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Albinoism

2010-05-22T18:22:00.003+10:00

While in the midst of my work, a thought hit me on how albino black people and albino gorillas, among other albino types look like. In this aspect, the saying, '民以食为天，物以稀为真' stands to be so true.

Albino black people:
Wouldn't say I am at all surprised that certain tribunal areas in Africa hunt and feast on Albino black people. After all, this is still a largely white man's world.

World's only known Albino gorilla:
Interesting read about Snowflake here.

And a more conclusive post on albino animals here

Baby Javier

2010-05-22T02:50:00.005+10:00

Awww, Javier at his younger brother's birthday party (He is the one on the right).

With his siblings (He is the one on the right), I think his brother looks like the older sibling in this picture, although he is the eldest.

And somehow he looks like an old man to me in this picture (He is the one on the left)

Evidently, cute babies don't make handsome boys. Haaaaaahaaaaaa

SSS

2010-05-15T18:34:00.000+10:00

It was a good run. =)

Froggie says,

2010-05-09T05:10:00.004+10:00

Hello, how are you?

It gets pretty depressing this time of the year when the bed is left on its own, without a bed warmer. I know I'm sitting on the bed and all, but I'm not that much of a help really, since I'm a cold blooded amphibian ya know (Please don't focus on my love handles..).

So yea, Winnie has been neglecting me and treating me like I'm some last season toy. Serves her right then that she has had the unfortunate luck of getting a back to back exam time table, with all the papers falling on the first week of the exam period.

Hmm, in other news, it has come to my concern as to whether Winnie will bring me back with her to visit sunny Singapore when she returns, or will she send me to the opshops to become another kiddo's new drool sponge?

As she always say about her pet turtles, the value of a pet does not come with its price tag, but the value of a life. I wonder if that applies to little froggie, me, too?

While at that, please do not tell her things like, 'Why waste money bringing a turtle to a vet? Just buy new one la!'
It makes her really upset, especially when it comes from the likes of a pet owner in the veterinary with his dog, or cat.

Fuck the Clock,

2010-05-06T22:32:00.002+10:00

'Insert Puppy Face Here' + 'Tshirt' = Great way to make an entrace into lectures.

Digital Non-Sense,

2010-05-04T23:23:00.005+10:00

Modern day anticipation comes in the form of laggy Internet, and dejection in the form of a failure to load page.

Second chances come in the form of refreshes, and giving up hope in the form of closing a browser.

Modern day interpretation of 'my dog ate my homework' = 'my computer crashed on me'.

Murphy's Law = Wanting to print an assignment but the printer ran out of ink
Murphy's Law = Wanting to submit an assignment via TurnItIn and the Internet's non-existent

Suay = Murphy's Law
No known modern day interpretation.
Transcends technology, day and age.
Will continue to exist forever and ever, just like Newton's Law.

Aural Orgasms,

2010-04-30T04:01:00.011+10:00

The last CD that I purchased was Shanghai Divas 2 and it has got to be one of the best old Shanghai classics and modern lounge music fusions ever.

The experience of listening to this CD can only be described as multi-sensorial. Like a time machine, the music captures my being and transports me to the wondrous nights of old Shanghai. I can literally smell the golden peonies, sandal wood joss sticks and opium smoke from the 1930s.

Since this album, there has not been quite another album that I am willing to fork out real cash and hold its material album for, especially since my digital dollar budget has always been quite small, and pretty much encapsulated within my internet subscription budget.

Has it already been more than two years since my last CD purchase? God I love the internet.
Baby you're so worth my money: Ministry of Sound Australia's Uncovered, 2!

Oh, I'm quivering in pleasure as I listen to the tracks on the Ministry of Sound Australia website.

You can listen to all of its house productions on their website, and it boasts fast and clear streaming (minus the fact that you got to register and log in to listen, I absolutely dislike register/logins, such roadblocks), sans the multiple 'musical watermarks' that plague the great tracks - they actually overlay the songs with a 'You're listening to Ministry of Sound Australia' every 30 seconds or so. =(

Listen to the full list of tracks here: MOS Australia

Times have changed,

2010-04-26T19:52:00.007+10:00

News on The Straits Time, on the 27th of July, 1988, the day that I was born:

I found this really amusing. How the reporters reported 'Goh Chok Tong' as 'Chok Tong', so friendly. Haha

Another one of those funny news that got a half page spread on the 3rd page of the papers.

Pure guilt trip. I'm supposed to be doing an essay due soon on Deng Xiaoping and the Economic Reform.

And, Citibank's interests rate then.

That's a lot higher than the current interest rate in Singapore.

So what was in the papers on the day that you were born? Find out here

雨滴 (Raindrops)

2010-04-24T00:38:00.004+10:00

雨滴，就像破碎的理想和希望，
一滴一滴的从天而降。

雨滴，就像空虚的等待和含蓄的告白，
一滴一滴的撒满人间。

雨滴的累积，也就像承重的背包与负担。
雨滴的降落，可能是解脱，也可能是遗憾。

嘀嗒，嘀嗒，
在欢送离别中找到了答案。

嘀嗒，嘀嗒，
在细雨绵绵中看透了人间的黑暗。

雨滴，不由自足，从心而将。

//

A piece of writing that I did out of the blue while doing my schoolwork in the library. Gosh, I'm so Chinese sometimes, I should totally sleep in a Cheongsam.

Hope you liked it.

Distractions,

2010-04-17T00:46:00.004+10:00

Busy weeks ahead with all the mid-semester examiniations and research papers due.

And as with all the other busy times, I find a whole load of unnecessary things on my 'To-Do-List' climbing up in priority and converting into a 'Requires Immediate Attention'.

For starters, there's the various LinkedIn requests that I finally feel like I should answer.

I haven't quite done a proper, established one yet, but the skeleton's there.
Unfortunately the sense of accomplishment of which I hoped to feel was amiss, instead I felt a rush of anxiety. Status Anxiety. Seeing your peers becoming Managers, Directors of their own firms. That can be quite depressing. One's self worth can so easily rise according to a title, and the by-association with a certain firm. Or fall, in accordance to the lack thereof.

And there's my Portfolio.
There is a sudden need to find out where my missing documents are, a need to fill in the gap of the missing years of work.
There is a sudden need to back up, back up.

I also fixed the printer ink via imitation ink injection, cleared and dusted my shelves today.

You know, when distractions come, anything goes.

Okay now I'm feeling enough guilt to get back to work.

//

Click to view my LinkedIn or Portfolio.

2010-04-13T02:31:00.004+10:00

LOL. Someone's so evil.

