| broken dreams litter a neverending boulevard (and my money flies away) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|12:44 pm] |
我的國語又變差了。。。太可惜。
Also, I have nothing to say- except that September is an evil month and people should stop having so much sex in December/January. I don't care if it Is the holiday period, your September-born bundles of joy are cruelly draining my already shrunken purse of its very essence, look how pitifully gaunt its cheeks are!
That said, hours spent trawling various fashion blogs have half-inspired me to set one up myself, except 1. I feel weird and narcissistic taking pictures of myself (I know the point is the clothes, but it still feels weird!!) 2. I don't have enough shoes 3. or bags 4. My wardrobe is about 2.5 cubic metres so all my clothes are squashed and crumply and 5. I'd be too lazy to update it regularly. So... I guess not. Yeah, this paragraph is a total non sequitur, ok wadeva~~
SIAN.
The anthem of my life is Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Ok just kidding, it isn't, I was just quoting a friend of mine.
Ooh yeah, I had an interesting encounter yesterday in Wisma. Plus I went shopping (for other people. but still!), went to see S in Sephora and dined with A, all of which added some colour to my otherwise dreadfully dull life. Oh well, dull is better than dramatic, I always say.
And one more thing- I am Soo excited about going to Antwerp on exchange :) but more on that later!! |
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| the non-blogging Hilton |
[May. 1st, 2009|10:03 am] |
"Paris Hilton was asked on tape if she was concerned about the outbreak of the Swine flu on TMZ today and her response was "I don't eat that". Okay then! Apparently she is as wise and in tune to current events as ever. "-- Bagsnob's Tina
Allrighhhhhhhht Paris, way to go, keep this up just a little longer and Mensa will be begging you to join their ranks. |
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| I'm not usually proud of making law-related jokes, but... |
[Jan. 24th, 2008|11:47 pm] |
Jonny
MSN
11:34
wow those are huge...
11:34
testators
micheyeo2012- it's like a circle, but is actually a line
MSN
11:35
well
11:35
so what
11:35
im having my mens rea
Jonny
MSN
11:45
there's a peanut stuck in my
11:45
actus reas
micheyeo2012- it's like a circle, but is actually a line
MSN
11:45
for saying that
11:45
i refuse to allow you
11:45
to rear my children
11:45
we have the most meaningful conversations
Jonny
MSN
11:45
but of course |
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| who's the virgin |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|01:46 am] |
Lately my posts have been so emo-ish, just because I only update when my mood hits a sudden (rare! RARE!) low before lifting off again. And I know that v v v v v v v vv v v v v v v v few people read this blog now, just because I don't tell anyone about it and I updated so infrequently that former faithful readers eventually fell away (O where is your faith!!!!) but for those who did and expressed concern, thank you very much, I didn't expect it at all (:
This break should have been study-filled..................but it wasn't.
Anyway, looking back on the last month and a half of school makes me realise how many things I have to thank God for. He really has blessed me with lovely new -and old- friends who place as much importance on planning and routine as I do, ie none; crazy random spontaneous friends who keep me fit HAHA and who are so retarded and sweet and easy to get along with that I can't believe I've only known them for a month or so.
So God has been good, making university life really cushy for me I think- now if only I could get down to some serious studying.
Of course, amidst the excitement of this new life, I will not forget my old friends whom I miss very much. Vehhrreee much.
</3
Oh man who's even going to read this hahahahahhaa
A funny conversation from last night's mooncake party which occured while BMF was roasting the poor sugar animals off Zhu's beautiful Pattissier cake over the perfunctory lantern bonfire.
MY: Animal sacrifice!...the Lord will be well pleased.
MT: We should just throw BMF on the fire.
NS: I thought the gods liked, you know, virgin sacrifices and stuff.
(Silence)
MY: You know, I'm quite sure BMF is a virgin.
NS+MT: BITCH
hahahahahhahahaah
Ok you just had to be there. But it was damn funny.
Sorry BMF- if it makes it any better, the rest of us are virgins too!
And I shall not delve into the details of our subsequent I-was-a-virgin-before-you-were conversation, hahaha |
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| you're doing a closed memo too? |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|04:53 pm] |
Dear Mrs Koh
Why the hell did you bother wasting so much time and money (legal fees!!!) consulting Nicole $&@*£&@??!!£*@& Chan over an issue as small and stupid as this? I mean, seriously, you were in the room for 20 minutes. Please get over yourself.
I hope the judge throws your case out of court.
Love
Litigation Team A.
P.S. We're losing sleep because of you. I hope you're happy now. |
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| joy |
[Sep. 13th, 2007|06:55 pm] |
I've been turning this question over in my mind for a long time now: what is true joy?
The best way I can put it is this, that joy is a stream running out from deep within a rock. It may rise and fall periodically, according to circumstances; but still it flows endlessly, out of that great unmoveable boulder, bringing to life all it comes into contact with during its long journey to the sea.
