RETROSPECT.

2008-10-02T18:45:00.002+08:00

I'm starting anew at http://orangetikis.wordpress.com

I didn't give anyone the password to my blog

2008-02-20T16:53:00.003+08:00

It's been so long, but I can't seem to recall the highlights of those months. Except that, I got hired full time at the company I interned for, and applied for all 3 local unis (yeah, kiasu I know). So I'm pretty much going to work 5 days a week with only weekends to spare (if unlucky, my weekend might even be taken). I can't emphasize enough on how much I miss school. I miss school like fuck. It's hard to imagine how this whole "working" thing is supposed to go on till I retire (like, seriously?) when I'm already half-dead. Haven't had enough sleep cos Im too used to sleeping late but I have to wake up at 730 every other damn day. I've resorted to sleeping in the office toilet much of late (at least it's quite clean!). I've been writing so many proposals and creative concepts and gotten rejected so many times that I've lost count. Each new one just makes me wanna put less effort since it won't get chosen anyways. At least I get paid more (which I wouldn't be able to splurge with cos I'm saving my mac, that's 2 mth's pay already!). To keep myself sane, I err... hide my colleague's stuff. So there, a rant aka an update of vanny's life.

Of late, I started another blog, ask me if you care enough to know.

2007-10-31T22:50:00.000+08:00

Oh and I forgot to add, Fuck Nokia Mini SD cards. Mine pulled some security feature against me. I can't even reformat it. If anyone knows how to fix it, please be a kind soul and help.

2007-10-31T22:29:00.000+08:00

It's been one and a half months into my internship and even though I usually only fall ill less than 5 times a year, I have fallen sick twice during my internship already. And I don't mean the, day-long flu kind of sick, I mean, like seriously nose bleeding with mucus/fever/headache kind of sick.

And just when I fell sick, I was scheduled to go for shoots. I could have taken mc, or asked to be excused and stay in the office instead, but this was my first shoot for work and I didn't wanna miss any part of it. It didn't help that most of the shoots lasted till the wee hours in the morning. Anyhow, I managed to more or less recover midway through the production.

Fast forward one and a half weeks, and the filming's done. It was fun and I must say I learnt a lot. But I'm still in the mist of adjusting back to this time zone... I overslept today. Damn it.

I had a lot to blog about, but I forgot. That's what working does to you.

Because Love Should Make the World Go Round

2007-10-06T14:34:00.000+08:00

I got this from Qh who got it from tiff who got it from nat who got it from her friend (let's see how far this thing goes).

Reply to this post, and I will write one thing I love about you. Maybe more than one. Then (if you want) repost to your own journal and spread the love.

"But then Pop! Goes My Heart!"

2007-10-02T01:09:00.000+08:00

I just watched Music and Lyrics and loved it. Now I'm watching the music vid for POP! Goes my Heart again and again cos it's hilarious. For those of you who didn't catch the movie, this video and song is a parody of pop songs and mtvs in the 80s. So stereotypically truee!

And STOP, I Will.

2007-09-29T18:10:00.000+08:00

So this is what working life is like... In my two weeks at work so far, I've learnt some basic editing, done radio trailers and held auditions on my own. And next month, we're doing a drama for Arts Central so that's gonna be quite cool. Hopefully, I get to tag along for the shoots. So work isn't so bad, except for the part that I have to wake up fricking early (7:20am to be exact), and then by the time I get home, it's usually 9pm. That leaves me 3 or 4 hrs of spare time before I hit the sack. This new lifestyle was probably what left me burning with a fever on Wed night which, in turn, caused me to be unable to see Joanie off. Damn.

By Fridays, I'm usually counting down to the weekend which means, late mornings (or maybe I won't wake to see morning at all) and late nights. I feel like work is eating up my social life cos I'm usually too tired/lazy to do anything or go anywhere anymore. Thank God for shows.

Which Direction?

2007-09-16T18:15:00.000+08:00

I'm not kidding when I say I've spent the past hour surfing streetdirectory.com and the SBS Transit site just so I would be on time for my first day as an intern instead of getting lost in some unfamiliar territory. From past experience, map reading has never been my kind of thing. I recall how I was in the car with four other girlfriends, yelling directions and profanities ("Keep left!", "Turn here!", "FUCK!") as we tried to find our way to our destination. At this particular incident, I was the one next to the driver, holding the street directory, fervently flipping those pages, and giving directions except that they ended with a question mark rather than a fullstop.

According to the SBS journey planner, it'll take me approximately 48 minutes to get to work. This is rounded off to an hour. So that's like 2 hrs of travelling to and fro everyday, 5 days a week. But who am I to complain, at least I'm doing something I want.

