miss kusuma.

I am too old.

2012-01-29T20:13:00.000+08:00

No, this is not a picture of a badger in pain. This is me with a grin on my face. This is to all who were cynical when I said I do not have a nice grin. At all.

If this photo wasn't all horridly grainy I would have liked it. It makes me look tall.

Happy carrots! Squeal!!!~

You can see how messy and un-homely my room is. I really hope that would change soon! ):

Hello there! I haven't had any pictures of me up here for a while, so I thought I'd snap a few shots of my Friday school outfit. Not because I am narcissistic, but because I have noticed I enjoy reading blogs/ tumblrs more when they have pictures of the author. Not sure why though, perhaps it makes the experience more personal and intimate. I like personal and intimate. *creepy pedo + stalker grin* I'm sorry I hadn't tried to fix up the photos properly. They looked much better on my camera and when they came out all grainy I was sorely disappointed.

I've been trying to make an effort to dress nicely for school these days because I'm holding onto the belief that no matter what one's face/ body looks like, a person can look nice if she dresses the part. I draw the line at makeup though. Even though it's allowed and many girls actually wear makeup to school I seriously cannot allow myself to draw anything on my face before ten. I cannot even walk in a straight line in the morning; my motor skills (is that what it's called?) are seriously challenged by drowsiness in the morning. Actually I barely have any motor skills and even if I do they're challenged by drowsiness every hour of the day, regardless of how many hours I slept. Did I mention I have this extraordinary ability to never be fully awake no matter how many hours I spend sleeping? Now that I think about it, I could never apply makeup well by myself. Maybe I should start by trying to improve my drawing skills by upgrading my stick figures first.

That aside, I have been doing quite a bit of serious thinking. I may have mentioned it before, but I am pretty scared that I'm turning seventeen this year, and that I shall move onto university in less than a couple of years. I barely feel sixteen (plus I barely look sixteen) and I don't think I am mature enough to handle the workload in university. Nor am I ready to choose a course. Soon, I'll give in to societal norms and BAM I'll have a husband BAM I'll be pregnant and BAM I'll have a milk-sucking vampire-like monster trying to find a handhold on my flat chest and BAM I'll have lots of wrinkles running across my face, marring its astonishing beauty and I'll be living alone talking to my husband's ashes because my kid hates me so much he/ she refuses to have anything to do with me and whenever I look into a mirror I see a sickly ghost with barely any hair on my head, which tops an emaciated looking body.

Damn. I am getting old.

As a result, I am going to make resolutions which I will call my Life Resolutions (I am not sure if the name makes sense), which I will fulfill before I am old. I would say twenty is old, but I'll think I'll try to do it before I enter university. A few weeks ago I wanted to make my New Years Resolutions, but its urgency pales in comparison to the Life Resolutions. Instead of being more mature like one of my NYR should be, I will live life more rashly to savour my delightful youth. I think my first resolution would be to apply hair removal cream all over my body, covering every inch. I would probably need a few tubes for that but I think that would totally be the best hair removal experience ever. I want to feel unburdened by any hair at all, especially the few pesky strands that pop out in extremely awkward places. I would still have hair on my head though, if the hair removal cream doesn't work on heads, so maybe I'll shave it off! Then I'll be really an authentic baldie. How exciting.

Now the scale of weirdness is getting dangerously high here. I hope talking to me hasn't freaked you out today, especially if you are one of my friends in Singapore, because I miss you all terribly! I have been very slack in trying to communicate with you guys because it's just so darn hard. Getting out of my bed takes immense concentration and effort, and getting to the phone, computer and other communication device is infinitely harder. I kid. Maybe. But social media has been kind of irritating me and the phone's well... I don't know. I suppose I'm kind of scared of calling any friends (even though with my dad's internet phone it's cheap) because I'll probably get them at an inconvenient time or when they are having fun with other friends and I'll disturb them ): And webcamming's kind of a hassle sometimes. But I still miss you loads, really, so please, I beg you, drop me I message via Facebook, twitter or better yet, a letter! Maybe email me but I don't check my inbox often because all I have in there are too many emails asking me to enlarge my penis with some magic pill or telling me that I have won the lottery. Anyway, it would mean the world to me if you showed me you care. :)

Alright. I really need to actually do my homework and tend to my room, which resembles unfortunate places who have recently been hit by natural disasters. Along with the corpses, but instead of human corpses, insect corpses are widespread. Kidding! I have no pests in my room yayyy I actually have a room that does not have an ecosystem.

Bye. Love you loads. Unless you are a pedo. Or you look like one. I may be kidding.

Sydney Visuals

2012-01-27T17:08:00.000+08:00

Joanne.

Sunset at the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

Love the rainbow on the bridge.

Sydney opera house.

The malls here have amazing designs, they're so intricate and elaborate and ancient yet well maintained.

Joanne, my baby cousin, is the most adorable, yet simultaneously, the most irritating little creature ever. I mean, the whole experience just seems to discourage me from ever having a kid. Why would you want to have some thing explode our of your vagina, to be born only to scream relentlessly if a single demand of hers is not met, and until she sucks milk out of your sore titties? Babies are not reasonable, they don't care how tired you are, and are probably the most self-centred human beings.

Anyway, I have tons of photos in many different cameras, uploaded and not, in Sydney and Brisbane, so I thought I'd upload it bit by bit. School here's been okay, though I worry that it will be super stressful near the exam date cause we're going really slow right now. I love being in a school where we are allowed to wear whatever we want, its kind of fun choosing what to wear and all, though I think during busier times of the year I'll just turn up half asleep in an outfit that resembles pyjamas. We'll see.

Well, all the Singaporean students should be starting school soon, and before that, receiving your results for your JAE, so I wish you good luck, and may your dreams come true. <3

we are young, we are free.

2012-01-22T16:52:00.000+08:00

Gold coast.

"Back to school."

2012-01-20T21:17:00.000+08:00

I'm starting school on Monday and it was really rushed because until only a few hours ago that I was totally lost between the choices of Year 11, Year 12 and IB. Then I realize that I couldn't go to Year 12, which sucks because the year 12s here are my age, and I'd hate to be behind (Yes I am too proud, if you want to put it that way) but also because I firmly believed that if anything, the Singaporean curriculum is ahead of Australia's. There were also a lot of other problems along the way but it's all good now. I'll be mingling with peers a year my junior (mostly, though IB does include quite a few international students who may be older/ my age) but I'll probably still look younger than them. I suppose IB is good because it will push me to work extra hard and so I'll mix with people who would motivate me to work much harder. Plus another plus point for this school is that we have no uniforms, so I can wear shorts and shirts to school which makes it easier to put on but less easy because I have to choose what to wear. My parents claim my clothes are too abundant and refuse to grant me much money to improve my wardrobe, which saddens me. Though honestly I wouldn't expect less. My mother is amazing, she paid for Year 12 by herself by working, and my parents worked throughout university and managed to obtain pretty good marks. One would wonder where the brains went (They certainly didn't go to my brother. I kid! Not. No offense.) because I'm just like bleh!

It's certainly getting wordy here, but I can't afford pictures on this painfully slow connection. Loading multiple tabs puts it into excruciating pain, I can almost hear a cry of pain. Uploading pictures will almost certainly kill it. I am gonna get a better modem soon, plus I have data plan, so it's not that bad :) Though I have no TV. But I did open my box of clothes today and it felt like a reunion with old friends. I'm still waiting for my other box of clothes which were shipped here though, then my wardrobe will be half completed. Half completed because my wardrobe will never be completed until I get a red blazer, a skater dress, a short pleated chiffon skirt and... well, it'll never be completed. I truly am spoilt. Now bye.

Punnetts of Berries.

2012-01-17T15:37:00.000+08:00

New nail polish that seems black but is actually a deep dark blue.

para- para- paradise.

2012-01-16T21:56:00.000+08:00

Miss me? You do... right? ): Kidding, you shouldn't!

I'm sorry for the lack of anything beneficial available here, especially if you want to know how my time in Australia has been. I don't feel like talking about it, so I probably will tell you in pictures when I get my laptop back, which might not be coming until Febuary D: I am so sad that I think I will leave now to push the ship to Brisbane! Once I get this done. So... if you haven't figured out, the picture of the baby frothing at her mouth is my cousin Joanne, and it's supposed to counter the crappiness you see here. Though honestly I could have picked a better picture, this one's not exactly flattering. She is the splitting image of me when I was a baby, honestly if i didn't know better I would have thought some scientist lured me into a biology research laboratory, cloned me, then mind-wiped me and gave my clone to my aunt and uncle. Or maybe that's what happened; we will never know now.

I kind of think I am the cause of my own problems now. Before this I was pretty down but typing like I was happy and chirpy did make me happy! Thus I conclude the best way to solve issues is to forget about them, despite how my mom mocks me from always trying to run away from problems. Honestly, I do think it helps though, just take it one step at a time and we'll make do with what we have. Alright from now on I'm Miss Positive! I'm super duper and I'll be your inspiration and I will become a life coach! What wonders does life have in store for me?

K now I am like super terrific marvelous excellent very good tremendously zealous and all ready to push that ship to my house! So let me inspire you to do great things! I'll go push it now... like after I sleep now.

Oh God I am sooo crappy. But it's better being retarded than mopey and all FML-ish. It's midnight now, AKA sleeping time, so... till next time!

2012-01-15T21:30:00.000+08:00

Dreams. While they may be goals for others, an extension of their realities, mine are fantasies, pure fiction. They are wonderful things that run parallel to my life, a refuge. They are untainted, pure, sacred, but sometimes I feel as if their sanctity is threatened. As if I don't know if they are good anymore, as if I don't know what I want. Who I want to be.

I am scared. Terrified, petrified, fearful. I am a wimp, I am afraid of the future, afraid of the ~~dark~~ what lurks in the dark;

because what lurks in the shadows are ghost, of mistakes, mine, everyone's.

i am muddled,

I have been too quiet. I don't talk nowadays, I am not a conversationalist. Not someone who lies for small things, not one to lie and say nice things so people will like me. I am blunt, blunt like the discarded saw. But people only like hearing things they want to hear, ~~they don't want to hear things like:"Do you think sometimes about~~ they like nice things, so all the not nice things have to stay in my head. Accumulate. The sediments on a river, deposited over time, they lead to a flood that bursts, overflows. And when that happens, the river is no longer a friend. It is a megalomaniac, part of the water that is not content with occupying two-thirds of the water. It challenges technology, its anger has no limits. It is selfish and unfeeling, it does not recognize guilt, hence murder is easy. It just wants more, more, more, it thinks only of itself.

Have you ever wished to be someone else? They tell me I'm lucky. sometimes I agree. I think I wouldn't mind going through hardship, obstacles, because I am sure that they would mold me into something better, something special. But then again I suppose that makes me ungrateful. It is an excuse, and the worst one I may have thought of. It is my fault for being who I am today.

I want to know what real love feels like, even while I question its existence. I want to know what its like, to call a male The One, to know, out of the billions in the world that he is your soulmate. I want to lay with him on a bed of grass under the dark velvety sky, and have the stars scattered across it like diamonds witness our night. I want him to challenge me, intellectually, yet teach me. I want to be able to tell him everything, and cry in his arms when something is wrong, and cry with him when he needs me.

2012-01-15T14:57:00.000+08:00

Hello.

Life's here pretty bland and unpleasant. Whenever I look through photos of people having fun back in Singapore without me, I can't deny that this unpleasant feeling of envy. Yesterday I popped into a clothing store and browsed around and this friendly gay salesperson (I had good reason to say he was so), asked me how I was. I said I was fine. Now, note that when I shop I don't like salespeople swarming over me, telling me what is fashionable and what they want to get rid of ("It's on sale!"). When I shop I'd like to do it with someone I know, or otherwise by myself. Plus I'm pretty self-conscious about my voice and how it sounds here, which is a pretty big blow to me because I have always considered my voice to be the best thing about me, so I suppose I have totally nothing going for me here on this continent. Anyway, after a moment of silence, during which awkwardness is allowed to hang in the air, he speaks, and asks me if I am on a date that night. I wanted to laugh, while he kept asking me if I was sure. I think that was his way of being friendly but honestly I suppose it was kind of a shock to me. I'm definitely not the kind of person who would tell her life story to random salespeople who probably just act like they care. I shook my head, and after he went away I exited the store.

I think this anecdote shows a fine job of how sad my life is here, but I shall not go into that. The second thing is that I have no idea how I can enjoy shopping here. While it seemed perfectly alright to not talk to salespeople in Singapore, it now seems awkward.

Now onto something not whiny.

I watched two movies on TV I really liked this week.

