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2009-12-19T01:10:00.001-08:00

moved to LJ and like the URL is almost the same.

I WANT TO DO MY BLOGSHOP NOWWwwww

2009-12-15T01:57:00.001-08:00

moving soonnnn

2009-12-14T06:58:00.000-08:00

I'm appalled.

I'm damn disgusted. It's the complete lack of respect for all other beliefs that pisses me off. It's like racism trying to vindicate itself.

2009-12-12T03:20:00.003-08:00

I eat alone, I solve all my problems alone, I face all my problems alone, and I'm used to being alone. But sometimes it really fucking hurts too much to do that.

I know there are people who'll face them with me but if you're too cowardly you may not like the idea of telling anyone.

And it's difficult to say a lot of things even if they're always on your mind.

2009-12-07T06:04:00.000-08:00

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oh wait it does.

just say your goddamn piece and stop acting like you care.

2009-11-20T06:34:00.001-08:00

I'M FUCKING DEPRESSED AND I DON'T KNOW WHO TO TELL, WHAT TO SAY AND WHAT TO DO

AND I'M GOING MAD

I JUST DON'T WANT TO TALK AND I JUST WANT TO CRY AND SCREAM and I WILL

2009-11-20T03:21:00.000-08:00

I don't want to get angry ever again. It's deadly. You realized that ages ago, but you're only willing to accept it now.

What are you scared of, seriously?

Bad memories are still memories.

2009-11-04T06:35:00.000-08:00

From a young age, I realised this:
the nice get bullied,
the mean get power;
the fat get teased,
the pretty get praised;
the poor get discriminated,
the rich get everything.

This just completely supports my mother's statement of "the world is not fair". Mom, you keep telling me the world isn't fair, so is it because people choose to make it unfair? And is it because parents keep teaching children these words, they try so hard to guard themselves against unfairness? But either way, I can't see exactly how the world can be fair right now.

Today I realised I'm gradually becoming very unkind. It's disappointing. I'd hate to see myself become like one of those insensitive freaks I met back at kindergarten. But I'm becoming like that. It's like this hardening process that I'm going through - just perhaps for the sake of not letting anyone do the same shit to me. And occasionally I falter, and proceed to beat myself up for it.

Why the heck do I exercise endlessly man? Because I've fucking been through this ridiculous discrimination. I don't discriminate against big people, because I've seen some really gorgeous beautiful ones. But the fact remains that the scar is just there. And the only way for it to not become a wound again and start seeping blood is to press it down through exercise. So technically speaking, exercise is like a huge plaster. It can hide but it can't heal. Somebody get me some, I don't know, healing potion.

How many times have I brought up my love for money? My adoration for cold, hard cash. As cold and relentless as the hearts of the people who used to taunt me. So that I can roll these bills up into tight hard balls to hurl at you people, duh. You equated love to money, and money to love. I believed in that misconception and I started to believe my parents didn't love me. Oh it wasn't just money of course, I don't think I was that materialistic as a kid. There were many other factors. It takes plenty of snow to make a big fat snowball that could go BONG! right smack on your head.

Memories from my past just keep coming back. I'm remembering these things a million times more vividly nowadays, and it just keeps eating into my good side.

"Oh, you should just learn to let go of your past."

Easier said than done -_-

I can come up with all the crap you're gonna use to comfort people. I comfort people all the time. I know what they need, what they want to hear. And I know what I want to hear as well. But so? People who haven't heard it feel comfort from such words. People like me, who've heard these things already, are NUMB towards it. Oh and by the way, many of these words were not said to me by people around me. These inspiring messages were brought to me by people from all over the world - floating around the internet. And because all these messages are the same, they just sound so painfully rehearsed. I know how it works, that's why it doesn't work for me.

Ironic isn't it?

But not everyone's the same of course.

I've got plenty of things to feel for in my current life but I'd just like to spit some of my past out right across the screen. And the fact that people think I don't update just makes it all the more fun. The next post could be a really cheerful, chirpy one. Then they scroll down and "OOPS!" what's this post about?!

