Sunday, January 29, 2006

scoop! jh's 21st

Went to a chalet at Downtown East to celebrate JH's 21st birthday. Didn't really know anyone down there so I just stuck to Syd...



And Fen...



We ended up bringing the stereo into the room so that Syd can show us her Blast audition steps, which she did reluctantly. Babe, no need to pretend to be all demure! Haha. Fen kept saying Syd was marking but even when she was just marking, the steps already looked so nice!

Indecent behaviour captured by JH:



My butt looked damn huge in that pic, hopefully because of the angle.

Mr Birthday Boy with some of the few female species that were in attendance at that party:



Yeah... kinda a skewed picture of how the party was. For the full picture, go to Syd's blog. The cake she picked for him was huge and hazelnutty and delicious.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

=randbetween(CNY, driving)

Shopping

Didn't realise it at first, but now that I think about it, I've actually bought 5 pairs of shoes within a span of 1 month. 3 pairs from x:odus and 2 pairs from URS. Damn, I really must go back to x:odus at PS to get my membership card. Wonder how long that has been. Also hadn't collected the DXO and LiquidRoom memberships. Oh well. I suppose I'd never go to these clubs anytime soon anyway. Most recent shopping is a Mango Basic knitted sweater in off-white, $55. It's really warm and fluffy and it's got a cute little hood. Can't wait to wear it to school! I'm guessing it'll be a popular item though, which sucks because... Well. Imagine turning up in school in the exact same sweater as another person. Nightmare.

Internship

I foolishly gave up an internship in which I was shortlisted for to pursue another one at PWC. And now my chances of getting PWC is about 1:3 (17 applicants for 5 positions). Ridiculously hard to get, especially since we'll end up doing Audit for the internship - not exactly the most coveted profession in the world. Oh well, maybe I'll contact the other firm about my internship. Since they shortlisted me, hopefully they'll still want me to come down for an interview.

Exchange

GAH. What a huge headache. If money were not a problem, I'd gladly pick anywhere in the world to go to. As it is, severe considerations must be given about University ratings and living costs and travelling money and all sorts of things. Not to mention I may not get the courses I want over there, wherever 'there' is.

Singlehood

Really relishing the freedom that comes with it. Previously, it feels like my whole life is spent waiting for G to be free, to do something together, to meet up, everything. This waiting built up the expectations in me for the 'dates' to go well. After all, that'll be the only way I could justify waiting for so long. And then when the day fell short of my expectations, I became upset and frustrated and disappointed. Frankly, I'm glad to be rid of these feelings. I don't want to feel upset all of the time anymore. After all a relationship is supposed to add on to your happiness, isn't it? It's not meant to stress you out further. Now that my time is truly mine, I can choose to do whatever I want, whenever I want. No more trying to fit my schedule into his. I felt lost but now I know everything is under my control.

Driving

Have recently completed my lessons! Booked a test date in May and now it's basically just doing revisions for me!At the same time I've got to continuously check the centre's website to see if people have cancelled on earlier slots. Waiting 'til May is rather unbearable! Nowadays when I ride the bus or take cabs, I'd feel so impatient. I just want to do everything myself. I want to get to the destination with my own means because I trust myself to opt for the fastest route. It's a known fact that cab drivers will bring you 'sight-seeing' for a while if they know you're completely clueless about roads and they can get away with it. The smarter ones may attempt to engage you in mindless chats to take your attention off the roads. How horrendous!

CNY

This year I suspect the rest of the CNY days will be as boring as today. Dinner with the family at home and that's it. Thank goodness for my PS2. Don't know what I'll do without it. (Of course, I could always choose to do schoolwork but please, whoever would consider THAT as their favourite pastime? Probably only Einstein, and the dude's dead so his opinion doesn't count).

Investing

Can't wait 'til I turn 21 and can register for an account with the SGX. However dull it may sound, playing in the stock market'd really pay off in the long run. This is in congruence with my Evil Villain-y Plan:

Step 1: Make Money
Step 2: Make More Money
Step 3: Make More Money Than I Know What To Do With It
Step 4: Buy Over Governments Hence Effectively Taking Control of The World
Step 5: Laugh My Evil Villain-y Laughter

It's foolproof.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

i heart syd

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

i bet you want the goodies

Bet you'd thought about it. 'Cos you all hot 'n bothered... Aack can't get this song out of my head. Somebody update my MP3 player! You know you're getting on with age when you're still stuck on songs from eons ago.

