Random highlight of the day.

So I spent the afternoon chilling at Starbucks by myself today and as I was leaving, I noticed that the people at random tables would turn to look at me as I passed by them. Normally if this happens I get very scared because it’s like omg, is there something on my face??? Or is it that I didn’t zip my pants/bag or something because it’s usually things like that that make people stare.

But, I had no visible zippers on me, and they were staring me in the eyeee so there had to be something on my face. So I quickly rushed to the toilet to check if there was anything on it, but there was nothing.

So I concluded that I was probably just very pretty today.

This was me the last 2 weeks.

But it’s okay I’ve caught up with the world already I will tell you cool things very soon.

Red Bull gives me wings indeed.

Hello I disappeared for a while.

I was at ADM FOC’s seniors camp last week (actual camp is in 2 weeks. I am an OGL. I am very excited).




Anyway I’ll just tell you a random story now.

So on the 2nd night of the camp, we had to stay up into the night so the camp committee brought some red bull girls to come give us free sponsored red bull.

But no matter how sleepy I was, I wouldn’t drink it. I remember once when I had some caffeine in Secondary school, and suddenly I decided it would be fun to sneak around the school compound, ninja-ing past people like a secret spy agent. My friends were with me but somehow they just kept a distance and let me do whatever I wanted.

At the time of my high I thought I was hilarious. But now, I just hope that I was a very smooth spy and nobody saw my face or at least remembered it.

(I would give you more examples of stupid incidents but no.)

And because I so vehemently refused to touch the can, I was a ball of embarrassing because yes I forgot to add in that above picture that there were actually people around me (we were having a really long meeting).

I would try to get up now and then, but I would just fall back asleep, and I’m pretty sure I looked like a fool in those desperate attempts keep awake, because my friends were laughing.

I felt like a drowning cat, except there was no water.

It was so bad that I wondered how I was going to survive 5 days of the actual camp with little to no sleep. Whether I should just go ahead and spam caffeine the 5 days or not.

Then it hit me. That I should probably just go ahead.

Because it seemed that whether or not I drink it, I’ll still look stupid.

It was a difficult revelation to come to terms with but at least now I know why I’m always rather apathetic when something embarrassing happens to me.

My dog peed glitter.

So yesterday my family got home at night, and I saw that my dog peed and shat on his newspaper so I decided to go clean it up. But as I walked towards it, something sparkled.

I stared closer at his dried-up pee and realized there was glitter in it.

And it couldn’t have been that someone decided it was funny and threw glitter all over his pee as a joke because we weren’t home when he relieved himself, and plus the glitter was embedded into the newspaper with the pee in the shape of a puddle.

I tried to recall if I’d used glitter in any recent craft project or whatever because maybe he’d accidentally ingested it but no, the last time I took out my bottle of glitter was in January when we dressed Martin up as a mermaid at the Aquarium Park. And even if he ate glitter, it should be coming out in his poop right?

I’ll show you a picture.

Yes that’s what I said, I’ll show you a picture. I’m warning you ah don’t say I never. I’m warning you now. If you are afraid of pee don’t blame me if you scroll down and puke.

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This was taken with my phone. Okay I know most cameras don’t do justice to the shiny nature of glitter because it just becomes white specks, but yeah close enough.

So at first, I was really excited and had all these fantastical ideas about how my dog is slowly evolving into a unicorn and how I could totally use a unicorn as a pet like we could go on magical rainbow adventures together and other cool things like that

..but then I googled ‘my dog peed glitter’ and the results kinda burst my bubble.

They said that the glitter was actually crystals that formed when his pee dried up because it was too concentrated. They said if this carries on, my dog might be having UTI/kidney stones or something, which of course, freaked me out (though I have to say I was definitely more disappointed than anything else to find out that my dog wasn’t a unicorn after all).

But he’s fine today. In case you were wondering. All his pee puddles dried up glitter-less. I think he just didn’t drink enough water yesterday because all of us forgot to refill his water bowl when we went out in the morning.

Actually I believe he’s just okay because I made him pray with me after the incident.

And also because I force-fed him water a lot of times after that, like I would seize him prison-torture style and shove his face to his water bowl and make him lick it all up but it was all for his own good.

I passed my driving FTT!

*I am pretty claustrophobic so the only kind of dance parties I know of are the ones at home where I’m all by myself. I have never stepped into a club or anything before but I hope you like my interpretation of those strobe lights.

You probably think I’m a bit too excited, because I just passed a mere theory test, not even the practical driving test. In fact, you probably think I’m a lot like the fat dude who just won the wii tennis championships but has never actually played tennis before in his life.

But trust me, this was really huge for me because of how high the chances of me failing was.

I had so much to do the past week, I only started studying a day before. I finished reading the FTT handbook in the morning of my test, and didn’t even have time for the Q&A book. I just did one online trial (which I failed for that matter) before leaving for the actual test.

Yet I had so much peace the whole time leading up to it I don’t know how. This pass was by so much grace, I don’t even. All Jesus man.

