Saturday, 30 August 2008

Shopaholic friend!

I just realised that...

Two of my bras were stolen!!!!!

Some crazy freak sex maniac!


And so, I went shopping today. You know, girl style. Where you wander into every shop you see, try on every piece of attire and fool around with the accessories but ending up not buying any of them.

Sounds familiar to you girls out there?

Oh, yes. Plus those occasional squeals when some cute guy or hot dress catches your eye.

Yup. I went shopping today. Girl style.

But with a guy.

For the past 18 years of my life, I have never met a member of the opposite sex who shares the girl-dominated mutual passion for shopping.

Outings to the mall with guys usually go something like this:

Rachel spots a pretty dress. Rachel goes in to try it on. The male species linger outside the shop, looking idly at their shoelaces. Rachel feels pressured by their boredom. Rachel tries to get their interest by asking their opinion on the dress. They shrug and say "up to you", which stresses Rachel out even more. In the end, Rachel gives up shopping and goes to the arcade/movies with them instead. Rachel goes home empty-handed, feeling very empty inside. She didn't buy herself any presents to bring home.


Back to the point. Two of my bras were stolen, and I was hoping that I could buy some new ones this weekend.

Then, Vincent said,

"I want to go shopping for clothes this Friday."

Fancy that!

So, after class ended at 4.30 p.m., I hurried back for a bath and dinner.

Then, Vincent and I took the MRT to Vivo.

On arrival, he went straight into a boutique and began picking out clothes to try on. Wahlao that's like totally my style leh! Damn happy lor!

First time picking out outfits for a guy!

You know how girls usually try on a piece of attire and then proceeds to ask some mind-bending-harder-than-solving-complex-numbers-equations questions like "Does this look nice on me?", "Which colour do you think suits me better?", "Should I buy this dress or that (but usually ends up buying both)?" and the most dreaded "Do I look fat in this?" ?

When questions like those are posed to the female species, we are able to automatically give a long review on what we think of the outfit, and then proceed to give another long, ad libbed thesis on the evaluation of the question before proceeding to answer it. Unlike the males, we don't give lame (yes, I repeat, LAME) answers like "Up to you".

The most irritable answer possible?

"I don't know".

So not the case for Vincent.

Vincent: Are you sure you're comfortable going shopping with me?
Me: Why not?
Vincent: Coz I usually go into every shop I see and try on lots and lots of clothes.


Me: No, of course not!
Vincent: Okay ha... Later don't complain that you're bored...

Ppft. Only kids do that.

I was wandering around as he tried on some clothes in the changing room. Then, he called me over.

Vincent: Do I look good in this?

And then...

"Does M or L fit me better?"

*A long analysis from me*

"Should I get this design or that one?"

*A longer analysis...*

"This is cheaper but that looks better. Which one should i get?"

We spent 30 minutes debating over it.

"This one wear liao no body shape but that one got wor..."

Of which I agreed to, and I suggested that he try the other design.

"Which do you think suits me better?"

By that time, I was so excited about going shopping with him, my spirits were unusually high.

We tried on all of the sunglasses on display in Esprit (I thought he looked more like a blind man with dark glasses on), and we even fooled around with the head wear (in which he plopped a random cap/hat over my head - sometimes even over my eyes - while I did silly poses in front of the mirror).

After shopping for his stuff, it was my turn.

My main reason for going shopping was to buy some underwear to replace the two bras that sex maniac stole.

Although Vincent didn't exactly help me choose the bras, at least he accompanied me INTO the shop, unlike other guys who would probably just linger outside, looking into void space. And instead of saying "up to you", he actually gave comments on my choices. He even helped me pick out one with leopard print - of which I initially didn't want to buy, because it seemed pretty wild - but I bought it in the end because he persuaded me to.


In the end, I purchased 4 bras: 1 leopard print, two zebra print, and one plain white one.

And then, we shopped some more.

He persuaded me to get some heels, but I didn't want to torture my feet so I politely declined. Though I did try them on, just to see how they would look on me.

Right now, I'm kinda regretting not buying them.

In the end, he bought a vest which cost him $84 (I think) and three pairs of socks. I bought 4 bras, two knickers, a pair of beach shorts, a key chain, and three pairs of socks.

We both went back, feeling very, very satisfied with our purchases.

I have finally found my VERY FIRST SHOPPING PARTNER in Singapore!!! Who cares that he is a guy!

Happiness abounds!!!

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

A few minor updates...

Went for supper last night. Went to bed at 4 a.m.. Had a hard time forcing myself up this morning for my 9.30 lecture. Went to bed again after that.

The stupid alarm woke me up 10 hours early.

Urrgh... Time for class... Damn, it's already 2.15 p.m... I guess I have to wake up.... But I'm so sleepy!! I wish I could go back to bed. Sigh. But since I'm a good student, I shall attend the lecture no matter what. I shall not let my late night life affect my studies. Eww... I seriously need a bath... Oh, well. There's no time for that now. Ehh... It's raining outside. Never mind, I have an umbrella...

