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Monday, March 30, 2009
Oh ya before I sleep
FIRSTLY. I have a pimple INSIDE my nose. How cool is that. A pimple that no one can see, but hurts when I dig it.
SECONDLY. And I don't want to admit this, but I enjoy reading Dawn Yang's blog. I bet she's going to Sydney tomorrow! No, actually, in a few hours. YES!
Oh, and don't forget to visit my digital portfolio. Yeah. It's on Google. I coined the term, eat that, bunny rabbits.
OOH COOL. Rainbow. Taken just last Saturday, 21 March.
SECONDLY. And I don't want to admit this, but I enjoy reading Dawn Yang's blog. I bet she's going to Sydney tomorrow! No, actually, in a few hours. YES!
Oh, and don't forget to visit my digital portfolio. Yeah. It's on Google. I coined the term, eat that, bunny rabbits.
OOH COOL. Rainbow. Taken just last Saturday, 21 March.
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Facebook is nice and all
Facebook. Nice thing. However, jumped the shark. Quizzes suck. And where's all the fun status updates I used to like to read? So now I'm returning back to my roots, my ground which I stand firm on. I need to get my mind straight after days just fly by with no recollection of myself ever thinking... what happened.
Browsed through my Photobucket. My oh my, how time flies.
My favourite picture of the moment.
Browsed through my Photobucket. My oh my, how time flies.
My favourite picture of the moment.
So lazy to touch my portfolio website, just because I have a strangely confident feeling that I'm not cut out for the design industry. I want to prove myself wrong. However, I don't know how things will work out in the end. Who knows? I might have to kiss someone's butt in the future for the sake of my naïvety, but once again... WHO KNOWS?
Sometimes, I just wish I could find a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and just settle down. I am ready, but you know, sometimes, that special someone will never come in our lives. Billions of people have the mindset that their true love will come falling into their lap one fine day, but in fact, majority are still delusional, still in that state of wishful thinking. I pity that.
Sometimes, I just wish I could find a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and just settle down. I am ready, but you know, sometimes, that special someone will never come in our lives. Billions of people have the mindset that their true love will come falling into their lap one fine day, but in fact, majority are still delusional, still in that state of wishful thinking. I pity that.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Fuck my life
I lost my iPod cable. My Megavideo subscription ran out. I missed American Idol and Survivor. I haven't watched Confessions of a Shopaholic. I no longer can get high from alcohol. My tolerance is impeccable, and that makes me sad. Hot strangers who speak French to me make me go wild. SKL ciggs made me so very dizzy. Felt so emo after work that I smoked twice, though once per day is more than enough to kill me early. Thanks to my dear chaffeur to drive me home. Waiting for Luke to upload pictures of ME. Damn, hurry pl0x. ;)
Oh yeah. Haven't uploaded pictures to Facebook. So sorry to Ernest. So sorry to SunshinePlaz. Addicted to sad slow songs tonight, like Gravity by Sara Bareilles and If No One Will Listen by Kelly Clarkson. My bottom gums hurt, I have no money for dentist. I owe KY 5 bucks. My face is burdened by scars. Work was fuck today because we were short-handed. No one from the design industry called me. I don't impress anyone. So emo, so so emo.
What if You find someone else... when You told me yesterday You loved me, I was so glad. I love You too. I think we share a special bond that You might not acknowledge, but I've never felt love as much as I love You. I care for You, and I show it through kindness. I've never felt more special because I believe Your 3 words regardless of how many might hit on You or You hit on them.
I might get heartbroken, jealous, and emo, all at the same time, but You know damn well that me and my heart, we got issues.
Oh yeah. Haven't uploaded pictures to Facebook. So sorry to Ernest. So sorry to SunshinePlaz. Addicted to sad slow songs tonight, like Gravity by Sara Bareilles and If No One Will Listen by Kelly Clarkson. My bottom gums hurt, I have no money for dentist. I owe KY 5 bucks. My face is burdened by scars. Work was fuck today because we were short-handed. No one from the design industry called me. I don't impress anyone. So emo, so so emo.
