and the good days have to come to an end :/ my boss has requested my return to work, so i have to commemorate yesterday and today before i get caught up in non-blogginess again. i shall really miss sleeping in until noon. three days of sleeping in can really spoil a girl, especially after weeks of weekends that just disappear into thin air. even the bangkok break wasn't really the sleeping-in sort, since there was Shopping and Sightseeing to do, obviously.

today i slept in, made several phone calls to customers and received a bunch of boring couriers. and then in the afternoon my mom and i set off for our Spa Day. Spa Afternoon, really. nice long scrub and massage was quite, quite, amazing and relaxing. and the masseuse was thai and really sweet so it was like bangkok again. also, when she said khop kun kha at the end, i understood!

that was the only interesting event, and the only event really, of today. besides the fact that after the spa, i indulged myself further by having the first coffee bean chocolate muffin i've had in months. i've been trying to stay off the chocolate -- yesterday i resisted a ben&jerry's chocolate fudge brownie even though the plaza singapura GV snack bar had in stock for once. but the day before i had a slice of chocolate fudge cake at cathay. which i proceeded to spill all over myself, but like jon armstrong's Amazing Vanishing Chocolate-Muffin-Stain Act, i succeeded in washing the bits of sticky fudge off myself, only to emerge looking like i'd wet myself. but i got over it.

yesterday morning was again, of course, of the wake up around noon variety. which was bad because i had calls to make and kelly to meet at 2. ended up meeting her closer to three, therefore. dragged her to little india where i had my eyebrows done, we almost got lost looking for a DBS atm machine because we were both clean out of cash, and then we sat down for dosa and channa bhatura at komala vilas.

something really stupid has occurred to me. yesterday i met kelly and kitson whose names start with K. and i watched V for Vendetta, which is, you know, sort of obsessed with the letter V. and komala vilas is known as KV. um, yeah i don't know what the point of that is besides to illustrate the weird connections that my brain has a habit of making.

ok yeah so after we were done with our Indian Food, we proceeded to take the mrt back to dhoby gaut and sit around at the starbucks at plaza singapura. we watched the cool lightning outside and waited for kitson. he turned up, kelly left, we caught up while waiting for the movie to start, and (god this is starting to sound horrifyingly boring but i assure you i had a good time and i certainly hope kitson did too; if he was bored atleast i couldn't tell, which is good.)

well yeah then there was the movie, which was great because a) it was directed very well and b) it provides good fodder for discussion, especially when you have a history buff like kitson around. and me, well, i didn't sleep through ALL of rolly's classes/lectures so i did have some history-related opinions as well. i guess the main thing is if you're a history student the whole premise of a democratically-orchestrated fascist takeover is just much less believable. there are so many things in the way of that. and the homosexuality issue might have had a stronger contemporary resonance if you weren't aware that it's just what hitler did.

the whole fascism-transplanted-to-england was quite amusing though. and yet again one wonders if a time will ever, ever come when our dear singapore will allow a remotely singapore-related political film to be made or shown. i don't know if i've mentioned this before but sometime ago i got free tickets (through work, my one and only perk so far besides free stationery) to Rang De Basanti which is about a real issue in india -- corrupt politicians buying faulty airplane parts for the fighter jets, pocketing the rest of the defence budget and killing dozens of fighter pilots in the process. the movie is horrifyingly violent towards the end, very depressing and very powerful. being from censor-happy singapore, one of the most powerful things is that people in india aren't afraid to make a blatantly political movie like that. (or maybe bollywood is just that powerful. though that didn't stop sonia gandhi from kicking jaya bachchan out of parliament, so who knows? it's just completely unimaginable in singapore, and therefore fascinating.)

so anyway, i liked the movie and i really liked the music in the movie and it's a pity that the soundtrack doesn't have any of V's jukebox cuban-jazzy-instrumental music. it just occurred to me that hitler attempted to ban jazz because it was "dirty black people" music. eeenteresting. the soundtrack does have julie london's cry me a river, but i already have that on itunes and have been looping it all evening in fact.

and then! the event of the day! we were walking all the way down orchard at about 930 at night trying to find dinner, when kitson's shoe broke! the weird adidas sandal-shoe thing which he wears with socks :D finally broke, possibly because i kept ribbing him about the socks and about not it was quite hilarious to see him limping around until we reached royal sporting house at lucky plaza, minutes before it closed, and he got a pair of slippers. which i hope he will never wear with socks.

anddd then dinner at borders cafe, quite overpriced but good food and good conversation. and then we proceeded home. yesterday was all in all a very enjoyable day. i shall go back and buy the v for vendetta graphic novel. it can have the dubious honour of being the very first graphic novel i will ever read. hopefully not the last, as the genre seems quite promising.

ok i'm going now.