I'm a little bit cheered up from yesterday's event. Mostly because I've blocked all thoughts of it for now and apply the ingenious medicine they call 'numbness'. This is a very bad method to deal with problems but it works as a quick fix.

Actually am experiencing a mix of emotions right now. A little bit of the old 'oh-shit-what-the-heck-am-i-getting-myself-into', a little bit of 'oh-my-goodness-is-this-really-happening', some 'what-what-what-what-WHAT?', a pinch of 'no-no-don't-go-there', and many more. Vera will CERTAINLY not approve. Babe... I've been bad.

Also feel *extremely* guilty to my grandma who came here for a health check-up. Earlier today she was, as grannies do best, nagging me about how skinny I was and how pale and puny I looked. I should eat more and get a little bit more fat and I should be getting more sleep instead of looking so tired all of the time. Well, I did look pretty tired then. Thing is I couldn't tell her the reason why I looked so tired. I was mentally exhausted from yesterday's event and I just. Can't. Tell. Her.

So I kept quiet and walked off to get ready for driving and school after some moments have passed.

Extremely rude, extremely uncalled for, and I thought I'd just make up for it by being nice to her some other time because right then my mind was so laden with shit that I couldn't take any sort of nagging. I was irritable at best, a bomb ready to explode at worst. What I didn't know was that she'd leave for Jakarta in the afternoon, so she was gone before I could make amends. GAH.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a kid. What distinguishes adults from children is, I feel, the presence of guilt. As a child, you don't feel guilty crying and making a scene in public in an attempt to get your parents to buy you that toy which you will just destroy within a week. Guilt is the reason why people's shoulders start to droop when they get older. It's just too heavy to carry around for long.

Monday, January 23, 2006

my swan song

"I've waited for so long. What's another two or three more moments?"

People who think like this will spend their whole lives waiting.

Is life waiting for you or are you waiting for life to start?

Saturday, January 21, 2006

shadow hearts: covenant

WARNING: this is gonna be a geeky entry! Do not read if you're allergic to geekdom!

Yang - Don't read if you're gonna play the game!

Two posts within a day! Amazing. And what has moved me so to type one more time in this personal digital space of mine? What else but SH:2 and it's beautifully sad ending. Finally, finally, finally completed the game, seen both good and bad endings, scored high combo of 88 hits against the final boss, and I just cannot believe it. The endings are both damn sad! Sob. SOB. Now I want to play the third installment.

Just as good as FFX.

*Thinks back about the ending*

Nooooooooooooooohhhhhhh. Sob sob. I shan't be able to sleep tonight, or do any work or readings. It's time to mourn.

some randomness for the weekend

Asked Mich to send me some unearthed Convoc 2005 pictures.

One of which has a damn flattering shot of my tummy!!! I like this picture. A lot. Haha.

Saw this pink BMW near Jalan Kayu. Think I'm gonna personalize my paint job as well once I can afford a car. I'm thinking royal purple with gold-glitter shine, just like my MAC eyeshadow.

G and I, the kaput couple. Drew this way back when I still could draw. Feel pangs of something as I look at this drawing of him.

So anyway! Yesterday was the The THE Grand Opening, and I was unlucky enough to get my period so the discomfort level of the costume rose a bit. Thank goodness we were only doing simple steps with the feather boa on stage, so it was quite manageable. At the end of the day, it was quite a pleasant experience working with the Caderas peeps, as they are all really nice people. Maybe we should have more of this collaboration in the future to foster bonds and what-nots. I felt everybody looked really pretty with the fake eyelashes and well-done makeup! And of course we got to see the PM and all that, so I feel proud to be part of such a big event.

The food served was great. We had this caterer called Mum's Kitchen and though I only got to taste one piece, their cheesecake was really good. Syd liked the red bean soup with sago. I liked the sweet and sour fish. And the buffet dinner spread at SIS was pretty well done, too! The SMU peeps who registered for the event were given this funky SMU foldable mat. I WANT ONE! Bah. That is so gonna be useful for future picnics. Sob.

Afterwards, Syd and I went for a coffee tete-a-tete at Pacific Cafe, which has a nice ambience and comfortable sofa! Definitely going back there again. Think we stayed for about 1.5 hour-ish in there just talking.

