uprooted

i waxed today!
a quick painful $25 affair at strip's
muffling my screams as the lady
vehemently yanked the stubborn curly wurlies
occasionally asking a mechanical "ok not?"
like what can you do, bear my pain for me?
or ahh... even better, if can provide anaesthesia!
the warm wax felt nice against the skin though
the nervous anticipation before the yank was executed
(esp when you're lying on your stomach for the calf section)
is perhaps comparable to caning i guess.
i can't even begin to fathom a brazilian.
after a while, you get a shiok high from all that yanking
oh no, i could be harbouring a potential s&m fetish. ha
but i feel a lil cheated now that i feel bristles already!
humph... is it just me and my highly accelerated follicle regenerative rate.

all my wanted lit books are out of stock at sunny's
damn. those lit majors are quick.
so i walked alone along orchard
feeling oh-so-sorry for myself
when i bumped into wen!
hanged with her and huimin
shopping and talking :)
a decision i didn't regret one bit.

bumped again into a crescent junior
which was nothing incredulous or earthshattering news
save for the fact that
she's a mum with a 2-year-old kid.
not married yet but soon i think.
everything abt her is so grownup and mature
she could pass off for 25.
(weird the way this number keeps popping up.)
felt so kiddy telling her we're in uni now and blah.
so surreal eh.
must have been tough braving through all that she had.
and you think your life is tough.
sheesh.

ooh and for the first time,
i got all my first choice tut slots. yay :)