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Aircon in the office...
I am exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Why? I have not enough sleep. There are not enough hours in a day for me. I NEED SLEEP. Ok. I think need is a gross understatement at this point in time. Its more like... Without sleep, I'm going to die soon. I'm not exaggerating my condition. While i type this on the PC, I can feel my eyes burning in their sockets. I can feel my shoulders cramping up. I know my legs are tired. My posture is quickly deteriorating. My throat has been parched for the whole day. My brain is slow. I'm tired. Dog tired. Dead beat.
My schedule for the past week has been packed. The gist of it all is that I wake up early, sleep late, and do lots of stuff while I am awake. I work, study for Japanese, study for SAT, do my Japanese homework, have driving lessons, watched CATS, went for Japanese lessons... Yeah. The majority was studying and working. Transportation was another biggie, with my mind most occupied with SAT and Japanese. I pass my days in a daze, hopping from one locale to another. Its times like this when I really wish I had lesser things on my plate. I mean, I have loads of things to be done. But I'm not exactly enjoying myself. Its like little events strung together to make me stay alive. I do not feel engaged. I do not feel amused. the most interesting thing that happened recently was when I had lunch with Germaine and her boyfriend. Can you believe it? My life stinks to such an extent. Since when did I become like this? I was never quite so dependent on external factors to keep me going when I was still in school. Maybe it was that I had an aim. A source of motivation. Instead of waiting helplessly for NUS as I am now. This kind of existence is DISGUSTING. Sometimes, I really hate myself.
I have been complaining on my blog. Way to often. Maybe I ought to do something more stimulating. My life is so awful I can't phantom what I'm going to be like in a month if I'm already falling apart now. Anyone has an idea or two to spare???
"We know we are flawed. We just refuse to admit it."
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Eternal
Playlist
Regret by Malice Mizer
I have listened to Regret about 10 times. Its that good. The most amusing thing was watching the live. Gackt manages to play the piano with his legs CROSSED. I have no idea how he reaches the pedals. Maybe his legs are sooooo long that he can play the piano while crossing his legs. Maybe his piano has no pedals. Maybe he doesn't need pedals. Maybe its a recording. AS IF. Watch it. I think Gackt is AMAZING.
Watched CATS yesterday with Vivien. My seat was D24. Met Vivien after work at City Hall MRT to have dinner. She wanted to have Ocha, but their menu did not seem dinner-friendly, so I proposed Cedele's. Had a Chocolate Walnut Truffle cake. A set, with iced tea. Remind me never to have their iced tea ever again. Not good. It was not exactly enough for dinner, the slice of cake was teeny, so I bought some Taiyaki form this new shop opposite Cedele's. There was a discount, but I have a nagging suspicion that the discount was only so that they can practice making Taiyaki. Because the Taiyake they served were UGLY. It looked nothing remotely like a fish. The shop at Takashimaya Basement 2 looks way better. Well, I suppose you get what you pay for.
On to CATS. CATS was... It was awesome. Super. Duper. Awesome. There was singing, dancing and acting. All three together. I was seated at the second row. So I could see every line they drew on their face. The copious amount of tape required to tape their dance shoes. The angle of their arches. Believe me, I was absolutely floored for the entire performance. There was so much energy present. As a dancer myself, I can appreciate how very difficult it is to keep kicking, twisting, leaping and posing. I do not think there is an once of fat on any of the performers. Even those who are supposedly fat may very well be ten times fitter than me. I am in awe as to how they can both sing well and dance well. I mean, its hard to dance well. Very hard. But to sing at the same time? I applaud their talent and hard work. Scary people, these performers. After watching... I think I paid more than I was willing to. Yes, if they were in Singapore again, I would gladly fork out another hundred to watch. Not the hundred and fifty Viv and I paid. Yes, the seats were good. Yes, I could see everything right smack in front of me. Yes, I can touch the performers when they were interacting with the audience. Nevertheless... Its a bit expensive. Its a good quarter of my take home pay. Not something I can afford, especially if I'm a student.
There are new photos of me. YES. I have narcissistic tendencies. Whatever. Here. Photographer was Queen. She is so cute. And hilarious. I think she will scream vulgarities at me when she reads this, but I shall persist. Her photography skills are great. Her personality is adorable, though not for everyone. Personally, I give an internal wince whenever she swears, but I have come to realise its part of her. Just like how she loves yaoi and photography. No. I am not one of those little princesses who cries whenever someone swears. Its just that I believe that only those who lack vocabulary swear. I do not think she lacks vocabulary, but still. I'm not about to ask my friends to change for me. I AM NOT A PERSONALITY EVANGELIST. So yeah. Stop asking me to improve my friends. As long as they do not do something EVIL or MORALLY WRONG or something that will negatively influence me, I shall not care. I like them. Regardless of their flaws. Besides, who am I to ask them to change?
"Memory... I was beautiful once..."
Regret by Malice Mizer
I have listened to Regret about 10 times. Its that good. The most amusing thing was watching the live. Gackt manages to play the piano with his legs CROSSED. I have no idea how he reaches the pedals. Maybe his legs are sooooo long that he can play the piano while crossing his legs. Maybe his piano has no pedals. Maybe he doesn't need pedals. Maybe its a recording. AS IF. Watch it. I think Gackt is AMAZING.
Watched CATS yesterday with Vivien. My seat was D24. Met Vivien after work at City Hall MRT to have dinner. She wanted to have Ocha, but their menu did not seem dinner-friendly, so I proposed Cedele's. Had a Chocolate Walnut Truffle cake. A set, with iced tea. Remind me never to have their iced tea ever again. Not good. It was not exactly enough for dinner, the slice of cake was teeny, so I bought some Taiyaki form this new shop opposite Cedele's. There was a discount, but I have a nagging suspicion that the discount was only so that they can practice making Taiyaki. Because the Taiyake they served were UGLY. It looked nothing remotely like a fish. The shop at Takashimaya Basement 2 looks way better. Well, I suppose you get what you pay for.
On to CATS. CATS was... It was awesome. Super. Duper. Awesome. There was singing, dancing and acting. All three together. I was seated at the second row. So I could see every line they drew on their face. The copious amount of tape required to tape their dance shoes. The angle of their arches. Believe me, I was absolutely floored for the entire performance. There was so much energy present. As a dancer myself, I can appreciate how very difficult it is to keep kicking, twisting, leaping and posing. I do not think there is an once of fat on any of the performers. Even those who are supposedly fat may very well be ten times fitter than me. I am in awe as to how they can both sing well and dance well. I mean, its hard to dance well. Very hard. But to sing at the same time? I applaud their talent and hard work. Scary people, these performers. After watching... I think I paid more than I was willing to. Yes, if they were in Singapore again, I would gladly fork out another hundred to watch. Not the hundred and fifty Viv and I paid. Yes, the seats were good. Yes, I could see everything right smack in front of me. Yes, I can touch the performers when they were interacting with the audience. Nevertheless... Its a bit expensive. Its a good quarter of my take home pay. Not something I can afford, especially if I'm a student.