To a teacher from Chip Bee Kindergartens...
亲爱的刘老师：
你根本没有资格当老师。

And to another who's more than a teacher, also from the same kindergarten...
亲爱的孔老师：
非常感谢你。我是那个在三岁那年喜欢跟着你上厕所的学生。
This is what I mean by save the best for the last.

I tried to find her on Facebook but I don't even know what her full name is. She hardly smiled but I can't seem to picture her not smiling. It would be amazing to see this person again but I wouldn't know what to say. Which doesn't seem very typical of me, eh?

How about this, let's continue the damn post. I was so afraid of people of MY age, I rarely spoke. Nobody would encourage me to speak anyway - I was just a stupid kid whom nobody liked, that's why nobody spoke to me.

All the pinching, pushing, scoffing, mocking, punishing, hitting, and 'teaching' - I'll remember forever.

2009-10-10T01:22:00.001-07:00

I JUST FIGURED OUT THE REASON I HATE YOU AND YOUR SON IS YOU.

WHY
PLEASE TELL ME WHY
BOTH OF YOU TELL ME WHY
WHY FUCKERS
WHY
WHYWHWYWHWYFIOSAJFKLDAS; WHY!

2009-09-11T00:18:00.000-07:00

Friday is slack day. I've decided not to study today. Like 10 hours a day for someone who has been slacking for the past 3 1/2 years, yes I think I did a good job.

I'm so slack I can't be bothered to type.

2009-08-24T03:25:00.000-07:00

http://news.asiaone.com/News/AsiaOne%2BNews/Malaysia/Story/A1Story20090824-163054.html

After so many Stomp articles on students kissing and making out with each other in uniforms, this seems to be one with substance. Like, it's still sad, but worth taking note of. It's not the most amazing article but it's a damn good break from all those other idiotic Stompers.

May you, Stompers, who have nothing else to do besides taking photos of humans without their permission, be stomped on for writing more crap and taking more photos. Let's just hope they have enough brains to process that.

2009-08-18T06:21:00.000-07:00

Very ironic indeed.

When you volunteer your help you cannot expect anything in return. I learnt this the hard way.

When you give help others will expect you to give forever, unless you learn to say no. I learnt this the hard way too.

Do you want to do the same?

2009-08-11T08:01:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry I lied :'(

2009-08-06T05:51:00.001-07:00

like a fucking interrogation. bloody hell. don't want to talk to you anymore.

2009-08-04T06:55:00.000-07:00

Stomp bloggers, who post photographs of students in school uniforms, dare I say, are either hypocrites, or plain assholes.

Why?

Stomp, in my opinion, is merely a useless platform for many idiots (I'm not saying all because I haven't read all the articles yet). People who post photos of say, students making out, on Stomp, really have nothing better to do. For one, they take the time, effort and energy to stand in some pathetically hidden place, for what? To take photos of these students!

And then in their article, they claim that they care, and therefore they hope that action will be taken.

If you know which school they're from, if you know they're doing something wrong, if you think you know a bloody lot more than them, YOU CONFRONT THEM, OR YOU SEND THE PICTURES TO THEIR SCHOOL! Bloody hell, you don't really care. You just want the damn attention right? No, you won't get the attention. The poor girl is the one who's gonna get the attention.

What the heck is wrong with you, posting such nonsense up on Stomp? Granted, they were not right to engage in such sexually charged behaviour. But are you right to take pictures of them WITHOUT permission?

If you've confronted them, warned them, and they refuse to heed your advice, fine, that's their fault. Big, fat ass fault. You take the pictures IN FRONT OF THEM, tell them you're gonna send it to their schools UNLESS they apologize and acknowledge what they've done wrong. Whatever, do it the right way.

Or if you cannot be bothered because you're scared of 2 little kids, send the damn pics in to the damn schools.

Oh my goodness I cannot believe I just spent my time scolding an idiot. Or many idiots.

---edited---
A lot of the Stomp articles are of people making out or having sex.
I wonder, if these particular Stomp writers are... deprived? :)

2009-08-01T20:07:00.000-07:00

It feels so good to blog with short nails. And I'm dying to change my blog layout. I wonder if it's actually difficult to read my entries with that black line down the side, blocking everything. But I have no time to make a new layout. :(

Have damn alot of things to do. But I just wanted to say that it feels good to type on the keyboard with short nails. HAHAHA
bye!