Then I went home to wash the generous helping of gel out of my hair.

It's as if we were meant to touch
Feel the tingle
Unravel a little around the edges
But between the things that you didn't say
And the things I didn't mean to say
I'm not quite sure if
When it rains again
You will shelter me.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

that man-made fountain

So yesterday was terrible. It started out all right; at the driving centre, I literally bumped into S minutes before my lesson and we had a little chat. He told me about all the dance stints that he's been doing and I secretly envied him. Am I really this stuck in a rut? Not being chosen for Funka has been a self-fulfilling prophecy - because I think I'm not good, I became not good. Like he pointed out, it's prolly lack of self-confidence and opportunities. How true. Y'know... Every time I start talking about dance these days, I feel very bitter and nasty. Dance has changed from being my love to being my ex that sometimes I fondly reminisce about but that most of the time I spit at because of the turn of events it put me through.

But I digress. Will talk about dance some other time. If I could carefully screen my words to be not too foul.

Anyway... Afterwards, had QM lesson which ended early, again. I changed my mind about this Prof. I don't care if he can't speak Engrrish for nuts. He always releases us at least half an hour early, and that's awesome! Especially if otherwise you'd have to rush for dinner before *grumble* dance rehearsal *grumble grumble*.

So ate dinner and went for the combined rehearsal for Grand Opening, which form now on I shall shorten as GrOpe to make typing easier. Rehearsal was rather crap because of the last minute changes certain senior personnel put us through. Really, she is so bent on her own view that she doesn't care about frustrating our choreographer right in front of her face. I can see it was a total nightmare for everyone else except for the senior personnel.

But something else was going on as the rehearsal went s..l..o..w..l..y underway. My tummy was gurgling and accumulating air inside. I felt abdominal fullness and the taste of bile rising up. For the later half of the rehearsal I couldn't concentrate at all because of the ill feeling. I really wanted the GrOpe rehearsal to be over, but it went on and on, and each second that passed by became utter agony. And I came to wonder how come everyone didn't notice how sick I've become. I felt completely sick like I was about to die and nobody noticed. I tell ya, it is the worst feeling in the world to be wanting to cry for help so much, and nobody paid attention.

Finally couldn't take it so I excused myself. I wanted to go home in a cab but felt the puke coming along so I rushed to a toilet in the Accountancy block to do just that. I felt marginally better for about 5 seconds after puking, then had to puke another time. And another. I knew it was far from over because my abdomen was still in pain.

Walked out to call a cab again, but every single one of 'em had tiny black shadows of people inside. So I waited for my bus for about 100 years, and then inside that bus, I felt like puking for every three stops that we passed, so the bus ride was rather hellish, then I got home and puked about 4 - 5 more times.

I am bloody suing that stall selling chicken hor fun.

Monday, January 16, 2006

new beginning: freshly baked from the oven!

Ta-daaah! Got myself a new look for the blog, in congruence with the starting-fresh stuff I was going on about. The new look is more poised, more edgy aye? Speaking of poised and edgy, Project Runway's final episode will be airing tonight! And for the first time in a long while I'd be home to catch it!

This is possible because I didn't go for dance class at school. And I didn't go because I woke up this morning with a magically swollen throat. I say magical because there was no sign of any swelling yesterday. It just sorta... bloomed overnight. Well, the silver lining is that I get to skip my TWC class, which can be a total snore. I'm glad I have such an understanding Prof! I'm feeling better now, but still a bit weak, so I figured might as well rest at home rather than go for dance because boy do I need the rest! Tomorrow onwards will be filled with daily rehearsals for Grand Opening, intensive driving, and a make-up MPW quiz at 8.30 am on Thursday (!!!) because I won't be able to make it for my regular class this Friday noon. That is again because of the existence of a Grand Opening rehearsal starting at 8.20 am on Friday.

I'm using this calm before the storm to stock up on sleep, like a camel, y'know.

Guess the busy schedule is not something I should complain about. It's good in a way, like I'd be too busy to get reminded of how heartbroken I am. To be honest though, I'd rather mend my broken heart through slacking at home playing PS2, which is precisely what I did this afternoon after reading a bit of MPW. And it's not like I've felt heartbroken so far. Maybe I'm still at the numb denial stage. Maybe the sadness will set in during the 8.20 am Grand Opening rehearsal and I will burst into tears in the middle of the Brazilian dance. That'll be disastrous.