There are new photos of me. YES. I have narcissistic tendencies. Whatever. Here. Photographer was Queen. She is so cute. And hilarious. I think she will scream vulgarities at me when she reads this, but I shall persist. Her photography skills are great. Her personality is adorable, though not for everyone. Personally, I give an internal wince whenever she swears, but I have come to realise its part of her. Just like how she loves yaoi and photography. No. I am not one of those little princesses who cries whenever someone swears. Its just that I believe that only those who lack vocabulary swear. I do not think she lacks vocabulary, but still. I'm not about to ask my friends to change for me. I AM NOT A PERSONALITY EVANGELIST. So yeah. Stop asking me to improve my friends. As long as they do not do something EVIL or MORALLY WRONG or something that will negatively influence me, I shall not care. I like them. Regardless of their flaws. Besides, who am I to ask them to change?
"Memory... I was beautiful once..."
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Refresh
Playlist
Boys over Flowers in the background while I type
I'm addicted to the Korean Boys Over Flowers, BOF from now on. Its hilarious! I think Jun Pyo is the funniest with his inability to think past his curly mop of hair. What with the crazy reasoning, the nonsensical idioms, cute expressions and weird family. Personally, I think the guys look way too old to pass off as high school students. Jan Di is okay simply because she has baby fat. Otherwise, the cast is more suited for university than high school. Please. In what way do they look like 17 year olds? Especially Ji Yung and that other casino rich kid. In no warp reality do they look anything like they are 17. I mean, drive? Motorbikes? Speedboats? Crazy. Anyway, watching the show makes me want to have a rich boyfriend. So that I can go on island holidays. On a private jet plane to boot. Its AWFUL for the environment, but what the heck. Maybe there would be some environmentally friendly jet plane. HAHA. What an oxymoron. Environmentally friendly airplane. HAHAHA. My latest joke. Still, I had much rather have a rich daddy than a rich bofriend. After all, my daddy will always love me. He'll spoil me rotten, and I can live in the lap of luxury from birth. A rich byfriend is unreliable. Unsustainable. Hmm. I sound like some spoilt brat. HAHA. Maybe I should just make it rich on my own. Stop relying on undepependable people. After all, the money you earn on your own gives you the most satisfaction when you spend it. Not that money given to me isnt legal tender. HAHA.
My blog is going to undergo some real renovation soon. I'm currently hunting for the perfect skin. If your're observant, I think you would have noticed that there are already a few changes here and there. There will definietely be more, so hang around with me until than ok? If anything looks seriously off on your browser, please tell me. I'll do something that everyone can appreciate.
Ok, here goes the future!
"Thank you for loving me."
Boys over Flowers in the background while I type
I'm addicted to the Korean Boys Over Flowers, BOF from now on. Its hilarious! I think Jun Pyo is the funniest with his inability to think past his curly mop of hair. What with the crazy reasoning, the nonsensical idioms, cute expressions and weird family. Personally, I think the guys look way too old to pass off as high school students. Jan Di is okay simply because she has baby fat. Otherwise, the cast is more suited for university than high school. Please. In what way do they look like 17 year olds? Especially Ji Yung and that other casino rich kid. In no warp reality do they look anything like they are 17. I mean, drive? Motorbikes? Speedboats? Crazy. Anyway, watching the show makes me want to have a rich boyfriend. So that I can go on island holidays. On a private jet plane to boot. Its AWFUL for the environment, but what the heck. Maybe there would be some environmentally friendly jet plane. HAHA. What an oxymoron. Environmentally friendly airplane. HAHAHA. My latest joke. Still, I had much rather have a rich daddy than a rich bofriend. After all, my daddy will always love me. He'll spoil me rotten, and I can live in the lap of luxury from birth. A rich byfriend is unreliable. Unsustainable. Hmm. I sound like some spoilt brat. HAHA. Maybe I should just make it rich on my own. Stop relying on undepependable people. After all, the money you earn on your own gives you the most satisfaction when you spend it. Not that money given to me isnt legal tender. HAHA.
My blog is going to undergo some real renovation soon. I'm currently hunting for the perfect skin. If your're observant, I think you would have noticed that there are already a few changes here and there. There will definietely be more, so hang around with me until than ok? If anything looks seriously off on your browser, please tell me. I'll do something that everyone can appreciate.
Ok, here goes the future!
"Thank you for loving me."
Friday, 24 April 2009
Lousy
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Just Dance by Lady Ga Ga
Yes, I do listen to non-Asian music. I think Lady Ga Ga is one smart woman. I respect her for her fashion sense and her music. The sound... Is quite different from what is available mainstream.
I have realised that I'm lousy as a girl. I like fashion, but I'm not fashion crazy. I hardly read magazines, I do not watch runway shows. I rarely shop as I have little free time. I don't usually borrow clothes. Nor do I create my own clothes. Or design my own clothes. I'm too lazy to follow most fashion trends. Make up is something I avoid unless there is some major family event or I need to cosplay. I only study make up so that I can understand what people are saying, and not because I like putting it on my face. Or anyone else's face for that matter. I do not have the finances to afford playing and experimenting with make up, and neither do I have the time and energy to do so. All these are just superfluities. I am lousy as a girl because I cannot empathise. Most girls like to mope in groups. Cry. Wail. Pull their hair. Not eat. Sob. Sob. And sob. Phone bills escalate. There is a need to share problems. I can pity. I give heart broken people space. I let them cry on my shoulder. I offer suggestions. I can mother. Nevertheless, 2 weeks later, I expect them to be able to bounce back from whatever has been afflicting them. Which is why I'm a failure as a girl.
Most girls cannot recover in 2 weeks. Broken hearts need months to repair. Lousy grades are taboo until their grades improve. Family problems will never be resolved. Its a long drawn pain sharing session that drives me off the wall. If I cannot resolve something, I put it aside until I have the time/energy/ability to do something about it. There is no point sweeping the floor with your hair. Moping the floor with your feet. If there is nothing you can do, do not do anything now. No point wasting your life, breath, time, effort. I understand the need for comfort, but months of it? I'm sorry, but I doubt I have the spare emotional capacity for you. There's hardly enough for myself as I am. If I'm not loving, caring, kind, concerned, empathetic, understanding enough, get yourself a new friend. I solve problems, or wait until the opportune moment to solve problems. Its just that while waiting, I do other things.
That is why I make a lousy girl.
"We thought they were gone, when it was us who had left them ..."
Just Dance by Lady Ga Ga
Yes, I do listen to non-Asian music. I think Lady Ga Ga is one smart woman. I respect her for her fashion sense and her music. The sound... Is quite different from what is available mainstream.
I have realised that I'm lousy as a girl. I like fashion, but I'm not fashion crazy. I hardly read magazines, I do not watch runway shows. I rarely shop as I have little free time. I don't usually borrow clothes. Nor do I create my own clothes. Or design my own clothes. I'm too lazy to follow most fashion trends. Make up is something I avoid unless there is some major family event or I need to cosplay. I only study make up so that I can understand what people are saying, and not because I like putting it on my face. Or anyone else's face for that matter. I do not have the finances to afford playing and experimenting with make up, and neither do I have the time and energy to do so. All these are just superfluities. I am lousy as a girl because I cannot empathise. Most girls like to mope in groups. Cry. Wail. Pull their hair. Not eat. Sob. Sob. And sob. Phone bills escalate. There is a need to share problems. I can pity. I give heart broken people space. I let them cry on my shoulder. I offer suggestions. I can mother. Nevertheless, 2 weeks later, I expect them to be able to bounce back from whatever has been afflicting them. Which is why I'm a failure as a girl.
