CNY shopping n' stuff

Happy Chinese New Year to all my beloved readers!!!

You must be wondering why am I blogging here on the second day of CNY, while other people are still out there eating and collecting red packets.

Well, I'm back in NTU.

Yes, on the second day of CNY, while everyone else is still enjoying the festive season, I'm back in my dingy, tiny room with lots of dust mites as my room mates.

My real roomie isn't back yet.

Oh, well. At least I've got my privacy back at last.

You can't imagine how un-private it is to have relatives from all over squeezed into one single house. Never mind that the house belongs to my rich uncle and there's enough space to accommodate everyone. I still want a room all to myself.

For the past 9 days, I've been procrastinating about blogging about my CNY shopping.

I've found the time (and un-laziness) to finally blog about it.

As all my beloved readers should know, I'm a shopaholic. A shopaholic shopping without parental control for the first time in Singapore.

One can only guess how ugly (or heavenly, to fellow shopaholics) the situation can be.

I bought 2 dresses (one from Bugis, the other from Jurong Point) and a white bolero from Esprit.

I think the total cost of the two dresses cost something like $350. Can't really remember. Bolero was around $80, I think...

Short term memory. Sorry.

Another CNY dress from MNG, bought in Malaysia.

Photos not uploaded here due to laziness.

Then, I went to Vivo and bought two Paris Hilton bags from Tangs and a pair of heels from Charles and Keith.

Don't ask me why I bought TWO freakin' Paris Hiltons. I'm an impulsive shopper.

Here are the pictures:

Paris Hilton. Original price: $169. After discount: $109.

Paris Hilton. Original price: $109. After discount: $69.

And then, because I overspent, Tangs thanked me for being such a good shopper by giving me a free TANGS Fashion Lifestyle Card.


It even states the ultimate truth on the back of the card:

See, I told you I'm cute. Even Tangs says so.

This card supposedly gives me special priviledges and discounts and stuff.

Oh, yes. Before I forget.

To those of you out there who think I'm a show off for posting pictures of my stuff and then stating the price, I say,

Yes, I am a show off.

Aren't everyone?

I mean, if you have bought something new, wouldn't you want to show it to your friends? Would you rather hide it at home, because if you bring it out then you'd be a 'show off'? Wouldn't you want to show it to your friends and receive positive comments from them?

So, yes, I am showing off.

I am showing off that I am the proud owner of those two beautiful bags, not because I'm rich enough to buy them, you nitwit.

To those of you who think that I'm showing off my wealth/I'm the daughter of a rich man/I'm just freaking rich, screw you. Coz I'm not. I'm not rich at all. I just cut down on my spending when it comes to other necessities like food (don't worry, I'm not starving myself), and then splurge them all on the other stuff I like.

Besides, I'm merely informing my readers about the price of my purchases, coz isn't that what most people are interested in?

Take for example:

Me: Hey, I've just bought a new bag!!! Isn't it gorgeous?
Friend: Yeah, its beautiful!!! I love it! How much did you buy it for?

or,

Me: Hey, I've just bought a new bag! What do you think of it?
Friend: Ewww!!! It sucks!! It's the ugliest bag I've ever seen. How much did you buy it for?

You see, in any case, people want to know how much you bought something for. Is it so wrong for me to answer my readers' questions in advance, to save their breath from asking again?

Back to the point.

Excited about my purchases, I impatiently wore the white bolero to church two weeks before CNY, threw it into the washing machine alongside with a pair of purple pants I bought from a night market about a month ago, and magically turned my bolero purple.

My freaking white bolero which cost $80 turned purple less than a week after I bought it.

I freaked out, of course.

My bolero wasn't the only victim. My favourite white Roxy t-shirt, yellow towel, bright green shorts, and white undies miraculously changed as well.

As K was helping me hang out my clothes to dry, I peered into the pail and exclaimed "Hey, these aren't mine!! You took someone elses' clothes by accident!!"

To which K calmly answered, "No, they're yours."

After closer inspection, I realised that the clothes definitely belonged to me, just in a different color.

My brand-new bolero, white Roxy shirt, yellow towel, and white undies became purple and my bright green shorts became a dull brown.

The next day, I bleached them all.

Thankfully, my bolero is now white again (but still with a hint of light pink *sigh*) but I've finally re-learned my lesson I learnt so many years ago.

I almost forgot why I stopped buying clothes from the market so many years ago. Now I remember.