Being Happy (part II)

2009-07-30T05:25:00.000-07:00

Today I was in a horribly bad mood. And I was stressed too, because I had a lot of things I have to do. Still not done, because I don't know how to do it, but I'm sure I'll eventually get it settled.

But writing about being happy would definitely make me happy. So here is part 2 HAHAHA

1. DON'T deny yourself the right to be happy.

You ever heard of this phrase - all good things come to an end? So does that mean that once you're done being happy you sink into depression? OF COURSE NOT! Why? Because all bad things come to an end as well!

For example, do you refuse to sleep because you eventually have to wake up and face dreaded reality? OF COURSE NOT! You eventually get to sleep again like maybe 12 hours later. 12 hours is a short time. And if you think about how you only have 24 hours a day, would you rather spend 24 hours being angry/unhappy, or 24 hours feeling lighthearted and cheerful?

It's not wrong to be happy. If anyone ever tells you that, get them to read these 2 posts. There is nothing wrong in being happy. Even if the world is going around in chaos (which it actually is) and there's plenty of sadness, if you can't do anything about it, why don't you count your blessings and be happy for yourself? I'm not saying that we ignore the problems, but if you can do something about it, you'd have done it, and become a happier person!

If you're in the emo phase, fine. But GROW OUT OF IT SOON! It's a beautifully dark way to live your life, very beautiful, I wouldn't deny that. But are you so sure the people you love, and the people who love you can appreciate that kind of beauty? Unless you are a group of like-minded people, I'd sincerely suggest you learn to appreciate how to smile. It makes the people in your life feel so much closer to you.

2. DON'T deny others the chance to be happy!

I've always noticed how easily affected I was by others' moods. If I were surrounded by a bunch of unhappy and demoralizing people, I'd be extremely depressed. And during that period of time, I really, really, really hated myself so much I actually did physically hurt myself. I'm not saying that you are wrong to feel unhappy with certain downs in your life. I'm just saying that if something bad cannot be changed, why not turn the situation around? Complaining and getting angry about it will never solve the issue. But if you can find something positive about the issue, you can laugh about it, make fun of it and eventually, you'll feel so much better.

3. You don't have to pretend to dislike something you absolutely adore just because people are against it.

If the rule doesn't sound reasonable to you, break it, manipulate it until it does. (but don't break the law lah, if you're in school, you break school rules, you go for detention. you break the law, you go to prison and get your ass whacked) Maybe you like cockroaches, but everyone hates cockroaches! They find you absolutely disgusting. Why do you like that cockroach? To them (and to me actually), it is sickening. But to you, it could be an ancient piece of art! After all it IS one of the creatures that has survived the stone ages, dark ages, all the way till today! Why? Because it's sturdy AND hardy and very strong. Don't get me wrong, I still cannot stand the sight of them. But so? Should my dislike for cockroaches bother you more than how much you actually enjoy observing them? Is it your life, or my life?

You don't have to go against yourself to fit in. Just stand out if you can't fit in. Anything wrong with that?

Instead of seeing yourself as weird, see yourself as special. You like something NO ONE ELSE does! You see the beauty in something that no one else can! So tell me now, are you special or weird?

4. Daydream.

Life in Singapore is stressful. For students, working professionals, labourers, and even children. Sometimes you feel like, oh, reality really really sucks. I wanna die. I feel desperate, and suicidal.

I have a better solution for you.

DAYDREAM!

When you let your imagination run wild, you get this fantastic world that you have and NO ONE ELSE HAS! It's DIFFERENT from everyone elses'! This is my damn favourite! You don't need the bloody internet to find people for you to tell you that you're fabulous, you're life's not that bad. Your mind, NEVER FORGET YOUR MIND, is MORE POWERFUL THAN ANYTHING LIKE THAT!

What speed does our broadband give us? Above 768 kilobytes per second. I don't exactly know what that means so yes I just fooled you. But, who cares?! Is it faster than our mind? The internet can take us from one fantasy-filed page to another in perhaps, 3 seconds flat. So? Our mind? 0.001 milliseconds? Before you even know it, you'll be enjoying yourself where? In the comfort of your own mind.

