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Monday, 13 July 2009
Feelings of zksanfanjsak.
Lately, I've been feeling zksanfanjsak. In case you don't speak fluent Smacking Forehead on Keyboard, that translates roughly to "FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE FUCKKKKK" - because I came down with the flu and was subsequently confined to my bed for a week.
Flu: 1, Jen: 0.
I've also been feeling zksanfanjsak because I bought these tie-dye leggings that, no matter in what variation I wear them, I just can't pull off. I saw a 50-something-year-old lady in a leopard print pair the other day and wanted to weep in jealousy. By any logic, she shouldn't have looked as good as she did, but she absolutely blew my mind.
A 50-something-year-old lady in leopard print leggings blew my mind.
In any case, I think I better answer to my inner shrieks of disgust and return the tie-dye leggings. Goodness knows I wasn't being realistic when I bought them. Still, my new goal in life is to be able to squeeze into a pair of crazy printed pants - post-menopause - and still look fierce. Like that 50-something-year-old lady.
This is what I threw on last week to eat out with Andrew who I hadn't seen in a week because we'd both caught whatever was going round. The lesson here, kids, is not to wear white if you're going to eat pasta. You will cry. And then you will blog about it. Bah!
I've been gravitating towards neutral basics lately to get me through the day - and I'm not entirely sure why. Though it might have something to do with the fact that everything else hasn't been washed in, like, two months.
And thank you for all the mascara recommendations! I didn't know you guys were all so makeup-savvy (that makes one of us haha). I've settled with Maybelline's XXL Curl Power for the meantime, so I'll keep you guys posted on the verdict on my Twitter page.
You'd be forgiven for thinking I'd fallen off the face of the planet, but I've just been painfully swamped with final exams. Tears. A friend of mine told me to "take the bull by its horns and ace Finals", but I think the bull just gored me up the arse instead... just so you know.
Even if I am on holidays (for a whole month, no less!), the next few weeks will be chock full of business for me. I'm in the process of applying for jobs and all that fun stuff, preparing for a week-long clinical placement at a rural hospital 2 hours away (which means commuting at 5am and getting home at about 8pm. Joyous.), regaining a sense of direction in life, and trying not to come out the other end a disheveled wreck.
I need a Kit Kat.
More thoughts:
I just bought this online. No idea how I'm going to wear it out without looking like a sex worker, but the challenge excites me more than it should.
Mid-year sales are on again... and I have exactly $7.20 in my wallet. I want to cry. My tears want to cry. So, in light of really needing a job right now, I'm considering becoming a stripper. Or making money like a stripper without the actual stripping part. But I might be able to negotiate the terms considering I am that pressed to survive right now. KIDDING.
Midnight coffee runs are so wonderful.
Looking at the current state of my room makes me anxious. I'd vacuum the floor except my vacuum cleaner is as reliable as clockwork. It only works when it chooses to (i.e. 0.05% of the time), so I think it's time I invested in a new vacuum cleaner... except I can't. See: point number two.
I'm pretty behind as far as event coverage goes, so I suppose I'll just make my way through my memory card. Here are the photos from Khanh's birthday where we went paintballing (hence the excruciatingly lame blog title).
And let me just say... it hurt like a muthafucka.
Don't get your game on if you have the pain threshold of a five-year-old. I think I nearly cried at one point, but I told everyone my eyes naturally glistened in the sun. They bought it.
[+]
By the way... I'm in the market for a good and economical mascara that holds curl particularly well. I've been using Maybelline's Define-A-Lash for some time now - but it does absolutely nothing for me! So, hey, I'm open to suggestions!
Lately, I've been feeling zksanfanjsak. In case you don't speak fluent Smacking Forehead on Keyboard, that translates roughly to "FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE FUCKKKKK" - because I came down with the flu and was subsequently confined to my bed for a week.
Flu: 1, Jen: 0.
I've also been feeling zksanfanjsak because I bought these tie-dye leggings that, no matter in what variation I wear them, I just can't pull off. I saw a 50-something-year-old lady in a leopard print pair the other day and wanted to weep in jealousy. By any logic, she shouldn't have looked as good as she did, but she absolutely blew my mind.
A 50-something-year-old lady in leopard print leggings blew my mind.
In any case, I think I better answer to my inner shrieks of disgust and return the tie-dye leggings. Goodness knows I wasn't being realistic when I bought them. Still, my new goal in life is to be able to squeeze into a pair of crazy printed pants - post-menopause - and still look fierce. Like that 50-something-year-old lady.
This is what I threw on last week to eat out with Andrew who I hadn't seen in a week because we'd both caught whatever was going round. The lesson here, kids, is not to wear white if you're going to eat pasta. You will cry. And then you will blog about it. Bah!
I've been gravitating towards neutral basics lately to get me through the day - and I'm not entirely sure why. Though it might have something to do with the fact that everything else hasn't been washed in, like, two months.
And thank you for all the mascara recommendations! I didn't know you guys were all so makeup-savvy (that makes one of us haha). I've settled with Maybelline's XXL Curl Power for the meantime, so I'll keep you guys posted on the verdict on my Twitter page.
You'd be forgiven for thinking I'd fallen off the face of the planet, but I've just been painfully swamped with final exams. Tears. A friend of mine told me to "take the bull by its horns and ace Finals", but I think the bull just gored me up the arse instead... just so you know.
