Chriiiistmass

It's going to be the 25th - again. The christmas tree is not up, and I seem to be travelling around the place. There won't really be time to put up the dusty old tree.

This Saturday is Youth Camp till Tuesday.

After that, I'm going to Taiping because my mom wants to meet her friends in Penang. My brother wants to eat Phui Yee's parent's Wan Tan Mee.

The whole week is busy except Friday which has a Care Group dinner and then the packing. And then, I have to buy some MORE presents or rather MAKE more presents. Probably I can do the making in Taiping.

Chin Ee's is a face mask. I bought whitening, but then my mom said she wanted lifting. So. I really think my mom said at first that my aunt wanted lifting.

Lip Butter

I've rediscovered the secret for lips that don't hurt. Shea butter! I think you can use Vaseline. But shea butter works faster.

My dad went on a flight and they loaded him with expensive stuff. A shea butter pot, a small tube of handcream and some other stuff. Nice stuff.

But I just HAD to leave the butter pot in the car - sideways. I came back finding the car compartment sooo oily. It really was a waste.

1. My mom or was it me had to clean it up later. Oh wait, was I the one to clean it up?
2. About half of the butter dirtied the car.
3. The stuff is EXPENSIVE.
4. Now the butter in the pot is not equal. Meaning all the shea butter is only on one side of the tin. There's some on lid also.

Now I have to put it in the fridge. I tried taking it out for around an hour and it was this digusting, squashy, pudgy thing. It looks like tapioca in the fridge.

Bolty!!!

I watched Bolt yesterday! It is goooood.

I went to a sleepover with Jo, Ken, and Yang, at Jo's house and slept at 5? Or was it closer to 4:30? Anyway, it was late, the guys had slept already, but Jo and I continued to talk, whisper, snigger, laugh. YWC matchmaking. Wow.

Then I had to wake up at 9 am to go to a class. To glaze pots and so on. I came back and there was a call for me to watch Bolt! It was stressed at first since I needed to go to some Ballet class with a grumpy, brooding teacher.

I thought Bolt would be normal, but it wasn't!

The starting was just too cute. White dog puppies. Ahhh. But then the hamster is the cutest. It looks more like a ball than an animal. Mittens too. There were some really emotional parts. And the starting was nice.

Haha. Face transformation. Bolt was good.

More Stress Please

Wee. I just went to YWC 08 and came out - alive! Actually I'm shocked. I didn't "do well" in the last one.

We wrote The Toilet Paper. I found the stress interesting, lovable (when in camp), and one of the best things in this YWC. Some people cracked and splattered and worked themselves up into a rage.

The Toilet Paper

Elliot - Editor.

Lydia - Assistant Editor.

Sarah Yong - The girl who borrowed my soap and sent me back to the sink in her room to get it
back. She said she even forgot who she borrowed it from. zzz.

Jia Wei - Has a 8.1 mega pixel camera. Picture bank.

Jo Fan - I borrowed his camera a lot. Picture bank. Has the kitty pictures.

Brian - Contributor of The Toilet Paper and resident artist.

Sophia - Teeny weeny feet.

Fayanadya Adipatria - Writes reviews.

Timothy - Did the Benedict article. Stepped on a cow-patty. Kaweeee.

Sieh Jin - Dodo the Frog. Frodo the Dog.

Phui Yee - Main Editor.

Me. Who lives in Brian's shadow in art. pra. Came up with the mas head of The Toilet Paper!!!

The first day was really long. The night was quite horrible but one of the best also because of the STRESS. The Toilet Paper was dying. The was only one computer to be used and that konged out.

The second day I went to snap photos of Benedict Subramaniam and the kitten. Wow. The kitty was cute. But not THAT cute. But it was cute because nearly all kittens are cute. IT DIEEDDD. Jazz killed it. The dogs are not as gentle as you think. Think about it, THE KITTEN DIED. I wrote the kitten story. At last I got the chance to jump in the pool. We watched Motorcycle Diaries. Word went around saying the actor was better than Daniel Radcliffe except his eyes were not half as touching.

Third day. I woke up realising the days were running away. The next day I was going to go home! We went to the cave where Freddie Chong spent his last few breaths. And I came out - ALIVE! My legs hurt. Ouch. Writer's Slam moved to tomorrow! Then at night suddenly I'm asked to write an article.

The slam. Not everybody spoke. Interesting. I go home to Catty.

Random notes.

I drank more Milo than water!
I love the stress!
Food was worse than last time though it got better. Or maybe I just got used to it.
Ron thinks the food is alright, but he thinks the rice is ground-breaking!
The cow-pies amazed me!
Not everyone enjoyed it.
I didn't become a fish. Meaning I swam much less.

It was great. I'll go next year - if I can.

I'm going to dig out some photos.

The Second Day of M-IFW 08

That seems really long ago. Everything blends into one another. This is probably going to be a boring post.

Going to CAD. Bust-a-Nut chose to do my lamp which my parents STOLE. I took such a long time just to do a light bulb. How could I? I was one of the last to finish. Also because I closed it before I saved it. Praaaaa

Then yay! My mom comes to pick us up to the fashion week! We ate Tesco chocolate cookies for lunch. It was actually quite nice. Then I had to change and wear my mom's evil platforms. They aren't really evil, just that I'm not used to spoiling my feet. I really, really, need to get formal shoe.

We start searching for a parking lot and then I point out a fabulous spot but my mom doesn't hear me. I forgot to tell you, Sonia and Leila came. Wee. They pile on the fun.

We go down and start ooh-ing and ahhh-ing at The Gardens. The Gardens is expensive. That's what makes it appealing. My mom kept ahh-ing at the wooden flooring in shops. "That's the floor I want."

We go up and up in escalators. Then we reached our destination to find out that it was squashed and stuffed with people. We tried to catch the show with the Bumiputra designers. Alright, no more show. My mom went downstairs and came up asking whether we wanted to skip the show and eat at Red Box since it was so cheap. We settled with NO. Well, luckily, because soon after a volunteer gave us tickets!

The show was too long. It was boring and the music was just disturbing. I wanted it to end! It ended. We ate trunch - a packet of bee-hoon and ice-lemon tea.

Weee. We caught the Albert King show. It was... great? Maybe be even more than great. It made me stare and stare and stare over and over again. All the stuff wasn't alike. And it covered my fashion ground - Evening! Wee again. What was nice was that every dress had a certain flower so it all looked alike at the same time.

We grew tired and was riding on an escalator when a woman told us the next show was totally free seating so we could get sit where we wanted. We got pink roses too. And I still have the image of a very rich woman seated with her legs open opposite us in the super VIP seats. The show we watched was by Anita Hiong or Heong or something like Hiong.

Plus we got freebies! Lipgloss from L'oreal and face mask.