Anyway, the last week of my holiday was great, though it was sad to see Tiff go. At least she gets to wear winter clothes and a driver she can call her own.

Somewhere midweek, I made a trip across the causeway. It's the closest I got to a holiday in awhile, and also the closest I got to a spontaneous holiday since the trip was only devised the night before. With no concrete plans whatsoever, Jodi and I headed to JB with hopes that we would come back in one piece.

Plenty of things fascinated us, particularly the rampancy of unfashionable teenagers roaming the shopping centres we visited. When we lost interest in viewing the shops, we began to view the people there. It occured to us that such imprudence in dressing among the locals were more amusing than the shops itself. And it was decided that it would be evil of us not to share what we saw.

Here's a snippet...

Apparently knee high socks are a hit

These aren't so bad yet...

Yeah, it's blurry, but it's not easy to snap these pictures in secret!

what.the.efff. is she wearing?!

The girl in the last picture turned and frowned at us because Jodi forgot to turn off the flash for this one. You can't really tell from the pictures but they really do have a hideous dress sense. I would have taken pictures of all the really bad ones but it's really hard to be subtle and get a good shot.

The rest of the day was spent exploring the place and taking plenty of pictures in between (or whenever an opportunity arises)...

I dared Jodi to stand on the fallen tree. She took up my challenge but didn't go too far cos the wood was falling apart.

The drains in Malaysia are so deep!

Crab for dinner... yum.

I was just telling Jodi to be careful of birdshit cos we were under a tree with many birds, and seconds later, some bird decided to shit on her arm.

Malaysia Boleh!

Because it's 3am (and I have nothing better to do)

2007-09-05T03:04:00.000+08:00

For the past hour, I've been trying to win the Expert level of minesweeper (possibly the most timeless game ever). It's the holidays and when Im not out or watching shows at home, I'm probably playing minesweeper. I know it sounds damn loser-ish, but it's fun really! Very mind-stimulating. Well, it's fun... at least until you get so close to winning.

Only 12 more mines to go and I died. It came to a point where I had to guess where the mines were. This has happened more than a few times and I'm starting to wonder if it's even possible to win this game. And I can't sleep now cos all I'm thinking about is to complete ONE damn game.

UPDATE! (40 minutes later...)
You know your life sucks when this happens...

Slow Down

2007-08-27T13:09:00.000+08:00

I've been a student for so long and I've never really prepared myself that that might change soon. Too soon. I've just taken possibly my last examination, attended possibly my last tutorial/lecture and will be getting possibly my last grades in the coming months. It's crazyshit to be working from now till retirement (unless I become a taitai), I don't even know how adults do it. I love being a student. I'm just not ready, and the thought scares me. All the horrors of adulthood scare me. I hope I get into uni so I have a couple more years to adjust to the notion of growing up.

After the "possibly last examination", we went to celebrate at Pok's place. Pizza, Taboo, HSM lyrics and a drunk Glen equated to P A R T Y. The party continued at Zouk that night, with a very entertaining drunk Glen.

Transition

2007-08-23T15:38:00.000+08:00

Things are going to change.
But pretend it's okay.
We might not be the same.
But pretend it's okay.
We'll all move on.
But pretend it's okay.
I don't want to move on.
But pretend it's okay.
It'll never be the same.
But pretend it's okay.
Just
Don't talk about it
Pretend it's okay.

Everyone should watch this

2007-08-18T12:19:00.001+08:00

I'm supposed to study for the dreaded exams but I got distracted by a very cute kid. I can't even begin to describe how adorable this kid is. I love how he's so unintentionally cute (unlike baby ally). I've been watch this video over and over, and I still laugh when I watch it.

This is the kid, trying to tell his daddy that "baby's got BLARRRD(A)!"

His daddy couldn't help but laugh at his pronunciation of blood... (Neither could I). So the kid goes... "NOT FARNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" (you can see from the image he places strong emphasis on the "NIEEEE".

Daddy's still laughing and not paying attention to his point that baby's bleeding (mommy's already settled that). Out of exasperation, he screams "NOT FARNIEEEE!!!!!!".

Okay everyone should just watch the video instead.

Van can cook!

2007-08-07T16:29:00.000+08:00

Once in awhile, I get cravings for certain food. Last night, induced by Miranda of Sex and the City (I was watching the episode where she kept eating choc cakes), I decided that I should get myself some choc cakes as well. I had it all planned. I would wake up, prepare for a one day work stint (a favour for my cousin), grab a choc cake on the way to work and get bored at work.

But well, plans change.

