If there's one thing TJ taught me, it's how to waste toilet paper.

still on the topic of driving...
and so I booked my prac lessons today. I've decided to go along with manual altho I contemplated the idea of just learning auto. All thanks to michelle who felt sure to tell me i would be a total idiot if just learned auto.
It was absolutely embarrassing to have your parents fussing loudly over what you're supposed to do at the driver centre. everyone was staring at me, i just wanted to dig a hole somewhere and hide...They were shouting across the hall "girl! must go for briefing now! go, go! we help you take queue number!" I was like, goodness just kill me now...Cant's see why my parents wouldn't trust me to do the booking myself. oh, besides the fact that they're the ones paying...

I managed to go tutor some kid today and left without my voice. Why is that kids are either super smart with kiasu parents or super stupid with very unhelpful parents. It's either I have to follow a strict timetable in tutoring a kid who is short of full marks for every test (how tragic!), or a kid who is incapable of storing anything i ever said!

I don't have a life anymore. I stopped trying sometime in early june. Anyone who needs or wants to go out and can't find anyone free, just tell me, I am positive that I will be free...I can't wait for my camp to start...lalala i'm off to watch my nails grow now. ta ta!

I passed my final theory but i'm more worried now. How am I ever going to pass my practical?! I am one of those drivers that should never ever be let out on the road. oh no oh no. it would take me forever to pass anyway. I can't imagine my first lesson. I'll prolly kill my instructor. i don't know why my dad insists on me learning to drive anyway. I don't even know how to get to anywhere in Singapore so what's the point? I can sort of see myself having to fetch all my friends out and home once i've passed. I'll just end up as everyone's driver. shit. (haha, kidding, kidding...) I don't wanna drive! I wanna be driven around! sigh...

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme, I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold

And If I try to save him
My whole world would cave in
It just ain't right, but it just ain't right

Oh, and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Lord, would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's magic and myth
He's strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight, baby hold me tight

Oh, and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy, hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of a miracle
Waiting so long
I've waited so long

He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end, he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take

Oh, and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's beautiful
Lord, he's so beautiful
He's beautiful

you know you're moving into adulthood when you realise friends are being put near the bottom of the list of important things after work, family and money. And gatherings which include more than 5 people is rare.
i realised something at NUS yesterday. you can spot who are the current students and who are the future students. the future students walk around in big groups (by big groups i mean 3 or 4) and the current students walk around alone.

goodness, who to tell if i've spotted a cute guy around campus or when a prof is making my life hell? Please throw my ass back to secondary school or something. I don't wanna grow old!!!

Speaking of NUS it's hell taking a bus there. It actually goes halfway round Singapore before reaching there.

I should start a list of the people I know going to fass. It should be quite a long list. It should at least prepare me on who I should bump into sooner or later.

There is some sort of a almost-semi-partial TPS reunion thing going on these couple days.

My hair is longer on one side and shorter on the other. how exciting is that?

this is one of those days when my brain is not working properly and thoughts come out in a tangled mess. forgive me if the following makes no sense.

I've been busy burying myself in really brainless, bimbotic books these couple days. which makes me wanna move to New York. which makes me want to have a personal hairstylist. which makes me wanna have a shopping mall heiress as a friend. which makes wanna stop eating altogether. which makes me wanna visit Bungalow 8. which makes me wanna get a job with minimal duties and maximum pay. which makes me wanna get a fake tan. which makes me wanna shop, shop, SHOP!!! (it's not like I'm not already shopping my ass off)

To the bitch who finally agreed to pay me after much arguing and denial(although i havent got the cheque. i hope you did send it): I hope your kids FAIL all their exams and never make it out of primary school education. Then get into an 'accident'. Damn you.

I hate today's children. Their parents suck. They should all die.

hmm, the whole birthday party thing is most definitely happening, because why? There're already two bottles of Absolut vodka sitting at home that i HAVE to use cos i pressured my mum into buying them in the first place.

so, yes, one more reason for people to come: free alcohol.

I remember my last 'birthday party at home' event, it was in primary school. even then i already knew how embarrassing it is for your parents to be around, seriously, they asked my friends all sorts of questions and hindered free conversation between us kids. I mean, it was AWKWARD, a total disaster. i hope none of my pri sch friends remembered it.(don't get me wrong, I love my parents for trying to help but sometimes it's just...-i'm sure u know what i mean) My dad offered to cook stuff like beehoon and chicken wings(!!) but luckily i managed to make them leave everything up to me this time. I told them my friends only needed alcohol and tons of junk food to survive. And i got scolded cos according to them, 'that's not the way to treat guests!' People who had ever come to my house before, you should know the way they fuss over guests; overly nice. Oh well, the party will be adult-free, including my annoying brother, for most of it i think...

Anyone who knows me, can come!

I don't know if mixing my secondary school friends and JC friends all together is a good idea really...oh never mind, i hear drunk people mingle better...haha.

And cass, will you be in singapore by then?!!

Yay...this is like, totally, beyond exciting!!