-- whew that was an unexpectedly long sentence--
anyway. what turned out as a starbucks date evolved into a mad traipse about singapore after we dropped jia ni off for the night. we stopped at the newly refurbished dhs to check out what it looked like, wandered to shenton way and then china town and then clarke quay and then the padang and then bugis (would i QUIT with the wrong turns already hahaha sorry xf!!) before winding up about two streets away from our original starbucks sojourn. finding nothing to entertain us at kallang airport, we headed to the eerily crowded kallang macdonalds and debated what to consume after a hair-raising parking encounter which left me resolved to get tinted windscreens or a burqa so that no one would ever see my face out on the streets, ever, and xf in fits of hysterics at my utter ineptitude to park. she went for the healthy choice of crunchy cup corn untainted by partially hydrogenated vegetable fat (whipped margarine) while i, having had my nerves completely frazzled, gave in to temptation and got a hot fudge sundae.
NOT healthy.
of course after we were done and i dropped her off the roads then proceeded to be very very blocked with all manner of road blocks.bloody stanchart. i wound up circling like a hawk and contemplating whether to go through a geylang which would be undoubtedly congested or to take my chances trying to get to a highway i recognised after the myriad wrong turns i took. bleh. and OF COURSE the moment xf got off my car and i was alone it started raining. hahah.
but i got to the pie at long long last. and i swear, xf, i was DEFINITELY not a dangerous driver then. hahaha. i tell you it's the stress of having to not kill the persons in my vehicle that freaks me out and makes me that uber slow and pathetic-takes-300-m-to-change-a-lane idiot.
but i love night drives! so few cars are out on the roads that you can easily match the speed of the insane transcabs about you without worrying that you're going to get fined or smth.
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anyway, my point was that apart from tonight i've been more or less holed up in my house reading till 5 or 6 or 9am in the morning every day. since tuesday, i've gotten through phyllis reynold taylor's almost alice, naomi ragen (?)'s the covenant, halfway through yet another tom holt that i'm just going to give up on out of sheer unadulterated boredom, christopher pike's remember me (hahaha i needed brainless stuff), rachel caine's heat stroke (damn that was good) and another one called "the next thing on my list". am now currently on kite runner (FINALLY) and time traveler's wife. so many things i wanted to write about as a result of all the epiphanies from the books!
From Jill Smolinski's The Next Thing on My List:
This is Marissa Jones' list of 20 Things to Do by My 25th Birthday:
1. Lose 100 pounds
2. kiss a stranger
3. change someone's life
4. wear sexy shoes
5. run a 5k
6. dare to go braless
7. make buddy fitch pay
8. be the hottest girl at oasis
9. get on tv
10. ride in a helicopter
11. pitch an idea at work
12. try boogie boarding
13. eat ice cream in public
14. go on a blind date
15. take mom and grandma to see wayne newton
16. get a massage
17. throw away my bathroom scale
18. watch a sunrise
19. show my brother how grateful i am for him
20. make a donation to charity.
so i thought i wanted to make a list too, although those are usually reserved for like new year resolutions and stuff. but hey-- i might as well get a start, r i'll forget half of them:
things to do by my... uh... 22nd birthday?
1. run a marathon
2. run a half-marathon
3. run two 10 Ks, UNDER 1 hour
4. learn to knit
5. play the guzheng
6. swim
7. cycle
8. dance
9. be thankful for my friends
10. be decent to my family
11. wear SENSIBLE-- not sexy-- shoes to places like, i don't know, school. *glares at shoe cupboard full of incriminating evidence and things like bronze furry three inch boots worn a grand total of three times and silky killer red stilettos, brand new and still wrapped)
and etc. but i'm sure stuff will come in later, this is just the start.
i only hope i don't get squashed under a car the way marissa jones did.
