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Was reading some old blog posts and realize how the documentation of life may work against you.
Blog posts capture a very real part of your life. All the emotions, all the pain, all the angst in the posts show how vulnerable you are and therefore, so endearing.
But at the same time, the vivid words and the date imprinted show up how fresh the wounds are. Like a freshly inked tattoo... though already a fixed and permanent scar on your skin, still has that glistening wet look, like I could smudge it if I rubbed it.
And I'm not sure if I could deal with scars or smudged tattoos.
Or what is it I am... a funky accessory to complete the look? or a bandaid for temporary relief?
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Vixen Eyebrows
Everytime I am emotionally vexed, I like to go for a haircut. And because I've been periodically vexed the last couple of years, I haven't had success in keeping my hair long.
So now that my hair is finally 'shoulder length' and that by the way, is defined as hair which touches the shoulders, nevermind what you think 'shoulder length' should be... it's my hair and therefore my definition!
=P
Anyway, as I was saying, with my newly shoulder lengthed hair and my pact with Iggy to keep my hair long, I couldn't just go chop off my locks...So, I did the next best thing.
Got my eyebrows shaped!
I went to the same place I always go, but because I'm dressed up and made up today (instead of my usual post-tuition grub), the lady gave me much much more arched eyebrows. According to her, I have a 'wild' look.
Eh?
Sporting my surprised expression, I met up with XX and P and guess what their verdict is? That with the new eyebrows and XX's new shades, I look like a kept woman.
It's a long long journey Till I know where I'm supposed to be It's a long long journey And I don't know if I can believe When shadows fall and block my eyes I am lost and know that I must hide It's a long long journey Till I find my way home to you
Many days I've spent Drifting on through empty shores Wondering what's my purpose Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter I know I will cry I know you'll be standing by my side It's a long long journey And I need to be close to you
Sometimes it feels no one understands I don't even know why I do the things I do When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul Will you break down these walls and pull me through
Cause it's a long long journey Till I feel that I am worth the price You paid for me on Calvary Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes It feels like everything is out to make me lose control Cause it's a long long journey Till I find my way home to you To you
After the earlier intensive bout of blogging, I might have burnt my blogging bug. Am soooooooo lazy to think these couple of days... then again, it could just simply be the lack of sleep.
Anyway, because I've been brought up to tell people where I'm going, I'm hereby announcing that I'm off for camp Mon-Wed. Don't miss me darlings... =p
Afterwhich, I really need to start prioritizing my time and meeting up with friends I haven't seen in a while. In line I have sorta committed myself to:
Bring Mom out for Mother's Day. Bring Godma out for Mother's Day. See the specialist on Thursday. Meet up with Merv. Details unsorted... Meet Yisa and Denson on next Monday.
Not to mention the many "coffee" dates I've promised and fully intend to fulfill. Jeannie! Samson! SM! Lam! Leia! Eddie! Alvin!? Who else did I miss?
So... was invited to the dinner finale of THE wedding. If you use a slow internet connection...
I'm sorry if your com hangs...
because there are photos galore!
My maiden attempt at photo-blogging is in conjunction of me becoming even more of a techie.
Pardon me as I've just discovered image compressing. =)
*Ed: Because all wedding dinners end late, and because I'm seeing my fav. Dr. Ang tomorrow. I've only managed to upload half of the photos. Look out for more updates!
*Ed II: All that I'm want to/am bothered to put up are up... Scroll down for groundbreaking posts!
Give this girl some wine, simple sugar for an immediate legal high and a sumptuous dinner:
It's a 7 dish fusion dinner plus dessert buffet... Highlights includes scallops, abalone, suckling pig... Yum yum!
