2007

Every time 31 December comes, I think about Ally Mcbeal. There's this episode of the show where John Cage tells Ally:

"To know if you have lived a great year, when you look back at the stuff you have done/experienced in that year and it turns you into a nutcase who laughs and cries all at the same time."

Its like another hour to 2008. Seriously, I am not much of a New Year's Eve person. I even shiver to the singing of Auld Lang Syne. Am serious about this. I just don't like this day.

Looking back at 2007, I think I did live it well. Went through happiness, heartbreak, anger, stress, blissfulness, confidence and more.

2007 had been a rather hard year for me. But I guess I'm the type of person if I don't learn it the hard way, I'll just never learn. At least, in this last day of 2007, I found the true Zelda Woo. Someone that I want to live as for life. Someone that people will say, "Hey! That's so Zelda.".

So 2008 will be a year of tests for me. To test if I am able to live this way. If I can be Zelda. Some of you might think I'm a nutcase. But do you ever wonder have you been living yourself? Sometimes I see people just blindly living life. Getting easily influenced by what others have to say, all those. I was like that in 2007. In 2008, I'll just be me. Was tired living how others what me to live life in 2007. So 2008, its the year of ME!

Guess when I look back on the year same time next year, even more tears and laughter will follow.

Happy 2008 to all!

painting

Went for a shopping spree on Saturday. My mom was commenting how nice the paintings were. That so meant she wants me to paint more. ><

Ok. Either am too lazy to do so or too distracted or too busy. I suppose it should be laziness and the distractions.

Ok. For 2008 resolutions, me will paint more. Me will be more discipline. Me will be less spontaneous. (Its just too much spontaneity in me.) Me will be more distinctive with what I want to live like.

Girls

I sort of have this topic to blog about - GIRLS. Yes. The species of man that share the same gender as me. If you read my blog and have no idea what sex I am, I'm a girl. The one that has boobs, a vagina, uterus, mood swings etc. Ok. Enough of the elaboration.

As a guy would know, there are many kinds of girls in the world. Won't touch on the looks. Just the generic stereotypes people set.

Girl-next-door

Yes. Everyone knows her. Internationally, she's probably a brunette. Somewhat like Sandra Bullock. (Love those locks of hers. Oh and the teeth too!)
In Singapore, in my opinion, the girl next door(GXD) to guys are like cute girls that are super decent/innocent/quiet. Asian example would be like Hong Kong actress Shirley Yeung.

Tomboy

I was a tomboy before. I hung out with the guys pretty often, had boy hair, wore pants. The rather extremes turn butches or lesbians. But society can't really be bothered. Tomboy, hmm. Ella from SHE.
But, she's not tomboy tomboy material. She just looks the part. Plus she CRIES a lot.

Femme Fatale

My favourite kind of girl. My aspiration for now. Probably 2008 resolution. Sometimes a bit over-bearing too. In the 21st century, equality of the sexes. One such babe would be Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct 2. I didn't see the first show. So won't comment on it.

That's enough for now.

Glooomy

Am gloomy & tired.
Guess I must have woken up to the wrong side of bed.
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XMAS

Sort of forgotten to wish my peeps "A Blessed Christmas & a Wonderful New Year".

Have gotten some advice that I have a rather short temper/too uptight with stuff/too serious over things.
Firstly, I know I am not a perfect person. If so, I would be a robotic person.
Secondly, having the idea of growing up in an environment where almost everyone (sometimes even teachers) tease you; might spur the defense mechanism in you. Imagine starting your kindergarden school days having laughed at because you can't speak a proper Chinese sentence or because that you are so much taller than others.
Thirdly, you try to move on. However, along the way you meet people you just can't get enough satisfaction of people. They asked for your changing. At first, it was just asking. Slowly, thinking that you might be too densed to get their meaning; they demand for change.

I can go on listing the points why am I such. Guess it will be endless. Am really tired. I have been trying my best to give and take. However do others do so too? If I have done so, would it help? Maybe I am really optimistically pessimistic. Seriously, I rarely so do give advice on people's character. I feel that if you were to forcefully change a person, this person would become you and not them. Sad, I suppose. Maybe I do like learning the hard way.

Ending off with an "oh well".

