Just realised that I haven't posted any pictures of myself in a long while. Prolly because I'm slowly but definitely mutating into something really grotty and bleaurgh. I don't know what is wrong with me. I'm always having gastric flu/stomach ulcer nowadays. My skin is permanently grey, my nails are bitten down and my eyebrows are terrible.
I need a haircut. My hair is pretty much shapeless now and I can't even bear to think of the split ends.
Oooh but I bought the most awesomest paddle hair brush the other day!! I totally didn't expect it to be but it was life-changing. Life-changing, I tell you my friend. No more painful tug-of-wars with tangles and fuzzy morning hair. Everytime I brush my hair I have a Head Orgasm.
Other Head Orgasms include temple massages and fever packs.
I want a deep-tissue massage so badly. I need a vacation, which is kind of ironic since our 'break' (which is so obviously non-existent it will be in bunnyears) has just ended. I need some sun, some cheapass shopping, some massages by strong Thai/Indo/Viet women, basically, just some fucking good R and R.
Did I just go off the rails again? Anyway. I have just noticed that in every recent photo of me I look like FrankeBunny. And so, no photos till I look remotely human.
What the hell is wrong with me? I can't even blog coherently now, and you can add that to the my list of Can't-Dos. We should be at page 192 by now. Somewhere along that list is Can't Fucking Tolerate Imbeciles Who Shall Remain Nameless, and Can't Bomb The Fucking Tekong Camp + All Army Sites.
I shall try and blog something everyday, even if it's mostly bubbleh and yeahyeahs. Maybe that way, I will start writing again.
x
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Cocooning
It is almost at the end of another year. Strange, huh, how time passes and it's like no one notices it. I am almost 19, and yet I still feel the same way I did when I was 16.
Mmm. Like how when I was 16, I always do what I want, not what I need. Don't get me wrong, I'm not proud of it but everyone's gotta be honest with at the very least themselves, right?
Like now. I have stupidly forgot to get Christmas presents for Farley and I last week when I was in town to get other presents for our Christmas exchange. I don't know what planet I was on, but geez, I could have gotten all my shopping done in one fell swoop amidst the smelly bodies I was squashed between. But nooo I just had to be an idiot and forget. (If you're thinking how the hell Farley is gonna get me my present when he's in the army now, well, I'm gonna get it on his card, all wrapped up, and make him give it to me on Christmas' Eve! Genius, isn't it?)
Anyway point is, I'm really reluctant to leave my comfy bed, not to mention Season 1 of True Blood. That show is so irritating. I was so pissed off by the southern accents because it was so thick it made my hair stand on end and argh, I couldn't understand a lot of the names and mind things the protaganist was saying. Turns out it was inspired by the Southern Gothic Vampire Thingamajig book. Oh-kay. Totally excuses the rednecks and corny lines...
But the main vampire is so hot I just have to keep watching. Poo.
Oh and did I mention the xRx21x parts? Hehe. Hot girls, hot vampires, bam bam bam!
Woohoo. Ending abruptly here.
x
Mmm. Like how when I was 16, I always do what I want, not what I need. Don't get me wrong, I'm not proud of it but everyone's gotta be honest with at the very least themselves, right?
Like now. I have stupidly forgot to get Christmas presents for Farley and I last week when I was in town to get other presents for our Christmas exchange. I don't know what planet I was on, but geez, I could have gotten all my shopping done in one fell swoop amidst the smelly bodies I was squashed between. But nooo I just had to be an idiot and forget. (If you're thinking how the hell Farley is gonna get me my present when he's in the army now, well, I'm gonna get it on his card, all wrapped up, and make him give it to me on Christmas' Eve! Genius, isn't it?)
Anyway point is, I'm really reluctant to leave my comfy bed, not to mention Season 1 of True Blood. That show is so irritating. I was so pissed off by the southern accents because it was so thick it made my hair stand on end and argh, I couldn't understand a lot of the names and mind things the protaganist was saying. Turns out it was inspired by the Southern Gothic Vampire Thingamajig book. Oh-kay. Totally excuses the rednecks and corny lines...
But the main vampire is so hot I just have to keep watching. Poo.
Oh and did I mention the xRx21x parts? Hehe. Hot girls, hot vampires, bam bam bam!
Woohoo. Ending abruptly here.
x
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
dermapanica
Rereading my previous post kinda made me cringe - how incoherent can I get?? Haha.
I'm in a slight inane panic now, because the skincare line that I've been using since secondary school days have been... discontinued.
It's a Clarifying line from Artistry, the skincare giant.
I've never even heard of them till Momo came home one day, brandishing the laboratory-bought miracle workers for my pubescent skin. After 5 years of relatively good skin... Artistry has replaced them with some purple floral "Essentials" concoction that is oilier and not as effective.
WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, ARTISTRY?!?!
I am now stranded on the island of shiny noses, doomed for a life with bad skin.
Can you feel my panic??? I have to get a replacement asap in a world brimming with skin care brands and whatnot!!!!!!!!!
This whole girls-have-to-take-care-of-their-looks thing is stressful man.
I'm in a slight inane panic now, because the skincare line that I've been using since secondary school days have been... discontinued.
It's a Clarifying line from Artistry, the skincare giant.
I've never even heard of them till Momo came home one day, brandishing the laboratory-bought miracle workers for my pubescent skin. After 5 years of relatively good skin... Artistry has replaced them with some purple floral "Essentials" concoction that is oilier and not as effective.
WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, ARTISTRY?!?!
I am now stranded on the island of shiny noses, doomed for a life with bad skin.
Can you feel my panic??? I have to get a replacement asap in a world brimming with skin care brands and whatnot!!!!!!!!!
This whole girls-have-to-take-care-of-their-looks thing is stressful man.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Random overbabbling
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!