The first is Empire of the Wolves, which is basically about a woman who's memory is fading fast, and discovers that she is not who she thinks she is, and neither is her husband of eight years. Also, a detective works on a case involving the murders of women, who were severely mutilated after being killed. The storylines run in parallel at first. For the first half hour I thought it was a psychological thriller, but it turned out to be more of action. I really enjoyed it, and was dismayed to see that many gave it pretty low ratings, though some did really love it. I suppose it's the kind of thing you either love or hate. I love this, also because it's in french, I love how the language sounds. I think Arly Jover's performance was outstanding. The scene in which she flees her "husband", scared and frantic in her underwear and a stolen coat flapping in the wind was epic.

The second is the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I'd tell you what it's about, but then you probably already know. I think it's my favourite Walt Disney classic cartoon movie so far. If you haven't already watched it, you should.

:) Bye!

G'day, mate.

2012-01-13T15:30:00.001+08:00

I still think about this skirt sometimes. I still love it )': Unfortunately I was broke at that point so was unable to own this lovely garment. I did feel a bit better though when I spotted two other girls purchasing the exact same skirt, it won't be so lovely anymore if it was not special.

My last buy in Singapore- Burgundy stockings. My affection for stockings is constantly challenged by my clumsiness- they keep getting torn ): However, stockings are really good! They actually keep your legs pretty warm, it feels warmer than heavy, uncomfortable jeans, plus they allow you to move around freely as they are pretty flexible. Now, if only I was more careful with them...

Cooking eggs have been an obsession nowadays, I'm trying to make a perfect fried egg. Fun!

I love Colgate's striped toothpaste, it has green, blue and white vertical stripes which charm me, plus my uncle's bathroom is delightfully white and minimalist. I guess that can count as an excuse to take a picture of me in a bathroom...

Internet access here is limited to 3GB between me and my brother and possibly my father, so the pictures will significantly reduce for the next week or so, until we move to our rental house for a year.

The release of O Level results brought about inevitable decisions that must be made pronto. This morning i woke up, suddenly afraid of the future. I feel like a twelve year old, and I have the maturity of a kid, but yet I may be skipping straight to Year 12, which means that I would take my HSC (Australia's equivalent of A Levels) this year, and go to university next year, and I don't think I am prepared for that. I don't feel sixteen, I look and feel like a scrawny, incompetent child and I don't know if I have the mental capacity for university. I don't want to grow up.

All the best to everyone hoping that they can get into the school they want. Hope you all can handle the future obstacles with flair.

Load off My Chest. WARNING: INCOMING- UNORGANIZED CRAP

2012-01-09T21:54:00.000+08:00

It's 11.37 p.m. and I need to talk to everyone, but I can't. They're busy getting on with their lives, crying, laughing, planning. I'm a huge ball of energy, pent up frustration, I release it here, now, on this space, for you to read. I wish I was there but I wasn't. I want to soak in the atmosphere, almost dying from the long wait, I want to feel, but all that's here in me is bottled up feelings I can't quite let out. Or maybe it's worse. Maybe it's

nothing.

It has been hours since I received the call from Rachel. Four years of waiting, attempts to work hard feeling lousy, to attain a number which in itself determines my self worth, or so society says. My value, printed neatly on a piece of paper, the contents of which were translated into a series of sounds, transported over land and seas, from Singapore to Brisbane. I got twelve, raw score, for L1R5. I suppose I can say it sucks or love it to bits, but I barely have feelings for this two digit number. I suppose the earlier me would have felt more, reacted more, having just finished the O levels, but it's just okay I guess. I would rather feel because I operate by feeling drastic feelings. But this, this is weird. Okay I shall try to feel now,

YES OKAY I SHALL TYPE IN CAPS CAUSE CAPS IS EMOTION-FULL. I AM HAPPY. I LIKE MY RESULTS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. I'm sorry if I just sprinkled salt over your festering wound, and violently pushed into it, blending the salt into your fresh wound that shows no sign of healing. I wouldn't say I'm proud of it. It's okay, I expected it. Whatever you got, just let me say this:

It's not the beginning, nor the end. This is merely a stepping stone in the grand scheme of life, what matters is what you do after this, for you cannot change what you have done.

Okay I'm done trying to be all beating about the bush. Actually i don't quite get what to say. I just want to talk to my friends but they're all somewhere but cyberspace. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA BYE.

I see faces in headlights, in the crevices of trees, in the sky painted with clouds.

2012-01-06T16:24:00.002+08:00

Hellooo. Here are just a few of the photos I took here at Sydney, perhaps I probably shall do a picture post when I get my laptop back. I really hope it survives the shipping real well! I kind of wish I didn't upload the photo of my brother because he's being a pain in the ass now. SERIOUSLY. WILL HE EVER SHUT UP. Whiny bitch. :)

I'm doing pretty fine here, but I wouldn't be if you could actually die of boredom. I'd be pale and yellow and emaciated if I could. Just kidding. The past three days have actually been "vacation" standard, in the mountains and by the beach. I have been pretty disturbed nowadays, though. My uncle's wife is having a baby, and she's pretty nice and all, but she talks about breastfeeding frequently and that traumatizes me to no end. I mean, really she's nice but I think these details should be at least R21, or even better, rated for moms only. I don't quite want to know the exact details of how the milk I consumed as a baby came about and about her lump due to the excess milk she carries in her boobs. No offence, really, she's really one of the nicest people I've ever met.

So O level results are coming out on the 9th of january. It's either I've run out of scared-ness, or I really don't feel like it's happening. I don't feel like I'm sixteen, like it's 2012 yet, so yeah, perhaps it's the denial that I've been enveloping myself in these days. Nothing feels right when I've been with my family for too long, they drive me insane, and I don't mean it in either a good or bad way. I just feel not myself. (But am I ever myself? Who am I? What is my purpose? Why do I exist? What are my life plans? I shall think. NAH KIDDING HAHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW THAT MY LIFE IS A JOKE.)

~~I feel so ugly.~~ I love LIFFFFFEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS: Hello there, friend.

Sydney- Observations

2012-01-03T19:24:00.002+08:00

Hello. There's nothing much to do around here with my dad busying himself with arrangements and my brother busying himself with the computer, thus I shall type. Although I'm an Australian PR I barely know anything about this place, and staying here has been...interesting, so here are some observations and new things I learnt from my stay here.

I am absolutely in love with salt and vinegar chips.
Honestly, they are the best sort of sour chips I've ever eaten. I used to like sour cream & onion, but boy, those chips cannot hold a candle to salt and vinegar. I was skeptical when I saw the packet, like: vingear??? But seriously, if you love sour stuff then you'll love salt and vinegar chips. Take a moment to bask in its glory.
People in Sydney like to wear very little.
And I don't mean little as in few layers. Their shorts show part of their asses and they absolutely love bikinis. I can spot bikini straps on half at the female population at the mall, on the street, probably everywhere except near workplaces. Every(female)one here wears them, young AND old. I mean, not to be ageist or anything but really, old lady, a display of your saggy twins probably have ruined many childhoods. Furthermore wearing a bikini underneath seems to be an excuse for wearing extra slutty clothes. People seem to think that just because they are wearing a bikini they can wear anything they like on top but I don't see the difference between a bikini and underwear, except that it's waterproof, so I don't see why they think they are excuses to dress extra slutty. Maybe on the beach but... not on the streets or even worse, shopping.
The Australian accent sounds rather like the cowboys' in those cartoons.
Maybe that's just me, but for now, I'm believing in that.
Australian food is expensive.
My dad paid $6 for a 1.5l bottle of mineral water. That example is the only one this argument should ever need. But for further substantiation: Hawker food here costs a minimum of AUS$7. I suppose I have to learn how to cook here or I'll die of hunger here. Plus, I get extra hungry when it's cold.
This summer here is the coldest Sydney has ever had for 50 years.
True story; my mom/ dad read it our from a newspaper. If you need convincing, tell that to the newspaper article here.
Not being able to purchase anything during the end of year sales is a horrid form of torture.
Seriously, that is true-er than the previous bullet point. My parents forbid me from purchasing any sort of thing that takes up a decent amount of space (even a chiffon shirt) because our luggage is on the verge of explosion, just like Mrs W was every single time she stepped into our classroom. The year end sales here are wonderful, or horrific, from my point of view. Tops I wanted to get in Singapore at $20 were AUS$5 aaand I saw this wonderful dress for like $13 here. I'm sooo yielding to temptation, I really want to smuggle some clothes shhh.
We be getting a house in Brisbane!
It's not official yet but we got the papers approved and it's pretty decent. We're renting it for one year. It's not spacious but it's decent, considering that the area's pretty expensive due to the selection of good schools around it. It's not confirmed yet though, but when it is I will tell you my address if you're interested in keeping it touch. Plus we're getting an Internet Phone which has a local number so calling it would not require extra charges, unlike ordinary overseas phones.

Okay that's pretty much it, glad i could reach lucky number 7. Hope y'all had a good new year and all the best for the upcoming year of 2012 and do keep me in your hearts <3

Sydney

2012-01-02T19:08:00.000+08:00

HEY THERE.

I'm in Sydney now and so far everything is fine :) I'm here on holiday until 8th of January and I don't havve much private time on the computer so...I shall not blog very much nowadays, though I assure you I will blog pretty plenty-ly after I reach Brisbane.

don't just sayyyyyy goodbye.

2011-12-29T13:56:00.001+08:00

Before you begin, do listen to this song while reading, I think somehow it's appropriate, partly because I'm leaving sunny Singapore for a less sunny island. I love this song <3

I have less than twentyfour hours left in Singapore. At this point I'm not sure what I feel anymore. I don't really feel as if I'm going tomorrow. I don't feel like writing letters because it'll just make me go all emotional and sad, just like reading all the heartfelt letters friends wrote to me. I suppose I'm not going to delve into talking about who and what I'd leave behind on this sunny little island as well.

All I'd like to say is that living here and Singapore has given me many gifts that I don't think I can find elsewhere. I have friends here. They aren't many but they're awesome.

2011-12-27T18:12:00.001+08:00

Hello :) Due to the laggy nature of this laptop I only have 2 pictures today ):

Oh and if you want to have a picnic, Botanical Gardens is a great place to have one! Just bring food and it'll be fun :)

As they all say, Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year

2011-12-25T23:59:00.000+08:00

It's that time of the year again, but Christmas does not feel quite Christmas-y for me without the tree, or even a table to eat our dinner on. It also marks the last week of my holidays here and if I were to talk about my last one and a half months here, I would say honestly I am quite disappointed.

Enough about that. Anyways I had pictures for this place for Christmas but due to some situation I will post only tomorrow so meanwhile enjoy this Christmas related picture I got from Google Images and your last four minutes of Christmas :)

My Room Was Compressed into Two and a Half Boxes.

2011-12-23T17:16:00.000+08:00

Packing bores me and I was home bound when our family was packing, which explains the pointless self-timed pictures.

Happy holidays

Hello! Let me tell you about my week!

2011-12-16T01:02:00.002+08:00

I like grinding sesame seeds in ramen shops.

My camera doesn't make me look nice, and can't capture the pretty Christmas lights, but it's okay, it makes bananas look nice! (Seriously bananas look the most flattering on the camera.) Oh by the way those bananas are gigantic. They are four times the length of my index finger. A bit late but I was supposed to type right here:
HOLY SHIT THOSE ARE BANANAS?

The only buy I snatched from the 3 fleas on Sunday. I am still sorely disappointed, and am still wistfully thinking about the $7 poofy skirt I left behind. I must have been nuts to leave it there.

I was supposed to count them like my friends, but gave up and just chucked them back into the box. All I did was make a mess.

I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT

Reading my Primary 5 composition confirmed the suspicion that my English has not improved since then. And I was reminded that I have always been a dork in pictures 8)

I am becoming obsessed over stockings. They are like long pants, just cooler (not in terms of temperature but in terms of like uh, look-nice-ness? Yeaaaa don't harp on my poor vocabulary ): ) and more comfortable! However, all but one of my stockings are without holes. I try to persuade myself that they look better "customized".

Got stuck in Orchard today! ): Stupid North South Line had a disruption and the whole thing was executed horrendously. The announcers were unclear about the whole situation and I was exasperated. I ended up reaching home more than 2 and a half hours later.

My camera does not work well in poor lighting at all. The night mode gave me this... Another passenger in the bus took a better picture with her iPhone 3 and I was like .___.

I hate my face. That's the most common thought I think these few days. It's a depressing one... I really cannot stand it. I'm trying to like who I am but it's real hard for me to accept my face ): I learn about peers getting scouted for modelling and all sorts of cool things and I'm like: " Okay ): " And those glasses of mine.... they are reaching a thousand degrees and my eyes look so much squintier with them but contacts just irritate me.

jajajajajajajajajajaja.

