陈卓思灵: July 2005

Sunday, July 31, 2005

one week has past.well.
it's the school season again.
the same timetable for 12 weeks.
rushing here and there.

school made me so tired.travelling to the ulu-ated island of NTU is no mean feat.and transport fees are so ex.and.i bought concession.the hybrid.a grand total $97.not that i think i will use so much, but i hate having to top up my card periodically.i hate to top up more than $10 each time.so i always end up going to the machines twice a week.

eating out is expensive.we're getting high maintainence.students shouldnt eat expensive things.should stop the billy bombers, crystal jade, swensons etc..ok.at least not tt often.

hmmm.how i wished i was staying in hall.
and i miss my dearest ROoMIE!!!
and.i want the freedom.
more carefree.
and.can slp later.
but of cos.i'll miss my family.though i dont show it.

and.i've been eating too much.at home.there's just too many things to eat.
gosh.

thinking of getting a yoga mat.

feel like swimming.

got the urge to play netball

just wanna get out n get some sun and sweat a little!

dictated by the Queen at 4:10 PM | 0 protest

Monday, July 25, 2005

my addiction

it's the end of work
start of school

end of work= end of $

looking back.
i spent so much!

for the holidays
i.e. after 26 april till now
i bought a record number of shoes.
3 mths i got EIGHT pairs of shoes.
and i only got a pair of feet.
what was i thinking.

then again.
one can never get enough of shoes.
addiction to shoes is better than addiction to drugs etc i suppose.
besides.
i dont buy expensive shoes.
only 2 pairs are more than $35
the rest are below $25
ok.
but it adds up.

please refrain me from buying shoes.
BUT.
dont stop me from looking at them.

and.
talking about work.
at least it pays for my addiction.

school will hopefully prepare me for better work
so that i can pay my addiction.

addiction is just a lousy excuse.

and.since i have got no more cash for shoes,
presents are welcomed.
please start sending parcels.
size 6 or size 38 or 39.

“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world."
— Bette Midler

give me joy:
“A pair of new shoes might not cure a broken heart or soothe a tension headache but they will relieve the symptoms and chase away the blues."
— Fashion writer Holly Brubach

no better words than this to sum it up.
taken from a website...

There are only two kinds of women in the world.
Those who love shoes and those who had the misfortune to be born without the ability to experience total bliss on finding a pair of perfectly designed pumps in the right size at half-price.

There’s a direct correlation: the more shoes a woman owns, the nicer person she turns out to be.

The more she obsesses about footwear, the more normal she becomes.

Those of us who love shoes are happy, passionate, exuberant people.

Whenever we meet, we recognize each other with our own special greeting, the shoe-aholic’s hello: “Ooooh,” we say. “Cute shoes.”I call them the Imeldas, the friends I go shoe shopping with, named in honor of the patron saint of footwear, Imelda Marcos, with her three-thousand-pair wardrobe.

Calling it simply shopping, though, is an understatement. Shopping implies an efficient task completed, a quick commercial transaction, a mere exchange of money for goods.

What we do is a sort of moving meditation with stream-of-consciousness voice-over, a multitasking way of bonding. Quality time. We case our favorite stores, catch up on each other’s news, sound out each other’s opinions, and pursue our personal quest for the perfect comfort-to-style-ratio heel, all at the same time. We roam freely, pausing whenever a shoe catches our eye, exploring every delight each store has to offer.

All our senses are satisfied: we finger taffeta slides, inhale the fragrance of new leather, test-drive four-inch stilettos, gossip outrageously.

It’s not just shopping. It’s also relaxing, stimulating, and productive — a hobby and a necessity and a pleasure all in one.

for now.school time.
lectures and tutorials therapies.

dictated by the Queen at 9:57 AM | 0 protest

Monday, July 18, 2005

That old sweatshirt and faded jeans

It’s the same.
Working life sucks
I didn’t have time for you.
More than 9 to 5
Luckily you didn’t have to wait for me this time round.
I want eat at home.
I don’t want neglect you one more time.
I miss dinner
Hope you’re happy.
I’m not.
When are our paths gonna cross?