//

I took these while at the tramstop.
Gotta send my favourite pair of heels to do some sole-searching, it's all worn out.

Isn't the gold heel the prettiest thing?

Frog

2010-04-07T00:36:00.007+10:00

Meet our new addition to the family:

He is excited to meet you too! *Ribbit

Hello! Nice to meet you! I would like to thank Winnie for saving me from the Easter Friends 50% off shelf. I hail all the way from the southern province of China (*里必), and have travelled through miles in a brown cardboard box to arrive at the southern province of Australia to meet her. I cost only AU$3.50 at half price, but I guarantee to double her happiness! Reallibit!

And here's a song I dedicate to you!

Also remember folks, don't buy things on impulse.
Don't buy rubbish, like me!

The fall,

2010-04-06T12:39:00.001+10:00

I dreamt that we were on a yacht, and I told Jvr how awesome it'll be if we could just live on the high seas, on this floating house. He then proceeded to take out his yacht license and flash it at my face. This triggered a ripple effect and people on the yacht too started flashing out their licenses.

Somehow I got out of the yacht, which was filled with bad people that were trying to kill us (at this point I was with my partner whom I cannot remember if it's Jvr) - but the main thing was that both of us were the blue Na'vi people - Avatars. Talk about the subconscious invasion of popular culture.

We were hiding within this extremely compact HDB-like estate. It was oddly planned, with the buildings forming a square, providing us the necessary coverage. My partner said to me, "Stay here until I give you the next signal". But I really had a greater plan though, of which there was only one way to make him follow me, and while he wasn't looking, I took his hair and connected it to mine. "Damn, I must listen to you now," he said.

I know in true Avatar, the connection of hair means consummating, but I guess my dream factory mixed it up with the bird scene or something.

I then proceeded to scale the scaffoldings of the abandoned buildings until I reached the rooftop. The plan, I was going to topple the building, with its fall hitting the yacht at sea squarely.

I was on the rooftop and ready to topple the building with my Avatar partner when suddenly Darren flew over onto the rooftop from sea and said to me, "If you reach the ground floor first, help me buy bubble tea".

"Okay what you want?"
"I want red pearl milk tea, you?" he asked.
"I want yam pearl milk tea, what about you," I turned to ask my Avatar partner.
"I just want pearls," my partner replied.
We handed Darren some coins and then he flew off.

Next moment my Avatar partner was on the ground floor asking me to cue him when I topple the building.
"NOW!"
And the building fell sideways while I ended up on freefall.
The negative fall feeling was so real.

//

This will be my last dream story. I've decided to write them down on a separate avenue. :)

Sleeping World,

2010-04-05T01:20:00.002+10:00

Jvr suggested that I should write all my dreams down somewhere, so this has pretty much become a motivation for my blogging.

It is scientifically proven that every one of us dream multiple times every night, but how often do you remember a dream?

I have this strange ability of jolting up from my sleep the minute I leave my dream. And this uncanny ability has allowed me to remember my dreams in vivid details.

It didn't use to matter as I'd simply go back to sleep. But now with Jvr's presence, I'd sort of wake him up and tell him the happenings of my dream before we both continue sleeping. At times, I would have a dreamless good rest. However, at most times, I would resume my unfinished dream.

I had been holding back the narration of my dreams for it'll mean reliving it and that's a downright torment if it's a nightmare. But at the same time, these are the only thoughts that go beyond my conscious, rational thought process. So let's just embrace this bizarre imagination and let the dreams unfold:

//

I dreamt that I had an interview with Ogilvy & Mather. It was more like a high tech futuristic sort of interview whereby there were levels of progression.

I started off by typing on one of those old school computers complete with a DOS interface, answering generic questions about myself to an interactive blackbox. After several rounds of questioning, the screen beamed 'You have passed this round of interview' and a white box appeared at the top right hand corner of the monitor screen, asking me to 'click here' to proceed. Needless to say, I did the necessary and was immediately teleported to O&M's head office.

I wad caught off-guard. The human resource managers were on their way out to meet me while I panicked frantically.

Reason? I was wearing a sleeveless dress and I had an endless stream of armpit hair flowing out from both sides which I couldn't get rid off. And I didn't know how to get rid of them, so I was looking for a scissors on the reception desk high and low but I simply couldn't find any.

And then I woke up. Sorry dreams have abrupt endings, can't help it, I'm not telling a story. Haha

Totally weird.

(Btw all the recent entries are typed on Jvr's iTouch, like OMG my eyes are all crossed. Please don't look at me.)

Second realm

2010-04-03T01:06:00.001+11:00

The scariest part of dying in my dreams is having to wake up to find that I'm still alive, while still in the same nightmare.

I think the occurence of a continued scenario dream that lasts for a few days on end is quite rare, and it happened to me for the first time last night. Or at least, as far as I could remember.

The funny thing is, I dreamt about armageddon of sorts. It was chaotic. Everywhere on the streets I see people crying, repenting, in deep remorse for the moral compromises that they had made for immaterial things in life. The Antichrist, the militant atheist, Jehovah's witnesses, scientology, every religion or lack thereof was crumbling in the face of this true destruction. There were concaves on the land where other religious places used to stand. It was evident from the damage done that there could only be one truth.

Earth as we know it, has come to an end. There were groups of people being sucked underground without parole. However, for others, there was this one building that refuge could be sought, and at the entrance, you will be issued a serial number from the Heaven's keepers. You have been judged based upon all the things that you have done for the same of your species.

At the door of the colonial house, I was issued a 6-digit serial number starting with 3. "You know what this means right," the Heaven's keeper said to me. I didn't. She then told me to look for the person with the corresponding serial number in the building as I would be bunking with her tonight.

I entered the colonial building, and there were endless rooms of dormitories of different capacities. The sages slept in better wards while the lesser beings slept with the masses.

I kept searching and searching but I simply couldn't find my 'partner'. I then asked another Heaven's keeper for help, to which he was shocked when he discovered my serial number. Apparently, I didn't belong here.

And somehow I got wind that the people who would be salvaged are those with a 7-digit serial number starting with 7. With that knowledge, I went to queue up again and was registered under the new serial code. This set the alarm within the house ringing and everyone started running after me. I couldn't get out of the house as it was literally hell on Earth outside and the people that were still walking the streets of Earth could be barely called people as they were faceless, soulless, discarded bodies. Yet at the same time, I couldn't remain indoors. I was trapped.

So I ran and ran and tried hiding myself between uncleared corpses within the buildings. I slept, sandwiched between two bodies, for a night.

The next thing I remember, I was awake and a lady offered me her toilet for respite. And then I finally woke up after forcing myself to wake up for more than three failed attempts.