What really happened this morning was, I woke up to find that Im supposed to report to work later than initially planned. This is the part I felt the sudden urge to bake choc cake I was still thinking about. When I called to find out what time I should start work, I hinted that I had other plans, and succeeded in dodging a very unproductive day at work.

So with that settled, I proceeded with my shopping list. Suddenly inspired to cook some aglio olio as well, I added the ingredients to my shopping list. I initially wanted to bake from scratch, but got lazy and bought the brownie mix instead (since I was already gonna cook from scratch).

Making brownie was simple, just add water, oil and eggs.

Yummy!

But I still managed to screw it up somehow. It was slightly burnt at the edges even though I set the temperature slightly lower than instructed and set the time 5 minutes shorter. I quickly took it out of the oven when I smelt something burning. It's still edible though probably will increase my risk of getting cancer. It really tastes quite good (instant mix what) but my mom says it's too hard.

Tada!

After I was done with making my brownie, I prepped the ingredients to make aglio olio. It's supposed to be an idiot-proof recipe cos you basically just fry some garlic, chilli flakes and parsley and add the pasta. The recipe said prep time was 10 min but I took more than an hour chopping the garlic, parsley and chilli flakes.

Speaking of which, I had no idea that cutting dried chilli without a glove would give you burning fingers. Yes, I hardly ever cook. When I was chopping the garlic, my fingers started to burn and turn red. I thought I was allergic to garlic and when I brought this troubling issue of a potential allergy to garlic to my mom, she just casually said, "it's from the chilli you cut just now lah".

And The Mother didn't even bother warning me. I spent the next half an hour soaking my fingers in milk (I googled for remedies and found that to be the most practical antidote).

The aglio olio turned out less than fantastic. I know that because my parents kept oddly quiet when I asked them if it was good. But it wasn't that bad, really.

Looks good right?

So you see, Van can cook. Just that... her cooking skills are mediocre. Today merely reinforced the fact that I'm not housewife material.

We were...

2007-08-02T13:11:00.000+08:00

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One more week to go before I probably never set foot on NP grounds again. Im almost literally dragging myself to school these days, but I know that when school's out, I'll definitely miss school. Well, not so much of school per se, but more like what school encompasses of. This is gonna be one hell of an emo post...

I've changed so much in almost every way during my stay in NP. Honestly, I don't know if I liked the old me better. But I guess change is inevitable. I don't really know how to put these changes into words, but I just know that I would have done a lot of things differently if I was that girl I used to be. Sure, there are regrets, plenty (saying the wrong thing to a lecturer is the latest on the list). But there has also been much that have gone right, of which I am grateful for.

This is the part where I'm gonna get all sappy and tell my friends how much I love them. I don't see the need to mention names, cos you all should know who you are (08! 08!08!). You guys made school bearable. You guys made me smile, even when I was stressed out (bet you couldn't tell) by the shitload of work. And we would hang out and bitch about everything, play stupid games, get drunk and do more silly things. It makes me emo thinking about moving on in life and not being able to have you people around all the time to share each others' moments (ben and glen has plenty of them). Thank you for making school so much fun.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU GUYS.

And now the pictures shall speak for themselves.

Haha whose overexposed face is that

The Things that Make a Family

2007-07-15T11:49:00.000+08:00

Usually when I happen to be home and my mom decides that the house is too dirty/messy for inhabitation, she would issue a decree on the family and everyone will be allocated some sort of household chore. I dread such occasions; housework is so not my kind of thing. So on one such occasion, I was to clean up my room and the mop kitchen.

After cleaning up my room, my lovely younger brother came to me and said, "Jie, I help you mop the kitchen, you pay me 20 cents, ok?"

"20 cents?! Tsk..."

I grumbled a bit but agreed anyway. Yes, this is how things work between me and my bro. It's really our way of helping each other out.

I once paid him $10 a month to clean my room on my behalf.

So after he was done mopping the floor, my bro came back to me and said, "Jie, I make a deal with you. You help me clear the water for the mop then you don't have to pay me the 20 cents."

I smiled, and wondered what I'd be without my bro.

My Dad the Comedian

2007-07-07T21:48:00.001+08:00

After a more than one gruelling month, my laptop is still not fixed. So yesterday, while in school, I checked my email on Joan's laptop, hoping I don't get another email from my editors with bad news. Instead, I received a threat mail, to my utter horror...

I seriously burst out laughing when I saw this from my dad. Attached was a note telling me to do my homework (yea, that's about all I do these days anyway) or else he'll morph into an ape monster. My dad has wayyy too much time on his hands.

Okay now back to work.

For your sake, and mine

2007-06-16T15:52:00.000+08:00

It's not because of her. It's not because of what you did. It's because I have to do this, on my own.

I need this.