What if You find someone else... when You told me yesterday You loved me, I was so glad. I love You too. I think we share a special bond that You might not acknowledge, but I've never felt love as much as I love You. I care for You, and I show it through kindness. I've never felt more special because I believe Your 3 words regardless of how many might hit on You or You hit on them.
I might get heartbroken, jealous, and emo, all at the same time, but You know damn well that me and my heart, we got issues.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Mother of Pearl
Hey babes. It was a fun namecard-swapping with some of my coursemates in digilab.
I skipped Alumnight and went to eat Just Acia with RoMo and Zhenevie and also my hao peng you, Darren, woots.
Talked until the place closed. 4 scoops of icecream for me. I said a very bad thing to the waitress: "Wait, you don't understand, right?" Thinking she was China. OOPS. Well, maybe she was, but I don't discriminate. I love China people, whether they can speak English or not. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings, I think I did. Damn me.
Then it was a long walk to shisha and drink [alcohol] at Marakesh (however you spell it) on a weekday, can you believe it? And can you believe Dhoby Ghaut, to Clarke Quay, via Esplanade? Though I realise it's actually 1 MRT station away, but hell it didn't feel like, to be honest.
It was so much fun, I believe. I puffed on the shit for so long, sucking it HARD and breathing out smoke. I need to pass on my hardcore to my friends, like wut. Pictures on Facebook but of course. Why eat my Photobucket bandwidth? Hehe.
YOU ALL GOTTA STOP BITCHING SO MUCH like srsly, it's gonna be a bad habit when you all reach the 'auntie'-age and nag nag nag nag hahahahaha. Kidding. =)
I gotta do up my Sol-T-La-Tay website soon. Fizzuck.
Lazy ah!
I skipped Alumnight and went to eat Just Acia with RoMo and Zhenevie and also my hao peng you, Darren, woots.
Talked until the place closed. 4 scoops of icecream for me. I said a very bad thing to the waitress: "Wait, you don't understand, right?" Thinking she was China. OOPS. Well, maybe she was, but I don't discriminate. I love China people, whether they can speak English or not. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings, I think I did. Damn me.
Then it was a long walk to shisha and drink [alcohol] at Marakesh (however you spell it) on a weekday, can you believe it? And can you believe Dhoby Ghaut, to Clarke Quay, via Esplanade? Though I realise it's actually 1 MRT station away, but hell it didn't feel like, to be honest.
It was so much fun, I believe. I puffed on the shit for so long, sucking it HARD and breathing out smoke. I need to pass on my hardcore to my friends, like wut. Pictures on Facebook but of course. Why eat my Photobucket bandwidth? Hehe.
YOU ALL GOTTA STOP BITCHING SO MUCH like srsly, it's gonna be a bad habit when you all reach the 'auntie'-age and nag nag nag nag hahahahaha. Kidding. =)
I gotta do up my Sol-T-La-Tay website soon. Fizzuck.
Lazy ah!
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
I love you, my party kakis.
Friday night.
Impromptu, impulsive. Yello Jello. Bon Jovi. Mickey. Dancing Queen. Fucking like mambo. Weak expensive jug.
Long walk to Neil Rd. Tantric. Long Island Tea. Jägerbomb. Another Long Island Tea. Kylie's concert. MTV. Good pop music. Drunk angmohs. (turn off)
Brandon. Walk. Pee in public. Spoilt library book. Crash a hotel. Two cabbed home. I felt really sick. I ran away, far far away from Brandon. Telok Ayer Park. Mosquitoes. Public masturbation. No cum. Train home. Stopped at Sembawang. Showed how tired I was. Home. Drop dead.
Wake up. No hangover.
I love Wondergirls.
Impromptu, impulsive. Yello Jello. Bon Jovi. Mickey. Dancing Queen. Fucking like mambo. Weak expensive jug.