I guess the scariest part about this dream is that I'm not a Christian and it's Good Friday today. Christians might have a reason and call this a sign, but at best, I can just call this a bad dream.

Tech Toys,

2010-03-31T01:10:00.001+11:00

I'm absolutely in love with Jvr's iTouch. I am officially an iPhone convert. Haha. But, it can be such a major lecture distraction, or some would say, saviour, indeed.

Games,

2010-03-30T01:06:00.003+11:00

Anyone remembers Neverhood?
My sister used to play this when we were younger and I'd watch her play.
I used to be really scared of this game, creepy music and character with no eyes wandering in the wilderness alone, especially this scene, the exaggerated long burp screams of a deep void in Klaymen (the character's name). Creepy.

Then comes Monkey Island, probably my all-time favourite game.
Similarly, when I say play, I mean watching my sister play.
That used to be the standard deal with RPG games, she solves them faster (because she's older), so I'd just watch the story unfold and occasionally suggest to walk left or walk right.

Other games that I enjoyed:
- Rayman
- Super Mario on gameboy colour
- Streetfighter when it had minimal characters
- Sonic

Holidays please come soon.

Everything is a copy of a copy,

2010-03-27T01:58:00.004+11:00

We all remember this particular tshirt that I bought for Javier during my last trip to Thailand with my sis.

I just visited Threadless a few minutes ago and I saw this under the Classics section:

I bought a Threadless knock-off without realising it.
Thailand is cool like that.

Painful Penance,

2010-03-26T01:41:00.001+11:00

I have since come to associate the duration of my menstrual cramp as some form of doing time for all the wrong things I've done in life.
Kinda like, paying bad debts, sin atonement, and ideally this would lead to better karma of sorts.

I cannot even begin to describe the disappointment that wells up as I lay on the bed, paralysed by the throbbing pain, wanting to scream for release, yet silenced by the sheer magnitude of my own pain. I produced this own pain that I am feeling. It's like self-betrayal. Screw this.

Sheer Bliss,

2010-03-21T01:55:00.004+11:00

Headed down to the Mornington Peninsula today.

We went to the strawberry farm to pick strawberries and we now have 1kg of fresh strawberries in our fridge. Jesus!

Apart from the massive spamming of strawberries, we attempted to get lost in the hedge maze, view the famed lighthouse in the region, and simply enjoyed the freshest of sea breeze, blown straight from further down under - Antarctica!

Dirty boy KO-ed and fell asleep immediately when he reached home. No bathing, washing up all. Ewwww.

He suddenly woke up and in his half awake stupor, he said,

J: Winnie, why aren't you asleep?
W: Baby, why you never call me babyyyy? (HAHAHA)
J: Strawberry.
W: HUH?
J: Sorry.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. Too cute.

For sentimental reasons,

2010-03-15T21:49:00.005+11:00

I've been fiddling with Tumblr for the past hour or two, exploring the wonders of overlapping social media platforms and selecting a theme for my new Tumblr space.

I'm really quite sold by Tumblr, the designs are clean and neat, and there is just enough space to customise without messing up the HTML too much.

And then it got to me, I don't even blog much to begin with.
And there's really nothing much that I dislike about good old Blogger that hasn't advanced much through the years (but at least it is still free). To think it was the forerunner during its heydays... but then again, every dog has its day. And Blogger's is long gone, with the advent of Livejournal, then wordpress, and now this incumbent perhaps rightful successor - Tumblr.

I guess I might just be a little sentimental like that. It's like one of those vintage lemon Beetles without the air-conditioner and cranky radios, but you still love it nonetheless. You love its imperfections and how it has been there for you as you grow up. And to desert it for one of those new flashy four-wheel drive cars just seem to be a little materialistic.

But as with life, we need to get with the times, and I might just migrate to greener pastures when my Tumblr grounds are ready for grazing.

Meanwhile, I shall rest on my laurels that is this humble abode.

Once again,

2010-03-05T04:21:00.003+11:00

I have about three days left to adjust my biological clock back to 'School Hours'.
It was supposed to magically solve itself today after my downing some of what could possibly be my all-time favourite beer EVER - James Squire Original Amber Ale. Fell asleep I did, but with my bloody makeup on, so I woke up to wash up and am fresher than ever before now. Urgh.

In other news, MY TIME TABLE SUCKS. PISSED OFF.
I need to go to school from Monday all through to Friday and I've only got an hour of tutorial on Friday. And I can't shift that class, it's like a stubborn wood block of a bitch tute. Sighhhhhhhhh, k I shall not throw a hissy fit at inanimate and intangible stuff.

And, major laggard but apparently a lot of people 'twit' a lot. I tried twitting during these sleepless nights using Javier's iTouch/E72, but still, I realise I've got absolutely nothing random to say to a known open audience. Oddly enough, I guess I prefer lengthy 'quality' posts. LOL.

And lastly, I also added this formspring thing. Testing waters to see if it's fun. Haha. But it should be a keeper, so you can use it to ask me questions, or comment on anything and have the choice of choosing whether to leave your name or not. Link's on the left side of page.

K shall go attempt to sleep. Toodles!

University Marketing Campaign

2010-03-04T03:32:00.002+11:00

Almost forgot we did this in Summer 2009, prior to our return to Singapore.
Gosh my comments sound so elitist. Please note that it's just for marketing purposes. Lol.

Bluessssssssssssssssssss

2010-03-02T00:02:00.003+11:00

Back in Melbourne, and sick, again.
I'm really sick and tired of being sick. It's frustrating.
Body, you fail me time and again.

So anyway I've been fluctuating between getting better and falling ill this 2010 it's really killing me inside. For the most part of the past decade I've been quite okay with my health. This year is just bad. One day's good, another day's bad. Or rather, an hour ago it can be so bad, the next hour I'm fine and dandy. Like, what's wrong?! Ahhh.

First day of school today and five minutes before the end of lecture, I started having these uncontrollable spasm sort of blink-eye syndrome (also a sign that I'm going to faint or something of that sort) and yawning non-stop. I was mustering all the remaining strength I had to look normal and to look for the toilet, where I can park myself for awhile. While making my way down the steps, I somehow just lost all strength and parked myself on the steps for awhile. Embarrassing, much?

Body, please get better.
I promise to eat more fruits and vegetables and not OD you with bak kwa or third world country roadside store food again. =(

Love, WL.

Shuffling around,

2010-02-23T08:01:00.005+11:00

Heading back to the land of collective diaspora where I would once again call home for the next half a year or so in less than a week's time.

