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mood: tired

I feel so burnt out by this entire week, primarily because I've been out everyday, 5 days in a row. The queer thing is that I can't remember what I did on Monday and Tuesday, even though it's only Friday today. What I can conclude from this fact is that one, I am getting a bit senile, and two, I'm living such a frivolous lifestyle that nothing seems to be outstandingly significant anymore. Oh wait, it just occured to me I met up with my favourite chatty girlfriends at a Jap restaurant on Tuesday night; I'm not that senile after all!

But yeah, it is upsetting to note that my life has been way short of being productive and this is despite the fact that Yi Fang has ironically commented that, 'We all need a break, from this long break!' However, it's in a different context for her as she has her schedule filled with all the mini events and responsibilities that accumulate overtime like how a small snowball gains in its diameter as it rolls down the hill. I love random analogies and I'm cool like that, plus I know that I can be SO long-winded. 8-) 

On a superficially significant note, I bought 4 pairs of shoes (3 heels and one slipper, and it's for the funniest reason, simply because my heels were killing my feet!) in one day, plus explored Peninsula Plaza with Sam, my explorer buddy and discovered that it's the Land of Paul Twohill, with loads of indie/hardcore rock&roll band shirts, extremely baggy jeans hanging side by side with extremely skinny ones, retro shades with bright kiddy frames, cool electric guitars, basses and whatever that lets you emulate the 'emo' persona with erm, style. Not my kinda thing but cool nonetheless. 

All in the same day, we explored City Plaza which is a run-down, rainbow coloured looking complex near Paya Labar MRT station which is like a Made-in-China galore. Well, most of the shops are anyway, and it got to the point when I actually turned to Sam and said, 'I think it's enough, let's get out of here!' Not to sound insulting, but one can only endure so much of ghastly, unflattering cuts, cheap, rubbery material that most of the bags there are made of and overprized shoes. Sorry. Still, it was an eye-opener, and really, shopping doesn't have it's boundaries confined to town or its nearby vacinities.

Glad to see 3 of my lovelies- Olie, Daph and Si (Rekha M., you are missed!) at AC (to collect grad certs)then Holland V (to draw up a detailed plan on our 'backpacking' cum shopping trip to Chiang Rai and Bangkok!!) today, and I also tried the shiok-ist Bak Chor Mee there. Unhealthy but everything in moderation, and I know that I'm still a local Singaporean foodie at heart. I was telling Olie that  in general, I'd rather pick cheap hawker food over expensive restaurants where you have to mind your Ps&Qs, but it really depends on my mood and the occasion I guess. Headed off to Holland V's Settler's Cafe to be the only girl not from MG 4A3'04 , but that's the only other difference and with MG girls, it just feels close to home, you know? :) Had fun playing many different types of board games but I think my attention span is really short as I'd get bored and would want to change to another game. I do like word games alot, and those bluffing games that need one to bluff, or to put it in elevated terms, to persuade and convince others to think your answer is the right one! 

I'm recounting all these events as I don't wish to forget my good memories. I wonder if people even bother reading this much, but that's secondary. 

But the ultimate highlight of the week is my virgin clubbing experience, and Zouk's Mambo night has the 'honour' to welcome me. I am not a newbie anymore, and I have mixed sentiments over the whole incident. Overall, it was fun, and it's really the company that matters. Sam and Milene Tan (who's back from Melboune and looking so pretty) accompanied me, and we did really groovy, cheesy dances with K-box style singing to top it all off. What sucks is when you see people puke non-stop, (stupid) guys trying to take advantage of (stupid) girls who don't hold their drinks well and yet drink till they reach drunken stupor, to the point where all cow sense goes out of the window. Ahh well, you only live once, but don't kill liver too soon. A friendly reminder from your health-conscious LJ friend. Next Wed, it would be an AA3 Mambo night, and I can't wait to see almost everyone again. I know not everyone will approach clubbing in all candidness, be it due to religious or personal moral convictions, but really, to each his own. I just dislike any imposing attitudes, but I shall not comment any further because I'll write out an essay here.

AND I'm such a retard, I've so many invites requesting me to sign up for Facebook. It's not that I don't want to, it's because I don't know how! I don't have a collage email add, so how? Not that is this the highest on my priority list because SMU matriculation stuff is still looming at top spot. I am paranoid that I haven't received all my info... :/

Time to sleep, and attune my body clock back to more regular hours. Not that one night's rest will banish those unslightly eye-bags that seem to have found permanent residence as dark moons under my eyes. Another night out tomorrow, got the GB 80th Anniversary Dinner to attend. I have bipolar feelings on that- but I'll be a optimist and go, 'Yay, a chance to wear that new Dorothy Perkins dress I bought from the Great Singapore Sale!'