Mika
ohhhhhhhh...Arnott's is life.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
4 in the morning
Gwen Stefani
I came to realise that even though I had accepted death, to an extent, I can never face it. Never. Not even when I am not alone. Not even when I am strong. Just never. It gets me real bad, emotionally and physically.
Life. Wish you are not in it, wish you have it good. Let's continue wishing :)
I came to realise that even though I had accepted death, to an extent, I can never face it. Never. Not even when I am not alone. Not even when I am strong. Just never. It gets me real bad, emotionally and physically.
Life. Wish you are not in it, wish you have it good. Let's continue wishing :)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Any Other World
Mika
I really shouldn't be posting now...I don't really feel well...Just had a huge quarrel with my SO, which resulted in me bursting into tears and him leaving. I don't know what it will lead to and what it is leading to.
But, I had to mention this: I watched Golden Compass today. I would give it a 6.5/10 if not for Nicole Kidman's faboo acting and the "visibly nice" animations.
Final Judgment: 7/10
It's not bad, HOWEVER, there was laughter throughout the hall when the movie was coming to an end - none of us knew it WAS the end. But apparently, they just want to leech off more money from the movie-goers.
I really shouldn't be posting now...I don't really feel well...Just had a huge quarrel with my SO, which resulted in me bursting into tears and him leaving. I don't know what it will lead to and what it is leading to.
But, I had to mention this: I watched Golden Compass today. I would give it a 6.5/10 if not for Nicole Kidman's faboo acting and the "visibly nice" animations.
Final Judgment: 7/10
It's not bad, HOWEVER, there was laughter throughout the hall when the movie was coming to an end - none of us knew it WAS the end. But apparently, they just want to leech off more money from the movie-goers.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The Christmas Song
Diana Krall
My SO bought me a $29 notebook/organizer today. Woah.
Lion says Merry X'mas to all.
Bb too.
heehee. ;)
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Yesterday, Bb brought me to Escape and this was what happened before that happened.
Me "Can I not go...you just...just...want to torture me!"
Bb "You can't escape from Escape!" (evil laughter fills the air)
So we went, he was lemming for the Go-Kart ride, which did not happen in the end as there was a long queue (he hates waiting for anything). The theme park management team should really do something about Escape, it looks so different from its past glory, ever since that 'incident' there... Well, back to the topic, I can't believe the ticket price dropped to a surprisingly low $7 per adult! I was O: + !!!
But, there are two new "attractions" there. The reason for the "" is that these attractions felt more like a 'Pasar Malam ThemePark' attractions than a 'ThemePark' themepark's attractions. Besides that, everything else is still about the same. We wasted the most money on the carnival games - but had great rewards. We won quite a number of soft toys: two weirdly coloured monkeys with expandable arms and legs, a grey horse/donkey, a teddy, a purple snake and a ugly puffy fish with fat blue lips (which I dumped into my SO's bag while he was asleep).
After the few hours of my life wasted there...
Me (whining) "I'm covered in weird coloured fur from those things(toys)...plus I am sweaty, tired and my makeup is running...hais..."
Bb (mumbles)
Me (feeling pissed) "What??? Don't always mumble, mumble, mumble. Speak properly!"
Bb (pissed now) "SO BORING ONE. Waste my money one..." (pouts and starts mumbling)
Bottom line is: Don't go there unless you are feeling richor wish to die younger.
My SO bought me a $29 notebook/organizer today. Woah.
Lion says Merry X'mas to all.
Bb too.
heehee. ;)
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Yesterday, Bb brought me to Escape and this was what happened before that happened.
Me "Can I not go...you just...just...want to torture me!"
Bb "You can't escape from Escape!" (evil laughter fills the air)
So we went, he was lemming for the Go-Kart ride, which did not happen in the end as there was a long queue (he hates waiting for anything). The theme park management team should really do something about Escape, it looks so different from its past glory, ever since that 'incident' there... Well, back to the topic, I can't believe the ticket price dropped to a surprisingly low $7 per adult! I was O: + !!!
But, there are two new "attractions" there. The reason for the "" is that these attractions felt more like a 'Pasar Malam ThemePark' attractions than a 'ThemePark' themepark's attractions. Besides that, everything else is still about the same. We wasted the most money on the carnival games - but had great rewards. We won quite a number of soft toys: two weirdly coloured monkeys with expandable arms and legs, a grey horse/donkey, a teddy, a purple snake and a ugly puffy fish with fat blue lips (which I dumped into my SO's bag while he was asleep).
After the few hours of my life wasted there...
