Whenever I make myself concentrate on getting something done, it's usually a failure. It happens whenever I go shopping with something particular in my mind, or I sit dow to study with some goals in mind to complete, or maybe when I feel like blogging and opened the posting page, more often than not I'll find myself staring at the posting box and feeling linguistically constipated.

Now, this spreads to refurbishing my blog.
I opened my blog this morning and I thought, well, as with the passing of an old year and the arrival of a new one, why don't I just give my blog a new makeover? So that marked my quest in finding THE template - the horrible task of choosing THE ONE and the repeated procedure of previewing and eliminating skins after skins. Call me choosey, but none seem to satisfy my appetite for an interesting, eye-pleasing, captivating layout for my blog. Mind you, it's MOI blog we are talking about. I can't grab just any piece off the site and put it in, right? Because it's got to be ME, ME, and it's got to be very MOI.

Then, I thought, why torture myself by eyeing on a skin, opening it, just to think, 'No it isn't gonna make it. Doesn't fit', and eliminating it, and make my quest in renovating my blog seemingly endless and futile? As a matter of fact I could just choose one off the Skins of the Day and pluck it in, because since they are featured on SOTD they won't suck much. Yeah, well theoretically it's sound, but since I'm such a narcisst I will squirm everytime I open my blog if it's of mediocre looks.

All of these, put me back to square one. And yes, I'm still in the search for the ONE skin I fancy.

And then, when I was just about to desert the idea of having a new house for my blog, I came across this one. It's not aesthetically appealling, not is it so attention grabbing, but somehow it came across just fine. I mean, it certainly isn't the best yet, but I can put up with it. So, I stripped it off the site and pasted it on.

Refurbishing my blog isn't any easy task. In fact, it's painstaking. I have to comprehend every number and html there are all over again, before making changes to suit my likings. Since computer and me are never meant to be with each other (despite how much I proclaim I can't live without it), html being computer languages, of course came across as those encrypted codes.

Since alot of sweat was shed in constructing this new layout for a whole new year, I would strongly suggest you don't complain about the narcissism hidden everywhere in this place. Because it's ME, haha!

This is the last day of 2007. What can I do to make it a day not wasted?

It hurts to see another person's life reality being played on stage before me, like a theatrical play. And it hurts more to know that she has turned a brat, a monster, from such a sweet and adorable little girl she used to be.

Or maybe, I'm just boastful. Maybe I didn't know her well when I was little. But I do have some faint memory of what she used to be, and to be told a story as awful as this, it shatters every image of the child she used to portray.

It is hard to bring up a child. Even harder to be a mother to a child you never gave birth to. A child given to you when she was nine, whose birth mother left in pursuit of greater material wealth. And sixteen years it has been, with that little girl in your house, under your care.

Until one day, they say, love changes someone. And so it did. Ever since the little girl got big and got a boyfriend, she morphed into another creature. Hideous, none more apt to describe, for hideous wasn't her face but her character. Beneath that adorable face lies a serpent - cold blooded creature, with no sense of gratitude whatsoever.

And so she is - a serpent. For sixteen years she was showered unconditional love, even after the death of her father, the old lady was the one with her through her adolescent years. Imagine what that old lady had to go through, when all she heard was yelling from the other side of the phone "I say not going back means not going back! Who are you to care you're not even my mom!". Mind you, it's freaking 3am.

May I not see that brat every again, because when I do, I'll be sure to give her a piece of my mind in the harsh way. And may her marriage... well, it's always not good to curse, so I shall save it.

Tis the time of the year again, where it's neither the beginning yet, nor the end. Christmas, we celebrate with so much grandeur, that it's seemingly the end of one full year. New Year, we wait with so much anticipation, that it's arrival is no doubt the start of another new year, as it's name implies. Yet now, I seem to be living in a period of transition, with no name appropriate enough to name it. Some space in time.