I'm grateful to the friends who have offered their listening ears and time. If I need someone to talk to, I'd definitely come to you guys. You're the best! If I ever feel lonely, I know I can count on you. If I ever feel like stabbing my heart with a kitchen knife, I'll be sure to let you know first. Though I most probably won't do something like that because I get queasy around blood.

Jokes aside, I'm pleasantly surprised you've offered your time so readily and willingly. We will definitely have to get together and chat. Not to mourn over past, but to gossip and bitch about the future!

Sunday, January 15, 2006

lesson #278: the relationship between donkeys and new beginnings

Haven't updated this blog for a while, and too many darned things have happened in between. On Wednesday I passed parallel parking and so I am well on my way in finishing my driving. I really really canNOT wait to get my license! Everything is so much more convenient with a car, and the feeling of independence is great.

On Thursday we had the bash at MOS. Jing came accompanied by her friends, and I had fun with Syd and Fen. Fen's boyfriend Darren was around and he was very nice. Actually Jess and Kunz were there at first too but we got separated by crowd, tables, and boys. Let me just bitch for a while about some of our exchange students. To put it bluntly, they are FUCKING DRUNKS. I guess I'm stereotyping here, but I had a very bad experience with two of them especially. They were drunk yet were carrying jugs of MORE alcohol and trying to squeeze in between people, ie. moi and some others. The result was as can be expected - they spilled the drinks all over. And let me just add one of them wasn't very skinny and he was sweating all over. Their drunken attitude was really annoying because they acted like they owned the place and didn't give a shit about us non-Caucasians. You want to have fun? Fine. You want to get drunk? Fine. Just don't ruin others' night.

Left early and in the cab I was overcome with the feeling of missing Gary so I messaged him. But let's move on.

On Friday, attended the exchange talk and also one of the most annoying classes ever - Income Tax. Seriously, I didn't know Accountancy people can be so... lame. This class should go down in history as one with the most number of dumb questions being asked. In fact, the Prof was so busy answering out-of-topic questions that we ran out of time without completing the syllabus. And we've got mostly a single person to thank for, someone whom I never wish to run into out of class because I may just turn all uncivilised and smack him. With a baseball bat.

On Saturday, had dance which ended kinda late so I couldn't accompany Syd to eat as I had to rush over to Gary's and she's got to buy her birthday presents. Then, at Gary's, I broke up with him. There are a million and one reasons why I broke up with him, and I don't think he'll want me to say a single one because they're all pretty personal to him and will hurt his pride. So. It shall forever remain a mystery.

Today, a Sunday, I had a QM meeting with Yang, Ms Chloe Lim Wei Wei (her name is damn cute!) and... Gary. Which kinda paints the picture for the coming weeks to come - how awkward it'll be having classes and projects with him. I especially hated the fact that he pretended like nothing has happened. Because everything has happened and everything has changed. I'm thinking of returning Ducky to him, and the poem that came with it, and the box and everything. They all stood for something I don't believe in anymore, because what I've believed in turned out to be a fake, or maybe not as genuine as I'd have liked it.

So anyway, today him and I were supposed to attend Shawnie's dinner party in which Shawnie will attempt to cook. So I feel kinda bad for Shawn because even though I knew him through Gary, I do consider him a nice friend of mine as well. Yet the gathering later will be filled with Gary's friends with whom I'm not so close with, and it will just be weird if I come. When I SMSed him to apologize for not coming and to tell him the reason why I wasn't coming, he gave the impression that he didn't believe this broken-up state will last permanently. And although it's true that Gary and I have broken up prolly a million times before, this time it has the odour of permanency to it. Basically things will not change if he doesn't apologise (which he won't. He's not the type to).

My ex = an ass = donkey. Breaking up with him = starting over = new beginnings. Thus is the relationship between donkeys and new beginnings.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

lesson #264: it's raining on everybody's parade

So let's talk about this rain. The one that has continuously poured over the immense (?) lengths of Singapore - ruining people's weekends, augmenting Monday blues to suicidal heights, and creating an extremely uncelebratory atmosphere for a public holiday. Oh, did I forget to mention making people's feet more smelly? When the denizens of Singapore trod over patches of water in their various footgear for wet days on end, not allowing the shoes to recover from dampness before being repeatedly subject to this ugliness of weather, our sense of smell (the ole' dear olfaction) suffers.