WAA... Rain so heavy ar! How to go out! Some more the rain so cooling; good weather for sleeping leh. But I must go lecture coz I'm bad at Chemistry. But if I miss the lecture, still got lecture recording to watch ma. But I sure feel lazy to watch wan... But now so sleepy wor! AIYA...


To put it in a more systematic way, I missed my 2.30 Chemistry lecture because:

1. The prospect of being able to sleep longer was more appealing than attending boring lectures.
2. I could always watch the lecture recording online later.
3. It was raining heavily outside.
4. The umbrella wouldn't be enough to keep me entirely dry.
5. The bus stop is not sheltered, so I could not take the bus.
6. It takes me 15 minutes to walk to the lecture hall.

Sigh. Now I've got to force myself to watch the lecture recording tonight. The last time I tried watching that, one hour of lecture recording took me 6 hours to finish. Blame the distractions.


I found a piano in Hall 3!!!!! YAY!! I can finally play the piano again!!!!

Though the piano was horribly, awfully out of tune, at least it was able to feed my piano addiction.

Not that I'm a good pianist...


And now, my dry clothes are piled up on my bed. I'm waiting for me to fold them and keep them nicely into my closet.


Stupid, stupid, stupid packed schedule.


But still loving my life.

Going for a badminton game, then ball room dancing tonight.


Sunday, 24 August 2008

I love my readers

So you guys were getting all so worked up just because of one lame blog post?


That was just a trick to attract more people to my blog so that I could earn more money from Nuffnang.


I knew it'd work sooner or later.



Some uneducated and immature people...

They're just not worth my time.

My response?

*eye roll*

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

MY room!

I've been feeling industrious again, so I've decided to upload some photos of my room.

For those of you in Malaysia who are wondering how I'm doing over here, take a look at my room and you'll get the idea.

My study table.

A closer look...

Stress generator. Not talking about the laptop, but the table in general.

My academic stuff...

My stuff...

Mirrors I bought from Ikea.

My bed!!!

Monday, 18 August 2008

How was my day?

Today's lab was...





Mostly confusing.

We spent the first hour listening to (somewhat confusing yet interesting) instructions and explanations, and spent the next two hours peering through microscopes.

The lecturer was some China guy.

Weird English accent.

Maybe if he spoke in Mandarin, I could have understood much, much, better.

He pronounced "layer" as "lee-arr".



Fell asleep in Econs class today.



Tutorials are killing me.

*die, die, die*

Sunday, 17 August 2008

Lifestyle changes

Some of the things I have done ever since I came to Singapore:

1. Falling asleep at six in the morning.
2. Taking a shower at 3.30 in the morning.
3. Visited a friend till 12 a.m., then completed my assignments at 2 a.m..
3. Having supper at 4 in the morning.
4. Having dinner as my first meal of the day.

Will update you guys again soon. It's now 3.35 a.m., and I'm going to watch a movie/complete my tutorials while waiting for my hair to dry.

Friday, 15 August 2008

Claire Guo Jing's concert!

As the Chinese proverb says, "hao xin you hao bao". Translated, it means good people get good returns.

How true!!!

My friend gave me a ticket for Claire Guo Jing's (for those of you who don't know her, she's a Taiwanese singer) concert tonight. Then, another friend came along, asking me for my ticket because apparently, his girlfriend loves Claire very much and he wanted to bring her along to the concert. Of course, at first, i was reluctant to, but I know how happy his girlfriend would be if he got that ticket for her. So, being a nice friend, I gave my ticket to him, just so that he could make his girlfriend happy.

I tell you hor, they better not break up lor. If they break up hor, I sure let him kena teruk teruk one. I sacrificed my ticket for him leh.

Anyway, at 5 p.m., just an hour before the concert began, a friend came to me. She had an extra ticket for me!!!!


Wednesday, 13 August 2008


I have noticed that Raedarling Made Easy is sort of abandoned. Sorry, guys. You know how laziness always gets at me. I'll update it as soon as the industrious side of me returns.


Tutorials, tutorials, and more tutorials. Sigh. When can I ever get them done?

Stress is getting at me. Damn.


Physics tutorial is due tomorrow morning and I'm still not done.

*cries, cries, and cries some more before getting to work*

Monday, 11 August 2008

I thought university would never come.

Went for supper last night (or rather, this morning) - At NTU, you can expect every night to be an eventful one. Arrived back at 4 a.m. and went to bed at 6. Feeling damn groggy right now.

But that's not the main point here.

A few of us were talking about our old schooling days, and it made me wish I could go back to those days. Less to think about, less to worry about.

Reminds me of myself when I was a tiny tot.