Hey-ey I'm laughing in Spanish!

Shoes I Really Really Really Want!

2011-12-13T22:47:00.002+08:00

Shoes I Really Really Really Want! by karenmelon featuring silver flat shoes

Anyone who has any of these shoes will be my subject of envy. Seriously, I don't know what I was thinking with all those normal ballet flats and pumps. I don't really want those normal creepers, but I have the perfect ones in mind, like the A. Wang's:

Seriously, I'd really really get that if I believed in online shopping. GARRRRRRRRRGH.

Ramble #1: Showers

2011-12-11T23:39:00.001+08:00

Dear reader,

Hello and welcome. I am about to indulge in one of my aimless rambles, in which I start with nothing in mind but (ideally) end up with something. If not, no worries, this won't be published. So, I just got driven out of the bathroom which just means I'll end up showering at 12 a.m. (brrr). Since chopping my hair off I have no need to wait long hours for my hair to dry, half an hour would do (to those who still have their long, unsheared, troublesome locks of hair that trap dust, dirt, bugs and other unwanted pests, BOOYA! Sorry couldn't help it.), as such I have not bothered with showering before eight. In fact, showering in the morning and afternoon has ceased to be an option unless it is absolutely necessary (i.e. I feel grossed out by some weird perv who touched my arm. No offence to weird pervs. No wait I don't mean that. )

If you have already guessed, I will affirm this fact: I only shower once a day. In fact I don't think I have showered twice a day more than five times. No, I am not gross. You, my friend, if you bathe more than once a day, are a waste of good water and have more damaged skin than the wiser people like me. In fact, showering everyday according to an average person in the world, is considered more than enough. I think. Because I will not state things like that without stats, and this is not important enough for research. Besides, showering more than once a day can seriously damage your skin. Imagine yourself as a tiny skin cell, being rubbed against, repeatedly, alkaline soap, then being stripped bare of the natural lubricants that protected you, and then mauled by this gross, hairy thing they call a towel, which are tools of torture for your poor skin cells ): Showering too many times can lead to dry, irritable skin. Find out more here.

Therefore, don't judge me, join me. Shower once a day, be clean and have smoother skin like mine. Hell, I attract butterflies who enjoy taking turns sliding down my calves, and cockroaches bring their skates to go ice-skating on my thighs! But I suppose it varies. If you're really athletic then yes, you should shower after you play sports or something. You may all wonder how I cope with perspiration. Oh reader, you don't really know me at all, do you? I don't sweat. My skin just secretes pure water every now and then. Kind of like a fountain, except cleaner. I'm like a... water filter. Everything about me is clean and lovely, which is why little puppies and kitties like licking me so much.

Love,
Karen.

Neoprints, Pretty Punjabi Suits and Shophouses.

2011-12-09T21:58:00.003+08:00

Yes I look dumb.

I finally got around exploring Singapore's traditional places and our heritage at Little India and Chinatown with Lynette but honestly it isn't veryyyy interesting. Maybe we need a tour guide to bring us to all the cool places. Those Punjabi suits at Little India are still gorgeous though; if anyone is throwing a Punjabi suit party, be warned, for you can expect me to be there, no matter if you invite me or know me. I'd grab any excuse to wear a Punjabi suit.

This Monday I highlighted my hair red and it was the highlight of the week. Get it? HAHAHAH OH I AM SO FUNNY.

I think that's all for now. ~~Being remarkably popular, I'm too busy with my social life and am fully booked thus did post enthusiastically.~~ I brood much less now plus I spend most of my time asleep so haven't been updating this space as much as I usually do. Though it needs no justification for it's not very irregular plus barely anyone reads my crap so wait what am I talking about?

Eh?

No, I do not have an abnormally and painfully short attention span.

Oh oh! I am still very much in love with my new glittery tights!

Youth Entails Fun.

2011-12-03T21:56:00.001+08:00

I miss my old hair so much whenever I look at this picture ): ): ):

I think Jia Ying looks super cute here!

I got sick a few days ago, hence was (sadly) house-bound and cancelled long-awaited outings, and have yet to fully recover but that hasn't stopped me from having fun! I suppose. I'm still sniffling and coughing ): Buuuut I have been going round and doing stuff , and am learning how to have fun without spending (a lot of) money. I used to think that having fun without spending money was really hard and I'm hoping to change that. Because I'm broke.

(You may think I am a spoiled child by refusing to work. That is not true. I have an excuse, I think. I'm moving away soon and I think 1 and a half months are insufficient for me to bond with my friends for the last few times and work. Plus I'm a whiny bitch and will get fired faster than I can say: YES I AM NO LONGER BROKE. )

So here's the stories behind the photos.

Last Saturday I went for the final class outing and it was honestly, really disappointing that barely half the class attended. Nevertheless, it was pretty fun to just hang out together, irregardless of what cliques we were classified into, and the people were really sweet to me and Sheryl because we were migrating... But honestly, from a perspective of a classmate I don't think there would be much of a difference because I would have gone to a different JC/ Poly anyway :)

I got my hair cut a few days ago and I think that's the highlight of my week because it was a really big change for me. I have gotten so used to my long (albeit extremely damaged) locks and have wanted, for a very long time, for them to be longer. I suppose I wanted a change, maybe I'll pierce my ear and with my highlighted hair that I will get soon I would have a revamped image. HAHAHA WHO AM I KIDDING I am and will always be Kool Karen the dork 8D And now I shall move on before you remark about my lame word choice.

Is it just me or am I getting weird talking to myself over here?

Today I visited ION's art gallery with Valerie and it's real enlightening. There was this statue of Marilyn Monroe's head made purely out of matchsticks which is like one of the most epic artworks I've ever seen. I am supposed to remember the artist's name but my memory just died on me. There were a great number of artworks that we did not understand, most of which probably had subtext I was not getting. I did not like quite a few of them, especially the one called Marilyn Mickey. It was a painting that looked something like this.

I seriously think that is one of the most disturbing things one can plant on a woman's chest. I suppose the idea caught on because a statue was made of her and her bouncy mice friends, and those disturbing mice do not look any better when thrust into my face. Maybe I should revisit the art gallery with Art Students who can provide more insight.

We also walked into Prada for the very first time and stepped all over their insanely soft fur carpeted floor. I am not kidding when I say that was some soft fur; I felt like I was walking on clouds. I found out that Prada was not as overpriced as I imagined, and that if I saved up just a bit I could afford the beautiful studded leather combat boots that should last forever. I mean, it's Prada! It's worth saving up for. I'm not going to though, because I'm already broke. (Yes you will hear about my unsatisfactory financial state many times.) I really feel like some poor, shabbily dressed girl at ION's expensive floors. LV, miu miu, Prada, and all the other luxury stores had doormen who intimidate me. I think my outfit of Forever 21, H&M and Uniqlo may look like mass-produced crap to them...

Alright. Till next time!

All I Want For Christmas...

2011-12-01T22:48:00.003+08:00

All I Want For Christmas... by karenmelon featuring satchel bags

I recently rediscovered Polyvore and if any of you are considering buying me a Christmas/ farewell gift I thought that I should make it clear since some of you may have started shopping. What better way is there to make a list other than through a lovely collage? I'm kidding! :) I'm broke so I guess I'll have to stick to fantasizing, unless I find any lookalikes at fleas. I'm really into red and black and today I realized that I do not have enough red or black in my closet. Plus I really do want a structured skater dress, it's so Rachel Barry (Glee) and I think it complements shorties like me perfectly! Or at least make me look less like a dwarf. Plus they have a somewhat poofy skirt, which I have always adored since a little kid. Now let's take a break from talking about my Christmas wishlist for a short anecdote :)

When I was 7 I wanted a tutu because I wanted to be a ballerina. My family came from humbler beginnings...we weren't poor but my parents tried to save whenever they could. So my mom sewed me a tutu with elastic and crepe paper. I loved the pink fluffy skirt so much, even more than I would have loved a real tutu, and I wore it until it tore apart. I guess this isn't a particularly touching story, but it showed how much my mother tried to make life more pleasant for me. This memory always makes me smile, so I thought I'll share it with you. :)

Additionally I'd really like more animal rings. My oxfords are somewhat shabby which makes me sad because they're so comfy, and I spotted the perfect replacements at H&M a while ago. I really wanted them and my mother was willing to pay for them but they were too expensive and I did not want my mom to pay such a hefty price for a pair of shoes, I would have felt real guilty if she did buy them for me.

Here they are :)

They're SGD$59.90, and I thought that they were too pricey especially since my mom bought me quite a few items for me and almost none for herself ): They are perfect though, so if you have savings to spare and you need oxfords you should so get these perfect, shiny black leather patent oxfords. The wingtips are simply splendid. You'll have to try these babies on to fully experience their awesomeness.

In case you're looking for flats, here are a pair of gorgeous ones for $24.90

Pretty or what?

Speaking of H&M, their Versace collaboration produced so many beautiful items.

I love the palm trees, they used to have palm tree patterned clothes at Versace too!

Now I have to go do something else; If I do anymore online window shopping I'll rob a bank.

Oh and here's an interesting fact about me: I, for some reason I don't quite get, like heavy shoes. Maybe because it feels like the shoes are really solid and will not wear out. Hmmm... am I the only one?

Depature.

2011-11-30T00:27:00.002+08:00

If you know me well, you would know and remember, that I leave for Australia, Sydney, on the 30th of December to visit my uncle, and subsequently to Brisbane. I'm going to live there, quite possibly for the rest of my life. And I have always known that for years, but I suppose if you know something for really long, it becomes the norm. There's nothing really special about it anymore, for it all seemed in the distant future. It's now approximately a month to the big move, and it struck me, bad. I recently purchased a new diary for the next year, and I was flipping through it and I stopped at the first week of 2012. I wrote: Flight to Sydney, and added a sad face as an afterthought. Then, I flipped through the many empty pages after that, pages I would fill in Australia. The thought of new beginnings in a foreign land scared me badly, but worse was knowing that I had o leave everyone and everything I loved here. I will admit that I have not very many friends, but I love those that I was blessed with, and I am terrible at handling goodbyes. I am a really sentimental person and would very much like all of us to be friends, happy, together, forever. It is absolutely heart-wrenching to live with the knowledge that once this month is up, I may never see all you people again. I'm trying to forge new friendships, and strengthen existing ones, and make new memories to treasure, such that when I'm old and I look back at my life, I can remember you, and look back at those memories we created in Singapore fondly.

I suppose what hurts more is the fear that I will be forgotten. The fear that I may no longer exist in your hearts, that I would be a fading figure in the distance, cast aside, shoved further and further away to make way for new memories, new people, until I fade into oblivion, the memory that once was. I am afraid to return a year later, to a land that was once my home as a stranger, living in a hotel, and leaving without seeing any of the people I loved, people who no longer had time or affection for me. I'll continue updating this space so you'd know how I am doing and how much I miss you guys, but I'm afraid of the declining views and interest in my life and our relationships. You may think I exaggerate, but I am not very good at maintaining relationships, and experience has taught me that I am easily forgotten.

I lack the proper words to describe the degree of sorrow I am experiencing right now. I can go on and on, but I guess it doesn't really matter, what else I may have left to say. What is more important is that I'd like you to know that as long as we were friends, classmates, whatever, wherever we met, I'm interested in knowing you better. I want to make the most out of whatever I have right now, so that I would not have any regrets upon departing this sunny little island. Ask me out, contact me, and I will respond warmly. I just hope that you will cherish the few weeks we have left together. ♥

We had a Cambridge Dinner in Singapore's Good Woods.

2011-11-26T22:04:00.000+08:00

The only relatively acceptable photo of my face in my camera. Shitty lighting made everything else look completely disgusting.

I'm going to talk about my prom now. And let's hope it doesn't sound like some primary school essay LOL.

Our prom, or as our school calls it, Cambridge Dinner (am still not quite sure why it is called so, but I suppose it makes sense if you think of the O Levels as the Cambridge Exams, so naturally it would be nice to have closure and calling Graduation Night Cambridge Dinner). It was my first prom and made me go through many "firsts", like my first time wearing full makeup (blusher, foundation, etc.) and my first time in such high heels.