Believe it or not, I managed to drag my ass off that comfortable bed of mine as early as 0817hr this morning to get ready for a 'shopping' experience with my family. Although I ought to admit, my first alarm went off at 0740hr, and the same alarm tone sounded every five minutes since then, that by 0815hr I was extremely irritated so I sprang up and out of the bed.

I'm very proud of my driving skills because I got everybody right to our 'shopping' destination without any... well, wrong turns. Except the fact that I parked my car at some seemingly secluded, ulu and far place. But still, it's within walking distance so it's not exactly THAT far.

Wanna give a smart guess where we shopped today? It's nt any of those usual shopping malls you go to. This one is cheaper(yeah things ARE really cheap inside), BIGger(it's quite big considering how much were actually there), HOTter(yeah, it's hot). This 'shopping' experience reminded me of the days when I was little. As I grow I got so preoccupied with things that I never set foot on this.. err.. shopping mall. Now that I have virtually nothing to do, well, a little traditional shopping is fun too.

In case you still have no idea what I'm rambling about, alright, spare you of the torture. This little shopping experience of mine is what your moms or grandmothers do every other day - the ah-ma style traditional shopping aka going to the market.

The market we went to was known for being cheap. The vege you find there are one of the cheapest in their respective markets (of markets), and not to mention, fresh too. The same goes to meat and marine catches. So we got some prawns (though I've got to admit they aren't exactly very cheap), some fish, char siew, some different sorts of vege, and and and, TOFU!

Now that's the little traditional shopping experience of mine today.

And I seriously love driving. When I'm on the driver's seat, my mind is momentarily void of concerns (although it can be counter-argued as I'm constantly deciding which turn to take and road to turn into, because I'm a reknowned direction idiot, thank you) so it proves to be a very good treatment to restore my mental balance.

OK, it doesn't mean I'm mentally imbalance right now.

Read about this in Life section of a local chinese paper - men are but butterflies, and women, flowers. So the brighter the flowers or the prettier the flowers, the more butterflies there will be. That's an analogy to illustrate how much a lie it is when a guys claim that looks aren't important, and how we shouldn't believe them when they say so.

The convo last night was resounding in my mind as I crept to bed.

You know very well what I think. Don't doubt it.

That's what I need. So for the time being, I'll just be contented with what I think the Pig thinks. Hopefully so.

Alright, back to the usual Ivy type of entry now. The day after Christmas(aka today) is named BOXING Day. Which amuses me deeply. Why do they name it as such? Was it because traditionally there's a boxing match held the day after we celebrate the birth of Jesus? Or, another interesting postulation (though highly unjustifiable) of mine, that some people got so broke after spending fortunes on celebrating their Christmas, that they began to rob or steal the day after, and then people caught them and boxed them which snowballed into massive street fight because many people participated in it, and that's why it's called 'Boxing' Day?

This is really a lame, and pointless postulation.
Also a reflection of how bored I am, sitting in the house with everyone else, but nobody have any suggestion on what we can do to kill time.

So in the end, we let procrastination steal time away.

Everytime I get upset, it's always for stupid and unreasonable reasons. Truly enough, they always prove to be stupid. I can't understand and stand myself at times. Oh why am I such an imbecile, just to realize my stupidity hours later?

And to think I get upset, only to realize it was such a waste of time hours later.

This Christmas has been awkwardly quiet for me.
Waiting, pausing, and back to waiting. What's the point? What are we going to prove actually?

Distance is an issue. Indeed. Because it makes feelings grow.
I'm beginning to miss those times where we're just a phone call away. I mean, a phone call and the next hour we are in Orchard Road or Esplanade. Now, to even get to our midpoint takes two hours by car.

There, Blue Christmas for me tonight.

I'll have a blue, blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green christmas tree
Won't be the same dear, if youre not here with me

And when those blue snowflakes start falling
Thats when those blue memories start calling
You'll be doin all right, with your christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue christmas

Indeed.

Nonetheless, may everyone who stopped by this page have a merry, merry little christmas.

It is 23rd Dec today, the day I just come back from my short, short Southern region trip. Although personally, I don't find it short at all.

