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Whoa.
It's been a while since I last blogged.
In the meantime, Japan has come and gone...
Nice weather. Breath-taking scenery. Friendly people (in Hokkaido, that is. Don't talk to me about Tokyoites). Fresh, yummy food. Beautiful, quirky craftwork. STUDIO GHIBLI! (But more about that later.) What else. Sake. A puffed up tour guide. A funny video. Oh yes. And cute guys.
Lol.
Either they've got good genes, or they've all pretty much got a good dress sense. There I was, happily absorbed in Japan, its weather, its food (I actually ate and LIKED their tao ge! How rare is that) and then I had to come back. I HAD TO COME BACK. Sigh.
But I sort of wanted to anyway. By the last day. Because a small, triangular shaped thingie reminded me of someone. But anyway. I've learnt. Don't buy useless things like that. Because it's just a waste of money, brain space, heart space, dream space. Oh yes, Janey has come back wiser. D'argh.
About Studio Ghibli. I spent S$93 on a blue Totoro and a Jiji stuffed toy, plus two boxes of key chains. Shiawase :) My dad bought my lil bro a neko bus for S$43. We came back to Singapore and found a neko bus for S$13.
WARNING: Do not buy the local neko bus. It is absolutely disgusting. It looks more like a squashed up lizard covered in sporadic tuffs of fur. Gross. And it looks spastic too. And words fail me. And and. The local totoro as well. If it can even be called a totoro. They were so out of character and stupid that they screamed "FAKE" all over them. Fellow Studio Ghibli fans, you have been warned. Stay away from those artificial, disgraceful things.
On a lighter note, I've come to really understand what people mean by looks not being everything. I'd practically forgotten all about him until I saw that thingie and I just realized that even if he weren't half as good looking as some of those Japanese boys I'd still rather be with him. Or as close as I'll ever get anyway.
It's ok. Janey has grown wiser see. He'll never be anything but platonic friendliness so I may as well accept that. It's a good thing to have; it's probably better than what I really want.
Sometimes I still feel looks are everything. If you were perfect inside but flawed outside, nobody would bother coming closer to see how you look inside. I mean, we do that with books all the time. That's why chick lit is always so bimbo-ly designed (no offense meant to anybody). People expect that what they see is what they get.
At times like this a warning from Mr. P resounds in my head: "Don't get burned by what you wish for." Almost happened to me with regards to choosing a JC. I wonder if he still remembers me as the girl he gave that advice to. It was well taken. Well taken indeed.
Last CCA performance was on Saturday. There closes another chapter in my life. It's been a fun 6 years, especially the last two. Frustrating technically, but satisfying socially. I think my first 4 years were ruined by certain persons. I shall not go into detail, except to say that I hope I never, ever, ever meet them again in this life.
Who knows what lies ahead. I can only see more tedious studying in the near future, and am sorely tempted to evade tomorrow's session at the yawn factory. Sigh.
But as Peanut Princess says, I'll probably "guaiguai go to school".
It's been a while since I last blogged.
In the meantime, Japan has come and gone...
Nice weather. Breath-taking scenery. Friendly people (in Hokkaido, that is. Don't talk to me about Tokyoites). Fresh, yummy food. Beautiful, quirky craftwork. STUDIO GHIBLI! (But more about that later.) What else. Sake. A puffed up tour guide. A funny video. Oh yes. And cute guys.
Lol.
Either they've got good genes, or they've all pretty much got a good dress sense. There I was, happily absorbed in Japan, its weather, its food (I actually ate and LIKED their tao ge! How rare is that) and then I had to come back. I HAD TO COME BACK. Sigh.
But I sort of wanted to anyway. By the last day. Because a small, triangular shaped thingie reminded me of someone. But anyway. I've learnt. Don't buy useless things like that. Because it's just a waste of money, brain space, heart space, dream space. Oh yes, Janey has come back wiser. D'argh.
About Studio Ghibli. I spent S$93 on a blue Totoro and a Jiji stuffed toy, plus two boxes of key chains. Shiawase :) My dad bought my lil bro a neko bus for S$43. We came back to Singapore and found a neko bus for S$13.
WARNING: Do not buy the local neko bus. It is absolutely disgusting. It looks more like a squashed up lizard covered in sporadic tuffs of fur. Gross. And it looks spastic too. And words fail me. And and. The local totoro as well. If it can even be called a totoro. They were so out of character and stupid that they screamed "FAKE" all over them. Fellow Studio Ghibli fans, you have been warned. Stay away from those artificial, disgraceful things.
On a lighter note, I've come to really understand what people mean by looks not being everything. I'd practically forgotten all about him until I saw that thingie and I just realized that even if he weren't half as good looking as some of those Japanese boys I'd still rather be with him. Or as close as I'll ever get anyway.
It's ok. Janey has grown wiser see. He'll never be anything but platonic friendliness so I may as well accept that. It's a good thing to have; it's probably better than what I really want.
Sometimes I still feel looks are everything. If you were perfect inside but flawed outside, nobody would bother coming closer to see how you look inside. I mean, we do that with books all the time. That's why chick lit is always so bimbo-ly designed (no offense meant to anybody). People expect that what they see is what they get.
At times like this a warning from Mr. P resounds in my head: "Don't get burned by what you wish for." Almost happened to me with regards to choosing a JC. I wonder if he still remembers me as the girl he gave that advice to. It was well taken. Well taken indeed.
Last CCA performance was on Saturday. There closes another chapter in my life. It's been a fun 6 years, especially the last two. Frustrating technically, but satisfying socially. I think my first 4 years were ruined by certain persons. I shall not go into detail, except to say that I hope I never, ever, ever meet them again in this life.
Who knows what lies ahead. I can only see more tedious studying in the near future, and am sorely tempted to evade tomorrow's session at the yawn factory. Sigh.
But as Peanut Princess says, I'll probably "guaiguai go to school".
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