You don't even have to share it! When you use the internet, there's always a risk of someone accessing your browser history. There's always a risk of spyware. There's always a risk of some asshole hacking right into your PC.

Your brain? Fast, efficient, effective, and no one can access it. Nobody nobody but chew! No one at all.

Always think that you HAVE a good life and you're living it right now. If you think your life sucks, how did you get the internet access to read this post?

Or maybe your life sucks. You have parents that are always screaming at you, and they eventually get a divorce, and you feel like you're the one who caused your own unhappiness. If you think you caused it, you fix it. And if you can destroy it, you can fix it. And perhaps in the process of fixing it, you'll find out that certain things are beyond your control. But you can control how you feel, and it's better to be happy.

And so if your life sucks, and you're not the one who caused it. Then why should you allow your life to suck because of somebody elses' mistakes?!

Don't I sound like some irritating psychotic freak who can be happy 24/7? I'm definitely not happy all the time, I get upset. But I can pick myself up, and so can you.

Maybe tomorrow you'll see me drowning my sorrows in tears but honestly, I'd rather be laughing.

And here's the grand finale!!!!

SMILEEEEEEEEEE :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

2009-07-27T06:47:00.000-07:00

To all those who think it will be useful to you: It is really no use discussing what you've already decided on to "get their opinions". Because human nature would only push you to see what you've already fixed your mind on.

But trust me, people won't like it when you do that. Find some way.

Please read this if you're always depressed

2009-07-24T07:43:00.000-07:00

So why the hell am I a happy person? :D

1. First of all, I assume that everyone loves me. At least most of the time, I do. Even if they secretly hate you, still assume that they love you. You'll be as carefree as Inspector Jacques Clouseau in Pink Panther movie. Because when you convince yourself that everyone loves you, you see yourself this way: gee, I'm not that bad after all. Since so many people love me, I should love myself too! And when you do love yourself, you'll show respect towards yourself by showing others respect, and people will end up really liking you, if not loving you.

But if you believe that people already love you, why would you even need to bother about the last line of the previous paragraph?

You'll be worry-free, because you won't have to worry about people judging you or your actions since you think they love you. And normally when you do love somebody, you can ignore the crap they're doing. It makes you a much happier person overall.

2. Don't worry.
Things that cannot be solved, don't worry about them.
Things that can be solved, don't worry about them. Do something.

I'm not saying that it's wrong to be nervous about something you care about, but if you don't want to be bogged down by it for the rest of your life, put a limit on it. When you worry about something that cannot be solved, really doesn't make sense right? Next time when you worry about something, take a second to think whether it's worth worrying about. But of course, it's human nature to worry. However, once you go by this "don't worry about things that cannot be solved" mantra, you'll worry A LOT LESS. You're less unhappy as a result, because when you worry, it's normally about things you cannot control. How about focusing on things that you can control?

3. Exercise
Or in my words, burn flab.
Exercise -> burn flab+release of endorphins -> better sleep
better sleep+burn flab = a lot less flab
a lot less flab = hotter body
hotter body = you loving yourself MORE
And and and and and! You'll be able to wear clothes that you've always found beautiful, but never had the courage to wear. In other words, it's okay to embrace your inner bimbo, but don't be stupid and fall prey to predators.

4. I find people to love, and I'm always finding new ones too.

The more love you shower on people, the more you get back. Even if you don't get anything back, you can, once again, convince yourself you did get something back. (I'm not talking about the kind of love that leads to sex, by the way)

When you have people you love, you have people you genuinely care about and want to see happy. Somehow you'll get excited when you see people you love, even friends, because you're somehow thrilled at the thought of sharing your joys with them. If not you'll just feel happy when you see them happy! Right? Right! I also dunno why.

5. Laugh - a lot.

Would you rather spend a day pulling a long face, or a shorter face with higher cheekbones? (heh?)

Laughter is damn infectious - and even if people do feel annoyed with you initially, remember step one. If not, just ignore them. If they don't want to laugh it's their problem, not yours. You laugh all you want. But don't laugh at a funeral, because you won't infect people with your laughter, they'll just throw you out into the nearest drain.