Donate Blood

Dearest friends,

Christmas is a time for giving. This xmas, I am urging you to donate blood. Please read this. You will know what I mean. At the same time, donating blood can save 3 lives! If you are really stingy like me and wanna do something nice this xmas, please donate blood. You won't even need to fork out a single cent. Isn't that really neat? :) By the way, if you think going to the blood bank is too far for you, there are mobile donation drives going on throughout the island. You can read them at this site. :)

God speed.

Holiday

Thank god for the invention of celebration. Celebration hence leads to holidays. Am going to the Arena Club today. Sleeping in tomorrow, the holiday. :)

The Chipmunks.

Caught the Alvin & the Chipmunks with my sisters. Oh did that show brought back many childhood memories. :)

Fucking bitches.

Sometimes, just using the term "fucking bitches" is just getting a bit stale. Should really start thinking of fresh phrases to insult these people.
Besides the evil princess I touched on yesterday, there's also the power-stricken Empress Dowager. So ALL royalty are bad. Hmm.. Maybe I got to dispose my Queen title. Ok. Dispose Queen title. Am the professional. Better. Elitist sounds good too. Ok. Set. Elitist.
Thank god I have this blog to vent my frustrations. Though I know the above is fluff. But who cares.

ARGHZ

I know I have this huge load of work to be done. I just got to blog this out. There's a princess at my workplace! ROAR~! She so reminds my of：Ya. ARGHZ.

A quickie

I don't really have time to blog. Rushing the magazine.
Just to let you guys know, my sister started a shop blog.
Please go check it out.
Spread the word.
Thanks.

http://seasons-treasures.blogspot.com/

Design December or December Design.

December is a crazy design month. Or it is a design crazy December month. (God. I have to stop being so witty with my words.><) Attended Blurring Boundaries; a lecture by Karim Rashid yesterday. The only word to describe the lecture is:

Inspirational.

Seriously, I know I can't design. But I can write, think of ideas for new concepts and talk well. Thats my strengths. I know that in the future I might not touch design anymore. But you might ask, "Then, if so, why did you go for the lecture?" My answer - Sometimes we all need wake up calls here and then. So this is just a wake up call for me.
A little off track, he's really TALL. ><. Ok. Back to the crazy design month. Am rushing for the deadline of my magazine. Have changed the layout of the magazine. Guess I'll be using this layout in the future too.

Wish list~

Xmas is in 19 days.
Here's my Xmas list:

• Nikon D40x DSLR
• Lomo Fisheye No. 2 Camera
• Hermès Birkin Bag

My 21st birthday is in 78 days.
Here's the birthday wishlist:

• Nikon D40x DSLR
• Lomo Fisheye No. 2 Camera
• Hermès Birkin Bag (if I don't get them for Xmas)
• Some Tiffany's
  
• Louis Vuitton Monogram Groom Purse
• The entire set of plays written by William Shakespeare

Well. I have said what I would want for both occasions. So its either you wanna get it or not.

Rose-tints

Simple post.
Trying to get people to see everything in rose-tints.

A reader.

For a while in my blogging period of my life, I did thought that my readers were only my really close friends. You know those few; Marilyn, Jeffrey, Elaine, my sis & probably Jie Mei. I had a little shock/surprise/whatever-you-call-it yesterday.
Seriously I'd never expected it. Never in my calculations would I have thought he reads my blog. Totally went o.0. Yup. That. The raised-one-brow look.
Oh well. Had to get that off my very fat narrow chest. Ok. That felt good. ><.

Singapore Design Festival!

Hey peeps! Went for the Singapore Design Festival today(Sunday) with Wei Ting aka Victorina and Bei Zi aka Zizi. So FUN! Just uploaded the pictures to facebook. Thank God for facebook. I AM just so lazy to edit ALL the pictures in photoshop(saving for web). Now, all I need to do is use the image link in facebook of that picture itself. =)) Hehe.
Or rather, those interested in the pictures, please go to this site. You'll be able to view the pictures.

Bitten hand + some old hot(?) picture of me.

The very pitiful me was being bitten last night by Bobby, AGAIN. This time was a little more serious.

The cute culprit. :(

Might upload a picture of the bitten hand later. Am worried that there might be holes in my hand. ><. He needs to know which hand to bite too. Biting my RIGHT hand. God. I'm like having a hard time do ALL things. Was looking through some of my networking accounts. Found this very old picture. Ok. Is 3 years old? Ok. Here it is:

Was probably in poly year 1.