Most girls cannot recover in 2 weeks. Broken hearts need months to repair. Lousy grades are taboo until their grades improve. Family problems will never be resolved. Its a long drawn pain sharing session that drives me off the wall. If I cannot resolve something, I put it aside until I have the time/energy/ability to do something about it. There is no point sweeping the floor with your hair. Moping the floor with your feet. If there is nothing you can do, do not do anything now. No point wasting your life, breath, time, effort. I understand the need for comfort, but months of it? I'm sorry, but I doubt I have the spare emotional capacity for you. There's hardly enough for myself as I am. If I'm not loving, caring, kind, concerned, empathetic, understanding enough, get yourself a new friend. I solve problems, or wait until the opportune moment to solve problems. Its just that while waiting, I do other things.
That is why I make a lousy girl.
"We thought they were gone, when it was us who had left them ..."
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Renew
Playlist
Antique in the Future by Versailles
I feel better. Do not ask me what I was afflicted with. I have no idea either. I do not want to know either. Sometimes, its better to live in selective ignorance. So do not ask me. The most important thing is that I feel better now no? HAHA.
Chinese Dance achieved Gold with Honours! WOW. Long awaited. Yeah. I know I was never very positive about my CCA. Still, the performance was stellar. It made me ache to join them upon the stage again. My heart was pounding. Racing even. I wanted to jump from my seat and throw myself upon the stage. I think it was what dance should be about. Infectious energy that makes the audience lose the sensation of being a spectator. It alienates, because you are not part of the splendour, but it harmonises, as you are part of the instant. Je ne sais quoi. That which cannot be named. The ultimate quality that all artists seek. I am amazed that I found it where I thought I would never see it. If they did not get Honours, I think the judges ought to be flogged. I'm not biased towards them. You should watch it. It was way better than some pretentiously intellectual calligraphy dance and some overtly analytical wedding dissection.
I have renamed my blog. Why? Next stage of my life. Yes. I'm arrogant. Sarcastic. Sharp. Blunt. Love me or hate me, but I cannot be who you want me to be. Its too late. I will just follow my path of flaming flamboyance to the end. What else can I do? Weep that I am not the stereotypical humble little girl? Too bad. I'm not like that.
" Oh its a red carpet day when blood flows like a river in the middle of the street..."
Antique in the Future by Versailles
I feel better. Do not ask me what I was afflicted with. I have no idea either. I do not want to know either. Sometimes, its better to live in selective ignorance. So do not ask me. The most important thing is that I feel better now no? HAHA.
Chinese Dance achieved Gold with Honours! WOW. Long awaited. Yeah. I know I was never very positive about my CCA. Still, the performance was stellar. It made me ache to join them upon the stage again. My heart was pounding. Racing even. I wanted to jump from my seat and throw myself upon the stage. I think it was what dance should be about. Infectious energy that makes the audience lose the sensation of being a spectator. It alienates, because you are not part of the splendour, but it harmonises, as you are part of the instant. Je ne sais quoi. That which cannot be named. The ultimate quality that all artists seek. I am amazed that I found it where I thought I would never see it. If they did not get Honours, I think the judges ought to be flogged. I'm not biased towards them. You should watch it. It was way better than some pretentiously intellectual calligraphy dance and some overtly analytical wedding dissection.
I have renamed my blog. Why? Next stage of my life. Yes. I'm arrogant. Sarcastic. Sharp. Blunt. Love me or hate me, but I cannot be who you want me to be. Its too late. I will just follow my path of flaming flamboyance to the end. What else can I do? Weep that I am not the stereotypical humble little girl? Too bad. I'm not like that.
" Oh its a red carpet day when blood flows like a river in the middle of the street..."
Monday, 20 April 2009
38.8
Playlist
Ash Like Snow by The Brilliant Green
At home. Running a fever. 38.8 when I last checked. Joints hurt. No running nose. No cough. Took medication a while back. Today is the second day. Went to Dr. Lee. I'm under observation. If the fever persists until Wednesday, I'll have to go for a blood test. No point testing now he says. He suspects that its dengue. That or a viral fever.
If its dengue, I'm so screwed. I'm missing Japanese. Work. Driving. There's SYF on Wednesday. My outing with the girls on Friday. CATS next Tuesday. SAT I next Saturday. Lousy timing huh? Yes. I've had dengue before. It lasts a long while. Your joints hurt like anything. I can eat anything I want, but I usually do not have much of an appetite when I'm ill with ever. I think its psychological. Simply because I do not have a flu which affects my taste perception. Food does not appeal to me when I'm unwell. My body works in strange ways. I dont understand, but at my age, you start to accept that your body has its own quirks. You either work around and with it, or you suffer. I'm no masochist. So guess which I pick?
Yeah. I'm killing time until I can sleep again. I'm spamming like 20 hours a day. My eyebags still wont go away. I have a nagging suspicion that its permanent. Oh well. This is notice to all my friends that if I'm ill. So yes. There will be a lag time for me to reply your SMS, phone calls, emails and the like. Those who have absolutely nothing to do can come visit me. I'm bored out of my wits. And I cant go out because I dont have the strength. Joint aches, remember? I will be at home rotting away. Trying to study for the SAT as I harbour hope that its a viral fever. Not like its likely.
"Everything seems like a distant dream..."
Ash Like Snow by The Brilliant Green
At home. Running a fever. 38.8 when I last checked. Joints hurt. No running nose. No cough. Took medication a while back. Today is the second day. Went to Dr. Lee. I'm under observation. If the fever persists until Wednesday, I'll have to go for a blood test. No point testing now he says. He suspects that its dengue. That or a viral fever.
If its dengue, I'm so screwed. I'm missing Japanese. Work. Driving. There's SYF on Wednesday. My outing with the girls on Friday. CATS next Tuesday. SAT I next Saturday. Lousy timing huh? Yes. I've had dengue before. It lasts a long while. Your joints hurt like anything. I can eat anything I want, but I usually do not have much of an appetite when I'm ill with ever. I think its psychological. Simply because I do not have a flu which affects my taste perception. Food does not appeal to me when I'm unwell. My body works in strange ways. I dont understand, but at my age, you start to accept that your body has its own quirks. You either work around and with it, or you suffer. I'm no masochist. So guess which I pick?
Yeah. I'm killing time until I can sleep again. I'm spamming like 20 hours a day. My eyebags still wont go away. I have a nagging suspicion that its permanent. Oh well. This is notice to all my friends that if I'm ill. So yes. There will be a lag time for me to reply your SMS, phone calls, emails and the like. Those who have absolutely nothing to do can come visit me. I'm bored out of my wits. And I cant go out because I dont have the strength. Joint aches, remember? I will be at home rotting away. Trying to study for the SAT as I harbour hope that its a viral fever. Not like its likely.
"Everything seems like a distant dream..."
