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[08 Sep 2005|04:17pm] |
ON HIATUS
I don't know for how long.
All I know is that I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I'll still read my friends' pages loyally. Just don't expect any happy-bappy entries for the time being. I'm tired of keeping up a front for people now.
I'll be posting in another more private blog/journal/xanga. Ta for now.
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[07 Sep 2005|09:50pm] |
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...when women get pissed, the women go drinking.
bad choice to drink white wine on a grumpy disposition.
..dammit I'm quite red now. feeling quite rubbishy now too. boo.
so nobody cares about how I have been feeling lah huh?
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[07 Sep 2005|03:33pm] |
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I ran my fingers through my hair and like, 5 strands came off at one go. I'm like freaking out because I've been having hair breakage/hair fall problems lately.
is there any
reasons why this is happening?
tips to help?
Even if you're not on my friend's list you still can post comments ok?
Really feeling kinda worried..
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[06 Sep 2005|02:47am] |
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webcomics to keep you entertained at night :
(now you know why i always sleep at 3am lah)
as a forewarning all links will open in new window so please don't curse and swear when it happens
o1----gwaaaaa - website of local artist ____?____ (pls help me fill in blank) who draws mostly fantasy-esque things. I mean, check this out:
so nice right! *moony eyes* if this isn't talent then I don't know what is already.
I love her drawing style and have been trying for yonks to emulate her. But as I got caught up in the whirl of biotechnologeeeee I lost all my skills to draw a basic human figure. cheebye. (and yes, gwaaaaaa is the title of her website.)
o2----The Students' Sketchpad - blog of 2 JC students who originated from kantang school ACS(i), who basically mock/spoof their, erm, more kantangish counterparts and the girls from SCGS, MGS who worship the godly males that are Anglo Chinese Boys (OffTopic: I've always wondered about their awesomeness; I've dated one or two but they're okay only lah); a sidenote though, the Roxy-toting kantang-eaters totally go for you if you mentioned (with a bit of American Slang) that you're from the Barker contingent rather than the Dover one. The content is A+++ but what's shocking is that, their drawing skills are not that bad after all! Makes you wonder whether they've been mugging for their Prelims or not, hmmmm?
An example of what I found supremely funny: PokeMaid!
NOTE: I said the GIRLS from SCGS and MGS. I never said, ALL THE GIRLS. I know I have some friends from SCGS, and I love you all, & I never meant to say that you're a kantang AC-boy-chasing roxy-toting girl. So don't come and bite me ah.
o3----Return to Sender- it's a kooky, offbeat comic that is down in only (as far as I can remember) blue, black and white. however, the artwork is awesome, the plot is good. In fact, the relationship between Often and Colette often (heehee pun intended) reminds me of Andrew and me, but that's another matter altogether. The only problem is that it hasn't been updated in yonks, and the story is left dangling. meh. A sample of the drawing:
check out who's got (literally) the short end of the stick, lol
o4----The Tenkay commotion- The colours are vibrant, the style delicious, I really can't ask for anything else - but DDR? Hell yeah, sign me up for it man! In Singapore DDR only belonged to the thriving specie called the bengseng sapiens or the lianhuay sapiens where they hang out for hours on aimless afternoons dancing and stomping on plexiglass arrows with an arrogant, mouth-skewed look on their faces. I can still remember the days when I stared at my friend dancing(stomping?) effortlessly to Butterfly on DDR. But in this webcomic, DDR is an entire league on its own, with COOL stamped over it probably a thousand times. A good thing about this is that its 10 chapters (called stages in this webcomic) are all down, so you don't have to be like me and wait excruciatingly long for the updates.
o5----Your Wings are Mine- If you're one who can stomach yaoi (which basically means this webcomic contains pretty boys gheying over each other), and even love the idea of bishounen looking teary-eyed and lovelorn, well this one's for you! Drawn with clean, manga-inspired lines, this webcomic has more love triangles and teary bishoujo/bishounens than a Mediacorp Channel 8 drama serial. It's hard to detail the story and besides, I don't like to ruin the story with my own definition of it, so if you're really hard-pressed to know the story, read the goddamned webcomic and stop reading this. Heh.
o6----The Adventures of Pudding - A webcomic about an Air-hostess who shares the same love for Hisashi. 'nuff said.