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so today's day 1 of my Legal, Paid Leave. slept in, had lunch, watched russian dolls with nasty. really good movie, and now i have to rent or buy l'auberge espagnole so i can watch it again. i remember liking it a lot. and i can pronounce l'auberge espagnole but i can't quite pronounce les pouppes russes. or, well, i don't know how it's supposed to be pronounced. What Happened to French Classes???

the new cathay's... well, sort of an empty behemoth at present. i hope all the shops and restaurants open soon so that the place has a little bit of life in it. the colour schemes are pretty uninspired and there's a lot of space which is generally not utilised very well, so it's basically like a large, slightly awkward spaceship. as are most new futuristic-looking buildings around here, i suppose. the lifts are nice though.

and the whole place smells like a construction site. which it still is, because the basement's not complete yet. but it brings me to my next point -- it's hard to walk around singapore for more than ten minutes without encountering a construction site. ok, so i exaggerate. but, really. holland v's a mess. the area in front of dhoby gaut's a mess. both due to the circle line. and the area around singapore art museum, smu, chijmes etc? also a mess. maybe also because of the circle line, i don't know.

we were planning to walk to asian civilisations museum but we made the mistake of walking through the Dome at singapore art museum, and the place is so cosy and inviting we decided that the fates were inviting us to sit down and relax. music: beatles instrumentalised and spanish guitars, pretty relaxing on its part. but somehow the day didn't turn out as relaxing as was intended, i still don't quite know absolutely why.

and tomorrow is going to be the morning from hell because on top of an essay that i have to submit, i have to actually do some work at home. in fact while lying sprawled half-asleep on my bed just now i received a phone call from my colleague who proceeded to recite a long list of customers and contact numbers. i need to arrange a bunch of courier pickups tomorrow and my boss wants 15 forms ready for processing by tomorrow -- a rather absurd expectation considering that atleast half of these 15 people are people i've tried and failed to get in contact with over the last two weeks. i have quite a packed afternoon tomorrow so i am slightly screwed.

so it's time to sleep now. hopefully i can wake up at about 8am and Get Things Done. go me.

hello world! here i am, dutifully reporting for duty at blogger.com =] i have had quite a lovely week and i will recount in the pseudo-point-form style that you should all start getting used to:

1. yesterday my boss informed me that he's giving me monday and tuesday off (ie tomorrow and the day after) so i have Grand Plans to squander my two days of Paid Freedom. and hopefully he'll extend this to several more days. basically the reason is that the bank's having an audit and they don't really know how to explain my presence there and ... well there are several other things that i could say about the audit but i really don't want to be dooced three weeks before i leave the job. moral of story: my boss orders me to "chill at home", i conscientiously Chill At Home, or whichever part of singapore i choose to call home and chilling-conducive.

2. of course, before the boss pronounced the magical words "chill at home on monday and tuesday", i was thoroughly stressed out because i'd been called to work on a saturday so they could explain audit procedures and various other things, and i kept asking my boss to tell me what my role was going to be during the audit, and he kept ignoring me even though i urgently needed to leave at 3. and he finally walked in at 330 after i'd spent an hour cursing him under my breath and to anybody who'd listen to me, and he pronounced the magical words and i forgave him, thanked him profusely, grabbed my stuff and left.

3. why was i in such a hurry? because in the evening yesterday, i hosted a birthday party for an 8-year-old! it was terribly random -- i didn't even know the kid's name until i turned up an hour before the party, and the only times i've seen her and her sister are when they came for one of my mom's navrathri (indian festival ) functions and a couple of weeks ago when i went with them for the jugalbandhi (indian dance) performance. the kid's mom (Aarthi, let's call her, because that's her name) and my mom are good friends, and apparently another friend called gayathri had suggested me to host the party. so i hosted the party, along with a girl called maya. maya's very levelheaded, i see her about once a year on average and i like her very much. she's in the same class as my cousin at the american school, and i see my cousin less often and i also like her less.

