Tell me it doesn't hurt, you're lying.
YAY! :D
What is pain anyway? It is merely temporal and it fades away along with time.
What is love anyway? Nothing but mindless chemical reactions that take place in your body without your knowledge, intoxicating you with excitement and drawing you deeper and further into a pernicious trap. ooh how I adore this intense description of how meaningless love is.
Nah I am just kidding. I am bored. That is why.
I am stupefied by all the teenage couples that wouldn't last. The way they place their all into their worthless relationships only makes me want to break them up. and I have succeeded too many times. hahahahaha. It really bewilders me how they could demean themselves and act all gaga over some unattractive creature. Maybe that's how 'Love is Blind' came about. LOL.
Seriously, nine out of ten are merely flings. I am also repelled by how easily they proclaim those three typical words. If I said it, I wouldn't even mean it unless you were my dream guy.
I have acquired the knowledge that most parties do it out of obligation. Imagine this scenario.
Dumb-ugly-guy-with-bad-hair-job-and-few-strands-of-hair:
oh baby ME LOVES YOU, my sweetie pie, my liver, my lungs, without you i collapse! you jump, i jump!
Silence
More Silence
Some girl: oh bye
HAHAHAHA wouldn't that be freaking embarrassing?
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That is why we have a second scenario that is usually the option out.
the-same-Dumb-ugly-guy-with-bad-hair-job-and-few-strands-of-hair:
oh baby ME LOVES YOU, my sweetie pie, my liver, my lungs, without you i collapse! you jump, i jump!
Some Girl: yeahhhh, me too.
Easy way out! No, actually now they are trapped.
Typical cheenax freaks me out.
I am off to my own world of indifference.
I am such a predictably unpredictable person. What gives?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
SOME CNY PICTURES! :D
-to enjoy
-for your viewing pleasure!
Yesterday was particularly entertaining. We were off to visit my Aunt in view of CNY celebrations as usual and unexpectedly, there was unneeded drama caused by an event we were totally unprepared for.
A woman was threatening to commit suicide on the 6th level of my Aunt's block near Hougang Mall. I shall not name it for the sake of the victim. We rushed off to join in the fun, taking the stairs down to the 8th level staircase where the happenings were visible for this building was built in such a way that the staircases were suspended in midair. Being the very annoying and curious on-lookers, we sparked off a commotion that followed soon after we ambled down those stairs and started gawking with piercing eyes. The victim's relative who squatted at the corner screamed her head off, shooing us fellow-annoying-'passerbys'. ('none of your business' in a foreign language, i think it was chinese)
We could see the frustration in their eyes when the Civil Defence officers chased us away. We adjourned to the first level to the field where the view was spectecular. Already there was a massive crowd, as though anticipating some circus act. This time, we could actually see the woman sitting on the railing with one leg sticking out of the building. Sooner than soon, both legs were out and the gallant officers grabbed her and pulled her back. The show was over. We took the lift up, and coincidentally, the woman in the lift pressed the button to the 6th floor. She shuddered and looked considerably annoyed at the whole incident as she rushed back home. We were amazed at the sight as we let the lift door open for a moment too long, and the woman clad in yellow was handcuffed and struggling. What a sight. I found out that my grandfather was the one who informed the police. Kudos to him! :D He wanted to go to her rescue but was stopped by another neighbor.
AND my cousins were actually the first to notice her, only they decided to ignore it for fear that the police will dismiss it off as a prank. hahaha mean cute people.
-to enjoy
-for your viewing pleasure!
Yesterday was particularly entertaining. We were off to visit my Aunt in view of CNY celebrations as usual and unexpectedly, there was unneeded drama caused by an event we were totally unprepared for.
