CAN U TELL WHAT IT IS IN THE BOWL? lol it's 金针菇! hahaaha, can't believe how healthy my diet is now. actually i was tempted to eat the last existing cup noodles, but then 舍不得since it's the last one. oh well, it's not good for my anyway. :>
9:45 PM
hmmm, i am guessing something's wrong with this new mac?
Mail doesn't work, can't load any new emails though everything else is fine.
Can't start up once i close down the laptop lid, not even there is still batteryyy
:<
But besides these i think the rest is fine.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR 4TH OF JUNE!
:>
CS5 will be sold in school for 100 bucks.
hhehehehe.
isn't it a good deal.
need no traveling
need no 1000+ bucks
need no queuing up at Apple Store
:>
oh well, i guess i am slowly starting to appreciate the goodness of school.
I had some weird dreams last night.
1) i dreamed i have a hole in my Ray.Ban lens :<
2) i dreamed my mum is confronting my course manager again
3) i dreamed dear did something that makes me sad, but i can't remember after waking up. so i think it ends up pretty good.
oh well, there are lots things that i wish i could lose recollection on.
i used to dreamed sad things about my pets. once i dreamed that i went overseas for holiday, came back realizing i left my cat/dog at home unfed and forgotten :<>
We’re all lonely. We’re all depressed. We’re all neurotic. We’re all self-conscious.
We all think we’re weird, strange, abnormal, But we’re really not.
We’re actually all the same, But why do we try to claim we’re so different?
3:12 AM
was chatting with peirong on the line just now feels pretty excited that she's coming back soon :> promised her i'll bring her to gay/lesbian clubs. but then, when it came to the point of re-mentioning that i'll no longer be in NYC this fall saddens me still too many shits happened in the past few months and i still can't bring myself to feel better feel better? is that how i should put it? hmmm.. never mind. what's done is done. none of us can do anything about it. sometimes when u missed something, or did something it might ends up irreversible. by saying " it's okay, there will always be a next time" or " there're chances always" is merely self-consolance maybe that's why i am SOOO afraid of goodbyes, separations. because we might never know when is the next time coming by. even if i'll have to die tomorrow by destiny's intention at least my loved-ones know that I love them so never be stingy with those lovely words:)
words are made to express literature is made to feel music is made for the soul art is made to last so use them well.
P.S: AHHHHHH CAN'T STAND THIS FLOODING OF INSPIRATIONS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
2:45 AM
gags
1:55 AM
i am hungry :<
but i just ate at 9
:<
i was thinking.
DEEP IN THOUGHTS :<
12:35 AM
this is the most desperate song i've ever heard. If i have a friend calls Jolene, i will sing this to her everyday no matter what her looks/skin/hair/hair/smile is like this really reminds me of Ben. -,-ll another amazing person i've known.
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Im begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Please don't take him just because you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, jolene
He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, jolene
And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, jolene
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Im begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Please don't take him just because you can
You could have your choice of men But I could never love again Hes the only one for me, jolene
I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, jolene
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Im begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, jolene
HMM. I KNOW I AM BUSY. but suddenly i feel like writing a love letter/poem to express myself you know those cliche type of mushy love letter/poem. so here it goes,
ROMEO is just a name but inside me, it is a place a place given for any names but within me it contains only yours
HELLO, with a polite nod shows my love with no plot pure love is hard to find but there it is, at your door
treasure thee with no doubts cherish thee with all my heart thank you sir for being mine look, that's what i mean by: we will never ever end ♥
so yeah now, back to TAIPANG, if not i'll end up writing him an apology letter.
it's 9.09PM and menmeng has been licking his paws for the past 5 minutes and the church people had left for 9 minutes they kept persuading me to attend college at BYU( Hawaii) trying to brain wash me how good their animation course is and how cheap the college fees is ( tempting mama) but my skeptic mindset couldn't get out of the coconut bra image of hawaii dancing so i kindly rejected them
ah great, now i couldn't stop thinking of coconut bras i am even thinking/wondering what is it like to wear a real coconut bra do they have different cup sizes for different boobs? AH it must feel damn itchy to wear one, maybe that's why the dancers couldn't stop shakingggg.