Unlike this time last year, I'm really excited about returning for my last semester of school, juggling of work/school/crazy household chores and mostly, simply embracing Melbourne for all its glorious wonders.

2010 has been really good so far, my bout of food poisoning from Cambodia and my sudden allergy to crustacean (particularly lobster, FUCK I LOVE LOBSTERS) not withstanding.

Anyway here's a picture of the allergic reaction:

WTF RIGHT?! HAHAH
Those are damned legs only a mother can love man.
We were supposed to go to the Singapore Air Show, but because of me, Javier had to give the tickets away. Boo.

Speaking of which, I also got jabbed in the ass twice by the doctor for the allergy (he chose to jab my ass for its proximity to my legs - most of the allergic reaction appeared there). Quite embarrassing ok, going to be 22 years old already still gotta let the doctor see my bright big ass. Haha

In other news, Javier planned a three days long Valentine's Day celebration for me knowing that I've never celebrated Valentine's Day before (Either I was overseas or not in a relationship). I really don't need him to do anything fancy for me to love him, but he overachieves all the time, it's like, affirmation.

So thank you, for being all sorts of wonderful.

Classic

2010-02-05T19:59:00.004+11:00

230am:
I couldn't get to bed.
As usual, I ended up waking my dormant source of entertainment.

330am:
We were extremely tired and hungry.
We couldn't decide if we should head to bed or to grab a bite.
Would you rather have more sleep but suffer gastric pangs or would you rather eat and suffer lethargy?
I told him, it was like deciding between the devil and the deep blue sea.
He asked me why the deep blue sea is a bad place.
I suspect he should get out of Navy.

430am:
We decided to cook instant noodles.
We reached the kitchen and he gobbled the yam paste bread that was within sight.
'I am too lazy to eat,' he said. 'I am too lazy to cook,' he meant.
I suggested we eat a can of microwaved baked beans.
He said, 'Okay, I don't mind that'.
I then proceeded to say that we don't have any baked beans at my place, I merely mentioned it to further highlight the pathetic state that we're in.
We laughed in the dark silent night for awhile before returning to the same silence that brings out our patheticism.

445am:
He regrets waking up.
He has work tomorrow at Changi.
I stay at Balestier.

500am:
We started looking at the variety of instant noodles at hand.
We find Tom Yam. We love Tom Yam. It was KOKA.
He recalls the times when he ate that everyday while in OCS.
It claims to be NO-MSG.
I told him I will cook the noodles.
I took the pot out.
He added more water, the noodles in, the condiments and mixed it well, while I read the packaging.
We also found a can of braised peanuts.

530am:
I'm too full to sleep.

Hunger Pangs

2010-02-05T04:51:00.003+11:00

I made some pastry rings today, looks something like this:

So fun. =)

OMG!

2010-01-22T07:30:00.003+11:00

Gosh it's almost 5am now.
Met Peychee for dinner and catching up, then Darren for drinks and supper until late.

Anywayyyy, I am compelled and propelled by this evening's conversation with Peychee to find out more about our conversation with regards to a double life individual that we both know.

I am appalled, shocked, and flabberfuckingasted with my discoveries.
She could almost get away with murder with such a well planned duo life.

In retrospect,

2010-01-05T06:38:00.003+11:00

I've always wanted to write one of those epic last post of the year entries, but in my seven years of online journal writing, I've never gotten down to writing a single word.

At this godforsaken hour where children are starting to climb out of their beds to begin a new school term, and where I become very vulnerable to online shopping as innocent browsing is made malicious through the simplicity of e-commerce, I shall finally commence on my writing and procrastinate no more.

2009 had been a year of great independence. I was away from home for the longest time ever (close to 10 months) while I struggled to swallow the crap I cooked that only started to show a sliver of decency after a whole lot of failed attempts.

I should have really blogged about my cooking escapades.

Cooking can be a real chore when you're cooking for only one person. While I'm not a fussy eater, one can only have so much Spaghetti Bolognese and Aglio Olio before you start shitting tomatoes and herbs.

With that, I started to get creative in cooking, which also marked the start of the end of my reign as a self-proclaimed domestic diva. Some of my culinary experiments include butter chicken pasta (indian/italian fusion gone wrong), indonesian fried chicken paste flavoured fried rice, pseudo risotto (otherwise more honestly described as cheesy butter rice) etc. I also tried to make my own mint tea from scratch which resulted in a whole lot of mint leaves almost wasted - fortunately I found an alternative use for the remaining mint leaves which was to transform them into aromatherapy bags.

I got to say like many things in life, you get better with a lot of practice, and by following instructions. I absofuckinglutely hate following recipes, it feels so regimented and kinda takes the fun of randomness and gut feeling out of cooking. But yet it plays such an essential role in getting the taste right.

Cooking aside, I had a surprisingly lot of luck finding jobs in Melbourne. From working for the Australian governmental bodies, to the tax evading new immigrants, I experienced them all this year.

My verdict is that every overseas student should definitely take on a part time job in the country that they're studying at, that's how you meet the locals and learn more about their culture and their way of life.

My mind was not set on the greenbacks as I dived into the employment arena. I wanted to learn as much as I could while I was in Melbourne, not just academically. I took on a job as a waitress in a restaurant that paid me below the minimum wages. Having had no prior experience in the F&B industry, I was surprised at how difficult it was to dish out four main courses on my frail arms, to make matters worse, the restaurant was double-storeyed and needless to say, without a lift. And to balance a tray of drinks up and down the stairs.. oh god. A tough job it sure was, as I mopped the floors, washed the toilets, disinfected the dining tables etc. Perks was that I got to learn how to make desserts, some cocktails, learnt a whole lot about wine, and got to have chef-cooked dinner, supper, and can dabao home lunch for the next day. Looking back now, I have no idea why and how I did what I do. But I'm pleased with myself.

I also got to do a bit of travelling, heading to New Zealand and jumping off cliffs, planes and bridges with friends equally willing to do all sorts of crazy.

Despite all the good things that I've listed, 2009 was mostly a less than splendid year as unresolved issues from 2008 overflowed into the following year and tragically clouded my vision and ability to make clear decisions. Looking back, it's amazing how I allowed myself to be treated in an unbecoming manner, and managed to allow indecision to override my life for such a long period of time. One of the more important lessons I've learnt in 2009 - Never waver.

Lastly, one of the unexpected gifts that 2009 brought with it has got to be Javier. My friends were all surprised as Javier did not fit into the unfortunate likeness that my ex-boyfriends held which can be loosely described as 'bad'. And while the old adage '男人不坏，女人不爱' still stands true to many women, I'm happy to say I can finally wash that association away from me. HAHA

I could possibly dedicate a shrine filled with compliments for Javier if I were to go on, so we'd leave things as it is and as an end note, I'd just really like to say I've never been more blessed and thankful.