Letter to my friends

Dearest friends,

I know for the past weeks I have been a worry to you. Am sorry. And great to let you know ALL is well. Though at times there might be some emotional baggage after the clean up. But I guarantee that I have cleaned 80% of the rubbish. =))
True that I won't be able to pick up and take up another relationship/related-stuff so soon. So I wanna tell those guys out there: Don't wait for me. I don't want to waste your time.
Thanks for all the encouraging words. I won't be a bitch and give him a hard time. He has just turned into a "just another person" in my life category.
=))

hugs & kisses,
Zelda

Hermes Birkin in Croc Porosus Lisse

My IT bag is the Hermes Birkin in Croc Porosus Lisse.
Am bloody in love with this bag. But the price tag's like almost a whopping $150,000. Well. I can get a mini with COE paid. ><. It's a hot bag. Period.

My not-so-thinspriations.

Was reading a friend's friend's blog. (I'm nice. I give credit to people's stuff :])
In one post she was like commenting on being skinny/thin/slim. (Whatever you call it.) Well, I feel that she's like really thin. To her being the ideal shape has to be like Twiggy.

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Not that it's not healthy to be thin. Maybe it's a personal opinion. I, myself prefer babes with a little more meat. Ok. Not TOO much like me. :X. Currently sized like the current Britney Spears. ~Sobs. Comparing to someone, well. Ummm. Never mind.

My REAL thinspriations are as follows:

Monica Bellucci(The Dior Spokesbabe)

Beyonce

In general, I like to be trim, healthy and at least so, me feeling sexy. Being size 6-8 is ok in my book. Size 0? That I gotta think about it. Maybe think really long. Guess I won't give up my boobs & butt for anything else.

Frozen

Well. After what Elaine has told me. Come to think about it, my heart's kinda frozen. It's not warm anymore. I can't warm it up and provide any warmth to others. Think its for the best.

Some thoughts.

Was reading Blinkymummy's post on perceived beauty. Reminded me of Sunday's facial appointment. (Oh, it was FREE.) My face isn't the perfect of perfect. I have my scaring, my eczema, my opened pores etc. She made this comment that sort of pissed me off. "现在的人都看脸的." Loosely translated, people these days are all about looks. Seriously looks? Then, why are there MANY rushes to get into universities i.e. NUS, NTU? Intelligence is STILL a very important aspect of life.
Am still IRRITATED by that auntie's comment. Sorry guys.
Well went for the briefing at SIM by UB. My confidence level of getting in has sort of increased by 10%. Still worried for the financial bit of the problem. Guess that's the most disturbing factor for me. Dad ain't going to support me this time. Guess it might be a GOOD thing. Am paying on my own, means I'll have to working extra hard and cherish the opportunity I have been given. I do pray that old habits die; and GOOD new ones appear. Finally getting to study something that I am REALLY keen in. Not like design isn't. Maybe I should have listened to my mom and take design as a hobby. I might have done better this way.
Oh well. All I have to do now is just move on and work hard at my might-happen studies.

The Little Black Boy by William Blake

The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

'For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice,
Saying, 'Come out from the grove, my love and care
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice','

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.

William Blake.

Very un-racist poem. Imagine at that time, slavery was common. :)

Writing IMPULSE.

Was looking at some flowers from a not-so-close-friend's site. Her very sweet bf gave her purple roses. Ok. There's nothing wrong with roses, maybe just that roses are getting cliché? Done with the explanation. Down to the short story on flowers.

"Hey, I realised I have never received any flowers before" a certain Fern told her beau.
That beau of hers didn't really respond or ignore the random comment. Well, Alan just semi-acknowledged her; in a way Fern could not be angry or happy about.
Seemed Alan knew how to work his way around Fern.

Thursday came. Usually Fern would have to wait for Alan at the train station near her workplace. Strangely, this time, he, was early.

He remembered her words.

He held a sunflower stalk loosely, pretending to be rather nonchalant about the flower.

Fern smiled. Flowers were flooding the office. Colleagues were getting flowers delivered. Well, she had him and the flower "sent" to her.

"Only one stalk?"

"You're not a cliché-ish girl that needs bouquets of overly-commercialised roses to be happy, am I right?"

