Love can be so boring.

Photo credits to (Tan, Eunice, 2010).

I so love advertising and photoshoots under the bloody hot sun. Pretty fun nevertheless.

Photo credit: (Chua, Jiahwa, 2010)

On one or two of the days, I work so hard, I get so tired, I sleep in the library. And I'm about to go sleep now too. Good night!!

I had a really strong urge to write last night at the ungodly hour of 3am while attempting to finish some work even though I had nothing important nor spectacular to speak of. But I crashed in the end with my post half written. I got up in a daze and deleted the post.

The ironic thing about being motivated to go to school or do work these days is that I'm about to graduate and I can't wait to. In four weeks time, I would be done with school. I'm not sure if I would ever, ever, further my studies but I seriously doubt it. I have so many things to settle for my projects yet I can't bring myself to concentrate and do it. I spend every weekend on the couch with a new movie (this week's was Good Will Hunting), do some shopping, eat some chocolate and meet up with some people. When the weekend ends, I make silent groans in my head when I think of all the undone work. This normally happens Sunday night.

On Friday afternoon, just before I went to school for my only lesson where I'm supposed to have my individual presentation and quiz, I hopped into a nail parlour to get my nails done en route from home to school. Sometimes, I amaze myself. I got myself into class 15 minutes late because of my manicure. I didn't exactly do very well for my individual presention. I walked out of class feeling slightly embarrassed and with a voice in my head that says "Whatever. Fuck it."

I woke up to a cold and grey Saturday morning, wanting to just snuggle in the sheets. I prepared myself for an event that I'm uncertain for, paid $14.20 for the same cruel fate that only happened to me twice. Why am I such a loser? Why didn't I learn my lesson? I am glad the rest of the day only turned out better. Saturday never fail me.

I impulsively paid a couple hundreds for a new sack that's most probably going to be my companion to school for the next four weeks whether rain, shine or hail because I was seriously dying under the weight of the old one. Cashless transactions make everything so easy, so carefree. Like no damage done.

Over the course of these couple of weeks, I find myself getting more than acquainted to this girl from one of my classes. And I'm very glad that this is happening because I like her very much, as a friend of course. I kinda see myself in her.

I am blissfully contented now, as always, after Saturdays. I think the only thing that could make this better right now would be adding a few more sundresses and summer clothes to my hungry wardrobe.

What a long and wordy post. I hope I didn't bore the hell out of you.

As suggested by (Chua, Jiahwa, 2010)

I know how my mum thinks that I have like so much clothes that my wardrobe is bursting and there aren't enough hangers going around in the house. But, on such a morning like this, I stood, for half an hour, in front of my wardrobe trying to pick things out to just put on. I wasn't even looking at impressing anyone. And then, I walked out of the house with a red bra, sheer navy tank, white bermudas, a houndstooth scarf and black flats.

I'm really horrible, I haven't been printing notes for a damn long time now.

I sit in class, drink kopi, blog, swivel around in my chair and wait for time to fast forward to 5 weeks later while Ruth continues her lecture in sub-standard English and in the most dramatic voice ever.

Dear Greg Feith

What I did in the week:

1. Wednesday - Met Yueying for lunch in school. She's one hell of a damn good friend ((: I will elaborate on her goodness one day.

2. Friday - Met Dixie for dinner at Tampines One. Shopped at Topshop. Caught on camera by Fashion Fast Forward people.

3. Saturday morning - Volcano eruption due to project meeting. Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE it when surveyors blatantly fill in questionnaires on their own? I am especially pissed off when the target respondents are easily the most accessible to the surveyors. I'm not asking them to survey the senior citizens or gays or prostitutes or something. Or aliens! God. And then there comes the trouble of statistically insignificant results. Integrity challenged.

4. Saturday afternoon - I suddenly got very obsessed with pearls and necklaces and rings. PEARLS!! Hahaha.

5. Saturday night - BBQ in the rain @ Level Z. By then, I was really tired from the day's events. I get high when I'm tired. I don't physically move a lot but I laugh a lot at nonsense, and get extremely chatty. Some friends have experienced that. Furthermore, with the help of a few drops of beer last night, I was almost without inhibition, which is good, I made many new friends.

6. Sunday awwwwwwwwww Sunday. Terribly annoyed by the perpetual discomfort of my entire nasal cavity. Stupid rain too. Took a nap in the best smelling white sheets ever. Watched ACI. Fell asleep again. Went out for dinner. Fishball meepok soup.

Love, Axy.

To Manila

One step closer.

Maybe, by now, at the age of 21 going 22, I should have realised, understood and came to terms that different people really do express love, whether family love, friendship love or romantic love, differently.

We all do it. Don't judge.

Saturday. Has got to be my most favourite day of the week.

Went to: Marina Square, Suntec City and West Coast Plaza.

Did: SHOPPING. And a lot of walking.

Lunch: Sinigang and Macs' Frappe.

Snack: Redcurrant puffs and leftover Crystal Jade yummies.

Dinner: Sushi Tei.

Watched: Britney, ACI and Invictus.

Work begins only tomorrow. Night world.

Sigh. I know it's not very nice to start off an entry with a sigh. It just brings everyone down with me, doesn't it? But I'm a little !@#$^%#$@$% because.......

1. I lost my diary. My pretty sleek black Muji planner for 2010. God, it's only March you know. I don't know where is it. And I don't know how or why I lost it. And there's something precious inside. I have never lost something of such significance you know. I'm normally not the sort who loses things, I don't lose phones (I just spoil them), wallets, keys, cards etc. You get the idea. My dear Muji, can you please come back to me???

2. My Organizational Behaviour class today was on the topic of Motivation. The presenting team beautifully and neatly summarised a few theories about motivation under one big umbrella of a four letter word, hope. The hope of progression. Think about why are you studying, think about why you want to strike it rich, think about why you want to get the best job. I love this idea of hope, as much as the Professor did. Because I think it is important for everyone to have hopes. You could be hoping for anything, whether big dreams or small little things. But hope is what keeps you going. It gives you positive energy and it makes you happier. It makes you vibrant.

But I know it is hard when things go wrong and you get so jaded. You just feel the world is against you.

I know things will work out right, somehow. They just have to. Meanwhile, just smile more.

3. You feel this rage rising inside you. It's kinda like a fire burning in you. It stirs you up, you feel it all over your body, you feel it on your skin, your cheeks flushed. It's not the heat of passion you are feeling though, it's the heat of the damned weather. I need more sundresses. More shorts. And light weight bags.