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Went to Hyatt Hotel- Straits Kitchen- again to celebrate my uncle's birthday on sunday. The food was fantastic as usual, and the coconut ice-cream was divine.. Pandan cake with coconut cream rocked, and I had 3 slices in total. Took some pictures of the place, which had all these cool bottles filled with olive leaves and other funky stuff. I'll try putting the pictures up. I'll bet the dinner was a million calories, so much so that gramps told me it would be best if I go exercise after that. >.< Right, and running is the best thing on earth, I'm sure.

Wanted to drop by Scotts for some last minute shopping, and paragon wasn't that far away either.. Mum refused to allow me to take any neos with my sis and grandma though. She thought was an apparent waste of money, but it isn't everyday that I'm out with my grandparents is it? Thankfully she remembered to record Kate & Leopold on channel 5. I would just cry if she didn't. My sis thinks I'm turning into an airhead. Please.. If there is anything or anyone I should embody, it'll be a flat-out loser with an L. (pun not intended) And it is unfortunate I can't make the 'L' sign with the correct hand, but whatever. (haha minsi.)

I will go watch Kate & Leopold now. It's a romantic comedy, but that's how my life is at the moment. I've always thought romance was for the fragile and the weak. I'm a cynic by nature, a romantic at heart, and that's something that doesn't really fall into place all that easy.

The Backstreet Boys' new hit Incomplete is seriously incomplete. The lyrics are so predictable I could guess what they would croon about next, and actually be accurate, having not heard it once. But it's a change from their usual melodies, with the sickly sweet i love yous or the terribly cliche backstreet's back rubbish stuff. It's very apparent I'm not a bsb fan.

One of the more 'interesting' lessons today was some sexuality education for CLE. And it's true, I don't know where I know half the things I do know (if that even makes sense.) I suppose it's the whole "let's talk about all that stuff" approach mum likes to adopt, and I am not complaining. I would much rather have a mum who's open about things, rather than go all dumb and numb on me. Though it doesn't help talking about stuff like this when my sis is giggling to herself at the corner for goodness-knows why.. I'm just glad my brother is mature enough to know about stuff like this anyway, even if my sis isn't.

Mid-years are coming, like it's news to anyone. It doesn't feel like a mugging season at all, and that's where it scares me. I don't feel like starting to study, and I don't feel like stressing myself out this time, like some are. Maybe it's fun to be all stressed-out to them, but it just blows over for me. And I am trying not to affect others with any weird emotional bouts of stress. It doesn't and shouldn't work that way. They say stress makes you young and keeps you balanced, whatever that is supposed to mean. .

But if you ask me, youth is just wasted on the young.

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