a Journey

It's amazing how a box of chocolates and Peppermint Choc Chip can help make a listless month better. Especially when they're enjoyed with girlfriends who help bring a breath of fresh air, and spunk that has been sadly missing from my sluggish month. This has been a month of heavy knots in the stomach as I flipped through what seemed like endless pages of literature reviews. Thankfully, the 'torture' isn't that painful to go through anymore. In fact, it's becoming more bearable. Actually, I'm starting to find the readings useful and intriguing. I'm not sure if this is that great a sign though - it could just mean, I'm starting to be aware of how little I know. And pragmatic desperation is what helped me survive three hours of readings at Gelare's today. It's pathetically short, I know. But, it's a good start I think, because now, there's something in me that wants to carry on reading. I want to do my readings. I've done 19 articles for FYP since we've started to get serious about it. This is but the tip of the iceberg... Nerd-dom anyone?

I guess another mood booster was the DavidGoliath cap that I finally managed to wear out today. Anyway, Cha*g & Deb* are big fans of it ;) I wish for a DavidGoliath shop here. It would really help for days when we feel plain ol' dumb, and we need to have catharsis, and retail therapy just doesn't quite cut it anymore. Yes, for moments when I feel like the uglier version of a closet blonde, I need something to remind me, yes I was stupid. But it's not the end of the world. And for that, I wish we had an entire DavidGoliath shop here. Walking into their stores allows you to revel in stupidity & more for the indulgent hour or so that you're shopping with them. And I may not be as smart as I'd like to be, but there's a glimmer of hope yet.

This week has really helped dispel August's cloudiness. It's amazing how the return of the best friend, the Monday chill-out session with a very patient & indulging shifu, and the news that the personal bouncer is staying on at least till next Oct helps chase the moodiness & angst of the month away. And the fact that Yaya & Mum just baked trays of cinnamon & mocha rolls and made konnyaku jelly... It's really been a good week. Thank God.

this month...
* I've lost a friendship of 7 years because I took a gamble. I won't say I've lost because I knew that this was a probable outcome, but I won't deny it hurts all the same.
* Cut my fringe (again.) I really need to do something about this hair.
* Realised that what I've been holding out a year for really is just an illusion, in simpler terms: not worth anything. But closure is the sweetest thing in the world after all the 'what ifs'. And really, the courage to stand up for one's self is totally underrated. I think, we can be stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
* Finally had a reunion in KL with the cousins after 4 long years.
* Started FYP and Yr 4: omg. I can't believe it's the last year! :| It's panic amidst procrastination. urps.
* hic-Loof-hic At least I didn't get drunk this time. And no rashes! Alcohol is THE enemy.
* Realised how much I need the sisterhood to make the days ahead brighter.

let the pictures roll, I don't think I want to say anymore.

 Ben-Jacky's wedding-A06

KL snapshots of the cuzs :)  

Yesterday whilst helping out at the IMC (Int'l Muay Thai) event at PS, someone invited himself to sit next to me. Because I did not bother to ask his name, let's just call him, the purple idiot guy (PIG).
Never mind that he took a chair from the audience area and plopped himself down next to me as I tried to work at the event.
Never mind that he was blocking pedestrian flow.
Never mind that he said that he doesn't care what the people who hired me think.
Never mind.

Because what irked me the most, was when he asked me: So are you rich?
WTF kind of question is that?
Alright, maybe it was what came prior to this. I had complimented two Korean ladies who happened to be standing in front of me. He glanced them up and down and turned to me, and said: " They look rich. Are you rich too?"
I smiled dumbly, shook my head, and wished that a lightening bolt would strike him.
He probably took it as a good sign, because he asked next: "Do you go clubbing?"
"Velvet," I said, through clenched teeth with the smile of a clown plastered on my face.
"Wow," he said, almost getting a neck sprain from trying to stare into my face and nauseating me in the process. "You must be rich. How do you get in?"
"I pay the entrance fee of (only) SGD 20," at this point in time, all I could think of was: where was Joe?!
"Is your dad like a shareholder of Zouk?"
"No. I think you are blocking the way."
"Oh really?"

If you are wondering how the torture was so prolonged, it was because my rescuer Joe was too busy to come by, and when he did, he was laughing at PIG and the anguished look of practised patience on my face. I couldn't stab him in the eye try as I might, because there were media around. We were supposed to generate positive publicity, Perhaps if it had been a quieter day, I should have. Because the clincher came when he asked:

PIG: What's your name?
Me: Sophie
PIG: EH, why sound a bit Malay? *makes a face at the M-word*

You know what? I wish I had worn heels yesterday. MF. At least I could have claimed temporary insanity by constricted blood flow to the head.

London after Paris was a whirl. The highlight was catching Chicago, the real musical. James Duncan from Blue was the guest star : ) And I thought one of the actresses was the Changi V sort. Urps. But it was so much better than the movie, maybe cos of the chemistry and sparks that comes with a live performance.

p.s. We have found Chang's PSP. However, I still don't think Ramada should be let off the hook for the way they treated us when we reported what we thought was a possible burglary at that point in time. Thier service, or rather the lack thereof, is making me think twice in staying in their otherwise fantastic hotel.