they left. again. I thought I'd take it better. always mistaken.

I guess I decided to head down to Singapore this weekend to visit my 2nd cousins and the 4 hour drive was pretty much hell considering I was stuck in the utmost back seat with very little leg room for the whole duration of the trip. Just arrived today and I'm not really excited. Kinda wish I were home actually with my own bed and my own room, inhaling my own air. Don't get me wrong, my cousins are very gracious excited hosts but there's nothing quite like being in your own bed. Her room is rather messy, generally pink and purple and girly. Pictures on the wall type. Seems to be in to Audrey Hepburn and Audrey Kitching. Photo booth pictures too. I like the size of the room though. I think it's nearly twice the size of my room and I could do so much more with this space. And as messy as I am, she's messier...XD Though she has some things that I do want like a lava lamp, ipod touch and dock, ensuite bathroom, acoustic guitar...etc. Only thing is, she almost exactly fits the stereotype of a preteen. You know, that age where nothing seems to matter but your friends, mainstream music (or whatever's in at the time like ...emo/scene stereotype) and boys. That type of thing. No jadedness, no heartbreaks. The age of popularity and wanting to fit in with your peers. Those were the days...though I think I went through a more awkward 12-17 stage. I think I still am in that stage but I guess I do it minutely better than those years.

Already, I feel this urge to crawl back into myself, hoping that the trip will end really soon.

edit: as per usual for trips and holidays...I couldn't sleep much during the night but I think pacing around the room would be very distracting. Not to mention, there are sounds emanating throughout the room. Organic and otherwise. I think I had 2 hours of sleep. Give or take a few minutes. I guess being out of my own sanctum does that. I'm gonna see if I can visit the elusive Prints today but I'm not sure yet...the rest of the people want to make the MOST out of the day ie go shopping. D: I like shopping...but uh...not that much. I'm waiting for the whole house to kick-start into motion. Since I happen to wake up at  6.45 ( rather I gave up trying to sleep) and I don't particularly want to be caught in an awkward morning after epidemic. It's also a little hard to remember that these kids are still kids and I can't be jaded and pissed off at life and pessimistic. Apparently my hair reminds her of "My Little Pony"...so yeah...

No gain. Phew. But once again breaking Operation Skinny by requesting and eating swiss rolls.
No nervousness for results. No disappointment and no relief. Its just normal. Guess I already expected it and for once my expectations are met. Now, onward to UNI applications. meh.
I'm actually getting really irritated with my brother's presence. It has this condescending aura of stubbornness that I really cannot stomach. I thought is was PMS at first but really, its not. Its him.

Going through a Panic at the Disco phase, I think. Been having them on repeat for a few days now. <3

My whole family has jumped on the Operation Skinny wagon. Thats right. Operation Skinny is now a family affair. We have a huge chart hanging on the wall right at the top of the stairs to tabulate our weight weekly. Every Sunday is weighing day.

With that, I am the first to break diet by baking brownies. There was a chocolate craving and there was no chocolate in the fridge. Depressing is it not? Even though my mom just bought two boxes of Guylian Belgian Seashells just a week and a half ago. And out of those two boxes, I was only lucky enough to savour about four pieces. IN this house, if you want to savour anything, steal it away and mark your territory. Not by peeing of course, we're more civilized than that. Hiding it in your room should work. But of course, the chocolate would have melted by then. I stress the importance of a mini-fridge in my room. But anyway, I baked brownies on about day 8 of Operation Skinny. Its only so long a person can go without chocolate. But what was previously my foolproof recipe for my favourite brownies failed this time round and you could barely taste the chocolatey chocolatey-ness. meh. I'm not meant to enjoy chocolate.

But, I am not the only one. Just a bare two days from Operation Skinny Tinny ( this is referred specifically to my brother Tinny), he broke Operation Skinny by indulging in Pizza.

We're seriously not diet people. Slowly but surely.

Please oh please don't gain on weighing day. ><