Five days in total, that's how long I've been away.

In a nutshell, our trip was made up of exploration, navigation, and squeezing inside a Toyota Vios. Six people alright, and Vios ain't that humougous - at least not as spacious as the Hilux. And to make the discomfort continuous, I was all the while the passenger - rear passenger, constantly being squashed up against the door (thank god it's always shut). Because we didn't manage to get the 'P' stickers in time, so I, being just a 'P' driver, cannot lay hands on that stering at all. So there I was, sitting with two eleven year olds and a sixteen year old, at the back of the car.

So basically we spent a night at PJ with a little excursion and adventure at the Curve and its Xmas decoration. The next day we found ourselves cruising on the North-South Highway heading towards Port Dickson, and later that day we ended up in the Portuguese Settlement after a laborious drive from PD and rounds of stopping over to ask for directions. In the end, I have to admit it was worthwhile, because the houses were so fancifully decorated that you'd think you entered the Christmas wonderland you've always fantasized about. Good lord, and there was this guy who dressed as Santa and acted like he's just another Santa statue. So when the kids went to take a photo with him, he suddenly jumped around. I must say, it was a chain reaction because the rest of us jumped too.

After that it was basically going round Malacca town. Unless you're really into history and culture, that place is but confusing roads and, most importantly, never ceasing traffic. The next two days was in different parts of Selangor, before we boarded the bus (which we were late for thirty minutes! All thanks to the massive traffic flow in KL) and headed back home.

And so I am now, here, recounting my story of my disappearance to you.

As you may know, I'm not exactly a religious person. So I pick up teachings from various religions to guide me and serve as my moral compass, without committing fully to that religion itself (which I am a little guilty to admit). Yet today, in a Christian gathering to celebrate Christmas, they thought me something meaningful. With that, I begin to see some issues which bugged me for quite some time, which tied my pumping heart down like a rock would, in a different light. Under this perspective, it's as if I've found a pair of scissors and cut that binding rope, and my heart is pumping lively again.

The weight has been lifted, and somehow I know I won't be tied down the same was as I did again.

I found joy. Could it be the work of, like they say, God? Whichever way you say it, I'm grateful that at this special occasion, I was shown enlightenment. Whicnever religion you are from, I'm sure there are similar teachings - just, presented in different ways.

There's this complicated thing inside me, but it doesn't go away in spite of my continuous playing - furiously - of the piano. Songs, one after another, which were meant to drive those complicated thoughts away with their fortissimo and accelerando and Chopin's frequent rit. I thought, by concentrating on performing these musical instructions, I can gradually erase those complicated thoughts.

Seems like once again, music doesn't work as how I want it to.

It's something intangible, so intangible that I can't put it to words and describe it. Not even metaphorically. It's like a, like a stone or something, sitting on top of my little pumping heart, making its job even tougher.

Hmm, perhaps it has got some faint connection with all that's happening around me now. But I believe I can choose to not think about it.

Yes, Ivy you can do it. Just do what you always do best - psycho.

A wise man once said, "happiness shared is happiness doubled, burden shared is burden halved". I wish.

Home is where harmony reverberates. Home is where laughter rings. Home, is where I can seek solace from.

I am but now sitting inside a shell, made of bricks and glass, and no more. I'm surrounded by familiar faces, yet forming no connection at all. Where are the jokes that used to fill this place? Where is the warmth so native of a place called 'home'?

Is this home now I wonder.

No. I'm with people who walk, think, and do things their own way, without any form of inter-communication. It's like a little community comprised of individuals. Like that, only. It's like an empty shell, where silence is deafening. There are people around, but you don't feel their warmth.

This is ice age I'm living in. I'm confined in this igloo. Great. Nobody is willing to the the icebreaker and break that piece of tonne-weighted ice block that separates everybody. Ah, ice age, people.

Come on, what's the karma now? What's such a big deal?