I have a boyfriend that complements me to a T.
I have great great friends that leaves me feeling ever so lucky and contented.
I have a supportive family that has faith in me during times when even I haven't got faith in myself.

Okay I know what's missing, I need a pet turtle.

I only have eyes for you

2009-12-29T06:04:00.001+11:00

You are here
So am I
Maybe millions of people go by,
but they all disappear from view.
And I only have eyes for you.

Prints

2009-12-10T21:19:00.004+11:00

Finally got my dresses altered.
One of the reallyyyyyy cheap dresses I bought from Melbourne. Loves.

A new backdrop since I am now back in my Singapore room. Haha

Mini Update

2009-11-26T18:40:00.004+11:00

I have a tendency to not update my blog now that I'm back in Singapore, since this avenue serves to allow my Singapore-bound friends to be kept abreast on the activities that are going on in Melbourne and my life there.

So anyways, I got the internship. Woohoo.
And then I declined it in view of certain reasons a little too confidential to have on black and white.

So for this holiday, I'm mostly free again.
This is about to be the best three months of my life once again. Haha.
I have too many best months in my life isn't that awesome.

For now, I've got some freelance work on hand to clear.
And helping my parents to scan and touch up their photos from the 80s (wedding photos, vacation shots, me and my sis when we were young photos... tons).
And finish reading the books that I bought from like two book fairs ago.

Life is great because it's only November. WOW.
I love being in Singapore and taking the car to wherever I want and at whatever time.
And of course most importantly, meeting my friends in the flesh through just a phonecall.
This is just awesome la. School holidays are aceeeee. And this is my last long school holiday before I graduate so I will savour every moment.

And then some,

2009-11-08T03:05:00.005+11:00

It was mother hot this afternoon in Melbourne.
Seriously Melbourne's weather is fubar (fucked up beyond any recognition).
Thank goodness I can always be sure to return home to a comfortable 16 degrees Celsius room all thanks to my air conditioner that was working so hard to make my room fridge-like while I was away.

So here I am now, sitting on my nice cosy bed, listening to Javier sleeping, feeling extremely peaceful because... I've just completed one essay. Two more to go... And they're all due on the same day - This coming Monday!

And then work x4 shifts, and exam x1, and I'm off to fly back to Singaporeee.

Seriously if this monotonous tram job goes on any longer I might just get tramophobia. I'm pretty sure I've seen at least a couple of thousand trams pass me by now. It's such an odd feeling considering that now, it doesn't bother me as much to wait for my tram, or train (since I've done both), to arrive. If I could watch a couple of thousand trams pass me by for hours on end, what's another few more minutes, right? I guess.

There's so many things I'm looking forward to in Singapore, I can hardly contain my excitement (gleeeee).

On my top priority now, overtaking my need to eat some well tossed prata soaked in kickass Indian-to-the-max (however you may define that is to your own interpretation) curry is a pending interview for an internship which I really hope I'd get. But that'll be for another day, when I get back to SG, and if I get it, too.

And of course there's the catching up with the best of my friends Kenny, Darren, Marissa and Peychee! And my friends from the other side of down under, Fer and Raf! And exploring the 'facelifts' my motherland has gotten while I was away. And just nua-ing on my own bed, making myself a cup of ice milo gao gao in the morning. And just channel surfing on the couch with one leg up on it you know. Comfy. Ahhhhh excited.

But now it's back to reality and essay crunching awaits me tomorrow...

Gosh it's 330am, I shall go hug Javier to bed. Perhaps he can feel my hug in his subconscious and dream of me. Too much Sigmund Freud and his interpretation of dreams from psychoanalysis and social theory I say. Eek.

Conversations

2009-11-05T17:25:00.001+11:00

Winnie: What if one day you wake up and realise that you're in my body, and that I'm in yours, what would you do?

Javier: I'd probably go take a shower, just to feel what it's like to be touching a woman's body while showering. (LOL) What's the first thing you'd do?

Winnie: I'd take off my shirt and run around, just to feel the liberation of being able to run around topless, then, probably go take a pee, to feel what it's like to stand up to pee.

Javier: Just a word of advice, hold it.

Vadim Kibardin

2009-11-03T23:32:00.000+11:00

Minimalistic.
Mad sex.

Designer Vadim Kibardin has created a Black & White Clock, which includes four independent 3D OLED digits, each digit with their own power source and control. This clock has a light sensor, it can automatically switch two modes: the figures are white in the dark time of day and black at daytime.

QOTD

2009-10-25T23:13:00.004+11:00

If you don't risk everything...

In this life we get only those things for which we hunt, for which we strive, and for which we are willing to sacrifice.
- George Matthew Adams

... you risk even more.

Women's Troubles

2009-10-18T21:06:00.002+11:00

Seems like I've always got time to blog when I'm not in the pink of health.

Got hit by one of those chronic cramps yesterday. It was sooooo bad I felt like a train wreck, the pain was so bad killing myself seemed like a feasible option to alleviate the pain, to which Javier replied that I don't have to do that, he could just help me by knocking me out. Hahahahah. I cannot thank Javier enough for taking care of me, really.
And of course, the people that have seen me in my weakest moments are always my best of friends. So far only three people, so thank you Peychee, Javier and Marissa.

Exams are coming, but I've committed myself to the Yarra Trams auditing season.
Good thing is, work's early morning 7am-ish, so it actually helps me to wake up a lot earlier and I get to get a lot more things done.

It's amazing how much I can do when I wake up so much earlier.

Fever, all through the night.

2009-10-06T18:30:00.000+11:00

I was clearing my room the day before when I came across a clinical thermometer and I asked Javier if he wanted it since I never have a use for it, bragging about my fit never-sick-for-years body.

This kinda thing, really damn pantang.
The next day, for no rhyme or reason (or maybe the culmination of various late night essay crunchings), I fell ill.

Being sick sucks.
I hate feeling weak physically because somehow it overspills and makes you emotionally reliant on people as well, i.e. neeeedy.

This sucks. I feel homesick when I'm sick.

Tragic / Magic

2009-09-22T22:17:00.002+10:00

I cannot decide.
But I guess I would really never know after all.

Except that with each initiation, I'm struck with a tragic guilt that words cannot truly capture. The omitted facts from our conversation is what you should really know. Everything else said acts as a vessel for my main message, that will perhaps, never arrive.

There is always some madness in my decisions.
But there is also always some reason in madness.