She smiled again.

THE END.

Short story mah. Done. :)

WHY??

Is Singapore that small?
Seriously, why we don't have Abercrombie & Fitch here? Or H&M? I'm grateful Robinsons & Co. Pte Ltd brought in River Island.
Can either Wing Tai or FJ Benjamin bring these 2 in? Pretty please?

Did I make the wrong choice?

Guess I didn't make the wrong choice to do design. Pisces are people who are damn fucking creative that you'll be so just wanna bawl our eyes out due to ALL the envy. OK. I just wanted the chance to use "BAWL".
That's besides the point.
Back to the creativity.
Seems like society in Singapore view creativity as a form of pragmatic beautification. If compared to the West (comparison makes one grow.), they are relatively more expressive. That's even for the case of corporate designs (shit. my spellings!).
And look at what I'm doing.I have no idea if its my design styling; or the requirements of the company. Maybe Joon Kiat's right. I have good taste in stuff. But I might lack that application part. Fuck.
Guess so.

Thought I wasn't a fan of boy bands.

This guy is super cute!

Kyle Patrick of the Click Five.

Went to the recent showcase.
Guess what.
I had a micro conversation with this guy's folks.
He looks totally like his mom.
Mama & Papa Patrick did a pretty great job.

Sorry, I'm giving up Ben Romans for this dude.
Sorry Ben, you outlived your days.
:X

:)

IF ONLY LIFE CAN GET THIS HAPPIIEEEE..

MY 21ST!!

Dear all reading this entry,

Me will be turning 21 in 3 months time. I had planned to have a BARBECUE and have a weekend trip to BANGKOK after that. However this plan could not be executed. Damn.
So me will be planning the a-typical chalet that most people usually have for their 21st. SINCE me can't get what me wants, me wants the chalet to be as fun and as wild as it gets.
There will be me favorites like MAHJONG, VODKA/TEQUILA, DANCING(?), FOOD and more.

Me will be needing volunteers to help plan. So please volunteer. ^^

with love,
ME!! (Queen Zelda)

Guess time will heal

Time will heal.
That's what everyone else says.
Time heals wounds.
But time can't heal scars.
Even if those scars are gone.
Time can't heal the memories.


Apologize
I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

that it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new - yeah
I loved you with the a fire red-
[Apologize lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Now it's turning blue, and you say...
I'm sorry like an angel
heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late whoaa ohhh...

Bridge (guitar/piano)

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet... off the ground...

I really think its an appropriate song.

All Hail Queen Zelda

Finally found something to blog about.

I realised I kinda have a few titles under my belt.

Clone Queen - Photoshop expert during my poly days.
Pirate Queen - Pretty obvious.
Nonsense Queen - Obvious as well.
A.C Queen - Act Cute Queen














What other "Queen" titles would I have?
Plus I guess I can NEVER fit into a title like Princess. (Not talking about you, Elaine. :X)
She makes a perfect princess.
As for me, queen would be most appropriate for me.
























Ok, not evil queen.

Just Friends

The impact of the news kinda hit me late. Guess, I'm pretty late in expressing my emotions.
I vaguely remember reading this book, Just Friends by Robyn Sisman. Well, its not the movie novel. Well, but I can't write my own ending.
Sometimes, life just gets unjust. He didn't hurt me. Just happen to turn out this way. At least its comforting to know he's willingly to admit. I was afraid he might do a disappearing act. That would be really irresponsible.
Since I'm late with feeling the blues and the despair, well. I forgot what I wanted to say. Guess the negative feels are just taking over. Oh well.

I miss Elaine.

I miss lover no. 1.


When is lover no.1 coming back? Miss her.

Still blogging

Why should I be affected by yesterday's incident?
Ok.
I did get affected.

Life is weird.
Very weird.

Random note.
Found this really cute strawberry picture while photo searching.

too bad.

What's done is done.
Too bad the "surprise" came this way.
Great job.

I'm a lit student.
Am trained to think and read beyond lines and beyond lines of lines.
Sometimes, I do ask myself why had I taken lit and made a paranoid of myself.

Maybe these are all excuses.
Guess they are excuses.

Am sorry too.

PICTURES!!

RANDOM SHOTS AGAIN!!

Flashing lights.

A painted future.

