"Dear MS YANG,
......I am pleased to inform you that SIM is offering you a place in our programme..."

Yippee. Now I just need to pray that NUS offers me a place in Arts.
I'm going to be an undergrad soon! Wenwen is growing up... :(

I managed to get my LOTR game to work, so I was busy the whole morning exploring the game. Gosh the game uses alot of memory.
I was disappointed that they took Rohan army out of BFME2.. this means..
No Legolas. My favourite 1 man army.
And because I refuse to use orcs and weird creatures as troops, I had to try out the new Elven army. Either they suck, or I suck, or they made Easy army more difficult.

Anyway. If I study at SIM, I start school in August. Which is pretty late. 3 more months to go..

It's funny how, though being a Singaporean myself, there are many little quirks and habits I still have to pick up about our people.

And being in the working world has uncovered my first step into unravelling the mysteries of a Singaporean.

It started off with my very first lunch at work.
That was when I noticed little packs on empty tables, chairs...

"Hey, free tissues!" I had said happily to the Goonfather.
If I were someone else he would have probably keropoked me because that was what the look on his face suggested.
Then he told me that office girls use that to book seats.
Which got me even more amused (and I'm still amused til date) because everyone knows it's a stupid way of booking seats ...?
I just hope I don't evolve into that stereotype because I'll have to eat my words then.

And just yesterday, we were walking to our meeting point.
I noticed this long snake of people under the hot sun originating from the tent in front that said, "Citibank".
Oh wow, I thought, people getting richer, actually queuing up for credit card brochures.
That was when I reached the top of the queue and noticed someone at the side giving out free facial goodies.
You know those complimentary trial packs you usually get when you buy magazines?
Yes. These people were braving ultraviolet rays, in their OFFICE WEAR, queuing for a few ml of facial products. Might I add, a few FREE ml of facial products.
I told the Goonfather and he merely waved it off with a "Welcome to the working world, little girl."

Please tell me this isn't a norm. I'll just faint soon.

I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.I need a new camera.

Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.Someone get me a new camera.


The downsides of having a data entry job :
You get carried away with the ctrl-Cs and ctrl-Vs.

You know sometimes when you're bored, you run random searches on Google?

I did it on Friendster and kind of regretted it. I saw how the status had changed from "In a Relationship" to "Single". And how my pictures were removed. No trace..
And I missed him terribly, for that split second. And what was the emotion for the other seconds? Not really sad sad, maybe the feeling I'd probably feel if I found out my son was a drug addict and there no way to save him.

Anyway. Clubbing at MoMo's tonight! Been a long time since my last session. Ok lah, not really that long.
The army boys are booking out tonight. I hope he asks me out on friday or else I'd be turning down korkor's invitation to JB for nothing.
Is it worth it?
Bah.

When I was out with a couple of girlfriends a week back, I saw yiwen and matt, with matt's parents, at Marche.

She seemed kind of.. uncomfortable and a little flustered to see me, not her usual easy going self.
I didn't think too much of it, just thought maybe she felt weird seeing me for the first time after the break up.

I just learnt that she and matt have just solemnized their wedding and suddenly everything became clear.

Well. I admit the feeling of knowing sucks. It stung badly but I can understand why..

Fine, she had to choose one of us to be there and she chose D. Honestly I wouldn't mind being there in his presence but he probably still did.

Whatever.

I have told many people before that I rather run 10km than climb a long flight of stairs.

If you're not doing cardio, climbing a flight of stairs contributes to thighs of larger circumferences. So, unless you intend to sprint up the flight of stairs, forget it or suffer a horrible fate of having thighs the size of tree trunks.

Anyway. In today's case, I rather run 20km than shop at the Icon again. It's a 7 storey building located at Bugis Point, just behind Parco.
7 storey, 7 FLIGHT OF STAIRS.

Gosh. I was cursing practically every time we went up another floor.
Are the designers mental or what?
Stairs are a fading trend. Escalators are the in thing now!

So. Ladies, boycott that place until they raise enough funds for escalators or manage to make their stairs move somehow.

Chocolate tarts are bad.
It makes you take one after another, without breaks. The guilt almosts stops you, but it's so good you're salivating at the sight of it, you have to eat another.

And it's all Paul's fault. He got me another packet the day before after he learnt that I liked the tarts. I think some people just can't stand others being slim so I know his plan. He's out to make me fat.
I didn't dare to open the 2nd pack because I'd experienced the prowess of the first.

But opening the fridge door was it took for me to snatch up the pack and scuttle to my room. I've eaten four in a span of what, 5 minutes? Time to send them back to the fridge.
I have to practice self control.

Chocolate tarts are bad.

In one of my interesting conversations with the Goonfather, I had proclaimed:
"I'm shy."

The Goonfather guffawed and turned to his fiance.
"Dear dear, did j00 hear that? If she's shy, then then... I have a 20-inch long dick!"

And it turned out that qy jie had the exact same sentiments as him (no wonder they're getting married). No, not about the 20-inch dick. The shy bit.
She thinks I can strike up conversations with almost anyone.

Anywayyyy. The weekend had been rather eventful. Yippee, I love being occupied and having fun.
This morning I woke up and I got so bored, I painted my nails. Both feet and hands.
Normally when I'm bored, I paint my toe nails. I get revolted at the idea of painting my fingers. But if I do, then... i'm REALLY bored.

I finished all my uni applications. Most likely will be taking up UOL degree.
Yeah next step: Sign up for driving. I'm going to ignore everyone who reminds me about it because yes, I'm still in denial.

Ok I'm gonna head for yen's place now and stop with my "boring texts of life" as the Goonfather calls it. Boo.

It started off as our usual arguments about the most trivial matters.
Normally I would shut up after a few heated words, to save myself from conjuring up more wicked words and also all the screaming, but this time, I couldn't resist. She was throwing too many personal attacks on me, I had to rebutt.

More heated words exchanged. More anger. More frustration. More screaming.

"You're such a bitch, maybe that's why Damien dumped you in the first place."

She said it. Without a single bat of eyelid. No remorse after the words sank into complete silence. No idea that they pierced through my heart as I put on a nonchalant front.

Thanks sister. For making me think about that failed relationship and wonder if it happened because of me.
Fuck.