Perhaps I'm having too high an expectation. Somehow at the back of my mind I hope to see some familiar name on my phone display - a sign that he's concerned, or whatever that might be. But no. None at all. Is it so difficult to have thought of me, before I make my presence, well, known to you? Why must it look like I'm some attention grabbing bimbo with little or no self worth at all?

What is happening to me, what is going on around me!

What's this, people who call themselves my family, my boyfriend, blablabla.

"There was a time I packed my dreams away
Living in a shell, hiding from myself

There was a time when I was so afraid
I thought I’d reached the end
Baby that was then
But I am made of more than my yesterdays

This is my now, and I am breathing in the moment
As I look around
I can’t believe the love I see
My fears behind me, gone are the shadows and doubts
That was then, this is my now.

Had to decide was I gonna play it safe
Or look somewhere deep inside
and try to turn the tide
Find the strength to take that step of faith

And I have the courage like never before, yeah
I’ve settled for less but ready for more
Ready for more

This is my now, and I am breathing in the moment
As I look around
I can’t believe the love I see
My fears behind me, gone are the shadows and doubts
That was then, this is my now.

Had to decide was I gonna play it safe
Or look somewhere deep inside
and try to turn the tide
Find the strength to take that step of faith"
-"This is My Now", Joardin Sparks.

For once, I thought, I could sing this song out loud. But I don't know if I could say that this is really MY NOW. Perhaps I should just turn a blind eye.

I think, the baidu bug which infected Whyqueen's baidu has infected mine too! Now I could not search ANYTHING on baidu using my lappie!

Anyway, I opened a rather inspiring email today. It's about the biggest paradox of our times. Guiltily speaking, I admit to what the email says. I bought much more, and may just have enjoyed less. Strictly speaking, material wealth may have expanded, but emotional well-being might have shrunk just as well. That piece of inspiring writing really left me pondering, because it was about issues I already know yet barely thought about.

So, as I was way too enchanted by Enchanted I shall just let you have a glimpse at the pictures we took with the castle and the carriage.


That's the castle, and


that's the carriage.

Oh I just wished I was Cinderella and hop on that magical carriage to meet my Prince Charming, and have the waltz of the century on my glass shoes. Alright, I'm really dreaming and I can already sense your -.- stares.

On a totally unrelated matter, I think I suck as a driver. Seriously, when I'm sitting on that driver's seat with my hands on the steering, all my sense of direction just mysteriously, yet automatically, vanish, leaving me sitting on that cushion behaving like a complete idiot frantically looking here and there for the right route. But the funny thing is, those routes are the routes I couldn't be any more familiar with, because they are just around Ipoh! Oh would anyone just enlighten the poor, baffled soul down here?

Somehow, I found a pair of contradictions here. I assume you're already informed about my bizarre love for paradoxes, ironies and contradictions, and so here's a pair I would like to share:

They say, seeing is believing. I don't doubt that, because your eyes don't lie.
Yet, we can't judge a book by it's cover.
So, taking both sayings LITERALLY, how are we to decide which one to listen to?

Oh man, I really LOVE life's contradictions.

And and and! I've just discovered the beauty consultant in me. I did my sister's hair(out of utter boredom, of course) ALL BY MYSELF and it looked great! Wanted to trim her brows for her but she was too traumatized by that pair of tweezer so I called it off. All in all, I'm stil very proud of my masterpiece sitting on top of her head. Too bad I don't have a camera to capture it.

Enchanted, I still am, at this moment. Having grown up with fairytales before bed I'm one who long for a happy ever after. But somewhere along the way, I got much involved with the cruelty of reality that I found myself distanced away from the much sought after fantasies. So long I have not the optimism of a happy ever after coming to life - MY life, and I only realized this after watching 'Enchanted'.

To those who think Enchanted is but silly expressions and lame conversations meant to entertain the kids, you could be wrong. I don't know about everyone, but it sure did bring out the child in me. It reminded me, of how I used to believe, and look forward to, THE happy ever after most, if not every, children were told about. And most importantly, I'm reminded of the optimism I used to embrace when I was little.