Everything else led to this, there's no one to blame for the way things have become. You've done everything in your ability to make me change my mind but as appreciative and moved as I am, I'm still not sure. I wish I was more sure, but I'm not. The more we hold on, the more we find ourselves tangled up in this mess.

So let go and stand on your own two feet again. Then we can pretend that this sorry plight is as transpicuous as we'd like it to be.

And so I say, take heart, be strong, let go.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

2007-06-05T23:32:00.000+08:00

Of late, I have been jinxed, by me. Perhaps God heard me grumbling about how boring my life has been and decided to make me do stupid things that is causing me to lead a life less than normal.

Let me show you just how stupid Vanny can be...

For starters, while trying to put the laptop on the floor so that I can lie down and watch Sex and the City, the laptop wire pushed my cup of water over and as a result, left me with an empty cup of water, an open laptop with a soaked keyboard that died almost immediately, and tears in my eyes.

So being the genius that I am, I cleverly used the hair dryer to try and dry off whatever water that had sunk into the keyboard. Which I later realised (after reading a million forums on what to do when you spill liquids on your laptop) was a big mistake because I probably just overheated the insides of my laptop.

In an attempt to salvage my laptop is such an exasperating circumstance, I switched between plugging in the adapter and the battery and tried to switch it on for like maybe 2 hours. I did hear some odd sizzling noises but I thought it was my laptop fighting for its life so I assumed it was a good sign. Wrong move. So when I was too tired to keep trying to make it work again, I left it plugged into the adapter all night. Once again, WRONG MOVE. The sizzling noise was probably the laptop frying itself. So yay, I just royally fried my laptop.

The useless tech guy from IBM came all the way to open my laptop and tell me that my motherboard is corroded but couldn't tell me how much it would cost to have my motherboard replaced. He didn't even bring the laptop back to IBM which dashed my hopes of not having to lug my laptop all the way home.

Anyway, my beloved laptop is now in the hands of this computer guy who'll retrieve my data for a hefty sum of 70 bucks. And I have to make do with using my brother's crappy computer that takes no shorter than 10 minutes to start up.

On top of all these, I have to put up with my parents' reprimanding me. Like I don't already feel like beating myself up. The IBM people told me it'll cost more than 1k to get my laptop fixed, so it might make more sense to buy a new laptop altogether. My parents aren't gonna pay for my new laptop though. I'm at my wit's end. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I'm 19 and I shouldn't have to worry about money issues like that. The only money issue I should be worrying about is whether or not to buy that pretty new top from Zara and not whether I can find a way to fork out enough to buy a new laptop. Im 19 and I make mistakes, albeit silly mistakes. If I screw up, my parents should be here to clean up the mess for me. I love my parents and I know it's not their fault that they can't afford to help me with this. I just wish they could. Life can be such a bitch sometimes.

That damn cup of water cost me so much.

Someday

2007-05-28T02:30:00.000+08:00

There will come the day
You’ll take me up the hill
Like you said you would
With wind against our faces
And no words need be spoken.
From atop the hill
We’ll watch the ships and waves
We’ll watch how we fell and bled and cried
And marvel at how we reached the top

There will come that day you
Take me up that hill

2007-05-25T00:31:00.000+08:00

It's not that I don't want to blog, I just can't think of anything worth blogging about. I realised that I blog about school a lot. Makes me sound like my life revolves around school. It doesn't. I only have 4 official school days each week. So I have a life on the other 3 days of the week, or I would like to think so.

I figured I shall just update on the highlights of my life. So if you haven't already heard... (not in chronological order)

1. I was culpable for plagiarism of three phrases... "keith richard's fingers", "America Ferrera, star of the US television show "Ugly Betty"" and "Marlene Dietrich's legs". The penalty of plagiarism in my school is failure of the module, so you can imagine how terror-striken I was. It was an honest mistake, negligence on my part. Thank god my lecturer gave me another chance. I would kill myself if I failed the module because of this.

2. Secured my internship at a small production company. Yay.

3. I still regret taking Printjourn (not really a highlight of my life but oh wells)

4. My aunt's new maid is staying over for the weekend. She'll be sharing my room so needless to say, there are various inconveniences such as
- not switching on the air con cos my mom fears that it might be too cold for her (like, SERIOUSLY)
- I can't decide on what to wear the night before, cos I can't switch on the lights when she's asleep
- not playing music at night when she's asleep
- not being able to talk on the phone at night

You get the idea.

