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2002-04-10 - 1:32 a.m. She’s sitting at the café near the library, her sunglasses perched on her head. Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, she removes the sunglasses and puts them back into the Gucci-emblazoned case. Snaps it shut, sips from her Coke. There’s a slice of lemon in her Coke, a token excuse to jack up the price. She scans around for her friends. She hates sitting alone. She shouldn’t have felt self-conscious about the sunglasses. Who was judging her anyway? Certainly not those girls at the table next to hers. One of them is wearing a baggy T-shirt with Calvin and Hobbes prints (please, she rolls her eyes, oh please, will there be a day when people will stop shopping for pasar malam fakes?) and the other looks like she’s finally made peace with her pimples (some are flaky though, which might mean the girl’s still on some kind of hopeful anti-zit medication). She’s wearing a pink top with straps, and jeans. No tanlines on her shoulder, she wears a two-piece when she goes swimming. She’s got fair skin, pink cheeks (cream-based blush, not the powdery kind), and highlights in her hair. She never dates nice guys, only ‘bastards’ and ‘users’ she will later warn her other friends about. She goes to Zouk regularly, will never stand in a queue for more than 15 minutes because she always knows at least 3 names on guest lists. She’s puked before after drinking too much, and she remembers how they passed tissue paper at her; she’s sweeping these white carnations across her mouth and when she laughed she could feel the acid in her breath. Can we please hurry up and summarise? Write in point form if possible. So here’s the list: Mango sales, fake henna tattoos, Sentosa beach party, strategic thongs for invisible panty lines, pushup bras for visible cleavage lines, handphones, highlighters, tampons, have you seen that lecturer called Umberto, I mean, he’s sooo Italian, hey nice bag, where did you get it from, diets, magazine questionnaires, lipstick stains on bendable straws, guess who just got back from overseas, I’m so happy I finally got my driving license, this is a Polaroid of my dog, that Swedish exchange student, he’s sooo blond, suntan lotion, mascara, shoes, dammit why’s it so hot today and where’s Daphne and Hari and Debbie… The boredom is killing her. Her boredom can kill.
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