(just kidding, the artwork is good! and I bet you didn't expect an air stewardess to be able to draw like that.)
o7----[Fuzzy] Animal Farm - of course, I shouldn't forget a friend's very own webcomic! It's called Fuzzy Animal Farm, which, according to the blurb on the site itself, is "your PG or RA(18) version of Toy Story". And even though the artwork looks like it was drawn by a primary school kid on MS Paint, the content makes up for it. In fact, you shouldn't be reading about it right here, you should be reading the comic now!
on a completely irrelevant sidenote....I should really be sleeping now. but since I took an extremely long nap just now, I really feel like just shitting it and not sleeping until post-prac laters. Hmm. decisions, decisions.
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| what I've been up to these couple of days |
[02 Sep 2005|12:12am] |
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for 27.50$, art friend is your friend
( more.. )
the graffitti in the national library commemorating Writers' Fest
4th floor, 6pm.
psst, the reason why I'm a lil' better than the last emo post was because..
Daddy's flown off to Hongkong on wednesday, and Peace creakily regained its throne once again.
I appreciate the care and concern generated. much love to you all. *muah*
psst II, I love the National Library. I managed to score Neil Gaiman's Smoke & Mirrors, his collection of short stories. I loved Sandman to the death and it's a pity I only started on the rest of his works after he came to Singapore in July(?).
I also managed to get Anne Rice's Queen of the Damned, but the price to pay was the hefty library fine of $12. (apparently one book racked up 7 bucks worth of fines; don't ask) :(
I spent a lot this last 3 days. ): poor liao lah.
if anyone can point me to where I can source cheap black shirts, I'll be eternally grateful.
and for the record (I heard from zhi some people were asking), I was attached to LBJ lab of IMCB, Biopolis.
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[31 Aug 2005|12:39pm] |
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emo issues aside, I'm in the school computer lab.
me and my other 2 pals are being surrounded by an unknown specie of students who, surprisingly on the last week of school, HAVE NOTHING TO DO. Hence they're in the lab, sending inane one-liners to each other on MSN. So exciting!
Plus, there's a bunch of geeks who came up to my friend to discuss in great length the finer details of a guild in Ultima?WoW?Maple?(to be honest, I don't give a damn). Apparently he loves the game so much, he has to share it in a voice so loud I wanted to stuff my mouse down his throat. I appreciate the occasional geek fangirling over a game, but I do not need to hear the many strategies plotted by the creme de la creme of the goddamned guild! I think that's why very few women are involved in war. (the ones I can think of now are Joan of Arc, and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) prawninator)
And now even though each cubicle is mere inches apart from each other, along with the additional fact that the computer lab is only that big, they're yelling loudly at each other. (heard:"EH LUNCH HOW AH?!") I think they should sue their hearing aid manufacturer because it's not working shit for those deaf numbnuts.
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[30 Aug 2005|03:14am] |
do you know how sad it is to see both your parents, one sleeping on the couch, the other on a swivel chair, both refusing to sleep on the bed that unites them together?
I really can't stop crying.
All these academic stress...
it really pales in comparison with family problems
I'm so sick of this society.
Everything is education, money, more education and more money. All I just want is an intact family who'll grow old together without any major fuss and conflict.
Everytime I see my mother trying to reach out to him
it pains me so much, I really want to cry out for her sake
cry her tears for her, if it could only take away her pain.
It took her so much courage to come to terms about his unfaithfulness, yet she never stopped giving
because she was afraid that an uneducated woman like her
wouldn't be able to provide for her 3 daughters.
She withstood his name-calling and hid at stairwells to avoid the quarrel from further escalating.