Anticipation

2009-09-10T01:43:00.001+10:00

I've got three dresses that have been sitting in my closet for far too long, waiting to break free.
But before I can bring them out to enjoy the Spring sunshine, I gotta get them altered because they're superbly long (really), or that I'm superbly short (also true).

Decided to do a Google search on good places in Melbourne to bring them dresses to, only to realise that it cost around AU$20 to shorten the hem of a dress. Like, seriously? Not even a difficult thing that requires exemplary tailoring skills to do lor. I also can, except that I'm not equipped with a sewing machine over here. And I lazy.

It costs about S$4 in Singapore at the place that I normally alter my clothes.
Most of the time my mum alters my clothes though, but it takes a lot of effort on my part to beg and praise her before her wonderful fingers would finally get cracking - of which she would then give my clothes that are begging for her attention the cold shoulder until she feels like altering them - and sometimes I just cannot wait to wear the dress I bought. Haha

Went around asking a few tailoring shops today, and got a quotation of AU$75 for the three dresses that I'd like to alter, because the material's not cotton.
GG liao lor. Might as well buy myself a sewing machine here and up the hem on my own.

Well, three more months before the dresses see the light of day.
Must start practising my most poor thing 'Mummmmmmmmmmmmy pleaseeeeeeeeeeee' again.

+65

2009-09-09T03:04:00.000+10:00

The ex-boyfriend messaged me, saying that he had a bike accident, and is in the hospital 'now'.
I only realised it a week later.
Because, he sent the sms to my Singapore mobile phone number, of which I check ever so not often.

Thank you for your indifference.

Even if it wasn't intentional?

KTV

2009-09-08T03:39:00.004+10:00

Some of the must-sing songs at KTV sessions. Hahaha

As old school as it gets.

Arbeit macht frei

2009-09-06T18:09:00.008+10:00

It has been a really busy week.
I envision next week to be even worse, since we're currently in the weeks prior to our much needed Spring Break!
Two weeks of exploring even more of Melbourne. Pure bliss.

It has been such a lazy weekend.
And my level of productivity has dropped from 120 a few days ago to a big fat zero.
Got a proposal to submit and a presentation tomorrow... ah.

This semester is whizzing by so quickly, it's already mid-semester. Scary.

//

These are Singapore postcards from the 70s. So gorgeous.

Ice Ice Baby

2009-09-02T22:54:00.003+10:00

Reading through my messy notes now and I stumbled across this, 'impact of television, vanillarized and homogenized. Longer term socialization effects'.

Seriously have no clue what I'm writing lor.
WTF's vanillarized?
And so I googled, to find the closest term to that, and all I got was, Vanilla Ice.

Random Realisation

2009-09-01T03:27:00.005+10:00

I just realised that when I return to Singapore in November, I'd no longer be a p-plater.

OMG SHIOK. No longer suaku.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Happy. =D

//

I've been liaising with the Windows Live support team online for close to SIX ROUNDS of emailing now and let's just say I'm pretty impressed by how they can only reply me ONCE a day, but it's fine... as long as they return me my account ultimately.

So anyway, the issue could be resolved quicker if only I wasn't so childish and took things like account information more seriously back in 2001. But then again you can't fault young minds for thinking that authoritative information provisions are a joke can you? What happened is that you know there's this 'secret question' and 'secret answer' thing, whereby they ask you 'What's your mother's maiden name?', 'What's your first pet's name?' and that sort of bullshit. For me, regardless of the question asked, my secret answer will always be, yes, wait for it, hahaha.

Yes, it's 'HAHAHA'. HAHAHAHA
I know.

I have since learnt my lesson.

So imagine my embarrassment when I had to reply 'John' - the Windows Live dude, that my secret answer was HAHAHA but I couldn't get in. It is indeed true that you grow through life's experiments and embarrassments. Meh.

Hello and Good Buy

2009-08-31T00:11:00.004+10:00

After the Hotmail 'fiasco', I decided to lift my spirits with some Fortune cookies. Actually it was more like an excuse for me to finally get it lah. As you can see from the cover, it reads, 'novelty biscuits', and, I LOVE CHEAP THRILLS!

So I have been wanting to get it since forever, but it isn't exactly cheap. It's one of those for-white-people gimmicks that I'm such a sucker for. Hahaha
The cookie I broke read, 'You will always be successful in your business or professional career'. Didn't exactly 'tell' my fortune, but still, one of those feel good moments. Thanks ah, cookie.
//

This is my old portable speaker - x-mini.
If you're techie enough you'd know how fucking awesome it is.
Small but mighty. The sound it emits is sex in a speaker. Woo.
Cost at purchase: S$49
Unfortunately it's on the verge of breaking down already, so I had to get a new one.

And I decided to get this today. Just to ya know, give it a try. It has an iPod dock which is obviously useless to me since my iPod too died on me... but thankfully you could take the dock out.

And this is how it looks when folded. So portable and handy!

Cost at purchase: AU$2

Gotta say I was impressed, the sound quality is pretty awesome, so never judge a speaker by its price (although chances are its a good gauge). Hahaha
While it is not to the point of fantastic like the x-mini, AU$2 is KNN CHEAP for a portable speaker, complete with USB cable and/or battery portability function. I wish I bought a few more, except that I got it from an everything-$2 store in Frankston, which is about 100km out of the city..
Ang moh really dunno how to do business lor, this one can at least sell for $10.

I cannot help it.

2009-08-29T22:04:00.002+10:00

I'm a noob. So test test, from my trusty mobile. This is really quite fun. Although i'm still considered back dated since i'm using WAP instead of WIFI. And my fingers are tired already. Plus there's no paragraphing option. Ugh.

OMG WTF?

2009-08-28T18:35:00.003+10:00

I've been exploring the wonders of Gmail and its extended family (such as Blogger, Google, Picasa etc.) since one account pretty much gives you access to all easily. And wow, gotta say I'm pretty much a convert.

One of the scarier discoveries is that... history will come back to haunt you. I clicked on the Picasa icon, lo and behold, long forgotten, lost pictures all came back. Apparently Blogger keeps all your pictures in Picasa even after you've deleted it, or even after you've deleted a blog. SO WOW. Gotta make sure you delete images from the source and not just HTML codes if you want it to be gone forever, or incur the wrath of revisiting it someday on the internetherlands. Spooky.

Basically a lot of pictures of ex-boyfriends resurfaced and I feel damn disgusted having to put myself through looking at it all over again. Hahahahahahaha
I am so disgusting.

