you know what’s really ironic?

Drive-bys.

Even in the ghetto, where people are so poor they can’t afford proper food, they can afford a car to drive around and shoot people in.

And, of course, guns. But that’s America for you.

(yeah i’ve just been watching Save the Last Dance, so forgive the un-pc-ness)

So despite the fact that that elusively adorable and very I-want-that-car car has been zooming past me twice or four times in the past two weeks, taunting me with its mystery, and making me want it, I’ve totally lost my driving mojo.

I had stopped lessons because I thought I was going to King’s College, but when it turned out that someone didn’t want me to go after all, I just have not felt motivated to call Jimmy and schedule more lessons.

I mean, I just want to be able to drive; I wish I could just insert some disc/usb device and upload the neccessary data to my brain and just be able to drive already. Plus, I want to actually be able to, you know, have a car?

So yes, it’s driving me slightly insane, not being able to find out what that car is—I swear, it looks very Honda-esque, but I can’t find the model! Or even confirm the make, really. But at the same time, I just don’t feel very driven (heh. no pun intended) to restart driving lessons.

Then, yesterday night, I rewatched the 2003 The Italian Job. A few things happened.

1) I’m again reminded of how sexy Mark Wahlberg is. whoo!

2) I’m again in love with the Mini Cooper. I mean, this was the first car I ever wanted! Althought, granted, that was the older one, which I still like cos it’s so tiny and has that adorable boxy look to it, and an almost dinky quality. But then I fell in love with the newer ones, cos they were simply so zoomy. And sporty-yet-chill. (It’s hard to describe why I like the mini so much…) Damn those bloody new urban males for making it all too-trendy!! And damn The Italian Job for making me want them again!! Those damn things cost nearly $100k la! shite.

3) I finally called Jimmy.

Maybe I should watch selected clips from the movie before I go for driving lessons…haha.

So Hurls messaged on Sunday with news of a Kate Spade sale, which was met with much bag-lust and bemoaning of poverty. Today, M and I decided that the best time to (not) get tempted by lovely luxury goods is when one actually cannot afford said luxury goods—no money, no honey. So off we traisped to Raffles City after ‘work’ (for me, not her, she actually was working). Because of an early lunch à la deck, by the time we got out of school we were starving, so of course, we stopped at Cedele for dinner. We had grand plans, we did. Yoguru, food, Cedele cakes, Macs’ Cinnamon Melts…..sadly, a meal at Cedele often means that there’s no room for dessert, unless it’s takeaway.

So takeaway I did! :) I mean, the best part of the meal is really dessert.

Ok, not true. Any meal at Cedele is a good one, but as the old saying goes, my eyes are often bigger than my stomach, which is why clever restauranteurs invented takeaway! So after a very satisfying meal of Saffron Clam Chowder, and Burmese Shan Tofu salad and Garden Pasta salad (which, delish as it was, left me kinda missing my Cedele staple, the turkey and brie..tolja my eyes are way too big),  we were energised for a bout of serious shopping looking at bags.

SIGH. Sadly, the bag I really loved was a) not on sale and b) black. Not that I have anything against black, I just think it would be cooler in like a spring-y yellow or green. Oh and c) I just spent over $100 on that timbuk2..? yeah, that.

So sadly, there was nothing to buy at Kate’s, which ended up with me going back to Cedele for, you guessed it, TAKEAWAY! muahahahahaHAHAHAHAHahahahahahHAHAHAHAH!

ahem.

Yep. got the Apple Nut Cheesecake, which is lovely. I mean, apple crumble and cheesecake in one slice! what could be better? :)

So yes, shit happens, life sucks, and crazy people try to get you down, but some days, a good meal (plus takeaway) is really all you need to make it a good day. Because despite everything else that’s been happening, today really was a good day.

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In case you’re wondering, yes, the box is empty.. :D

…that the only thing that has tempted me to get facebook is finding out that Tamora Pierce has facebook..?

heh.

So after that book-buying spree on Wednesday, I went back to Kino on Saturday. Yes, it is a disease, but I am so enjoying the ravages. See, cos we all got up pre-crack-of-dawn to go send V off to China, we sat at Starbucks reading, and I realised that Ink Exchange was not, as I had originally thought, another Melissa Marr book, but the not-so-direct sequel to Wicked Lovely, and Fragile Eternity was actually the third book. So, seeing as how I had been up for 6 1/2 hours, and it was only 12pm, I decided to (continued) take advantage of the Kino sale, and head down to Taka with the faint hope that Ink Exchange was finally in in paperback.

