16, thursday
psych exam.. questions were damn bloody f***ed up17, fri
have to start packing and cleaning up mark's place.
spent last night being paranoid that something really horrendous would happen to me at the SUV Laundromat since the streets were deathly quiet at 1145pm, not a single soul in sight and me alone in the Laundromat where ANYONE could just walk in and aduct me.
couldn't decide what to wear to the airport
finally settled on the black tube top with embroidered flower trimmings with jeans.
bought mom her mint aero chocolate, which was daylight robbery, figures it WAS the airport.
fri/sat
arrived home. parents out for the entire weekend with mom's organised silent retreat.
bet she's bursting to talk, correction, nag at people.
hung out with ness and derek, showing the 18 tees i bought from jayjays on thurs.
watched loads of tv with my bro, chasing derek round the house for kisses. no avail.
all 3 of us went psychotic.
listened to ed go on and on factoring the man utd vs. liverpool into our plans. dinner arrangements still a blank, but from 8 till early 10 plus, he wants to head to the red bar *blaaagh* (it's the sg man utd HQ) then after get drinks at harry's since i've been bugging him for a million years.
went to bed early which ness and derek could not stop laughing about. hello! jet lag!
18, sat
woke up at 7.
jumped on derek's bed for a change. got shoved into the space between the wall and his bed. stuck there for a couple of mins. derek placed animals all over me and kept prodding his poor sister.
walked around the house lamenting about kokokrunch. ness most likely planning attempt on my life for that.
played the piano for about an hour, practised fur elise, then ness HAD to come show off she could play it better than me.
spent the afternoon whining to ed trying to manipulate him to NOT watch the man utd match. result: wasted 2 hours. all isn't lost - managed to convince him to watch the match at my house instead. note. i DON"T HAVE the sports channels. so spent another half an hour trying to settle with the starhub cable people. got all info needed.
tidied up room in preparation of ed coming over. anticipating a heart attack over him being 'botak'.
ness terrorised ed before leaving for her party. she could NOT stop screaming at ed's hair.
derek came into the room upon seeing ed's hair he stumbled and fell against the cupboard.
and me?
i had NO reaction! instead thought he looked kinda hot in a warped way. somewhat more 'manly' hmmm. right.
derek and ed watched tv then dragged ed to play worms with him. stupid game lasted for almost half an hour. so had to sit at the side then simultaneously feed the two boys pizza.
pleaded and begged for me to get channel 24 to watch 'the game of the year'.
ed still in awe that the pizza was homemade.
in between mouthfuls, he heaped tons of praises on analyn.
said he now had incentive to marry me cause of my maid's cooking, and the fact that he and derek get on splendidly.
popping kokokrunch that ed got for me.
805 still on hold with the cable company, ed continuously lamented that being put on hold for 2 mins meant we wouldn't get the channel, started catastrophising that he would miss the match, bodering on hysteria that it was too late to get to the red bar since it would be packed.
as promised by starhub cable, got the channel at 820.
heart was broken when discovered that derek's A MAN UTD FAN.
woe is me.
first 20 mins: boring as hell. predict that match would be 2-1 in liverpool's favour. exiled from the room by the boys for saying that.
they relented when i brought in ice cream with bags of marshmallows, banananut crunch, chocolate chips, whole ice cream cones and crushed toasted ice cream cones.
fell asleep on the floor cause derek won't let me sleep on the bed. cause i would be taking up weewee's place.
sharp hipbones made it impossible to sleep properly on the floor. went to sleep on ness bed.
ed came into her room after the match ended. his expression told me that my prediction was partially right. tried comforting him didn't work since i couldn't stop laughing.
talked for bout an hour.
then he went home.
ness came back, complained that i warmed up her side of the bed.
19 sun
overslept for church.
when the alarm rang i asked ness if we were to wake up, she mumbled death threats at me then went back to sleep. snooze button later alarm rang again, ness told me to off it. 10 mins later she bolted up realising that we all were going to be late.
rushed to 815, made it in time for sermon.
met denise and val, then bounced for mins on end, think we gave brandon a headache watching us continuously slapping each others hands
offered val assistance for her fashion design project, planning on lending her my vogue magazines
nise, ness and i headed to farrer and had tao hui, toa payoh's one is HEAPS better
all 3 of us reached my place, since analyn already cooked lunch decided to eat at home instead.
talked and gossiped then had lunch in front of the tv, there was some really messed up version of wizard of oz featuring the muppets which was the most disturbing thing i've ever watched.
denise walked in whilst i was checking out my eyebrows then got to the whole hair removal part of the afternoon.
tried introducing her to warm waxing strips to which she refused citing the excuse of low pain threshold, then revelaed one of the greatest breakthrough of hair removal.
EPILATOR!
so spent a while being a philips beautycare spokesperson.
coverted her into a well.... convert.
tried persuading her to epilate more of her leg hair but she replied that her mom being a staunch advocate of getting such things done professionally in the salon, would really notice her sudden smooth hairfree legs and basically not be pleased.
dad left for KL around 4, he would have terrorised poor nise to death if i hadn't intervene.
after more fiddling around and girly catching up, her mom picked her up to send nise to some rj choir thing at 5.
mom returned from her retreat absolutely knackered, then analyn and i spent the next hour or so cleaning, organising and packing all of the foodstuff mom had brought back from the retreat. ness was rummaging through the fridges looking for leftovers to heat up for our dinner.
weekend 1 over!!
Nicknames:
Sandahahaha
Petite
Fairy
Twinklebell
Teensy
Domestic Barbie
Sydney
Credi in Te. Aspirations:
In all honesty, my dream since i was 12 is to be a museum curator in Europe.
To be surrounded by all the magnificient masterpieces and immersed in all the inspirational art history of those glorious days oh so very long ago.
Much to my surprise, my mom is very encouraging and supportive of that.
She had a good nature rib at it, and wasn't scathing or critical of it.
i half expected her to say it's a stupid impractical frivalous aspiration
but she even talked about it somewhat animatedly. Insists that it's such a typical Sandra aspiration for a cushy artsy sophisticated job.
Of course this revelation got my family exclaiming our catchphrase of 'so HC'.
She's (as does my whole family) have always known my love for art history, and it's something i have the passion for.
When i first stood in front of an actual van Gogh painting, tears started welling up in my eyes.
I was so overwhelmed, felt this connection to the painting, not just as a piece of work. it was a piece of someone's soul, their life, their torment, their dejection, their pursuit to be one step closer to God's, a fragment of everything they've ever experienced.
That moment transcended anything i've ever felt.
Artists I Admire:
van Gogh
Renior
Monet
Degas
Armand Guillaumin
Pissarro
Michaelango
Contemporary
Carly Casey Hammond
Susan Bleakley