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Deluhi
Playlist
Baby Play by Deluhi
Its official. I love Deluhi. デルヒ. Like. Adore. Admire. Am fangirling over them. So what if Leda/Yu-To cannot seem to get along with Juri. So what if the band is barely a year old? They are awesome. Great. Fabulous. I think they are considered of a higher tier. I know they rock.
First the facts. 4 members. All male. Juri ジュリ, vocals. Leda レダ, guitar. Aggy アギー, bass. Sujk スーク, drums. I shall not go into the long sob story of where they were from as all that matters is what they are doing now.
I typed this whole long thing, and Blogger died on me. I'm way to lazy to retype. You guys can just go to www.deluhi.com. And Youtube them. No way in hell am I going to retype all their releases, habits, hobbies etc all over again. Especially when its all online. Albeit scattered all over the Internet. I don't care.
The essence, is that they totally rock. Absolutely. 100 percent awesome. Pure love. I am far too lazy to promote them AGAIN. So yeah. This once long post has been reduced to such a pittance. Not my fault. Blame Blogger.
"Love given when sought is sweet,but sweeter still more when given unsought..."
Baby Play by Deluhi
Its official. I love Deluhi. デルヒ. Like. Adore. Admire. Am fangirling over them. So what if Leda/Yu-To cannot seem to get along with Juri. So what if the band is barely a year old? They are awesome. Great. Fabulous. I think they are considered of a higher tier. I know they rock.
First the facts. 4 members. All male. Juri ジュリ, vocals. Leda レダ, guitar. Aggy アギー, bass. Sujk スーク, drums. I shall not go into the long sob story of where they were from as all that matters is what they are doing now.
I typed this whole long thing, and Blogger died on me. I'm way to lazy to retype. You guys can just go to www.deluhi.com. And Youtube them. No way in hell am I going to retype all their releases, habits, hobbies etc all over again. Especially when its all online. Albeit scattered all over the Internet. I don't care.
The essence, is that they totally rock. Absolutely. 100 percent awesome. Pure love. I am far too lazy to promote them AGAIN. So yeah. This once long post has been reduced to such a pittance. Not my fault. Blame Blogger.
"Love given when sought is sweet,but sweeter still more when given unsought..."
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Incensed
Playlist
Hybrid Truth by Deluhi
This post is going to be a rant. Simply because I am extremely annoyed by certain things. I am tired, a little hungry and supremely cranky now, so I'm not going to play nice. This is a warning for those who wish to live in the illusion that I am a 'nice' girl. I'm socially gracious. Not your girl-next-door 'nice'. After all, I'm from 10 years of girls' school. I have a younger brother. I'm my father's daughter. I think the last is the most important factor. You have been warned.
I am sick and tired of people making assumptions about me. NO. I DO NOT GO OUT AND PLAY EVERYDAY. I have a DAY JOB. ADMIN. MY OFFICIAL HOURS ARE FROM 9AM TO 6PM MONDAYS TO THURSDAYS AND 9AM TO 5.30PM ON FRIDAYS. CALL ME AT WORK IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME. I DO WORK AT WORK. I"M NOT PERPETUALLY ON FACEBOOK. I am not gallivanting around the streets of Orchard Road. I HAVE JAPANESE LESSONS ON MONDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS. 8PM TO 10PM. I AM NOT CLUBBING, PUBBING NOR MAKING OUT WITH MEN/WOMEN AFTER WORK. I go straight home after my lessons. My lessons are at KOVAN. I take the NEL MRT line to Boon Keng. I HAVE DRIVING LESSONS ON SUNDAYS, USUALLY IN THE MORNING. After that, I clean the house in the afternoon. Sometimes, I head to the library after my driving lesson. I TUTOR MY BROTHER ON THURSDAYS AND FRIDAYS IN THE EVENING, 8PM TO 9PM. On certain Saturdays, my family has family dinners, so I effectively only have Tuesday evenings and Saturday morning to myself. I have to study for SATs as well as complete my Japanese homework. DOES MY LIFE SOUND LIKE A WALK IN THE PARK TO YOU???? Its slowed down now, but previously, I had to study for my Japanese test, Advanced Theory Test and fill up my university applications too. Think its easy? TRY IT!
I have had enough of assholes who think that I lead a charmed life. Yeah. I'm not poor, disabled, stupid nor fucking ugly. Nevertheless, it does not mean my life is all roses and pansies descending from the sky. HELLO??? Been reading too many fairytale stories? I have my problems. I have my difficulties. Just because I smile and behave graciously, you think I'm HAPPY? DAMN YOU. Which bloody planet are you from? There is something known as a social self. A public self. What you see IS NOT WHAT I AM. Have I lost you? Can't process anything more than the usual frivolity I blog about? Yeah. I blog about school, how tired I am, Visual Kei, my shrine, Laruku, Gackt, yadda yadda yadda. DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL THERE IS TO MY LIFE? HELL NO. Common sense would tell you that there is more. WAIT. I forgot. YOU LACK COMMON SENSE. Go and drown yourself in some far off and obscure body of salt water. Human garbage. Your existence is a blight upon this beautiful world.
I am disgusted by how pathetic people like you are. Parasites who live off squashing others. BASTARD. BITCH. I honestly think you are a freak of nature. Preaching to me? What nonsense. For your information, I am NOT AN IDIOT. I have a brain. I happen to use it. I LIKE USING MY BRAIN. To think. Process information. The usual. Oh, I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand, would you? Stop judging me based on your warped moral values. I am who I am. I'm not going to become someone you think is 'good' simply because of your criticism. This is my life. You're not the one who is going to wake up and see me in the mirror everyday. So fuck off. Stop interfering. Say what you will, but the truth is, you don't matter enough for me to do anything more than blog about your narcissm, foolishness, uselessness and lack of judgement. Unfortunate, but that is all there is to me. You are just the trigger. I had a barrage of complaints compounding within me. Just the combination of stupidity, stress, displeasure and hunger. Don't worry. Its not you. Its me. Don't kid yourself into believing that I actually care that much.
Ah. Shall continue my Deluhi spree~
"I purr not because I like you, but because I'm hungry..."
Hybrid Truth by Deluhi
This post is going to be a rant. Simply because I am extremely annoyed by certain things. I am tired, a little hungry and supremely cranky now, so I'm not going to play nice. This is a warning for those who wish to live in the illusion that I am a 'nice' girl. I'm socially gracious. Not your girl-next-door 'nice'. After all, I'm from 10 years of girls' school. I have a younger brother. I'm my father's daughter. I think the last is the most important factor. You have been warned.