Everytime she tells me these I feel so lost and empty and helpless.
I'm willing to give up this glorious house, this stupid laptop just for her to be happy. I'm willing to burn my birkenstocks if it can make my dad come back. I'm willing to do it. I'm sick of this pain, this tip-toeing on eggshells whenever he's around. I'm sick of this awkwardness, this nervousness my mom adopts whenever he's around, calling me to come back early so the house won't seem so empty to him, so that someone will be at home to welcome him.
Sobbing like an idiot, praying like a mad child
I feel the pain just looking at my parents sleep.
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[28 Aug 2005|03:54am] |
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While feeling rotten and waiting for my hair to dry at 3am in the morning, I decided to play the Girl from Ipanema.
The vocals kept sounding familiar to me, then it struck me: IT WAS LISA ONO!
Mmm mm good! Booted up the familiar downloading client and started downloading bossa, latin jazz, even salsa!
Love love! *thumbs up*
The Boyfriend was hungover yesterday night due to Brandon's bombastic birthday blowout (literally - I heard that everyone blew chunks) and he was pretty out of it - he was sending weird but sweet messages over the mobile today morning, but the smell! Urgh! Don't ever drink Southern Comfort with Vodka, and wash it down with beer, that's all I can say.
He then lugged me to Esplanade at night for dinner (torn jeans and all :\) and the Makasutra food thingy beside it was good! The queue was bitch-ass though, waited like eons and I grew a white beard before any food was brought before me. Got gastric in the end, grarrrrrrr. Caught a glimpse of the very very very old band Heritage performing a gig, they're good! (to me, anybody who can play an instrument is good lah)
Daddum's back from HK, and he got me more Aeropostale shorts! :D *squees* And I found out I can wear sizes 9/10 - 13/14. I have weird hips =\
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[24 Aug 2005|10:39am] |
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it's 10.30 fricking am and I'm supposed to meet my project coordinator at 11am. Woot!
I'm aching all over. But as the lactic acid spreads through the muscles I feel a deep sense of (masochistic?) pride that I pushed myself hard during gym yesterday. I looked myself in the mirror yesterday and saw how much I've shrunk; it's no wonder everybody keeps exclaiming how much weight I've lost. But along with the weight I've lost I've also lost my strength - I can barely pull down the tricep curl bar. ): More work for me!
the Boyfriend and I decided to take a run, but after so long of not exercising we chose the wrong route, nearly tripped and bashed our teeth on the cracked and uneven concrete, plus there was a thousand mosquitoes baying for our blood. So we U-turned and went back to where we started, embarrassingly. But surprisingly, after the body's warmed up it was pretty nice running - which is a sport I hate with a vengence. I think the cold weather was a plus too..never felt so good running..even if it was like for 5 minutes. *sighs*
I also have a balaku (read: bump) the size of a lychee on my forehead. I got it for a hilarious reason I would prefer not to divulge because it simply is too embarrassing.
And look at this!
Little under-11s training for rugby! Look at that one at the back, he looks like a ninja turtle! SO CUTE RIGHT!
Cirque du Soleil (Circus of the Sun - I love it when I can read and translate french) is coming into town. So is Stomp. Arrgghhhh. It's amazing that during these 19 years of my life I have never watched a proper play, musical or even a circus troupe. Le sigghh.
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[22 Aug 2005|09:52pm] |
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my birks bring all the boys to the yard
damn right, it's better than yours
[[ gizeh pop energy + M.A.C Nail Lacquer in Feelin' Blue
= reasons why online shopping is my <3]]
( ______snappysnapsnap______ )
p/s : A shoutout to Audrey, who turned a year wiser yesterday! Happy birthday darling!
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[19 Aug 2005|11:24am] |
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http://benglish.kennysia.com/?add=http://www.livejournal.com/~f_eye
kenny sia's benglish translator! HAHAHAHAHA
"Gim jit, while randomly scrolling down the list of offline peepur in my lan jiao MSN Messenger List, Limpeh spotted my lan jiao ex-crush's name, which said something like "wa si alone no more". (for my lan jiao secondary skoo friends: yeah lah yeah lah!! go ahead and laff at me, BAH!)