so, the party? was Crazy. first of all, aarthi has a HUGE house on cluny road. yes she's freakishly rich, it's one of the enormous gujarathi families with a son in every country and a Matriarch in kenya. aarthi's husband grew up in kenya, therefore, and the huge house is full of amazing african artifacts and statues and stuff which must be quite scary to bump into at night. especially because it's one of those houses with an atrium thingy in the middle, which leads to the pool, and from the upstairs rooms you can see all the stuff downstairs. beautiful house, but i bet those two little girls never venture downstairs at night without one of the maids along with them. this huge house was made all the more crazy because Aarthi got a bunch of life-sized dolls - the size of little girls - dressed them up and placed them around the pool and the atrium. so when you're in the living room you keep thinking there're little unmoving girls standing by the french windows. and she had someone draw beauty products on large sheets and pasted them around near the poolhouse (yes, she has an actual Poolhouse. there's no ryan atwood inside, instead it's been converted into a playroom.)

randomly, there is a house on the same row as aarthi's which is like a miniature white house, with a huge fountain in front that lights up like nobody's business when it's dark out. and the house next door to it is like a spaceship, all weird curves and cantilevers and angles and it has a strange blue wall and it's very ugly. both are ostentatiously ugly in their own ways. the things people do with their money. but if there's one place i'd pick to live in singapore, it'd be the cluny park area. it's very silent, the houses are huge and (mostly) a feast for the eyes, there's tons of greenery and the botanic gardens are practically next door. only thing is you'd need to have or be a very good driver because the roads are totally winding all over the place and it's completely inaccessible to public transport of any kind.

the party had a DJ and about 30 little girls whom i had to command the attention of and host a little fashion show/beauty pageant for. so i had them parade around the pool, they all brought swimsuits so there was a swimsuit round, there was one bit where they posed for polaroid snapshots, another bit where i asked them questions and gave up after about ten because it's ridiculously hard to get an 8-year-old to answer a question. gayathri aunty's daughter was the best, really, she was very confident that she wanted to be a vet and she wanted a doggie for a pet and she's very upset with her mama because her mama won't let her have a doggie. she's the cutest thing ever and she had adorable hot pink boots on.

i had a good time bag-spotting -- the rich mothers sported guccis and tods and chanels and fendis galore. there was one beautiful olive-green ostrich leather bag that i have seen SOMEWHERE before and am completely annoyed with myself that i can't identify it. it's my version of OCD, i will be thinking about that bag until i can figure out what it is. i keep thinking prada because for some reason ostrich leather goes with prada in my head, and the shape is potentially a prada, but it didn't have an ostentatious prada logo on it. so yes i will keep going through bag labels in my head until i arrive at the correct conclusion. also there was a very covetable bottega sported by a woman i can only describe as a MILF, if i were so inclined. she also had humongous solitaire earrings and her daughter's a knockout at 8 years of age. god the sort of people at the party are astonishingly privileged. i hope they're as happy as they're stylish and beautiful.

and then aarthi was So Nice she gave maya and me $50 borders vouchers each. probably in anticipation of a very good show which i didn't think we delivered on but the girls seemed to have a blast and the mothers thought the show was good or they were lying. but the whole experience was totally cool. i like aarthi very much and hope to host more parties for her, exhausting though they may be =]

4. in my exhausted state, my parents dragged me to a dinner party. i only wanted to go home and fall asleep even though it was only about 9pm, but i was dragged mercilessly. the kids were all watching White Chicks which was and still is one of the most painfully gross movies around, not least because the first time i watched it the evening after receiving my incredibly math promo grade in 2004. but at that time it was a sort of gross escape from reality, and last night it was a fairly relaxing way to spend a dinner party. and there was isha whom i haven't met since tioman, because on the rare occasions that i turn up for a bridge lunch/dinner she isn't there, and on the rare occasions that she turns up, i'm not there. this one, however, was at her place so we actually were in the same place at the same time. and there was ashwin whom i haven't seen since... forever. the last time i remember seeing him is at the HP charlie's angels premiere in july 2003. and before that i only remember both of us getting pasta fresca membership cards and walking around clarke quay. which must've been a REALLY long time ago because i don't think there's a pasta fresca in that area anymore and i can't remember where it was anyway. i thought ashwin was the same age as me but he's just finishing up at uwc now, and he's one of those crazy 45-pointers who've been accepted at Imperial for medicine. but refreshingly normal for a genius type, because i'm pretty sure it's harder to be a topper at uwc than at rj, and also avoid being a total social outcast. he was at tanglin before uwc and he knows/knew perry's daughter!

that was saturday. work, birthday party, dinner party, all in a row and home a little past midnight, i don't think i've ever been so tired in my life. but in a nice kind of i-did-exhausting-but-fun-things today way.

today i did nothing except bum at home and get very stupidly, crazily, STUPIDLY worried over a columbia applicantID. so i will recount the rest of the week.

