Currently listening to:Friends, Lovers or Nothing by John Meyer
Status:REALLY REALLY TIRED
This being constantly tired is really bad, because i make no sense when im tired. Result: incoherent blog posts. On the other hand, being constantly tired as a result of events being thrown at me one after another actually means that i (have a life!!!!) which should be a good thing… right?
Anyway, this shopaholism is possibly something that i will never shake. I reasoned to myself, buy the most gorgeous bags and wallets and clothes you see in new york, when you come back to singapore you wont feel compelled to shop anymore. its a smart strategy, really. But whilst i hardly glance at clothes and bags and shoes anymore, i have started turning the pages of the ikea catalogue with lust.. today i went shopping for furniture for my new place.
I really hope my new roommate isnt one of those girls who go for the whole minimalist living style.
Went down to Emerald Hill, Number 5, in the evening for a meeting with Samantha Kudus from Oglivy for.. uh.i dont think im allowed to say yet, besides the fact that it’s a blogger thing. Anyway, meeting up with Samantha was great- i love talking to her- also, the people from Number 5 will probably forever think that i am the strangest person they have ever met.. oh well. whats new.
Girls night out with XQ, Daph and Sharlyn (first time meeting her irl after months of twitter conversing!) after that involved them trying to force me to learn/play monopoly deal and me running away from them. It is also a sign of true, true fatigue when I get tired of being in heels, considering my track record of seven straight days of eighteen hours shopping and walking each in five inches. Tomorrow will see me trippin around in boots. Maybe it’s just an excuse for me to wear my steve maddens out. Maybe.
YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT BEING INCOHERENT WHEN IM TIRED. did i even make sense there? i dont think i made sense there. ladies and gentlemen, my inability to form a proper train of thought leaves me only the option of ripping the words out of my friends mouths and presenting them to you. From today:
Shar: “would you rather trust me or xq or daph?”
Me: “i literally just met you..”
XQ: “wth is ‘cut some bitches’ supposed to mean?! why must they be cut?! why do ‘bitches be trippin’? what the hell are they trippin on?!”
Sam: “i told my colleagues i was meeting this blogger later.. they were like which one is she and i was like oh she wasnt at the meeting she was overseas but she’s so adorable i want to adopt her”
MUM AND DAD I AM A HOT ITEM FOR ADOPTION, CHECK IT OUT! YOU GUYS DID PRETTY GOOD! PEOPLE WANT ME AS THEIR KID!
Things i like about being back in Singapore:
Things i dont like about being back in Singapore:
1. the heat
2. jet lag
3. the heat
4. the heat
i feel a deep, deep sense of highly strung emotional gratitude to the inventor of the Air Conditioning Unit. Without him i would be a puddle of messy angst and general frustration. In my exhaustion (and therefore consequent irrationality) i decided i would write a letter of thanks to him so i googled WHO INVENTED THE AIR CON and it turns out he’s called Willis Carrier.
Which is a pretty nice name except he died in 1950.