What now

I couldn't stand a single day without getting any work done this Lunar New Year period; I couldn't quit checking my gmail and NUSmail thrice a day, I couldn't stop reading research papers and looking for theoretical frameworks to fit our research topic and I couldn't stop myself from looking for a suitable candidate for my profile story. The latter's probably justified because it's due this coming Thursday and I haven't nailed anything solid down yet.

I'm always stressed out during the weeks leading up the New Year, largely worrying about finishing whatever work I could before I give myself a break during the festive season. Then I'll go back to being a workaholic just hours into the Rabbit Year. GAH. I didn't even bother as much with my New Year shopping.

Plus I'm the typical young Singaporean adult who abhors visiting relatives to the max. Before JC, people would tell me the same old stuff; that I should slim down and be like my second sis who was as skinny as a beanpole; that I should buck up with my studies because my mum would tell them how I scored 36 for my Sec 4 mid-year L1R5. Then after I entered Uni, the questions took a drastic turn, but still as monotonous and repetitive as ever; whether I have a boyfriend, that I'm much skinnier than I had been in the past, how did I lose so much weight, what am I doing now, am I working now, what am I studying now...

Shuddup.

I mean, seriously, it's already past my line of tolerance when people shove kueh lapis and bahkwa in my face - now you're firing off, paparrazzi style, and asking me questions you've asked last year. And I can easily predict the questions that will come next year - Are you still studying? Are you planning to go for further studies? Where are you working at now? Are you attached? When are you getting married? Why didn't you bring your boyfriend today? What is your boyfriend working as? Does he earn more than you? Have you went to queue for a flat already? When are you planning to have kids?

Shuddup already.

I'm just glad it's over.

Lalalalalala Life

Nobody said it was easy, right? I could spend the next 10 paragraphs lamenting my ill fate in school and how I had spent 3 weeks doing everything except blogging, but that would totally kill my CNY mood by reminding me of those dreaded people who have been shoved in my face.


Just to sidetrack a little, I've recently become a firm believer of clean skin. after suffering under the merciless hands of my beautician. My, what strong hands she has, especially when it comes to extracting blackheads and blemishs. Plus she's become the additional voice in my head, reminding me about the same things every single session. I've been ill-treating my skin since the day I was introduced to face powder, and this is where this little gem comes into play.





Palgantong theatrical makeup powder has officially ousted the Faceshop's pore-clogging mineral powder from my make-up regime. Seriously, is there anything from Faceshop that does what it actually boasts about? After going through their cleansers, toners, make-up bases, loose powder, BB cream, concealer sticks, I've decided that enough is enough. Not to mention the filter tops of their loose powder falls off every single time I try to dispense powder. And the loose powder simply disappears after an hour in the sun. And the BB cream (which the salesgirl recommended because it wouldn't clog pores) actually clogs pores. Gosh, are you sure you guys originated from Korea?

And Julie finally deflowered her virgin hair.

The chestnut colour (or so they say) only revealed itself after the third wash, which meant that I spend 2 days trying to convince everyone at home that I didn't waste $17.95 to kill my heair. GAH. Why didn't I write this into my New Year's resolution list?

Julie also spent some time falling sick.

Actually it was just half a day of fever, a persistent cough and an inflamed throat. I also tried to convince the doctor at the UHC to prescribe me some hormone pills by explaining my predicament to her ("Doc, I've been missing my period for weeks now, and I was wondering if you could just gimme some hormone pills to make it come back..."). She shot me a look which meant an unwavering big fat "NO", and started to lecturing me on how such things were normal and why I should quit being a kan chiong spider over such trivial matters. *Mumble mumble*

And, GAH, don't watch this if you can't stand bad plots.

Let's serve Jay Chou some justice (I can't believe I'm doing this); he did whatever he could, so I'm not boo-ing him this time. He even managed short, clear sentences in a language he's probably never dreamt of mastering before. But there were simply too many loose ends in the plot that the director had been unable to tie up within 115 minutes. Plus The Green Hornet would be the bane of vintage car collectors; the crew had searched the entire continent of USA to suss out close to 30 of the 65' Chrysler Imperial Crowns still surviving for the filming, and only 3 had survived the ordeal. Where's the LOVE?! Couldn't you guys have used something else? Like the 87' Buick Regal? Or the 89' Lincoln Town Car? *mad*

Oh gosh I'm so angry, I can't stop.