Monday, October 30
Get this; I'm royalty!
According to the jia pu, my ancestor was the Emperor's (illegitimate) grandson. The story goes like this: Zhou Zhao Wang, the Emperor's son, went hunting and passed by a place called Wang San. He met a woman and conferred upon her the title Wang Sang Fu Ren. She later gave birth to a baby who, upon birth, had both fists clenched tightly. They refused to open for 3 days, and the Emperor commanded people to open his fists. His right hand then revealed a gong and his left, a yu - thus forming the weng character which was to become the surname of all generations that followed.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
9:41 PM
Lol. Shots of shiny, happy, inebriated girls are still arriving in my inbox everyday.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
5:33 PM
Sunday, October 29
Liwern came over last night, (yes, we celebrated Halloween amidst teh-o-ping and chicken wings) and we literally Simpang-ed the whole night away. It was so nice catching up with her, even though she couldn't have been more than 100m away from me in Eusoff throughout the entire (very hectic) week. THEN I DROVE HER HOME!!!!! BY MYSELF!!!! Even though I kinda panicked when I realized I needed to make a three-point-turn to get out of her estate and refused to let her out until I got the car positioned correctly. But point is - NEITHER OF US PERISHED! And no one stopped us too; we were so convinced that two tiny girls sitting in a huge car looked highly suspicious. Lol, I want a car now. It's time to put the Daddy-Dearest-I-Need-A-Car Plan into action.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
7:01 PM
Saturday, October 28
I counted, and I'm priorita di quarto.
It's probably not premeditated and I don't want to sound silly. But I cannot sit around forever and listen to sweet little nothings that sometimes really are nothings. I somewhat feel like I'm shortchanging myself, and I love myself far too much for that. Coming in fourth just annoys me so.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:36 PM
Friday, October 27
My project mate is going mushy on me. Maybe it's just because I've been used to doing projects the Bizad way. Or maybe it's because I have personal vested interests in the Genealogy project. Either way, it's nice to receive a text saying, "Hey. Really appreciated the work you've done. To be honest, I'm very impressed. Man, where did you get some of the sources? Thanks Amanda. You're a blessing." How can anyone not feel good about that!?!? And then it was further reiterated via msn. Now he's asking me to suggest a place for dinner (and project compilation). Yeah, I could definitely get used to Arts people.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:35 PM
Thursday, October 26
Presentation's over; this week's been incredibly exhausting.
Where's the love?
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:24 PM
Wednesday, October 25
Words of Wisdom.
Extracted from The Carnal Prayer Mat
(Believe it or not; this Chinese erotic work of fiction is my tutorial reading.)
When treated as medicine, sex relieves us from pent-up emotion, but when treated as food it gravely depletes our semen and blood. . . In the case of ginseng and aconite, the genuine variety is the superior one while the local product brings no benefit; whereas with sexual activity, it is the local variety that is superior and the genuine one that not only brings no benefit but can even do but even do no harm. . . The term local product refers to in the women you already posess. . . you simply take at hand. . . Genuine variety refers to the dazzling looks and glamor that are found only in the boudoirs of rich men's houses. . . When you set eyes on a girl of this kind, you dream about her; you strive to win her at all costs; you make advances. . . But no matter how emboldened you are by lust, you'll sweat more from fear than love, and semen will seep from every pore.
And More Scintillating Bits.
Jade Scent's looks were indeed unrivaled. . . But he did have one grave disappointment. Abundant as her beauty was, she fell short in terms of passion. . . Her reading, in particular, had been confined to The Lives of Virtuous Women and The Girls' Classic of Filial Piety. . . Vesperus happened to be particularly fond of daytime sex because the sight of his partner's genitals added to his own excitement, but on the several occasions he tried to pull down his wife's trousers, she screamed at the top of her lungs, and he was forced to desist. . . When he proposed Fetching the Fire from the Other Side of the Mountain, she protested that it violated the taboo on a wife's turning her back on her husband, and when he suggested Dousing the Candle, she objected that it inverted the principle of the husband's superiority.
(Okay, the rest of it just progressively got more explicit.)
The End.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:42 AM
Tuesday, October 24
Some moments in life are almost divine. Like when a simple comment gently sets a cerebral pendulum into motion, and you realize that the world is really quite the perfect place.