Even if I am on holidays (for a whole month, no less!), the next few weeks will be chock full of business for me. I'm in the process of applying for jobs and all that fun stuff, preparing for a week-long clinical placement at a rural hospital 2 hours away (which means commuting at 5am and getting home at about 8pm. Joyous.), regaining a sense of direction in life, and trying not to come out the other end a disheveled wreck.
I need a Kit Kat.
More thoughts:
I just bought this online. No idea how I'm going to wear it out without looking like a sex worker, but the challenge excites me more than it should.
Mid-year sales are on again... and I have exactly $7.20 in my wallet. I want to cry. My tears want to cry. So, in light of really needing a job right now, I'm considering becoming a stripper. Or making money like a stripper without the actual stripping part. But I might be able to negotiate the terms considering I am that pressed to survive right now. KIDDING.
Midnight coffee runs are so wonderful.
Looking at the current state of my room makes me anxious. I'd vacuum the floor except my vacuum cleaner is as reliable as clockwork. It only works when it chooses to (i.e. 0.05% of the time), so I think it's time I invested in a new vacuum cleaner... except I can't. See: point number two.
I'm pretty behind as far as event coverage goes, so I suppose I'll just make my way through my memory card. Here are the photos from Khanh's birthday where we went paintballing (hence the excruciatingly lame blog title).
And let me just say... it hurt like a muthafucka.
Don't get your game on if you have the pain threshold of a five-year-old. I think I nearly cried at one point, but I told everyone my eyes naturally glistened in the sun. They bought it.
[+]
By the way... I'm in the market for a good and economical mascara that holds curl particularly well. I've been using Maybelline's Define-A-Lash for some time now - but it does absolutely nothing for me! So, hey, I'm open to suggestions!
This blog is, in essence, an outlet for me to vent and has been for many years.
It is filled to the brim with daily observations possessing little - if any -
substance or value, alongside a mass of photos (the majority of which are of
myself. But why bother suppressing your vanity, right?).
I took on to the blogging scene many moons ago when I used to 'typE lykk diiSh' and when Britney Spears was still hot and
weighed 20kgs less. So to say that a lot has changed thence would be beyond an understatement.
Given the numerous instances when I wanted to shut this blog down (due to schooling and general disinterest), this site is still
going strong after several name changes and countless redesigns. Gotta pat myself on the back for that.
I can only hope that you like what I do. :)
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instead of 'but', for instance), please drop me a line and I'll
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The Broken Heart of a Lover (2005)
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A taste of the Chu
Welcome to the life of a first-year uni student living off the sale rack, fast food and reality
television. My name is Jenchu, but to be politically correct, it is only a nickname. From Google results,
I am apparently a doctor, someone's pet dog, and an ancient city in South Korea. Pretty neat. I find overalls
to be rather peculiar, along with the male species. I've learnt first-hand that Gobstoppers
do not last forever as Willy Wonka claims, much to my disappointment, and that Wikipedia
serves as a wonderful place to tag your name. On several pages.
Yes, please:
Youth. Fashion statements.
Good food, good music, good company. Summer. Avocados with condensed milk. Personal space.
Bold-coloured nails. Thrift stores. Hot chocolate. Webdesign. Retail therapy. Cheap
thrills. Creativity and individuality. Sleeping in on Sunday mornings. Halmark cards.
The festive season. Fashion magazines. Insanely long legs. Conversations. Post-its.
Sleeping to the sound of rain, and not your father's
snoring. The smell of wood. Blazers. Untamed hair. Hand-me-downs. Owls and wolves. Making deadlines.
No, thanks:
Late nights and early mornings. Long queues. Chipped nails. Split ends.
Insecurities. Social constraints. Most vegetables. Insomnia. Feet (yuck!). Conformity and conventional thinking.
Bananas. The Paparazzi. Chapped lips. Lack of motivation. Small talk. Bread crusts. Baseless arguments. Bad internet connection.
Croc shoes. Break outs. Proposition 8. The smell of petrol. Proud smokers. Pop ups/spam/viruses and the like.
Pins and needles. When I fail to find Wally. Pointless lists (ha).
Heroes:
My mum and Captain Planet.
Music:
ABBA. Adele. Beirut. Blondie. CSS. Coldplay. Cut Copy. Elvis Presley.
Goldfrapp. Hot Chip. Interpol. Little Birdy. Maroon 5. Michael Buble. MGMT. Moving Units. New Young Pony Club.
Of Montreal. Operator Please. Paramore. Pnau. Sneaky Sound System. Teenagersintokyo. Tegan and Sara. The Beatles.
The Killers. The Presets. The Shins. The Sounds. The Ting Tings. Tokyo Police Club. Vampire Weekend. Yeah Yeah Yeahs...
to name a few.
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In perfect honesty, I don't check my emails as often as I should or reply to them just as promptly, but I certainly love hearing from you!
If you're a hot metro who'll send me saucy pictures, there's a good chance I'll reply almost instantly. Just a hint.
Listening to: Michael Jackson - Remember the Time (Sleeper Heartbroken Remix)
I didn't know you guys were all so makeup-savvy (that makes one of us haha). I've settled with Maybelline's XXL Curl Power for the meantime, so I'll keep you guys posted on the verdict on my Twitter page. 
A friend of mine told me to "take the bull by its horns and ace Finals", but I think the bull just gored me up the arse instead... just so you know.
I want to cry. My tears want to cry. So, in light of really needing a job right now, I'm considering becoming a stripper. Or making money like a stripper without the actual stripping part. But I might be able to negotiate the terms considering I am that pressed to survive right now. KIDDING.
