Operation Clean-Up

It's amazing how much stuff we buy a year. And what is even more remarkable is the amount of stuff we actually need to get by. All through last night and this afternoon, I was clearing out all those junk in my study room and bedroom. Call it clearing up. But I consider it more of declaring war on my personal belongings.

Day 1

My mum bought me this utility tray after I made a conscious decision to tidy up everything. I piled up skincare and cosmetics from everywhere. Literally everywhere. In front of the mirror, in the drawer, some random corner of the desk.. you name it, I have it.

Throughout this tedious and fatiguing process of tidying, a sense of guilt and utmost remorse crept into me.

Damn. Why did I even buy this freaking item in the first place? Sigh. Thirty dollars. I could have saved it up. Bit by bit, I could have been swamped in mountains of cash. Now, I am simply dumping it into the bin. Does cash converters accept moisturisers? Damn. I haven't even used this more than once and now it is in the bins? What happened to me then? What possessed me into buying this? If only I could turn back time. I promise I wouldn't buy this. When the hell did I buy this?

And the list goes on. This vicious repetition of nagging and grave castigation by the inner voice kept me busy. By the end of the night, I had two bags of junk.

Among the most prominent in the junk list are:

2 mascaras, 1 lip gloss, 4 pimple creams, 1 pressed powder, 1 blusher, 3 nail polishes, 1 empty moisturiser bottle (From ages ago. I like this bottle from Biotherm alot. And hence, even when used up six months ago, I didn't want to throw it away.), 2 boxes of contact lens, 3 trial sized contact lens solution.

Those that are in the I-feel-like-kicking-myself-for-buying-this list are:

1 bronzer which doubles up as an eyeshadow (I really want to kill myself for buying this. Freaking expensive. And ended up making me look like I just ran a marathon. I look freaking old. In short, I look like a crypt keeper.), 1 loose powder (For this, I think I deserve to be condemned to hell. This is the most expensive of all my cosmetics. I got tricked into buying this by the Estee Lauder girl. The most freaking useless item one person can ever own. Give me back my 55 bucks please!), 1 whitening essence (Useless too. Bought it because I heard about all these good reviews about ZA. Useless on the face, though. I am going to try it on my mosquito scars tonight. See what it can do.), 1 orange blusher. (Hell. What was I thinking? I can just picture Elle Woods reproaching me: Whoever says orange is the new pink needs a serious checkup.)

Argh! I just want to scream. I don't understand what I have been thinking for the last two years. Why did I even buy these junk? I can be so consumed in my own thinking. Thinking that I need this and I need that. Truth is there is nothing that I absolutely cannot live without. I mean my survival doesn't depends on what is now in the dumps, right?

Day 2

I devoted the second day to clearing up my desk. Notes, files, books, magazines. It is not that I never clean up my desk. It is more of how I think I will need this in the future and hence, I shall not throw them away. Bank statements, past school results slips, university admissions statements.

The most interesting things that I found from among the drawers were these tiny souvenirs, gifts and cards from friends, classmates and teachers during my primary school, secondary school and JC days.

I found keychains and this tiny cubes with letters on them that you can mix and match together to form your name. This was from Shiyun, Valentina, Wan-ling and Xiuli during my Sec 2 years. We were the bestest pals then because all of us were classmates and fellow band members.

And then there were these Hello Kitty Stickers, pencils, erasers in the shape of a bear and a picture of a certain Little Swallow in My Fair Princess given to me as a present by my younger sister. To clarify things, I was never a fan of her. I don't even know whether to laugh when I saw these things. Amazing how kids our age then thinks.

Then there was this gruelling and backbreaking task of literal cleaning up. My desk was so filthy and shrouded in dust that I started breaking out in rashes soon after Operation Clean-up was over. Sigh. I am absolutely tired now. Can't think of any better ending to this entry other than good-bye for now.

Food. VS. Christmas.

This the season to be feasting. Lalalalala lalalala. Goodness. Best way to burst an entire year of calorie counting is Christmas. I, finished one bag of Lays Barbeque in one day and had a (oily and fattening) dinner of fish and chips. I am ready to de-toxify and purge myself now. Sigh.

My home will be turned into a madhouse tomorrow because my dear sister is bringing her friends over. Along with vodka and wine. Gosh. According to her, there will be enough food for everybody. Which I absolutely agree, judging from a preview of what they plan to bring over. In fact, it is enough to feed a battalion of people. And hence, no need for us (younger sister and me) to order pizza. Joy. Way to spoil our Christmas plan.