I personally am opting for a new shoe purchase as soon as my (damn? bloody? freaking?) TA pay finally comes in*. The lime green slippers from URS has turned the lovely colour of murky brown courtesy of The Weatherman up in the heavens.

*They promised me 15 Jan as a deadline. I hope they're not referring to 15 Jan 2007 or subsequent years.

I don't know about you, but I sure hope this weather lets up. It's ironic that mentioning the weather is usually the trick people use when they run out of things to say to an acquaintance. Now, we have EVERY REASON to talk about the weather to every bloody sort of acquaintance we've got! From our grandmothers, the security guards in campus, the crazy old men we encounter on public transport, to even our ARCHENEMIES! Yes! We may rejoice in this gathering, this union of souls, this one common agreement that the weather sucks.

Meanwhile, carrying umbrellas has never been made so fashionable.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

lesson #249: something shifted in my chi

2006 has so far proven to be THE year to act meticulous. There are so many things to take care of and they can be a lot of work when combined: exchange, driving, internship, holiday trips, summer courses. Probably I'm subconsciously trying to make up for the fact that I slacked pretty much the whole of last term. I did my assignments at the last minute and though I stressed over projects, it was due to a lot of procrastination on my part.

Well, this term is gonna be different. This term my project mates will be very happy indeed. So far I've written on my new purple diary all the events that I've got in January. All the deadlines are recorded and all necessary reminders written down. I have kept track of the textbook receipts so that I can claim my refund from the parental units (as they've stopped giving me allowance, I can't afford buying texts on my own). All the people who owed me money and whose money I owed are jotted down (Yang - you're top on my list! I will pay you back for the bash tickets once I've collected some money from the girls, which will be very very soon!). Wrapping of books are done right off the bat. I have read my readings and done my demo for the QM assignment.

Prolly the thing that required the most discipline was finally hitting the gym again after months' worth of pause. Ran 3 clicks yesterday (but at a very slow pace). I found it better to concentrate on working out when listening to music, so I foresee my iPod getting sticky with sweat in the hopefully near future.

Anyway, came across something in Anna's blog. She warned girls not to give up a foreign exchange opportunity just to be with their bfs. And it's funny because I bumped into Candace and she said the exact same thing. And what's funnier was because I had considered giving up exchange to be with G, who probably won't go on exchange next sem and maybe never.

I still think going on exchange with your boyfriend will be very very sweet. If given the opportunity, at least 50% of girls will go for it. But it'll only remain sweet if being put in an foreign environment doesn't tear you apart, or if petty quarrels escalating into mini volcano explosions don't ruin the experience. Exchange is such a rarity that it'll be a pity for it to be peppered with dramatic, moody moments instigated by lovers' tiffs. So it's risky like that, but the payoff may be huge. So it depends on your risk apetite in the end, I suppose.

But giving up on exchange is another matter. I'd go with the girls and say no. I love G now and he's my boyfriend but boyfriends don't last forever, unlike creepy California Fitness people. Boyfriends will metamorphosise into either ex-boyfriends or husbands. So. I don't want to have us break up and then have myself regretting not taking up exchange just because of a compulsive decision I made out of 'love'. Don't think I'm being pessimistic about our future. Just being rational, because the future is totally random and we'll never know what's in store for us.

Having said that, I still don't know if I'll go with Zhi and Yang next term, or a year later. If I go a year later, I'll aim for the States. I won't mind doing it alone. It all depends on whether I can score an internship now and thus forego the dreaded January internship, and whether I can manage my courses well enough.

Gosh. I'm talking about exchange on my blog. Driven and meticulous - I'm growing up! Next thing you know I'll be wearing cashmere sweaters and drinking tea with biscuits and knitting socks.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

lesson #247: brow-ther, it is no longer bushy in here

Thought I'd herald the coming school term with a DIY eyebrow-trimming session. Much like how the *SPOILER* *SPOILER* *SPOILER* Narnia lion was shaved before he went to get sacrificed before the White Witch.

Well it kinda turned out nice so here's a pic.


For once Casio churned out nice colours which flatter my skintone.