A woman was threatening to commit suicide on the 6th level of my Aunt's block near Hougang Mall. I shall not name it for the sake of the victim. We rushed off to join in the fun, taking the stairs down to the 8th level staircase where the happenings were visible for this building was built in such a way that the staircases were suspended in midair. Being the very annoying and curious on-lookers, we sparked off a commotion that followed soon after we ambled down those stairs and started gawking with piercing eyes. The victim's relative who squatted at the corner screamed her head off, shooing us fellow-annoying-'passerbys'. ('none of your business' in a foreign language, i think it was chinese)
We could see the frustration in their eyes when the Civil Defence officers chased us away. We adjourned to the first level to the field where the view was spectecular. Already there was a massive crowd, as though anticipating some circus act. This time, we could actually see the woman sitting on the railing with one leg sticking out of the building. Sooner than soon, both legs were out and the gallant officers grabbed her and pulled her back. The show was over. We took the lift up, and coincidentally, the woman in the lift pressed the button to the 6th floor. She shuddered and looked considerably annoyed at the whole incident as she rushed back home. We were amazed at the sight as we let the lift door open for a moment too long, and the woman clad in yellow was handcuffed and struggling. What a sight. I found out that my grandfather was the one who informed the police. Kudos to him! :D He wanted to go to her rescue but was stopped by another neighbor.
AND my cousins were actually the first to notice her, only they decided to ignore it for fear that the police will dismiss it off as a prank. hahaha mean cute people.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
People whom I thought did not patronize my blog actually do! HAHAHAHA.
Hello Lissie and Timmy F.
I shall compose a poem for their sakes since Timmy attempted so hard to provoke me by teasing me incessantly for 3 HOURS(Reciting my entries in that disguised voice of his that makes everyone shiver with disgust) by pretending to be a poet under the 'night sky with coruscating stars', linking EVERY SINGLE THING to me (PORCELAIN DOLL lol) and what more I do not recall hahaha but it definitely gave us all a good laugh. :D
HAHA COMMENT COMMENT BELOW! :D
It definitetly comes as a complete surprise, BUT your poems are good! :D
hahahaha and I need to continue typing in this manner for I do not wish to let my efforts go to naught when all the information that I have accumulated in my brain gets flushed away down the lane-of-no-return. hahahaha forgive me man i am sorry i cannot accomodate you timmy and allister.
LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!
what did the TALL MAN say to the SHORT MAN?
what's DOWN there?!
LOL
I find it particularly entertaining. By the way, It is supposed to sound wrong.
This festive season of elation simply brings tears of joy and also a certain sting to my eyes as I view things from a third person's perspective. I was at my grandparents' the previous day as I gazed out of the front door, chancing upon the neighbour's return home. She was a figure that I have always encountered ever since I was a child, only now she was old and sickly on her wheelchair with a dialysis tube embedded inside her. We exchanged our new year greetings with heartwarming smiles, and I watched as her adult child and another relative manoeuvred her up the few steps into her home. I gazed as an on-looker, afraid to lend a helping hand and I did not know what else I could do. I saw hardly any sign of bliss in their eyes, and with that I felt a strange sour feeling in my heart. I have always wanted to share with her the gospel, but the limitations of my knowledge for her dialect restricts me from doing so.
Is this 'festive season of elation' truly one?
You do not ONLY visit or 'care' about your loved ones only on occasions likening to such. Human relationships are to be nurtured, to be sustained, to grow. They share blood ties with you! Make an effort, start today. (: Don't wait till they're gone.
On a happier note, I am rather thankful that I have made some memories that I am able to hold on with me even when everything else is long forgotten. Surprisingly, the simple things that no one takes notice of are the things that I hold dear to my heart and smile about when I am lazing on my bed and when my mind wanders away from the current situation I am in. How blissful it is to relive that moment of joy. Continually, I wonder if the other party does remember.
Of course, that is stupid. HAHA. you can like ask. Do you remember? That is why I stop myself from drifting off to a make-believe land of temporal felicity. Dang. ):
I am immune to pain. (: My Heart is like a partially permeable membrane. LOL. That sounded very corny. I do allow certain events to touch my heart but right now I am like an unyielding fortress. Nothing can hurt me.
For Timmy's sake, I shall conjure up a poem.
Alone
Unknown to them, she slips away
The blasting noises she hears everyday
It will never change, they will never see
The loving family we could try to be
Crashing dishes, raining loud on her ears
The deafening noises never fail to drown out her tears
It was wonderful then, a picture perfect family
Too bad she wasn't living in reality
wahlao i need to get off the com
Hello Lissie and Timmy F.