Walked around with Whyqueen and her little cousin after the movie. Gosh, it's been so long since we got high on earrings. Oh and not forgetting the attempt in reviving our childhood fantasies by taking photos with the horse carriage and the palace! Of course, they were just part of the Christmas decor in Jusco. Yet, cam whoring was fun nonetheless. Now who begs to differ huh?

I'll show the the pictures once Why uploads them. Stay tuned for our fairytale come true!

One thing worth mentioning - I got myself a new number today, and guess what? I didn't spend past a ringgit the entire day! I ain't exactly so much a spendthrift, am I now?

I've lost count how long since I've embarked on this rehab programme. I have a confession to make - I can't help but feel tickled whenever the thought of him got stranded in some ulu hotel in pahang. Could this be a mutated form of withdrawal symptoms?

Trust.
Difficult to gain, easy to lose.

Liberty. When it's at hand, we seem to take it lightly.
When it's gone, we lament.

It's inherent in us homo sapiens to not cherish the present. I know, this is like some old grandmother nagging. We have perhaps only know we've never cherished enough when that something's lost. After all, how do you cherish something you've always had in your possession all along?

Words. So plenty of them in the Oxfort International dictionary, yet none seem apt in conveying thoughts with accuracy at times.

I'm at loss for words. Oh just how often I always say that.

Perhaps the greatest invention of all isn't language, but emoticons.

It's been so long since my last appearance. My journey home wasn't anything worth mentioning, but that's mostly because I slept 99 percent of the journey, waking up just for ONE toilet break and lunch. Then for two days here, time practically came to a standstill - I did nothing productive, other than eating and replenishing my body with nutrients. Apart from that, everything I did was nothing. Of course, the little driving experience was an exception.

I was wondering, if I don't make my existence known, will he even realize? Seems like he's been rather preoccupied with god-knows-what stuffs, such that I, being his so-called girlfriend, have to decend the priority list, to make way for something I don't even know what they are.

This is bad. This could have been withdrawal symptoms. They are acting on me.

I was thinking about when the KL trip can be realized. Sighs. My dear lucky charm, do you still look at the pictures we took last time? I'm already missing our cam whoring sessions.

The time now is 1.53am, which is about seven hours to the time I leave this hostel for good. For odd reasons I don't feel tired or lethargic at all. Am I too overwhelmed by the fact that seven hours later, I'll be on the bus and speeding(yes, express buses always speed) home, that my body kept releasing adreneline which explains why my eyes are still so big and round at this wee hour?

In any case, to kill time I have removed my dainty shimmering pink nail polish I wore to prom two nights ago, and replaced them with some attention grabbing hot pink lacquer. Honestly speaking, I was a little turned off by the outcome. The colour is so vivid, I just keep associating it with some witch or some bimbo, or both, since my nails are long, the colour is bimbotic and my fingers are boney. Yet I have to say, I idolize myself for the superb manicure skills. Every nail just looks... flawless. I am good, man.

Okay, since painting my nails did not bring me any closer to lalaland, I sjall let u have a peek into Tuesday night's glamour.


Weifen, me and Suzzy on our way to the hotel.


The bulk of 2706.


Me, Yongyi, Kyliewylie, Weifen and Suzzy.


Us with Weeyang who looked especially cute that night hahaha.


Us with Limzy.


Us with Limin who came over to our table.


Weifen and me!


Aulia and I. It was a lucky one because all the previous ones were blur.


My dainty manicure, although the first thing most of you will see are my skeleton fingers.


Jiahui! When I told her she looked cute, she instantly gave me the DIAOOOO look.


Now, what's the best way to sum up my entry, other than showing you the picture of yours truly, in her most seductive pose(quoted from Suzzy, not me)?

I reckon I should really go get some sleep now.

The time now is 3am. I'm stealing some time out to lament, to complain, and most importantly, to angst about the difficulty in packing my things.

It is time, time to say goodbye. There are so much to be said, yet everytime I meet them face to face, everything just gets stuck in my throat, and I'll resume my normal conversation with my normal tone. Those sentimental and emo words just fail to escape my mouth, no matter how hard I try.