Why not laugh? Why not laugh with such a fantastically uninhibited attitude that you lose control? Can you possibly feel like crap after laughing that much? Ok yes you can, but it's FUNNY CRAP! Not lousy crap anymore! And then you'll laugh more, and you'll make yourself even happier.

It doesn't mean that if it sounds stupid it cannot be funny because it's an insult to your intelligence. If you can find humour in nearly every situation (excluding gory humour/overly insulting sarcasm/dead puppies/kids dying - all of which I cannot do anything else but oppose) you'll be grinning from ear-to-ear in no time.

6. Don't be shy.
What has being shy got to do with getting in your way of being happy?

If I'm not someone who has been through horribly depressing stages of my life, I wouldn't say anything about shyness. Why? Because when I was so shy, I was afraid to ask for things that I really, really wanted. Then I'd go sulk in a corner, pining desperately for it. And then after that I'd realise that because of how much I'd hesitated through being shy, I'll never get what I'd initially wanted so badly.

And if you're someone who likes attention - I'm talking about positive attention - you should NOT EVER BE SHY! Like me, I don't deny I like attention, especially the positive kind because it makes me feel IMPORTANT, and therefore in some way, LOVED. And so why do I enjoy so much attention? Because I don't want to blend in like I used to, and take only tiny little droplets of love when the others received SHOWERS of them. Not very fair right? So be fair to yourself.

I'm not saying you go scream for attention, but somehow earn it. I wouldn't say that I'm such a moral person, and I've earned attention through respect. But I'd definitely say I'm not getting attention through despicable means.

Previously I said IF YOU'RE SOMEONE WHO LIKES ATTENTION. I change that. You should be someone who likes attention. Everyone should learn to like attention! (positive kind, of course) The next time you become the centre of everyone's attention, stop letting your low self esteem kick in. Instead of thinking that he/she's staring because she's being rude, or just plain trying to annoy you, why not think that he/she's staring because you're special and interesting to look at? Seriously, I don't think I'd look at someone who looks bad. I'd just take a quick glance, and go - OK! I'll move on!

If it's someone who looks good however, I wouldn't mind taking a longer look. I'm not sure if I'm the only one, but to me it's just very natural. I look at nice things and I'll look at them for a long time.

That's all for today because I'm v. tired.

Last one - SLEEP. :)

2009-07-05T07:56:00.001-07:00

offended?

2009-06-26T01:47:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson is dead.

Meanwhile you see plenty of blogs and stuff posting that up as well.

I'm sad. I'm so sad I don't even wanna think about it/talk about it/read about it. And I just did. And that's it.

2009-06-19T08:10:00.000-07:00

The skin on my face is erupting. I hate it when that happens.

Anyway, I went for A Math tuition just now, and got on the bus after 9pm to go home. And that's when I sat next to a very smelly man. I didn't know he was smelly, but he shifted to make space for me so I decided to give face. That's when I felt it.

An incredible surge of rotten tofu from the tofu section at the wet market pierced through my hairy nostrils. (?!)

He smelt like smelly tofu with a hint of rottenness. I'm not talking about the smelly tofu delicacy, because I don't even know how that really smells like. What I'm saying is, he has that smelly yeast smell with tofu in it. I don't know lah.

But he felt decent, like some normal person. That's why I didn't move - or just in case I came across as rude. Like after a while you get used to the smell, and the smell reminded me of when I was a kid. I mean it may sound gross to you but I got something heartwarming (for the lack of a better word) out of it.

However, while this man is worth a mention, there's someone else who ISN'T - yet that's who I'm going to talk about now.

It's about a curly haired middle-aged woman.

I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT CURLY HAIRED AUNTIES! And I'm not talking about sexy tousled waves like you see in beach babes from Hollywood (cannot think of anyone now), neither am I talking about edgy crimps you see in models on the runway. I'm not even talking about the perm my grandma has because she has short hair, and the perm just adds fantastic volume, shaving YEARS off her face.

This curly haired auntie, had shoulder length hair, with really ugly pointless waves. Thank goodness her face wasn't oily.

