Alvin Teo, the nene of the century smsed me in the afternoon, totally catching me off guard and cause me to have a near-heart failure.
The results were out.
Why did he have to tell me?! If he didn't tell me, I would have spent my afternoon going out jogging or doing something healthy instead of sitting on my bed poised over my handphone anxiously waiting for the dreaded "R" word.
Enough of the drama.
The results came out. And........ phew, i did okay. I mean, okay for me. I got all Bs and one C+. For an average Singaporean living in Singapore, that's pretty decent! (But if I lived in Australia or America, I'd be dead. I'd be bawling my eyes out wondering what I did to deserve the travesty of the dreaded Bs) So anyways, I made cupcakes in celebration of my oh-so-average results and spent my day moping about why Ikea didn't call me instead. I felt like pulling an Izzy and lying on my bathroom floor. Of course I didn't! I baked instead.
Mini chocolate muffins about the width of a 50 cents coin. So teeny-tinyly cute.I even made icing. Now how much of a home-maker am I?!
Oh but I am depressed. I found out my GPA too. And of course it did improve. By 0.1. Which makes no freaking difference. I'm a 2.59 now.
Don't get me started on why they can't jut round it off to a 2.6. But even if it were a 2.6, my GPA is still pretty crap. You won't see NUS jumping the gun and dragging me into their course. Nooo... Cleo magazine hasn't even replied my email about an internship!
The world is against me.
No wonder I feel so bummed out all the time. Like the world could end.
Jeez. How depressing.
Now if it weren't for Jihan, I'd might have already died. We went exploring Haji Lane and Arab Street and Kampong Glam. It was very fun. We got all sweaty and found a bunch of obscure fun shops. Now if we could just find another place to explore...
But I digress!
I apologise. I shall continue with my complaining.
So NUS will never take me in with my grades, neither will NTU. How will I tell my father? He who has high hopes for me will probably throw a fit that NTU and NUS refuses to take me in. You know, I really regret not studying during my second semester. If I did, my GPA wouldn't have dropped from a 2.8 to a 2.4. Now my future is pretty much set in stone.
The stone of failure.
Oh shoot me! Kill me! Say it isn't so!
You know, in my dream world, where everything's safe and happy: My GPA is a spanking 4.0 and NTU and NUS are vying for me, along with 5 ivy league schools. I'd written a Harry Potter worthy novel and Oprah wanted me on her show. Oh and Kim Kibum and I were dating. and Mitch Hewer was a third wheel.
Oh joy.
But who am I kidding? This is the real world. Life stinks and Dumbledore is gay.
Whatever.
Did I mentioned the Amanda week has gone down the drain and my room is STILL a mess?
- Novel writing, here I come -
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
The Amanda Week
Well, my room's in shambles, my writing life, a mess, my clothes, overflowing, my books, cracking my shelves, my bags, squashed into a corner. My DVDs and VCDs, they are everywhere, my cellgroup commitments, dead. my hats, piled on one another.
What does this sound like?
A job for... aMANduh! The newest superheroine of her time, aMANduh needs to pick up the pace on her household chores etcetera etcetera.
Thank goodness for aMANduh, her super hot, super cool, super awesome alter-ego Amanda Jayne is on holiday. Best time ever to start!
Hence, the next week will be dedicated to saving the world! (well, just aMANduh's world for the moment)
The schedule:
Monday: VCD and DVD collection
Tuesday: Clothes
Wednesday: Books
Thursday: Cell group cards
Friday: Room clean up!
Saturday: Write
Sunday: SLACK and look for a job
Wow. Isn't that exciting? Give me a whoowhoo!
- baking is next -
What does this sound like?
A job for... aMANduh! The newest superheroine of her time, aMANduh needs to pick up the pace on her household chores etcetera etcetera.
Thank goodness for aMANduh, her super hot, super cool, super awesome alter-ego Amanda Jayne is on holiday. Best time ever to start!
Hence, the next week will be dedicated to saving the world! (well, just aMANduh's world for the moment)
The schedule:
Monday: VCD and DVD collection
Tuesday: Clothes
Wednesday: Books
Thursday: Cell group cards
Friday: Room clean up!
Saturday: Write
Sunday: SLACK and look for a job
Wow. Isn't that exciting? Give me a whoowhoo!
- baking is next -
Friday, September 5, 2008
FARTING
Clara sorta recently posted a post on farting.
Flatulence, what a fascinating topic, it's like a sacred topic that plebeians violate in public while the upper class violate it in the privacy of their own rooms. How exciting.
I remember there was this one time I was in Australia, and I came across this shirt that had 25 pictures of bums with air puffs emitting from the cheeks. Then they had names to each. There was the Silent But Deadly (household favourite), SkillSaw Fart (it vibrates the farter), Splatter Fart (let's just say air isn't the only thing coming out), Stutter Fart (a butt with a verbal problem!) and a ton more. It was very funny, and strangely, my family and I can remember it up to this very day. *Awww!!*
But whatever your fart preference is, I just want you to know, no one judges you. Even if you choose the sonic boom fart. Sure, it might smell shit (literally), and have strength to light a match, but everyone has to fart sometimes!