It was nothing like I thought it would be. Honestly, I wasn't too excited about it the day before, and I slept at 4 a.m. that morning. (Damn, Gong Cha sells some strong milk tea.) Sleep-deprived me is not much of a joy to be around, and usually fails to feel very much, saying the dumbest things. Nevertheless, I could feel worry, and worried I was, about my makeup, because I knew that everyone was going to look real pretty and I felt that my face could not be saved LOL. It was all rushed because Sheryl Shit suddenly realized that she had to go for some prefects' rehearsal and she shifted our appointments earlier and I was unprepared. I was doing my nails halfway, and they turned out ugly, but at that point of time, I no longer cared. I decided halfway to do my hair even though it meant depriving myself of shopping or food for the next month or so (both equally dire consequences) because I didn't want to have to do it myself. The first step they took was eyebrow shaping, and I freaked out at that. I thought about those aunties' excessively plucked eyebrows, which looked like deformed, severely anorexic worms curiously arching above their eyes.NO WAY was I having that, and I reacted rather violently to the pincers going anywhere near my bushy friends. (Yes okay so I was scared it'll hurt too) But it turned out that there was no plucking, and the makeup artist's voice soothed me so I just let her do what she wanted.

Turns out, eyebrow shaping is just rubbing a metal file vigorously across my face. It didn't hurt but it was unpleasant, but I was glad she did it. (Even though I don't think it made much of an impact on the makeup in general.) After dividing my uni-brow into two less hairy brows, the rest was pretty pleasant. I thought I looked really weird after that, but after putting on my dress I realized it complemented my dress :) And, the strange thing was, I felt pretty. It was really nice to feel pretty and girly, masquerading as a lovely girl. Even my damaged hair played along and pretended to be cascading curls that tumbled over my shoulders. I think our makeup+hair place was good, Sheryl looked good too. It's called Nailz Treats and it's at Far East Plaza, which made it real convenient for us :)

Everything was a blur though, so, there were too few photos ): I couldn't be bothered to get up and hobble around in those ridiculous shoes of mine, and I felt like an injured baby giraffe );

Halfway through prom, my right contact lens fell off! So I smeared my right eye's makeup and I look spastic. But I guess it was sort of a good thing cause we discovered this cool photobooth that takes studio-like photos and the pictures turned out great!

All in all, it was pretty nice :) Though I think I regret spending so much on hair and makeup, it was fun to pretend to look nice. Plus the food was.... Let's just say I'm never eating "sea blubber" again, and I'm still not sure what the red, otah-like substance was. We had fun sleeping over at Goodwood too, sleeping at 2 a.m. and eating noodles for supper. We slipped out of the hotel at 12 a.m. to get supper and breakfast, me with a baseball jacket over my prom dress, looking like disheveled hobos to ward off evil people, leaving a very worried Rachel behind urging us to hurry back.

It was fun but I regretted not making full use of this opportunity to bond with all the people I used to know... If I could I'll relive it again...

THE HOLIDAYS ARE HEREEEEE

2011-11-21T20:32:00.000+08:00

The sky's so grey nowadays. ): It's pouring so often lately and it makes me ): cause I don't like bringing umbrellas out and getting wet.

I'm sure most of you have seen the lovely elephants. I want to take a picture riding on them...I can just imagine the disapproving faces as I type this. Don't ask me what kind of expression the woman is wearing... I have no idea.

We went to watch The Adventures of Tin Tin. Great stuff, one of the best animated movies ever. I heart Snowy, and I'd marry Tin Tin.

Went shopping with my Mom and she bought me this gorgeous coat. Unfortunately it doesn't look good in this picture.

New boots :o)

Breadtalk's Christmas buns are so cute.

My brother has this craze over the Rubrik's cube. I guess it's kind of cool that he can solve it so quickly...the tutorials look so complicated.

So it's our Prom (or as the 'chers call it, Cambridge Dinner) tomorrow, and I'm pretty excited. It may be ruined if I don't look good though... we'll see if my makeup + hair turns out good. If it doesn't then well, I'll slaughter someone and stay in my room crying. Just kidding, maybe.

Let's hope everything will not be fine, but awesome :)

Things No Are No Longer Attractive Once Possessed.

2011-11-15T11:00:00.000+08:00

You gotta love Forever 21's new nail polishes. They glide onto my fingers easily and does this magical colour not remind you of unicorns, orchids, grape wine and all the pretty purple things in the world? It looks purple from far but somewhat pink up close.

Best Ramen in Singapore at Iluma's top level. (The Gyoza is not bad too.) The cooks are taking part in a year long competition and are here only temporarily, so be sure to taste their dishes before they leave!

New hat, which made me feel warm. Velda bought one too that looks something like Kate Middleton's:

I got bored.

2011-11-15T09:58:00.000+08:00

Today, I woke up with a surprising amount of sadness, and it struck me, for I was seldom unhappy without a trigger during the day. I simply did not know what to do. The day before I was rushing to the examination hall, the day before that I was studying. It simply seemed as if, even though studying was not the top priority, my life revolved around studying. That does sound pathetic, especially since I did not study hard, and I know very well I did not put in my best effort. Perhaps this is what I feel- regret. I do not feel like I deserve to live a fruitless, unproductive month after the horrid results I deserve.

I had a lot of things to do today. I had to appease my mother by finally clearing and sorting out the books, go down to the library to get more books and boost my general knowledge, and learn how to play The A Team on the guitar. But my mind seems hardwired to beat myself up with every second I “waste” on something unproductive. I want time to do the things I never really got to, but somehow it’s as if I don’t deserve it. I’m supposed to cherish this last month and two weeks I have here, but somehow it’s as if there’s nothing left to do. It matters not what happens here, because it’s all going to end anyway. All the memories, they will fade. And I would like to have a good time but it seems like I am just unable to. I expected yesterday to be a blast, I was so excited the night before I was literally screaming with joy and unable to sleep. But yet the freedom I got was not quite what I wanted. I felt the same, really, and to be honest I did not have much fun.

Normally when the day comes my sad thoughts seem silly, and it's somewhat as if my personality changes. I'm hoping, that by allowing these thoughts to materialize, I can see how stupid and pointless they are, and that I have a life to live, no matter how mundane it is. So I suppose I shall try to be happy now.

The Triple Decker Graham Cheese Cracker Club Deluxe Sandwich

2011-11-11T23:47:00.000+08:00

I was tired of the mess on my bed so I cleaned it up. By throwing it on the floor. At the same time, I constructed a house for a colony of ants and a family of cockroaches. Everything I do is a blessing.

I think my feet look rather like severely deformed hands here.

Totally nude toenails make me feel as if my feet look pure. Notice the severely damaged floors- a reason why you should not used chairs with wheels. Another reason is that if you're like me, it'll make you extremely lazy...now I'm pretty much wheelchair bound when it comes to going to anywhere in the room.

Yeaaaa I screwed it up. I know I didn't bring the emotions to her eyes, I changed her neutral face to a sad one and it didn't work... My first doodle that I actually bothered about for like a year. YEAH OKAY SO I CAN'T DRAW. NOW SCROLL DOWN ):

So I made my Triple Decker Graham Cheese Cracker Club Deluxe Sandwich, which was delicious, and it only took me like, 2 minutes? YEEAAAA WHO'S THE GREATEST COOK EVARRRRRRR. Doesn't the name just work your saliva glands?

You know what, when I grow up, I'm going to make crackers the size of bread. That way, we can have cracker sandwiches for lunch. HEEELLLL I'LL MAKE A WHOLE CHAIN OF RESTAURANTS WITH CRACKER SANDWICHES. Can you imagine? They will be a hit. Chicken Cracker Sandwiches, Smoked Salmon Cracker Sandwiches, oh is that the best idea ever or what? You'll no longer need to resort to eating greasy fried chicken, that is high in cholesterol, layered with tonnes of fat, and spurts oil on you to get that crunch in every bite.

Speaking of greasy fried chicken, has anyone seen the new KFC advertisements. I'll admit that they were pretty touching at first...until they flash the bright KFC logo and I'm like IOLJHNOIVWEITMHYOIER,JHIOT;MIHIUJMOIJETO,CTHVBIOJHI,OJPIORYTK.V POETJVK,POJMTHPWOVJ[PCK,T[POMJIRO[PUWUJ GIOWNUUUUTV,IPWEOTUB IMOWETHJPIV[WC,VBIOR,J.[PCOJT,RIMOHUNMV;ROB O,EWRVBYUM9EMFCIUND

Seriously, those are the crappiest advertisements I have ever watched. So crappy that they're actually funny, Rebecca Black funny. And it made me want to abstain from their chicken for quite a while.

WHAT HAS SINGAPORE GOT ITSELF INTO?

2011-11-09T15:02:00.002+08:00

First of all, there is this. Apparently there is quite a bit of hype over this girl, this, FOURTEEN YEAR OLD, who slapped her mom and boasted about it on Facebook. Then there is this girl, who I am not sure is the same girl due to the different profile pic. Yes you may call me a nosy person...I encountered this while looking into something else which I will talk about later but this aggravated me as well. But this, this isn't at like lousy Heartland Mall. This is at Cineleisure, and we go there. It is a place where I go to see movies, and I just feel so irritated by the fact that some ignorant teenager would go claim the place as her own, and slap people who look at her to "show who is boss"? That girl could have been me! (Yes well except my face isn't dripping with oil and I don't use foundation.) I mean, come on this is a bloody public place keep your stupid hand by your side because guess what? YOU DON'T OWN THE BLOODY CINELEISURE. Even if you own the building it is open for the public so you have no right to go around slapping people as you please. I'll try to ignore your SO OUT OF DATE halter top, now let's look at the way you type. PLEASE WTF IS BLOODY 2yp xmm? It is okay. I feel you, chao ah lian. I know you are unable to express yourself properly due to your limited vocabulary, and feel inclined to use violence instead. ("ayeee, shy" Seriously?) But you know, words are friends, not something you abuse. They have this thing they call school? That your government forked out resources for such that your fees are heavily subsidized? You may just like to, you know, pop down there for a while and LEARN, instead of going down to "Cine" and waving around your palm and striking people? I highly doubt that you got pulled out of school because your parents didn't have the money, if so you would, and should, be working or doing something either than boasting about your recent victim.

Guess what? It isn't too hard to be good, or at least better than you are now. For starters you can stop slapping strangers.

http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/what_bugs_me/810658/foriegners_stare_and_shoot_videos_of_beachgoers.html
Then there's this. Ang Mohs, but more importantly, Bangras standing behind and gawking. If you haven't already read the article, feel free to find out how these pervy, sexual-offender wannabes have intruded our private space. But if you want, you can let me tell you what it's all about.

See, these Bangras (I'm not sure how you'd spell that and I'm not bothered to interrupt my rant for that cause), they go to Sentosa, in their ridiculous jeans and they stand around, loitering, at the beach. They don't swim, oh no, (I'm not sure if I'm grateful that they don't strip into swimming trunks and flashing their boners) they go to the beach and they fucking stare. They gawk. Worse, they TAKE OUT THEIR CAMERAS, SURROUND GIRLS (quite a few of whom are Singaporeans) AND FILM. BLOODY HELL ARE YOU AT A FUCKING PORNO? This, is a beach, dear migrants. We wear swimming costumes, and have fun. If you want a bloody job here, adopt socially responsible behaviour and DON'T TREAT GIRLS LIKE SEXUAL OBJECTS. There are people saying that they should cover themselves and move elsewhere. This is often what happens, as the girls are surrounded by these strangers who film and take pictures or leer at them.

THAT MADE ME BLOODY PISSED. The government developed the Palawan Beach, filled it with imported sand, maintained it for SINGAPOREANS AND RESIDENTS and the Foreign Workers should NOT drive them out. It is a woman's right, to be able to dress as she please, WHEREVER she pleases, as long as it is legal. You do not drive a girl out, just because she's wearing a bikini. Furthermore, where in this tiny island can they move to? I bet these FWs are swarming all the other beaches like locusts, so even if they move they may not even find a beach without those pests. Besides, the girls should not have to compromise, because it is their right to be able to go wherever they want! Others say that since the girls have a problem with them, they should move.

To see my point, let's look at this at a different perspective. Let's have these girls and FWs be in the same place, doing the same things, except the FWs are raping/ molesting them. You cannot blame them or ask them to move right? It is the FWs fault for raping them, and the solution is not moving. In the same manner, the FWs are raping them, except that they are doing it in their heads and you can see it through their eyes. It is sexual harassment, just a scaled-down version. Can you imagine the trauma some of the younger girls may experience, being mobbed by these FWs and being filmed, forced to cover up and leave?

It is the FWs who really need to change, and something should be done to integrate them into society better, or maybe they should leave. I like the Cheena men better.

Omegle. (Edited)

2011-11-07T09:57:00.003+08:00

The person was supposed too say JOSH? And I'd go: HUG ME BROTHA like in those Tumblr things and this would be a hit.

I suppose my partner thought that the question was pointless too HAHA

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: hello

Stranger: asl

Stranger: hi

Stranger: m/f

You: 12, Bisexual

Stranger: m or f

You: You first.

Stranger: im 14 m

Stranger: u

You: Male turned female. Trans

Stranger: r u male or female

You: Female

Stranger: ok

Stranger: age?