When it comes to shopping, the ultimate rule is:

Never, ever, ever, ever even think about buying anything if its' price is too low to be true, sold in the night market, or has questionable quality. NO MATTER HOW CHEAP IT IS.

I guess I got too carried away and totally forgot about the rule's significance. And so, I paid (quite expensively) for my mistake.

At this point, many of you must probably be saying "Well, you're rich and we're not. We can't afford stuff from the mall so we resort to night markets."

To that I say, "Bullshit."

Time is money, and money is time.

Take for example the cheap purple pants I bought from the night market for a mere RM 20. No doubt it was extremely, inhumanely cheap, but what did it do to me?

It made me waste my time and effort bleaching my clothes; time and effort which I could have put to better use like studying, hence getting better grades and securing myself a job which earns me $10,000 a month.

In other words, the purple pants could have cost me a lifetime of income. Lets say I work for 30 years before retirement, I'd have earned ($10,000 x 12 x 30) $3,600,000.

Because of the purple pants, that opportunity might be already gone as we speak.

The pants which initially cost RM 20 would then eventually cost me $3,600,000.

Damn freaking overpriced for a pair of pants, if you asked me.

It all amounts up to the same thing.

If you buy cheap stuff, you'd have to waste more time maintaining them, which is equivalent to wasting money.

I think I would have made a much wiser choice if I bought the pants somewhere else like a real shopping mall (never mind that it would cost me RM 50 more) and then I wouldn't run into the situation of ruining my other clothes and then having to bleach them. At least then I'd have more time to study, get better grades, and then secure myself with a job which earns me $10,000 a month.

Unless of course, if you have got lots and lots of time on your hands but no money, then you hereby have my permission to buy clothes from the night market.

But then again, if you have got too much time and too little money, shouldn't you put that time to good use and go get a job instead? That way, you money would increase, and you wouldn't have to buy clothes from the market anymore.

But then again, what do I know about money?

I'm merely a university undergrad, still depending on her parents for pocket money.

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It's finally Friday again (gosh, how time flies - but on the other hand, hooray for weekends!!!!) and I'm currently in a more decent mood than I have ever been this entire week.

Of course, ignoring the fact that it's only two weeks into the new semester, and I've already missed out on two lectures. I missed the first lecture coz it was at 8.30 in the freaking morning, an awfully ungodly hour to hold a lecture - I do wonder why some people just don't get it - and the second one, lets just say the bed was calling out to me more than the lecture theater did.

Another thing I've been trying to hide at the very back of my head (apparently, I've allowed it to resurface again by talking about it) is that there will be a math quiz next week - personally, I think the tutor's inwardly reaping joy from our misery by reminding us about academic stress in this cunning way - and I've not prepared for it yet.

There's also this in-class assignment for Effective Communication and it's giving me the jitters. Not that my English proficiency is bad enough for me to be scared or anything, but being able to blog well and being able to write well (that includes wrtiting well for the tutor to read and therefore, I am discouraged from writing any content that might prompt her to fail me) are two entirely different things.

On a lighter note, Business Law lecture was suprisingly pretty interesting. It's amazing how the government tries to make the law as fair as possible, but there are, obviously, still some loopholes.

A contract is valid when there is an offer, an accptance, has intentions to sue when the contract is breached, and with consideration.

Yay. I still remember what I learnt.

Should I be a lawyer instead if an engineer?

I've noticed there are lots of egoistic idiots throwing huge chunks of cash at their lawyers just because of measly conflicts.

Something's been bugging me for a long time, and I can't stand it any longer. Allow me to interrupt myself:

The letter "E" on this keyboard just won't come out unless I hit it hard enough.

It's so awfully annoying that I don't car anymor and I think I'll just ingor th fact that this sntnc just looks wird without th lttr "ih" (Th "ih" in this sntnc is actually pronouncd as a crtain lttr that cannot b typd hr coz th kyboard dosn't allow asy accss to it).

Stupid keyboard.

And now, my happy weekend mood is ruined.

Lsson lrnt: Nvr, vr blog on wknds. You'll nvr know whn it's gonna b th sourc of your misry for th rst of th wk.

Lost and found

The only time I have to blog is in the wee hours in the morning.

*sigh*

Anyway, I've just recalled about this incident last Saturday (I was planning to blog about it but I guess I got too busy) when I carelessly alighted the public bus while leaving my phone behind.

It was about 20 minutes later that I realised that my phone wasn't in my bag.