5. I celebrated my 19th birthday...

The girls I love (plus Melvin)

The amusing Anand

Happy people with braces

Thanks for all the birthday wishes!
Vanny is a happy girl

So this is my life. And until the next time I actually can be bothered to update, try to live with this post. Okay, there, I've blogged :)

2007-05-07T01:42:00.000+08:00

It's only week 3 (or is it 4) of school and I'm already dying under a pile of assignments scheduled to be due in the next 3 days. Rewind 4 posts back and you'll notice how I predicted that "I know that before the 3rd week of school (or before mid-semester if I'm lucky), I would be a wreck and cursing all my assignments" (Ng, 2007, par. 3). I'm sure im psychic in that way because that's exactly what I'm doing now. 4 articles due 3 days in a row. Ade is so right, "Journalists have no life" (Yeo, 2007, msn nick).

Anyway, other than school, my birthday is coming. I'm totally not looking forward to it cos... ugh, don't ask why. Alright, I sound so negative on my blog. Contrary to how it seems, Vanny is actually a happy person. Okay, I'm just blogging cos I needed a break from work. And now, im going back to trying to make stodgy events sound well, uh, entrancing, so that I can hopefully do well for PrintJourn.

In the meantime, enjoy watching hungry people ready to prance on their scrumptious food...

2007-04-25T01:02:00.000+08:00

In the past 48 hours I....

1. Finished a packet of Strepsils in 3 hours

2. Realised that everyone should know the importance of knowing the unwritten rules in life such as not screwing your friends up when it comes to grouping for projects AND not hitting on your friend's ex, especially if you didn't check with your friend first

3. Bought a very full a cup of Teh Tarik from the school vending machine and then realised that it was way too hot for me to carry all the way to class (plus I was carrying my laptop) so I left my Teh Tarik there and bought a (half-full) cup of Coke instead

4. Realised I ~~need~~ ~~want~~ ~~need~~ ~~want~~ need new clothes/shoes/bags/lingerie/hair

5. Found out that my dad tricked me into spending my birthday as a loser (seriously.)

6. Missed the holidays

7. Regretted taking PrintJourn

8. Missed the holidays

9. Regretted taking PrintJourn

10. NEED SLEEP (still do)

O, the random things.

Time For Change

2007-04-05T20:10:00.000+08:00

With total relevance to the recent events in my life, I have decided that it is time for change. After giving it some thought, I realised that there are plenty I can work on myself. Yes, it is time to reflect and revamp and improve the various things in my life that my ignorance have blinded me to. Of course, change requires money, (if not how am I gonna get my new clothes and hair?) which I have a lack of right now. So, I'm giving myself a year from now before I decide if my little "campaign" worked. So friends, foes and those in-between, feel free to bitch about me to me. Constructive feedback is welcome. Cheers to change people.

2007-03-31T15:33:00.000+08:00

The epitome of heartbreak.

It only gets worse for me.

2007-03-27T17:52:00.000+08:00

My first meeting of the sem occurred even before my school semester began. I don't know if I should delight or despair in that. Here's an extract of a conversation that somewhat explains why I ironically feel glad about having work to do...

Plush says:
u know something morbid...
We used to breathe without a doubt.. says:
lol what?
Plush says:
i feel a bit excited about doing work again
it's like... WTF?
We used to breathe without a doubt.. says:
hahhaha
im damn excited to be in tribune
i know i sound like a geek
Plush says:
hahhahaha
GEEK
i hate to admit it, but rushing deadlines again keep me feeling alive
We used to breathe without a doubt.. says:
hahahhahah!
GEEK
lol
Plush says:
we're geeks!
OMG.... i soooo have no life.

However, I am quick to add that, like all things in life (most anyway), this state of euphoria will be short-lived. I understand that it is caused ~~partially~~ mostly due to the many hours I spent at home ~~rotting~~ ~~doing useless things like playing sudoku online~~ maximising my well deserved break. Therefore, I know that before the 3rd week of school (or before mid-semester if I'm lucky), I would be a wreck and cursing all my assignments. In the meantime, I shall cherish this transient passion before it is gone all too soon.

2007-03-22T22:02:00.000+08:00

Time and time again, I find myself getting red from my chest up whenever I drink, even if it's only one drink. But I have never ever puked/talked gibberish/danced like a fool/staggered/fallen/cried in those circumstances and I was proud of my ability to hold my liquor (or so I thought), until last night. The potent Long Island Tea did to me what it was made to do. I remember crying and then while wiping my tears asking the person next to me "Is my make up okay?" and then crying again. I can't recall the details from last night except that I puked/talked gibberish/danced like a fool/staggered/fallen/cried and now I feel like I can never look at anyone who was there in the eye again.