Beauty of Empathy

2009-08-28T02:44:00.006+10:00

I suppose one of the worse things about losing my Hotmail account besides the EXTREMELY MANY obvious facts is the fact that I don't know of anyone, or of anyone's second or third degree friends that had the same misfortune happen to them. I just wish someone could empathise with me on this.

Like, seriously, why, me?
The next one could be you.

A person's email account (includes access into MSN) is like an individual's identity. The extension of oneself. A communication medium that transcends borders.

I suppose what took me by surprise was how Hotmail closed my account without giving any prompt, which wasn't something I had expected from a company as established as Windows Live.

Given, Hotmail is a free service, so in no way do I actually 'possess' anything. To have great expectations for something 'free' seems almost unreal. You get what you (don't pay) for. Putting it simply, a beggar cannot be choosy.
Unfortunately for me, and the rest like me, their Terms & Conditions covers their ass so fine I find it impossible to even find a loophole.

I am at a loss of words really.
I am not at all angry or sad because it's just plain dumb to feel affected by technology isn't it. There's a lot of disappointment though, and a startling realisation at our reliance on technology.

My email address has been with me since March 2001 (I only found out my registration date when my email got closed. Interesting how they return you useless information like this), and way too much important information is inside for them to just take it all away like this. My bank information, e-ticket for my flight back to Singapore, pay slip details.. the list can go on forever.

Well if up until here you still haven't got a clue what happened:
My Hotmail and MSN got suspended because apparently, Windows Live recognised wl_@hotmail.com as a non-legit/spam/bot email address. To their surprise, I am actually human. For now, please direct all important emails here as I get this issue rectified.

Sigh.
All I can do now is wait.
Waiting for a miracle.

Personally, I think it's highly unlikely that you'll actually regain access to your account.

Liquid Desire

2009-08-26T20:38:00.004+10:00

Saw these ads which reminded me of Salvador Dali's masterpieces.

Surely these ads are 'inspired' by his works in one way or another. Haha

Salvador Dali's Liquid Desire showcase comes to Melbourne. But, there's an admission fee to see his work. Much as I support the arts, paying to enter an art museum to do some art appreciation sounds too highbrow an activity for me. I shall... think about it.

Life in transit.

2009-08-25T02:53:00.003+10:00

The job I'm doing now pretty much gives me tons of time to people-watch and capture stills of everyday life with my eyes.

The train station's an interesting place, everyone's life is in transit.
Every commuter has a common mission - to get to their destination.
Nobody wants to be at a train station for long periods of time.
The longer they are at the train station, the more irritable an individual gets as it means that the train is late, or the train had exceeded the 'margin of error-wait' that everybody sets for a public transport that they're about to catch.

So yes, this is what makes working at a train station interesting since your destination is everyone's journey.
It's a place where life is literally in transit.
What makes my job even more special is that I'm auditing trains, so basically I am neither a commuter nor a station worker.
If a commuter is black, and a station worker is white, then I must belong to the grey area.

The train station is an indiscriminating place.
It doesn't care if you're a high school kid, a granny, a high flyer, a busker or a hobo.
Regardless of race, language or religion, it'll take you.
Regardless of social status, age or level of education, it is fair for all - late for all, early for all.

So yes, the four hours that I spent at Flinders Station without boarding a single train, I was an obstacle to 'genuine' commuters, an information counter to confused commuters and an odd commuter that had 'overstayed' her time at the station to station workers.
I suppose it's funny since the function of a train station is to transport people, but I fall off the scale of the social norm.
Think going to the movies but reading an e-book from your handphone while you're inside. Not adhering to the function of the environment you're in kinda thing.

At peak hour, where crowds of people were shuffling in and out of the trains, I had to constantly make way for soulless looking poker-faced commuters rushing to work. After people-watching at the train station, all I can say is we're living in a human factory, where everyone's a copy of a copy. But then again, there is no originality left to be discovered. At best, we're all a mass of emulation.

At times, I'd be asked when the next train is coming, or which platform should he or she go to so as to catch the train toward Belgrave, or Lilydale, or Epping... I'm sorry but I really don't know. Then came the station staff that noticed my lingering presence and asked me what train am I catching, as he was concerned that I may have been at the wrong platform, of to which I replied that it is raining so I'm stuck here... and he invited me to go to the sheltered area as where I was seated, it was mad cold. BUT, if I were to take up his offer, I wouldn't be able to do my job of auditing trains. Being a terrible liar, I panicked a bit before saying that it's okay, I'm enjoying the breeze. Like, wtf seriously. It's winter, it's raining, it's windy, it's brrrrr-cold beyond belief. He let it slide and started having a conversation with me, to which I missed a train..... Haha, talk about ironies.

Something that shocked me and interest me was how when the train was about to depart, a high school boy went up to the train and stuck his outstretched arm onto the train, with his palm acting as a suction cap, cupping the exterior of the train.
Everyone else was still in their spaced out mode while I shot wtf-ed looks at blank zombie faces. The train started moving, dragging the boy with him as he seemed to 'alleviate' and 'fly' on blank land. It looked mad fun, although mad dangerous at the same time as the train picked up speed. Wished I took a vid, tried to find some on YouTube, but what is this stunt called anyway?

No one stopped him, but the station worker stopped his friend from using the blade runner in the station as there was a sign that states that it wasn't allowed. Talk about funny rulings.
Blade runner, not okay.
Jackassing, okay.

Scars

2009-08-23T03:10:00.005+10:00

女人独有的天真
和温柔的天分
要留给真爱你的人
不管未来多苦多难
有他陪你完成

It was a lot better when I didn't know any better.

I've mentioned and reminded myself countless times before that I don't want to know anything anymore, any further. I'd like to remain in constant denial because realisation doesn't change anything. A picture perfect is better than any horrible truths that I don't wanna know. The disappointment can be really overwhelming and quite honestly I've ran out of sighs.

But no, life is happy to slowly unravel the truths that were before my eyes then, but that I was too blind to see.
It's like an invisible force prying my eyes open, screaming at me to take a look, take a closer look, take one last look.

This one last look is all that I can take. I am overexpensed.

爱有多销魂
就有多伤人
你若勇敢爱了就要勇敢分

Sigh sight

2009-08-13T00:02:00.003+10:00

想当年when I print notes, I'd print six slides on a page.
Then it went down to three slides with lines at the side to write notes (but slide size still the same).
Then it became four on a page, but there were more empty space than slide space, so it wasn't that practical.

And since this semester I've been doing two slides on a page.
老了much?

The day that I hit one slide per page will be the day where I can safely say, 我瞎了。Haha

Awesome August

2009-08-07T23:33:00.005+10:00

I've been having tons of good karma since August began.

