High hopes in velvet ropes.
Got woken up at the unearthly hour of 7 AM ARE YOU KIDDING ME on a perfect sunday morning, by natasha michiko yokoyama who's having the time of her life chilling in Canada. Thought some stalker got the wrong number, because I had a missed call from the same unidentifiable number on Saturday morning.
me: .....Hello...?
Nat: HI PAIGE!
me: ..............
me: omg hi nat! (with slightly less enthusiasm and a very croaky voice)
I miss fighting with my chairman.
BUT SO COOL I ACTUALLY GOT A PHONE CALL FROM CANADA. And a canadian wall post on fb and a canadian sms. Hahahahaha I am so easily thrilled.
I realised today my schoolwork productivity on weekends, on a scale of one to ten, veers between zero and one. I need to go for self-motivation courses and study dates with friends! *though for the latter more talking than studying will be done. Mom had to unstitch my pinafore because I got too many exclamations on how slutty I looked, with a hemline ten cm above my knees.And jerry/athena/reassena said they could see my fbts/underwear whenever I bent over to pick up stuff. I swear that was so embarrassing.
Crystle crashed my house yesterday and to put it simply, to steal my jewellery, buy used items from me (will not state the purpose so as to save her from being branded a cheapo) and help her dress up as a rock star. I'm so happy I got more moolah.
Been selling all my old manga comics (thank you elizabeth, rachel, linhui!) and so far I have earned a decent $20 from selling 10 books (they are in mint condition, mind you). THIS IS GOING KINDA WELL. So whenever my wallet's screaming for cash and emitting waves of poverty, I just sell a book, and poof! I don't have to starve for lunch. I feel so entrepreneur-ish. Though I used to buy one book of fruits basket in primary school for an exhorbitant sum of EIGHT DOLLARS AND NINETY CENTS (and that means I'm making a loss of eight to seven dollars for one book!), I still feel quite content. That is why I want a job. Because I love working, regardless of what job I get. And I get money. Shit I'm so money-minded.
Watched Singapore Idol on saturday evening (the replay), and it was the group performance. That was the first time I actually sat down to watch more than half an hour of SI, because other times I just watched the snippets/short clips for five minutes before hurrying off to do something else or I simply forget to watch it at all.
My gosh. If I were the contestants, I'd feel so mortified that I'd run away and migrate to Canada (haha). SIMON COWELL WOULD FAIL ALL THE CONTESTANTS. And these were the people that actually made it pass the auditions! Singapore's talent pool...oh man. And not that I can sing well, but seriously, everyone is just so darn bad that half the time I was cringing and grimacing with chagrin or laughing out loud because the singing was just so off.
AMERICAN IDOL FOREVER.
But I'm still going to continue watching - just for laughs.
To top off my very slackish week -
federer's in the cincinnati finals with djokovic! (((((((((((((((((((((:
me: .....Hello...?
Nat: HI PAIGE!
me: ..............
me: omg hi nat! (with slightly less enthusiasm and a very croaky voice)
I miss fighting with my chairman.
BUT SO COOL I ACTUALLY GOT A PHONE CALL FROM CANADA. And a canadian wall post on fb and a canadian sms. Hahahahaha I am so easily thrilled.
I realised today my schoolwork productivity on weekends, on a scale of one to ten, veers between zero and one. I need to go for self-motivation courses and study dates with friends! *though for the latter more talking than studying will be done. Mom had to unstitch my pinafore because I got too many exclamations on how slutty I looked, with a hemline ten cm above my knees.And jerry/athena/reassena said they could see my fbts/underwear whenever I bent over to pick up stuff. I swear that was so embarrassing.
Crystle crashed my house yesterday and to put it simply, to steal my jewellery, buy used items from me (will not state the purpose so as to save her from being branded a cheapo) and help her dress up as a rock star. I'm so happy I got more moolah.
Been selling all my old manga comics (thank you elizabeth, rachel, linhui!) and so far I have earned a decent $20 from selling 10 books (they are in mint condition, mind you). THIS IS GOING KINDA WELL. So whenever my wallet's screaming for cash and emitting waves of poverty, I just sell a book, and poof! I don't have to starve for lunch. I feel so entrepreneur-ish. Though I used to buy one book of fruits basket in primary school for an exhorbitant sum of EIGHT DOLLARS AND NINETY CENTS (and that means I'm making a loss of eight to seven dollars for one book!), I still feel quite content. That is why I want a job. Because I love working, regardless of what job I get. And I get money. Shit I'm so money-minded.
Watched Singapore Idol on saturday evening (the replay), and it was the group performance. That was the first time I actually sat down to watch more than half an hour of SI, because other times I just watched the snippets/short clips for five minutes before hurrying off to do something else or I simply forget to watch it at all.
My gosh. If I were the contestants, I'd feel so mortified that I'd run away and migrate to Canada (haha). SIMON COWELL WOULD FAIL ALL THE CONTESTANTS. And these were the people that actually made it pass the auditions! Singapore's talent pool...oh man. And not that I can sing well, but seriously, everyone is just so darn bad that half the time I was cringing and grimacing with chagrin or laughing out loud because the singing was just so off.
AMERICAN IDOL FOREVER.
But I'm still going to continue watching - just for laughs.
To top off my very slackish week -
federer's in the cincinnati finals with djokovic! (((((((((((((((((((((:
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