AH Zhou went back to China and will be back on 5th June eyy that's means 1 week absence from schoool. * envious* :<
ANYWAY THIS IS HOW EXACTLY I FEEL SOMETIMES. so instead of writing them down again, i just REBLOG:)
FYI I have not washed my hair since 16th May 2010, GMT+8:00 approx. 8pm because I didn't have time to wash my hair on Monday morning if not I would be late for submission, and by the time I got home at night I was too tired to wash my hair, and now I'm too lazy to wash my hair because I'm not going out today. I think my hair is going to turn into natural dreadlocks very soon HAHAHAHA I think I'm damn gross I will never get married. :< Even if I wash my hair before going out for every date, one day he will realise the ugly truth when we live together and he will divorce me. Please don't divorce me :<
I should find a very dirty husband and be dirty together. If you think it's not hard at all to find dirty guys, you are wrong, because from what I observe, guys nowadays are getting cleaner and cleaner and they keep shaving and I don't know what the hell they want to shave for because they are shaving all their sexiness away. Stop shaving please. I mean, guys. Girls please continue to shave. I know I am being very contradicting because as someone who is supportive of women rights I should be encouraging girls to grow their armpit hair and leg hair like never before so as to prove that both sexes are all equal. But no, please. No. Eew.
I don't know what I'm eew-ing for because I didn't wash my hair for 2 days and I should be eew-ing at myself. Eew.
8:19 PM
I CAN'T EXPRESS MY HAPPINESSSSSSS THAT FINALLLLY DEAR DEAR CAN READ OUR BLOGSSSS
HAHHAHAAAA
dear dear ^^ hihi
5:06 PM
Amen
HEY HI
dear digital diary,
i went out to grab my Bubble Tea just now and i met two missionaries. they said they wanna to pray for me.
so they handled me a list of things they can pray for me.
Thank you and sorry;) i'm a person with growing faith.
i have nothing against the person( if there really is) above it's just his fan club i cannot stand.
1:45 PM
i amazed them last night (:
seriously, they can't entertain at alllll.
haa.
OH menmeng is now free as birddd. cute birdie.
3:50 AM
SHOULD UPDATE AND WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT MY DARLING PETS
1) TIGER- she is limping :( she needs a lift to her stand up, ahh.. :( i hope everything will be fine, i can't wait for tomorrow to come and send her to the vet. after all, I am the 2nd mistress of the cat, and it's my responsible as long as dear isn't around. i hope she is just too fat to stand up, and not some serious joint problem :(
2) XIAOHEI- still has phobia in humannn. but he allowed me to stroke him:) I think dear traumatized him very much everytime he sees him.
3) Menmeng- same as usual. haven't been out of the kitchen since the new sofa arrived :( sad yar, but we have been taking him out for walks. so i hope he isn't too deprived.
3:37 AM
It's 3+AM and 3+PM for you i can't sleep as if i am suffering from you jet lag i hope i can be mature and see things and handle things like you soon:)
u are now in the land of America but like John Leon said, " Imagine there's no county" so u are not far away:) just a touch on my phone i can hear ur voice a click on my mac i can see your face just a flight across, and i can be with you.
i guess, being young can't always be the key to forgiveness i need to take more control on my own self need to trust myself before i can even trust others
trust is a easy BIG word kids learn how to spell them in kindergartens but only know what it really is maybe till 20 years later or for some, never.
SO TODAY, i have a TO-DO LIST for myself, for my soul, for everyone around me.
