Today’s Friday (only!). I feel very…unoccupied. What with the dreaded Policy paper over and done with, and Public Relations in bloody two-and-a-half weeks from now.

Everone else is studying for exams, or at work. Nobody’s home either; my brother who’s on holiday has gone to sit for the ASEAN scholarship test at Garden International. LOL this makes him the…seventh one in the family to qualify for the scholarship test? Both my older cousin Sylfyn and I flunked out at this stage. The Genius Yap family all qualified for it, I think, but only two accepted it.

Oh boo to you Singapore, discriminating against people who cannot count. Pfft And so what if I didn’t do splendiferously well at the IQ test, the pictures you gave were boring anyway. *makes snooty face* Can anyone say ’sour grapes’? Hehe. Well it’s all good I didn’t go there anyway, I’d have my ass stuck in some boring-as science course and I wouldn’t have met the Kiwi *beams*.

I’ve spent exactly half an hour trawling up and down the Shopaholics Unite! blog, madly coveting and lusting after lots of the things. The things are gorgeous. Were anyone secretly watching me during this half hour period, they’d see me sighing mightily as I pause on each and every picture, my eyes drinking in the lovely details and thinking how fab I’d look in that stuff. Saddo me.

The shopping hiatus remains, only yesterday I very successfully shot down temptation to walk into Pyramid to reward myself with a post-exam feelgood impulse buy. But instead of money out, I went to the bank to put money in. Good hey? Project Melbourne is on!

I keep on going to my student portal and clicking on next semester’s units to make sure I really don’t have any exams next sem–so it says under the unit synopsis! It would serve me right, after the endless nyeh-nyeh-ing I’ve been doing to my poor Engineering friends/studygroup (yeslar, it’s quite strange right? I really do have an Engineering Thing. Maybe it’s a sign I’m in the wrong course? Oh well too late, am graduating), to be suddenly slapped with an exam. Argh. Choi *taps table*.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life after uni. It scares me! To only be 21 and out working. I’ve led a relatively sheltered life I reckon, and am even quite pampered to an extent. But as my MUFY Accounting lecturer used to quip, ‘money talks, bullshit walks‘–until I have the moulah I am but a speck of…something nasty in the context of something nastier.

I’m quite prepared to be poor though, I think. I’ve always envisioned my life as a struggling writer (again, choi! *taps table*) in a studio apartment full of dustbunnies, books and er, shoes. (And I’d say a cat, but honestly I don’t really have a thing for cats, I’m a dog person)

A fridge of nothing but ice and some milk for my coffee, maybe some wrinkled old carrots and a half-eaten bar of chocolate. Unwashed plates and cups in the sink, a multipurpose spoon poised to be put to good use to scoop up some coffee or pry open a tin of biscuits. A faulty door. Peeling paint on the walls, half-concealed by a symmetrically-arranged collage of postcards and pictures blu-tacked on. Half-burnt candles scattered artlessly around the room. An array of CDs next to an old school stereo. Bobby pins, an odd earring or two, clean laundry heaped in a pile on the corner of a fraying old couch.

I am rather neat when living with other people (except my family), if I’m on my own I’m a quasi-slob.

I am at a loss of what to do now. Too early to start studying for PR. Pfft. Might just continue watching Pulp Fiction.