You: 12

Stranger: how r u?

You: Fine. Sleepy, but fine.

Stranger: what r u doing

Stranger: ?

You: Talking to you...?

Stranger: ok

Stranger: if u dont mind im ask one question

You: I'm waiting

Stranger: r u using facebook?

You: HAHAAAAAA what's your acct

Stranger: on facebook

You: ya

Stranger: r u using or no

Stranger: r u online on facebook

Stranger: ?

You: You know what, you're despo, I'm just looking for a hilarious conversation I just wish Omegle wasn't filled with people wanting to hook up JEEZ

You: AND I'M NOT TWELVE BYE

You: I'M 99

You have disconnected.

Omegle taught me that so many desperate and creepy people exist online. Urghhhhhh I just want some funny conversations with random people LOL.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: HELLO.

Stranger: hii

Stranger: asl

You: I'm surprised, with that attitude of yours, if you actually made friends on this thing

You: ASL is soooo boring

You: You should totally say things like

Stranger: m/f

You: HI I HAVE GREAT MAN BOOBS

You: Or like I'M THE WIZARD OF OZ

Stranger: male or female

You: I shan't tell you now.

You: But I can tell

You: WHO

You: 'YOU

You: ARE

You: Chances are you're a horny male

Stranger: 18 m india

You: DING DING DING I KNEW IT

You: I HAVE TITS

You: BOOBS

You: BREASTS

Stranger: age

You: If you want to know, they are 167DD

You: And they are man tits

You: My bra will wrap around you

You: easily 20, 30 times

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Vacant Hearts and Brooding Minds.

2011-11-06T15:18:00.000+08:00

I mewed at this cat but it just stared at me sleepily.

Last Saturday night I stayed at home to study (or attempt to).

Seriously, Seventeen?

ARE YOU MOCKING ME?

Aaaand to end here's a picture of a dog and a chick, from Youtube.

Today I said the first goodbye to a person I will not see ever again due to my inevitable migration. I guess I don't really know him, but nonetheless it was sad...to think you'll never ever see a person again.

When it's all over, I don't know what to do. A brand new slate is an empty one- what if nothing could ever make a mark on it again?

Who do you think you are?

2011-11-05T16:53:00.000+08:00

This is amazing.

2011-11-04T12:05:00.000+08:00

I'm beginning to see a pattern here...

Poor little fella got stuck in my room and flew around frantically trying to find its way out ):

Shepherd's pie. There's no pie better than a pie made of potato.

Yes, I take pictures of useless things.

O Levels aren't exactly great. I haven't been as productive and prepared as I thought about it but I'd rather not brood. I'll just look forward to the subsequent papers. A lot has happened these few weeks- mostly bad. I really don't know what to anticipate, but halfway through I just stopped caring and I no longer felt nervous.

Alright. I suppose there isn't much to say here is there? I just wish you the best of luck for any obstacle you may come across, especially the O Levels.

Macy Maloy

2011-10-28T23:24:00.002+08:00

Here's the singer of the day- Macy! She's Cameron Mitchell's girlfriend, the one he's so loyal to. She's as amazing as her boyfriend, even though she is less well-known. It's sweet how they both sing, and they are so cute together. It's seems like such a fairytale romance, to meet each other and fall in love while singing duets with each other. They'll be together forever!~ It seems like such a cute relationship that I will never get because I can neither sing nor look pretty. ):

It's hilarious how people are doing fanfictions of Damian and Cameron. They're too cute to be gay really, and it's amusing, the passion that these fans insist that they have for each other. (Okayyyy the thought of them kissing just entered my mind. Okayyy it's rather hot but MOVING ON.)

I'm not a fangirl, but I can't resist looking at cute couples. I can't help but think about things I will never have.

Pokemons Eat Humans

2011-10-26T10:14:00.000+08:00

Did you, like me, grow up with Pokemon? In that case, I think you may have wondered about the undying loyalty that Pokemon have for their masters. It really does not make sense for them to submit to a lesser being such as a human. Have you wondered what was in the Pokemon food? There are no animals that exist for them to kill for meat, and those strong creatures hardly look like they are vegetarians, are they?

Humans are a part of a Pokemon's diet. It is the only meat that really sustains them and their energy-draining powers. A human slices a tiny bit of his or her body to make into Pokemon food. Since humans are in short supply, the Pokemon society has developed a systematic manner of ensuring one's survival and a good share of human meat. A Pokemon tries as hard as possible to get a human "companion", and they do understand that the humans are so scared of them that they are put into Pokeballs, but they don't mind. It's all worth it. Besides, the facilities inside the Pokeballs isn't too bad.

The Pokemons are a much more evolved species than humans, and allow them to carry out their acts of immaturity. See, humans are a narcissistic breed, always thinking that they are superior. The Pokemons don't mind very much when they try to "train" them, and shout silly commands, as if they ever knew better. They don't feel pain, unlike weak humans. To allow humans to keep travelling while wounded from losing flesh, Pokemons use their exceptional healing powers and kills the pain, while allowing the wounds to recover quickly, and the flesh to regenerate. They don't fight with each other for just trophies for their humans though... Now, won't that be silly? These battles occur when a Pokemon wants a new owner, a big, fat, juicy one. The trophies aren't the golden ones you think they are- the humans are the trophies.

The Jigglypuffs, are an exception. They sing a melodic tune that enchants innocent humans, then while they are unconcious, they slice choice parts, and mark them with their markers just like dogs would with their territories. It is actually the root of the legend about sirens serenading innocent men. And they live amongst us. Now you know why some people call boobs Jigglypuffs.

Now, look at this picture carefully. What do you see? A group of teenagers travelling happily with their Pokemon? You should know better, to see past Pikachiu's seemingly innocent smile. Look at those faces. Now look at the little boy in the background. Why is his face this way? Because he's next, and it's feeding time.

There is all but one question left for me to answer. Why do I know such wonderful things previously denied from you? Well, because I'm a Pokemon too. Watch out behind you.

Roam.

2011-10-22T15:03:00.002+08:00

Lately I watched a couple of Victorious (yes I watch Nickelodeon still) episodes and I was intrigued by the characters of Cat and Jade and their voices. Cat was so preppy and cheerful that it bordelined on being mental, and she's just so pretty :) Jade was just so cool and I loved her speaking voice so much that I really wanted to hear her sing. They're like the extreme opposites of each other and it would be great if they did duets together. Well, Tori is okay. She's normal, you see a ton of other American girls around on TV. But these two girls are so different and interesting. So I decided to google them and I found these:

I love Elizabeth's voice and these are actually really talented people. It's sad that they haven't seemed to make albums by themselves and the whole world needs to know about them! It's also amazing how Ariana's voice is really high as Cat when her actual voice is pretty normal pitch. Isn't it tiring to squeak all the time?

They're both really pretty.

I discovered another talented person today. I don't know much about art but I am somewhat interested and these pictures are just admirable.

mother.

Jump.

You can go see more intriguing pictures here: http://begemott.deviantart.com/

This guy's really talented. He makes me think, and I'm sure these are thoughts that would continue for quite a while.

that was then.

2011-10-21T16:28:00.003+08:00

Today I went to school. The school was lively and abuzz, some concert of some sort was taking place. But our block, where we studied together, it was empty, and awfully quiet. I walked through the grey classrooms with twinge of melancholy tugging at my heart. I was in a quiet mood, as I am nowadays. There's simply not many people I could talk to as I am cooped up in my room, attempting.

I know it may be somewhat pathetic to miss something I sucked so much at, but I do miss debate. I passed by the SFE Room and I remembered how I used to be there. It was nice to have the juniors and the coach greet me like old friends, but my quiet mood takes a while to snap out of, and I just smiled, waved and uttered a few words. I do miss my coach, because it has been quite a while since I have talked to him. It's amazing (and hilarious) how he can turn the oddest things into relevant examples or symbols. I can't really say that I was very bonded with the rest of my CCA, our CCA, honestly, doesn't really have the kind of strong camaraderie others have. However, I don't think I can get that same kind of feeling in debate in Australia, that is, if I do get in.

I really do want to go back during the holidays, just to sit and look at them grow, just for a couple of sessions. It's sad because most of the others in my batch don't seem to share my sentiments. I look forward to my farewell. I hope the coach will be there :)

Question of the day; Do birds have vaginas?

Speculations of a Deprived Singaporean Student

2011-10-19T22:56:00.000+08:00

Must be fun to be Justin Bieber.

Touring around the world singing, having sex with the really pretty Selena Gomez, and reading his hate mail laughing at the losers who think they are all that by spending a large portion of time dedicated to hating him, even making him a priority, and thinking how he is a billion times more successful than them.

A Stroll.

2011-10-18T14:11:00.000+08:00

Not my DSLR, unfortunately.

One day I was tired of being cooped up in the pig sty my room became. I found myself in Bedok Resovoir, which, surprisingly, happened to be corpse-free the day I went. I have become increasingly comfortable being alone, that, I enjoy my own company. I like taking long walks by myself now, to think, or to think nothing. It's lovely to be quiet and solitary.

Great conditioner :)

We went to Iluma where they had this Ramen shop thing and they gave us discs which beeped when our food was ready. I see the future.

Belated birthday cake, from a while ago.

Hang on. After all this, we're free (temporarily).

Things My Fingers Picked Up.

2011-10-14T20:49:00.001+08:00

I didn't use my phone much other than calling, sms-ing, tweet-ing and using the Internet. When I discovered the music player function was not bad I started using it and found the cute CD that shows when I lock my phone :3 That made me so happy for some reason.

Twentymetresofmistakes.

I held an ant by the wings for half an hour. I was fascinated by how tiny it was..And yes the photo quality is lousy. I am ashamed.

White fruit cocktail- Lychee and Aloe Vera. Mmmm :)

Laser pointers are unexpectedly fun to play with, as my brother showed me the functions of his. The torch light it is equipped with is surprisingly powerful.

2011-10-08T22:48:00.002+08:00

2011-10-08T16:47:00.000+08:00

I need to be productive. starting from now. serious.

In praise and let us let us sing, of Paya Lebar MGS

2011-10-08T10:32:00.001+08:00

They look so genuinely happy and amused here...

When my FT pushed me ):

I'll miss spamming people with Post-its.

Epic face!

I'll miss PL.

I spent half a decade there and I will miss the sheltering walls we sing about and the culture there. I just can't believe I'll no longer have lessons there. But I know it's okay, because we'll keep the PL spirit, and always be PL-lites. Even if we do not meet each other in 20, 30 years time, we'll always have the memories which we immortalized in the pictures we take and the sincere, handwritten notes (and the lovely portraits of our A Math teacher) we give each other. The people I miss the most are the ones that I don't interact with very much, but who brighten up my day nevertheless by just being there, or those who I created memories with. I'll no longer see them after the Cambridge Dinner because we drifted apart or because we were never really friends and that's a sad, sad thought.

Cheap.

2011-10-07T19:59:00.005+08:00

Lately, I have been thinking.

A few events have led to these reflections that I am about to turn into a rant, which hopefully, changes your perspective on things. Some of the "richer" associates of mine like to call others "cheap" or cast condescending glares when some can't do something or buy something due to the lack of affordability. I don't know if people ever mentally accused me of this, and if you did, I'm sorry but I doubt I mean it. Some really take it too far in labelling people as "Cheap". Yes there are instances where you can label people as so. For example, if a billionaire gave his wife a ribbon for her anniversary while he could very well afford a huge diamond ring, plus the wife has been super nice to him, you may call him cheap. Similarly, if a friend expects (in an obvious way)/ asks for a gift and you give him/ her one but the person totally conveniently "forgot" your birthday, yes labeling the friend may be acceptable.

What is NOT acceptable is not recognizing that certain people have certain constraints. For example, calling someone stingy/ poor because the person is unable to afford a certain item considered as a "necessity" to most spoiled teenagers is mean. Especially if that person is still a child, who is considered a minor by the law. It's not just mean, but it's also being WAYYYYY ungrateful.