I shall compose a poem for their sakes since Timmy attempted so hard to provoke me by teasing me incessantly for 3 HOURS(Reciting my entries in that disguised voice of his that makes everyone shiver with disgust) by pretending to be a poet under the 'night sky with coruscating stars', linking EVERY SINGLE THING to me (PORCELAIN DOLL lol) and what more I do not recall hahaha but it definitely gave us all a good laugh. :D
HAHA COMMENT COMMENT BELOW! :D
It definitetly comes as a complete surprise, BUT your poems are good! :D
hahahaha and I need to continue typing in this manner for I do not wish to let my efforts go to naught when all the information that I have accumulated in my brain gets flushed away down the lane-of-no-return. hahahaha forgive me man i am sorry i cannot accomodate you timmy and allister.
LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!
what did the TALL MAN say to the SHORT MAN?
what's DOWN there?!
LOL
I find it particularly entertaining. By the way, It is supposed to sound wrong.
This festive season of elation simply brings tears of joy and also a certain sting to my eyes as I view things from a third person's perspective. I was at my grandparents' the previous day as I gazed out of the front door, chancing upon the neighbour's return home. She was a figure that I have always encountered ever since I was a child, only now she was old and sickly on her wheelchair with a dialysis tube embedded inside her. We exchanged our new year greetings with heartwarming smiles, and I watched as her adult child and another relative manoeuvred her up the few steps into her home. I gazed as an on-looker, afraid to lend a helping hand and I did not know what else I could do. I saw hardly any sign of bliss in their eyes, and with that I felt a strange sour feeling in my heart. I have always wanted to share with her the gospel, but the limitations of my knowledge for her dialect restricts me from doing so.
Is this 'festive season of elation' truly one?
You do not ONLY visit or 'care' about your loved ones only on occasions likening to such. Human relationships are to be nurtured, to be sustained, to grow. They share blood ties with you! Make an effort, start today. (: Don't wait till they're gone.
On a happier note, I am rather thankful that I have made some memories that I am able to hold on with me even when everything else is long forgotten. Surprisingly, the simple things that no one takes notice of are the things that I hold dear to my heart and smile about when I am lazing on my bed and when my mind wanders away from the current situation I am in. How blissful it is to relive that moment of joy. Continually, I wonder if the other party does remember.
Of course, that is stupid. HAHA. you can like ask. Do you remember? That is why I stop myself from drifting off to a make-believe land of temporal felicity. Dang. ):
I am immune to pain. (: My Heart is like a partially permeable membrane. LOL. That sounded very corny. I do allow certain events to touch my heart but right now I am like an unyielding fortress. Nothing can hurt me.
For Timmy's sake, I shall conjure up a poem.
Alone
Unknown to them, she slips away
The blasting noises she hears everyday
It will never change, they will never see
The loving family we could try to be
Crashing dishes, raining loud on her ears
The deafening noises never fail to drown out her tears
It was wonderful then, a picture perfect family
Too bad she wasn't living in reality
wahlao i need to get off the com
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I must tame my wild thoughts. They are getting out of control. They actually have the temerity to overpower me and mess with my sleep. This is the result of locking yourself at home for so many days and refusing outings. I have learnt my lesson.
There is like approximately seven green wire stitches left in my 2 inch tall wound. I presume the nurse removed six of it for there was about thirteen from the start. I lay there obediently, terrified to move for fear of the nurse 'accidentally' piercing my lower back/butt. I am going to extract the remains of it now.
- I continued and the post got deleted somehow.
The doctor was rough with his hands and removed the stitches in a way that made me grit my teeth and refuse to shout out loud. I miss the nurse's delicate fingers, treating me as though I were some porcelain doll and the whole process took hardly a few seconds and I did not feel a thing! He did not even smile. There I was, sitting on the chair attempting not to move at all for fear that he will pick my flesh. And I think he did, for I felt sharp pain and my weak attempts were failed. I will not patronize him again. Mean doctors drive away their customers. (: They should try charming their impressionable little customers and perhaps they will bring a bevy of ladies the next time they visit.
I cannot recall all that I typed the previous time.
Anyway, I am glad I am free of what I thought was 'green copper wiring' embedded in my butt. :D I CAN RUN SOON!
Stick thin girls are UGLY. I know guys totally agree with that. Like, who could resist bones and skin that are so darned attractive?
I understand that male creatures are obsessed with good meat.