Oh.today I finally went home for dinner. Didn’t quite managed to eat at home for weeks.somehow.anyway,
Main point is
I took a bus home from work…
Was getting off the bus then there’s this grandma carrying a damn cute boy at the busstop and holding the boy’s hand to wave at the lady in front of me.
I also want a kid.
I also want be a mum.
Laughing at me right?

Don’t suppose I will get married.
(not that I don’t want to.but I m waiting for my Mr Left)
The thought of adopting a kid crossed my mind again.
Hmm

And.
It must be the growing up and the maternal instinct etc
I actually thought of getting pet instead.
Yar.
U heard me correctly.
Not joking.
Don’t laugh.
No.
Not a zebra.
Thinking of a rabbit.
White or grey.
Name it platinum.
*laughs
But.
I doubt I know how to take care of it.
Better not.
Someone told me b4 that rabbit satay is very nice.
OH!
Thanks to lion queen for the arts level at taka
I love that place
I love to paint
Craftwork
The vandalism board
To choose to do something I like
And I did painted
Been years since I painted
I always wanted to be an artist
too bad
no money
no talent

Hmm

Was having some girl talk ard a week ago.
4 girls.
We actually talk about serious n grown up stuff man..
We’re old.
Religion
Relationship
Marriage
Kids
Pre-marital sex
And
Our past crushes.
The last one isn’t exactly grown up,
But anyway…
We’re old.
Gosh.
Can I just go back to being 19?

And the marriage topic came up again
When together with another group of friends.
Interesting question:
Who among the friends will get married first.
*laughs
Apparently some think I will
*laughs
I think I may
*laughs
But how can it be when
i cant fall in love anymore

one friend commented that I am quite extraordinary.
And that I can be the 1st if I am able to just meet the right man.
*laughs
*laughs louder
Dunno what’s that suppose to mean.(the extraordinary part)
Anyway,
I am still pondering
And
I still prefer Mr Red Pants

A student should just study lar, right?
*bullshit

Time for a snack
Where’s my Uncle Toby’s?

dictated by the Queen at 9:02 PM | 1 protest

Monday, July 04, 2005

The only guy I love now

Works
7
Days
A week

More than 10 years
No
Complains

Me.
Ashamed.

It makes me sad.

I love my Papa.

Whiten my shoes
Iron my pinafore
Prepare my breakfast
Send me to school

He who pampers me.

It’s not just about the money.

dictated by the Queen at 10:46 PM | 0 protest

one lazy bum

*clears throat

Not that I have anything important to say, but I have to clear my throat.
Because I have to.
No reason.

Working for seven days a week is no joke.
But I need the money.
Not that I am in debt,
But I need to feed my spending habits.
Gosh.
But really.
Working allows me to earn and save money.
And don’t give me the bullshit that you work cos you want the experience.
Money will come first.
At least if the job is bad.
Not that mine are bad.
Lucky me.

Working for money makes me learn how to not spend so much money.
Especially on food.
Things that don’t usually last you for more than a day.
Long term.
Look far.
I rather spend on things that give me long term satisfaction.
i.e. my favourites..you know what.
*winkz

And kids these days are real terrible.
Mums seem to be more fascinated by stickers than kids are.
Serious.
And some even double checked if it’s free stickers when you offer them one.
Money.
Again.

Then,
There’s those who are so cute
Little girls are so pretty
Eyes bigger than mine.
And little boys these days
Mostly
Still as bad.
*laughs

And I am glad I am not an engineer.
Machinery and those operations stuff.
Just not my cup of tea
And.
I don’t really enjoy drinking tea in the first place.

Helicoils are plain irritating little things
And
Screw drivers drive me nuts

Waxing and welding
Gas burner and iron welder

And I found out that the pay in Germany is damn good
S$18 per hr for the same job I am doing.
Not that I am complaining that my pay is peanuts.
But $18 is really so much much more.

Of course.
The downside.
Taxation is even higher in Germany.
*laughs
(I had the last laugh)

And
The working cycle repeats.

dictated by the Queen at 12:38 AM | 0 protest