The person may have financial constraints. He/ she may not tell you so (well, of course the person wouldn't if you keep casting him/ her those glares and whisper those words), or may simply wish to alleviate the burden of his/ her parents. Furthermore, she (let's say she, as typing he/she is tiring and I'm sick of seeing "he" all the time) has no control over the finances of her parents WHATSOEVER. Sure, the parents should, by law, provide necessities such as food and shelter, but beyond that, she can't really do anything. What do you expect her to do? Hold a knife to their throats and rob them? If you think she is a cheap person well SHE HAS NO OTHER CHOICE UNLESS YOU WANT A CRIMINAL AROUND YOU.
Okay. Let's say she has a choice, and doesn't want to because it's expensive (more often than not it's because she can't bear to see her parents fork out too much money). Well then she is way, way better than you with regards to this matter. She actually acknowledges that her parents already spent money on her and that, no, her parents don't owe her anything. Instead, you owe your parents, many, many things. Unlike you, you who squander your parents' money without batting an eyelash, without thinking about how the money you thoughtlessly spend is the personification of you parent's blood and sweat, she is grateful, and wishes to be less of a burden than you are. Fine, if your parents are billionaires, squander all you like and continue being a spoiled brat. But her parents are probably not. And even if they are, they are better people if they respected their parents by being prudent instead of spending much on things they don't really need. Calling anyone in these situations a "cheapo" is completely and utterly unjustified, and it just shows a lot about who you really are and how well you think of your parents.

So, what I'm trying to say is that calling an underage peer stingy/ poor/ cheap because they wouldn't pay for luxuries for their own enjoyment just goes to show that you are spoiled and EXTREMELY myopic and narrow-minded. I do hope that people would come to respect certain words and not deal them out like some of you spend money. Please, do be sensitive and understanding. I may not be the most understanding person, but I do respect the people who wish to reduce the money their parents spend on them, and I hope that after reading this, you would too, instead of insulting them. Some people really need to realize their bloody limits.

Unfortunately, We the Kings Lied. Friday is Not Forever.

2011-10-02T16:44:00.003+08:00

Think that was the first time I ever sat on an empty bus...

The cutest little hamster ever! It kept trying to sleep but this other hamster kept pushing and disturbing it. In the end it dug a hole to sleep in. Kind of reminds me of me.

It's Monday tomorrow.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP.

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Goodybye, September.

2011-09-30T17:08:00.001+08:00

Bears are born to wear kimonos.

I attempt to create the perfect half-boiled egg again. It may be kind of pathetic that many girls may be cooking pasta and rice and dishes and noodles while I document the half-boiling of an egg, but everytime I cook something it's an accomplishment. The consistency was like milk when I first half-boiled the egg.

So my brilliant mom suggested that I make a waterbath for my egg.

When I dropped the egg into the pot, afraid I'll scald my hands, this residue was left behind. It's the egg white that leaked and it's really really overcooked and fluffy. If you want to know what it tastes like, tell me, the next time I boil an egg you can have it.

Simple, buttered toast to go with the egg.

Stupid four mark question that was one page long ):<

My mom's cooking skills far surpasses mine. ):

So this was my breakfast. Looks like mashed up pudding, and not a very appetizing mashed up pudding at that, but still not so bad.

BEST HARD CANDY EVER

This week's my birthday week.

People were really sweet to me on Monday, and the sweetness is much appreciated :) Thank you everyone for trying to make my last birthday here memorable and for all the heartfelt wishes. My parents are getting me a cake during the weekend and I'm looking forward to it, I mean, of course, who doesn't love cake? Perhaps if you are nice to me you can get some next Monday.

This week has been okay I guess.

I haven't been productive though. I need to buck up.

October is coming, and it's my O Level month. I wish all of you luck

xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Advertisement.

2011-09-28T21:28:00.001+08:00

http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_717645.html

If any of you were wondering around in orchard these few days, you may have noticed this. But now it's gone.

): ): ):

I actually saw a letter complaining about how this was obscene in The Straits Times, but I didn't think they'd do anything about it, because honestly I didn't think it's disgusting or anything. I was wrong.

Advertisements featuring women topless and hugging their breasts for lingerie companies have been around for a long time, they are published in newspapers, magazines and on billboards, but then an advertisement featuring a man pulling the waistband of his jeans appears and all of a sudden there is so much hype over it. If it's perfectly normal for an advertisement showing women in such positions to appear all over this island, then I don't see why this advertisement should be taken down. It's as if it's normal to portray women as sex objects, but not the other way round. I would start a whole rant about other advertisements that demean women (for eg the recent London Weight Management advertisement. It sickens me.)

Anyway, countries such as Australia have billboards with full-frontal nudity. Seriously, for Singapore to mature as a society, adults shouldn't be so squeamish at the slightest hint of sex and start going: " Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." To remove this is really taking censorship way too far.

Besides, it's sexy ;)

2011-09-28T15:09:00.002+08:00

GOOOOOODDDDDDD I feel so annoyed when I look through my archives even when I read posts I typed this year. I'm so un-witty and lame. );

Worms.

2011-09-27T20:03:00.001+08:00

Bloody hell. I think I have worms. Not just 2 or 3 or 4 but a whole disgusting colony of them writhing and twisting in my digestive system. The fact that I eat all sorts of crap (don't ask, really) further reinforces the notion. I was at the dinner table and my father raised the possibility. He talked about how he shitted out a worm, holding up his fingers to indicate a length approximately the size of a FIFTEEN CENTIMETER RULE. He. Shitted. That. Out. Of. His. Anus. OH MY GOSHH. My mother explained that if I ate medicine and shitted a worm out it will probably be in pieces instead. That didn't help very much. So I googled "Worms Symptoms" and the ~~paranoia~~ horror continued.

Here is a compiled list of symptoms of Human Parasites:

Sugar and stimulant food cravings - parasites flourish on sugar

OH FUCK YES I DOWN SUGAR LIKE A...LIKE A...MUCH SUGAR EATING PERSON

Brittle hair, lacks luster

I once had really shiny, soft hair that my friends liked to touch. Not trying to boast but really. Now, my hair is comparable to straw and is so brittle. WHEN MY HAIR TURNED SHITTY MUST BE WHEN THE WORMS ENTERED MY BODY

Hair Loss

The floor of my room is invisible under the piles of hair I shed.

Cravings to consume soil

Um...Not really? But still. Perhaps?

Mentally dull

Yes. A glance at my report card confirms that.

Fatigue - leads to stimulant food cravings

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Low immune system - worms steal nutrition meant for you

Yes I keep falling sick nowadays!

Feelings of crawling under the skin

*shudders at this sentence*

Reoccurring sores and rashes - worms secrete toxic metabolic waste affecting skin

YES.

Dizziness

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Mental problems

Some claim that I do....

Bowel abnormalities, intestinal dysfunction, constipation, diarrhea, bloating

YESSSSSS. I have diarrhea, then constipation, then diarrhea. Plus I shit like every week or something and it's probably because those fucking worms ate all my bloody shit/ food so I don't need to shit that often.

Sexual performance diminishes as vitality wanes

I'M SIXTEEN. PEOPLE SHOULDN'T HAVE SEX AT SIXTEEN REALLY.

Some reports say over 80 percent of people in the United States are infected with parasites.

OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

OH NO MAN HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I'M GOING TO THE CLINIC TO TAKE SOME WORM MEDICINE ASAP.

I really should give up on you.

2011-09-26T21:18:00.001+08:00

Eating Mold Is Not Healthy.

2011-09-25T12:58:00.000+08:00

I love my creepy drawings.

What goes into my coffee

Witness the frown on my cream-less coffee ):

Hey. I have this tummyache + nauseous feeling but it's subsiding :) I think it's cause I'm sitting in an upright position. I look like a mess

I'm pretty sad that my whipped cream grows mold everytime I neglect it for a while. I ate it the other time but this time I wasn't taking any chances. It smelt funny. This is the only instant whipped cream in a can that my mom could find so I was wondering if any Instant Whipped Cream Lovers would know how to prevent the mold from growing? Because I love my instant whipped cream but I told myself I would stop treating my stomach as a dump. It deserves a little more respect, especially since it gives me trouble when I don't. I tried using milk yesterday instead but it's not quite the same ):

Anyway tomorrow is my birthday and I hope I'll be well enough for a cake. If not I'll throw a tantrum. I am in love with cakes.

I haven't done anything productive the entire day *guilt*

you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky

2011-09-24T11:37:00.001+08:00

I want one of these ): Super cute and squishy!

Don't think I have the time to finish all of these, unfortunately.

Life's a blur nowadays. It's like looking outside the car window and watching everything fly past and it seems like I'm not moving at all.

I like the way the rain makes frosty windows on road trips.

The neatest filing system I have is for Chemistry and it isn't neat at all...

Do you notice the red smudge in the picture? Perhaps it's a shooting star. :)

Koko Krunch+Glee :)

My dad called me a couch potato ): Yea well that's true though but exercise can wait until Os are over :)

YOOOOUUUU CAAAAAN'TTTTTTTTTT STOOOOOOPPP THAAAA BEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~

My birthday's coming ;)

2011-09-23T23:23:00.001+08:00

2011-09-23T19:08:00.043+08:00

Hey, I just realised my letter was published in the TODAY newspaper on Wednesday, September 7. I'll admit; it's quite cool to see my words bolded like a quote from a celebrity.

All About Us. (He is Us Feat. Owl City)

2011-09-22T21:33:00.000+08:00

Do you hear that love?

This song makes me cry.

2011-09-20T20:58:00.001+08:00

I accidentally left this mini carton of milk in the freezer and now I have frozen milk. I wonder if it tastes like a milk Popsicle. Can you tell that it's frozen? ;)

Sara Lee Cheesecake makes a good supper at eleven. I bid farewell to Sara Lee Berry Cheesecake and anticipate the arrival of Sara Lee Chocolate Pound Cake. It may take long, but it will come when my mom decides to bring it home.

So shiny! :)

I'm feeling like a ~~failure~~ ~~loser~~ genius. I kind of got over my bad English and Geography results. So far I have 2 underlined numbers (Chem and Geog) in my report book which is sad because I didn't want any. I really hope that tomorrow will be better. I am pinning all my hopes on A Math and Physics because I worked hard (my definition of hard, not yours, because it's subjective, and not that I did work hard but in comparison to the time I allocated for other subjects) for both subjects. I really want a passing mark for A Math so bad after getting many F9s in a row.

That's all for now. Wishing you all the best for tomorrow. I'm crossing everything I have,

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My results are gross.

2011-09-19T14:02:00.000+08:00

a walk.

2011-09-18T21:40:00.000+08:00

I like the Green Man better.

I like my Converse High-cuts. They are extremely loyal and resistant, like a good friend.

Big red bike and his baby brother.

This was taken on the way home from lunch with my cell :)

All the best for The Results tomorrow, reader.

xoxoxo

Kare.

I think Kare sounds better so I left out the last letter my name. I don't like typing my full name, nor do I like saying it. It's like a big lump that I can't get out when I say it, it does not roll out smoothly. Call me weird but I think four-fifths of my name look nicer.

Smile.

2011-09-17T20:58:00.000+08:00

Hey.

One of the reasons why I hate my teeth so fucking much is because I can't have a nice grin. I know a friend who has a really nice grin like Charlie McDonnell's and their grins are reaaaaaaaally cute. I really want a cute grin like that, it looks so friendly and genuine yet cute-ly dorky. When I grin I look like a horrid shark baring its teeth ):

2011-09-17T20:26:00.000+08:00

Today I picked up six books and here's one of them. I'm really excited to read it, and also by the prospect that China could dominate the world. I cannot imagine a world where Asian values dominate. It will potentially change life as we know it. Maybe people would even believe that Chinese are better-looking in future, since China would be the standard instead of Ang Mohs. Okay sorry I know that's a very weird and shallow speculation but it's something I spent a while thinking about, because I don't believe, as some say, that Caucasians are necessarily better-looking, it's just that the world uses the standard features of an average one as a benchmark to compare with the faces the rest of the world has, something which I feel is unfair.

That aside, I think that it is improbable, not in the near future, anyway. I'm not trying to badmouth Chinese, especially since I am one myself, but even though Chinese are really hardworking and all, there's a certain quality that the US has that China doesn't. The Chinese does not value speaking out much, and I think that that is crucial for the development of a country.

Okay. I really don't feel like typing about it now suddenly. Maybe I'll write more after I read the book.

nostalgia.

2011-09-16T22:23:00.000+08:00

The humble little top my brother got that can spin for forever.

One more thing.

2011-09-16T21:52:00.000+08:00

I love Oh Land. I think this song captures the essence of the beautiful dreams we have while asleep :)

Greetings.

2011-09-16T20:34:00.004+08:00

Hello there. It's finally Friday and thus the couple of days where I stay at home to have tuition, watch TV and catch up on sleep are just a few hours away. In many ways, this week has been slow, yet it seems like we're going so fast everything else is blurry. For example, Chemistry Paper 1 seems like a lifetime away but yet my days pass quickly; I wake up, go to school, have only seven/ eight hours left which I use not-as-wisely-as-I-want, watch TV, sleep, get up, eat, then go back to sleep pretty soon. Okay, I'm not a closet mugger so I shall tell you that I have been studying, and more than a year ago, but I'm never ever satisfied with my current level of knowledge which is good, because it pushes me even more. I don't have "off" days now, everyday is a study day. I do go out sometimes but mostly I study at home so I guess I'm somewhat anti-social now. (Don't say I always have been because that's mean D:< ) Grace said I seem gloomy nowadays and I wonder if I am, but I think not. Perhaps I am a bit more mature now, and I'm not taking my life for granted. I'm no longer tired of studying, now let's just hope it's not too late.

