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Sunday, April 09, 2006

dad part II

So dad flew home on Friday night and brought me goodies. The complete first season of Desperate Housewives as well as... wait for it... *hyperventilates*... SH3!!! AAAAHHHH!!!

Ok. Slowly breathe.

Ok, so those two things really make me wish that exams would end even sooner and my internship wouldn't start 'til later. I just want to stay at home and be a couch potato, alternately drooling over Jesse Metcalfe or else glueing my hands onto the PS2 controller.

I'm such a kid aren't I? Haha.

Fen helped us sign up for this Nike Rock Star thingummy going on next Thursday. Basically we're gonna go there and dance and if we're good enough we'll win Nike vouchers! Yayay. I don't mind making a complete arse of myself for Nike vouchers. The current Nike Women collection's pretty nifty.

Had some dad-forced spring cleaning of my old study table just now. Unearthed plenty of things from the drawers, including an unsent fan letter to Leonardo DiCaprio (Leo who??) written waaaay back in bad English, and my secondary school art file full of drawings of masks, 'artsy' pencil-shading of croissants, as well as Vincent Van Gogh's sunflower imitations.

Yeah... they kinda remind me of why they were buried in the first place.

Since this entry is very random (blogging 'cos I'm at a loss of what to do - I've had quite enough of practicing tax questions, yet feeling too guilty to play PS2) I shall up the random factor by a bit.

Can't remember if I wrote down in words my lamentation of a fringe cut too short, but well I'm quite satisfied with it now as it has grown a bit and verging on looking normal.

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Hello normality.

Pardon the faux-cute facial expression. Can't find other pics that exhibit the fringe length better.

Finished Fixed Income's take home paper yesterday. Aided by G, went to the optics shop at school to make new specs. This is how it went. We were walking towards SoB (oh, pardon, I meant LKCSB) from the POSB ATM when I caught a glimpse of the optics shop. So I said, "Oooh specs! Can we go inside? I wanna make new specs. Help me choose a frame!"

Hence the need for new specs was created within seconds, and we came out roughly 45 minutes later with a deeper hole dug into my pocket. But I'm quite excited about the new specs.

Ho-hum. Shall watch Desp Housewives now. Or else study?

mon has bin bad at 4:03:00 PM