I love to live in Boston or Chicago. I want a future that I only depend on my stinky sweatshirt and my favorite faded Levis for clothes.
I want to live in a studio apartment in a apartment on a street beside Hyde Park. Probably working at one of the press firm as a lowly paid reporter. But my dream would be to be a romance novel writer.
I would keep a dog. Definitely the Old English Sheepdog.
And during my spare time, I'll be painting. My apartment will be so messy due to all the painting that I don't even have place for the TV.
As my family are all in Singapore, I'll only visit them like during Chinese New Year and Christmas.
I'll probably be not very slim. Probably like what I am now. Lunch will be sandwiches from the sandwich bar across the street from my workplace. I'll cook my dinner. Simple one-dish meals.
My hands would be really dirty and my nails probably haven't seen a manicure in 3 years. Will be wearing the same canvas sneakers that I hand-painted to work everyday. My make-up bare minimal. Just foundation and brow powder. My bag is a huge black bag that I got at a local flea market.
Probably club less. Unless its a company function, then I'll dress up.
If I'm not painting, I'm hanging out at the local bookstore or art gallery. I might have a little space at the flea market to sell my paintings. Business might be good on some days, there might be days when I have to bring everything home.
Might meet my guy while looking for a book at the bookstore. Might move in with him and turn my apartment into a gallery cum painting studio.
That's my painted future for now.

What if.

Sometimes I feel like asking,"What would you do if some other guy wanna ask me out?"
But I guess I already know the answer.
"Go for it!"

--.--

And every time, I go clubbing he asks if there are any hot guys around.
--.--

I mean, hey! Do you get the point?
Damn.
He's a dumb guy.

Am not treating him like one of my girlfriends.
I have enough.
I don't really need him to be one.

Oh well.

Found the hair I REALLY wanted.

Found that hair cut.
Love the bangs, the layers. Think I'll match it. :X

SIM application

Applied for communication studies at SIM. Guess I should have done this earlier. Oh well.
Got to shop less. Maybe club less too. :X
At least I still have booze at home. :X

i really hate my job.

i hate my job. hate it. hate the boss. hate the whole management. hate the fucking chains that tied me down. hate the fact that they can't fucking i'm trying my fucking best in whatever job they give me.
i really wanna tender. fuck the bonus. i can't stay there anymore. getting me nuts.

i hate elitist

i admit i'm not the most perfect person. am still growing and learning. could be that 2 year old tree. but i still have yet to grow my flowers and start reproducing fruits.

am trying my best to make things work (this is work related not relationship related).
say that having higher qualifications i should be able to do so. damn fucking that for granted. why some fuckers expect and believe that more should be given. i doubt they have these in the west. so fucking wanna get out of singapore.

stupid old hag who speaks in circles. god please make the old hag talk straight to the point. totally confuses people with the merry-go-round talkings.

totally get the point. sometimes i feel i'm not mature enough. ok. i am not matured enough. therefore the relentless struggle to match up. fuck.

the guys are right. year 2 was shit. seems like i got a 4-year-dip-squeezed-into-2-years. thinking how a certain mr tan "teachings" vs the working world. no difference.

i don't like my boss. i accept if i'm wrong. but i won't accept that i did follow your instructions instead you feel that its still not to standard. all i have to say - fuck off.

should have left earlier. probably during the previous job scope. stuck in a fucked up company with too many ideas. design should be kept small and not too big. especially for graphics. there are too many people talking. total confusion.

looking for freelancing while getting ready to leave. if i m freelancing, kinda need a new computer. heck if its a laptop or desktop.

can't fucking wait for november to come so i can register for nafa.

AM NOT LIAN.

This is the first time in my life someone agreed that I have lian-ish vibes.
--.--

Most of the time my descriptions are "strange", "crazy", "unique", "interesting".
Never lian.

lost

am confused, lost, blurred, insecure, incapable, stranded, tired, uncertain.

kinda need answers to stuff.

Maybe I should start writing.

I'll write this girly story about a young woman with life conflicts.


Titled: That split end part 1

Maybe. Maybe. No way. Hmm. Sometimes even choosing the best wedding dress can be a chore. Knowing Ben for 3 years, seemed ok for us to settle down. Maybe it didn't. Ben was totally not interested in the wedding preps. I was getting suffocated by the pressure and the time needed for my work and the wedding preps.
Trex had been pressing me for new art pieces. He said the gallery was empty and customers kept asking for my works. Oh well.