Got inspired by Evangeline Lily from Lost (yeah, Lost AGAIN, pardonez moi) to thin out the brows so I did that and I think it kinda makes my eyes look bigger. Like a goldfish, ya know? Glub glub glub.

As you probably could tell by the above reference, I *finally* went to watch Narnia. It wasn't as draggy as I thought it would be, so that's good. But the little girl who played Lucy can't act for nuts! Scenes where she's supposed to look frightened or sad are ruined because she totally looked like she was gonna break into smiles any minute! Arghhhh! I mean, of course there are obvious scenes where she really did cry, boo hoo, but there are scenes where you could easily tell that her acting's bad. I don't know man, maybe I just don't like her. Oh, and the older girl's character is just annoying, how she constantly nags at the oldest boy (oldest and cutest and blondest, tee hee). Don't get why she's got this load of arrows and she only fired once, not even in the real war.

The character I liked the most was of course, the Witch. She's kinda unstable, but she looked better wielding two swords than the good guys. For a movie made out of a children's book, Narnia's pretty good.

Right. It's 1.30 am in the morning now, too late to be bitching about a movie that everyone else in the whole world's watched, so I shall turn in.

Good night. Have a brow-tiful dream now.

Meh, it's hard to think of brow puns.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

lesson #263: new years are just another excuse to hype everybody up about nothing much

And yet we all fall for it. Suckers. Anyway, the reason I'm so grumpy on this glorious and rainy New Year is because I have been nursing an acute headache ever since I woke up, and it feels like the kind of headache that will be followed by cold sweat and mild fever. It feels like falling sick.

Crap!

Oh well, on the bright side, it WILL be the first time I get sick this year.

Speaking of firsts, this is my first post for 2006! Yayay yippee yay. Read title above.

And my neighbour is roasting chestnuts for the first time this year. The smell's wafting up to my room. Damn I love roasted chestnuts.

So. Been doing a load of unpleasant chores today which include reading up on how to write a good CV and randomly remembering stuff that needs to be done soon. It's a taxing process, this random recall business. How it goes is you remember something, for example that you need to e-mail the Dean of Students to ask about scholarship matters, and then you promise yourself that you will remember to do it and that you will jot it down somewhere, and then you slowly let that thought float away from your brain, and then when it's halfway gone from your mind, you wreck yourself with guilt that you didn't do the chore straight away, and then after a few moments of anguish the thought floats away completely and then you're back to feeling fine. Then an hour later while you're chatting with various people on MSN, you recall another matter which needs to be settled and the whole process repeats.

Then at the end of the day, which is now, you try to think back on the list of things to do and can't seem to come up with the whole list, and stress yourself up about it for a bit, then shrug the forgotten thought off as 'then it mustn't be as important as I thought it was then'.

Gosh the aroma of roasted chestnuts is killing me.

20 Facts About Myself, Because Syd Tagged Me

1. I like dance, but recently I've been having nightmares about it.
2. I have a headache.
3. I think Ducky's really cute.
4. I'm still in denial over the fact that school is starting in just two days. Feels like the holiday hasn't even started!
5. A lot of people think I'm a party girl but I'm not.
6. Though I do pride myself in being spontaneous, eg. playing mahjong / going to Sentosa / chilling out at a wine bar on a whim.
7. I have never really got around to cleaning up my room, and the goodies from each shopping trip just kept piling up. Ironically, I was obsessively neat as a child and I still psychotically enjoy putting plastic covers on textbooks. Darn good at it too.
8. I have pad thai craving sometimes.
9. Lost is really quite addictive.
10. I like soft juicy chestnuts.
11. I do not particularly enjoy French kisses, speaking of soft and juicy stuff.
12. I like eating sausages with honey.
13. I kinda regret not continuing my ballet training.
14. I hate it when alcohol makes me sleepy instead of hyper. And I prefer champagne to liqueur.
15. I like the feeling of having a crush on someone. But I'm not feeling it now, so that's sad.
16. I like the smell of new books, and the sensation of cracking them open for the first time.
17. I'm finally near the end of Shadow Hearts 2. It's one of the best games ever.
18. I find broad shoulders very very sexy.
19. I get queasy with blood.
20. I like men who are strong, dependable and trustworthy.

Think I'm gonna go procrastinate now. It's amazing how many hours can pass by when you're watching Lost. That Sawyer guy is hot! And Boone is kinda a loser.

Happy New Year!