Being the typical, kaypo auntie from the HDB block, Limpeh went to check that chao ah beng's friendster. True enough! That kanina was attached already. (but the ger flen like...very gina leh.)
NABEH!
Limpeh am hua hee for him, budden hor, Limpeh guess there was always a part of limpeh that neber managed to let go of the fact that the cheebye kia didn't reciprocate the feelings Limpeh had for him. It wasn't part of the affection Limpeh used to harbour against him, because Limpeh know that Limpeh donch like the lan jiao face any liao"
HAHAHAHA, I laughed like mad at the madness of it all..
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the Boyfriend is still sleeping at this hour. It's amazing how he can go back to sleep even after I poke him to check if he's still alive. And he snores louder than a lawnmower. Or even a tractor. I poked him awake to check if he was going school and he was mumbling "Mrr? Gahwuhefjskah," before going back to sleep. (-_-;;)
*surrenders*
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[18 Aug 2005|08:06pm] |
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my pet peeves:
- people doing things behind my back & being very obvious about keeping a secret behind me
- people looking/feeling awkward around me
- hearing the sounds of mastication
- even worse, seeing the actions of mastication
- being in an elevator and forced to make small talk
- people who comment about "omg, i never study for tmr's test leh/I never do past year paper loh" in class behind me when it's pretty bloody obvious he's been mugging like a good little nerd for the past 10 years.
- diva-like behavior from anybody (siblings included)
Worst one of all:
- seeing all of this in one day
KNN! Some assholes just never know how and when to shut up or act appreciative for once.
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this past week has been...challenging? to say the very, very least. I'm exhausted.
yawn. Managed to get Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven from the Boyfriend. Sometimes, I wonder what tastes I have for music..
Sometimes, I also wonder why people have to resort to betrayal, infidelities and bastardization of his own character just to tear down another person into little, little pieces..
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[15 Aug 2005|12:44pm] |
Well! One presentation down. I am filled with the fuzzy feeling of relief at seeing something done and abolished. The stress monster is slowly backing down now as the weeks progress, but it still trails at my back doggedly.
I'm now operating on 4 hours' worth of sleep, I was plagued by the menstrual cramps yesterday (and no, unlike some of my livejournal friends I refuse to divulge any graphic details about it) and couldn't sleep well despite the fucked up sleeping schedule that I had the previous day. I lay in a blissful sleep-in 1 hour after my alarm rang, and for that, I had to rush around like a twat looking sweaty and flustered.
Daddy swung by in Singapore and was the usual terror he always and forever will be. I guess this will be the price comfortably-well off children have to pay. Yeah, he gets the bills paid and the roof over our heads intact. He gets the books stuffed into our craniums. I get a laptop because he cinches million-dollar deals in Paris, Hongkong, Brussels, China, blah de blah blah.
And for that, we have to endure half-crazed temper tantrums, damaged furniture and a secret fear of conflicts and arguments.
Hmm. My shoulders are aching.
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[12 Aug 2005|05:22pm] |
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Today, while randomly scrolling down the list of offline people in my MSN Messenger List, I spotted my ex-crush's name, which said something like "I'm alone no more". (for my secondary school friends: yeah lah yeah lah!! go ahead and laff at me, BAH!)
Being the typical, kaypo auntie from the HDB block, I went to check his friendster. True enough! He was attached already. (but the girlfriend like...very gina leh.)
I am happy for him, but I guess there was always a part of me that never managed to let go of the fact that he didn't reciprocate the feelings I had for him. It wasn't part of the affection I used to harbour against him, because I know that I don't like him anymore. 不服气吧？it's like,难道我不够好吗？haha..