I received my first backpack when I was four years old. My first day of kindergarten. My dad is still keeping the photo of me back then, smiling broadly in my brand new kindergarten uniform, and my red and black (yes, I can still remember the color) backpack. I still remember I loved holding onto the straps of my bag because it made me feel like a grown up kid. I remembered thinking that was how most school kids wear their bags. Or at least that was how I thought it was. I remember feeling grown up. I'm finally going to kindergarten! I'm going to hold pencils. I'm going to have homework to do. I'm going to be a busy student. It made me feel grown up. I liked that feeling.

But I still envied real school children. You know, those who wore 'real' school uniforms. Those who went to 'real' schools, and not just kindergartens.

The feeling got all the more better when I stepped into primary school. I remembered the first time putting on my school uniform. A dark blue pinafore with a white blouse inside. I felt soooooooo grown up. I remember I loved kneeling in my uniform because I loved how the blue fabric stretched across my thighs, like a tight skirt. I felt like I could finally look down on those "kindergarten kids". I remember looking at them haughtily thinking, "Hmph. I'm a school kid. I'm so much older than you."

I know that's childish. I was a child.

Then, I began to envy my cousins, because most of them were already in secondary school. I imagined them as being 'real' adults. I wished and wished I were in secondary school, because then I could act like a real grown up and do "adult stuff". I wanted to be able to hang out with my friends in shopping malls. I wanted my parents to give me more freedom. I wanted to stop being treated like a kid. I wanted to be able to write with a pen rather than a pencil. Most importantly, I loved the turquoise pinafore much more than the dark blue one. I wondered when I could finally step up to secondary school. It seemed like eons and eons away.

Later on, I began wondering where people went to after secondary school. Do they start working already? I asked my mother. She told me people usually went to university after completing their secondary education.


Such a prestigious sounding word.

I also heard that it was a place where grown ups go to study and play. A place where you don't have to abide by any school rules, where you don't have to pay attention in class, where you can wear anything you like to class. People who went there basically led their own lives, free of parental control. At university, nobody will force you to finish your homework. Nobody will force you to study.

I wanted that.

I wanted to be able to tell people "I'm a university student". I wanted them to look up on me.

But secondary school already seemed so far away. University would never come. It'd be only something I could dream of.

In short, I wanted to grow up.

Real bad.

When secondary school finally came, I began thinking that I was finally growing up. But I was only in Form 1. The youngest in the pack. I envied those older students, especially the Form 3 students. I thought it'd be very grown uppish to be sitting for an important exam, i.e., PMR.

When Form 4 came, Form 3 magically turned into kindergarten work. How could anyone ever think of PMR as a killer exam? Form 4 was torture. When SPM came, it made PMR seem like child's play.

In Form 5, I began to enjoy my schooling life more and more. It was great to have friends to share my ups and downs. I loved them and they loved me.

When college came, I thought "Yes, I'm finally not a 'school student' anymore!!!"

In other words, "I'm a grown up!!!!"

Curiously, I have never felt that way.

Before I went to kindergarten, I thought that I'd feel grown up when I did. I was wrong. Then, I thought that maybe wearing a 'real' school uniform would make me one. I was wrong again. I thought maybe it was because of the colour difference. Funnily, I didn't feel anymore grown up than before, even when my school uniform changed from dark blue to a bright turquoise. Even in my final year of high school, I didn't feel any difference.

When, then, can I be a real grown up?

I kept wondering.

I thought college would do the trick.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

The exams got much harder, but that was about it.

Ten years ago, I thought university would never come, but here I am right now.

University. My childhood dream. I have finally achieved it.

Why, then, do I feel like I wish I could go back to being a school student? I have used all of my childhood wishing I could one day go to university, and now I wished I could go back to when I was little.

Do I feel grown up now?


Sad, but no.

Why, then, am I here? To feel grown up? To gain respect? To have other school kids envy me?

It's a question many people have asked me.

Why am I here?

And although I may not be a grown up yet, I pride myself in being able to reply,

"Where else would I be?"

Friday, 8 August 2008

Well again... I hope.

8 p.m. - 10 a.m. : z z z...

After sleeping for 14 hours straight (I missed the 8.30 a.m. Chemistry lecture), I am finally feeling much better.

At least I woke up in time for Physics.

Now, all that's left is the phlegm, running nose, cough, and a slight sore throat.

Thursday, 7 August 2008

Down with a...














Somebody please kill me.

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Another lame update on my new life

Busy, busy, busy.

With work?

Not really.

Ever since the first day I stepped into NTU, my social life has never rested.

Every night, there's bound to be something on. Just last night, we played Mahjong till 12.30 a.m.. Needless to say, I had an awfully hard time forcing myself up for my 8.30 a.m. class today.

Tonight's gonna be a late night again. Having some kind of celebration. *grins*

Never mind lah, tomorrow my class will be at 10.30 a.m.. No need to wake up early.

I think I'm beginning to get the hang of uni life.

Hopefully, I won't die of ASS (Acute Stress Syndrome) before I graduate.