I wonder if anyone reads this space anymore. It's fine though since I'm quite happy musing with myself sometimes.
Farley and I are now almost at the 2 year mark. It is something really amazing and new to me, since the umpteen flings and 'romances' before him never lasted beyond 3 months. I used to be really cynical, and treated the male species with disregard and contempt (i.e. like shit). Friends who know me since 2 years back are disbelieving at my abrupt embrace of 'Love' that I once called 'a ton of bullshit with mind games thrown in'.
In 22 months, I gained new perspectives of love, life and myself. On a unnaturally sappy note, which is... well, unnatural for me.
For today, I will touch only on love because at the end of the love part I got tired.
What does Love means to you? When I was young, yes, I dreamt of a cupcake gown and a faceless prince that will whisk me off on a flying carpet. 10 years on, the eyes that once lighted up at the mention of happily ever afters have hardened and narrowed after 17 useless relationships that left me reeling. I was wreary, and while I still adore hollywood's version of love, I know it was never as simple as the all-important three words.
I have found the answer. Love is cunning and deceptive. At the first flush of honeymoon, the elation that fills you up is unquestionably one of the best things Mother Nature invented. Rosy cheeks, the rush that makes you high without any dodgy substances, holding hands and announcing to the whole wide world I HAVE FOUND MINE, I WIN, long phone calls, the feeling that nothing can go wrong. But then comes off the masks, out comes the claws and it's mind games round II - love is a game that whoever loves more loses. For power is in the hands of the one that doesn't care.
I still sound cynical, don't I? Ok here comes the sappy part.
Repeat after me: LOVE IS HARD.
There can be no love without pain. Without it, Love simply cannot exist. The fireworks and hot sex does not last forever. What comes after is maintainence. Love is like the blooming of a flower backwards. You first get to relish and enjoy the beauty of it, and then you have to nuture it, prop it up with barbed wires and invest in expensive fertilisers for it.
Not to worry, it's not as bad as it sounds. More than often, the lightbulb moment comes and you get to see, a stalk of florist-cut rose may be easy and pretty to look at, but a orchard of fresh roses that blooms and grows everyday is the one that will make it all worthwhile.
I wonder if anyone reads this space anymore. It's fine though since I'm quite happy musing with myself sometimes.
Farley and I are now almost at the 2 year mark. It is something really amazing and new to me, since the umpteen flings and 'romances' before him never lasted beyond 3 months. I used to be really cynical, and treated the male species with disregard and contempt (i.e. like shit). Friends who know me since 2 years back are disbelieving at my abrupt embrace of 'Love' that I once called 'a ton of bullshit with mind games thrown in'.
In 22 months, I gained new perspectives of love, life and myself. On a unnaturally sappy note, which is... well, unnatural for me.
For today, I will touch only on love because at the end of the love part I got tired.
What does Love means to you? When I was young, yes, I dreamt of a cupcake gown and a faceless prince that will whisk me off on a flying carpet. 10 years on, the eyes that once lighted up at the mention of happily ever afters have hardened and narrowed after 17 useless relationships that left me reeling. I was wreary, and while I still adore hollywood's version of love, I know it was never as simple as the all-important three words.
I have found the answer. Love is cunning and deceptive. At the first flush of honeymoon, the elation that fills you up is unquestionably one of the best things Mother Nature invented. Rosy cheeks, the rush that makes you high without any dodgy substances, holding hands and announcing to the whole wide world I HAVE FOUND MINE, I WIN, long phone calls, the feeling that nothing can go wrong. But then comes off the masks, out comes the claws and it's mind games round II - love is a game that whoever loves more loses. For power is in the hands of the one that doesn't care.
I still sound cynical, don't I? Ok here comes the sappy part.
Repeat after me: LOVE IS HARD.
There can be no love without pain. Without it, Love simply cannot exist. The fireworks and hot sex does not last forever. What comes after is maintainence. Love is like the blooming of a flower backwards. You first get to relish and enjoy the beauty of it, and then you have to nuture it, prop it up with barbed wires and invest in expensive fertilisers for it.
Not to worry, it's not as bad as it sounds. More than often, the lightbulb moment comes and you get to see, a stalk of florist-cut rose may be easy and pretty to look at, but a orchard of fresh roses that blooms and grows everyday is the one that will make it all worthwhile.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Nintendo is a good name
Hello Lynn, this is for you since you're like so weak from morning sickness and everything.
Ok fine I just had the opportunity to upload pictures from my phone
Once again... MS FAN TUAN.
Ok fine I just had the opportunity to upload pictures from my phone
Once again... MS FAN TUAN.
And her sister, Ice Cream. (just felt like saying that)
'Quick meimei, hide!' *continues stuffing her face*
This picture of her is quite special cos she changed out of her home clothes and made me take pictures of her in her 'pretty dora skirt'
It's like a once in a pink moon thing.
K I'm done gonna do Web D now. School at 8am tomorrow - I just wanna watch One Piece and eat my chocolate puddings 1@#@!$!!!
x
x
Monday, May 11, 2009
Bane
This was what Farley bought me the other day.
So much shit going on in school... I hate it I hate it. All I want is to be able to eat and sleep without thinking of what deadlines I have today, what tasks I have tomorrow... Seriously feel like quitting school. But when I think of the look on Momo's face, I think another 2 years is still okay.
I know you're supposed to study/work hard for your own sake but if I do that then I'd probably end up a primary school failure. Because if I didn't worry about disappointing them I most likely would not have stopped myself from sleeping through all my exam papers. In my own, selfish opinion I don't think being book-smart equals to real-world smart.
IF I WERE A KID AND I WANTED TO BE PRESIDENT, IT WOULD ONLY BE TO ERADICATE AND BURN ALL SCHOOLS IN THE WORLD.
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