The sum of all matter in perfect symphony;
The forces between all opposites in perfect complement.
It makes me go all fuzzy inside, knowing that I'm from Venus and you're from Mars. And that's why we attract.
:]
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
3:47 PM
My ancestors will be horrified if they could only see me now. I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor, cigarette in hand, flipping through the family tree, trying to decide which style of presentation they used a thousand years ago. I think it's the pagoda style; assuming a pagoda is what I think it is. It doesn't help that just half an hour ago, I had to make an emergency call to Zongxuan to ask him how to read the title of my jia pu. "Hey...you know the chinese word for paper? Zi? Take away the left side. You see that? How do you read it? Shi? Is that s-h-i or is that s-i? What does it mean?"
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:23 AM
Monday, October 23
Paper done. First draft uploaded into IVLE and whoopedoo, I'm off to bed!
Yes, the new hair is nice. And yes, I'm a happy girl! :] :] Xoxoxo.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
5:39 AM
3 hours into writing my paper, I have a few complaints.
My acrylic nails hurt. Me think I need to remove them before mugging fever hits. Or I'll be nail-less in no time. My acrylic nails will break and rip off my real nails along with them.
Why can't the good folks at the library just scan everything into pdf files and create a real digital library, huh? Lazy suckers.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:09 AM
Sunday, October 22
Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty,
As in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.
- Henry David Thoreau, "Journal"
I visit Norman Tam's [
album] regularly, and his little lady is lovely. I cannot wait to have
my own daughter, and I will so exceed my bandwidth with love-stained photographs of her.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
8:23 PM
When the earliest stirrings of interest dawned, I confessed to my closest friends amidst a flurry of desperate "You can't laugh and you can't tell anybody"s. The response then was already dismal. Those who knew him told me that we were on different wavelengths and that he wasn't what I was looking for - aka the devotional loverboy that would be able to pander to my every whim and fancy.
But time went by and the interest did not die down; rather it flourished unashamedly into some kind of secondary-school-esque infatuation. Having me rave on and on about him with a big fat silly grin plastered all over my face became quite the norm and it must have been quite annoying. Lol. Left unchecked, the signs became more apparent and soon enough the secret didn't seem so secret-ish anymore. People started telling me what they've heard about him, probably just to let me know what I'm getting myself in to. They ranged from good (he's quite the catch) to bad (he's quite the buaya) to noncommital (what!?!? *shocked expression, but no further elaboration*).
More time went by and while infatuation was baseless, I had started to find tangible qualities about him that I genuinely liked - and so the infatuation was reclassified into "being in like". Then an ex-boyfriend passed a certain remark. Then more people (some of whom I don't even know) started to reiterate that we weren't compatible. And somehow doubts surfaced on both sides accordingly. He wasn't immune to opinions or stories about me either; that's just how gossip works. It plants seeds of doubt in people's minds amidst the juiciest of spun golden fables.
The way I see it, I know I like him already; and I decided that on my own terms. I just want to make sure that beyond the initial excitement of infatuation and getting-to-know-one-another, there is something worthwhile for me to lose myself further to! :] :] :] Lol.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
7:05 PM
Saturday, October 21
Yay!!! I finally got my resume and cover letter for Tata Internship out. Maybe now my academic life can take on some semblance of actually being academic in nature. I especially owe dinners to: Zh for helping me with practically everything, Kenneth for deftly twisting truths to make myself sound better on paper and Shane for helping me proofread with a lawyer's fine eye for detail.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:55 PM
Because the intricacies of hall gossip mills scare me, and because too many people seem to find my life fodder for interest, therefore I somewhat feel a need to enshroud this post in another big blanket of ambiguity. The beautiful happened. The saccharines spoken. And best of all, I believed in my heart of hearts every bit of it. No surprises here; his realness was what I fell for. (And just to cover my ass here, amidst innocence too;) Yes, you can tell I'm feeling rather victimized from too many speculations from too many strangers. It has soured what ought to be the bestest feeling of earth. And it shows. How's that for true bittersweetness. I need some paneer, some tandoori, some appom, some thosai. Some simple uncomplicated life.
Happy Deepavali!