5. friday i went for doubt with kelly, claud and vaish. great play, the script is beyond amazing but i felt let down by the acting. i was the only one, however, and i think it's because i would've interpreted the script differently, so the play is still very good. before that dinner at menotti's which was good as usual, they have a lovely caffe latte and the best paninis although i've had the orto too many times to still like it. just like the penne at marmalade pantry, you absolutely love it the first time you have it and all the times after that it will just be disappointing.

6. thursday i was supposed to have dinner with vid but i took a rain check because i recall that from the moment i woke up, all i could do was fervently wish it was evening and i was back home asleep under the covers.

7. this was because wednesday night i got home around midnight after nasty's birthday dinner at the esplanade, and then i had the good sense to give nasty a happy-birthday-it's-after-midnight-call, which, as i should've expected, turned into a very long conversation. atleast it was two hours and not three, but going to work on 5 hours of sleep is not something i do well.

8. nasty's birthday dinner itself: i'm quite pleased with how it turned out overall and i liked the food (and the long island iced tea) at via mar very much, but it was a bit of an uneven night. it got pretty good at some parts, though :D especially when i coerced nasty, shooj and adeline to leave at 1130 because it's hard to get cabs in that area, and when we got to the cab stand there were three empty cabs waiting patiently and no queue. and of course being lazy bums the opp cost of just getting in a cab and going home was less than walking back and sitting down for another 15 minutes.

7. monday and tuesday -- all i can recall is not wanting to be back after my one-week break, and being relentlessly given piles of work and having to stay late at work. but it paid off because i've managed to get through almost all of the 80 forms backlog i initially had to take care of, and meanwhile i've been given about 25 forms here and there and all i have left to take care of are about ten, so work should get a little bit easier. and during the audit i'm not allowed to process forms i think, and the audit lasts two weeks minimum and my stint at citibank ends in three weeks, so i'm not going to have a whole lot of work left to do (i hope/pray).

ok now i'm done with my recap =)

i have a large grey's-anatomy-sized hole in my life, because i have finished the season 1 DVDs and I've downloaded and watched all of season 2 that's aired in the US so far. The only thing that is keeping me alive is the fact that another episode will air in the US sunday night ie tonight but it's not tonight yet in the US obviously. anyway i will hopefully have my grey's anatomy fix again in a couple of days. i can't believe that four days in bangkok didn't cure my addiction, and i managed to watch 4 episodes 16 hours after getting back (despite ten of those hours being spent asleep).

another gaping hole in my life is the 18 discs of sex and the city -- all six seasons!!! -- that i gave away to the driver in bangkok, because my parents were convinced that we'd have been caught at customs. which is, i have to admit, a very real possibility given the nanny-state-ness of the country we live in. my dad also thought the censor-worthy status of sex and the city would've made it doubly worse, which is a little excessively paranoid in my opinion. however, i was forced to make a choice between 18 discs that would have helped eradicate some of the burden on my computer's hard drive, and my eagerly-awaited Rest of Future -- because my parents told me that if we were caught they'd fine heftily, raid the house and fine some more for every pirated disc and downloaded thing on computer, and they'd prosecute. meaning i would Never Go To University. so naturally i chose the eagerly-awaited Rest of My Future.

bangkok was good, though. once i made the decision to give away the dvds (god i sound like i made a decision to give away my baby or something) i drowned my sorrows in silver rings at chatuchak market. about 4 gorgeous rings, loveliness. and bright orange linen capris and a white tunicy thing and a big fat black GAP tshirt with a very cute picture of a london cab painted with the british flag and big yellow GAP-logoed pockets. i don't know who had the bright idea to put pockets on a london cab, but they might be messenger bags or something. whatever it is, cute. and four little celadon elephants.

other shopping: khao san. great shopping because i got two wrap skirts and white linen capris and a silver bangle in a tiffany-ripoff design at a fraction of the price. and those damn DVDs. which made me hugely happy at the time of purchase, after much convincing of the paternal unit, and happiness after bargaining brought the price down to 1500 baht for 18 dvds which is quite a steal. and now its just a bitter, bitter memory. i should've got just a couple of movies instead. Major Sigh.