Or, perhaps I don't really try it at all. I always tell others that getting acquainted doesn't mean being separated in the end, but being separated for the time being may bring us together again in future. Sounds pretty optimistic, pretty consoling, pretty 'IVY' isn't it? But as much as I'd like to tell others so that they don't take this separation too hard, I'd like to psycho myself this way too. I guess most of the time, it's always easier said than done.

Starting from tomorrow, all of us are going to continue our life journey by ourselves for days to come. And after that, we'll get acquainted with different people again and journey our lives with them. When that happens, most of us will not be continuing our life journeys with those who have journey together so far, because we'll be parting ways. When, now, will our paths cross again, so that we can once again, sail the life ocean together?

I really, truly, deeply, wish to express my reluctance to bid goodbyes in the most sentimental words of all, but I just can't. For I know if I do, most likely I'll break down like a broken dam even before I finish my sentimental speech.

I really love you guys. You guys have been great artists who coloured my life beautifully for these two years. Now we've reached the end of our voyage together, so I sincerely wish you guys a very good luck in your next journey, and all the very best, and most importantly, may all of you be able to find for yourselves, the true meaning of happiness in life.

As for now, I shall stress myself with all the stuffs I need to pack inside my luggage bag.

My prom night. A night so eventful it'll be difficult to forget.

Let me recount the more pleasant part of it first. Weifen and I reached Suzzy's house at around twelve, where we were invited to have lunch with Suzzy and her mom. One thing you have to note about girls conggregating together - we tend to drag and drag everything we do, till we overshoot the stipulated time by alot, alot. So the initial promised time of our arrival at 1730 was postponed to 1800, and due to unforseen but actually predictable circumstances we reached Marina Mandarin at 1840. Alright, alright. VIPs do arrive late, you know.

The rest of prom night essentially made up of more and more cam whoring sessions, touch ups in the toilet, and food gobbling.

The highlight was actually the after prom party at Zouk. When the party got heated up, we practically stayed at the dance floor for most of the time and got real high. So, when we left, I had this sudden feeling swept over me. It was so overwhelming that I could not summon any remaining strength to stand on my own two feet. So, after one precious photo with Shihui, I dropped beside her.

What amused me was that when I first dropped, my friends said I was hugging Shihui's leg, saying I was tired and stuff. And they actually thought I was trying to be funny or throwing tantrums. Then when they realized I really could not get up, I could not remember very clearly but everywhere around me sank into chaos. OHMYGOD it was so embarrassing. They said although I could still walk, it wasn't enought to get myself into the cab! So in the end Weeyang's friend PIGGYBACKED me into the cab!!! How much more embarrassing can this get! Oh and Weifen even said, when I got into the cab, I even slid off the cushion and sat on the floor!

So that's the end of my prom day story.

I am so utterly embarrassed.

Dilemma bombardment. Should I stay, or should I go?

If only life is void of all the 'if's, and everything can be reduced to only 'yes' and 'no'. But such idealistic ideology only exists in Lalaland, so reality gives me much more concerns to be concerned about, and therefore I have to always think about all the 'IF's.

I've got fifteen minutes to pack everything necessary to put up at Suzzy's house and PRRROMMMMMMMMM! Oh goodness. The mere thought of it triggered a series of bowel movement.

May I not be self-embarrassed in public.

I'm becoming nocturnal, again. But this isn't the result of midnight mugging, rather the result of whole day going out and meeting people. The long promised outing with HeLi and the rare chance of seeing Why again.

But it was a really nostalgic day for me. The people I met used to share many things in common with me. We either stayed in the same place, went to the same school, or attended the same cca which made us, us. If that was what made us, us, then what make us, us, now that we are heading different paths and leading different lives?

When I said I'm a person with horrible time lag, it's the biggest truth I've ever told. Because I only feel loss HOURS after we all parted ways. It's supposed to be some instantaneous emotion but somehow my joker face still took control at that time.

