over the weekend i made an important discovery: metallic leggings suck. it all began with urban running this story about how the futuristic look is in and me needing to buy a pair of brown leggings on that same day. the 2 added up, and i decided to buy a pair of brown metallic leggings. also, i was influenced by all the shiny clothes which just seemed to be all the rage at one of my favourite shops, future state. aha, irony is such a bitch.

metallic leggings are shiny and nice to touch, but beware: they do not stretch. and because the idiot in me decided to buy first, try later, i didn't realise this till i was eagerly pulling them on at home. another learning point here would be that clothes which do not stretch should be worn slowly, and with great care. this explains why i heard a series of 'keeeeeeeeack' noises while i was getting myself into one of the worst fashion disasters ever.

next, i realised that shiny, metallic things reflect light and thus actually make you look even fatter than you normally are. when i finally hopped my way to the mirror (remember: the leggings do not stretch) i was truly horrified. now, i get horrified on normal days by reflection, but that day it was like as if i had tree trunks for legs! if you're a stick trying to blend into a forest of big trees, metallic leggings are definitely for you.

if not, may the reasons above convince you to never go near a pair of them, ever.

as walker has aptly pointed out, i was supposed to go for a 3j class party yesterday but instead i pangsei-ed everybody because i couldn't bear to leave the incredibly entertaining house party my parents were hosting for our family friends. indeed. although, i did get to drink like 3 types of wine + champagne AND i drove mark home afterwards without damage to car/person (which is clearly a miracle)... but anyway, I WANTED TO GO, OKAY!
:( people *coughcoughWALKERcoughcough* can be so amazingly petty these days man.

as i was saying, i actually had a house party yesterday, and i always never look forward to house parties because it means i have to clean up my room. and this is 100% guaranteed to never be a pleasant experience. the 1 cool thing of the day was that i eventually found 2 shirts and 1 skirt which had fallen at the back of my drawers. oh, plus i finally got to use my new quilt cover with the pink silk border which totally makes me feel like a princess.

anyway, i was really looking forward to seeing all the 3j girls and i thought i could pass them their christmas cards in person which would have been so much more meaningful, PLUS, i'd get to save on postage. i could, like, donate each of the 24 cents to charity! nevermind, we'll organise lunch/dinner next week so the stamps can still be saved :D heehee, chrees, i have your CHREESmas card! haha =x

i have been busying myself these past 2 weeks with a most important activity: shopping! that's right, i've been making my humble contributions to the singapore economy in the department stores and christmas sales that just seem to be everywhere at the moment.

the exciting thing of last week was checking out vivocity, which is the perfect place for buying clothes and eating food. mark and i were likewise transformed into almost-perfect pigs at food republic, which i somehow think is nicer there than at wisma. maybe it's cos the ice kachang seems bigger! oh and vivo also has a chocolate shop which is incredibly well-hidden in their spanish corner, and i suspect it will become a Favourite Place in time to come. i think the 'hypermarket' is a disappointment though, i mean hello: only 1 aisle for biscuits/cookies?? clearly we are not in business here. otherwise i think the other shops are like a high-class version of far-east, accompanied by similarly high-class prices. the forever21 boutique is HUGE though, plus i got a free pocket mirror with battery-powered diva lights cos i registered on the first day. oh, the perks of shopping adventures!

earlier on, i was shopping mostly for myself due to a bout of selfishness, which i like to think was brought on by the 4-month period of repression which is the vibrant university life of an m1. my 'selfish' theory is very simple really; it's best to develop it during christmas because 1.everyone will be getting presents from everyone else and so they won't miss the absence of yours and 2.nobody will be expecting it and it's always better to strike when you have the element of surprise. contrary to the entire spirit of christmas i know, but sometimes something has just gotta give and you better be glad it's not your sanity. (coincidentally, i find that a very comforting and needless to say, convenient, excuse for most of my shortfalls.)

anyway, i'm sure everyone will be pleased to hear that my christmas cheer has since been revived, and i've discovered that i also acquire some satisfaction in finding the 'perfect' gift for someone other than myself. unbelievable, i know! of course the joy of possession is compromised, but hey, you get to carry it home in a shiny shopping bag and fondle it lovingly while you wrap it up. there is like, a hidden meaningfulness in the whole season of giving. i should be a regular santarina!

all in, i must say that re-acquainting myself with orchard road has been an invigorating exercise, but has come at a price though. so i'm glad i'll be coaching for the next 2 weeks cos that'll cover my losses adequately, i hope. and apart from a very tight left tibialis anterior, my only other gripe is the severe lack of comfort in our public transport system.

in conjunction with that, i have also realised a newfound hatred for short people with fat licey hair (SPWFLH). this is why: the other day i happened to be squashed in the MRT right behind one of aforementioned SPWFLH, and i was cursing everytime the train drew to a halt and inertia sent the woman's thick bush of dry hay right into my face, thereby smothering the living daylights out of me. apart from the obvious hazard of suffocation, i think it's hard to imagine how truly traumatising it is to be caught in such an impossibly unfortunate position. a hairy situation indeed, and a dry smelly one at that. i think women with bushy, invasive hair should at least have the courtesy of conditioning it before forcing it into someone's face. PEOPLE, THIS IS SO UNGLAM! i definitely have a new thing to add to my list of Annoyance Factors.

anyway, i have been thinking about how i can avoid similar situations in future, and i've thought up a number of ways of ensuring you don't have to stand on the mrt. the best option is to beat off old people and pregnant women to get that last empty seat, although ideally you should go for the elderly first because pregnant women can give you dirty looks which are amazingly penetrating and difficult to ignore. i bet it's all the water retention and swollen ankles! but don't worry, they could probably do with the exercise anyway. plus, some other young punk will surely give up their seat soon enough and avert any unpleasant/guilty episodes of them keeling over and fainting. just remember: it need not be you!

merry christmas, everyone :D

the holidays have begun (in earnest) for me! my last paper on friday went horribly- i forgot like 1000 things and got tested on another 1000 which i had no idea about. the only good thing is that i just flipped open netter's and realised that i tikam-ed the correct answer for one of those questions - the small saphenous vein runs lateral to the tendocalcaneo - so clearlee, i rock! haha.

anyway i have quickly gone from like not watching a single movie in the past 2 months to having watched 2 movies in 2 days! the first was casino royale, which as mark says was very bang for the buck, because there was so much action in so little time. i have only ever watched one other bond film (yes, i need to be Educated) and that was die another day, so pierce brosnan is the only bond i can compare daniel craig to. i think the disparity looks-wise is obvious cos i mean HELLO WHAT WERE THEY THINKING??? but i admit i'd have a hard time envisioning pierce brosnan doing a lot of the highly physical stunts in the show, and watching ancient reruns of remington steel on channel 5 certainly hasn't helped change that impression of him. also, i predict the torture scene would have been radically different if it was pierce instead of daniel, because we all now know that daniel's looks certainly improve exponentially when he's in a dark chamber with no clothes. oops, that did not just come from me :D

as for the holiday, i thought it was a little draggy. the whole depressed-single-finding-love-on-christmas thing is just so overused these days that holiday movies have become really predictable, and are no point watching unless they can be rescued somewhat by a great cast and good comedy. and basically this one just had a lot of sex. i find it hard to believe that you can decide that someone is your soulmate after spending less than 2 weeks with the person, especially if the only knowledge you are acquiring during the majority of the time is carnal. also, while i find his english accent highly attractive, i did not know that jude law had such a hairy chest!

more later!