Anyways, on a pretty random but related note, I think they need to re-edit and reprint the FTT handbook because I cannot stand how it has so many grammar mistakes in it.

I tried to restrain the inner grammar Nazi in me from getting angsty but it was really quite frustrating, especially when I was trying to speed-read due to time constraints.

I remember there was this page that had like 3 grammar mistakes altogether which is way too many for a single page to handle you poor page

 

Then in the actual test itself, there was a grammar mistake in one of the questions and it really bugged me. I mean I know in Singapore we just Singlish all the way, anyhow talk etc but even in school all test questions had to be grammatically sound because they were official tests and this was an official test and official things cannot have mistakes they cannot.

The question went something like this: 

But that’s just my OCDs speaking I am truly very happy that I passed so I am just gonna go and comfort some book pages and dance some more.

Going to a fashion show is more stressful than I thought.

Whaddup something pretty interesting actually happened so far in this supposed adventure blog.

So last week Raph’s dad got tickets to the Audi Fashion Fest so Raph and I went to one of the shows because I’d never been to an actual fashion show before. I thought I’d be excited or something, but then in the afternoon before I left for it I was a tragic mess of OMGIDONTKNOWWHATIMDOINGOMG

Stress Ordeal #1:

So I had a grand total of 2 possible dresses that befit the occasion yet both just didn’t feel good enough.

So since they both looked the same to me (ie equally horrible), I picked Dress 2 at random and left my house to meet Raph.

He still hadn’t changed yet when I reached the MRT near his house, so he got me first to go wait at his place instead.

 

So as usual, I won the comeback competition because that last statement of his was clearly soaked in defeat. He got changed and we went to the fashion fest an hr early. So since we had time to kill, we walked around the car showroom instead, and Raph got into a car.

Stress Ordeal #2:

I’ve never even been to a car show before so I kinda freaked out and I was all *loud whisper* OMGAWD WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OUT THEY ARE GOING TO COME AND GET YOU when he went in, but he said we’re allowed to, and told me to get inside. All cars look the same to me so I really didn’t have much to say when he asked me what I thought about that one. There was a screen that popped up in front thingum (yes I don’t know what it’s called) when you pressed something, so I said ‘that’s cool’.

I said nothing else.

Ok I was feeling a lot more clueless than stressed here actually, but my cluelessness really stressed me out.

Then we ate some of the free food at the counter where the friendly dude was all ‘Just eat everything okay? Today very little people. Tapao also can.’

So i stood there eating shrimp and beef out of cups and spoons like I do that all the time.

Then the show was pushed back so we had to wait outside for it start, and while waiting we sat next to this really sweet couple at one of the seats and Raph started a conversation with them.

Stress Ordeal #3:

Raph’s really good at making complete strangers fall in love with him at first sight and stuff like that that help you become successful in life, and although it’s true that I don’t like talking to strangers unless it’s absolutely necessary (like it’s the first day of school and I have no friends or if I’m lost and google maps decides to fail on me), I’d like to think I’m not a complete loser at making small talk either. But I just pale so horribly in comparison to my boyfriend that whenever we’re together I feel this inherent need to pace with his god-level social skills, so I try really hard but somehow my efforts are forever futile and nobody wants to be my friend.

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(haha ok for the record they were really very sweet I think most people just generally don’t know what to say when I say I’m in art school.)

When the show started it was very surreal because I’d never seen anything like that before, but the glamour of it all was somehow pretty suffocating, and by the end of it my most exciting part of the night was probably that moment when I found free chocolate in the goodie bag.

Stress Ordeal #4:

#somethingonlyweknow I cannot tell you.

And so this is why I doubt I’ll be going to one of these things again anytime soon because as much as I think it’s pretty breathtaking to watch some of the most gorgeous people in some of the most gorgeous clothes I’ve ever seen all in a single place, it’s really too stressful and if I wanted to get some chocolate I could just go to the store.

Progress.

Yes I very efficiently stripped my floor clean today, and I found out that one of the bags next to my bed was a bag of shirts I brought to the tailor to get altered last week but hadn’t tried on.

So last week, I cleared out my wardrobe and split my clothes into
1) clothes I wanna keep,
2) clothes I wanna give away, and
3) clothes I wanna alter (although I swore this would be the last of it, because I am only gonna buy clothes that fit perfectly from now on. This saves me from reckless buy-and-regret shopping, and I don’t have to spend time altering them either, because I know I will not bother to.)

So I tried on my shirts (3 of the same shirt in different colours, they were sold in threes).

This is what happened last week:

   

20 minutes ago:

  

 

I actually liked those shirts. So moral of the story really, just buy clothes that fit perfectly.

P.S.
Funny how I started this blog thinking it will be filled with brand new exciting adventures, especially since holidays have started and there’s a higher chance of something magical happening, but here I am ranting about ever intriguing topics like packing my room and clearing out my wardrobe. Who knows, maybe next I’ll be musing upon my laundry exploits.

What is my life.