the past two days have been really fun!

today mark took me to his fave jap restaurant for ala carte buffet. it's like this little place tucked away in a quiet street in novena, but for all its quaintness the food is seriously amazing! i don't come close to rivalling mark's ability to eat, but i think between the two of us we did quite a good job today. we had like [a few plates of] sashimi, fried mackerel, salmon, tempura, unagi handroll, jellyfish and ohoh some orgasmic oysters. i pretty much liked everything, except that it was too bad i had the oysters right at the end when there was almost absolutely no further space in my stomach because i could definitely have done well with a few more :( after i had eaten my fill of sashimi i sat back and watched as mark put away plate after plate and was quite speechless. by then i was almost dying and needing to massage my tummy, so i have no idea how he managed to keep going while the waitresses shot him death looks; maybe boys have like an extra stomach cavity or something.

after struggling to move to the mrt and get to bishan, we managed to catch lake house. i think the plot is really complex and abit confusing and absurd at times, but the cinematography is quite gorgeous. although what i didn't like was how sandra bullock was a middle-aged struggling doctor working overtime in hospitals, and hence desperate and deprived of a lovelife. this certainly is not a good sign, especially not less than a week before i sign the bond which will resign me to the same fate. i'm screwed :( anyway, i felt that the story only fell into place better at the end, where there was a slight you've-got-mail moment for keanu and sandra. i still think meg ryan and tom hanks are the best screen couple and i still love you've got mail, but mark thinks that lake house is a very artfully done movie. so i guess for a guy to approve a romantic movie, it can't be all that bad ;)

oh and yesterday we had class reunion at this cool new place called new york new york at citylink, where everything is yummy, including the menu. i was kinda shocked at how some of us have changed, like francine who made us go like w-o-w with her skimpy little thing and debs who looks really really spunky now. luckily there were also those who haven't changed all that much, like me and maybe carol and nick and perhaps phuing though i didn't get much of a chance to talk to them so we can't be sure. also, we discovered that those of us doing uni locally are in the minority, so me mandy aud and mitch had a bit of an inferiority complex moment there and for a few minutes we sat around and felt sorry for ourselves. this was particularly when we realised that unlike the rest of our classmates, we would be having next to NO EYECANDY throughout the most important years of our lives, which is the part that really sucks. then, mandy ordered this ham and mushroom pasta thing, but when it came she only found one squashed little mushroom in it, and made them change it twice till there were more mushrooms. it was quite amusing, haha. oh and jinin popped up out of nowhere which was unexpected cos no one really knew she was back in singapore!

i really wanted to stay longer at dinner but i was quite tired cos i'd been out since the morning and was feeling all gross and needingtogohome. my parents made me see this cardiologist because my fingernails turn purplish at the bottom and they were afraid that it might mean that i have a hole in my heart or some other ailment which would make me die suddenly. luckily, my heart is perfectly functional and my only problem is that i have low blood pressure. i suppose knowing that i'm not going to drop dead so soon comes as quite a relief to me, especially since we all know what a hypochondriac i am. i live in constant fear that i might die of a heart attack or stroke or worse, become paralysed or mentally retarded. i am such a horrible person, i know. anyway my low blood pressure explains how i manage to channel such zen-ness in the face of immense irritation or duress. all i need to do now is drink more water and eat more salt, which i perceive shouldn't be a problem at all. the other thing i learnt is that paranoia is definitely an inheritable trait, so it's not my fault that i am the OCD freak that i am today.

so, on the whole it's all good :)

a really cool thing just happened to me! my mom has been asking me to give her the stack of stuff that came in the NUS admission package for the past few days, and i've been saying don't worry i have all the papers they'll be there when we need them. except, of course, that i'd lost the original letters of offer and some other important documents but i've just been too lazy to search for them. and then, just 1 minute ago, i turned around and saw the whole stack lying on top of the plastic storage crate behind me! talk about miracles. i don't think i've ever had a stroke of luck quite as lucky and undeserving as this one :p

on saturday i caught pirates and i must say that it's really johnny depp and orlando bloom who save the movie. of course, i have always been a depp fan because i love everything about him, except maybe his apparent lack of photogenic-ness at times. orlando, however, has been more of a questionable character, especially since we all know him as the legolas in tights who will forever be overshadowed by aragorn in the masculinity department. so, the good news here is that he gets to do more actual sword fighting, AND he gets to wear a leather coat. i've discovered that i have a weakness for men in leather coats- orlando in pirates, brad pitt at the ocean's 12 premiere, and of course aragorn in LOTR. my favourite scene in the entire trilogy is the one where aragorn bursts through the doors at Helm's Deep with his sexy i'mtheman swagger! it just oozes mojo, i swear. the best thing is that i have the series on DVD so i can keep rewinding it and watching that scene over and over again, haha. all boys should be educated on how to walk the aragorn walk!