I'm sorry for talking too much about studying here but honestly that seems like all that's going on in my life, as it should be. I can bond and play all I want after this 40 days. I think maybe I'll even not go out until the end of "O"s (not including church/ cell/ related events :) ). I'm tryna find God too. I know he's there. I just have to find him and hopefully he likes me. But honestly I don't really know how to go about it.

All right. I guess that's enough typing for now, for I have three interesting videos to show you. A cute one, a fantastic one, and a repulsive one(but interesting all the same).

This cover is absolutely amazing. I love Janet Devlin, she's beautiful, like her voice. Everything about her is just so quaint and pretty. Having hailed from a little village in Northern Ireland, she has a cute accent and lots of time to hone her songwriting skills, but never really sang in public due to a lack of confidence. She's just such an interesting character that she's going on the list of Semi-Famous People I would very much like to meet. I want to upload the video of her auditioning for the contest the X Factor, where she sang Your Song by Elton John, but they disabled embedding so you have got to Youtube it yourself. If you don't feel like doing so after watching this video, then well....

This disgusts me. It is repulsive and I truly blame the mother for introducing incestuous vibes to their children. I understand that the concept of breastfeeding is good, especially if your kid is an infant, but to allow your children to fondle your boobs and NAME THEM is taking it to a whole new level. There are boundaries that one should not cross, even with your mother, and I think it's a mother's duty to ensure that one's child does not have such strong attraction to private body parts and, even worse, draw and fantasize about them. Children of this age are not entitled to make certain choices, and one of them includes being breastfed. If the child is only weaned when she chooses to, would the mother still breastfeed when she's 40? I mean seriously that's not the way to treat your children. These children would not grow up quite right, unless they go through some sort of psychological treatment. I'm not just picking on this because it's unconventional, but, come on, you and I know that there is something (actually, MANY things) very, very wrong if a mother still breastfeeds a huge child such as this, and allows her to suckle passionately with her head up her shirt, legs waggling disgustingly.

Okay I'm done. So I hope this helped to brighten up your day, discover a pretty musician, and lastly, um, broaden your horizons and at the very least give you something to talk about during awkward moments (though maybe that's not a very good idea). Perhaps you'll see pictures if you stick around for the next couple of days.

his voice quivered, its resonance was stripped away.

2011-09-13T22:53:00.007+08:00

The extent of the damage my nails went through post-September holidays is appalling.

Meet the hedgehog-faced Merlion

I like my new wallet!

I like eating and sleeping too much. So I guess O Levels aren't really for me, but I have to try anyway. JC seems really scary, what with all that subjects. To be truthful, I think I would suck in GP. I know that as a debater one would expect me to be better, but I don't think so because even I can tell while writing my argumentative essays that they are crap. I prefer narratives, because I can feel the story. I have no passion for argumentative essays, as compared to debating, because it's just so dull to write down an argument. I do write scripts for debates but it's just different because I just write down the main points and how I phrase it depends on how I feel that day, so in a sense it's more interesting, plus the impromptu stuff and rebuttals make it more alive. Narratives are so much more fun to write. It's like creating a whole new world for yourself, and if I went to JC, that is something I would miss.

My birthday presents are trickling in even though it's on the 26th of September, which is good :) Keep them coming HAHAHA. My second was this batch of bottles of nail polish and they are pretty. I spent half of that day playing with it. I love my toes now though they did take quite a while...I was fickle. It started off with polka dots but I went nuts so I just took it all off and did that.

School drains me of all energy I have. When I go home, I barely have time to study. I reach home at around 4+ and I'm so tired that sleep and rest for an hour and bathe and eat and before I know it, it's time to sleep ): Oh and WOWOW we have mock A Math test tomorrow. Dammit I guess I should go study now.

Friday Update: I upgraded my publisher or something and from now onwards you can see my pictures in bigger sizes! Yay I have been wanting to do that for ages. Also uploading will be a whole lot more convenient with the new publisher as I can upload multiple images at once. Sorry if the new publisher thing is actually old news for you hur hur.

2011-09-09T13:33:00.002+08:00

It has been a slow week and it's ending but I don't ever want to end. I am somewhat miserable but I know I haven't done much with my week, so I need to do more and I don't want it to end! Guilt haunts me regularly yet the fat monster that I have grown to become refuses to budge to pick up those books and start work properly. I can't say I didn't study but I know I'm not in it. It's not a routine it's not the mad rush to absorb everything as it should be. My "studying sessions" have been nothing more than mere half-hearted attempts to do what others are doing. And I guess that stems from a lack of motivation, because I know that in Australia all I have to do is to live near the school my mom chose to get in.

But I want to do well, so badly. I want to see the faces of those who look down upon me, their mouths hanging open, so large that the entire United States could fit into it. I DON'T want to see the smirks on their faces, the ones they give me everytime I fail a test. I am improving and I know that studying is a one way thing. it's either forward or backwards. And I know that I can do it. I know that with God and my unfathomably large ego and dreams, plus the self-discipline that lurks deep within me, O Levels will be an achievement, and proof that I can get what I really want when I try.

Happy Days Are Here Again.

2011-09-09T13:20:00.006+08:00

Post Glee 3D syndrome.

The H&M magazine

I love Chris Colfer's cover of the abovementioned song

I absolutely adore Glitter Glue. Just bought a whole pack of it and it is one of the best stationery buys ever.

The most comfortable flats I have ever worn, also my first buy from H&M Singapore. Don't underestimate these, they may look plain but they're of the best quality ever. Now I just wish that not too many people would buy these as well.

Minestrone soup at Marche, 313@ Somerset. Good soup but I hate the veggies.

Isn't this the most revolting thing you have ever seen? And it is shown on a kids' channel. No wonder today's little kids grow up to become a little weird.

This week's been slow. I caught Glee 3D on Wednesday and i'm still spazzing over it. If you're watching it, see if you can spot Damian from The Glee Project in the audience! He's so cute. There's lots of singing and testimonies from Gleeks. I didn't really enjoy the testimonies. It was just like getting a bunch of people to say good stuff about you and making it a key part of a movie, which is gross and somewhat narcissistic. And admittedly the story behind Glee 3D doesn't fit because they are not really in character and to say that Glee Club would be so famous to actually make a 3D Concert movie is too much of a stretch to ignore, especially since they weren't the Top Ten schools of the nation. But I do love the backstage moments with the crew. They're really funny.

So here's how my week went: I went for a bit of shopping, queued up to get into H&M, ate awesome food, watched a movie and tried to study. Boring, yes. But I can't afford to go out much nowadays what with the big O looming above us and I'm not the kind who can go out a lot and have such great quality studying time and still have so much fun.

forevernoob ):

2011-09-09T13:16:00.001+08:00

Hello. I figured out why I couldn't upload the pictures from my camera into the computer. I spent hours fretting over it and getting frustrated.

I forgot to switch it on.

2011-09-08T14:23:00.003+08:00

GLEE Season 2 was good, but was also somewhat boring and bland in the sense that there were no real antagonists, since the Cheerios couldn't take part in nationals and Sue even seemed mild at the end in the episode "Funeral".

But now, from the promo, the Glee cast seems to be the underdogs again and it's going to be focused on the cast rather than having celebrity tributes so I'm really excited! Plus check out Quinn's hair OMG. Here's the sneak peek:

Edited:

Oh and if you don't already know, Damian is in this group called Celtic Thunder and was before joining The Glee Project. I was like...oh wow he was in a band and I thought the name was weird. Turns out he sings traditional Irish songs (at least I think those are traditional). And I'll be honest with you. I don't much like the songs, in fact I feel like laughing. I know it isn't very nice but I expected a pop/rock group and I still can't get over the fact that he wore a skirt. HE'S VERY NICE BUT IT'S JUST...

Nevermind. See for yourself. He appears at around 1:47.

2011-09-08T13:28:00.002+08:00

So today I wanted to insert my memory card into the computer and I absent-mindedly push the "fake" memory card that comes with your computer even further into the hole, expecting it to pop out just like the CD-Rom reader or something and now IT STUCK.

HOW???????

Great. Now I can't take out my Micro SD card out of the card reader. #FML ):

The Three-Quartered Boiled Egg.

2011-09-06T13:01:00.007+08:00

Velda & Rachel, if you ever wondered what the plant you gave me looks like now, well, these pictures are for you.

I know he looks rather sad and all squeezed up but my mom thinks there's no need for a new pot for this growing fella, and she's the one taking care of him right now.

So I headed down to the photo shop to develop some photos and stuck them to my wall. They may look kind of funny cause they're not completed yet. I still have 3 more horizontal and 2 more vertical photos to go. Am i getting cheated cause I paid $6.60 for them? Anyway, it's great to see my photos being developed, it makes them feel so real, and they feel so good and glossy in my hands.

I painted my nails midnight blue, once again. I used to use this other nail polish to achieve this colour instead of my usual, but this one has tiny pieces of glitter on it that makes it look even better. Unfortunately, you can't see it in the picture, and also it chips off pretty easily. I think that The Face Shop has awesome colours but the nail polish comes of quickly ):

I actually uploaded more pictures but after waiting for forever, this thing popped out and told me that I just submitted a "bad request". So, yeah.

This Monday also marks an undeniably important event.

One lovely morning, (that was a lie but just to make the setting a little better) I decided that I shall take a step towards womanhood (defined traditionally) by cooking breakfast for myself. What is it they say? The way through a man's heart is through his stomach? Ah I never believed in that but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try to cook something other than instant noodles once in a while.

I tried to half-boil an egg for the first time, but, as you already know, I didn't exactly succeed. I was kind of scared of the boiling water that looked pretty threatening, I mean, really, it was leaping and making noises! So I dropped the egg and the fragile thing cracked a little while still in the pot, I'm not sure if you can see the crack... I wouldn't call it a failure though, for the egg did taste pretty good. It was a delicious blend between a boiled and half-boiled egg. The yolk was somewhat runny, yet the egg whites were still delightfully chewy. However, my mother pointed out that my method of cooking the egg was not the cleanest way as the egg shells weren't sanitized and probably had bird shit all over them. Oh well, should have thought of that before I plopped the whole thing into a bowl.

Anyway, I'm really excited to catch Glee 3D tomorrow! I would very much like to meet Kurt, even as a hologram.

PS: What if you put the red and blue glasses over a camera and took a picture of a scene in 3D? Would it appear like the real thing on camera? Would I be able to pretend that I met Chris Colfer in person? Just asking. You know.

2011-09-05T21:50:00.002+08:00

My father got me a new camera. It isn't much but it's better than my old one and it feels nice to call it "mine", and I'm grateful for it.

Right now I'm not feeling too good. My throat is on fire again and my voice sounds horrid so don't call me k? I have pictures and things to type about but right now I need to either sleep, or study, something I haven't done properly for days. (I am ashamed.)

'Till next time.

The Social Network.

2011-09-05T21:27:00.005+08:00

Today I watched the movie The Social Network and I think that it's pretty good. The actors are good and I find myself really feeling for Andrew Garfield, who acts as Eduardo Saverin. If you haven't caught the movie yet I would recommend that you do so. I think it's a pretty nice movie to watch. Anyway, it's about how Mark Zuckerburg founded Facebook in his dorm room with Eduardo, only to fall into lawsuits and sticky situations. It's rather sad that they don't seem to be friends anymore, it would have been nice to see a happy ending.

For those who might want to know, I googled Eduardo, to see if the story progressed and his role in Facebook now. He now has a 5% share and is lying low, focusing on developing the games. He is staying in Singapore, or if not, was staying here until recently. And then I found his Facebook account, which popped up when I did a Google search on him. I think it was the original account because there was stuff there dating back from his graduation from Harvard. So it must have been the fabled account mentioned in the movie that he first made when the site just started! It's kind of cool that it's still there.

I read up a little, also, about the original story of how Facebook was founded and I discovered that it's pretty similar to the film. Apparently, according to Brenda Song, Facebook is upset because it hits too close to home. Before the film I never would imagine that Facebook had such an intriguing story. It's just so interesting that I can't help but keep digging up stuff about it. The Harvard Crimson, this campus magazine thing is also real (at least, I think so), and did write about Mark Zuckerburg.

Link is here: http://www.thecrimson.com/article/2003/12/11/put-online-a-happy-face-after/

I really like Andrew Garfield, who acted pretty well in this film I think. Looking forward to see the new Spiderman movie in 2012. I will catch it. My family watched all the Spiderman movies in the cinema.