But she'll still be restless enough to:
Play with food
Flirt with the cute Chin-dian guy sitting opposite:
Seduce the often mistaken for Chin-dian (and all other SE Asian nationalities) beauty sitting beside:
Take pseudo artistic shots of the very eligible, smart, modeling cutie sitting across the table. And like I've said, he is very very eligible. Interested females (only, I'm afraid) pls contact the mama-san. But frivolity aside, it was a beautiful wedding dinner. Lots of class, creativity and talent involved. After all, where else do you have the bride and groom performing a dance item? It was fun and yet really really sweet and romantic.
Aww....
Definitely the most romantic, elaborate, IT wedding I've ever attended.
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How apt that the wedding couple chose the above mentioned videographer for their wedding... Because, post wedding... the amateur papparazzi caught *someones* unawares. Caught what? Well, it was kinda dark... But...
Everyday, we learn new things about the people we love. Today, I discovered that my darling little brother, other than being a...
Superb dancer
Is also a wonderful photographer! Look at this: First shot. 6 hours after make-up. And so well taken!
I am impressed. And once again, it shows that it is not the model. It is the photographer...
Didi! You're super! And now I know that neither of us got picked up from the dustbin. Coz it'll be impossible that we both share the cam whoring gene... Hee!
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100 and counting
While not in the degree of NUS's Centennial celebrations, this blog is now at its 100th post!
*throws confetti*
And like I'm not very bothered by the Centennial hooha, I don't think anyone other than myself will be very interested in this milestone either.
But whatever it is, for this blog to be at post 100. It's previous incarnations have had to go...
=(
But hooray for now and for futures bright to come!
Cheers! May creative juices continue to flow...
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Thursday, May 11, 2006
Do the right thing
No, no... not Russell Peters. Though that guy is hilarious. =)
But a couple of lines to document my thoughts...
We all know that in a race, all the runners run. But only one runner will get the prize. And applying the conventional metaphor of life as a journey, aren't we all like runners trying to win the prize.
Therefore, we and by that, I mean... I should run in such a way as to get the prize. That is to say that the running and the training shouldn't be some half-hearted attempt. It won't be like a man running aimlessly.
Rather, I must beat my body and be in control over it. The saying goes, "mind over matter" but perhaps for me, most of the time it's the other way around. I need to perform above the limitations/restrictions of my mind.
It's 5am on my clock. And I'm sitting on the cold, hard floor. Not asleep. Not talking to anyone. Not even surfing. I don't know why I'm putting myself through this. I probably am punishing myself. Maybe I'm just bracing myself for the potential problems. Maybe I'm just scaring myself. But whatever it is. It's 5am on my clock. And I'm sitting on the cold, hard floor. Not asleep. Not talking to anyone. Not even surfing...
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Confucius
Have been meeting up with concerned friends these couple of days for breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper and yes, yours truly now needs to get those meals off my body.
It's gonna be painful...very painful.
If you need a point of reference, it's as painful as having your *ahem* skin caught in your zipper. (If you didn't get that, then never mind.) Trust me, I know... the meet-up-with-friends plan doesn't really quite fit in (pun not intended) with the looking-gorgeous-in-a-dress grand scheme.
So anyway, as I was saying, the above mentioned concerned friends have quite coincidentally been talking/drilling me about my life.
At this moment, I would like to implore that you lift your hands from your mouse or keyboard and join me in bending and unbending your index and middle fingers.
Yes, like " " that.
My "life".
So anyway, I must make an official statement now.
*pause*
"Results will be out the day before I leave for BBK."
Such an anti-climax right? It is a major bummer for me as well. =(
Dang! Hope it doesn't break my trip. On the bright side, I'd have one full day to mope/gloat.
*gag*
At this point, I do realize that I'm yaddering i.e. going on and on without making a point. But it's actually quite typical of me to beat about the (G.) bush when I'm trying to make a serious point. And what serious point am I trying to make?
Well, it is certainly not about the exams. And though being able to zip up dresses IS extremely important, this particular point that I hope to make is even more serious than that. Can you imagine? More serious than the bodily paranoid and obsessed person's preoccupation with weight!