Long walk to Neil Rd. Tantric. Long Island Tea. Jägerbomb. Another Long Island Tea. Kylie's concert. MTV. Good pop music. Drunk angmohs. (turn off)
Brandon. Walk. Pee in public. Spoilt library book. Crash a hotel. Two cabbed home. I felt really sick. I ran away, far far away from Brandon. Telok Ayer Park. Mosquitoes. Public masturbation. No cum. Train home. Stopped at Sembawang. Showed how tired I was. Home. Drop dead.
Wake up. No hangover.
I love Wondergirls.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
FOOD SUCKS.
I shall be anorexic tomorrow. Oh my effin' Gawd, I've eaten way too much stuff today. Suki Sushi, then Changing Appetites. (I almost saw 'Appetitties.') ... $40 ++ fly away.
And I was trying to cross-analyze my knowledge of basic French with Sisha and Ahper. Because French and Italian are almost like sibling languages, it's purdy cool to know that 'demain' and 'domani' mean the same thing. Likewise for 'froid' = 'fredo'...
Today, my most overly used word was Allons-y. DAMN.
Little note to myself: Cut hair. I cannot stand long hair when it curls and it starts to get me twisted. I'm so glad that Sisha and Ahper knows that Nikeysha does the HEY.
Have any of you felt that although you've done absolutely nothing wrong, there seems to be a strange foreboding aura in the air that... hmm, how do I illustrate it for y'all... it moves plate tectonics in the Earth's crust? You can't see it, because you ain't underneath the Earth's surface; but hell yeah you can feel it since you are just standing on top of it, and you know it's all happening really unnecessarily.
And twice today, I've heard comments on me not changing.
Urm, why should I change?
There isn't anything worth changing about me. So, if I did change, who would I be?
Another dull drone in a beehive?
It's not affecting me much, but I just wish, I really do WISH that people would understand that individualism is a trait that is one that separates the 1 special gem called Katarzyna from the pack of unassorted grey stones like Ali(s) and Bala(s).
I refuse to conform for the time being. For God's sake, I studied in La scuola di Disegno, and aren't designers known for their rather eccentric side? If it doesn't show in their outfits, it can definitely show in either their works, their personalities, and so on.
I am proud to be myself and I will not change who I am, the very essence of what makes me 'me'... to please anybody. You could always change different parts of you, but when you're unhappy with what you are, you WILL realise that all you need to do is STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF, just like what I've done and will continue to do. It's not hard, after jumping through hoops of critiques, webs of opinions, and uncountable experiences of school bullying for years.
"Some people never change."
There is no need to change, that's why. If you don't like it, my simple suggestion is to go into a time machine, go back to the 60's, learn the hippie lifestyle, and embrace our small little quirks that don't make us all robots with no sense of exclusive direction.
PEACE OUT!
And I was trying to cross-analyze my knowledge of basic French with Sisha and Ahper. Because French and Italian are almost like sibling languages, it's purdy cool to know that 'demain' and 'domani' mean the same thing. Likewise for 'froid' = 'fredo'...
Today, my most overly used word was Allons-y. DAMN.
Little note to myself: Cut hair. I cannot stand long hair when it curls and it starts to get me twisted. I'm so glad that Sisha and Ahper knows that Nikeysha does the HEY.
Have any of you felt that although you've done absolutely nothing wrong, there seems to be a strange foreboding aura in the air that... hmm, how do I illustrate it for y'all... it moves plate tectonics in the Earth's crust? You can't see it, because you ain't underneath the Earth's surface; but hell yeah you can feel it since you are just standing on top of it, and you know it's all happening really unnecessarily.
And twice today, I've heard comments on me not changing.
Urm, why should I change?
There isn't anything worth changing about me. So, if I did change, who would I be?
Another dull drone in a beehive?
It's not affecting me much, but I just wish, I really do WISH that people would understand that individualism is a trait that is one that separates the 1 special gem called Katarzyna from the pack of unassorted grey stones like Ali(s) and Bala(s).
I refuse to conform for the time being. For God's sake, I studied in La scuola di Disegno, and aren't designers known for their rather eccentric side? If it doesn't show in their outfits, it can definitely show in either their works, their personalities, and so on.