Panic overwhelmed me. *Isn't that an overused sentence?*

I was at church at that time, so I borrowed somebody's cell phone to call my own but it got into my voice mail. I couldn't call anyone else coz I never did bother memorising anyone's phone numbers. I thought my phone had enough memory for that; my brain cells are reserved for more important stuff, like remembering to check for my belongings before alighting the bus.

So much for saving my brain.

After service was over, I quickly logged onto MSN using the church's computer (thank goodness for technology!!) and began desperately nudging everyone I knew. I finally got Wan Theng to give me K's phone number, whom I then called using another person's phone, coz I was supposed to meet up with K at Orchard Road after church and without my phone, it was going to be rather hard.

Phoneless, I took a cab to the Orchard MRT station, where I waited for a whole 45 minutes (all while coming to the sad realisation that I couldn't very well live without my phone) for K to arrive.

When K arrived, he told me that Angela had called him, saying that my phone had been found.

Turns out that the bus driver found my phone, randomly called somebody from my phonebook (Angela, in this case) so that she could contact me to inform me about it, and then returned the phone to the Service Counter at the Boon Lay MRT station.

That night, I finally got my phone back.

Not before some verification, of course.

The guy at the counter requested for my identity card, peered at it for a long time, asked for some personal photos, browsed through my pictures in my phone, and even viewed one of my stupid videos with me singing 'Happy Birthday' in a retarded kind of way. He compared the images from my phone with my (fugly) face on my identity card for such a long time, I thought he was going to tell me that my photo on my identity card didn't match the ones in my phone.

It was pretty embarassing.

So now, I'm at www.sbstransit.com.sg to commend the honest bus driver, Yap Chai Li.

"Tenjewberrymuds."

Dream Story.

A stupid book which cost $22.50, despite the (oh-so-apparent) fact that it's so freaking thin (only 143 pages) and tiny that I finished reading it in a few hours.

I had to buy it anyway, coz it's supposed to be the text book to my "What is Cinema?" elective course.

Ha, ha.

You think academic stuff influences my decisions that strongly?

I bought it out of curiosity.

I was wondering so badly why my lecturer had to pick that overly-priced yet oh-so-thin book as our text, that I irrationally bought it.

***

Stress is getting at me (yes, again) and I'm wishing I had 48 hours a day to get my tutorials done on time.

Nobody ever understands that a university student ought to be legally given access to more hours per day.

I scarcely have enough time for my blog.

However, I feel guilty if I don't update my blog for an extended period of time.

Yes, that's how passionate I am about blogging, coz it's one of the possible sources of my main income in the near future.

LOL.

Due to lack of good time management, I find that I have not allocated enough time for my blog and I am therefore about to do something very, very, very sinful here.

I am about to copy and paste something from another source, something I swore to myself I'd never resort to coz as I see it, copying from another source degrades myself and my originality.

Anyway, screw it. Here's something interesting I received from a forwarded e-mail:

To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. You will understand what 'tenjewberrymuds' means by the end of the conversation. This has been nominated for the best email of 2007.
> >
> > The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:
> >
> >
> > Room Service (RS): "Morrin. - Roon sirbees."
> >
> > Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service. "
> >
> > RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"
> >
> > G: "Uh..yes.I'd like some bacon and eggs."
> >
> > RS: "Ow July den?"
> >
> > G: "What??"
> >
> > RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"
> >
> > G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them?
> > Sorry, scrambled please."
> >
> > RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"
> >
> > G: "Crisp will be fine."
> >
> > RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"
> >
> > G: "What?"
> >
> > RS:"An toes. July Sahn toes?"
> >
> > G: "I don't think so."
> >
> > RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"
> >
> > G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."
> >
> > RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"
> >
> > G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."
> >
> > RS: "We bodder?"
> >
> > G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."
> >
> > RS: "Wad! ?"
> >
> > G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."
> >
> > RS: "Copy?"
> >
> > G: "Excuse me?"
> >
> > RS: "Copy...tea. ..meel?"
> >
> > G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."
> >
> > RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin w bodder on sigh and copy....rye? ?"
> >
> > G: "Whatever you say."
> >
> > RS: "Tenjewberrymuds. "
> >
> > G : "You're very welcome."

Jackson oh Jackson

Just for laughs. No offense, Jackson. =)

Eh, what is he crapping about, ah?????

Oh!! Understand liao!!!!!

Last day of hols

Sorry for the late update. Was awfully busy with... you know... stuff.

Add drop period is on and I'm desperately checking out the vacancies to register for the courses I want. No, not really what I want, but the electives we are given to 'freely' pick.