the big malls like the much-touted Siam Paragon and The Emporium are huge ripoffs. they've got all the major labels under one roof, which is better than singapore where you kinda have to walk around Paragon and Takashimaya and Palais Renaissance and Forum before you get everything and even then that's less than Siam Paragon carries under one roof (that place is truly a scary behemoth) but the prices are pretty ridiculous. Philosophy beauty products at three times the US price. who in their right mind would pay 1800 baht for a facial cleanser? it's 20 USD on sephora, which of course doesn't ship to singapore or thailand so i guess the elasticity of demand is a little lower or something. but still. i'll wait till i get my fat ass to the US.

sightseeing's quite cool -- all that gold on the temples and palaces is surprisingly non-painful to the eyes. and our guide at the palace is quite an impressive photographer, she took some really nice shots of the four of us (my family, i went with bangkok with my family which is why i got to stay at a beautiful hotel and buy half a dozen silver rings and watch my mother spend half an hour buying a ruby ring and flush 1500 baht down the drain because of intellectual property laws, but didn't get to see patpong).

we walked around in the hotter-than-hell chatuchak market, got duped by tuk-tuk drivers, took a boat across the river every morning because the hilton's on the tonburi side of bangkok which is kind of out of the way but literally on the riverbank and the 360-degree-view from the rooftop jazz bar is as beautiful as it gets in a smoggy, high-rise-building filled city like bangkok. despite being a city girl through and through i don't actually find skylines very beautiful. oh and the hilton makes the BEST tomato soup. i'm a total tomato soup fiend, and this is the best i've had in ages. my brother and i ordered room service every day just for that. my dad was not too amused when he paid the bill.

the hilton staff themselves, angels that they are, told us that the hilton spa was not very good. so we didn't go to the spa :( :( :( the oriental spa is across the river but basically the parental units made several excuses to not spend money on the most expensive spa in the universe, so spa, again, was a no-go for poor old me. my mother professes that AMEX have given her some spa vouchers so she'll take me here. but i'm not counting on that. perhaps the first time i get myself a spa experience will be when i decide that i am willing to part with a couple of hundred of my own hard-earned money. pity me, people, for my spa endeavour has been foiled again!

that was my dramatic moment. i am calm now. this is why i haven't blogged recently. when i read the archives, something i avoid in general, i tend to wonder if i was on crack when i wrote most of it.

yup so that was bangkok. the service is excellent everywhere, the people are so damn nice. we got a rude awakening on the way back from the airport in singapore, with a Very Crabby Cabbie. first, he stood by and just watched while we loaded the luggage in the trunk. i know it's not his job to help, but normally if people don't help atleast they don't stand by and watch. then, while driving his speed kept changing and my dad noticed that he looked really sleepy, so he asked the cabbie - really nicely - if he wanted to stop for a while because he looked sleepy. the cabbie proceeded to yell that if he were sleepy the cab wouldn't be moving, and what was my dad trying to say and blah blah blah. it was kind of scary at almost midnight being driven home by a man who's yelling about not being sleepy. anyway i guess that woke him up because we got home in one piece. and all of us just shut up for the rest of the ride. my dad took a receipt so he could complain because even in singapore none of us had ever seen such a rude cabbie, but knowing my dad he won't bother complaining.

i was thinking i might end this with a point form recap of the last month or so during which i have not blogged at all, but obviously the prospect itself exhausts me because my life is so full of fun and excitement that there is much to blog. ok now i am compelled to recount the fun and excitement lest you should think i am making it up.

in no particular order:

i've been watching a TON of grey's anatomy since my dad brought me the season one dvd from the US.

i went for the paquito d'rivera and new york voices concert which was FABULOUS and then walked around in my fabulous new red heels which promptly broke.

so i took them back to Hue, the shop in raffles city where i paid 150 damn dollars for them. they refuse to refund me, and can't quite fix them up but will let me exchange them. i didn't like anything they had then so i'm going back tomorrow to see if the new stock's worth the 150 dollars. i suppose it's all good because the red heels, despite being damn cute under jeans, were a size too small and therefore killing my feet. they were an impulse buy despite there being about 6 hours between the time i saw the heels and the time i bought them. impulse purchases are my biggest vice.

watched transamerica, which didn't move me much but felicity huffman is amazing.

went to one of my parents' bridge parties, sampled good food and listened to all the Argumentative Indians (amartya sen is so right). they have interesting opinions, though, if you're the sort of person who can tolerate people with Very Loud Opinions. and then i cabbed off to nasty's uncle's place where we lasted through five minutes of Rumor Has It and switched to Death Becomes Her. which i lasted through ten minutes of before falling asleep with a large cushion clutched to me. and then i watched the second half, which was quite quite disturbing.