I am proud to be myself and I will not change who I am, the very essence of what makes me 'me'... to please anybody. You could always change different parts of you, but when you're unhappy with what you are, you WILL realise that all you need to do is STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF, just like what I've done and will continue to do. It's not hard, after jumping through hoops of critiques, webs of opinions, and uncountable experiences of school bullying for years.
"Some people never change."
There is no need to change, that's why. If you don't like it, my simple suggestion is to go into a time machine, go back to the 60's, learn the hippie lifestyle, and embrace our small little quirks that don't make us all robots with no sense of exclusive direction.
PEACE OUT!
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Thoughts to jot
I think it's so sad.. well, BEYOND sad, that people would wish their own selves "Happy Birthday" on Facebook, especially when the clock strikes twelve.
GOSH.
Have some humility, dude. It's not that people don't care whether it's your birthday or not, but for Christ's sake, to stroke your own roost with a self-indulgent status update?
You have my pity.
DISCLAIMER: None of you know who he is, so don't bother snooping your pork nose around for dirt. I'm clean like Febreeze.
GOSH.
Have some humility, dude. It's not that people don't care whether it's your birthday or not, but for Christ's sake, to stroke your own roost with a self-indulgent status update?
You have my pity.
DISCLAIMER: None of you know who he is, so don't bother snooping your pork nose around for dirt. I'm clean like Febreeze.
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Do some people have no sense of owning their careers?
Some people are chronic latecomers. Some people are chronic absentees.
Just leaves me wondering whether they have any responsibility for their own futures... most importantly, jobs.
Late. Absent.
I'm just glad that I don't have this problem, on a ... chronic... sense. Punctuality and attendance are two of the most essential 'concepts' in my life. A lot of people my age don't seem to put both of these values in utmost importance in their lives, which I would find quite a bit of a shame. Leaves me wondering. Am I naïve to always come 'unfashionably' early, or am I in a generation of youths where being 'late' has incredulously spawned from compulsive complacency?
I'll see what happens at 10 am tomorrow. As far as absentees, DARE them to be absent. As far as punctuality, it's ON baby.
Just leaves me wondering whether they have any responsibility for their own futures... most importantly, jobs.
Late. Absent.
I'm just glad that I don't have this problem, on a ... chronic... sense. Punctuality and attendance are two of the most essential 'concepts' in my life. A lot of people my age don't seem to put both of these values in utmost importance in their lives, which I would find quite a bit of a shame. Leaves me wondering. Am I naïve to always come 'unfashionably' early, or am I in a generation of youths where being 'late' has incredulously spawned from compulsive complacency?
I'll see what happens at 10 am tomorrow. As far as absentees, DARE them to be absent. As far as punctuality, it's ON baby.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My acne vulgaris is affecting my mood.
As you all know, I have been plagued with a lot of acne nowadays. Once they seem to disappear, new big cysts pop up again, waiting to feed on the OIL that is on my face. The OIL that, if I have collected since I was 13, could probably use to fuel Denise's car. Heehee.
Sigh. But jokes aside, I really hate my pimples. If I look in the mirror, I cringe. I'm that ugly. Doesn't help that I'm fat and short and really ugly with or without the acne. I am not insecure. This is reality. I am facing it. I don't like it, I don't love it. People look at me, see my acne, thus think I'm ugly, I know it all too well.
Humans, regardless straight or bi or gay, are shallow. Looks ARE everything right now in this century. Otherwise, we'd have really fugly women walking down Victoria's Secret runway every year. And of course my acne affects me in the worst way. I keep on looking in the mirror (that is to the right of me) and look. And BURN. Pimples. Mother. Tooting. Pimples.
ARGH. Come on!!!
Go away and let me be like the rest of the majority of adults who have pimpleless skin. Can't I live a life where I don't have to constantly worry about "what's on my face?" The amount of money I spent on facial items, sigh, I wonder if they are any good at all, to be honest! Because it seems like with them, it's this horrible condition, ya? Without them, it's still gonna be horrible.