Like how I know I'm really bad at anything to do with business, but I still have to pick a business-related elective.

If anyone of you decides to drop Business Finance, please let me know. I'm desperate!!!!!!!

Also, to all MAE 1st year students, please also let me know if you decide to change your index numbers. My timetable sucks.

My exam results sucked. Now that I've done moping, I can finally muster up my courage to announce to you that my GPA for the first semester is...

3.34.

Fucking low.

Academic stuff aside, K and I had a sort of 'outing' last Sunday, to commemorate the last day of holidays.

We went to JP for lunch, and then I got him a Sony mp4 player:
Of course, I got him the black one. I'm just posting a pink version of it here coz I wished I could buy him a pink one, but he insisted that he wanted the black.

=(

Then, we went to Vivo to get me a personalized stuffed animal from the Build-A-Bear Workshop to get me a late (and its awfully late, like say, eight months late) birthday present.

First, we picked out the animal we wanted. There were lots of different kinds of bears and other animals, I had an awfully hard time picking out the one I really wanted. Finally, I picked this:

Next, we picked a sound for it (so now everytime I squeeze its right paw, it goes "I love you!! I love you!!") and I even gave it a heart that goes 'dup-dup, dup-dup' when you press its chest. The beating heart alone cost $10 already.

Then, we gave it a real heart. One that would supposedly give it life and makes the rabbit really mine. Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but its nice to know that there's something meaningful behind all these bear-making stuff, and that there's actually a nice, solemn ritual that makes spending $80 on a stuffed animal all worth while.

I picked out a bright red heart and rubbed it, kissed it, let K kiss it, and then squeezed it hard while I made a wish.

*As the heart goes into the bear, may my wish come true.*

Then, we shopped for its clothes.

I picked out a bathrobe for it coz it was soft and comfy.

Besides, I don't think I'd want to hug a rabbit wearing a lacy tutu or a sequin-embedded punk dress to sleep at night.

Bathrobes make stuffed animals seem more homely, don't you think?

I love it's furry rabbit bathroom slippers, too.

They were awfully hard to put on.

I even bought it a cute Hello Kitty underwear which cost $6.90:

I know it won't be actually visible under it's bathrobe, but if people wear undies, why not my stuffed animal? I brought it to life, so there.

I named it Fifu.

I know it's a weird name, but I couldn't think of any better ones.

Then, K and I went back to JP, shopped a bit for my CNY clothes, and took silly photos (which cost us $8!!!) at the photo booth at the arcade. You can view them at my Friendster profile.

Finally, we watched Yes Man before heading back to get ready for class the next day.

I'm going to get a GPA of 5.1 this semester!!!!!

Welcoming 2009

Ahh... The first day of 2009. The sun is shining brightly, birds are chirping, and NTU is such a quiet and serene place to be.

I even managed to see the first sunrise of the year before falling asleep at 7 in the morning.

=)

Yesterday's celebration went pretty much how I expected it to go.

On the eve of New Year's day, I woke up at 9 a.m. to catch a flight back to Singapore. Finally arrived back at my room at 4 p.m., took a quick shower, unpacked my stuff, and went to JP at 5.30 p.m. for some shopping.

I bought a paintbrush eyeliner, a box of blusher, a stick of eyeshadow, and a bottle of nutrients I'm supposed to apply on my eyelashes on a daily basis so that they will grow longer and thicker.

All from the Face Shop.

Damn ex la.

Looking forward to thicker and longer lashes!!!

Then, at 6 p.m., I met up with Sin Wei and we went to Vivo City to meet the others.

We didn't do much, except for playing truth or dare, going for toilet trips, and snack hunting. With a little bit of alcohol to complete the picture. That went on for four hours, and then we whooped as the fireworks went off at midnight.

After that, my feet began to hurt so badly I had to walk barefooted. At least I wasn't drunk.

We squeezed our way through the MRT station and arrived at Clarke.

There were lots of booze, boobs, and cigarette smoke.

We pretty much walked around aimlessly and then waited damn freaking long for a bus to take us back.

At 5 a.m., we arrived at City Harvest, where we had our supper/breakfast.

I walked all the way from City Harvest to Hall 8 barefooted, coz my feet was hurting like hell.

Not to mention, I was tired, sleepy, sticky, and icky.

When I finally got back at 6a.m., I took a bath, did my laundry, disturbed Zhi Vern in her room, and caught a glimpse of the first sunrise of 2009 before falling asleep.

Hence, the commencement of 2009.

Happy New Year, people.

Photos coming soon.