I simply cannot comprehend the minds of those girls who PURGE their frail little frames and end up looking like worthless trash. The fact that they are short already does not assist them in their endeavors. What more being vertically disabled? They end up being called 'broken-sticks'. It is alright if you are naturally thin though. (: If you are tall and stick-thick, you are a match stick. HAHAHAHA i am laughing at INANE THINGS. After that, they can get played like pick-up sticks. hahhaha. do you get the joke? :D
They just affright me with their inexcusable ignorance that requires a young child to figure. Media really does play a great deal of influence on people nowadays. Screw that.
I sound fantastically ludicrous with the 'stick' jokes. Ignore that.
i still like sasha pivovarova. Her delectable angelic face is simply captivating. :D I can't wait for school to start. I can't believe I am saying this but it is veritable that holidays get boring once you've had too much of it.
There is like approximately seven green wire stitches left in my 2 inch tall wound. I presume the nurse removed six of it for there was about thirteen from the start. I lay there obediently, terrified to move for fear of the nurse 'accidentally' piercing my lower back/butt. I am going to extract the remains of it now.
- I continued and the post got deleted somehow.
The doctor was rough with his hands and removed the stitches in a way that made me grit my teeth and refuse to shout out loud. I miss the nurse's delicate fingers, treating me as though I were some porcelain doll and the whole process took hardly a few seconds and I did not feel a thing! He did not even smile. There I was, sitting on the chair attempting not to move at all for fear that he will pick my flesh. And I think he did, for I felt sharp pain and my weak attempts were failed. I will not patronize him again. Mean doctors drive away their customers. (: They should try charming their impressionable little customers and perhaps they will bring a bevy of ladies the next time they visit.
I cannot recall all that I typed the previous time.
Anyway, I am glad I am free of what I thought was 'green copper wiring' embedded in my butt. :D I CAN RUN SOON!
Stick thin girls are UGLY. I know guys totally agree with that. Like, who could resist bones and skin that are so darned attractive?
I understand that male creatures are obsessed with good meat.
I simply cannot comprehend the minds of those girls who PURGE their frail little frames and end up looking like worthless trash. The fact that they are short already does not assist them in their endeavors. What more being vertically disabled? They end up being called 'broken-sticks'. It is alright if you are naturally thin though. (: If you are tall and stick-thick, you are a match stick. HAHAHAHA i am laughing at INANE THINGS. After that, they can get played like pick-up sticks. hahhaha. do you get the joke? :D
They just affright me with their inexcusable ignorance that requires a young child to figure. Media really does play a great deal of influence on people nowadays. Screw that.
I sound fantastically ludicrous with the 'stick' jokes. Ignore that.
i still like sasha pivovarova. Her delectable angelic face is simply captivating. :D I can't wait for school to start. I can't believe I am saying this but it is veritable that holidays get boring once you've had too much of it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Perhaps it was due to the countless thoughts that overcrowded my mind, causing me to toss and turn in my bed grudgingly as I continually told myself 'LIKE HECK STOP THINKING, SLEEP' that made me compose this strangely tormenting poem.
It is supposed to be simple. I did not attempt too hard with the vocab.
It shall be christened She as it is a recurring word in the poem.
She
Haunting memories grip her as she tries to close her eyes
Her sympathetic life is made up of an enormous pack of lies
She lies in bed, She squeezes her rag doll- Her only bit of comfort
You could only shudder you think what She has done to be treated like dirt
She hears him coming, She knows what to expect
And yet The thundering footsteps still fill her with the same dread
'Please, PLEASE. let him think I am asleep.
Who am I lying to? I can never escape his whip.'
She hears the door knob turn ever so slightly
In return it made her shiver ever so lightly
'What a marvelous night it is' She blissfully thought
And She recounts the countless times when She struggled and fought
'He will not get away this time, not any longer.
He will not hurt me the way he did to her.'
The ebony sky seemed to glisten for a moment
She saw that the lifeless stars were coruscating with every turn
The door creaked open.
It was time.
She lay in the crimson sea with her lifeless rag doll- her only bit of comfort.
He never got his way,
not any longer.
