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Minghui & I are locked up in the clubhouse! It's not because we don't have the key to get out, but it's because of the goshdarned project management! The Project Coordinator has conveniently gone on a 3 day MC, leaving Minghui and I floundering helplessly in the sea of research papers that we do not care for.
Cheebye.
And with Minghui operating on what, a 3 hour span of rest, and with me being easily distracted by shiny objects, we have struggled. Oh yes we have. I think the eye bags between the two of us look fantastically gorgeous by the way. It's oh so bluish black! Tres chic, I heard it was the fad amongst last-minute muggers like us.
The weather has been terribly problematic, allowing me to wet my new and bootiful Papillo pisas (in Brooklyn Black somemore!), which pissed me off. The previous sentence also had a total of 4"p"s, which was utterly random. In the mornings, I'd never fail to arrive at the interchange looking like a crumpled, sweaty mess. It was either fucking hot or I have overactive sweat glands. In the afternoons, unpredictable showers -or downpours like today- will occur and the temperature will drop like mad, making it wet, cold, and uncomfortable for all.
But then again, I realise the young peepur in my Polytechnic love cold weather. It's just like what my youngest sibling remarked, it allows you to come dressed in the trendiest winter apparel shrugs or half jackets, which apparently is very in vogue right now.
In my opinion those thingamajigs look like you threw your brand new cardigan/jacket into the wash a little too haphazardly, and it shrunk in length while the sleeves were spared from the cold water/hot water treatment, making it look like the stupidest jacket ever! True, some people can pull off the vintage look effortlessly, while the rest need to stop being mindless little sheep and wear the same damn thing just because "it's the in thing now ok! you don't understand hor!"
Then again, everybody's wearing it, and since trendy is defined as "what everybody is wearing lately", perhaps I am the only one to see it that way?
And since the cold weather is the only available weather to not let you come in a shrug/half-jacket without people wondering "isn't she hot in that?" and you don't have to worry about the sweat rings that'll form underneath your pits as you rush up and down the many hills of Ngee Ann Polytechnic, I am confronted with the sight of 4283495731 girls all looking remarkably alike.
Down to the choice of footwear! Which will be, amazingly, either ethnic slippers, mary janes, slip ons, or if they can afford it, Birkenstock Madrids in the many available colours like white, and white.They will also be appropriately dressed in strings of extravagant (fake?) pearls and large round ear studs.
Amusingly, in a bid to look different, we have emerged from our efforts looking exactly just like one another.
Ooh, sore shoulders and stiff back. We slouch too much, minghui and I. We also face the laptop with vacant looks one time too many. It makes us look as if we're zombified by the biotech going on around us.
Hokay lah, I think Minghui's shooting imaginary daggers/lasers/super-powery stuff zombies like her can emit from her eyes liao..need to go back to work...*groans*
*waves flag feebly* I love FYP!
Minghui & I are locked up in the clubhouse! It's not because we don't have the key to get out, but it's because of the goshdarned project management! The Project Coordinator has conveniently gone on a 3 day MC, leaving Minghui and I floundering helplessly in the sea of research papers that we do not care for.
Cheebye.
And with Minghui operating on what, a 3 hour span of rest, and with me being easily distracted by shiny objects, we have struggled. Oh yes we have. I think the eye bags between the two of us look fantastically gorgeous by the way. It's oh so bluish black! Tres chic, I heard it was the fad amongst last-minute muggers like us.
The weather has been terribly problematic, allowing me to wet my new and bootiful Papillo pisas (in Brooklyn Black somemore!), which pissed me off. The previous sentence also had a total of 4"p"s, which was utterly random. In the mornings, I'd never fail to arrive at the interchange looking like a crumpled, sweaty mess. It was either fucking hot or I have overactive sweat glands. In the afternoons, unpredictable showers -or downpours like today- will occur and the temperature will drop like mad, making it wet, cold, and uncomfortable for all.
But then again, I realise the young peepur in my Polytechnic love cold weather. It's just like what my youngest sibling remarked, it allows you to come dressed in the trendiest winter apparel shrugs or half jackets, which apparently is very in vogue right now.
In my opinion those thingamajigs look like you threw your brand new cardigan/jacket into the wash a little too haphazardly, and it shrunk in length while the sleeves were spared from the cold water/hot water treatment, making it look like the stupidest jacket ever! True, some people can pull off the vintage look effortlessly, while the rest need to stop being mindless little sheep and wear the same damn thing just because "it's the in thing now ok! you don't understand hor!"
Then again, everybody's wearing it, and since trendy is defined as "what everybody is wearing lately", perhaps I am the only one to see it that way?
And since the cold weather is the only available weather to not let you come in a shrug/half-jacket without people wondering "isn't she hot in that?" and you don't have to worry about the sweat rings that'll form underneath your pits as you rush up and down the many hills of Ngee Ann Polytechnic, I am confronted with the sight of 4283495731 girls all looking remarkably alike.
Down to the choice of footwear! Which will be, amazingly, either ethnic slippers, mary janes, slip ons, or if they can afford it, Birkenstock Madrids in the many available colours like white, and white.They will also be appropriately dressed in strings of extravagant (fake?) pearls and large round ear studs.
Amusingly, in a bid to look different, we have emerged from our efforts looking exactly just like one another.
Ooh, sore shoulders and stiff back. We slouch too much, minghui and I. We also face the laptop with vacant looks one time too many. It makes us look as if we're zombified by the biotech going on around us.
Hokay lah, I think Minghui's shooting imaginary daggers/lasers/super-powery stuff zombies like her can emit from her eyes liao..need to go back to work...*groans*
*waves flag feebly* I love FYP!