of 2nd hand and preloved and vintage

such a rainy Sunday.
really puts a damper on the soul, what with expectations of unearthing potential treasures from Camberwell Market.
but hey, at least PheyYee managed to get 4 pretty, pre-loved dresses for under 20bucks.
it's all about cheap thrills.
and cheap thrills are all we can afford, being poor overseas students.

and man, did I have cheap thrills at Savers on Sydney Road that day.
frankly, didn't think that I was going to buy stuff there but i emerged with this cool dark green bamboo bag, leather trench, a buttons-filled top and a Peter-Pan-inspired top for less than 25moolah.
it's all about that excitation of getting bargains after reefing through racks of pre-loved clothes.

and i choose to call them 2nd hand clothes as pre-loved or better yet, vintage.
and we all know vintage is sooooo "in" right now.
XOXO


**newsflash: Mel has a phase obsession right now and it has something to do with one little Facebook application called Piece Of Flair. there's just some satisfaction in stumbling upon the right little button badge that aptly describes you.**

of that post-exams euphoria

and so we started off post exams celebrations with just the right dose of clubbing awesomeness. music wasn't that good (me wants a GOOD R&B dance club session soooon!!) but boy, it was one night that opened my eyes to some strange going-ons of the med student variety. the bold, the beautiful and also, the downright desperate... the ultimate yum-cha session that trumps all others... the one where we ordered mountains of bite-sized food and tak the whole of 3 hours and only paid 16 bucks. one damn-worth-it session, i must say. and the company was wonderful...

never was one for KBoxing but true to the post exams celebrations motto of "Trying every darn thing", we girls had an all-out KBoxing session at 12midnight and stayed till the place closed and chased us away.

we didn't want to leave actually. we had so much fun screaming the place down with angry-girl songs and sweet ballads. and boy, can AiLynn go all Marion Raven on us!!
never was a friend of the mike, thus my act-shy face and Jacq's die-die-must-sing face... lols

and can i just say that PheyYee knows every sweet romantic ballad of the Chinese variety and the English ones too!!! lols now i know what makes her heart tick!!

all-out craziness + post exam euphoria + KBox session + wonderful company = one kick-ass girls night out

on another note, caught Sex and The City with mum that day. i'm not an avid fan of the long running series but like every female in the cinema, i admire the wardrobe. spectacularly drool-worthy.

the dialogue was snappy with clever comebacks.

but in the end, i left the cinema, pumped with new couture ideas swirling in my mind and the need for a more feminist female lead.

i'm a sucker for romance and i lap up love letters like there's not tomorrow. but the whole thing about Mr Big COPYING the love letters of great men is frankly... unoriginal and devoid of any meaning. any illiterate person can just type the letters and send it to their love ones and would they get back their ditched-at-their-altar lover back?? i think NOT.

and the ONE love letter that he wrote was superbly short and... somewhat mechanical to me. it's something like you write a business partner.
talk about fear of commitment....

and the whole affair of Carrie taking back Mr Big is just so blase. it's frankly disconcerting to know that they have been on-again, off-again for a freaking 10 years. and being a big city girl, if someone ditches you after 10 long years of fiddling with my heartstrings,you would think that commitment was never in his vocab to begin with. but Carrie just HAD to take him back huh?

but what the heck, the shoes and the bags and the wardrobe just about made the whole lack-of-feminism issue pale in comparison.

disclaimer: Mel is not a true-blue fan of Sex and the City and might have been shooting her mouth off at Carrie's unfeminist behavior but hey, it's her blog so it's her mess and it's her business. so true-blue Carrie fans, do not flame her.

of the hollowness and infatuations

me loves loves loves the end of exams.
for once, i don't panic at that emptiness, hollow feeling in my cranial cavity.
awesomeness is what i call it.

and the day out with my mum was great. i really did miss the city and the stream of shoppers in their multitude of clothes and actions. ( i almost think i forgot how it looked like, i swear)
and it's the girl in me that had me buy stuff that felt good to hold in my hands with their clear shopping bags.
and we went all the way to Collingwood (!!) to source for mum's beads.
it's her new infatuation now.
both me and her have our fair share of infatuations. (lols)

and am swooning now to Jeff Buckley's Hallulujah. what a haunting voice.
and i never could figure out the meaning in that song.
but it reminds me of those rainy, gloomy days.



**i have this weird little flippy feeling in my tummy these few days just because of the view. it's just due to an infatuation, i think. that feeling of unattainable-ness. it drives me to Google it. yes, i'm guilty of Googling it. and a fair share amount of time was due to that.**

DALY = YLL + YLD
my DALY is slowly piling up due to the insufferable hours of mumbo-jumboing Health Practice and all the incorrigible new terms i have to stuff down my throat and pray that they will remain in my brain come HP D-day.

and i can just reiterate the reasons for my increasing YLL:
- the many hours gluing my butt to the bloody chair
- the many hours spent squinting at the bloody small text on the lecture notes
- the many hours my brain spent trying to make sense of "systematic review"
- the many hours spent not exercising (hah! that's a good one!! lols)
- the many hours my shoulders are hunched up (i can feel my supraspinatus getting out of shape already)
- the many hours not sleeping and staying awake for bloody HP

HP = bane of my life
but
HP = hurdle requirement
so
HP = die-die must pass subject (which i probably will die trying)

Mel's suggestion:
go google epidemiology terminology and read it for fun... not for the faint hearted.



update: lols, i just realised what a whiny little girl i am.