I wanted to make it sadistic but I guess this would suffice. I was also desperate for an ending and I finally felt the urge to sleep so I merely conjured one that left certain queries unanswered. I am not sadistic, by the way even though that would be thoughtful. I have been locking myself at home and refusing any invitations to go out for the need to recuperate. Right now, I am nursing a 5 CM( 2 INCHES add that to my height man) unsightly scar on my butt that is the by-product of two operations. And my dad actually suggested a tattoo to conceal the permanent flaw. I seriously doubt his state of consciousness at that point of time even though that idea did seem appealing for a moment. Sure, they'd seem like the biggest thing at one point of your life and it shouts out ' oh-my-gosh-cool-you-have-it-i-am-so-jealous' and then no one gives a damn and the after-effects of it is merely a blend of frustration, guilt, regret and also a lot of PAIN and CASH. ((:
By the way, cash sounds very appealing to me now. I am burdened by a lot of after thoughts that should have been long forgotten and annihilated, chucked into the bottomless pit and never mentioned again. Yiling, stop letting your imagination run wild. Forgive my misuage of certain things, I do not wish to bother. Do you feel empty sometimes? If your answer is yes, join the club! :D :D :D
I need to stop obsessing about growing taller. I need to exercise and I wish I could adopt the heck-care attitude I had after my first op and went for YF camp straight after my that, running daily like a frivolous child, engaging in vigorous activities such as captain's ball and rugby that no doubt caused my poor wound to gape too many times. I was insane. And then there was that unsightly scar that made me emotional and I broke down. HAHA, and I recall the stupid misunderstanding with Allis that made me break down too. haha i like to blog about Lis without his knowledge. Lissie and his gay red shirt and the mouse and cheese that Qi and I laughed at. It is a nice shirt. :D I told him many times that 'Guys are insensitive', or so i say. That is for a majority.
What else about the camp? I recall invading Qi's personal space and occupying three beds, kicking poor isabel and qi aside. I AM SO SORRY. hahaha they were humane enough to not wake me up because of my surgical wound. (Qi was like 'I WANTED TO KICK YOU but i thought of your butt.' HAHAHAHA i was like' thanks man.' ) I do recall many irrelevant things that are too mundane to speak of, and bascially the camp was like a torture as I was not in the pink of health during the span of six days. Overall it was fruitful, but it would have been a lot better if I had resisted and went for the op after the camp. That is for attempting to be iron woman. ((: I was not victorious.
Anyway Mel! MEL L You will be fine no matter what. I will be here when you need me. :D I am really thankful for you and I truly enjoy the moments when we speak on the phone and engage in unproductive-bimbo-chat that never fails to brighten up my day(or night) :D :D :D MELMELMELMEL hahahahahahaha and I just realised that I have never called you melissa.
Yiling you can do it! You are growing taller. Eat more beans!
I will be 175cm soon. hahahahahahaha
YES I WILL BE NOW STOP LAUGHING.
hahahaha somehow i laughed when I read it.
there you go, free entertainment.
read my october 10 2008 post about salvation.
this is for your benefit. (: I wish I were still so determined.
http://purefancy.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html
It is supposed to be simple. I did not attempt too hard with the vocab.
It shall be christened She as it is a recurring word in the poem.
She
Haunting memories grip her as she tries to close her eyes
Her sympathetic life is made up of an enormous pack of lies
She lies in bed, She squeezes her rag doll- Her only bit of comfort
You could only shudder you think what She has done to be treated like dirt
She hears him coming, She knows what to expect
And yet The thundering footsteps still fill her with the same dread
'Please, PLEASE. let him think I am asleep.
Who am I lying to? I can never escape his whip.'
She hears the door knob turn ever so slightly
In return it made her shiver ever so lightly
'What a marvelous night it is' She blissfully thought
And She recounts the countless times when She struggled and fought
'He will not get away this time, not any longer.
He will not hurt me the way he did to her.'
The ebony sky seemed to glisten for a moment
She saw that the lifeless stars were coruscating with every turn
The door creaked open.
It was time.
She lay in the crimson sea with her lifeless rag doll- her only bit of comfort.
He never got his way,
not any longer.