Four days later, I'll be out of Dunman High Hostel for good. But three days later, I'll be saying most of the goodbyes, which, most unfortunately, means I'll be left spending a night here alone, before I could embark on my return journey the next morning. December 6th that is, the day most, if not every, close friend I cherish and weave memories with, will be leaving Singapore, the foreign piece of land where our paths crossed. It feels like, time has never been so short before(except during my Econs paper where I practically zoomed past line after line with my black pen). It's so short that, that, I'm clueless how and what to do with it. It leaves me, thinking, and breathless.

Before he left, Ricky said "... it's like things won't ever be the same again. You won't get to see people you see everyday during mealtimes, have the fun you always have everyday... a closure of another happy chapter in your life."

Now these words are ringing, like a player, over and over again in my head. It's so true. A closure of yet another happy chapter in my life, indeed.

When I think about tomorrow, I can't help but thinking, after ten years time, where will everyone be? Where will Why be? HeLi? Will Yongyi settle down in Canada? Will Aulia be some big shot in some big company? What about Pear(I really don't mean the fruit, OK)? Kaigai? And all my dear Looneys? Will everyone find what they look for in their lives? Will Ricky find his compass that leads him on to his destination in life?

What about me? What will I be? Who will I be? And where will I be?

This is rehab day 4. And the dilemma I mentioned earlier is getting more and more severe. Pear is right. I want to go home. But I want to stay here too.

This is the end of Rehabilitation Day 2.

I am sitting here with a gleeful smile, feeling absolutely triumphant. Sudden spurts of high pressure does bring the best out of me, as proven from my admirable efficiency in packing today. I even salute and idolize myself for being able to reduce my bursting wardrobe to just clothes, and everything else in my room to bare necessities and things I'm able to carry home.

I am such a pro when my time is running out.

Now I shall relate to you my packing cum room-clearing experience. The lesson of the day: buy only things you'll definitely finish using so that by the time you pack your stuffs, you are able to just discard them and not waste any brain cells to think how to pack them at the end of the day. And to those body-slimming fanatics, instead of wrapping yourself in some steaming bath, try packing ALL your things within three hours. My experience tells me that, at the end of three hours, your body burns away so much calories that you'll start feeling hungry again. That's not surprising, since I realized, from my little packing experience, the cells that actually do the most work are not your muscle cells, but brain cells. And since brain cells consume the most food compared to other cells in your body, well, that's how you burn away stored food and thus your slimming process!

Of course, it can also be argued that since we feel so hungry after that three hours, we'll feed ourselves with food and more food and in the end, a few more pounds as indicated by the weighing machine. I don't deny that at all.

I've finally persuaded the fickle minded side of me to settle on the blue/violet dress as my prom dress. This is my third year having that dress in my possession and yet I still can't decide if that dress is blue, or purple, or violet. It's getting frustrating when people ask what colour my prom dress is. It's as if I'm worse than primary school kids because I can't even tell you the colour of something I have. I just am not able to tell people exactly, what colour my dress is. Seriously, everytime I decide it should be blue, everytime I'll still see purple, and so I can't say it's blue at all.

URGH so what colour is that dress huh!

Alright, since I've got a silver clutch, I shall look for a pair of silver earrings to go with it. Don't even suggest anything else, unless you are going to recommend me some fanciful blue or purple accesories, which, I'll be more than glad to take your recommendation. Now ask me why I'm so accomodating out of a sudden? Yes, thank you, because my prom is on Tuesday and up til this point in time, I still haven't got everything ready. Time is really running out and this makes me a desperate girl.

Don't even ask me how much my clutch cost. I don't wanna be reminded of having to choose the next next next best alternative available. But one good thing to note is, this clutch my first Vivo purchase, and I'm proud of it.

Another reason why I'm feeling oh-so-triumphant today is because, when I told Dad about Ricky, it didn't result in any storm as I foresaw. Now THAT's sufficient to nullify every withdrawal symptom I got whenever I thought of the day he went home.

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