But really, that book was gooood. for a while i lived the life of a woman who dared to step out and be different and abandon her comfort zone for a whole new zone of embarrassment and horrifying situations that of course came with their own utterly satisfying rewards. :)
i really want to learn how to knit. hoho. and possibly-- uh-- cook. hee.
from phyllis reynolds naylor's almost alice:
i adore the way this book is bound. it's got the same vibe as its main character and the promise of the story within its covers-- plain-jane sweetness and simplicity that doesn't, even in the midst of its practical, unadorned nature, fail to warm the reader's heart or at least allow her-- me-- to identify with it. after reading it-- there were no highs, not many lows-- but it resonated, quietly, undramatically. it was a book about friendship and how friendships are built on the simplest of things, and all i can say is that it reminded me to be truly grateful for the friends i have. so, to ni, ning, xf, abby-- babes, you've ALWAYS been there for me. not exploding when i storm off in the middle of the night (er-- i tried to pin it down to one time, but ah ha ehhhh mos wasn't the only time SHEEEET. haha. there's still marina square-- my ULTRA DRAMA MOMENT when i tried to throw pictures in the water and made you hang around outside the toilet while i barricaded myself in and refused to talk)-- and tampines mall and sleepover nonsense and school and AHHHHH. oh my god. i don't see how you girls put up with me because if i were you i think i sure as heck wouldn't take my nonsense i'd throw myself away la. you've
accompanied me on night time runs that resulted in nasty scrapes and bad ankles, hopeless blading attempts,
fruitless shopping trips,
attending suspicious dance classes,
going to wakes of friends far too young to say goodbye to,
dealt with my suspicious messages during exams,
listened to me emo till 4 in the morning (this goes out to all of you man. haha. esp those sleepovers. and also ni!!! that insane phone call when i all did was whine! or in ning's case 5 plus 6 on chinese new year eve)
squished with me through insane crowds trying to cop a feel or a steal(!!!) on new year's eve (er heehee i guess the punching and kicking was kind of fun in a scary painful way)
rescued me from random strangers in dubious clubs (wah jia ni THANKS MAN i really really owe you one)
rescued me from random waiters in dubious coffee houses (haha ning this one goes to you)
supported me for all sorts of weird things-- SISTER LIGHT SISTER DARK. wth. hhaha. RESONANCE OF A THOUSAND STRINGS i cna't believe you kept the tickets. SHUT UP AND DANCE hahaha where a random suspicious person popped into your pics! eh and abby haha you even brought your significant other to support. wth chubby cheeks HAHA)
ran away from scary muttering people in the night
walked home from dunman
not laughed-- too hard-- at my dress sense. EH. i've improved la at least i no longer show up in too flashy ensembles heeheehee
in fact, went along with my crazy outfit ideas-- dress day, scarf day, whatever. haha seaweed!
complain about random boyfriends together and scheme to matchmake new ones HEEHEEHEE
put up with my tarot readings HAHA
ATTENDED RANDOM TALKS IN BOTANICS hahahah "pretend you're a tree"!!!!
and, most recently, taken rides in my cars and valiantly not puking or screaming or laughing. too much. bleh
i swear, i'm a bad influence on you girls. haha. if i never show or if i don;t ever say it or even when i say the complete opposite-- i'm DAMN DAMN DAMN grateful to have you girls around. you totally keep me sane and seriously who else would put up with this much rubbish.
i LOVE you girls. :):):)
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dragged out the heirloom from its smelly green coffin the other day to attempt to play it and halfway through some song or another as i pressed down on one string it snapped. i was lucky it didn't put out my eye or smth. bleh. and i managed to lose all my nails so now i have to play with my fingers.
i swear my teacher had to be one of the only ones who actually made his students cut up guitar picks for thumb-nails. the only good thing is that they're easier to find. and a damn sight cheaper than the tortoise shell ones for the rest of the fingers.
alright too long post. back to kite runner!
one last thing-- this is for nette. it came from one of the books i read the past days but for the life of me i can't rmb which it is:
"i don't go around talking about how much i want to sleep with orlando bloom but the day that he shows up on my door step asking me to rub lotion on his back my answer will be hell YES."
congenere