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
4:48 AM
Friday, October 20
*Breathes* :] :] :] :] :] Okay, no time to update; 5 smilies will suffice for now. Laters!
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
10:01 AM
Thursday, October 19
Listening to: Someone to Love - Babyface and Jon B
Because I'm listening to all the songs categorized under "Darling" in My Music, I'm in a sentimental music-related mood. "Darling" isn't for any one particular person, but it's a precious collection of my favorite picks. And most of them are about love; tunes to be shared with loved ones. It's almost perfect now, apart from an incomplete version of Joni Mitchell's Leaving on a Jet Plane.
What were your songs? Mine with Felix was The Scientist by Coldplay, the lyrics peerless in encapsulating the situation in which he was trying to get me back after a strange disappearance on his part. Mine with Zh was Bon Jovi's Thank You for Loving Me, because the resort lounge band was playing it all the time when we were on our first vacation together.
I like music; it brings people together. Goodnight, I'm going to give my eyes a well-deserved break!
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
2:37 AM
Wednesday, October 18
Because I think I'm The Goddess, I always tell myself that no one's going to control my life. When James started to nag about the smoking, I would get fucking pissed off and launch into yet another of my emotional tirades. But somehow, somehow - Ha. Ha. Someone's withholding my pack of fags from me! And I think it's sweet! (Hello, Amanda!?!? *Knock, knock*) To be fair, I did say I wanted to cut down, and I guess it's a logical way to help. Lol. Here's how it worked today: I got to keep 3 sticks. 1 for the daily crap; 1 in case I was constipated; 1 just to round it up to a lucky number 3. Anything beyond that, I had to go look for him. (Which, to be shameless, I really don't mind - only I think it's starting to look a biiiit funny.) :]
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
2:07 AM
Sunday, October 15
My Lovable Engs; Priscilla, Calvin, Nat and Me!
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
10:31 PM
"I love it that you love it that I love it." It's crazy how one semantically-twisted sentence can sound like the loveliest thing on earth, that replays itself so sweetly without sounding too corny.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:44 AM
Saturday, October 14
One lost to the evils of mahjong.
One who near strangled me in a brotherly thump of affection.
One who made me smile so much; it was impossible to sleep smiling like a dodobird.
**
Sometimes (ok, most of the time for me), you fall without reason - and it always seems like the most romantic occurence ever. And then, there are times when you fall for all the right reasons - but it's no less romantic and beautiful in nature. Rather the converse actually. Oh oh, let it not be a game!
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:51 AM
Friday, October 13
Oh yes, I'm going out to have some fun tonight!Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
12:46 PM
Thursday, October 12
I feel all moody and pms-ish now, but Yuimin's donated truffle is working wonders! :]
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:59 PM
Wednesday, October 11
I'll be writing a paper on reconstructing genealogy and I'm so excited about it! My grandpa once showed me our family's jia pu and to my amazement, it dated back all the way back to A.D. 900! The knowledge that my lineage can be traced all the way back to a little ancestral village in Swa Tow, complete with an ancestral hall, is larger than life itself; a notion that drives home a sense of pride, in knowing that I descend from some kind of rich cultural identity. When my grandpa was still able, he used to contribute back on a yearly basis and while it never quite struck me then, I've only just realized how committed he was to ensuring the continuity of his lineage. It's such a Confucian thing, such a Chinese thing. Of kinship and roots. And I'm very, very proud of it! :]
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
11:04 PM
Haha.
Liwern pointed out that my tattoo somewhat resembles the insignia for the Cannes Film Festival.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
3:45 PM
Tuesday, October 10
Listening to: The Blue Bar Vol. 2
And I'm positively rhapsodic;
Believing a little bit more that reciprocity may abound in a sea of tentative steps.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:21 PM
cardboard personalityA one-dimensional person; someone who has no depth to them whatsoever.
E.g. Paris Hilton has a cardboard personality.Urbandictionary.com
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
3:38 AM
Monday, October 9
You may wonder why Nat and I were both not looking at the camera. Here's why: my sometimes highly looney Dad decided that posed photos weren't nice - so he just kept snapping photos in which nobody was looking at the camera. And since I was always talking to Nat, here's the best he could come up with.
