little manhattan.
Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.
it just occurred to me that ive never really said anything about the people im with for 5 days a week, which is rather ironic, but also apt, since i spend so much time with them, talking about them isnt exactly very comforting. first up is sijia, she's the one thats short and pretty, okay all of the girls are short and pretty. and ditches us nonstop for the siglap bunch and whatnot. my very own eating buddy! next is brendan, who is our half girl servant, one thats sorta of the other gender among us five girls, the song 'im not a girl not yet a woman' applies, but in another context. he's our very own tissue boy. third is angie, our resident kinda bimbotic taitai, who has this peeve of eating rather graciously, and who is utterly stubborn, but a BFF although that doesnt seem like the case these days. [note: please dont be an idiot to take a roundabout bus ride]. then we have gen, my little other korean buddy, who is forever bossing the lot of us to vote for bigbang. i bet im the only one who votes practically every 10mins. finally rebekah. our resident online shopper, kinda like me, just alot more erm enthusiastic. she is who, that affects everyone around to shop too. and loves to Zzz in classes, not that i dont but, she achieves it the impossible way. there are alot more details and little quirks that each one of them has, and well, you'd have to know them to find out.
my little habit these days, is finding inspirational fashion blogs online, im not sure what i can do with the pics i save, other than inspiration for outfits. but if you know me really well, you'd know that i have this kinda creative way of cutting up stuff and creating a rather nice collage. my secondary school book covers used to be all glammed and nicely covered up. plus i have this huge notebook that i dont seem to have any use for since only about one fifth of it is filled with notes on brave new world, which i no longer need. so i might have the itch one day to fill it up as a fashion notebook. i will work on it. if i ever feel up to cutting up my precious magazines, and sitting there lost in time, papers and glue.
one a brighter note. miss kimmik koo is coming back next tues. there are no words to describe how happy and elated and joyous i am to have her back. seriously i can only shop with her or bird. we are the SHOPPING CREW please. oh speaking of shopping, god, i need to have some fake thrift swoop event soon to unveil the clothes ive bought and hidden with my mother knowing. my pile of hidden clothes, just keep growing and growing.
well, then with IHT project meeting tomorrow to finish up what we have to hand in on sunday, god i hate projects, and a probable new extra phone. im off to have a heavenly nice bathe and knock off early for once. oh and who will take the cup on monday morning? my native people of the land of sausages? of the handsome tanned chiseled charismatic spainards? too bad for macro econs lecture on monday, you wont be graced with the honor of my presence.
At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say because there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.
it just occurred to me that ive never really said anything about the people im with for 5 days a week, which is rather ironic, but also apt, since i spend so much time with them, talking about them isnt exactly very comforting. first up is sijia, she's the one thats short and pretty, okay all of the girls are short and pretty. and ditches us nonstop for the siglap bunch and whatnot. my very own eating buddy! next is brendan, who is our half girl servant, one thats sorta of the other gender among us five girls, the song 'im not a girl not yet a woman' applies, but in another context. he's our very own tissue boy. third is angie, our resident kinda bimbotic taitai, who has this peeve of eating rather graciously, and who is utterly stubborn, but a BFF although that doesnt seem like the case these days. [note: please dont be an idiot to take a roundabout bus ride]. then we have gen, my little other korean buddy, who is forever bossing the lot of us to vote for bigbang. i bet im the only one who votes practically every 10mins. finally rebekah. our resident online shopper, kinda like me, just alot more erm enthusiastic. she is who, that affects everyone around to shop too. and loves to Zzz in classes, not that i dont but, she achieves it the impossible way. there are alot more details and little quirks that each one of them has, and well, you'd have to know them to find out.
my little habit these days, is finding inspirational fashion blogs online, im not sure what i can do with the pics i save, other than inspiration for outfits. but if you know me really well, you'd know that i have this kinda creative way of cutting up stuff and creating a rather nice collage. my secondary school book covers used to be all glammed and nicely covered up. plus i have this huge notebook that i dont seem to have any use for since only about one fifth of it is filled with notes on brave new world, which i no longer need. so i might have the itch one day to fill it up as a fashion notebook. i will work on it. if i ever feel up to cutting up my precious magazines, and sitting there lost in time, papers and glue.
one a brighter note. miss kimmik koo is coming back next tues. there are no words to describe how happy and elated and joyous i am to have her back. seriously i can only shop with her or bird. we are the SHOPPING CREW please. oh speaking of shopping, god, i need to have some fake thrift swoop event soon to unveil the clothes ive bought and hidden with my mother knowing. my pile of hidden clothes, just keep growing and growing.
well, then with IHT project meeting tomorrow to finish up what we have to hand in on sunday, god i hate projects, and a probable new extra phone. im off to have a heavenly nice bathe and knock off early for once. oh and who will take the cup on monday morning? my native people of the land of sausages? of the handsome tanned chiseled charismatic spainards? too bad for macro econs lecture on monday, you wont be graced with the honor of my presence.
At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say because there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.