I am sick and tired of people making assumptions about me. NO. I DO NOT GO OUT AND PLAY EVERYDAY. I have a DAY JOB. ADMIN. MY OFFICIAL HOURS ARE FROM 9AM TO 6PM MONDAYS TO THURSDAYS AND 9AM TO 5.30PM ON FRIDAYS. CALL ME AT WORK IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME. I DO WORK AT WORK. I"M NOT PERPETUALLY ON FACEBOOK. I am not gallivanting around the streets of Orchard Road. I HAVE JAPANESE LESSONS ON MONDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS. 8PM TO 10PM. I AM NOT CLUBBING, PUBBING NOR MAKING OUT WITH MEN/WOMEN AFTER WORK. I go straight home after my lessons. My lessons are at KOVAN. I take the NEL MRT line to Boon Keng. I HAVE DRIVING LESSONS ON SUNDAYS, USUALLY IN THE MORNING. After that, I clean the house in the afternoon. Sometimes, I head to the library after my driving lesson. I TUTOR MY BROTHER ON THURSDAYS AND FRIDAYS IN THE EVENING, 8PM TO 9PM. On certain Saturdays, my family has family dinners, so I effectively only have Tuesday evenings and Saturday morning to myself. I have to study for SATs as well as complete my Japanese homework. DOES MY LIFE SOUND LIKE A WALK IN THE PARK TO YOU???? Its slowed down now, but previously, I had to study for my Japanese test, Advanced Theory Test and fill up my university applications too. Think its easy? TRY IT!
I have had enough of assholes who think that I lead a charmed life. Yeah. I'm not poor, disabled, stupid nor fucking ugly. Nevertheless, it does not mean my life is all roses and pansies descending from the sky. HELLO??? Been reading too many fairytale stories? I have my problems. I have my difficulties. Just because I smile and behave graciously, you think I'm HAPPY? DAMN YOU. Which bloody planet are you from? There is something known as a social self. A public self. What you see IS NOT WHAT I AM. Have I lost you? Can't process anything more than the usual frivolity I blog about? Yeah. I blog about school, how tired I am, Visual Kei, my shrine, Laruku, Gackt, yadda yadda yadda. DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL THERE IS TO MY LIFE? HELL NO. Common sense would tell you that there is more. WAIT. I forgot. YOU LACK COMMON SENSE. Go and drown yourself in some far off and obscure body of salt water. Human garbage. Your existence is a blight upon this beautiful world.
I am disgusted by how pathetic people like you are. Parasites who live off squashing others. BASTARD. BITCH. I honestly think you are a freak of nature. Preaching to me? What nonsense. For your information, I am NOT AN IDIOT. I have a brain. I happen to use it. I LIKE USING MY BRAIN. To think. Process information. The usual. Oh, I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand, would you? Stop judging me based on your warped moral values. I am who I am. I'm not going to become someone you think is 'good' simply because of your criticism. This is my life. You're not the one who is going to wake up and see me in the mirror everyday. So fuck off. Stop interfering. Say what you will, but the truth is, you don't matter enough for me to do anything more than blog about your narcissm, foolishness, uselessness and lack of judgement. Unfortunate, but that is all there is to me. You are just the trigger. I had a barrage of complaints compounding within me. Just the combination of stupidity, stress, displeasure and hunger. Don't worry. Its not you. Its me. Don't kid yourself into believing that I actually care that much.
Ah. Shall continue my Deluhi spree~
"I purr not because I like you, but because I'm hungry..."
Monday, 13 April 2009
Cardinal
Playlist
Venom by Kato Kazuki
I was watching videos on Youtube. Like there is anything else we can do on Youtube. ANYWAY. I realised that my favourite band is L'Arc-en~Ciel while my favourite singer is Gackt. Yes. I ought to be stoned, thrown into a pit of venomous snakes and have my corpse desecrated upon. Yeah. How could I, a true blue Laruku fan actually say something so blasphemous?! Simple. Hyde is married. I really adore hyde. I have his face, as well as that of Laruku plastered all over my room. The first thing I see when I open my eyes first thing in the morning is hyde's face. Regardless, I'm not the type of girl who digs married men. Especially when they have a child. So yeah. Gackt it is.
I know hyde is an entertainer. Completely out of reach. I go completely berserk when I watch their lives. Yet, the moment I remember he is married, it feels as if a pail of cold water has just been emptied on me. All the enthusiasm just dies away. In real life, I have nothing against people who get divorced, fall in love outside marriage or fall in love with married people. I realise that love is fleeting, transient. Nevertheless, I instinctively shy away from people who are attached. Call it a leftover from the emotional disaster my parents showed me. I automatically avoid trying to create children like me. Not like I am likely to be the cause of any such household problem, but I just will NOT go there. Maybe it started in secondary school, where somewhere, somehow, I came across this idea that male friendships are much better than female friendships. From the perspective of someone who spent the first 10 years of her formal education in all girls' schools, it was absolutely absurd. All my good friends are female. My best friend is female. The guys outside my family are colleagues or classmates or acquaintances. None of them have made it into the good friend category. I decided to never do anything that would make my friends hate me. The cardinal girl rules:
1) Never date a guy prettier than you.
For the obvious reason of having less self-esteem problems. As well as less chances of him cheating on you.
2) Never date your friends' ex.
Personally, as one with a personality weird enough to have my family worried that I'll never ever date anyone, I do not think this is much of a concern. Yet,this is important. Yes, your friend will most probably tell you its ok. That the relationship is over anyway. That she doesn't like him anymore. Still, you never know how she really feels about the entire thing. Especially if their relationship was one which she felt did not work out due to a lack of communication. That there were things left unsaid. The worst possible scenario would be that she thinks you were the reason why the relationship did not work. Sticky things. I'd rather not be caught in all these.
Back to the topic of Youtube, I was most surprised to find out that Gackt shops at Maru Cho. I think thats how its spelled. The Singapore equivalent would be something like a One Dollar shop that sells produce as well. The astonishing thing is not how frugal he is. Its him spending 4 days to cook curry. I'm serious. He said so himself. Four days. One would think he had to hunt down the pig and slaughter it as well. Well, the video is here. Take a look. Laugh. Go watch more of Gackt's videos. They are hilarious. I think the Japanese are really hilarious on talk shows. They let themselves be themselves. Wish there were shows half as entertaining in Singapore. It might not be a good thing though. I was laughing so hard my brother said our neighbour would most probably call Woodbridge. I cant help it. It was superbly entertaining.
Have discovered another Visual Kei band, thanks to Queen. Its Deluhi. I have no idea what it represents, how many people there are... Think me and Vidoll at the beginning. Shall introduce them more if I have a sustained interest in their music. You know me. I'm picky. I'd rather not waste time researching about them if I'm only going to like them today. Also available on Youtube. Ah. The wonders of the Internet.
"Cosplay is a choice. My choice to be more than the person you see."
Venom by Kato Kazuki
I was watching videos on Youtube. Like there is anything else we can do on Youtube. ANYWAY. I realised that my favourite band is L'Arc-en~Ciel while my favourite singer is Gackt. Yes. I ought to be stoned, thrown into a pit of venomous snakes and have my corpse desecrated upon. Yeah. How could I, a true blue Laruku fan actually say something so blasphemous?! Simple. Hyde is married. I really adore hyde. I have his face, as well as that of Laruku plastered all over my room. The first thing I see when I open my eyes first thing in the morning is hyde's face. Regardless, I'm not the type of girl who digs married men. Especially when they have a child. So yeah. Gackt it is.