(yeah i know this was supposed to be point form, but i always had a problem with being concise.)

my work took me places! ie tampines. i went to sit in an office building on the other side of town and collect documents from customers. incidentally, i no longer telemarket. i now process forms for people who've already been convinced to open accounts. which is harder work than actually doing the convincing, which is why last week, for three days in a row i was at work till around 7. also because my boss told me to process a LOT of accounts before he'd let me have the week off.

after i bought the red shoes on that fateful day, there was prata with shooj and nasty. yeah i'm really not going in chronological order. prata is great, but i hate people who smoke. and i hate the smell of cigarettes. wonder why i actually like clubbing. the dancing/grinding into floor is good fun. and the punjabi guys of course. well i haven't done any of that since new year's, pathetic.

one night we also went to shoojee's for jazz and prata. and grapes and vodka with ribena, but that story shall never be told. it shall merely live in our memories, that is more than enough. then i had to go home because my mother dearest was uncomfortable with me sleeping in a Boy's house. the fact that it was merely shoojee did nothing to assuage her fears that i'll return knocked up and ruined. or whatever her fears were, i myself fear sometimes to ask what her fears are. sometimes one does not want to know the extent of one's mother's imagination.

many weeks ago it was valentine's day. after work i walked around orchard being annoyed with roses and couples making gooey faces at each other. yes, i was Grumpy Single Girl. but had dinner with good company and then saw a gorgeous pair of Nine West heels that i proceeded to resist, so the day didn't completely suck. plus i felt kind of strong and feminist wakling around CouplesWorld without my arm linked to that of a member of the male species, so it was... a validating experience i suppose.

many weeks ago there was also kelly's birthday surprise at the botanics, just a few days before valentine's. nasty has already recounted, complete with embarrassing pictures, on her blog. the botanics is a very pretty place, kelly liked her own personal zoo, lucas was cute as a button, the food was pretty good and it was funfunfun! besides the fact that i ended up suffering from a severe cold for the next three days. that did, however...

allow me to skip work for the first time ever. skipping work is, of course, much more difficult than skipping school. you can't just grin at batchelor and get away with it. or get mom to write a note. or just, you know, skip classes, sleep through classes, hole up in a chatroom during classes. work is Serious Stuff, people. anyway i skipped work for the first time, with a terrible cold. because my parents are very enthusiastic about the Work Ethic, they did not allow me to go out and meet vivien for coffee. she'd just returned from hong kong and i hádn't seen her in ages so she came over and we hung out by the pool instead.

i played truant a number of times though. or rather, one time i woke up late and then decided to just take half the day off. watched The Constant Gardener by myself, which was a first in many ways -- watching a movie alone, playing hookey from work without a good reason. and another day, the day before the A Level results were released, i took another day off for relaxing. nasty and i watched Munich, which isn't exactly a relaxing-variety movie, but after that we had lunch at Marmalade Pantry and then chilled out at the coffee bean outside borders. and then michelle came along to meet nasty for dinner, so we cabbed off.

speaking of michelle and coffee bean, there was the Day We Went To Toys'R'Us. me and nasty went, found kelly her zoo and numerous other party supplies, and then went to coffee bean to make plans about who's bringing what, cooking what etc. and then michelle met us. and then we cabbed off. the usual =D

and since that is related to kelly's birthday, on kelly's actual birthday nasty, zhi an, claud and kelly came to meet me for lunch. like it's MY birthday or something. i hate how the location of my workplace and the limitations of lunch hour mean that if i want to meet anybody for lunch, THEY have to come to meet ME. it sucks. but little india and raffles city are quite close by, not that they're gastronomical heavens but atleast they make for variety when i get bored of plaza singapura. which i am. very very bored. i don't want to go back to work tomorrow. i will go to raffles city, get my shoes and get some decent lunch.

oh there was another day, i left work early citing a university interview and i went to have tea with kelly and nasty at paragon's PS cafe. quite a nice little place. we were there for four hours plotting our future Igloo.

at some time in feb i had a couple of actual alumni interviews. some were good, one was pretty bad and that, unfortunately, was yale. it actually made me feel like yale might not be the best place to be, but i still don't want to jinx my chances so dear yale, my fingers are still tightly crossed that you will like something about me.

ok that's about all i can think of. now i need to go sleep so that i can turn up at work tomorrow at a decent hour. and process more forms. funfunfun! bangkok pictures will come soon -- for those holding on to the edges of their seats in anticipation, i don't always deliver on promises related to this blog, so go find a job or something :D