Sunday, January 3, 2010
HAPPY 16TH EUGENE!
I guess it's safe to say that we've known each other for half of our lives. For someone younger, you've been so much wiser and more logical than me, and you've taught me so many things that have helped me who i've become today. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend (:
Anyway, Happy belated New Year! 2009 has been 1 word : CRAZY CRAZY CRAZYYYY.
But i loved nearly every minute of it :D
Five of the best bands I re/discovered in '09:
The fire fight
Phoenix
M83
Death cab for cutie
Five for Fighting
Five of the best movies I watched this year:
Avatar (!!!!!!!!! so, so, so, so worth watching)
Braveheart
Sleepless in seattle
My best friend's wedding
Little miss sunshine
Five things I learnt this year:
The way your hair looks is equally important as your facebook updates. Truth is, nobody really cares whether your parting is 'just right', or if you just went to the bathroom.
My God is bigger than everything.
There ARE friends who will stick with you till the end.
All that stuff about 'A part of me will always like/ love you, I'll always care about you'? Total crap.
My God is bigger than everything. Like, really, everything. Even things like being scared of the future, being scared of people, being scared of failing, being scared of the dark, and stupid things like what I wear, and even stupider things like boys, results, crap at home, being homesick, people forgetting you, your favourite tv show ending, feeling left out, car crashes, Everything.
Five people who made my 2009:
Samantha Lohhh
Renee Lee
Janice Ng
Seth Cohen
Jesus (x infinity)
m e s m e r i s e d 2:42 AM
Monday, November 23, 2009
"This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date, who don’t want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe… maybe this time he’ll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f--- up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from “there are plenty of fish in the sea,” to “time heals all wounds.” This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it’s an experience that they don’t want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This is what I don’t understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call… and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the “stalker chick” you’d met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this “nice girl” who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing: “This isn’t me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be wearing a t-shirt and flannel shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me.” You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl.. so don’t say you’re looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend - - but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets… the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she’s a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won’t matter), hoping against hope that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)"
Ode to Nice Girls by Jessica Leigh Griffith
It never ceases to amaze me that there are such individuals with such incredible insight and depth; that know exactly how to put into the words the feelings and thoughts of so many girls in the world. Miss Jessica is certainly one of my idols as of now. (:
m e s m e r i s e d 10:05 PM
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
why does it always rain on me
I woke up, ate a bowl of corn pops + meiji milk, watched tv, cooked basil minced beef with rice & sunny sideup, watched tv, slept, watched tv, ate a waffle + more corn pops + kinder bueno.
AIYOH, I should seriously get a job. But I hate travelling so much in June. Hmmm...
Yanyway, results aren't spectecular or anything, but thank you God. they should be sufficient to get me where I want to go.
Dinner soon with the my girls! I'm deeply sorry that I've been MIA-ing, I've just been sooooo incredibly busy. (Take a look at how often i blog, for instance. SORRY!)
I was craving for banana pie from Katong Shopping Centre but I am currently too full for cravings hahaha good day!
m e s m e r i s e d 12:25 PM
Friday, February 13, 2009
Can we please do away with examinations in the education system?
cos I don't think it's going too well on my end.
How selfish.
Anyway, papers are commencing and I haven't felt like this in forever. The anxiety, adrenaline that gets your heart beating like some butterfly (no not looking at girls/ boys). The way your buccal cavity is devoid of any moisture, so you gotta hydrate yourself, and in the process of doing so, need to visit the washroom. And by the time you get back from the toilet, you are thirsty all over again. Really, it's a stupid, yet unavoidable, cycle -- facing these exams.
I have never, I repeat never, felt this way during exams. At best, I can say I've felt this rush at other types of exams because previously, academics didn't really strike me to be of much importance.
It's driving me nuts.
My itunes is probably the only thing keeping me sane, because my dear friends aren't exactly helping. In fact, I think they have a cabal to eliminate me from this rat race. Why do we study and why has my academics suddenly taken precedence over almost all my other activities? To be successful? god knows. I mean, seriously, I am giving up my exercising, and my obsession with not eating, just for this. And all for what? Aaarghhh. It better be worth it.
It's almost ruining my Valentine's Day spirit! But thankfully, it isn't. Tmrw's Valentine's Day officially anndddd I can't wait to spend it with Rens, Jan, Bird, Sam, and Kriss! My favourite galz of all time : D
Wonder what I'm gna do at night, tho. Everyone says that V Day evenings are to be spent with yr Valentine/lover. HMMM i have a feeling ___ is gna ask me!! I want him to do it soon, tho. Before i make any other plans!! Teehee ^^
m e s m e r i s e d 7:53 PM
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
so far, this week for me has been a piece of crap.
CRAP.
except for CNY!
i'm so damn relieved it's CNY hols...even though today's the last day.
omg, today's the last day! How time flies.
goodness.
tests have been shitty,
shitty indeed.
so frustrated at certain things in school...
uh oh i still have to do devotion prep.
mayyyyyyynnnnnnnn.
k nvm i must have determination.
i can do this.
i hope the bio test isnt tmr cuz i only studied respiration
still have excretion to go through.
I CANT WAIT UNTIL SARAH COMES BACK YAY YAY YAY.
k gotta go sleep now damn freaking tired.
sec 4 life sucks.
and i dont STUDY every night okay.
k fine, i do.
ALMOST every night.
and it's only for 1 hour plus, and it's for the tests i have in that week.
so stop judging me NIK. HAHAHAHA.
byebye!
p.s. my dad just showed me some funny chinese joke (as in like the joke's in chinese) on his phone.
i didnt understand it.
p.p.s. ellie im very annoyed with the person who we were talking abt during recess.
we shall interrogate her soon moohahaha.
m e s m e r i s e d 7:58 AM
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas (=
m e s m e r i s e d 11:33 AM
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG OMG this is sooooooo hilarious. When Renee first sent this picture to me, i just kinda stoned at the picture in shock.
Then I burst out laughing until my mom started yelling from the kitchen, asking me what i was laughing about.
I was too much in stitches to respond.
Renee thought it was more gross than funny, cos' she thinks that this kinda ruins Twilight. She does have a point, what's wrong with just replacing the language of the original Twilight?
Edward's so not even hot! Plus, what's with the lack of originality of the POSTER??
Same pose, same background, even the same FONT for the movie title.
I just KNOW that EVERY SINGLE THING in the movie is going to be IDENTICAL to Twilight. I don't think the Filipino directors are gna wanna do the movie differently.
They're prbly too damn LAZY. Edward isn't even hot! Wait, have I said that already? Hehe {:
School's starting soon and am soooo dreading it to the max!! Kriss is back from Toyko but Jan isn't back from LA!
I'm really starting to miss her like fuck. No, really. I have never NOT seen her for this longgggg and it's soo bugging me!
Come back soon honey! }:
m e s m e r i s e d 11:33 PM
