Curls.

CURLS.

(Written on 2/11 @ approx. 7.15 pm)

I curled my hair on Friday :D And I’m still kind of on a high from it. It was just temporary though. I wanted to test and see if it looked good. And it’s decided: I am most definitely 100% curling my hair in December. Even though I have no idea how to jaga curly hair, I don’t care. Hair as fierce as this will make it all worth it.

Hang on, here are some pictures of it.





After I came home from the Mall. I’m wearing black, which actually hinders the ability to see my hair. Clever me.

Oh, my latest obsession: the iPod skins at http://www.decalgirl.com and http://www.gelaskins.com. I can’t get enough of them. They’re drop-dead gorgeous. And the best part? They’ve got 30 Seconds To Mars ones. Now that’s what I call a match made in heaven.

Yay, I am finally, finally going to make my donation to the Echelon House. It’s an international project Lily came up with that helps Habitat For Humanity through their Hopebuilders campaign, inspired by what 30 Seconds To Mars did to help Habitat For Humanity recently.

We — the Echelon and its family and friends — have funded the building of 7 houses around the world so far since June, and we’re currently on our 8th one. It’s snowballed into a bit of a worldwide phenomenon, really, with all the support from the band and HFH and the press. And of course, all the amazing people who contributed.

The only problem is that I can’t decide what I want to buy in exchange for my donation. It’s just like shopping, except all the money you spend goes to charity. Could it get any better?

So, um, the last Formula 1 race of the year is tonight. The most crucial, pivotal, decisive and nerve-wracking race of the season. I don’t know how I’m going to survive those two hours without pulling out all my hair and losing my mind.

Qualifying results were Massa 1st, Trulli 2nd, Kimi 3rd and Hamilton 4th (hyuk, hyuk). Awesome-ness, I call it. Lewis Hamilton, may everything go wrong for you (again) this weekend. And come on Massa, you can do it. All fingers and toes crossed.

Hallelujah!

HALLELUJAH!

Three words: PMB is OVER!!

Let me just say that one more time in case you didn’t catch it, and also because it gives me more pleasure and satisfaction than you can ever imagine. PMB IS OVER!!!

Three years of class, a month of revision, two weeks of torture and twenty hours of head scratching and scribbling down answers. And it’s all OVER. DONE. FINISHED.

YEESSSS!!!! Finally. Praise the Lord Almighty I’ve made it. Freedom, oh wondrous freedom!

Two completely unhindered months. No more teachers droning on and on about boring subjects, no more staying up late finishing homework or cramming textbooks, no more early mornings rushing to school, no dad nagging me to study all the time, no mom telling me I can’t watch tv until I’ve finished studying—no, wait, that’s also my dad.

Nope, none of that. That’s all gone. At least, for now. And you bet I’m going to enjoy every single second of it.

It’s a bit of a strange feeling, I must admit, to finally come upon such a long-awaited moment. Not to say that it doesn’t feel good. Because boy, does it feel good!

Good enough to make me want to break out in song. Not that I’ll be doing so in front of you.

Anyway, I’m off to enjoy my newfound freedom. Starting by going straight to sleep. This free woman needs to catch up on her z’s.

And then, I'm going out for some much-needed retail therapy :)

Pickles & textbooks.

(Written on 08/09 @ approx 2.10 pm)

The moment I walked in the front door today, my dad announced loudly that my lunch was on the dining table. Just what was “lunch”?

Store-bought spaghetti with sausage (mushy), meatballs (bland), and mushrooms (overgrown). And, wait for it… pickles. Yeah, you heard me right.

Who in their right mind puts pickles in spaghetti? Had I stepped through the looking glass and into the twilight zone somewhere between school and home, without even knowing it?

Because pickles and spaghetti could only exist in the same dish in an alternate universe, a galaxy far, far away (in case you weren’t aware of it, that’s a Star Wars reference. I’ve proved to be a bit of a closet Star Wars geek in recent times. Hi.).

Nevermind that I can’t stand them at all. By that I mean pickles. The smell especially. And the taste too, I suppose. Not that I’ve ever eaten it; the putrid stench alone proved to be way too big a turn-off. So there I sat for the next twenty minutes, diligently picking every last bit of that nasty green vegetable out of my lunch.

Pet peeves aside, the spaghetti wasn’t half bad. A good balance of sweet, sour and salty, with a pinch of spicy. Not what you’d normally expect for B$2. Though I can’t say I wouldn’t have preferred Fratini’s Parfallé Salmon.

Don’t believe the hype about Swensen’s ridiculously overpriced pasta. Everything there’s still even more expensive than at T.G.I. Friday’s (Thank God It’s Friday’s) after conversion. Shame, really. And if you haven’t got a clue as to what T.G.I. Friday’s is, drown yourself, now.

And I think I’ve already warned you against Charcoal BBQ & Grill. Maybe I should change my blog name to ‘Trash Expensive Brunei Restaurants’. It’s not that I don’t like expensive restaurants in general. I do. Ones that actually serve nice tasting food like they’re supposed to, that is. Otherwise you’re just paying too much for disgusting stuff you could cook by yourself.

Assuming you’re an awful cook, of course.

Anyway, completely pointless babbling aside, exams (PMB!!) are… exactly a week away today. Does that scare me? Hell yeah, you bet it does! But in a weird way, I’m also looking forward to it.

Okay, calm down, I know what you must be thinking. But I just want to get it over and done with. And the sooner the better. I’ve got other, more useful things to do with my precious time.

Like sleep.

And... go shopping, exactly.