so, apart from gushing like a hopeless fangirl, the rest of the week has been quite slack. my sunburn has progressed from painful to itchy like hell, and it looks as if someone put my arm in an oven and baked it. i have like the ugliest tan line ever, but the good thing is that if i have a tan line it means i have a tan! now i am determined to go swimming regularly in order to maintain this healthy glow. i went gymming yesterday by myself but thanks to parental paranoia about suspicious figures in the neighbourhood, plans to run outdoors were thwarted. then when i got to the pool i was feeling just a tad too lazy and too unsporty to slip in for a quick dip. looks like this is going to take more willpower than i might be able to muster up...

anyway, i'm in a sianified mood right now cos i'm still waiting for driving test dates to become available quickly so that i can take the bloody test already and get my license. plus, me and walker have confirmed that boys have the same modus operandi when they're multitasking ie talking to girlfriends and gaming. the same lengths of silence, intermitten grunts, and the occassional vague comment to throw us off from the fact that they're not really paying attention. maybe i should take up some nerdy hobby like playing a harp or something, and then become addicted to practicing it 24/7 and see how that's like. HMM!

the past week has been quite an interesting one!

i just got back from medicamp today, and the big news is that i'm sunburnt. i am in quite a bit of pain but this is okay because we all know vanity comes with a price. my shoulders are like bright red and on fire along the line where my tank top ended, which i discovered when i tried to carry my camp bag this morning and felt my arm almost falling off from my body. this is definitely a new experience for me. never before have i been sun burnt like this, especially since most of the time i emerge from unsuccessful tanning trips like 500 times redder, only to return to my natural ghostly complexion within 24 hours. this could also possibly be because i always come up with excuses to get out of the sun, like how it's too hot outside and i don't want to die of heat exhaustion, or worse, kill off what remaining braincells i have. i am actually quite curious to see what becomes of this sun burn, but preliminary comments indicate that i am indeed darker than i was to begin with, which means there must be a noticeable difference. then again, these came from biased sources like my parents and mark, so i still can't be sure that i'm not just imagining that i'm tanned. as you can see, years of pastyness has created a little paranoia in me.

apart from the painful burn, the rest of camp was as retarded as the name 'medicamp'. there were a lot of games that involved rolling about in shit like detergent and muddy water and watermelon pulp, but the good thing is that thanks to crawling about in shokubutsu concentrate, i now have extremely smooth legs. ha ha ha. then there were water games like captain's ball where the guys had to carry the girls on their shoulders, which meant that effectively only the girls were doing the scoring and defending. games like that emphasised how girls really lack the competitive spirit that guys have, and i have to say it really irritates me sometimes how weak most girls act when it comes to playing with guys. i think that when you play, you should always play hard, and if you're playing against guys who are stronger than you, then you should play harder still. i hate it when people don't pull their own weight and expect others to do all the work, or they don't want to get dirty or tackle guys. then again i suppose it's unladylike, but i learnt to play rough from primary school when mandy used to scream vulgarities if anybody didn't play like mad during captain's ball or whatever it was we were involved with.

it was quite a coincidence that mandy happened to be in my OG this time then, together with another jc classmate ying liang, so it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar group for me. even my OGLs were gym seniors from rj, which i was initially less than thrilled about but they turned out much nicer than i thought i remembered them to be, so that was cool. this goes to show that you should never jump to make judgements about people, but of course being the horrible person that i am i tend to immediately classify people into 'bitch/non bitch' groups from first impressions, and end up feeling guilty about having had such mental prejudices once i get to know the nice ones better. as for the less nice ones, i feel no guilt having classified them as such, and subsequently dont regret not wasting my time investing in such superficial relationships. yes i am judgemental, but at least i am not insincere. i believe it's better to have a few quality friends than a large quantity of acquaintances. this might have something to do with why i am such a social retard at times, but then again i think it's better awkward than fake.

anyway last night we barely slept after spending the night walking around the beach and the resort and playing stupid camp games. also, i almost singlehandedly finished an entire party box of chips ahoy, and as a result spent most of the morning croaking away and feeling extremely sick and bloated. i never thought it was possible to have too much chocolate chip cookies, but i guess it is! at least this helped me humour ying liang while he was delivering his speeches about why officers aren't the only people on the planet who are fit to be boyfriends, although i must say it was quite interesting watching ying liang let loose his inner bitch. to be fair i think he is definitely a nice, sincere guy plus a great cook, but i guess it would have been better if he hadn't nearly drowned me a few times during captain's ball. the rest of my og appear to be rather civil people on the whole too, and i think i might be on the start of making meaningful friendships with a few of them, so it's all good.

other than camp news now: we had class outing last saturday at clarke quay! it was good to see the girls and darryl and paul and josie again, especially after the realisation that i'll soon be in a new class in a new school was beginning to sink in. after dinner we took a walk along the river and mark and i sat down and chatted with josie and yakky, and it was kinda cool thinking about how we never thought we'd be there together a year ago.

