i'm sorry for the pro-longed stagnancy. it takes more than a bit of willpower to log on to the computer to check my email and to blog these days, what with the endless serials i'm watching, as well as the faulty mouse which makes me want to dash it against the floor.

to jimmy - when will you be back? i miss you.
to karmun - thanks for always, always making the effort to keep in touch. a lazy bum like me would hardly lift a finger to do anything, otherwise. i'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow :)
to loompa - i love you, and i'm sorry i haven't been doing my bit to keep in touch.

i'll blog soon, i promise.

age is not just lived, but survived.

but then i found out, that beauty is always a lie;
and superficiality, the truth.

everlasting beauty is only ever found in the hands of God.

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"Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro:
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it."

/

"each man is but a breath."

i turned eighteen with the best kind of friends a girl could have. and because, as karmun puts it, i'm "worth more than one day", i had a fabulous night of celebrations.

on 5th September at 1910, we cut my birthday cake discreetly in the cinema after karmun and yujin sung me a birthday song, and dug into it while watching The Devil Wears Prada, which, incidentally is a movie that we completely enjoyed. quite original storyline, good cast, very entertaining dialogue, and of course, as everyone will say, beautiful clothes. next up- john tucker must die!

i'm glad i didn't spend my day brooding over insincere wishes or even waiting for certain sms-es, but i do feel silly about even daring to feel unloved in the morning and forcing myself to study in the reading room thinking i'd be mature enough to "study now, celebrate later" (meaning post-prelims); then feeling so upset i wanted to leave the reading room to go and celebrate my birthday by myself. but i guess i'm still entitled to one last childish outburst before i fully turn eighteen la huh. suddenly, that brings back embarassing recounts of a certain sesame & muntou story when i was 16. but let's not hang that all out for public viewing pleasure.

i'll let a few photos do the talking.


at the movies: my world-class chocolate fudge cake 100% hand-baked by chef sum:

(chef says: "with chocolate rice at the side!")

still in the cinema: my favourite chef and grandma jung.


tttbs. (exclusive acronym)


118 candles; once eighteen.

i snuck out of the house after midnight for this, a (quite unpalatable) quasi-vegemite sandwish, and to watch train-man on a laptop with creepy crawlies all around me. can i ask for a more original round-off to my 18th celebrations?


thank you to all those who remembered;
all other memories will be firmly placed with me.


p/s. i'll be away for some time.

even yong chai chicken rice tasted mediocre today.

118 candles; once eighteen.