Anyway, I got my electives today. I don't consider myself as someone with a flair in writing. So imagine when I found out that all my electives were in journalism. With the rather awful experiences I've had in journalism modules (although there are people who've had worse), I can't say I'm looking forward to the rush of deadlines and dealing with a somewhat subjective grading system. I have to admit I got lucky the previous sem with feature writing. Seriously, journalism is so damn subjective. I personally feel that some of my schoolmates who got a bad grade in journalism modules write better than the myriad journalists by profession who can't even abide to the fundamental rules of a lead. I should also add that I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in becoming a journalist.

This is gonna be one hella a semester.

2007-03-18T02:05:00.000+08:00

There are plenty of things in life that I regret. Recently, that list has been expanding rapidly. If only I was given a chance to undo those things, how different would things have been?

Fuck.

2007-02-07T01:54:00.000+08:00

A new phenomenon has caught the world by storm... The latest celebrity to hit all forms of media is now capturing the hearts of millions worldwide. Made famous by celeb photographer, Jackbird, Marcus Foo now enjoys the life of fame and fortune. Who would have thought this famous impromptu pose would have brought about so much talk?

And fans of Marcus are now imitating his pose in his honour!

Since his debut photo, hysterical fans have been hunting for more pictures over the internet. To make it easier for all you fans out there, here's a collage of his best pictures courtesy of Jackbird.

Doesn't he look every bit like a celebrity? I have to admit, I'm a huge fan too. So if you don't wanna be left out of the crowd... DO THE MARCUS!

2006-12-15T01:05:00.000+08:00

Steph's favourite fragrance

2006-10-03T00:46:00.000+08:00

I've had too many disappointments, I can't handle it. It's too much to bear. So I'm trying not to expect anything anymore. I've tried keeping myself busy. But then I get worn out instead. So now I just waste my days doing nothing. I'm so tired... Tired of waiting for something I don't even know exists.

Yet I still hold on.

I am waiting for something. Aren't we all?

2006-08-17T14:18:00.000+08:00

2006-08-11T21:22:00.000+08:00

Picture this: You are at the wonted setting of the NP bus stop one weekday morning. Everything is just so typical and everyone is bascially minding their own business... Except that when you scan the prototypical crowd of teenagers in their fashionably-dreadful clothes, you spot a girl just coming out of the bus and tripping over the curb. She is alone. You happen to witness the drowsy look on her face evolve into an expression of bewilderment as she loses her balance and lands on her fours with a thump. She hurridly picks herself up, still recovering from her contemptible arrival. You notice that as she slips her feet back into her slippers, her toe is stained red with blood. A pained expression on her face showed that there was probably more than her toe ailling her. She further justifies this assumption when she rolls her jeans up to her knees to check if her knee is injured.

After all that has happened, would you, by any chance, go up to her and lend her a hand? Or show some form of concern as a fellow school mate or even a fellow human being?

Or would you just stand around and pretend not to look?

Would your conscience prick you for not bothering? Or has humanity lost their heart of compassion and become too indulgant in themselves?

2006-07-24T20:15:00.000+08:00

Secret
The humble interior of the once warm apartment
Now houses a widow callous and bitter.
She sat in the bedroom
Her vacant eyes fixed on the wrath she imposed -
An atonement of his infidelity.
A strange placidity danced in the room
As her fingers swept across
The sheets they once laid on
Together

And she thought of her secret,
Shed from the rest of the world
In the corner cupboard (the one he loved the most)
Chucked away for years
Hidden beneath the clutter of his belongings
Standing in all steadfastness
Was a raunchy bag hued with brown stains;
Its stench replaced the fragrance of his once pungent cologne
Relentlessly reminding her of her secret -
Her beloved

Wrote this for SEDP class. Its been quite a long time since I last wrote any poems. This time, I was being "forced" to write one for class. And writing poetry felt awesome. Nevermind that it was last minute, but it made me feel in touch with my literary side again. And I don't mean to self-praise, but I really do like this poem (compared to the others I've written). So enjoy!

2006-07-14T22:04:00.000+08:00

They say that time is precious. Indeed. Who are we to argue when we eat, breathe, sleep, work and play in the highly underrated spectrum of time? How can a concept so plainly conspicuous be so intricate that everything we’ve ever known depend on it?

Without time, everything is nihility.

So why is it that people still don’t embrace time like they should and waste it all away on the frivolous things in life? Yes, we are all guilty of that. Our amuck antics have caused us to devalue the calibre of time.

So don't squander away your time.

Go ahead and live today like you've never had, carpe diem. Time is still of the essence.

I know I want to spend every moment I can seeing you smile. All I ask is for you to feel the same.

2006-06-22T15:49:00.001+08:00

I believe these are brothers. There's supposed to be three of them though. They are sooo talented and hot too... Go check out their other vids.

