Skinny Bitches & their talk.

Saturday started out pretty early for me considering the fact that I only managed to grab a pathetic 3 hour sleep after sending sissi off to the airport last evening. Sigh, I miss my little faggot. Now, home seems rather silent without sissi's usual blaring of 'youtube' videos. ):

Anyhow, I just got home for PS's solemnization. (By the way, I do miss him. Friggin' much alright. I swear I felt so sick of myself having to wear a fake smile and congratulate him. Life isn't fair) Pffft.
Enough of grudges. I have to sort for ways to calm myself down after the 'traumatic' experience this morning.

Method 1: Snack on Krazee Bars (I am having apricot yoghurt)
Method 2: Surf the net. (Note to self: avoid FB.)

Here we go, I was browsing through the net when I stumbled upon a pretty interesting article on "WHAT DO MODELS TALK BACK STAGE". Are you in for a JAWDROPPER?

Behold..... The "godly" topic is- FOOD.
Well, you heard me. Models talk about FOOD back stage. Astonished? You'd better be. Then again, what you hear might contradict what you see. Models appear like nothing but a bag of skin-and-bones. Agree? Now, we wonder how can they ever look so long, lean and mean even after they claim they've went on a BINGEING SPREE. I am wondering... Are you?
Let's see what VICTORIA SECRET MODELS; Chanel Iman, Anja Rubik and Marisa Miller have to say about "FOOD".


Marisa Miller
"That's all I want. Bring me a cupcake as I'm running off the runway. Just throw it to me."


Chanel Iman
"Last night, I've had a big feast. I always eat a lot, but I wanted to fill myself up and feel sexy next to these real women. Because sometimes I feel like I have a baby body!"


Anja Rubik
"I'm used to it by now. It's like, if a boob pops out, it's no biggie."

So, little girls. Now we know the truth don't we?

Prom date.

Prom took place on Monday evening @ Concorde Singapore (which the teachers claim it is in the "heart" of orchard road). Prom would have been awesome if there was a dancefloor. Sadly, it had been one emotional evening. Streaked make-up, tissue paper, tight hugs and well-wishes. Somehow or rather memories appeared to have re-lived for just that moment. And in the next, the night was soon over and everyone walked out of that ballroom, walking our seperate ways (for real).
Guess that means depending on the cyber world to keep each and everyone of us in the loop. Sigh. Now I am getting all emotional again.


Well, to lighten the mood i'll share with you more about my dress. I had designed this dress out of boredom a couple of months back and had not realized I left the piece of drawing at Uncle J's boutique so... He was such as sweetheart when he came to surprise me on Monday afternoon with a white box. I opened the box and my face beamed. I felt as if I was getting married! Inside the box was the taylor-made black dress and a pair of heels. I swear a tiny tear managed to slide its way down my cheeks. Gee, I was so touched.
Anyhow.... Credits to th dude.




That's the last time I'd put on make-up so... Enjoy the photos for now.
Shall turn in early tonight as the weather is ever so welcoming.
Shahib bestie is heading of to jakarta tomorrow. He promised to have great fun!
Seeya as soon as you are back, bestie.

Hey Kid, get into the fashion scene.

The plan in mind was to source for inspiration on what to wear for prom tomorrow night. As usual, I got distracted again and again. Browsing at god know's what sort of music playlist and addictive online games, I can't help it. There it goes again, see what I meant? I am supposedly suppose to talk about a subject and POOF* my mind wanders off. Anyhow, prom is no biggie and so I've decided to just grab what I see at th eleventh hour before prom. Hopefully, my eyes will willingly seek out the appropriate dress for the occasion. As much as I dread going to prom I have to bear in mind that I have to at least show up in some kind of dressing that is more or less "prom-like". Oh wells, dear fashion goddess, appear in my dreams tonight and tell me what to wear.

As I was browsing, I stumbled upon a website that featured fashion photoshoots for young children models. You've got to envy these kidos for entering the fashion scene.
I'll leave you some photo samples as I head to bed for a good night's sleep.
















Reminder to self: Get your ass in bed, you've not been sleeping for three days now. Ah yes, you do look like a living zombie.

We'll make the cut.

Things I've gleefully decided in the last five minutes:
1. Focus on karaoke session.
2. Ignore prom preparation.
3. Eat Cookies.
4. Spam Crumpz on msn.
5. Get myself to sleep.


God, everyone has to quit whining about prom. And boy am I serious about that. Gee, look girls and boys, prom culture in Sg is definitely no biggie. Who the heck on earth ends an epic party at 10pm? God, night life begins at 10pm, when all the little kiddies crawl back to bed.
Dropped by in town this afternoon with crumpz after our trip to beach road. Poor baby, he got arrowed for SAFKA and would not be booking out for at least 3 dreadful weeks. Shitty, I know. ANYHOW, we headed to cash studio and sang till we were literally hitting high notes. Note to self: I realized I fell in love with a buff dude who hits high notes as well as Mika does. (P.s. it might have been a tight boxer crumpz was wearing). ROFLOL.

I swear all that song and "ROCK & ROLL" impersonation tickled my funny bones. But on the whole, crumpz made me go gaa-gaa over him when he sang all our favourite love songs. Honestly, is there any man out there who is THIS romantic? Naw, highly doubt so. Not trying to get all haughty or showy about having a PERFECT boyf but seriously, the general Singaporean male species clearly lack the essential- character.

Guess I'm driving into the other direction. Guess this shall be it for now,as I am waiting for the videos to be uploaded on FB.
Night folks.

Check on it, will you.

Oh I pretty much wonder, why the night falls silent on me, leaves me insomiac and my mind circling vulnerable thoughts. Gotta keep myself occupied constantly, perhaps. Or so I thought it would be a brilliant idea to re-construct my blog. Not that it matters to anyone but it would at least keep my mind off the hook.

In the matter of pathetic hours I have to report back to school to attend the dreaded graduation ceremony. For peace sake, let us all get this ceremony over and done with in a blink of an eye alright? Geez, we've got to move on, kids. Oh yes, take that leap out of your comfort circle. We'll be out to face the world as adults with demanded maturity. So, grow up. Now.

I'll admit school life wouldn't have kept me surviving if it weren't for all those nasty pranks we pulled and all that dirty antics we put up with. Shudders, we must have been unruly kidos eyh. My oh my, how on earth did we ever turn so monserous?
But I am so darn glad I grew out of it.

It's time you should to.