And I would NEVER have called her ugly, or her hair ugly, if not for the fact she was RAMBLING ON AND ON ABOUT CRAP! It would have been absolutely peaceful on the bus if not for her endless crapping. And even as she went on, the poor guy next to her just nodded, politely. I don't know what relationship they share but the fact that the guy does NOT EVEN UTTER A SINGLE WORD should SHOW her that he is not interested in that boring conversation.

Yet I had to bear with her for a few more minutes when we got off at the same stop, and she was right in front of me going on and on about something she was so amused by. She was laughing loudly (you know in the manner in which you laugh and then you realise that nobody's laughing with you, and then you continue laughing to cover up for that embarrassment) and joking and the guy was once again, not interested. (the guy looked at least 8 years younger btw)

Anyway, to avoid myself from going up to her and ripping out her ugly curly hair (of course I'd have used some kind of protection), I decided to speed up crazily. And thank goodness within 3 minutes I was well ahead of her. (she was walking quite quickly for a person talking so much)

Goodness.

I'm going to surf youtube aimlessly now.

2009-06-17T02:45:00.000-07:00

I shall post the photos for the "class" outing in a while's time. Was a painfully small group but people were still game for weird stuff in Truth or Dare. But the planner's very very upset. :(

And I was feeling very down because my mom and I screamed at each other as she said that it's not the time to be going out for class outing bleh bleh. But not now, then when? But there are plenty of other unpleasant things lying underneath our relationship. If we generally stay out of each others' ways we can still have a good laugh occasionally, but not easy. "Like it or not I'm still your mother." I didn't say I don't like it, so stop putting words into my mouth.

This made me extremely depressed, so I found new eyecandy. I mean like when school's out and you don't get to see eyecandy in school, you find eyecandy online. And not to mention I'm in a girls' school. But I am straight. I am very sure of that. I plan to get married to a GUY, who can provide ungirly support.

Anyway, LOOK AT THE MODEL! my new eyecandy.

She's like sweet, sophisticated, slightly sexy with an edge all rolled in one. And the clothes are nice too. And since there's no school, there's no one to transfer money for me. Which is depressing. I don't feel exactly rich either so I'll like start collecting protection fees next month, together with Teryne.

I wonder if anyone knows that I'm starting to update once again. HAHA! I shall post photos later.

Pigeons

2009-06-10T19:54:00.001-07:00

Oh gosh, just the title of the post makes me cringe in horror. I hate pigeons :(

I don't know what is it about pigeons that makes me feel so disgusted, but I just feel so insecure when they fly over me. Even crows don't disgust me that much, they just make me feel sad.

But recently, at the route from the bus stop to my house, there has been an abundance of crazy fat pigeons flying over. They almost caught me with their shit 3x. And I always avoid it by just like 3 inches or LESS. But I can't be as unlucky as Celeste who got it right on her head.

It's like there was this part on the pavement, of which pigeon shit traces filled at least 30x30cm of the floor. I bet there's more.

And when I was a kid I used to think pigeons were that dirty looking because of paint, because the first time I saw them, I saw painters painting some corridor. And I saw pigeons around that area. So I assumed the paint dropped on the pigeons and they deserve to be pitied. Now I know I was wrong.

But as long as they keep their shit away from me, I'll be fine. If not I'll flare up crazily and my pet rock would know what I'd do.

THERE'S MORE!

2009-06-09T00:53:00.000-07:00

Yeah babeh, there is.

And while some people are busy stoning, like Teryne and Jenna, and some people finding new... ahems.. like JY and Shyan (see lah, so fickle), Janeen is busy cutting her cake! With a bunch of other people, of course.

After which we all head outdoors :D Or was it the other way round? Or maybe these are just photos I can't fit in anywhere else, which explains.

AND THEN FROM HERE EVERYONE STARTS PARTAYING!

Just in case you've noticed how many photos Shyan is in, it's not that I'm a paedophile ok. It's because she was like really crazy that night! I think she got drunk on fried rice and chicken and water. And Jessie got drunk on ice lemon tea, according to herself.

AND THIS ONE SIMPLY DESERVES A BIG ASS PIC ON ITS OWN! PUN INTENDED. (Only for those who get it:P)

oh yes, and just in case anyone's suspicious/paranoid - everything was kept very very clean and very very legal.