2006-06-15T00:50:00.000+08:00

"We're all in this alone."
- Lily Tomlin

2006-06-12T00:36:00.000+08:00

I've been tagged. RIGHT.

Instructions:
Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head.Don't read the questions before you write and tag 5 people to do the survey.

1. Sharm
2. Cherrie
3. Jody
4. Sherlyne
5. Jieying
6. Enrique
7. Ade
8. Joan
9. Shuyun
10. QH
11. Tiff
12. Glen
13. Ben
14. Sophia
15. Derrick
16. Gabe
17. Shawn
18. Marcus
19. Paul
20. Joycelyn

1. How did you meet #14? I don't know. I knew her since we were infants.
2. What would you do if you had never met #1? I would soo die... she's my advisor, my listener, my everything-cheezy-you-can-think-of.
3. What would you do if #20 and #9 dated?HAHHAHA!!! I would so laugh my head off. They're both VERY VERY straight girls.
4. Would #6 & #17 make a good couple? ABSOLUTELY NOT. One is my boyfriend and the other is my bro. Eww...
5. Describe #3. A pain in the ass. But i still love her :)
6. Do you think #8 is attractive? she's gotta be... she's got a hot bf...
7. Tell me something about #7. She's very hardworking.
8. Do you know anything about #12's family? His dad is younger than his mom. His bro talks like him. And he has a dog called Lady.
9. What's #8's favourite? shopping i think.
10. What would you do if #11 confesses that he/she likes you? go... "yea sure. I like you too tiff."
11. What language does #15 speak? English...
12. Who is #9 going out with? no one that i know of.
13. How old is #16 now? 19 come july.
14. When was the last time you talked to #13? Friday.
15. Who's #2's favourite singer? Dont think she has one.
16. Would you date #4? Im straight.
17. Would you date #7? Refer to previous ans.
18. Is #15 single? yea.
19. What is #10's last name? Yeo.
20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with #19? Nah.. He's not my type..
21. What schools did #3 go to? PL
22. Where does #6 live? chiltern park.
23. What's your favourite thing about #5? she's like this bouncing ball (literally) who never fails to lighten things up.
24. What do you think of #18? He watches too many movies.
25. What do #4 & #19 have in common? cant think of anything.
26. What special qualities does #17 hold in your life? He's that annoying little brat in my house. But he can be sweet sometimes.

I don't believe in tagging. So anyone with plenty of time can go ahead and do this.

2006-06-03T21:43:00.000+08:00

I'm blogging because I don't want to start doing my field assignment. I refuse to open microsoft word and get started because there's still SIX more days to my deadline. Seems like a long time. But I know that if I don't get started now, I'm more than likely to submit hastily done mediocre work. Geeeeeeeeeez.

Oh by the way, I'm utterly appalled at my dad's fascination with Cros' footwear. He just bought himself a pair of Cros and he's been going on about how light and comfortably snug his feet are in them. And the worst part is, he thinks they look nice. Hello? This is the very man who refused to buy me sports branded track shoes and wanted to get $30 cheapo no-brand shoes instead when I was in secondary school. I rebutted saying that the branded shoes have better quality but he wasn't about to invest a hundred bucks on my track shoes. And this also happens to be the same man who thought $30+ heels from Charles and Keith for Chinese New Year was "not worth it". And I believe he's trying to convert me to a Cros follower as well.

Weird things are happening..

I think all I want right now is some much needed sleep and perhaps a couple of episodes of Grey's Anatomy to make the world NORMAL again.

2006-05-18T00:52:00.000+08:00

There comes a day every year where (most) people want to feel more special than they usually are. It's called the birthday. A certain someone I know thinks it's overrated. Maybe it is, but who cares, I disagree anyways.

So I marked my 18th birthday by spending time with the people I love. A big thank you to everyone who contributed in making this birthday memorable.

2006-05-06T22:12:00.000+08:00

Working, schooling and late nights have finally had an impact on my health. I've been unwell since Thursday. What appeared to be a sore throat and pesky cough developed into a terrible flu that left me feeling lethargic and looking gaunt. My nose was oozing with mucus and my eyes all puffed up yesterday. Someone commented that it appeared as though I had been crying my eyes out. I must have looked really wasted because some stranger on the bus offered to help me carry my books for me (which I politely declined even though I really wanted to ask if he could carry my laptop too).

So today I stayed home to recuperate as mommy advised, and tried to get started on my MM essay on my favourite politician. It doesn't help that I have no opinion whatsoever when it comes to politics. I don't order the newspaper either. And I cant seem to log on to The Straits Times interactive. For once, googling doesn't seem to provide the sites I need. How come Singaporeans don't blog about the leadership qualities of politicians? I wish there was an alternative essay we could do... I'm cracking my head to think of what to write for this essay.