Wow! Call our toll-free hotlines now. Our friendly operators are ready to assist you...
Grrr...you say.
Aiya...yes, let's get on with it.
So the point is: friends have been very concerned about my current state of mind and lifestyle. I wish I could assure them that I'm in complete control.
But they know/think that I'm not. Despite my being very certain of my 5 year, 10 year plans, pathetic fallacy has it that I have no sense of directions when it comes to actually getting there.
This sucks.
Big time.
Did I mention that it sucks?
But anyways, I think that despite/because of the bo-bos I've made in the past, I'm much more aware of my personal weaknesses and pitfalls. And I'm really trying very hard to repeat my earlier success story (yes. I have made progress on the accumulating good track-record thing.) wherein I was (part of) a sensible, rational and amicable arrangement.
Do you know what I'm getting at? I need to figure out a way (watch me extend the metaphor! Hah!) to lead me to the destiny that I WILL fulfill. Assuming that paths that have not been treaded on are hazy, it is really up to the individual to make intelligent, calculated predictions (not guesses) about where the tracks will lead to.
Yes, yes... I am aware that each step into the unknown is a gamble. But my point here is that I believe that the analysis of past statistics together with my (self-proclaimed) general intelligence would get me somewhere.
Well, that and divine intervention. But that's another matter altogether.
My decision now?
I'm not going anywhere.
Especially not while I'm still on my sabbatical.
It is my time to rest and recharge and I'm positive that I don't wanna miss out on that.
Starting off the day with delicious Sunday brunch.
Then remembering and honoring my best friend and Savior.
Meeting new additions to the family. (Cousin's kid and BFF junior!)
Catching up with with family.
Playing with kiddies.
Seeing my granny.
And the cherry that topped these? The beautiful sunset, the wind in my face, the laughter, the company...
But what is it? An evergreen to keep? or a one-hit wonder?
The older I get, the more I try to be sensible and the more pressure I put on myself...
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Angels know us best
Given that my bestest, sweetest Angel gave this response without reading up on the "background",
All I can say is that I'm truly blessed. That for the same statement out of context, there are still friends, close to heart, who can come up with scenarios much closer to truth.
And yes, I am aware that Angels generally speak only kind words. I'm not (yet) delusional...
I don't know who this 'disgusted' person is and I won't be starting a witchhunt anytime soon. It is not my intention to fan some flame-war. I just feel kinda sad that someone who knows me well enough to use my full name and to read my blog really doesn't know me at all.
Hmm... Oh well. My hands are tied on that matter. I suspect that that person might be irked at me for some other reasons as well. So, if I have offended you in anyway, my apologies.
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I'm a sweet girl!
Sweet girls do sweet things like eating ice-cream.
Generally, I don't like excessively sweet girls.
They eat too much ice-cream.
Under normal circumstances, they would be cursed with unexplained weight gain. But this being a rare occasion of an over-indulgence of sweetness, it seems like I have to learn to embrace sweet girls.
The couple, clad in matching light blue, were holding hands and walking towards the bus stop. In tee shirt and jeans, medium built, with the guy taller, they would have just strolled past my mind like the hundreds and thousands of couples off the street.
Except that, in this case, the guy was barefooted.
Hmm...
The next pair of feet answered my mental query. On them, were a pair of flip-flops obviously too big for the girl.
And in his hands was a pair of pumps. A very girly pair...blue, white and pink in color.
I couldn't help smiling. Such a "My Sassy Girl" moment...
Once they reached the bus stop, they made the appropriate footwear swop. My interest piqued, I tried to take a closer look at the heroine of our story but our affectionate male lead kept her veiled in his arms.
When their bus finally arrived and the couple finally pulled away from each other, it felt rather anti-climatic when I saw the girl. With her back-length, highlighted and rebonded hair, she wasn't ugly... but well... she wasn't outstanding either.