Should I just get Oxy 10 again? Neutrogena on the spot counter treatment is fine, but I find it to be so weak against my male skin. Yes, men's skin is different from women's, much tougher to get rid of acne and whatnot. My current Benzoyl Peroxide is just 2.5%, maybe using a dose that is four times more is required.
I am so afraid to leave my house now. To even go swimming. I am scared that people are gonna look at my face and scream. I don't want to wear makeup, because, hey, I'm not THAT metrosexy. Only for the weekends and special occasions. But if I have to walk with my face plain naked, being exposed to all humans and environmental hazards like sunlight. Sigh. It's going to be a tough and long journey for me.
Puberty is the hardest thing to overcome. =(
Sigh. But jokes aside, I really hate my pimples. If I look in the mirror, I cringe. I'm that ugly. Doesn't help that I'm fat and short and really ugly with or without the acne. I am not insecure. This is reality. I am facing it. I don't like it, I don't love it. People look at me, see my acne, thus think I'm ugly, I know it all too well.
Humans, regardless straight or bi or gay, are shallow. Looks ARE everything right now in this century. Otherwise, we'd have really fugly women walking down Victoria's Secret runway every year. And of course my acne affects me in the worst way. I keep on looking in the mirror (that is to the right of me) and look. And BURN. Pimples. Mother. Tooting. Pimples.
ARGH. Come on!!!
Go away and let me be like the rest of the majority of adults who have pimpleless skin. Can't I live a life where I don't have to constantly worry about "what's on my face?" The amount of money I spent on facial items, sigh, I wonder if they are any good at all, to be honest! Because it seems like with them, it's this horrible condition, ya? Without them, it's still gonna be horrible.
Should I just get Oxy 10 again? Neutrogena on the spot counter treatment is fine, but I find it to be so weak against my male skin. Yes, men's skin is different from women's, much tougher to get rid of acne and whatnot. My current Benzoyl Peroxide is just 2.5%, maybe using a dose that is four times more is required.
I am so afraid to leave my house now. To even go swimming. I am scared that people are gonna look at my face and scream. I don't want to wear makeup, because, hey, I'm not THAT metrosexy. Only for the weekends and special occasions. But if I have to walk with my face plain naked, being exposed to all humans and environmental hazards like sunlight. Sigh. It's going to be a tough and long journey for me.
Puberty is the hardest thing to overcome. =(
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
omg.
How I absolute despise brands. I hate window shopping. I hate looking at LV, Gucci, Agnes B., Ralph Lauren, HATE. Why do people shop at these places? I'm a student, I have no right to look at things I would think look good on me. (Fred Perry. Yum ya?) But nonetheless, I hate brands. I have a grudge against not brands in general, but ATAS brands.
Who cares if you are more ATAS than others?
Does carrying an LV bag make you royalty and that people must kiss the ground you walk on? Does having Gucci make your life as different as not having Gucci? Does it shape your future? Does it help you financially.... in your education? Or in your health?
These 'big' brands are playing mind games on consumers. Does owning material possessions put you in your personal Nirvana?
If you care so much about what other people think about you, or your social status... think about how important social status is. Is it really? It's so vague, and abstract, how do you even measure your own against your own neighbour, and your own friends.
Big question: DOES IT EVEN MATTER?
If you said yes, please enlighten me on this matter. Thank you.
Who cares if you are more ATAS than others?
Does carrying an LV bag make you royalty and that people must kiss the ground you walk on? Does having Gucci make your life as different as not having Gucci? Does it shape your future? Does it help you financially.... in your education? Or in your health?
These 'big' brands are playing mind games on consumers. Does owning material possessions put you in your personal Nirvana?
If you care so much about what other people think about you, or your social status... think about how important social status is. Is it really? It's so vague, and abstract, how do you even measure your own against your own neighbour, and your own friends.
Big question: DOES IT EVEN MATTER?
If you said yes, please enlighten me on this matter. Thank you.
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