1) DO STH FOR DEAR TAIPANG BEFORE I DISAPPOINT HIM 2) HOUSE CLEANING 3) CHIT CHAT WITH SHARINE 4) LOOK AFTER MY SKIN( maybe get a bottle of collagen from Waston) 5) EAT SOMETHING 6) WALK MENMENG 7) READ A BOOK 8) SAY A PRAYER
I am an empty can, waiting to be filled up and being stubborn brings me nowhere. so yeah i got to fill myself up.
2:55 PM
GACKT!!
AHHHHH GACKT SO CUTE i can watch this for the rest of the week. and never gets tireddd.
2:55 PM
GACKT!!
AHHHHH GACKT SO CUTE
2:19 PM
SHE SCARES ME.
3:31 AM
When the world falls down
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I'll place the sky within your eyes
There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast in search of new dreams A love that will last within your heart I'll place the moon within your heart
As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down
Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love
I'll paint you mornings of gold I'll spin you Valentine evenings Though we're strangers till now We're choosing the path between the stars I'll leave my love between the stars
i try to make a list of things that makes me happy so i can refer to this when i am down.
1) XIUFENG/老公/DEAR DEAR/♥/( and all the names that i use to call him) 2) TUMBLR 3) deer bbf 4) retail therapy 5) tea house 6) random people raising my dress 7) working an getting paid 8) Gackt videos 9) 康熙来了 10) pretty flowers
BUT number 2-10 won't work if i am feeling sad about number 1, whereas number 1 cheers me up even when the world falls down.
1:05 AM
she scares me.
she used you to scare me.
she ain't got no rights, cause she doesn't know how much i'm being loved. by you.
I am always intimidated by the word " forever" always afraid i might be laughed at please may, if u have to because i fantasize being forever with you. sorry it might seems disapproving by my behaviors. but i always have.
1:48 AM
i know what i am sorry for.
for my immaturity for my paranoia for my impulsiveness for my instability
i am covered with flaws. i am feeling apologetic for myself apathetic i look back too much keep finding things to go back to so wrong, i should look at the present, so i can make things better.
sorry, for who i WAS. that's it. i am done with the person before. sorry, sincerely. for saying those mean/hurtful words.
P.S: the sun shines to keep us breathing, but too much is global warming.
Thursday, May 27, 2010,5:32 AM
i am feeling much much better now thank the dawn, it dragged me out from the dark side of the moon. :>
but now what is annoying me is hunger:<
i should go sleep and forget everything:>
P.S: SORRRYY DEAR BLOG FOR ALL THE FLOODING/SPAMMING TONIGHT :<
5:21 AM
Sometimes when we love something/someone,
the love doesn't comes back to us.
For example,
I LOVE GACKT, but he doesn't even know i exist :<
4:44 AM
i am ashamed of my own fragility.
what's wrong with me tonight. this specific night. it haunts me with gravely thoughts.
if i could, i would be strong for myself and maybe for whatever that is within me..
4:39 AM
naive
My whole world is build around a multitude of ‘yous’. I am rarely my own person. I am happy when you are. And I worry when you are sad,
I built a small world around you and I took joy and pride in that.
I cannot explain my feelings or why I care.
I care because I do. Just as the sun shines because it does.
I don’t really know what to say anymore. I am sore I am tired.
Sorry, though I’m not exactly sure what I am sorry for.
P.S: i hope you will skip this. i afraid you'll feel angry/bad
sorry i am missing you too much. i hate/afraid of the night. they stir me up, and then left me alone, without you.
i hate myself for being needy. needy of you. i know i need to be stronger even without you.
but i can't help to change my nature to twist it around. "won't it be a wonder if all the negative switch to positive." just one call. doesn't matter long or short. it's just you will do.
Dog tired. So much to do, yet no one can break into my bubble of solemnity. I want to drown myself in books, just keep reading one after another. It gives me satisfaction every time I close upon one story, of course, it helps with my english too. I am not in a desperate state for a self improvement, but I am in a way desperate for satisfactions. By what means i don't care. but reading seems the best so far. Enlightening and educative at the same time, why not.