"Baby. I'm choosing that dress." Me, pointing to the simple buster A-line gown.
"Hmm. Ok. We'll go with it."

Finally. But I still felt empty. Ben didn't even look at WHICH gown I was going to walk down the aisle in.

"But you aren't looking at it."
Ben walked towards the display and carried the mannequin wearing the CORRECT dress and brought it beside my chair.

"This right?"


to be continued....

Should take more pictures

I kinda need to increase my album size.
If not there won't be anything to show those NAFA dudes.

Sort of found my direction

I'm throwing away a lot of things. Guess to define oneself is to sacrifice unnecessary stuff and focus on what really works for you.
I really like the spring-summer breeze that blows my hair as I sit on a swing hung from a strong branch of a tree. I'll not be wearing Prada or LV. But more like T-shirt and jeans. Probably a pair of pretty-dirty-and-beaten-up sneakers.
My home will probably a small apartment in a sub-urban. Things will be all around the house. Clothes on the couch, dinner dishes not washed. I'll probably have a iMac, a 2nd hand sewing machine. I might keep a cat cos cats are low to maintain. Or goldfish. I'll probably paint my den some dirty colour. Grey or yellow-brown.
Maybe during my free time I'll be painting or writing.
Work? Freelancing. I'll have a column in some paper or magazine. Ugly Betty? Nah. Not fashion, maybe some design magazine like Space or Ish. Or I might be a curator. Hmm. Seems promising. ^^

MUACKS

Aww. So sweet.

Some pictures

Had taken some so-called artistic shots. So here they are.

STOP SHOPPING!!

I seriously need to stop shopping online during office hours. :X
So.

ZELDA WOO,
PLEASE STOP SHOPPING ONLINE!

New addition to the family.

My cousin dropped this stray Shitzu with us.

Am I really ok?

Sometimes having time alone seems great, but it seems all so creepy. Maybe I think too much on my part. Guess I'm the thinker. Sometimes I do try my best to stop thinking. Oh well, nothing really helps. ~Shrugs shoulders~

New shoes + 2 Days mc

Got some new shoes from Charles & Keith. 3 inch wedges. Pretty happy with the steal. Was a $30+ pair. Got it for $27.
Am sick with gastric flu. Happened on Thursday. Got a headache after the tremor. Started puking and had diarrhea.

am tired

This is a entry with reference to yesterday's.

I don't wanna love anymore.
I wanna be loved.

So I'm moving on.

I might be cooking on Saturday or Sunday.
Kinda miss cooking.
Been a long while since I made something for the family to eat.
^^

Sometimes life gets a little weird.

Maybe I can't find any other better word for description. Guess the sort-of appropriate word is "weird".
Still kinda adapting to the working life. Already made the mould of my 6-7 years single lifestyle. Won't be any difference going back to square one.
Seriously, that might-be-called-puppy-love during my younger days don't even count as a relationship. Probably just the process of growing up. Now, @ 20. I really cant figure if its misjudgment or desperation. I'm not afraid anymore. If I am, then I am. I won't really avoid it. I could be desperate.
But I do wish to find someone who can shelter me from the rain, hug me when I need one, lend me a shoulder to cry on while watching sloppy soap dramas, tell me its ok when its totally not.
I still very much to be loved. Oh well. Guess that's the "weirdness".

GOT MY CAMERA!!

On impulse, I bought my camera! ^^ Nikon Coolpix L12. 7.1Megapixels, Vibration reduction and GOOD ISO!! Very very very happy with the buy.
Oh ya.. I chickened out on the nose piercing. Might let someone think I'm a bad girl. Hehe.

For my 21st.

Next Feb, I'll be legal 21.
I'll be getting my nose piercing this Sunday (hopefully).
I might chicken out.
For my 21st.
I wanna get inked.
Was thinking that rose I painted.
3 colours.
Red, black and gold.
Woohoo.
Where?
The area on my hand between the thumb and the index finger.
:)

Declaration of the Year

I HATE MY JOB.
I WISH NAFA WOULD JUST START LIKE NOW!
SO WANNA KILL MY BOSS.
I HATE OT-ING!
I MISSED SCHOOL.
NAFA START NOW!!!!