And it was!!!!!!!

*biig grin*

(like literally. I saw the book, and I actually just bust out a big ol’ grin)

Kino is how sneaky la, ok. The book wasn’t there on Wednesday, but it was on Saturday.

This is so totally a sign. A sign that I should buy more books!!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

ahem.

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So, I finished Ink Exchange today, and there’s something about Melissa Marr’s books that’s really moving. There’s always such sense of sadness in her books, and especially towards the end, they just feel so..tragic, more so in Ink Exchange than in Wicked Lovely. WL was more melancholy, but the ending in IE was really just—terribly sad. But sad in a good way, the kind of sad Casablanca makes me feel—it kinda (or totally) sucks that the ending you wanted didn’t happen, but it’s really the right ending.

Bittersweet, I guess, is the word.

Not to mention the cover is damn sexy.

(oh, and my tattoo-consideration that started with Miami Ink has been re-kickstarted by this book. :))

So now I want to just READ READ READ.

and that makes me happy. I just wish i had a nice comfy, oversized, overstuffed armchair in which to sit and read.

maybe i should go steal one from starbucks……

:)

nope, I didn’t really say that.

so I used to love The Fast and The Furious, but now watching it just makes me feel like an inept clod.

On the bright side, my top speed’s now 55kmph, and I can successfully start from an upslope without any embarrassing grinding/whining engine noises or stalling….

wow, am I a speed goddess or what?

oh. my. god.

you know how in dramas there are always those scenes with the protagonist standing there with his/her hands jammed over his/her ears screaming, “Oh my God, make it stop! Someone make the voices stop!!!”?

Well, the only difference between me and those people is a) I can only wish I can do that, and b) these voices are actually real, not just in my head. They’re the noises of the irritatingly stupid moronic fuckers in the living room who don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about and simply won’t. shut. up.

ARGH, MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE THE VOICES STOP!!!!!!!! SOMBUHDEEE PLEEEAAASSSSE MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!

The facts are these:
I woke up at 7.30am.
It’s now 5.53pm.
From the hours of 7.30am-5.50pm, I was in a perfectly fine mood, bar some small admin-related annoyances.
After that, that fine mood just went downhill.
I stepped into the house at 5.51pm.
Coincidence?
Somehow I doubt it.

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Whee. I just had one great day today. Kino’s 20% sale is finally here, so I went, and boy did I buy up a storm. I bought the three Phillip Pullman books, the third NightWorld book, the Secret Circle books, and Fragile Eternity. I can’t decide which I want to read first!! Oh, and not to mention, I still have those books I bought two weeks ago…:)110620092436.jpg

yay i’m happy. Now I just have to remember to buy book-wrap at the coop tomorrow and the reading can begin in earnest. :))

OH and not to mention I finally bit the bullet and decided to just read my lib-copy of Bloodhound. I’m like 20 pages in and I can’t believe I managed to wait this long. It’s really really fantastic. I love her writing style in the Beka Cooper books, and that’s saying a lot, cos I usually don’t read first-person narratives.

It looks like June is going to go down as the Month of Spending. I’ve spent about $160 on books alone this month, and I’m finally getting a Timbuk2 which, whilst known for durable and sturdy bags, is not exactly a budget-brand.

But well.

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:)

oh my god this waiting this is not easy.

as much as I know how screwed up nusadmin can be, and how long they take to get things done, everytime my google notifier chimes I get all excited and check to see if it’s the email notifying us about king’s college. even though i know that there’s no way the mail’s coming at 12.50am.

gah.

 

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The To-Buy BookList: TIME TO HEAD DOWN TO KINO!.

Everything by L.J. Smith (5 7 down, many more to go!)

Terrier—Tamora Pierce

Bloodhound—Tamora Pierce

Ink Exchange—Melissa Marr(woohoo!!)

Fragile Eternity—Melissa Marr (!!!)

Wicked (the green-paged one)—Gregory Maguire

What Einstein Told His Cook—Robert L. Wolke

Kitchen Confidential—Anthony Bourdain

Beauty—Robin McKinley

Phillip Pullman Sally Lockhart books

The To-Read BookList

A Void—Georges Perec

The Stress of Her Regard—Tim Powers

The Tiger in the Well—Phillip Pullman

Eagerly Anticipating

HONOURS YEAR, BABY!

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