I stayed up till 4 last night. Bombarded myself with Gackt videos. :) HE AMAZED ME :) THANKS DEER WHO GOT ME HOOKED.
Anyway, here's what i mean by he is AMAZINGLY funny/weird/odd/unique, but i will say mostly WEIRDNESSSS.
4:07 AM
where art thou
i can feel the villain inside of me.
struggling with moralities. and i am afraid it might break free.
come, sneak a peek at my true colors, which i myself get murky by its nature. tell me, teach me who i am, in what way i like my eggs to be cooked. i am the one who runs and hide in the end, not knowing from what even. i am tired of figuring out what i want or who i am, what are my characteristics like, i am tired. tired of trying. i got older now, and things/emotions multiplies and complicates. i need a clear mind to pull me out. someone that can read me, beyond that layer of plastics. someone who might entertains me with poems and literature, ay what a dreamy thought. but where art thou.
1:45 AM
i hope, i have siblings.
so i won't have to sit through things alone, most of the times.
12:07 AM
bye
i thought about the bubble. the invisible bubble that bursted without the world knowing. let me try and think everything in past tense.
Sunday, May 23, 2010,4:31 PM
FOOOOD
i woke up in weirdness, and so i carried on from there.
i am having breakfast as u can say, despite it is 4.40PM. but this is pretty common for me so what makes it weird is the breakfast combination. So i am having plain cold porridge with crackers.
>.<
ODD>ness.
actually the truth is, i woke up starving, and these are the most accessible for in my house.
1:28 AM
bedtime
it's late. and i had hardly slept last night. but there's been so much emotions lately, will be great to pen them down i think.
The giving tree, needs to stop giving, so to make it a less 'sad tale', but does that means to ask the tree to be more practical? i often land myself in the same dilemma, which one is more important? being practical so you get less hurt along the way, or be a dreamer, and get hurt and ends with a sad tale in the end? i've been preaching both. sometimes i really can't stand my 2-sidedness. i told my currently suffering friends to get practical, and those practical friends to get dreamyyy. Am i wrong? Or helping them to balance up their emotions? At least that's what i hope to.
ah shit i'm tired, suddenly, i got to sleep.
P.S: i miss u F. hate to admit, hate to spell it out, but i do.
1:13 AM
THE GIVING TREE
By: Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
Is this a sad tale? Well, it is sad in the same way that life is depressing. We are all needy, and, if we are lucky and any good, we grow old using others and getting used up. Tears fall in our lives like leaves from a tree. Our finitude is not something to be regretted or despised, however; it is what makes giving (and receiving) possible. The more you blame the boy, the more you have to fault human existence. The more you blame the tree, the more you have to fault the very idea of parenting. aShould the tree's giving be contingent on the boy's gratitude? If it were, if fathers and mothers waited on reciprocity before caring for their young, then we would all be doomed.
what should i begin with? with the things that i've been doing or the things that happened or the things that suck balls.
OH WELL, I bet you wanna hear the things that suck balls.
but i am keeping it for the last.
let me illustrate you my past 18 hours in the following paragraphs:
the first 3 i'd already blogged about it yesterday, and the next 3 i spent it sleeping, and then i woke up at 7 and headed down school for APEL. YEAH APEL. it's no secret that APEL is a waste of time and bus fares.
We do not need APEL to make us better people/designers. We do not sit through APEL and suddenly "eureka!" flash across our minds, and we know what to do with our lives to be a better person/designer. We do not feel inspired by APEL. Lecturers know it too, but they ain't got choice yea?
So many things next.
AIYA I SHOULD JUST MAKE A LIST LAR.
1. i reached tampiness unbelievably early so I had mcdonalds breakfast, which I almost vomited out on the way to school.
2. saw something that hurts my eyes just outside design school. yes u did. i almost wanted to call out 'hey gay boy'
( i can't believe the shit u said to her. HOW BLOODY COULD U.)