Thanks.

This song is to that person.
Why?
Cos I'm someone not very good at speaking words.

Thanks.

When you walked past,
I'm thanking you for the asthma attack.
Even though now you seem far.
That thought just makes me breathless.

And everytime you call.
I'm thanking you for that severe headache,
thinking how well I could be able to hold up that phone call.

Thanks. For all those memories.
I didn't want to end it that soon.
I wasn't sure too.
Guess so were you.
Thanks.

Now work has taken a toil on me.
Even though its over.
The anorexic state of me still
wanna say
Thanks.

Thanks. For all those memories.
I didn't want to end it that soon.
I wasn't sure too.
Guess so were you.
Thanks. (x2)

Thank you.

Should have stuck to the norm of life

Somethings I just can't do well.
Well, most things.
Should have..
Anyway I don't really care. (However as I'm writing this, I DO care.
Fucking shit why am I so contradictory.
Should stop being that Julius Caesar who got stabbed 43 times in the end.
Should stop being that bim.
Really tired now.
So I'm kinda blogging at random.
Oh, ya.
Migraine now.

Post note: Don't really feel like eating anything. The sight of food just turns me off. I am NOT pregnant! Wonder how I could survive till now without food. Seems like the thought of the taste of whatever food feels gross out. God. Even chocolates don't seem too work. HOW!!!

Movies to watch

Movies I wanna watch:

• Ratatouille
• Bourne Ultimatum
  
• 1408
• No Reservations
• Evan Almighty

Yup! Date me for these movies!

:)

Maybe it's the singing, maybe it's spending time with my babes.
Maybe it's seeing something.
Maybe it's reading something.
Maybe it's the feeling.

Oh well, it's the maybe. :)

Best Quote of 2006

"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy,the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon. --Comedian Chris Rock

Hope this perks me up.

Don't know to laugh or cry.

This is a total piece of bullshit, horseshit, pigshit, cowshit, holyshit, catshit.

@ St James

Oh well. Forgot the cam. Used my handphone for some pre-club pics. Maybe, you can say I'm a frequent @ St. James.
It's been a while since I went there. Partly due to last year's incident. Oh well, history happened. But this time was the timing issue. At least I'm home. Slept at Zulia's. Reached home about 3pm. I did inform my family. Just that it was an sms like @ 4am.
Guess I should start looking for clubbing kakis. At the same time my MJ ones too.
Should really start drinking slowly. The best fucking shit was I treated highly intoxicated drinks like daily Coke or Sprite.
Great workout though. Was like a really long time since I seriously ran or swam. No wonder I'm getting a fake 3 months pregnancy tummy and paler overall skin tone. Damn.
Natas should fucking end like during the yester years. At least I have some time for a workout. Or rather be more motivated and have more self discipline.

Should I looking for another job or should I stay? Wont deny I'm kinda irritated with the job scope. Maybe I'm just one of the many Singaporeans hoping that money doesn't fucking exists at all.

PAINTS

Something I'm totally obsessed with at the moment.
Taking Fine Art @ NAFA should be fun.

I SHOULD blog.

Seems kinda long since the last REAL entry. (That joke doesn't count)
Ok time for the REAL entry.
NOTHING happened to me and that person.
Well, at least for now.
We are just really great friends.
Guess he's not my type.
We are just friends.
Unless I meet a guy who has the same interest as I do, I'm still single.
If you're wondering what are my interests; here they are(which tends to fluctuate) :

• Cooking
• Sleeping
• Watching unrealistic shows and hope that they do happen to me.
  
• Eating
• Getting dirty with paint.
  
• Daydreaming
• Going to quirky gigs.
• Shopping at flea markets looking for cheap treasures
• Eating at a queer teahouse which serve really interest snacks like caviar omelettes or lavender cookies.
• Attending SSO concerts
  
• Treating the Esplanade like a second home.
• Taking pictures at random.

Seems like a lot to ask. ^^. But I DO like these stuff. :)

The Rejection Letter of the Year.

The Ultimate Rejection Letter

---

Herbert A. Millington
Chair - Search Committee
412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University
College Hill, MA  34109

Dear Professor Millington,

Thank you for your letter of March 16.  After careful consideration, I
regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me
an assistant professor position in your department.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually
large number of rejection letters.  With such a varied and promising field
of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in
rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at
this time.  Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor
in your department this August.  I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,
Chris L. Jensen

What I need.