And to me, that rock is Christ. Knowing that I have a God who loves me, whose love will never die, who actually wants me by His side for eternity enough to be humiliated and nailed to a cross- a God who has a plan to prosper me and not to harm me, who holds my hand through the good times and carries me through the bad- is this knowledge not joy itself?
Ice-cream on a hot day is delightful. Hot chocolate on a cold rainy day is delicious. A soft bed is divine. Flowers are beautiful (cue Julie Andrews sitting on a bed surrounded by one million billion -ok fine, seven- children on a stormy night, telling them to picture raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, doesn't the thought of brown paper packages tied up with string make everything better). Pretty clothes and perfume make me feel good; books make me feel smart (and hence good); unique clocks are great to look at; a long swim in the blazing sun is something I'd like to have every day; a good cycle in a gentle breeze is to die for; and having good friends to share all these things with is a godsend.
All these things make me happy. If I were to lose all these things in one fell swoop, but not my gladness of heart or deep-seated assurance in His faithfulness, then I would know that my happiness is not simply superficial but true Christ-centred joy.
So maybe the question isn't what is joy, but am I joyful?
That remains to be seen. |
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| Yes, discipline's the middle name |
[Sep. 1st, 2007|02:46 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Can't Help Falling in Love- Buble | ] |
If Facebook would just magically self-destruct, I would get my work done a lot faster.
(Livejournal too)
(and MSN)
(and YouTube)
(and comfortable beds)
(and cereal and milk)
(and my dog)
(and Shopoholic)
(and the telephone)
However, lots of people would be very sad. |
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| weird |
[Aug. 6th, 2007|11:19 pm] |
I am either really retarded or completely crazy
because WHO ON EARTH gets vaguely emotional/cries when reading Shopaholic???????
...
In other news, SO MUCH has been happening lately that I don't know where to start. And therefore I won't. Ha ha. Not till I feel inspired to, anyway. And... today was the first day of NUS matriculation, and I actually agreed to go for the rest of it. In the words of the bra, abishigah. But ooh, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vegetableprints is in my OG as well! YESSSS! Lab pardnae! We're together again!! :D
I would write a poem but I'm too lazy. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 28th, 2007|04:26 am] |
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| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | angel of music- phantom of the opera | ] |
Why are the nicest girls always the stupidest ones?
In other news, mambo sucked today. And now I smell of ciggy smoke. Somebody get it off me!
Zzzzz |
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| Peekchures |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|04:02 pm] |
I have a new userpic! Yay
It shows off my xiaolongbao cheeks to their fullest advantage.
Haha isn't my yaya so cute?
So is my dog.
Glam to the MAX! Yaya was dancing in the background, that's why she looks like a blur. Ha ha
Ok Put, sorry sorry, I'll go upload our pictures NOW so you can grab them. |
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| er |
[May. 30th, 2007|10:50 pm] |
I wish I could say that I've accomplished something in life.
.
.
.
I've accomplished something in life.
There I've said it!
Wasn't so hard after all, was it? Thumbs up thumbs up.
-____-
Needs:
I need to go for a walk.
I need to go for a cycle.
I need to get a bicycle first.
I need to get my driver's license (ok so I don't really need to, but you know...)
I need to gather my tuition students back from the decadent throes of holiday life.
I need to find out what throes means. Does it even mean anything..?
I need to finish rewriting fifty pages of theology essay by Friday afternoon.
I need to read.
I need new books to read.
I need to go on a vacation.
I need to spend time with my dad.
I need to spend time with my friends.
I need to figure out who my friends are. Oh who am I kidding, I already know.
I need to spend time with my dog.
I need to spend time with my sister(s).
I need to start painting again.
I need to start playing my cello again.
I need to get a new cello.
I need to bake something.
I need someone to bake with. Or someone to bake. Heehee
...
I need to get a life. Seriously. Ha ha ha
I'm sick of the word need.
Wittarded eh? Yindeed
HEY YO TARDNESS |
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| awesome, like wow |
[May. 15th, 2007|01:55 pm] |
I think this is going to be my first public entry of any substance in a very long time.
Isabelle's back! :D
....
Ahh, she's playing dui mian de nu hai by Ah Niu. She keeps playing it. Does anyone remember that song?
KAN GUO LAI, KAN GUO LAI
And she introduced this song to me, The Ah Lian Song by Patricia Mok. It's awful, honestly it really is. I mean, you can probably tell that from the song title/artist alone. I think I'll memorise it.
SIKHI I wish we were going to be classmates ): sighh I miss NY days too, when everything was so simple and happy. And we used to sing Potter's Hand together remember! (Along with a lot of other songs haha.) It's like you belong to a long-closed chapter of my life that I only blow the dust off every now and then. Can you resurface a bit more, plskthx.
Anyway, I got a package from NUS in the mail, and included is this letter from the chairman of the Freshman Orientation Central Committee 2007. At the end of the letter, it says this:
'To register, email us at
blahblahblah@gmail.com
Please provide us with your full name, NRIC number, contact number, address and sex.'
haha I thought it was pretty funny.