3. APEL, you purposely changed seats to avoid us. i dunno what to say. what to feel. please, think of her, how she felt.
4. APEL ended, this little girl can't stand silence any longer, and wanted to confront the gay guy. so she texted him. She is terrified, petrified of what he might reply or even not replying. But he replied, she wanted me to read it first, to check whether it's a traumatizing or safe content.
SPEECHLESS is what i felt after reading. it is extremely upsetting.
both of them said the unnecessary goodbye to each other.
i hope i had stayed out of this from the beginning.
some people are not meant to be loved. even when offered love.
some people are not meant to love. even when they tried.
so i watched her, heard her, cried. on the train to NBL.
i hope u are the one that sits next to her, feeling speechless.
trying to console her.
i was angry. i had always been angry for the way u treated her/us.
but i am not feeling at rage to scold u any vulgarities.
but i'd always wanted to.
so this is for u:
" KOKSHEN U SUCKS BALLS. METAPHORICALLY AND LITERALLY."
Friday, May 21, 2010,11:18 PM
LET'S BE MEAN!
I WANT TO BE MEAN SO I CAN FEEL BETTER.
so here it goes...
i went to the library children section to look for pop up books a day ago...
and i found this cute and innocent looking book,
and my heart went immediately like " awwww...so sweet.."
it's called " the giving tree " and this is how it looks like
then i flipped to the back of the book
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and this is how it looked like
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I was like "..............." for a very very long time.
if i have a kid, i guess he/she is probably crying by then.
but nevertheless we still must credit the gentleman for such a wonderful book and its content.
Oh and also thank his effort for trying to smile(:
FYI, the book is very very famous.
11:11 PM
:(
SOMETHING IS ANNOYING ME> like it's constantly playing annoying apple.
i hope u shine, so you can feel my dismay every time you :
pee at the fence
pee at the toilet door
eat your own poop
chew the sofa
pee on the sofa
chew my slippers
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and etc, you know the list can go on and on forever.
because you are such an adorable dismal giver.
i swear i will finish THE SHINING. What a bad turnout for my 1st Stephen King book.
It should rockkkkk and be read in 3 days and not 3 months( or maybe even longer).
It's all about procrastination. again and again.
and procrastination is all about sloth.
so you see, I am a sinner.
Yesterday, Taipang is so NICE!!! HE BOUGHT US PRESENTS:) Though cheap BUT STILL SWEET(: AWWWWW LOVE TAIPANG PAPA. He had this " Award Ceremony" and proudly Shian and I was in his "Sensation Award Category"(=.= weird name right), so then he gave us a box of color pencil. And he said " Your are like twins, so this box your share. " Yar, so we two share one box, whereas the other awarders had their individual box >.<
long and tiresome day. i dragged myself back from town, staggered my foot at every step. i alighted at station sbw, thinking, hoping there is someone standing there waiting for my arrival.
i was silly enough to hope. 'cause with the failing of hope, comes disappointment.
Xiu Xiu (pronounced /ˈʃuːʃuː/shoe-shoe[1]) is an experimental art rock band originally from San Jose, California.
Xiu Xiu's music draws heavily from several disparate genres including post-punk, '80s synthpop, noise, ambient, techno, asian percussive music, modern classical, and folk. Musically, the band often blends cacophonous percussion and experimental structures with lush hooks and diverging lyrical styles.
You say your on a diet, cos the thing that don't work out right, But you don't even try, though neither do i
And neither do my friends, though some of them pretend, and it's easy if you cry, cos you feel bad for yourself.
I think about my friend who died, And how her kids didn't get to say goodbye, though neither did i, no neither did i.
And neither did my friends, though some of them pretend, and its easy if you cry, cos you feel bad for yourself.
If you pretend everythings fine, i won't hurt myself or lie, to you or mom or dad, just pretend that i'm not sad.
And we'll work everthing out, even all the stuff we don't talk about, it would be easier if we cried, we'd feel bad for ourself's.