I know hyde is an entertainer. Completely out of reach. I go completely berserk when I watch their lives. Yet, the moment I remember he is married, it feels as if a pail of cold water has just been emptied on me. All the enthusiasm just dies away. In real life, I have nothing against people who get divorced, fall in love outside marriage or fall in love with married people. I realise that love is fleeting, transient. Nevertheless, I instinctively shy away from people who are attached. Call it a leftover from the emotional disaster my parents showed me. I automatically avoid trying to create children like me. Not like I am likely to be the cause of any such household problem, but I just will NOT go there. Maybe it started in secondary school, where somewhere, somehow, I came across this idea that male friendships are much better than female friendships. From the perspective of someone who spent the first 10 years of her formal education in all girls' schools, it was absolutely absurd. All my good friends are female. My best friend is female. The guys outside my family are colleagues or classmates or acquaintances. None of them have made it into the good friend category. I decided to never do anything that would make my friends hate me. The cardinal girl rules:
1) Never date a guy prettier than you.
For the obvious reason of having less self-esteem problems. As well as less chances of him cheating on you.
2) Never date your friends' ex.
Personally, as one with a personality weird enough to have my family worried that I'll never ever date anyone, I do not think this is much of a concern. Yet,this is important. Yes, your friend will most probably tell you its ok. That the relationship is over anyway. That she doesn't like him anymore. Still, you never know how she really feels about the entire thing. Especially if their relationship was one which she felt did not work out due to a lack of communication. That there were things left unsaid. The worst possible scenario would be that she thinks you were the reason why the relationship did not work. Sticky things. I'd rather not be caught in all these.
Back to the topic of Youtube, I was most surprised to find out that Gackt shops at Maru Cho. I think thats how its spelled. The Singapore equivalent would be something like a One Dollar shop that sells produce as well. The astonishing thing is not how frugal he is. Its him spending 4 days to cook curry. I'm serious. He said so himself. Four days. One would think he had to hunt down the pig and slaughter it as well. Well, the video is here. Take a look. Laugh. Go watch more of Gackt's videos. They are hilarious. I think the Japanese are really hilarious on talk shows. They let themselves be themselves. Wish there were shows half as entertaining in Singapore. It might not be a good thing though. I was laughing so hard my brother said our neighbour would most probably call Woodbridge. I cant help it. It was superbly entertaining.
Have discovered another Visual Kei band, thanks to Queen. Its Deluhi. I have no idea what it represents, how many people there are... Think me and Vidoll at the beginning. Shall introduce them more if I have a sustained interest in their music. You know me. I'm picky. I'd rather not waste time researching about them if I'm only going to like them today. Also available on Youtube. Ah. The wonders of the Internet.
"Cosplay is a choice. My choice to be more than the person you see."
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Trouble
Playlist
Trouble by VAMPS
Its awesome. So addictive. Yeah, it was by Shampoo I think. A British band. Made famous by being the theme song for Power Rangers. Us who belonged in the Power Rangers generation would know. I think I like Love Addict, Trouble and Time Goes By. I Gotta Kickstart Now is less... Infectious I would say. Lacks a certain something. I miss L'Arc-en~Ciel. Part of the Laruku feel is present in Trouble, but it seems almost repetitive. Like if you put all three songs into an album, you'd fall asleep all too soon. I honestly doubt its what hyde and KAZ are trying to do in VAMPS, so its kinda worrying. I'm a hardcore fan, but this is not enough. They can be much better. I believe in them. Anyway, hyde is so absolutely pretty in Trouble. I think he might even be prettier than the girl. Haha. Considering his age, gender, personality... I think he might find it an insult. Still, its the truth. He has the androgynous naughty schoolgirl look. The older he gets, the hotter he seems to become. Yes, I am not embarrassed of liking him.
Went for both NTU and SMU interview. I believe I shall hear from them in May. Not sure if either will accept me. NUS, as usual, is slow. Its making me worry that they have lost my application. Still... I know how NUS works. I just think its them being slow again. Sigh. Its bad for my nerves. HAHA. I make myself sound like some jittery school girl. Not exactly an accurate description of myself, no? Still, when its very future at stake, we are all entitled to hysterics and nervous ramble. Normal. Well, at least it was, the last time I checked.
There is this pervasive sense of emptiness. I'm not sure why. I thought I had resolved it by finding gainful employment, by engaging in my hobbies. I've been reading more books, doing more homework, resting more... Taking things at my pace. Yet, I have no inner peace to show for it. It is not that I lack material necessities. Maybe I need a religion. Maybe I need to find love. Maybe I need a new life. I think I need a new life. Something is definitely wrong with the way I do things now. I lack a greater purpose. Its not something that I can hide under rock music and cosplay. Its something that bleeds out and corrupts. I need to exterminate this discontentment. Urgently. I need to improve myself.
"忘れなくないの一瞬に。。。”
Trouble by VAMPS
Its awesome. So addictive. Yeah, it was by Shampoo I think. A British band. Made famous by being the theme song for Power Rangers. Us who belonged in the Power Rangers generation would know. I think I like Love Addict, Trouble and Time Goes By. I Gotta Kickstart Now is less... Infectious I would say. Lacks a certain something. I miss L'Arc-en~Ciel. Part of the Laruku feel is present in Trouble, but it seems almost repetitive. Like if you put all three songs into an album, you'd fall asleep all too soon. I honestly doubt its what hyde and KAZ are trying to do in VAMPS, so its kinda worrying. I'm a hardcore fan, but this is not enough. They can be much better. I believe in them. Anyway, hyde is so absolutely pretty in Trouble. I think he might even be prettier than the girl. Haha. Considering his age, gender, personality... I think he might find it an insult. Still, its the truth. He has the androgynous naughty schoolgirl look. The older he gets, the hotter he seems to become. Yes, I am not embarrassed of liking him.
Went for both NTU and SMU interview. I believe I shall hear from them in May. Not sure if either will accept me. NUS, as usual, is slow. Its making me worry that they have lost my application. Still... I know how NUS works. I just think its them being slow again. Sigh. Its bad for my nerves. HAHA. I make myself sound like some jittery school girl. Not exactly an accurate description of myself, no? Still, when its very future at stake, we are all entitled to hysterics and nervous ramble. Normal. Well, at least it was, the last time I checked.
There is this pervasive sense of emptiness. I'm not sure why. I thought I had resolved it by finding gainful employment, by engaging in my hobbies. I've been reading more books, doing more homework, resting more... Taking things at my pace. Yet, I have no inner peace to show for it. It is not that I lack material necessities. Maybe I need a religion. Maybe I need to find love. Maybe I need a new life. I think I need a new life. Something is definitely wrong with the way I do things now. I lack a greater purpose. Its not something that I can hide under rock music and cosplay. Its something that bleeds out and corrupts. I need to exterminate this discontentment. Urgently. I need to improve myself.