I grew up reading about Santa Claus, elves, fairies, reindeers, Disher, Dancer and Prancer when I was a kid. And no, I was not silly enough to believe such things. But I still imagined that I was the kid in the book. Santa would park his sleigh outside our window, at the tenth floor of our block. Waiting to bring me to his toy making factory every Christmas. In his factory, elves (wearing green Santa suit, don't ask me why, just green) would be busy making toys for children who behaved themselves. Too much Enid Blyton and curse of an over-imaginative mind. Haha. Anyway, I still hope that Santa will find me tonight. I have been a good girl this year, by the way. I wouldn't mind if you get me an iPod. If not an iPod Nano will do too. Again no? Then a $50 Borders book voucher will do. I have been waiting to lay my hands on a couple of books. So, Mr. Claus, please please pretty please? Hee. Happy Christmas, all!

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Perhaps its the weather. Or maybe its the bells and the mellow caroling from Christmas songs. It is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas! I am starting to get into a sentimental mood. So pardon the figurative language cos I am getting into the mood. I love how the harsh winds and occasional spray of raindrops are splashing on my skin now. We will never get to experience winter in Singapore but a 23 degree celcious temperature will do.

I would love to fall asleep now. Perfect weather for a slumbering session. But I know that if I do, the precious time of this wintery holiday feel will wane away. Instead, I sit in front of the television, watching enough television to fill its worth. Christmas is never complete without good old movies like Serendipity and Home Alone. Whoopee! I am going to watch them tomorrow. And guess what? I am going to eat chocolates. Screw the diet plan. At least till after CNY. Urphs!

And then, I feel a sense of forlorn. Because school is going to start in 2 weeks time. Damn it. Ended my exams late and start school earlier. I just feel like moaning and groaning now. I love the holidays as it is.

This is a relatively senseless post, I know. Just some random thoughts. Besides, this blog needs serious updating. And if I am not back blogging, Happy Christmas! For now, that's it, folks!

Back Again. 26/02 Gathering.

Aloha! I am back. In case you are wondering, my exams ended 2 weeks ago. However, I couldn't blog because my internet connection at home was messed up. Hence, my desertion of this blog. But don't fret! I am back and with a new skin. It's pink! Sweet, don't you think? Everybody say Awww..

I spent 2 freaking weeks embroiled in the inexplicable and enigmatic world of reading computer and instruction manuals. Many a times, I wondered how IT geeks do it. In this baffling process of dicephering computer jargons and their meanings, I swear I lost many hair from my incessant hair-pulling sessions. And guess what? With the aid of an IT engineer from the helpdesk, I, yes me, finally undid this Gordian's Knot.

To my dear sisters, please and pretty please do not touch the internet settings again. The both of you owe me a lot of hair.

Anyway, in this 2 weeks of living as a hermit in The Other World, I found myself back in school on many occasions. Just to use the internet and check my e-mails from my Professors. Sigh. I think I am cursed to be trapped in SMU. Sigh.

Enough of my laments. I met up with the (incomplete) 26/02 folks. This time, it was no more Sentosa! No more sun, salt and sand. In came smoke and sweat. Argh! Actually I think it was my fault. I told Qimin about my fear of the sun and its effect on skin during the last Sentosa trip so this time it was a barbeque at night! At twins' rich aunt's condominium. Call me the perfect epitome of suaku-ness. But I was damn impressed and inspired to move into one apartment myself.

We were supposed to take pictures of the beautiful toilet but ended up photo-whoring in front of the mirror.

Finally. The toilet with a LCD television inside. The walls are mirror-fronted.

Tze Chia and I continue to be fascinated by the mirrors.

The only 4 girls of the advanced party.

Chao Chia and Qimin.

3 of the four guys in the advanced party.

And he says: Gao can cook, so can you!

Qimin's banana bacon. Nice but difficult to eat.

This came out a little blur. But I like the color.

Us. 26/02.

Even though it was a smoke-infested and pore-clogging barbeque gathering, I had fun. Thank you min for organizing this gathering. Hopefully there will be a next one soon. Though I think I will probably object vehemently if there is to be a barbeque again. And thank you twins for the ride home. Miss you guys and hope to see you soon!

That's all folks!