Ever since I was 13, I've always admired the people who've got the courage to confess to their crush, because it not only takes up a great deal of courage to tell the truth, it also takes a lot of thick-skinnedness to take the ego-beating when the object of your affections decides you're not good enough for them. It's hard to explain, but I always beat myself down whenever I have a crush on somebody, telling myself I'm not good enough or he won't notice me, perhaps to stop giving myself hope?
And I guess nothing can beat the exhilarating thrill of a crush, when you feel so much affection for a person you think of nothing but him all the time. I think I was the only silly one to actually lie in bed and fantasize about being in a nice sweet relationship with my crush before I dropped off to sleep.
But I never did anything about my crushes, I let them wear off and I didn't obsess about them, maybe because I didn't want to get into a relationship into a guy I admired from afar, because when you get closer and understand him more, the aura gets rubbed off and you start seeing his flaws. Nothing's more fun than guessing, "does he like me? does he?" anyway. (:
I'd like to title this :I overmaxed my contrast button
I haven't sketched in yonks man..
Victoria's Secrets' models are
great for figure sketching!
*大拇指UP* lol
(:
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during my 3 hour break got shouted at by a stupid TSO. NAHBEH LAR! I work at IMCB also never gana screwed for wearing slippers and no labcoat!!! Somemore we working in a bloody FUME HOOD, so you don't come here and point point say, "I don't want you to contaminate my lab hor!"
Minghui said even with her back turned she could hear me rolling my eyes when I tried to apologise.. Sheesh...The TSO think we year 1 year 2 easy to bluff is it? Nahbeh! Lao niang show her how I used to do cell culture in IMCB then she know. *brandishes fist*
Stupid bitch..I told Mh if we bad luck enough, sekali the TSO for FYP is her. Then Mh said,"Wha! If she liddat I dun care lor I wanna change TSO, change to Jonah *beam*." Now I know why she become Leadership Training Coordinator, because she is guai-lan enough. Don't see her small small 1.5++m she can actually be damn super duper sibei guai-lan one. Like chilli-padi like that. Too bad her nehneh not that big or she can become those mini-sized minah who also likes to double up as SPG in the night. LOL
Ok lor, then both of us Aries dulan liao, cannot concentrate on PBL liao, so we went BIRKENSTOCK WINDOW SHOPPING...online. So pathetic!! But she's making me gian leh, keep saying she want this madrid that gizeh...I also want!! Then always have to remind myself then I already have a pair of nice birkenstocks...
Anyway zhi if you wanna gian with us we found a better site!!! it's here - more selections but more ex, worth it hor! Maciam bunch of stupid bimbos squealing over Manolo Blahniks..I think Brian, Yanjun and Simon also buay tahan us...but yeah, when guys get together and girls get together..there is a huge diff, trust me..
(Whaddaheow, I sound damn ah lian in the previous few paragraphs.)
Hurrr, anyway, today felt quite out of the loop, go to school also maciam go holiday, all of us were falling all over the place like sacks of mud or something..no support, all so nuahified..Felix was away on a self-declared holiday, he decide to pon the whole of the damn week or something. FELIX! COME BACK LAH! DUN MOODY LE, WE MISS YOU~*
after school I went to Andrew's house..sat there like a piece of stone when Leonard swung by for an impromptu jazz bass lesson. In fact I was so stoned I didn't even know half of what I was saying to Audrey. I think I damn kuku or something lah.
Oh, bumped into Rahman the day before, he was walking by when I smiled, and he did the "Ok somebody smiling at me so must smile back" before he realized it was me. He was like OMG! FEI! YOU LOST A LOT OF WEIGHT! OMG!
Haha! Good to see you Maman..hope the Ides are doing well. (:
Ok lah..need to work on cGMP le..BOLLOCKS.
I also think I'm damn smart, I link here link there can find some people's blogs..sibei funny! Goes to show that 'You can run, but you can't hide'. nahia. Can't be bothered to read it also..always same old stuff, it's like drinking apple juice everyday, drink too much and you'll feel like poking your eyes out. *smerk*
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