"忘れなくないの一瞬に。。。”
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Metal
Playlist
Whirring of the CPU
I watched Detroit Metal City (デトロイト・メタル・シティ） yesterday at Plaza Singapura. It was fantastic. Hilariously vulgar. Spastically sweet. Sacrily funny. The actors are good. Especially Kenichi Matsuyama and Yasuko Matsuyuki. He is L from Deathnote, and she is Yasuko Hanaoka from Suspect X and Ritsuko Ogawara from Helen the Baby Fox. I was wondering how the hell Negishi Soichi could be L, but the moment I heard his voice, I knew. After all, you cant fool a seiyuu fangal who picks up the voice of her favourite seiyuu out of 15 people singing. You can fool me visually, but never from the voice. HAHAHA. Anyhow, I was laughing so hard in the cinema, I forgot what I was laughing at. Maybe at how Krauser is so different from Negishi. Maybe at how Negishi might be bipolar. Maybe at how absolutely petrified they are of their Boss. Maybe at how wonderfully sharp his mother is. Maybe at the sight of a death metal singer driving a tractor, eating at the table, petting Shigime, cutting grass... The poor kids in カワイ音楽室 when he was calling Aikawa in his metal get up and scaring the little girl. I cant imagine that the Power Rangers are fans! Changing the kanji 殺 to the English 'KILL' so that Jack understands him. I think the garnish of the movie are his fans. I can understand the wacko feeling. Believe me, if hyde or Gackt was in front of me... I'd be exactly the same. Screaming, professing my love, fainting, creating seriously weird explanations for their behaviour... Did I mention screaming? HAHA. In these dark economic times, we all need a movie like DMC. I mean, you thought your boss was bad? HAH. Meet Boss. Dominatrix, slave-driver who is violent, vulgar and a chain-smoker. Think your life sucks? Bet its not as bad as Negishi's. I can go on and on about DMC. Just go watch it. Its great.
I passed my driving Advaced Theory Test. So my practical test will be on July 28th. Seems like quite a while to go. Haha. I'm sorta nervous. I think I should do ok...
"Give me more, because I desire infinity and beyond..."
Whirring of the CPU
I watched Detroit Metal City (デトロイト・メタル・シティ） yesterday at Plaza Singapura. It was fantastic. Hilariously vulgar. Spastically sweet. Sacrily funny. The actors are good. Especially Kenichi Matsuyama and Yasuko Matsuyuki. He is L from Deathnote, and she is Yasuko Hanaoka from Suspect X and Ritsuko Ogawara from Helen the Baby Fox. I was wondering how the hell Negishi Soichi could be L, but the moment I heard his voice, I knew. After all, you cant fool a seiyuu fangal who picks up the voice of her favourite seiyuu out of 15 people singing. You can fool me visually, but never from the voice. HAHAHA. Anyhow, I was laughing so hard in the cinema, I forgot what I was laughing at. Maybe at how Krauser is so different from Negishi. Maybe at how Negishi might be bipolar. Maybe at how absolutely petrified they are of their Boss. Maybe at how wonderfully sharp his mother is. Maybe at the sight of a death metal singer driving a tractor, eating at the table, petting Shigime, cutting grass... The poor kids in カワイ音楽室 when he was calling Aikawa in his metal get up and scaring the little girl. I cant imagine that the Power Rangers are fans! Changing the kanji 殺 to the English 'KILL' so that Jack understands him. I think the garnish of the movie are his fans. I can understand the wacko feeling. Believe me, if hyde or Gackt was in front of me... I'd be exactly the same. Screaming, professing my love, fainting, creating seriously weird explanations for their behaviour... Did I mention screaming? HAHA. In these dark economic times, we all need a movie like DMC. I mean, you thought your boss was bad? HAH. Meet Boss. Dominatrix, slave-driver who is violent, vulgar and a chain-smoker. Think your life sucks? Bet its not as bad as Negishi's. I can go on and on about DMC. Just go watch it. Its great.
I passed my driving Advaced Theory Test. So my practical test will be on July 28th. Seems like quite a while to go. Haha. I'm sorta nervous. I think I should do ok...
"Give me more, because I desire infinity and beyond..."
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Approaching
Playlist
Pride by HIGH AND MIGHTY COLOUR
WOW. It feels really good to finish the USP essay. Yeah, I still have my self-description that needs to be completed, but getting the load of the essay of my shoulders feels SO good. Like sitting down after walking all day. Like taking a bath after exercise. 気持ちですね！Shall tackle my self-description tomorrow.
I just realised that I'll most probably never run away from home. I mean, there are so many things that I love at home. There's my darling, my wind chime, my shrine, my CDs, my books, my clothes, my chocolate stash... The list goes on. I mean, I might move out, but I'll never fly away from home without a thought. Too much at stake. I guess it just shows how much I'm tied to home. Its a double-edged thing.
Went for the SMU interview. It was enjoyable. And dare I say, fun? I liked the environment when we were interacting with the professors. It felt like Literature with Whitby all over again. Ok. Maybe not THAT fun. About 70% of Literature with Whitby. Way better than I expected. I dont mind getting into SMU at all. I used to have this rather negative impression of the place, partially fueled by my cousin and MBA. Yet, after the session... It would not be the end of the world. Yes, fees are scary. Its in town where food is expensive. CCA is like... Urgh. Yet... If I enjoy myself, I think it might be worth it. After all, what more is important than for us to enjoy ourselves? I'm not sure if all these are but a front, but as of now... I shall wait.
I've recently been hooked on Facebook games. Namely Restaurant City and Pet Society. I like seeing my pet, Kurei. He laughs when I clean him. Giggles when I brush him. Dances when I start the application. Sleeps curled when I ignore him... I love him. For obvious reasons that have nothing to do with the name. In Restaurant City, I like working my friends to death to earn money and level up my shop. HAHA. No, I'm not sadistic. Its just really cute. Play the game if you dont believe me. If you're not particular about logging in every day, its great to kill some time. The more brainy stuff is like Word Challenge and Geo Challenge. All of these do not take much time. Just Flash player and you're good to go.
Japanese lessons are starting to be tough. No longer able to rely on my knowledge from random anime and manga and Japanese songs. Its the complex sentences as well as dictionary and polite forms. If anything, Japanese pop culture is uncouth. Think common everyday slang. Not the stuff you type into a school report. So yeah. I can no longer just scrape by, but need to really study from now on. Or I'll flunk. THE HORROR! Oh yeah. For your information, I scored a 89 upon 100 for my Elementary One test. So I'm not lousy.
On the topic of tests, by driving advanced theory is on Wednesday. I have yet to finish studying. SAT is on MAY 2nd. I so need to hit the books.
"Regardless of what is to come to pass, all that matters is that I have enjoyed the times that have passed. What more can I ask for, in my short and feeble existence?"
Pride by HIGH AND MIGHTY COLOUR
WOW. It feels really good to finish the USP essay. Yeah, I still have my self-description that needs to be completed, but getting the load of the essay of my shoulders feels SO good. Like sitting down after walking all day. Like taking a bath after exercise. 気持ちですね！Shall tackle my self-description tomorrow.
I just realised that I'll most probably never run away from home. I mean, there are so many things that I love at home. There's my darling, my wind chime, my shrine, my CDs, my books, my clothes, my chocolate stash... The list goes on. I mean, I might move out, but I'll never fly away from home without a thought. Too much at stake. I guess it just shows how much I'm tied to home. Its a double-edged thing.
Went for the SMU interview. It was enjoyable. And dare I say, fun? I liked the environment when we were interacting with the professors. It felt like Literature with Whitby all over again. Ok. Maybe not THAT fun. About 70% of Literature with Whitby. Way better than I expected. I dont mind getting into SMU at all. I used to have this rather negative impression of the place, partially fueled by my cousin and MBA. Yet, after the session... It would not be the end of the world. Yes, fees are scary. Its in town where food is expensive. CCA is like... Urgh. Yet... If I enjoy myself, I think it might be worth it. After all, what more is important than for us to enjoy ourselves? I'm not sure if all these are but a front, but as of now... I shall wait.
