because people still visit this.

i think it's quite scary how i can be found so easily on the net. like okay there aren't many chloe fairs in the world and i'm pretty damn sure i'm the only one in singapore (your cats dogs whatever not counted WHY is chloe such a popular pet name??). so as thankful as i am that i don't look like a fucking cat, dog or parakeet, fact remains with this name it's never easy for me to run. the name sticks in people's heads like how peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. although the former is a less salty sensation. people are always like "yeah! you're chloe fair from 199X/200X and i'm like ummm oh hey yeah you're tan lee lim!" and just google the name and you can totally find my blog, facebook and friendster profiles, and random friends' and strangers' blogs which mention me. yeah there are privacy options and shit but you know, nothing on the net is ever 100% voyeur safe. hey, i'm watching you too. *does the two finger eyes to you thing*

so anyway year3 is over and done with. 3.6 last sem yumyum very gratifying, considering i did put a lot of thought into my work and produced some praise worthy term papers. life is pretty much about my internship now. and that's all seriously. working 9am to about 7pm on average from mon to fri really zaps me of whatever energy i have. my social life has been reduced to half-awake friday nights and saturdays, during which i have the tendency to slip into naps without warning as well. so much for trying to stay caffeine free.. coffee from the pantry is a much needed morning staple now.

it's about two months to the U.S. i'm half excited, but half dreading all the admin. i have not booked tickets, made a new passport or settled my visa i am like omg i need a PA pronto. and it's really hard to get any of this done outside office hours, which basically = 70% of my life right now.

so far, twentytwo has been responsibilities and more responsibilities. i'm thankful for what i have, but sometimes i wish we were all still together. we were better together, at least i was. i love both of you, but love cannot run in different directions. domestic quatering this is.

and going by my five most recent posts, i sound like an emo nerd who's totally obsessed with my bf. dear blog i would like to sue for misrepresentation.

p.s. i snooze you.