I, too, want to be crowned with flowers.

2011-09-02T16:12:00.001+08:00

Source: Lookbook.

Le Cadeau

2011-09-02T15:45:00.003+08:00

I have wanted this since forever. Miranda Cosgrove has it too. Mr Kate claims that that's the only ring I'll ever need in my entire life and for once I may just agree. You can wear it in any way, with a casual outfit of shorts and a cool, floaty top, or a black dress.

http://www.mrkate.com/shop/the-stylish-wanderer-x-mr-kate-presents-le-cadeau/

Le Cadeau means "The Gift" in French. Isn't it beautiful? I swear, it's winking at me.

Anyone got US$198 to spare?

2011-08-30T12:46:00.000+08:00

It's interesting to see celebrities meet each other.

READ OR LOSE OUT.

2011-08-30T11:27:00.003+08:00

Hello. I am about to complain about my life and start a self-piteous rant (if that word works...) about how my life sucks. I'm not thinking straight and am just letting my deranged mind keep spurning out words and taking control of the fingers dancing across the keyboard maniacally so please don't mind me if I make any typos/ grammatical errors or if my vocabulary goes a little funky. Nevertheless, you should continue to read on because if you finish reading this entry you will be vastly rewarded (does vastly fit? again, i'm not thinking properly). I will tell you more about how you will be rewarded at the end of this post. So, to teach you not to be selfish, and instill patience as a virtue into you, you shall lend me a listening ear and I shall play the part of the unappreciative teenager who has plenty of food, clothes, shelter and is born without any defects but still thinks she has the worst life in the world even though there are people living in Ghana who live in dumps with toxic fumes and cough out blood everyday.

But first, let me take a breather. That, was an awfully long sentence.

MY THROAT IS A BLOODY BITCH. I think I may just start coughing out blood soon cause it hurts so fucking much I never felt such pain before at my throat in my life. I never knew it was possible? I could very well say: I have a sore throat. But dear reader, this isn't any ordinary sore throat. This is PAINFUL AS HELL throat. My throat is killing me, so anyone who tries to make my misery sound less painful by demeaning it and referring to it as a sore throat shall face their desserts. AND THEY'RE NOT NICE DESSERTS. I remember this phrase somewhere where
"desserts" were referring to like, retribution but I think there was more to it. Can't quite remember now but never mind you know what I mean. And having suffered so much pain I HAVE THE BRAGGING RIGHTS so no one should call it a sore throat.

My father's friend is here. So, I don't dare to step out of my room because I look like some hag/ hobo/ street waif. No offence to street waifs. Cause, you know, they had a hard life, and stuff. But thinking about it, it might be pretty amusing to go outside with heavy eyeliner and my hair all messed up with my scary looking face and go: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. They just may scream and leave and I'll feel better, even though my throat would be split into two, unleashing blood and pain. And I want to pee. Really badly. In fact my bladder just may explode and I would just sit in my chair like an emaciated, paralyzed child and wait for my mom to help me clean it up like five hours later. I REALLY NEED TO PEE.

Oh and it's not just that I haven't peed for a while. In fact I peed not long ago. It's just that my throat hurts and dries up so quickly that I sip water every few minutes. And with every sip I feel pain shooting through my body from my throat, rudely awakening every single nerve in my body and swallowing seems to take an eternity. I am exaggerating, but it still hurts.

I can't eat good food! My family is going out to eat sushi & Japanese food NO FAIR THEY SHOULD WAIT TILL I'M BETTER EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE PAYING AS THEY HAVE FOR EVERY SINGLE MEAL I HAVE EVER EATEN AND CAN CHOOSE WHEN TO GO I STILL DEMAND THAT THEY WAIT AND THEY ARE IGNORING MY DEMAND WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

I also have Physics Prelims tomorrow and here I am not doing A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT IT AND COMPLAINING ABOUT MY LIFE. Oh dear, it's getting rather hot.

The worst thing is, i can't call someone to complain about it, or talk to my parents/ brother (who wouldn't listen anyway but STILL) because my throat hurts that much. That's why I am resorting to gimmicks such as enticing you to read this with possible rewards so that I will be comforted by the fact that I sort of have someone to complain to.

And my throat hurting is bad. I treasure my voice (not my singing one cause it sounds as bad as, as... I'll get back to you when I find an appropriate simile.) and I absolutely adore speaking. Being the sad and lonely girl who no one comforts, I sometimes comfort myself in a soothing voice when I'm in pain and I can't even do that now. I'm kidding. But I would like my voice back.

Yes. That is all. It's just a sore throat. I suppose I could say that I'm feeling tired and lethargic, but I do everyday. (Gosh, I really need to start exercising, don't I?)( But when I'm tired (which is 90% of the time) I don't feel like exercising and when I'm not so tired I try to study.(which is 10% of the time hence I must use wisely and try to do something about my grades.)) But I was feeling feverish and giddy but I suppose it's gone now.

Okay so I shall do something about my life, like, you know, try to stand up, pee and change out of my pajamas.

Congratulations! You have reached the end of the post. Thank you for your kind attention.

Here's your reward. Peanuts. Many many.

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Or if you prefer, many "8"s.

Okay, I could spin something up, like, say tell you how you can now feel pretty/ handsome because I look like shit now and you can gloat over me cause I will screw Physics tomorrow. But that would take another paragraph and I will not enjoy that and besides, I still can't get over how the number 8 looks like a peanut.

May your life be filled with prosperity and peanuts.

2011-08-28T22:52:00.000+08:00

IAMNOTCRUSHINGONYOU

2011-08-28T22:39:00.002+08:00

I don't like the way I am. I can't change it, I can't be like them, like you. I don't like how I sometimes fall behind, how I am awkward and quiet, smiling like some fool, how I have these awkward moments, how I say the wrong things at the wrong time, don't have a clear idea of what I should say at the right time, and how I can't make you notice me. But maybe this is good, 'cause maybe if I tried hard enough to blend in, you can't see the ugly thing marring into your sight. I feel intimidated sometimes, you just have so many friends, so many people know you. I know I sound like a loser but I don't like how I am just one of the hundreds of people you must have known by now.

I wish I was good enough to make you like me.

The Glee Project

2011-08-27T15:19:00.003+08:00

Today, I fell in love with the Glee Project, Marissa, Cameron Mitchell and Damian. IRISH PEOPLE ARE SO COOL!

If Cameron told me it's cold outside I'll park my ass on his couch permanently and never move again.

I think they do a very good job with those '80s songs, I especially love the duet between Samuel and Marissa. The chemistry between them is so real.

Then there's this:

I pity Samuel, who got paired up with Alex, the black guy. (It's quite funny HAHA.) OKAY DON'T SAY I'M RACIST but it's the easiest way to tell you who he is. And I don't much like Alex. He's mean.

I really like Damian.

And in case you decide to start watching, you may want to know that I think Cameron is like the nicest guy ever. When Damian got chosen to be eliminated, Cameron did not want him to go, so he gave up his place and a chance to win episodes and money for Damian! I think that's like the nicest thing anyone could have done in this situation.

DO WATCH THE VIDEOS IF YOU NEVER HAD. I swear they're like the best covers ever, these people are sooooo talented at acting and singing!

Siiiigh I'd better get back to reality where my personality and non-existent talent depresses me when i compare myself to such beautiful people. I know that I would never get to live such a colourful life and get to know all sorts of talented people, and dreaming would only lead to disappointment. I just wish that I could sing and be pretty. Because the TV tells me that once I can I can get everything I may ever want: love, money and fun. I just wish I could sing reeeeaaaaally well if I would I would sign up for TGP 2 in a heartbeat and meet all sorts of awesome people and have a dreamy romance while singing.

Oh and if you watch TGP regularly, here's a parody for you by a couple of eleven year old ang mohs after twenty pounds of sugar. Okay I made the last part up but I'm probably correct. It's ridiculously silly but that's why it's just hilarious. In an immature & childish & retarded way. I like their impression of Samuel 8D

Okay I better get going. It's tuition soon and I haven't done a single shit. AHHHHH TWENTY EIGHT MINUTES TO DO ONE PAPER 2 I'M SHITTING DEAD.

I hate waking up to reality. I wish I could be Marissa or something SIIIIGH.

"I really can't stay.."

2011-08-27T14:32:00.004+08:00

My calculator got a sister

I would have had a lot to say if I blogged on the day these pictures were taken- by I don't anymore. This week has been a blur of lethargy and panic, and I was waiting for it to end since Sunday.

Anyway I cut my jeans and got a new pair of shorts as a result. I dip dyed it. it was supposed to look understated but now I either want : 1. A sharp contrast or 2. A totally bleached pair of shorts. So I am not sure how I should bleach it. I'll just wait until I suddenly make up my mind.

Oh, and don't you just love my huge stapler? It's in the first picture. It's almost as big as my hand :O

Sun Ho, co-founder of City Harvest Church

2011-08-25T21:04:00.003+08:00

PASTOR'S WIFE WANNABE.

What are IS SHE WEARING??? (I never knew someone could be skanky, cheap, and (sorry for the grammar but this word is most appropriate) failed all at once.)
Her fake american accent is horrid.
Please don't ruin the image that the world has of Chinese, Christians and Singaporeans. Just go come back to Singapore and be quiet.

Charlie.

2011-08-25T19:51:00.001+08:00

2011-08-24T18:17:00.001+08:00

Aww for Halloween last year Chris Colfer went as Los Angeles! How cute is that?

https://twitter.com/#!/chriscolfer/media/slideshow?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftwitpic.com%2F32t660

Oh and here. Another silly video.

2011-08-19T16:53:00.000+08:00

It's here it's here! Mick Jagger is really in it!

I like kitties.

2011-08-18T14:30:00.005+08:00

http://sweetfurr.blogspot.com/

This cheered me up. I VANT A VATERMELON-EATING KITTEEEHHHHHHHHHHH

2011-08-18T13:33:00.002+08:00

I don't know why I even bother to raise my hopes. I'll never be above average. Just the stupid girl with her stupid aspirations. My mom doesn't even want to fork out a fucking thousand dollars so that I can improve my grade. No. She never believes in me. No one does. My brain is not a worthy investment. "B3 is good enough." You're just saying that so that I won't want tuition. I already improved from a C6 to a B3 and I'll work harder. Fucking stingy.

Meet Bill// Logan Lerman

2011-08-17T15:11:00.002+08:00

The Elephant Plays Dress-up.

2011-08-16T18:55:00.004+08:00

I got these really comfy boyfriend jeans from uniqlo weeks ago. It's out of fashion but I don't really care. I like it. I also got an equally soft muscle tee with a sulky little elephant wearing a feather headdress from Zara and I love it! :) I'm trying to resist wearing it too many times.

Eddie, as seen in the first picture is my favourite pouch now.

Oh and I also forked out some time for a failed jump-shot heh.

The Lightning Thief

2011-08-16T18:34:00.003+08:00

I don't have much time for reading, thus I choose my books carefully and only read those which I think would improve my English or add meaning to my life. Thus, when I first picked up this book, I was rather skeptical, as it begins like this: ...Please put this book down. Or something along that lines. I have seen too many books warning the readers to put them down and really, it gets old and seems like an indication that the writer's pretty lame.

Then I found out he's twelve.

That was like a million strikes or more. Before reading the book I thought that the main character should be pretty cool and hot (pardon the pun), battling Greek monsters. But how was I supposed to think so when he's twelve?

But I read on and I discovered that it wasn't some ordinary book for preteens. It was really good, and soon I was pulled into the story. Admittedly, I don't get the feeling I get when I read truly good books, like the Time Seller and The Time Traveller's Wife (yes, these are very good books, go read them! But the Time Seller is a business satire so it may not be quite the book you'll expect). This got me feeling how I feel for a Korean Drama. I think it's because of Percy Jackson. So I pretend he's sixteen and not twelve, and I imagine Logan Lerman battling monsters, and now I'm hooked. It's good that he's sixteen in the last book, so he's no longer that young.

Honestly I think the series lacks depth and originality, but OHMYILOVEPERCY.

He's just such a cute warrior!!!!!!!!!!!! If not for his character I probably won't like the books much. But he really is so hotttt I'm so sad that the books have ended even though I haven't completed the series it shouldn't end it should have a million books and a million movies like Harry Potter.

I really want to watch the movie now. Look at Logan Lerman, and you'll probably know why:

http://justjaredjr.buzznet.com/photo-gallery/358002/logan-lerman-details-percy-13/

HOW CAN SOMEONE HAVE SUCH A NICE SKIN COLOUR+ COMPLEXION????

(Edit: This photo doesn't do him justice. Google him for better pictures!)