I've recently been hooked on Facebook games. Namely Restaurant City and Pet Society. I like seeing my pet, Kurei. He laughs when I clean him. Giggles when I brush him. Dances when I start the application. Sleeps curled when I ignore him... I love him. For obvious reasons that have nothing to do with the name. In Restaurant City, I like working my friends to death to earn money and level up my shop. HAHA. No, I'm not sadistic. Its just really cute. Play the game if you dont believe me. If you're not particular about logging in every day, its great to kill some time. The more brainy stuff is like Word Challenge and Geo Challenge. All of these do not take much time. Just Flash player and you're good to go.
Japanese lessons are starting to be tough. No longer able to rely on my knowledge from random anime and manga and Japanese songs. Its the complex sentences as well as dictionary and polite forms. If anything, Japanese pop culture is uncouth. Think common everyday slang. Not the stuff you type into a school report. So yeah. I can no longer just scrape by, but need to really study from now on. Or I'll flunk. THE HORROR! Oh yeah. For your information, I scored a 89 upon 100 for my Elementary One test. So I'm not lousy.
On the topic of tests, by driving advanced theory is on Wednesday. I have yet to finish studying. SAT is on MAY 2nd. I so need to hit the books.
"Regardless of what is to come to pass, all that matters is that I have enjoyed the times that have passed. What more can I ask for, in my short and feeble existence?"
Friday, 3 April 2009
US + P
Playlist
Construction next door
I'm at home today. Interview at SMU later. I'm nervous. Not the visible type, but the palms are wet type. Its this slow creeping sense that you are totally running out of time. Furthermore, I have not read the paper in ages. Out of date for current affairs. My family does not subscribe to the paper. And recently, I think I'm suffering from social withdrawal symptoms. I hardly go out with my friends, I dont post on the threads, I'm not blogging regularly, the number of SMSes I send has been reduced... In short, I'm turning into a semi-hermit.
I hate this blog format. I cant change the font to Trebuchet. I hate this font, whatever it is. It looks nothing like a blog post, but rather, like some application essay. Yes. Application essay blanks have this default font. Exhaustive in that you have to reformat everything when you copy your essay from Word to the blank, as well as how all the words are flat and small and absolutely lacking in aesthetic appeal. As you can tell, I'm rambling. I think its due to a lack of nutrition today. had one measly slice of bread some 5 hours ago. I'm not one of those girls, or guys, who think they are rabbits and try to survive on lettuce and water. I need proper food. Think carbohydrates, proteins and even fats. I believe in food being food. Not like... Eh. Vegetables all the way. Or just juice. Or just meat. We need a balanced intake. Even when I diet for photo shoots, its modified. No matter how good Vivi claims South Beach is, I think I dislike it enough to alter it into something more enjoyable, if a more sinful.
My USP essay has been rewritten 6 times. As in, rehashed. Not edit. I've edited it so many times I lost count. The topic is still the same, but I've been playing around with changing the focus, as well as the depth of my analysis. If I do get into USP with my current essay, I owe someone lunch. Yes, you. Haha. I mean what I say on MSN. While we are ahead, I would like to thank the following people for being so nice to me during this turbulent times of essay writing.
My brother, for not complaining too much when I hog the computer. The poor kid even had to swap rooms with me. I love you for being such a sweet kid. My dad and mum for not really reinforcing their threat to turn off the computer power supply. I know I spend a REALLY LONG time. Will go back to my maximum-of-3-hours-a-week usage soon. Next are my colleagues. Thanks for turning a blind eye to my essay writing during office hours. Especially Jason, for helping me to proofread. I had no idea he liked L'Arc~en-Ciel! And Glay! I promise I'll stop saying that you are old. And NO. I am NEITHER a scruffy dog NOR Tinkerbell. HAHA. Vivi, for helping me with my essay flow and CHeJ for giving me direction. Without them, I think my essay wont even be trash bin worthy, not to mention USP. Finally... The same gang of people who I always complain to. Who always give me moral support, entertainment and lotsa love. I love you guys too!
This sounds like some Oscar speech. And I'm not even sure if I'm getting into the programme. HECK. They made the effort for me anyway.
"I struggle because I do not wish to die. I fight because I do not wish to live a half-life. I am who I am because I can be no other."
Construction next door
I'm at home today. Interview at SMU later. I'm nervous. Not the visible type, but the palms are wet type. Its this slow creeping sense that you are totally running out of time. Furthermore, I have not read the paper in ages. Out of date for current affairs. My family does not subscribe to the paper. And recently, I think I'm suffering from social withdrawal symptoms. I hardly go out with my friends, I dont post on the threads, I'm not blogging regularly, the number of SMSes I send has been reduced... In short, I'm turning into a semi-hermit.
I hate this blog format. I cant change the font to Trebuchet. I hate this font, whatever it is. It looks nothing like a blog post, but rather, like some application essay. Yes. Application essay blanks have this default font. Exhaustive in that you have to reformat everything when you copy your essay from Word to the blank, as well as how all the words are flat and small and absolutely lacking in aesthetic appeal. As you can tell, I'm rambling. I think its due to a lack of nutrition today. had one measly slice of bread some 5 hours ago. I'm not one of those girls, or guys, who think they are rabbits and try to survive on lettuce and water. I need proper food. Think carbohydrates, proteins and even fats. I believe in food being food. Not like... Eh. Vegetables all the way. Or just juice. Or just meat. We need a balanced intake. Even when I diet for photo shoots, its modified. No matter how good Vivi claims South Beach is, I think I dislike it enough to alter it into something more enjoyable, if a more sinful.
My USP essay has been rewritten 6 times. As in, rehashed. Not edit. I've edited it so many times I lost count. The topic is still the same, but I've been playing around with changing the focus, as well as the depth of my analysis. If I do get into USP with my current essay, I owe someone lunch. Yes, you. Haha. I mean what I say on MSN. While we are ahead, I would like to thank the following people for being so nice to me during this turbulent times of essay writing.
My brother, for not complaining too much when I hog the computer. The poor kid even had to swap rooms with me. I love you for being such a sweet kid. My dad and mum for not really reinforcing their threat to turn off the computer power supply. I know I spend a REALLY LONG time. Will go back to my maximum-of-3-hours-a-week usage soon. Next are my colleagues. Thanks for turning a blind eye to my essay writing during office hours. Especially Jason, for helping me to proofread. I had no idea he liked L'Arc~en-Ciel! And Glay! I promise I'll stop saying that you are old. And NO. I am NEITHER a scruffy dog NOR Tinkerbell. HAHA. Vivi, for helping me with my essay flow and CHeJ for giving me direction. Without them, I think my essay wont even be trash bin worthy, not to mention USP. Finally... The same gang of people who I always complain to. Who always give me moral support, entertainment and lotsa love. I love you guys too!
This sounds like some Oscar speech. And I'm not even sure if I'm getting into the programme. HECK. They made the effort for me anyway.
"I struggle because I do not wish to die. I fight because I do not wish to live a half-life. I am who I am because I can be no other."
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