Here's a better one! Far away from the prying eyes of Daddy Dearest.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
12:30 AM
Sunday, October 8
I love my family! I didn't realize how much I'd missed them until I had dinner with them (and my brother's girlfriend, Sabrina). The moment I got into the car, I had a gazillion things to tell them, from our hair-raising car adventures in Phuket to the bimbotic antics of the Formula Unas to how my blistered toe got infected and inflamed with pus. On and on I went, lapping up the attention and love that only family can give without limit or expense.
Then halfway into our Mexican dinner, the best ever text message arrives and my Dad and Mom watches me in amusement as I literally bounced off my feet and started hugging my sister and before I knew it, everyone knew exactly why I was so psyched - and this is what Dad says, "And only a month ago, she was crying over Zh." Lol. How he exaggerates so. It wasn't a month; and I wasn't crying that badly. So I continued reveling in my obvious state of happiness and my Dad laughs somemore and even while he joked that I was in 'puppy love', I knew he was happy that his usually too-cool (and sometimes morose) daughter was being unusually cheerful. :]
Haha. Anyhow, a recommendation for churros: Cha Cha Cha serves up FANTASTIC churros with vanilla icecream. I'm usually too stuffed (and broke) to afford desserts, but since dinner's on Dad, there went nothing. Desserts whack only haha.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:53 AM
Saturday, October 7
Gain gorgeous red talons, and you lose an entire range of facilities. It's hard to do things when you're unused to having nails. Lol. I got myself acrylic nail extensions today! Reward. (For spending too much time travelling and getting tired in the process. And for cramming all my studying into a few days.) Lol. They're so pretty! Lynn calls them my 'sultry' nails. Hell yes - make way for the siren please!
If only I was as siren-ish on the inside. I am so bad at playing the game; I'm in danger of losing the plot completely. I'm too shy to let on that I'm interested. (OK I lied; I'm madly interested.) I'm too proud to do the chasing, or at least appear more chase-able. I'm just so handicapped that I must seem like the most standoffish girl alive to him. Argh! Funny thing is, when I'm totally not interested in a fella, I'm the converse - I'm as friendly as I usually am, and this must be more appealing, because they seem to respond almost instantaneously. True enough, in a span of a day, this other guy has established more contact than that special one whom I'm sitting in my room and mushing over in secret. Goodness..!
Anyhow, in addition to my brand new set of nails, I got a hair cut too. Well, a trim - because I wanted to keep the length, and keep the fringe. Neither of which sounded remotely related to cutting anything. Lol. I also had the most amazing head massage on earth. I was the first one at the wash basin. So my shampoo boy starts shampooing, then he starts massaging. And massaging. And massaging. All the way down to my shoulders. Deep and hard and lingering. I had the ridiculous sensation of being made love to via my neck. Two other ladies came in, and left. And I was still there being massaged and having chills sent down my spine. Seriously. It was good, but I felt vaguely uncomfortable. So a joke. "Wow, what a long shampoo huh." And the boy replies, "Huh?" ... The dear didn't speak English.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
1:50 AM
Friday, October 6
I'm a genius, I really am. I was fucking studying so goddamn hard for my Macroeconomics mid-term. I stayed in to study, when I could have gone to Wala's. When I could have done a gazillion million things. Gillian, Yuimin and Grace kept dropping by to see how I was doing because I was mugging til my eyes were pinpricks. And then - I overslept! Even though I put TWO alarm alerts, because I had a feeling I would be so tired, having slept only 2 hours the night before. Fuck, all that studying for naught :[ I'm totally feeling like crap now, and I'm going to pamper myself silly later. Manicure and a haircut. Yes, just kill me already. At least I've just gone to the doctor's to get an absence from school; now my finals will make up 75% of the final grade. Happy happy joy joy.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
2:43 PM
Thursday, October 5
@ Essential BrewBy the way, The Raszgoddess has been replaced by The Tumbelina. It got coined by the Formula Unas because I'm so tiny and because I got so drunk once that I rolled down the stairs. I have the bruises to prove. And the spate of accidents continues: on Tuesday, I tripped down the stairs twice coming down from the smoking corner at Arts. Then in the evening, I fell while walking up to the Bizad Library. Today, I sat on a broken chair in Ben's room and my ass crashed to the floor.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
4:47 PM
Wednesday, October 4
I look like a bullfrog from some SERIOUS lack of sleep, but I'm feeling the onset of a good dump, so I shall blog about Shanghai until I get the runs. Lol. Someone offered to recite me bad poems to put me to sleep, but alas -
Ok. First day, nothing much.