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Ok, maybe I was wrong about the entry having substance part. |
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| the emo song |
[May. 11th, 2007|04:14 pm] |
I was sleepy and a bit braindead- churning out a detailed programme kills brain cells, I'm certain of it- and so I decided to update this lj. Which has been languishing in the corner of the world wide web for months on end with only the occasional random outburst of innovation.
Like I said earlier, though, I have run out of interesting things to say. And people who have nothing interesting to say but still feel the need to remind others of their existence tend to post emo lyrics on their blogs (hahaha deborah yap). So I wanted to post emo lyrics here, but couldn't think of any emo songs that I'm not remotely embarrassed of even knowing, so I googled 'emo lyrics' and found The Emo Song. I kid you not.
If you thought Coldplay was emo, you ain't seen nothin'.
Dear Diary:
Mood: Apathetic.
My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thing.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days, you know...
I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now, I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun.
They say they already have a pussy,
they don't need another one
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!
I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be Eee-Mo
My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s.
Can't 2 ... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...
I feel like tacos.
I don't know if the last line is a part of the song, but it's the only bit I actually like. Ha ha |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 8th, 2007|09:05 pm] |
I think I have run out of interesting things to say lately. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2007|11:57 am] |
There are those people to whom you can tell anything without being worried that they'll judge you.
I really thank God for friends like that.
*
I'm addicted to Mika, really, it isn't even funny!
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?
It sounds whiny right, but it really isn't! Hoho
Suckin' too hard on your lollipop
Oh, love's gonna get you down |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 28th, 2007|01:52 am] |
Walks in to the room
Feels like a big balloon
I said, 'Hey girls you are beautiful'
Diet coke and a pizza please
Diet coke I'm on my knees
Screaming 'Big girl you are beautiful'
Big girl, you are beautiful. |
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| a day at the beach, ok not really |
[Apr. 9th, 2007|09:54 pm] |
Today I went to facesinthecrowd's house. I met Mimi the parrot. Mimi spent the entire afternoon gnawing on my finger. Now I have a hangnail. I love Mimi though, she's adorable.
That's all that's been happening in my life.
Okay that was a lie, but who cares right. Jesus loves the little children and so do I |
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| when I was only three |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|01:30 am] |
16 years ago, on the 19th of December, my father's colleagues ordered him a little pre-birthday surprise.
He stood around and looked embarrassed for quite a while.
But though he was bemused at first.... he actually lerrrrfed it.
Look at how happy he was!
Haha I love my daddy |
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| A Conversation with Mrinalini Singh |
[Mar. 30th, 2007|03:01 pm] |
Nalli says:
maybe i shld get a religion
Nalli says:
or lose some weight
Nalli says:
or both also
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
haha you can come to my church, maybe it'll make you fall in love with God
Nalli says:
i'm not much of an organised religion person
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
and you know girls in love lose weight
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
so it's a winwin situation
Nalli says:
i'm more a private conversation with god type
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
i guess there has to be a balance
Nalli says:
or i cld just buy myself a few drinks later
Nalli says:
hahaha
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
because having a bunch of friends around you helps keep you accountable
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
haha
Nalli says:
ladida
Nalli says:
i am v accountable
Nalli says:
in fact
Nalli says:
i shld be an accountant
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
wow
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
youre witty too
Nalli says:
i'm just so funny
Nalli says:
i know
Nalli says:
probably too funny to be an accountant
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
yeah
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
you shld be
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
a comedienne
Nalli says:
haha
Nalli says:
actually no
Nalli says:
my humour is too wry
Nalli says:
is that the word?
Nalli says:
i dont know
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
dry?
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
mry?
Nalli says:
a bit
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
mrynalini?
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
hahahahhaa
Nalli says:
hahahahahahahaha
Nalli says:
that is quite funny
Nalli says:
not bad, michelle
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
no it's just retarded
micheyeo 2012- ONE NIGHT ONLY says:
but im glad you liked it |
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| frosty |
[Mar. 16th, 2007|04:36 pm] |
I woke up today, and it was snowing. Soft and peaceful, blanketing the grassy patch below our window flake by flake.
Isn't that the image the word 'snow' invariably conjures up? An image out of a winter wonderland, a picture-perfect postcard.
Now, though, it's well into the afternoon, and the snow has turned wild. The wind is howling -I heard it while walking through the common sitting area- and snow is blowing around in gusts. It's more of a blizzard than a white christmas scene. Plus, the heater in Isabelle's room doesn't work very well, so we spend our lives huddled under the downy Ikea comforter or crashing Korean Boy's room.
Still, it's nice to actually see snow falling for the first time :) I wanted to make a snowman, but Isabelle and KB said no, absolutely not, the winds are crazy, and I have to admit (grudgingly of course) that they're right.
And now I'm going to take a nap. Good afternoon, world. |
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