I wanted to make it sadistic but I guess this would suffice. I was also desperate for an ending and I finally felt the urge to sleep so I merely conjured one that left certain queries unanswered. I am not sadistic, by the way even though that would be thoughtful. I have been locking myself at home and refusing any invitations to go out for the need to recuperate. Right now, I am nursing a 5 CM( 2 INCHES add that to my height man) unsightly scar on my butt that is the by-product of two operations. And my dad actually suggested a tattoo to conceal the permanent flaw. I seriously doubt his state of consciousness at that point of time even though that idea did seem appealing for a moment. Sure, they'd seem like the biggest thing at one point of your life and it shouts out ' oh-my-gosh-cool-you-have-it-i-am-so-jealous' and then no one gives a damn and the after-effects of it is merely a blend of frustration, guilt, regret and also a lot of PAIN and CASH. ((:
By the way, cash sounds very appealing to me now. I am burdened by a lot of after thoughts that should have been long forgotten and annihilated, chucked into the bottomless pit and never mentioned again. Yiling, stop letting your imagination run wild. Forgive my misuage of certain things, I do not wish to bother. Do you feel empty sometimes? If your answer is yes, join the club! :D :D :D
I need to stop obsessing about growing taller. I need to exercise and I wish I could adopt the heck-care attitude I had after my first op and went for YF camp straight after my that, running daily like a frivolous child, engaging in vigorous activities such as captain's ball and rugby that no doubt caused my poor wound to gape too many times. I was insane. And then there was that unsightly scar that made me emotional and I broke down. HAHA, and I recall the stupid misunderstanding with Allis that made me break down too. haha i like to blog about Lis without his knowledge. Lissie and his gay red shirt and the mouse and cheese that Qi and I laughed at. It is a nice shirt. :D I told him many times that 'Guys are insensitive', or so i say. That is for a majority.
What else about the camp? I recall invading Qi's personal space and occupying three beds, kicking poor isabel and qi aside. I AM SO SORRY. hahaha they were humane enough to not wake me up because of my surgical wound. (Qi was like 'I WANTED TO KICK YOU but i thought of your butt.' HAHAHAHA i was like' thanks man.' ) I do recall many irrelevant things that are too mundane to speak of, and bascially the camp was like a torture as I was not in the pink of health during the span of six days. Overall it was fruitful, but it would have been a lot better if I had resisted and went for the op after the camp. That is for attempting to be iron woman. ((: I was not victorious.
Anyway Mel! MEL L You will be fine no matter what. I will be here when you need me. :D I am really thankful for you and I truly enjoy the moments when we speak on the phone and engage in unproductive-bimbo-chat that never fails to brighten up my day(or night) :D :D :D MELMELMELMEL hahahahahahaha and I just realised that I have never called you melissa.
Yiling you can do it! You are growing taller. Eat more beans!
I will be 175cm soon. hahahahahahaha
YES I WILL BE NOW STOP LAUGHING.
hahahaha somehow i laughed when I read it.
there you go, free entertainment.
read my october 10 2008 post about salvation.
this is for your benefit. (: I wish I were still so determined.
http://purefancy.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html
Monday, January 19, 2009
I hate misunderstandings.
Actually, i like them to a certain extent and especially if they do not involve me.
they are very exciting and entertaining. (FREE ENTERTAINMENT! :D yeah right)
You can laugh at the senselessness of such behavior and ridicule the childishness and immaturity of the concerned parties and rejoice in the fact that you do not play a part.
That is, if you are not part of it.
It goes to show how much people care for fellow human beings and how emotional relationships are so vulnerable and easily destroyed.
Basically, I can't stand it.
I don't like losing friends over small matters.
I am pleased. I have new make up from Bobbi Brown. They should pay me for advertising. :D
I shall rant on about how good the brand is. I absolutely adore 'Pink Sugar Shimmer Lip Gloss'.
wow my make up looks so photogenic. hahahaha.
I own the bridal set, and this lip gloss is definitely most suitable for a glowing bride even though I am not one at the moment. It can see you through major lip activities and the scorching sun without losing its delectable shine. :D it coruscates in any simple lighting and gives your lips an undeniably seductive pout that is sure to knock the lights out of any functioning male creature. hahahaha oh my gosh i should just write advertisement campaigns and sit at home and be a coach potato. and I WAS KIDDING. lol.
I am clearly exhausted from everything. I am going for upcoming shoots. I may upload more delightful pictures if it is appropriate. :D
I personally feel that it is only rightful that i acknowledge the facts about life. I am sorry if you can't accept that.
Actually, i like them to a certain extent and especially if they do not involve me.
they are very exciting and entertaining. (FREE ENTERTAINMENT! :D yeah right)
You can laugh at the senselessness of such behavior and ridicule the childishness and immaturity of the concerned parties and rejoice in the fact that you do not play a part.
That is, if you are not part of it.