But as I recalled how her boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off her and their little Korean romance moment that my voyeuristic eyes intruded upon, Badass' words came to my mind:
No matter how ugly you are, somebody will love you.
When I first heard that, I found it a little too sharp. But after it has been sitting around my mind for so long, I've realized that really, its beauty lies in its sharpness, astuteness and in the multiple ways it can be read.
Every dog has its day (bad analogy, I know...) and every happily in love couple have their little sweet moments where they are no longer John and Jane but Romeo and Juliet.
Complete with stars in their eyes and fireworks in the background...
And no one else can understand the why and how. But you know what? At that moment, it doesn't matter to them.
I guess this is why whenever I read about Itz moments with his Caramel or when I (am forced to) hear about Lam's exploits, I'll wear this half cringe-smile. As much as I am happy for them, my eyeballs will be rolling all over the floor whenever they recount certain "us" moments. Because no matter how well I know them, I am and will be an outsider and will never ever know exactly what it is that clicked and ticks for that couple.
With that said, I'll leave you to your musings of your own cringe-worthy moments.
The next time you hear a reenactment of yet another episode of the amazingly nonsensical adventures of Ling and Ling, do realize that the degree of artistic license taken is only slight.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Wherein I go for a haircut
Once again, I go for an overpriced haircut and look almost exactly the same after it. If I should fail in this hair growing Odysseus, let it be noted that the lack of variation pushes me towards the land of the short tresses.
Sigh.
I'm doing this for you Iggy! Let's do the Samson thing!
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Wedding Fever!
It's wedding fever. And life as I know it, from the obvious to the subtle, is revolved around THE wedding of the year.
"How so?" You ask.
Allow me to illustrate:
Obviously, for a wedding to qualify as THE wedding, it must consist of certain highlights. Unknown to many, the existence of these highlights is dependent on the highlighting made by people between the ages of 20-25.
Individuals fulfilling the above mentioned age requirement are equipped with a precious entity termed 'vacation' which makes them prime candidates for a form of activity affectionately known as 'sai gang'. This said, it must be noted that the pre-requisite contributing to the execution of such labor is… love and adoration.
Everybody altogether now.
Awww...
Other than the real events like crafting, rehearsing and scripting that blocks out portions of the day, there are less obvious concerns like costuming and prop acquisition. THE wedding of the year is a carefully choreographed event that requires each cast member to execute flawless performance.
As all artistic practitioners should know, staging is hollow without the appropriate visual impact. Given this understanding, the sourcing and subsequent fitting into the perfect dress is the crux to creating the necessary visual effect during THE wedding.
Cast and crew alike, as part of the master-plan, have to be attired appropriately. In addition, details such as the condition of body, skin and hair have to be coordinated with footwear and other assorted bodily ornaments.
On top of these, tight deadlines and general inexperience has thwarted the precise implementation of micro-planning. In other words, we are/need to be running a tight ship.
In other, other words, we risk being quite screwed.
It is unsympathetic, but...
Thank goodness my part is done! *phew*
And cheers to YY for that! Love you to bits babe!
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
ala CNY
Heritage Refresher Course:
Legends told of the Kitchen God returning to heaven on this day to give reports on the households on earth. Chinese people usually arrange for offerings in the kitchens consisting of "Nian Gao", a sweet jelly cake, to sweeten the Kitchen God's mouth (ensuring the Kitchen God gives good 'sweet' reports and thus brings good fortune to the household in the following year).
In no order of priority, (because they're all important) I need to:
Get a haircut Go for a facial Churn out 2 wedding guestbooks/cards Plan a camp! Book a hotel Rehearse and perform for a wedding Buy a dress Do my laundry Pack away my school stuff Exercise
Yikes! So many things and so little time!
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kennysia
Spotted this pair... 
We've had... 
was invited to the dinner finale of THE wedding. If you use a slow internet connection...
First shot. 6 hours after make-up. And so well taken!