oh and i discovered quite a few people failed driving on their first tries too, including one of my OGLs who got 44 demerit points on his test. so don't worry nic, you're not alone! in fact so far i think the only person in our class to pass is mj, who took his test the same day as me, but unlike me i bet he got a nice tester and test route. oh well, better luck next time!

so, another week has passed, which means i am another week closer to The Start Of School. this bodes poorly for my unused, ageing brain. yesterday my dad asked me what potassium chromate was used for, and i struggled to squeeze out the formula of K2Cr2O7, only to realise that it was actually the formula for dichromate and that i didn't know the real formula for chromate. this means that i have forgotten everything i knew about chem, and possibly physics and bio too, which we will discover once school starts and everything is alien to me.

the majority of the week was spent getting over italy. of course i was shocked by the zidane send-off, but when i watched the replay i understood exactly why he was so pissed. materazzi nipple-crippled him! i have no idea why the media isn't blasting this especially when it is obvious that no sane french captain would get himself red carded over a -comment- from a filthy italian. besides, what i want to know is did materazzi speak in french or does zidane understand italian? clearly something is fishy here. anyway this only proves that the italians are exactly the obnoxious dirty players we all assumed them to be, and, with the exception of cannavaro whose muscles you rarely find on footballers, they are all helluva ugly too. i guess the other consolation for france is that zidane did give quite a headbutt, so if the materazzi molest left us questioning any of his man-ness, the headbutt did away with all thoughts to the contrary.

the other big thing i've been up to is clearing up the balcony, after succombing to overpowering parental nagging. the good thing is that i now have a space to study, so that if and when the smart gene kicks in, at least i'll have all my equipment fired up and ready to go. i even went to ikea on thursday to get these cute little white storage crate thingies, which come with wheels at the bottom so that i can pull them to me and access my books and stuff without my butt even having to leave its seat. this is extremely important because i am truly lazy and my spurts of productivity are rare and short-lived.

to be fair though, the week hasn't been all work and no play, and i have actually been quite happy despite some heartbreaking football. mark pointed out that my last post sounded too depressed and have i forgotten all about his wonderful company during the week? haha, oops :D anyway, the more active days were thanks to gymming with him and jogging with aud and, and, possibly i have even gotten a shade darker from the sun... amazing!

lastly- pimples have invaded my face! i have to do something about it, though i'm not sure what. it is time for some yoga and meditation now while i try to find the answer to all of life's problems. goodnight!

this has been a sad week for me :(

firstly, germany lost the semis. and the worst part is that they were almost almost into penalties but italy came from behind and snuck two on them in the last TWO MINUTES of extra time. the first goal broke my heart; the second just pissed me off. FUCK ITALY! i hope a plane flies into del piero's face and smashes it.

the second thing is that i failed my driving test yesterday. i expected this but nonetheless it was unfair because my tester had a moustache and as we all know i am scared of men with moustaches and was hence unable to function properly. apart from that, i guess it was partly my fault when i made the car roll down the hill cos i was half-assed about releasing the clutch after the handbrake. then i panicked and let go completely, which caused the friggin car to stall right in the middle of the bloody hill. at which point, i knew it was a lost cause. anyway after that incident i was kinda shaky but luckily i managed to get through the rest... that is, until i got to this junction which said "turn left on red". so since it was red, i did just that and turned left. how was i supposed to know to stop before the line and check first before turning??? it was clear anyway and i was in gear 4! road rules are so anal :(

anyway, given the horribleness of the week, the only good things were the zara and mango sales. i am in desperate need of retail therapy now! after all, shopping is a proven cure for most ailments ranging from gastric to mild fevers. for me at least :D on monday i met walker for a girls day out and we were quite productive (as always) so i'm feeling even more sad now that she's leaving for england tomorrow :( who will dispense invaluable relationship advice to me now? and who will i scheme and strategise with? sigh. it sucks that she has to leave but i will have to focus on the task she has entrusted me: Keeping An Eye On The Boyfriend. heehee ;)

sigh. yesterday england's loss during penalties was heartbreaking especially since they played close to half a match with 10 men after rooney got sent off. and then of course there was beckham's injury which made him get subbed out early in what might be his last world cup match ever. :( :( :( anyway, it is hard to believe how ricardo managed to block THREE penalties, never mind that 2 of them were from lampard and gerrard. i mean WTF?! sigh.

as for today i spent most of it baking in the sun in sentosa, though as usual i have nothing to show for it. attempted to play ultimate frisbee but the wind got in the way :p ah well, at least it was a fairly active day in comparison to the usual sunday afternoon couch potato regime, haha.

GERMANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yay i'm so happy! teehee for a second i thoght borowski was really going to miss the penalty but guess what he didnt and oh LEHMANN IS A GOD and also BALLACK YOU ARE MY HERO! teehee yay yay yay take that you fat snobby dirty argentinians!