not only did I watch two movies on the eve of my first paper (not to mention spending an hour grooming my nails - I have never spent so much time on my nails before I swear!) I figured it was about time I removed the badly scratched and chipped red nail polish I've been shamelessly sporting for ehhhhh about 2 weeks or so. hehe. hehehe. heh.

I've even fished out the archaic P.S. I love you by Barbara Conklin to leaf through it again! (and no not the recent one with hunky Gerard Butler on the cover). I remember reading it during my early teens (hey I'm still a teenager! I've not even reach the big 2-1 okay!) and thinking how cool it would be if the initials of my future boyfriend's name could so stylishly be embedded in a phrase like P.S. I love you. (in the book P.S. stands for Paul Strobe ie. the bf and Palm Springs ie. the place she met her bf)

So:
P.S. - Paul Strobe
P.S. - also Palm Springs

P.S. I love you = Paul Strobe/Palm Springs I love you.

haha.

easy peasy lemon squeezy.

her boyfriend died of cancer in the end so the phrase's double entendre is doubly meaningful. And poof, my childish longing for a boyfriend with cool initials vanished just as I read that he died.

So! This book must be older than me! and I did google it. BEHOLD, publish date dating back to 1981!

Anyway, here's some super duper buper outdated pictures from Monash Ball.

Farah Khan!