It's supposed to snow tonight, I hope the forecast is right, cos in the morning i sleep in till i like, and if it snowed outiside it would feel so nice in here
I am constantly amazed by the details in life. It is what inspires me, what takes my breath away, what makes me think and what I find delightfully captivating.
This thing is bothering me enough for me to be unable to continue drawing. So I am writing an email because you signed out once I signed in.
First things first, I apologise. For whatever that you are angry at me for. I apologise, but I have to admit. I don't feel sorry. If you really want me to explain my actions. I have never really thought of it as a big deal. So I apologise for my actions if they have caused any inconvenience whatsoever.
I normally apologise if you are mad at me for anything. Because, well, I don't know. You're stubborn and self-centred and you'll never be able to lower your pride enough to initiate a truce. It is me who apologises because it makes things better and easier for the both of us. That, and you're important enough to me for me to lower my pride to just apologise profusely.
This time, I think I'm not going to do that.
You can act however you want and I'm not going to say I don't care. I just shouldn't care.
A lot of people are saying that I shouldn't care and I shouldn't get affected by what you say. I guess I should listen to what they say.
You are my friend and honestly, I would do anything for you. That said, I can't say you will do the same thing for me. Alot of the times, it really seems like you can't be bothered with the both of us.
What are we to you anyway? Even after all the shit we have done for you, it always feels like you can dump us whenever you feel like it. Dump us because you are busy, or you are angry about some trivial thing or you just feel like it.
You always say things like: I want to get close to this person because he/she will benefit me in ____ in the future
So do you have any real friends? I thought we were friends. I'm probably wrong.
I guess you can't possibly imagine the trauma or hurt you put us though or whatever. Whatever. It is my fault. I got too close to you and I didn't realise that you are someone I cannot trust my emotions with. Now I've gotten too attached, and I have to suffer the consequences."
today, i was hungry all day long. the pang of hunger is haunting me non-stoppingly. BUT I HAD DINNER YOU KNOW! but the hunger is still here. ARGGH> i hope my house is COLD STORAGE/NTUC/7ELEVEN by night.
Shian was claiming the fact that we are on the way to become starving artists, as what we did recently was based on the same routines:
draw---->starve---->sleep
Eating will be squeezed in somewhere between. then i was claiming/ complaining, if only xiufeng is here, i will never feel starveeeeeeeeed.
i miss him
but i feel lovedd all the timee. :)
想你时你在天边
想你时你在眼前
想你时你在脑海
想你时你在心田
P.S:i love you :)
Thursday, May 6, 2010,2:41 AM
INFINITE
I LOVE YOU SO SO SO INFINITELY:)
it's been 47th months, and im so so so crazy about you still.
ey, my transition lens under the sun, can't tell right?
but there are still people staring at my lens. lol
i smiled, but the reflection looked so saddd
It's so hard to get old without a cause I don't want to perish like a fading horse Youth is like diamonds in the sun And diamonds are forever So many adventures couldn't happen today So many songs we forgot to play So many dreams are swinging out of the blue We let them come true
how things are, and how i have always see them. after knowing so many of those people around, their behaviors, personalities, it hurts when u see your closest friends do not understands you. those comments they make on me sometimes are simply unbelievable, and it amazes me every time. i am just wondering, ' so this is how much you know about me after all this time?' now i get the art of having acquaintances...
i woke up early today to embrace the morning, had breakfast, unusual. took my own comfortable pace to catch the bus, unusual. but i did both anyway.
stood throughout the entire bus ride from sembawang all the way to tampiness, it was skin-to-skin packed. i was the last one to squeezed onto 969, which made me 4 inches next to the bus door.
dear called me during modeling making, it made my morning:)
it is simply an enjoyment, a luxury feeling.
i booked my BTT, it's on 10th of June:)
P.S: Sorry that I dreamt about you. Feeling like a stalker/criminal now.