It goes to show how much people care for fellow human beings and how emotional relationships are so vulnerable and easily destroyed.
Basically, I can't stand it.
I don't like losing friends over small matters.
I am pleased. I have new make up from Bobbi Brown. They should pay me for advertising. :D
I shall rant on about how good the brand is. I absolutely adore 'Pink Sugar Shimmer Lip Gloss'.
wow my make up looks so photogenic. hahahaha.
I own the bridal set, and this lip gloss is definitely most suitable for a glowing bride even though I am not one at the moment. It can see you through major lip activities and the scorching sun without losing its delectable shine. :D it coruscates in any simple lighting and gives your lips an undeniably seductive pout that is sure to knock the lights out of any functioning male creature. hahahaha oh my gosh i should just write advertisement campaigns and sit at home and be a coach potato. and I WAS KIDDING. lol.
I am clearly exhausted from everything. I am going for upcoming shoots. I may upload more delightful pictures if it is appropriate. :D
I personally feel that it is only rightful that i acknowledge the facts about life. I am sorry if you can't accept that.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Miranda Kerr
Miranda Kerr
Miranda Kerr
YAY. She's my favourite now. Don't you just love supermodels? :D
I am really exhausted, and I am supposed to help my mum tend the shop due to her overwhelming headache. I must finalize my choices soon. It is vital that I do so with utmost consideration of every possible factor.
Monday, January 12, 2009
i walk with a limp now, I'm literally lame!
that's due to the op i had.
anyway I'm fine now, a lot better than i first was after the op. Many thanks for the concern everyone has showed me! :D
My butt still hurts though, and I can't exercise although i've walked a lot and i do not have any idea how my body can tolerate it. hahahah. i'm a bit affected by that. i am a health freak. i NEED to exercise. it stimulates my body to produce growth hormones lol that sounds corny. i need to grow taller.
forgive me, i'm high.
o level results were out today! For those who wanna know. nine minus one. eight! danggggg. b3 for my cca and i wish i had taken hmt. i started studying really late, after my prelims. throughout the past year, i only studied for my math subjects and surprisingly, i did not do as well for them. (i suddenly remember that i had fever that day, perhaps it's God's will) anyway, i must be glad. God has really helped me and sustained me throughout the exams even when i was worn out due to the crash studying i put myself through. I must be thankful. YILING! BE THANKFUL! hahaha where shall i go now? this is a rather meaningless post. i'll tell you when i know.
that's due to the op i had.
anyway I'm fine now, a lot better than i first was after the op. Many thanks for the concern everyone has showed me! :D
My butt still hurts though, and I can't exercise although i've walked a lot and i do not have any idea how my body can tolerate it. hahahah. i'm a bit affected by that. i am a health freak. i NEED to exercise. it stimulates my body to produce growth hormones lol that sounds corny. i need to grow taller.
forgive me, i'm high.
o level results were out today! For those who wanna know. nine minus one. eight! danggggg. b3 for my cca and i wish i had taken hmt. i started studying really late, after my prelims. throughout the past year, i only studied for my math subjects and surprisingly, i did not do as well for them. (i suddenly remember that i had fever that day, perhaps it's God's will) anyway, i must be glad. God has really helped me and sustained me throughout the exams even when i was worn out due to the crash studying i put myself through. I must be thankful. YILING! BE THANKFUL! hahaha where shall i go now? this is a rather meaningless post. i'll tell you when i know.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Sasha Pivovarova
Sasha Pivovarova
Sasha Pivovarova
Bar Rafaeli
Bar Rafaeli
She's quite gorgeous in this picture. I love tall girls :D BUT I'm straight. hahahahaha.
My favorite supermodel is SASHA!
I love supermodels.
I can't find other stunning pictures offhand and these are just some that I found whilst surfing a while ago.
I do not know when I am supposed to go back to school to obtain my O level results.
Anyway, who cares?
I'll naturally know when the time comes.
I need to resolve to eat less. Whenever I'm upset, I eat significantly more and my dad says I'm suffering from depression. No, not that extreme. Darn it. I'm a really jovial girl.
I grew taller! YAY. I measured myself today.
I wanna hit 175. About two inches more. Actually I wanted to hit 179 but it's kinda insane.
Okay, it IS insane.
I must drink more milk and exercise vigorously.