Somebody with an opinion, please save me.

2006-04-29T21:16:00.000+08:00

We all came as strangers, each of us different in our own way. Some so different that others thought it was outrageous. But despite these differences, friendships formed and impressions changed. I dare say some of us got to know each other better under compelling circumstances such as projects and pairwork, while others just seemed to click. Sure, there were the conflicts. But more often than that, the joys, the encouragment, the fun and all the other mushy stuff.

I had the entire holidays to try and accustom myself to the fact that we would be split into different classes. But it was only when school started again that reality in all its bitterness sank in. It makes me almost depressed to think of how much I'm gonna miss T108 - having lunch together while waiting for the next class, stealing library rooms, poking fun at whoever (usually glen), hanging around town, photo-whoring, chionging projects...

Often, we take for granted that things will always remain the same. And it's only when things change that we really learn to appreciate them.

Thank you T108 for the awesome year. I love you guys!

2006-04-23T23:45:00.000+08:00

Monday blues and Post School Holidays blues.

2006-04-21T15:32:00.000+08:00

When the hols started, I thought it would never end. But it's ending now. It's time to go back to the perpetual flow of projects, late nights, dragging myself out of bed at certain ungodly hours in the morning just to get squashed on the bus for an hour's travelling and pray I'm not late for school. It doesn't help that all my classes are either at 8 or 9 in the morning.

It was my intent to keep myself busy so I wouldn't rot and grow fungus at home. I must say I've accomplished that and I feel kinda worn out now. My legs are aching from standing for what seems like forever while working. Money is streaming out of my bank account faster than you can say "PAYCHECK". And my right eye is red and sore; from what I believe, the long hours of having my contacts on.

Speaking of which, I have decided to avoid putting on my contacts till school starts on monday to give my ailing eye some time to recuperate. Sigh, Im gonna have to look fugly the next few days cos of the stupid eye. But I sure hope it recovers soon. It's been getting worse...

Anyways, I guess I made the best outta my hols. I just don't know how I'm gonna survive when my income drops since I would be working a lot less. Damn.

2006-04-16T12:38:00.000+08:00

Like ice - your eyes

Cold with hate.

So cutting - your words

That you staunchly said,

"I hate loving you"

As though it was true.

And it was poignant

Because I believed you

2006-04-12T21:21:00.000+08:00

Yes, I've changed the blog address because I figured there are way too many people with similar blog address. If people can't be more original, I'll come up with something else.

Flabbyfingers it is.

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leaves behind - Placebo

2006-04-11T04:07:00.000+08:00

I had it all planned.

I'll just keep silent while he screams. I'm too tired to argue.

But it didn't happen. Surprisingly, it was already silent the whole road home.

Somehow, silence proved to be most trusty.

I have so many thoughts in my head now but I just can't seem to put it into words.

Did I read that message right? You never said anything like that to me before. Why now? Over this? I thought you knew me. I thought you would understand but I guess I was wrong.

Sometimes, I just need a hand to hold.

2006-04-07T12:55:00.000+08:00

I've made a new discovery. Someone has the address www.intricatesimplicity-.blogspot.com... and this happens to be my junior. I never knew of her existance before ben told me such a blog address existed. Coincidental that the blogger and I have mutual friends and we both share the same juxtaposition for our blog addresses? Too much of a coincidence I must say. This is plagiarism! Why can't people come up with something original? I was the one who started a blog more than 2 years ago with the original address. Now, 2 years later, I've got someone else using that address (intricatesimplicity.blogspot.com)... but I don't know this person so I'm giving him/her the benefit of doubt. And someone else (who is closely linked) using almost the same address (intricatesimplicity-.blogspot.com).

I wish I kept my blog address... then I could tell that girl she plagiarised me.

2006-04-06T14:01:00.000+08:00

It's been almost a year since I closed my previous blog. I had this sudden appetite to start blogging again. For those whom I met during the past year, you might not have known about my blog. I see no need to disclose the grounds on which I suddenly shut this part of my life out sometime last year. Let's just say it was a moment of impulse.

I have lived many days when I deplored that small action of clicking the "Delete Blog" button. The blog meant something to me. And I have to admit I miss blogging. Besides the unavoidable essays I have to do, I haven't been active in the literary sense.

Right now, I'm starting a brand new blog, in memory of my old blog. I had wanted to have the same address as my old blog (www.intricatesimplicity.blogspot.com) but unfortunately, it was already taken up. So I had to settle for second best.

Nuff said.
A new blog, a new start...

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