Even soap opera people fart! (speaking of soap opera people: they are the most plastic looking people ever! There's this guy in General Hospital who looks like a live-version of Ken, Barbie's ex-boyfriend. How weird is that?!)
Anyways: Check out the video. People farting on national television.
Told you everyone farts!
But yeah, farting totally blows. (harhar, couldn't resist the pun) Can you imagine if you're out on a first date and you're exchanging googly eyes at each other, you think it's just you and him. You lose control of your senses, he sighs and you- "PLLLARRRTT..." You let one rip. In front of him! Oh the pain! The shame! He looks at you grimacing uncomfortably and calls for the bill, while you were still chewing on your Chocolate Mousse! Then never again do you see him. Except for when you accidently bump into him, yet he can't be around you, there's too much bad air surrounding your relationship. (I couldn't resist this pun either!)
But never fear! Farting is for everyone! That situation up there will probably never happen to you.
- blow me down! -
Flatulence, what a fascinating topic, it's like a sacred topic that plebeians violate in public while the upper class violate it in the privacy of their own rooms. How exciting.
I remember there was this one time I was in Australia, and I came across this shirt that had 25 pictures of bums with air puffs emitting from the cheeks. Then they had names to each. There was the Silent But Deadly (household favourite), SkillSaw Fart (it vibrates the farter), Splatter Fart (let's just say air isn't the only thing coming out), Stutter Fart (a butt with a verbal problem!) and a ton more. It was very funny, and strangely, my family and I can remember it up to this very day. *Awww!!*
But whatever your fart preference is, I just want you to know, no one judges you. Even if you choose the sonic boom fart. Sure, it might smell shit (literally), and have strength to light a match, but everyone has to fart sometimes!
Even soap opera people fart! (speaking of soap opera people: they are the most plastic looking people ever! There's this guy in General Hospital who looks like a live-version of Ken, Barbie's ex-boyfriend. How weird is that?!)
Anyways: Check out the video. People farting on national television.
Told you everyone farts!
But yeah, farting totally blows. (harhar, couldn't resist the pun) Can you imagine if you're out on a first date and you're exchanging googly eyes at each other, you think it's just you and him. You lose control of your senses, he sighs and you- "PLLLARRRTT..." You let one rip. In front of him! Oh the pain! The shame! He looks at you grimacing uncomfortably and calls for the bill, while you were still chewing on your Chocolate Mousse! Then never again do you see him. Except for when you accidently bump into him, yet he can't be around you, there's too much bad air surrounding your relationship. (I couldn't resist this pun either!)
But never fear! Farting is for everyone! That situation up there will probably never happen to you.
- blow me down! -
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Fashion
I'm sad.
Really sad.
Not because I don't have a boyfriend! Not because Grey's Anatomy has started yet! BUT BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD RIVER ISLAND.
I've never wanted to go into the shop because it looks to high-end. I was right. One small step for Singapore's high income people, a giant step for Amanda. I went crazy and decided that maybe just maybe I might be able to afford something there.
Walking in was like walking into Utopia for fashion-wannabes. "Young Folks" (you can click the link to listen) by Peter Bjorn and John was playing! Yes that's right, the very first song from Episode 1 of GOSSIP GIRL! And when I turned my head to the left, there it was, a dress similar to the one that Blake Lively wore to the Teen Choice Awards. It was a rich purple, toga dress. ARGH. How I longed to touch the smooth smooth material that was calling out to me.
But of course, I could never afford it, why tempt myself right? So i made my way to the cottons. They're bound to be cheaper right? Wrong, the first shirt I picked up, cotton, plain, black. It costs 66 dollars. $66!! Who would WANT to buy it?! I could get the same on for 5 dollars at Bedok Interchange.
But then, I found a great outfit there, long sleeve shirt, grey sleeveless top to wear over, and denim shorts. SO NICE. I was tempted to stuff it into my bag and run out of the shop. But no! Because I'm morally upright I walked out sniffing sadly. (haha who am i kidding?) The entire outfit would have cost about 200 bucks.
You can just kill me now.
Why?! WHY DO THEY TORTURE ME SO?! Tempting me with my new fav. television show bits and pieces! Tempting me with pretty pretty clothes that are so so soft and so so pretty.
Another company I like that torture me, Urban Outfitters. Here's the thing, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE IN SINGAPORE. And besides if they had one, I'll never be able to afford anything anyway. I saw this razor-back hoodie that looked so pretty, but they don't ship to Singapore.
No. No. It's okay. I don't need comforting. JUST GET ME TO HARBOURTOWN FOR CHRISTMAS. I love harbourtown, they have topshop clothes for like 5 freaking dollars. SO AWESOME.