Except that the 'surprise' activity for the Formula Unas was a dance lesson at the Paramount - the most luxurious establishment of its kind in the Far East - that epitomized the 'high life' of Shanghai in the 1930s. Being a lifestyle and culture junkie, it was
such a treat for me! :] I got to be dragged around the dance floor, learning the waltz, tango, samba, cha cha and - I don't know, something that required some pretty nifty footwork. Foxtrot, maybe.
One, two, se-li! One, two, se-li! Yes, the Chinese have a bit of a problem with 'th'.
Day 2, pockets of sightseeing and shopping. I got these gorgeous framed paper cuttings, a random clown hat and a chinese fan. And a look into one of the most sophisticated rural (paradox alert!) toilet systems. It works like this: There is this concrete ridge with two metal plates about a metre apart on each end. So you pee between these plates, and when you flush, a gush of water comes out from behind you and pushes the water (and pee) over and above the metal plates, and into a hole that is in front of you. It works, and it's intruiging. Lol.
At night, we went to The People's Restaurant. At least, that's what I heard the name was - because when we got there, it was right smack in the middle of absolutely nothing. And there was no signboard; just a little ubiquitous stairway that led up to a landing with 9 lights. So we had to guess which of these inset lamps to touch, to allow us to get into the bar area. Every wrong one we hit, something would slide open on our left to reveal a mirror, with the words 'GOTCHA' on it. How seriously cool is that! Lol. Then, when we got in, we had rounds of pre-dinner cocktails, which I learnt is ji wei jiu in Mandarin.
And the toilets! You know how usually you enter the bathroom by turning the knob and pushing it? Well this one works by turning the knob, and pushing the other side of the door. Then the whole door swings round, and you're in the cubicle. In pitch dark. You fumble with the lock, and lush lighting lights up the industrial-styled toilet. It was an experience to behold. The food, the ambience, the feel. Singapore needs something like this!
Then it was the Hugo Boss party at No. 3 on The Bund. Smashing and incredulously hawt. I don't have the incriminating photos, but let's just put it this way - I had my first kiss with a girl. No, make that a few girls. I also got so high that I rolled down the stairs at Bar Rouge. Too bad I don't like white men; there are some fairly delicious ones out there in Shanghai.
The next day, we all rolled out of beds, exhausted like post-party party animals. When we got to the Formula 1 tracks, we just too out of it to ooh-aah at the drivers. Or the paddock area. Or the pitstop area. Or anything. When some ESPN dude stopped to film us, we probably made up the sorriest sight of 10 girls being forced to watch something completely unexciting. (The qualifying round.)
By dinner time though, we had woken up from our stupor and were more or less ready to party. This is the part when living with 10 girls took on a sinister outlook. This girl slithers up to me, thinking I'm part of the white-men-eaters club. "Hey Amanda, would you like to join us at Bar Rouge later? We're thinking of going (to eat some white men)...but we don't want to let the others know (cos we know we're slutty and we don't wanna let everyone know) so just keep it to yourself ok?" Okay. No thank you. This was when I realized that the 10 girls have effectively split up into 2 camps, each highly antagonistic against the other. Hmmm. I decided to stay on at Muse, because I knew that if I got drunk, Noraine and Hana would take care of their Little Tumbelina.
This was also the first time I drank a tequila shot off someone else's cleavage.
Sunday. Race day! My dad wanted me to get Michael Schumacher's autograph, but the closest I got to him, was when he whizzed past the grandstand 60 times. I have to admit that I knew next to nothing about Formula 1. When a red car emblazoned with "Marlboro" spun out of control, I thought it was him. Which is why I thought he was really good when he emerged champion. Later on I realized that it was some other Ferrari dude that lost control. Hah.