I'm popping a lot of health supplements that my mum bought to sustain my body in view of the operation.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
It has truly been ages since I last updated. I recall utilizing this to improve my command of the language and it looks like this still is a great outlet for me to make use of. haha, this sounds so serious.
anyway, the past holiday has truly been a very trying one for me. Though it may sound very typical and this can happen to anyone, it is something like this that makes one treasure life and it awakens me to the fact that humans are weak and frail.
I've had this lump on my butt and I dismissed it off as a natural mutation and after undergoing the operation for the first time to rid that annoying thing, I was given a call to rush back to the hospital after certain tests. The operation was truly and experience. I opted for local a, and I was awake throughout the whole procedure. I heard things like' mysterious' during the op and the anaesthetic wore off several times during the op. The sewing up of the wound hurt quite a bit because the jab had already worn off. It was kinda scary, with people touching you and tugging at you. haha, sounds humourous, right.
Further tests conclude that this tumor is between malignant and benign, (they can't diagnose it) and the identified 'object' can spread and even reoccur in the same area or even other organs. This case is significantly rare and has surfaced in that hospital for about two times throughout the past decade or decades. wow.
I'm gonna survive anyway. :D
I was really upset, but i thought. 'Everything in life happens for a purpose or plan, and I'll have to go through it anyway, so I must be strong and happy.'
I'm alright now. (: The operation is on 7jan. that's a few days later. Do remember me in your prayers!
ANYWAY.
The holidays were great. HAHA I AM SO GLAD.
I am truly relieved that my burden has finally been lifted off after this long period of time and heartbreak. Sorry for those weird things! Have fun! I hope i mean it now.
It's just a pity that good things in life don't last. I've said this before. 'The world is ending and we should just treasure the time we have now.' I've said this to several people. Before that, I felt like being rash and impulsive and doing all that I wanted, but Qi told me that the world isn't ending now, and I should live for God. She's right, but it really is seemingly impossible to lay off everything and devote my all because there still is a part of me that is reluctant to. The message yesterday was really relevant. 'Not a hoof' should we leave on Earth, but we continue doing that because we're human and we're weak. How dampening.
I must stop caring.
STOP CARING!
hahaha, too bad i still do.
hmmmmm
Let's marvel at this beautiful sight together and enjoy the moment while it lasts.
alright?
anyway, the past holiday has truly been a very trying one for me. Though it may sound very typical and this can happen to anyone, it is something like this that makes one treasure life and it awakens me to the fact that humans are weak and frail.
I've had this lump on my butt and I dismissed it off as a natural mutation and after undergoing the operation for the first time to rid that annoying thing, I was given a call to rush back to the hospital after certain tests. The operation was truly and experience. I opted for local a, and I was awake throughout the whole procedure. I heard things like' mysterious' during the op and the anaesthetic wore off several times during the op. The sewing up of the wound hurt quite a bit because the jab had already worn off. It was kinda scary, with people touching you and tugging at you. haha, sounds humourous, right.
Further tests conclude that this tumor is between malignant and benign, (they can't diagnose it) and the identified 'object' can spread and even reoccur in the same area or even other organs. This case is significantly rare and has surfaced in that hospital for about two times throughout the past decade or decades. wow.
I'm gonna survive anyway. :D
I was really upset, but i thought. 'Everything in life happens for a purpose or plan, and I'll have to go through it anyway, so I must be strong and happy.'
I'm alright now. (: The operation is on 7jan. that's a few days later. Do remember me in your prayers!
ANYWAY.
The holidays were great. HAHA I AM SO GLAD.
I am truly relieved that my burden has finally been lifted off after this long period of time and heartbreak. Sorry for those weird things! Have fun! I hope i mean it now.
It's just a pity that good things in life don't last. I've said this before. 'The world is ending and we should just treasure the time we have now.' I've said this to several people. Before that, I felt like being rash and impulsive and doing all that I wanted, but Qi told me that the world isn't ending now, and I should live for God. She's right, but it really is seemingly impossible to lay off everything and devote my all because there still is a part of me that is reluctant to. The message yesterday was really relevant. 'Not a hoof' should we leave on Earth, but we continue doing that because we're human and we're weak. How dampening.
I must stop caring.
STOP CARING!
hahaha, too bad i still do.
hmmmmm
Let's marvel at this beautiful sight together and enjoy the moment while it lasts.
alright?
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