And I wanna go buy hats. I seem to have developed a weird obsession with them lately. I have like 4 caps, 2 page boy caps, and I borrowed Nazrin's fedora. It's just so pretty, and it goes with my silver vest. TSK. I wanna get MORE.
ONE DAY RIVER ISLAND! One day I'll walk in and buy a WHOLE outfit! *cue evil laughter* nothing NOTHING will stop me!
- the evils of shopping -
Really sad.
Not because I don't have a boyfriend! Not because Grey's Anatomy has started yet! BUT BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD RIVER ISLAND.
I've never wanted to go into the shop because it looks to high-end. I was right. One small step for Singapore's high income people, a giant step for Amanda. I went crazy and decided that maybe just maybe I might be able to afford something there.
Walking in was like walking into Utopia for fashion-wannabes. "Young Folks" (you can click the link to listen) by Peter Bjorn and John was playing! Yes that's right, the very first song from Episode 1 of GOSSIP GIRL! And when I turned my head to the left, there it was, a dress similar to the one that Blake Lively wore to the Teen Choice Awards. It was a rich purple, toga dress. ARGH. How I longed to touch the smooth smooth material that was calling out to me.
But of course, I could never afford it, why tempt myself right? So i made my way to the cottons. They're bound to be cheaper right? Wrong, the first shirt I picked up, cotton, plain, black. It costs 66 dollars. $66!! Who would WANT to buy it?! I could get the same on for 5 dollars at Bedok Interchange.
But then, I found a great outfit there, long sleeve shirt, grey sleeveless top to wear over, and denim shorts. SO NICE. I was tempted to stuff it into my bag and run out of the shop. But no! Because I'm morally upright I walked out sniffing sadly. (haha who am i kidding?) The entire outfit would have cost about 200 bucks.
You can just kill me now.
Why?! WHY DO THEY TORTURE ME SO?! Tempting me with my new fav. television show bits and pieces! Tempting me with pretty pretty clothes that are so so soft and so so pretty.
Another company I like that torture me, Urban Outfitters. Here's the thing, THEY DON'T HAVE ONE IN SINGAPORE. And besides if they had one, I'll never be able to afford anything anyway. I saw this razor-back hoodie that looked so pretty, but they don't ship to Singapore.
No. No. It's okay. I don't need comforting. JUST GET ME TO HARBOURTOWN FOR CHRISTMAS. I love harbourtown, they have topshop clothes for like 5 freaking dollars. SO AWESOME.
And I wanna go buy hats. I seem to have developed a weird obsession with them lately. I have like 4 caps, 2 page boy caps, and I borrowed Nazrin's fedora. It's just so pretty, and it goes with my silver vest. TSK. I wanna get MORE.
ONE DAY RIVER ISLAND! One day I'll walk in and buy a WHOLE outfit! *cue evil laughter* nothing NOTHING will stop me!
- the evils of shopping -
Monday, September 1, 2008
just because I have nothing to say
Lai is taking his driving test tomorrow. (I mean today)
I'm jealous!
Why was I born in October?! Now I gotta wait for about 6 months before I can take my test =( If I had a car... What would I get?
Truth is, I don't know, I'll probably ask one of my car-crazy friends to decide for me and shell out the money that I don't have.
Argh, the holidays make me feel so "nua..." that's the word we use to describe Clara's house. It's very nua.
Nua: Passivity. Feeling very lazy in a cosy way
e.g. "Wah... I wanna go to Clara's house and sleep! It's so nua..."
I like ra's house man. Today I'm gonna spend time there watching really emo flicks. (Cause I'm supposed to bring it there.)
Anyway, it's the month of September! Do you know what this means?
It means all the television shows are coming back! *clapclapclap*
House, Grey's Anatomy, Greek, Gossip Girl, Supernatural, H20, Ugly Betty, Heroes etc etc...
All the wonders of television are coming back and I'm raving about them. YAY Thank God for the holidays, otherwise I won't be able to catch up to them.
- I get incoherent when I'm around you -
I'm jealous!
Why was I born in October?! Now I gotta wait for about 6 months before I can take my test =( If I had a car... What would I get?
Truth is, I don't know, I'll probably ask one of my car-crazy friends to decide for me and shell out the money that I don't have.
Argh, the holidays make me feel so "nua..." that's the word we use to describe Clara's house. It's very nua.
Nua: Passivity. Feeling very lazy in a cosy way
e.g. "Wah... I wanna go to Clara's house and sleep! It's so nua..."
I like ra's house man. Today I'm gonna spend time there watching really emo flicks. (Cause I'm supposed to bring it there.)
Anyway, it's the month of September! Do you know what this means?
It means all the television shows are coming back! *clapclapclap*
House, Grey's Anatomy, Greek, Gossip Girl, Supernatural, H20, Ugly Betty, Heroes etc etc...
All the wonders of television are coming back and I'm raving about them. YAY Thank God for the holidays, otherwise I won't be able to catch up to them.
- I get incoherent when I'm around you -
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