try to convince the world that skinny is ugly/unhealthy - fuck off and go drown in your bulimic puke, srsly.

The list is actually endless; and clearly, I am in a horribly grouchy mood at the moment and I am ready to bite off the ears of anybody who treads on my toes.

*Conveniently ignoring the fact that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with most of this group of people; this, however, is not mutually exclusive from the resentment I have towards their lack of identity.

**Obv. not with reference to Recent State of Affairs; I mentioned that more as a sort of commentary on how life In General pans out for me, generally. Sex life atm is v. satisfying thanks to somebody thankyouverymuch.

I am fucking STUFFED. Went with family to Copthorne Waterfront for a buffet dinner. The desserts were really sick and it was such a pity that I wasn’t on form, and thusly only had, like, 5 servings of beef. But I still managed to stuff myself to the point of pain/discomfort. HAHA really no self-restraint.

Speaking of which, I am really disgusted by the kind of people we are surrounded by. Observe the following exchange between my mother and random glutton at the buffet:

Chef serves out a new batch of grilled prawns; everybody in front of my mum in the queue takes at least SIX prawns each; finally, guy immediately in front of my mum goes and takes 5 of the remaining 6 prawns.

Glutton: Eh, sorry ah, left one only [/sheepish]

Mother: (classic Bridget-esque eye-rolling with seething irritation) It’s OK, you can have it all.

Glutton: (perks up) Really ah! Ok! -TAKES REMAINING PRAWN-

Mother and I: (THERE ARE NO WORDS)

Caught Cape No. 7 last night on a whim; R and S went off, and J decided to go out with his choir friends post-performance, so suddenly I found myself alone with nothing else to do.

All things considered, it was a beautifully shot film; Jo, I’m sure you will like the aesthetic. I don’t remember 范逸臣 looking so hot before; clearly, short hair suits him better (goodness, he is THIRTY this year leh, omg srsly!). The sound track was also very poppy and crowd-pleasing (makes mental note to acquire it). However, I thought the whole film really suffered from bad editing and far too many “HUH?” moments. A lot of the bits felt very contrived and unnatural, it was almost as if the writer had already decided that he wanted the story to happen in that context, and completely dismissed any consideration of whether the product would be believable.

Ok I realised I missed out a very, very essential item on my wishlist. Teehee so paiseh, keep adding items, BUT:

A FLASH LIGHT FOR MY CAMERA, PLEASE! (and preferably with a cable so I can sync hotshoe flashes with my camera, which uses a coldshoe)

Eh Reeech/Bird, you guys will no doubt appreciate this, and Rich, this, especially. Got Lady Marmalade some more, but I scared if I link, she will become the most-linked singer on my blog, which would be low crass until.

Woah K Box tmr I REALLY cannot wait. Teehee.

ADDENDUM

Very slow, but woah, 30 Rock is DAMN GOOD!

AbFab seriously lives up to its name. The Dawn French cameo in season 1 fucking killed me. Yes, I’m adding the French and Saunders (and AbFab) DVD boxsets to my wish list!! Haha damn buyaolian, I keep adding things; but I can’t help it!

(My 30Rock download is taking Far Too Long)

Anywho; CSCX, please, wishlist also! Actually, I kinda have an idea of what I wanna get you already, but I don’t know what vital possessions (omg sounds so wrong) you currently own so I may end up buying something you already have! So, just to be safe, drop me a message or something with your, uh, you know, equipment status. Tee Hee!

(Yes I have zero creativity and subtlety when it comes to giving presents)

On a rather tangential note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYSURIA CHANG SU-YA!! We promise to go on many outings over the winter break and take pictures of bottles to tag your name on in Facebook. Heh. =D

I. Cannot. Wait. For. December. To. Come.

This has been a very bimbo blog entry I think I shall just end here and go to bed. I was gonna rant about incompetent photoshops (no Rachel, not as tragic as what happened to your shots the last time) but I have decided against it. Till next time!

Christmas is still a good month away, and my birthday is slightly over 2 months away (which, if you think about it, isn’t really all that far away; I mean, 20 was bad enough, now 21, it’s just a long, downward spiral!), but on C’s request, I’ve decided to put up a wish list. Gee I really love doing these.

1. This; I particularly love the penguin and zebra ones. Please, no snarky comments about how potentially unfashionable these can be; my Ringo fanboyness > everything else.

2. Anything from Ben Sherman (I am a size S or smaller, FANGS)

3. This is a bit what but I really quite gian one of the Paul Smith fragrances; I can’t remember which one it was I sampled that day, but the bottle very the colourful one.

4. A polaroid camera (and film to go with it)

5. Lots and lots of rolls of film, colour, b&w, negs, slides, expired, keep ‘em coming! (but pls, if 23821930 people give me a roll of film each I will go and zisha kthx)

6. An external hard disk for my newly acquired, uh, stuff

7. iPod Touch, 32GB, nothing less (this is as expensive as this list will get; be thankful I’m not requesting for, like, Dior Homme or sth)

8. Take me out to dinner at The Line (or equivalent).

9. DVDs of any Francois Ozon film, that is not 8 femmes or Swimming Pool

10. DVDs of any Iwai Shunji film that is not All About Lily Chou-chou, Hana & Alice or Love Letter

11. And just because this is at the end of the list doesn’t mean I want it the least - a great, really fun and hapz day out with all my FIENDS!

ADDENDUM

12. On closer reflection, after I left the house this morning - a suitably roomy but sleek (cannot emphasise this enough) bag for me to put all my barang in (bulky camera, umbrella, books) without me looking like I’m a refugee on the run.