i'm still not done with the experimenting of makeup.
sometimes, it does get rather taxing having to wake up 15 minutes earlier to draw eyeliner & curl your lashes yet for some people, they do it in 3 mins and can't live without it.
its pretty amazing.

anyway, yesterday i met rui for a cuppa in the evening.
so i asked her if i look better with eyeliner & mascara.

me: does it look okay? better with or without?
rui: oh, hmm.. well, you look brighter..
me: thats a good thing!
rui: brighter as in "brighter", not smarter.
me: WAH LAO.....
rui: yeah, sharper too. sharper as in it sharpens your features not, smarter.
me: yeah, i GET IT. i GET IT.

hahahhaah. the pros & cons of having friends that are TOO honest.
at least you know that their feedback can be trusted lah.

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for you know who you are

i was just randomly blogsurfing when i chanced upon this blogger who was writing about her tragic heartbreak.
how she couldn't down a morsel of food without feeling like she wants to throw up.
how she had to fight back her tears whenever she chanced upon something familiar that led to her remembering.
i think, it isn't the loss of the person that "kills" you but rather, the fond memories.
alot of times, we end up remembering the best of that person while forgetting the pain, hurt & anger that they've put us through.

i somehow feel we can live without that person, whoever he/she may be but its just that we CHOOSE not to.
before, we were doing pretty much fine weren't we?
its all about just getting back into the groove of our "previous" life.

you wonder why the worst of bouts of heartbreak seem to hit you when you're at your lowest.
its not that, its just that we have a tendency to THINK about things when we feel low because we want to feel the support of someone close to us, to know that someone actually cares or at least, bothers. the ironic thing is EVEN if you have someone, that someone might not necessarily actually fill that need.
And the funny thing is that we tend to forget about Him when we're at our saddest when the first person we should run to is Him because, what man cannot do, God always does.


like i said for the millionth time, it gets easier with time, dahling. =)

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pink cheeks, lined eyes & full red lips

ensuing conversation with rach in the lift -

me: rach, this morning i experimented with the blusher. is it too like red or something?
rach: huh? what blusher?
me: huh? u mean u can't tell i put?
rach: like nothing leh!


OKAY, ANYBODY, SOMEBODY?
I NEED HOW TO PUT MAKE UP & LOOK PRESENTABLE 101 LESSONS.
cons? wendy?

i seriously need the full works.
mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blusher, blending, whatever terms associated with makeup lah.
#)(@&(*&#@(*&#@&^**!&^#*&*&@

i probably have to start waking up half an hour earlier.
something which i obviously dont want to do.

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sometimes i feel so overwhelmed.

everybody's important, it doesn't matter who.





i made friends with the pantry lady, okay, when i say make friends.. i mean we have like 15 minute conversations everytime i go to the pantry & we're pretty chummy.

i know which church/service timing she attends, what her daughter does for a living, how much her footwear costs, what she usually does on weekends & where to get really good assam fish for lunch. yah i know, very kaypo is me.

so now, i get special treatment.
i get one little portion of the day's fruits just for me delivered after lunch if i miss the morning "dispensation" that also happens to run out REALLY fast.
i get called to the pantry if the fruit of the day is shiok like strawberries.
she'd tell me when the biscuits are freshly refilled so confirm won't lau hong one okay.

hahaha, she's so important!

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yesterday, my new driving instructor decided that he'd make some time for me and gave me an extra lesson eventhough he doesn't work sundays.
i bet he used to be a rebel. i can so imagine him with the whole leather getup & long straggly hair.
he wears bright yellow adidas tees, khaki cutoffs with moccasins and dyed brown hair.
oh, i forgot to add that he's like what? 45 years old??
he dresses like the average 23 year old undergrad.

anyway, he decided that we'd go for an adventure since it was a leisurely sunday afternoon.
"you need experience, sophia" he drawled lazily in mandarin.

so he brought me from bedok -> shenton way/tanjong pagar/raffles place -> vivo city -> bukit merah -> adam road -> macpherson -> paya lebar -> tampines -> bedok.

"nobody's gonna believed you drove on the expressway with an L-plate"
"oh okay, why?"
"because you're not supposed to drive on expressways with an L-plate, my dear girl"
"WTH!!??"
"its okay, its sunday."
"what has this gotta do with sundays!??"
"sundays, we break the law and ma da never come catch us because this is life."


there were times i nearly didn't break in time and he went: oh, its not your fault. its the other driver's fault. terrible terrible drivers. their driving instructor definitely isn't me. you, my girl are fantastic! see how you navigate the sharp turns!


HAHAHAHHAHAHA, he's the best "confidence building" instructor EVAR!!

i now have this impression that all driving instructors are abit strange.
the first one sang songs & spouted poems.
now this?

what have we next sia.

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i've learnt that sometimes verbal agreements just don't cut it.

the other day, one person said something and the other remembered it.
but today, after an issue & some miscommunication.
everyone promptly forgot what they said and started blaming each other.

i mean seriously, as a bystander, i found it amazing how one can twist one's words to fit the situation.
how vehement denial of one's words can save your own ass, sure. but at the expense of killing the rest?

its all of game of he said, she said.
i've learnt how to take everything with a pinch of salt.

i'm glad this is gonna be over.

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