I left my thumbdrive at the library's general use computer the other day and I managed to get it back. Karma's gonna double bite me in the ass for that, because, I found that thumbdrive in the same library's general use computer about a year back, and I obviously didn't return it.

For Singapore Students Society at The University of Melbourne

2009-08-05T21:27:00.005+10:00

Feels a bit like year one all over again to do 'design' stuff.

Creative rationale: As the society is an organisation set away from home, the namecard design is meant to look like a Singapore postcard whereby giving it out would allow Melbournians to get an 'insight' on Singapore through the receiving of our namecard 'postcard'.
The parallel theme of the membership card and namecard design is meant to continue the 'overseas' concept.
TADAH.

Winter White

2009-08-04T00:24:00.003+10:00

Apparently the incredible lack of sun that is caused by winter had left me being the fairest I've been in years.

I've always belonged to the wanna-go-tanning group instead of 美白 group when in Singapore. Except that, I almost never see the sun when in Singapore anyways, considering the time I wake up.

I tried to 'get some sun' by going swimming at the uni's pool.
Except that it's winter, so the pool's indoor.
And I wore a bikini to swim in an indoor pool thinking I'd get some sun. But instead, all I got was curious looks from onlookers.
Gosh did uni dumb my brain or what. Haha
So paiseh.

Anyway I think I've changed camps.
Fair people look 'brighter' in pictures. Hahaha

Smack on the SPF pleaseeee.

Felicia, your boyfriend.. HAHA

2009-08-02T23:08:00.000+10:00

gabercrombie- 22oct09 says:
hey
u know this club music that goes
"heyy ...Ho ... heyy hoo"

WL says:
huh
haha
thats so general

gabercrombie- 22oct09 says:
the very famous 1

WL says:
how does the tune go

gabercrombie- 22oct09 says:
HEY YO HEY YO

WL says:
superstar is it

gabercrombie- 22oct09 says:
No...
its damn nigga 1

WL says:
erm. that you gotta ask felicia when she's drunk.
haha

gabercrombie- 22oct09 says:
hahaha

'New' Hairstyle

2009-07-31T21:45:00.003+10:00

New hairstyle.
Hair tied into a bun with a hairband on. Haha

Quick and easy for school.
Not recommended for cold and windy Melbourne weather though..

Never knew.

2009-07-23T01:46:00.006+10:00

Went to look at my old photo albums.

It's only then did I realise that I have had short hair for such a longgggggg period of time that I almost forget about my long hair days, or what I look like when I had long hair. Hahahahah

It's so difficult to grow my hair long when I absolutely adore visiting the hairdresser. Ohwell.

Mostly early 2007 stuff.

I sure do miss my long hair.
It's kinda freaky looking at these pictures though, feels like it's someone else. Can't even recognise myself. Haha

And rebonding my hair was one of the worst mistakes I made in my life, which isn't that bad after all, considering that hair is a mistake that will outgrow itself.

In silence we trust

2009-06-30T03:37:00.003+10:00

What's left unsaid is almost always more important than the words that are spoken.
It pains to be exact. It's a lot easier to settle for 'that will do'.
Temporary acceptance is a form of accommodation, but expectations will be raised. We cannot expect anything less.

Rationality had triumphed.
Or is it just the presence of good reasons, or a threshold that had been reached, or a trust that had been breached?

I am indifferent to his plea, yet empathetic to a her I do not know personally. I shouldn't even be part of this.
I have folded this hand a long time ago.

Pardon my freedom

2009-06-18T04:14:00.006+10:00

I could almost begin by saying that the problem with school holidays is that they last long enough to permanently set you into irregular sleeping hours.

I tried to sleep early today.
Because, waking up at 3 or 4pm in Australia is not cool when everything closes at 5pm except for things you can do which you really shouldn't be doing, or doing too much of that is.
Only vices stay open for you.

Tossed and turned for two hours in bed and got more and more frustrated with myself with every minute spent awake.
I'm a fast and heavy sleeper, so times like this really makes me feel extremely URGHHHH. So much wasted time really. My condolences to all the difficult and light sleepers out there. HAHAHA

I should add that it's 430am now.

I should also add that I'm less than a month away from New Zealand with the folks over at Brisbane. Driving for two weeks straight, rotating between the less than zai driver that desperately needs to learn how to parallel park again (me) and the sibei zai driver that can drive a lorry and reverse into a tree (WHO ELSE).

I should also also add that I'm about 5 months away from Singapore, which is pretty bloody long when you long for something, considering that I have sudden bouts of craving for Singapore weather and food.

I dislike winter or cold weather for the record. Who gives a fly about cute boots and snuggly winter wear. I am so jealous when I see pictures of girls in summer dresses. Mehhh.

And Bah Kut Teh, I suddenly thought about learning how to cook it while tossing and turning in bed just now, I even came up with the perfect recipe already. No wonder I can't sleep!!

I'm groggy already.
Goodnight y'all.

Accidental Accomplice

2009-06-14T03:02:00.002+10:00

Fuelled rage within a furnace, contains conceited defeat.
Tolerance furnished with a white flag, contains complete deceit.
His lack of remorse that brought him peace had brought her to pieces.
Her heartstring swings like a pendulum as she fluctuates between the misses.

He fears for his own safety, as the plot thickens.
He flees from his own conscience, as a guilt-strickened.
He fights for his own freedom, but freedom is never free.

The accidental accomplice repays by pension the accummulated sins within the sinner's mansion.

There lies guilt, there lies greed.
And within the mansion lies a creep.

What's at stake.

2009-06-06T18:43:00.002+10:00

You win some, you lose some.

Progressive decay.
Regressive regret.

Surface dust

2009-05-17T18:27:00.004+10:00

Randomly google-d my name, self love and consciousness yes. Haven't done it in years anyways. Haha

And surprise findings.
I found a Public Relations video we did back in Mass Communication that I completely forget even doing! Even more shocked that it was on the Ngee Ann Polytechnic website.

When the video started to play, a lot of of 'cheeeeeese' just flowed through.
Embarrassing shit quality, but absolutely hilarious to look back at.
A group project done by Qiaolin, Ben and myself, with Yingmin helping out because her Mandarin is zaiiiiiii.

Firstly, I didn't upload the video, and I have no idea who did (probably Ms Ang), so yea, I don't even have the high resolution hardcopy of this! I had to download my own production online. The hilarity of this. Haha

Original link: http://www.np.edu.sg/imc/ivid/player.aspx?vid=2

Eventually

2009-05-02T06:21:00.000+10:00

...I'll be back.