Saturday, April 19, 2008
I am so tired.
Yesterday right after my TWC exam at 5.15pm I walked with my sickeningly heavy bag to Bugis Village. Bought a boyfriend shirt for $10! I'm just happy to be able to wear big shirts like that, comfy tights, proper shoes, and still be comfortable all year round.
Was super turned off that I had to kill time until I could meet my sis, bro-in-law and boyfriend at 8pm. 3 freaking hours. I intended to sit down at Starbucks and read my storybook until I dozed off with my big bag on my lap looking unglam. Just BORING.
Luckily I bumped into Shar, her sister and her bro-in-law at Parco Bugis. They accompanied me till my sister picked me up so I didn't feel so BORED. I just realised Shar and I share a significant number of similarities: We are the youngest of the family, have one elder sister and sister is married happily. Others: 21 years of age, born in the month of November, live 2 bus stops away from each other, attended the same polytechnic, studying in the same university now, taking the same major of Communications.
Slept overnight at sister's place, and played Wii Mario Karts (again) till 4am and ordered McDonald's breakfast before going to bed. FAT ATHENA.
Today mama made me pack my shoes because she didn't like that the shoe stand was higher than our heads. Her friend told her it's bad luck for the house. WTF. This is the second time I labelled my shoes. The first time wasn't successful because I didn't diligently take off my shoes when I came home and put them in their respective boxes. So dad and mum did it for me and of course all the shoes got mixed up and mum's shoes also landed up in my boxes. You would understand why in a while.
My shoes. My loves.
I gave them interesting names because I was so bored. Dad said to label both sides of the boxes so I could identify my shoes more clearly. Good idea.
I found out not only I have a lot of shoes, I have some slippers as well. My Birks are way too dirty but still amazingly comfortable. I hardly wear my bedroom slippers.
I really have a lot of shoes. Enough to merge with my sister and open a small shoe shop.
Truth is, I hardly wear heels anymore unless it's a special occasion or it goes with my dresses. Flats let me run to school with my laptop and heavy bag of textbook, adapter, water bottle, module files. Heels make me feel ridiculously tall and abnormal sometimes.
Yesterday right after my TWC exam at 5.15pm I walked with my sickeningly heavy bag to Bugis Village. Bought a boyfriend shirt for $10! I'm just happy to be able to wear big shirts like that, comfy tights, proper shoes, and still be comfortable all year round.
Was super turned off that I had to kill time until I could meet my sis, bro-in-law and boyfriend at 8pm. 3 freaking hours. I intended to sit down at Starbucks and read my storybook until I dozed off with my big bag on my lap looking unglam. Just BORING.
Luckily I bumped into Shar, her sister and her bro-in-law at Parco Bugis. They accompanied me till my sister picked me up so I didn't feel so BORED. I just realised Shar and I share a significant number of similarities: We are the youngest of the family, have one elder sister and sister is married happily. Others: 21 years of age, born in the month of November, live 2 bus stops away from each other, attended the same polytechnic, studying in the same university now, taking the same major of Communications.
Slept overnight at sister's place, and played Wii Mario Karts (again) till 4am and ordered McDonald's breakfast before going to bed. FAT ATHENA.
Today mama made me pack my shoes because she didn't like that the shoe stand was higher than our heads. Her friend told her it's bad luck for the house. WTF. This is the second time I labelled my shoes. The first time wasn't successful because I didn't diligently take off my shoes when I came home and put them in their respective boxes. So dad and mum did it for me and of course all the shoes got mixed up and mum's shoes also landed up in my boxes. You would understand why in a while.
My shoes. My loves.
I gave them interesting names because I was so bored. Dad said to label both sides of the boxes so I could identify my shoes more clearly. Good idea.
I found out not only I have a lot of shoes, I have some slippers as well. My Birks are way too dirty but still amazingly comfortable. I hardly wear my bedroom slippers.
I really have a lot of shoes. Enough to merge with my sister and open a small shoe shop.
Truth is, I hardly wear heels anymore unless it's a special occasion or it goes with my dresses. Flats let me run to school with my laptop and heavy bag of textbook, adapter, water bottle, module files. Heels make me feel ridiculously tall and abnormal sometimes.