So it was dinner, and throughout the day, the girls just got bitchier, more bimbotic - and overall, hell tiresome to be around. There was this time when we drove past a house with no lights, and someone said - "Don't they have lights???" Omg. Maybe no one's at home? Helloo!?!?! After dinner, I could not tolerate another hedonistic night of alcohol - and I just went back where I tried to read my Dimension Fund Advisors case study while missing someone desperately. I was all ready to come back home.
Last day! Shopping and Xin Tian Di! Positively the best of Shanghai I've seen! We went to this fantabulous museum which is incredibly gorgeous. By day it's a museum and by night, the exhibits sink into marble tops which are then converted into bar tables. Yes, the museum turns into a bar at night! It was stunning, and we got to look at the VIP room and it was just a room with a seemingly endless ceiling of crystal chandeliers. No pictures allowed, but the memory of it is enough to send my spine tingling.
I need to go back. With girls I like, and intelligent company! And maybe a lover. Haha.
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
4:26 AM
Tuesday, October 3
It's funny how I never stop missing, and never stop smiling at mere recollections or simple text messages. It's funny how things go, and it's funny how infatuation might really be the best word to describe this bizarre state of mind I'm in. It's funny how I really am not expecting anything; just for this lukewarm fuzzy feeling to go on and on. It's even funnier to think that it might end up nowhere, but what's life - without humour. And the moment. (Sorry, Lynn. Lol!)
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
9:46 PM
Know what?
I'm back!! :]
Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.
6:43 AM
Lol. Shots of shiny, happy, inebriated girls are still arriving in my inbox everyday. 
I visit Norman Tam's [album] regularly, and his little lady is lovely. I cannot wait to have
Oh yes, I'm going out to have some fun tonight!
Haha.
You may wonder why Nat and I were both not looking at the camera. Here's why: my sometimes highly looney Dad decided that posed photos weren't nice - so he just kept snapping photos in which nobody was looking at the camera. And since I was always talking to Nat, here's the best he could come up with. 
@ Essential Brew
Except that the 'surprise' activity for the Formula Unas was a dance lesson at the Paramount - the most luxurious establishment of its kind in the Far East - that epitomized the 'high life' of Shanghai in the 1930s. Being a lifestyle and culture junkie, it was such a treat for me! :] I got to be dragged around the dance floor, learning the waltz, tango, samba, cha cha and - I don't know, something that required some pretty nifty footwork. Foxtrot, maybe. One, two, se-li! One, two, se-li! Yes, the Chinese have a bit of a problem with 'th'.
At night, we went to The People's Restaurant. At least, that's what I heard the name was - because when we got there, it was right smack in the middle of absolutely nothing. And there was no signboard; just a little ubiquitous stairway that led up to a landing with 9 lights. So we had to guess which of these inset lamps to touch, to allow us to get into the bar area. Every wrong one we hit, something would slide open on our left to reveal a mirror, with the words 'GOTCHA' on it. How seriously cool is that! Lol. Then, when we got in, we had rounds of pre-dinner cocktails, which I learnt is ji wei jiu in Mandarin. 
Then it was the Hugo Boss party at No. 3 on The Bund. Smashing and incredulously hawt. I don't have the incriminating photos, but let's just put it this way - I had my first kiss with a girl. No, make that a few girls. I also got so high that I rolled down the stairs at Bar Rouge. Too bad I don't like white men; there are some fairly delicious ones out there in Shanghai. 
This was also the first time I drank a tequila shot off someone else's cleavage.
So it was dinner, and throughout the day, the girls just got bitchier, more bimbotic - and overall, hell tiresome to be around. There was this time when we drove past a house with no lights, and someone said - "Don't they have lights???" Omg. Maybe no one's at home? Helloo!?!?! After dinner, I could not tolerate another hedonistic night of alcohol - and I just went back where I tried to read my Dimension Fund Advisors case study while missing someone desperately. I was all ready to come back home. 
Last day! Shopping and Xin Tian Di! Positively the best of Shanghai I've seen! We went to this fantabulous museum which is incredibly gorgeous. By day it's a museum and by night, the exhibits sink into marble tops which are then converted into bar tables. Yes, the museum turns into a bar at night! It was stunning, and we got to look at the VIP room and it was just a room with a seemingly endless ceiling of crystal chandeliers. No pictures allowed, but the memory of it is enough to send my spine tingling.