I really need to move out of this circle. I need a change of environment. This seems like an extension of people from poly. But lesser English speaking people. Totally feel my English standard going down. Maybe I should take up English classes too besides the piano lessons that I'm intending to take up. ".

Nodame-chan~

Have been watching this J-drama. Well, I know its kinda long since I seriously watched J-drama. Thanks to my colleague, I'm hooked. Haha. This show - Nodame Cantabile. Its really nice. The story line's great. Waiting for next year's special episodes. :))Makes me really happy now. (

Yesterday.

Met up with my Swiss baby. Met up with the fireworks. Met up with the martini. Met up with the words "very happy".

Yeah!

No more 三缺一!

Steven Lim vs Xiaxue.

Ok, I know this is none of my concern. However... A pestering part in me wants to blog about this. Three days ago, Xiaxue blogged about 7 most disgusting bloggers (her inclusive). Point is our dear friend(not mine) Steven Lim retaliates.
Seriously. Steven Lim is FUCKING disgusting. He is a total disgrace to my mother's maiden name. Not forgetting my Boss' name too.
Even Roland is better. Well, that's a duh!
Not that I'm siding Xiaxue. It's just an article of REALLY good entertainment value. No one is FUCKING perfect. I don't understand why this Mr Lim thinks he's the hottest? Maybe to those Cheena crows?
Even Alvin would win the fight if competing for looks. At least Alvin has the brain. This guy..... oh well.. I could say his IQ.. probably 40. Lower than my favorite teacher(GTO). Has to be.
Suggestion to Steven Lim: Stop wearing rose-tints!

Dick headed-guys

Went to PS with Brenda for the Harry Potter 5 installment. Had dinner at Secret Recipe. Walked passed OP. Gross for guys to think that they stand a chance with a wolf-whistle. -.-

BTW, if you have read the Harry Potter books; the movie is kind of a let down.

A song like chocolate.

Chocolate contains endomorphins (the love chemical). 方大同 has a song that causes the effect too.

=(

Suay day. Friday 13. Black Friday. Super unlucky. =(

心动的那位男生

好久没碰到让我有心跳的男生。虽然不是知道一点真实感也没有，不过是很多年以来的第一次。还满开心。

I'm sick (again).

I did see the doctor.
Ok.
That didn't count.
(Taking half day rest, isn't really helping much though.)

I'm a big girl..

So I don't cry. So true about Fergie's new song. Guess as soon as I hit the 2 mark of my life, I've grown. True that I do long for someone to pamper, love and care for me. However, it seems that that is just the long-term promise to myself. For now, I'm truly loving every moment of my singleton life.
Well, even on that Wednesday. Looking at that person used to spark some feelings. But now, its a total new story altogether.
Guess I'm crying lesser. Feel so proud of myself.

I hate it when shit happens.

Well I wrote a little something on the train.

Left alone again.
Seems like everyone's all busy.
The world appears to be this big vast piece of white land.
Like those of an empty photo studio.
Maybe so empty you start questioning your presence.
Well, is there even a presence for one to question?

Cantonese

I'm Cantonese. I need to learn the dialect. Enough of Hokkien. If not I won't be able to understand my Canton dramas. Plus its kinda of a shame I don't speak my dialect. I can understand here and there though.

I bought IT~

I finally got Khalil Fong's CD! ^^

Pics ALORE!!

Was cam whoring on my way home from work. Hehe.
On the Train (Looking blur)
Walking in the sun. I was bored.I just realized I'm not as tan as before. In fact, I think my complexion has gotten pretty fair like Raine Yang's. Not too tan and not too fair


Look closely at the lashes. Hehe. Been using a lash curler that is kinda like a mini curling tongs. :) Works really well!
I really like my new skin. :D
Ok. I'm super 自恋. But its not a sin, right?


Khalil Fong borrowed my sunnies for his album shoot. Hehe. X)
Bought new BLACK shoes. Will draw soon. :)
The road(pavement) home.
Ok. This is the actual road.
Traffic. Was trying to get the green lights on the green man, but failed):.
Guess what is this? Hehe.
Pingles!

My Home's doorstep.
The all time favourite VooDoo Doll!!!!!! :D