Me (whining) "I'm covered in weird coloured fur from those things(toys)...plus I am sweaty, tired and my makeup is running...hais..."
Bb (mumbles)
Me (feeling pissed) "What??? Don't always mumble, mumble, mumble. Speak properly!"
Bb (pissed now) "SO BORING ONE. Waste my money one..." (pouts and starts mumbling)
Bottom line is: Don't go there unless you are feeling rich
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
故事讲完了
甜甘蔗电台
The hospital is a scary place, never liked it and never will. I went there for my checkup today and left with a whole bagful of medicine. My mum was with me (surprisingly) and she made me chuckle when she said:
"Was it your first time going to the pharmacy here?"
[Nods]
"You can really shop ANYWHERE hor."
[Chuckles]
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I can't be blamed, really. The hospital pharmacy is like any normal pharmacy outside - besides being the place for patients to get their prescriptions. It has counters and SAs all around! The pricing was normal and there was even a sales going on!
SALES!
Who can reject that! Plus, I had this hair loss problem and needed to get some stuffs. Yada yada.
&Cut-in: I really hate it when my dad gives me the "I am already so pitiful, you shouldn't make my life worst by asking anything more from me" talk. I know he has many things to handle in his life, but I am his child, and he spends more on his own materialist needs than his child. He spends a few thousand dollars on a fucking car and only S$150 on me per month. And he has the decency to grumble when I ask for a ride home so that I can save money. That explains my personality. It's not that I want to be finacially independent, but that I have to be. From what I see, few people my age are, the others have the luxury to depend on their parents, and yet they have so much more to complain about. Seriously...You people have no shame.
So in the end, I got two bottle of hair loss shampoo from Jason, Centrum vitamins and some Arnott's sinful, sinful delights. Tomorrow I am going for a haircut and there is the screen test on Friday. Wooo, I soooo can't wait for that to happen. (With a ridiculous ulcer on my tongue and the irritating hair loss problem.) Plus, I just changed for script (for the gazillionth time) and have to rewrite my proposal. I just can't do heartwarming. I get all warm and fuzzy, it's weird.
My mum just burnt her palm with the iron. Speechless. Totally.
The hospital is a scary place, never liked it and never will. I went there for my checkup today and left with a whole bagful of medicine. My mum was with me (surprisingly) and she made me chuckle when she said:
"Was it your first time going to the pharmacy here?"
[Nods]
"You can really shop ANYWHERE hor."
[Chuckles]
---------------
I can't be blamed, really. The hospital pharmacy is like any normal pharmacy outside - besides being the place for patients to get their prescriptions. It has counters and SAs all around! The pricing was normal and there was even a sales going on!
SALES!
Who can reject that! Plus, I had this hair loss problem and needed to get some stuffs. Yada yada.
&Cut-in: I really hate it when my dad gives me the "I am already so pitiful, you shouldn't make my life worst by asking anything more from me" talk. I know he has many things to handle in his life, but I am his child, and he spends more on his own materialist needs than his child. He spends a few thousand dollars on a fucking car and only S$150 on me per month. And he has the decency to grumble when I ask for a ride home so that I can save money. That explains my personality. It's not that I want to be finacially independent, but that I have to be. From what I see, few people my age are, the others have the luxury to depend on their parents, and yet they have so much more to complain about. Seriously...
So in the end, I got two bottle of hair loss shampoo from Jason, Centrum vitamins and some Arnott's sinful, sinful delights. Tomorrow I am going for a haircut and there is the screen test on Friday. Wooo, I soooo can't wait for that to happen. (With a ridiculous ulcer on my tongue and the irritating hair loss problem.) Plus, I just changed for script (for the gazillionth time) and have to rewrite my proposal. I just can't do heartwarming. I get all warm and fuzzy, it's weird.
My mum just burnt her palm with the iron. Speechless. Totally.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Time of Rebirth
The Observatory
"There are three kinds of people: dicks, pussies and assholes. Pussies think everyone can get along and dicks just want to fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes. And all the assholes want is to shit all over everything. So pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while because... pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. And if they didn't fuck the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit."
from here.
She is a talented writer, I almost always enjoy her writing. One post that really 'connected' (can't seem to find the right word, hmm.) with me is this:
on ambition and austere asphyxiation [22 Sep 2007|04:03am]
"If I leave, will you wait for me?"
"I don't know"
"Two years is a really long time."
This will ring in my head until next march, past journalism, past christmas, past new year's and chinese renditions and graduation.
The answer though curt, was fair, and honest, and practical. I never would have been convinced with a positive answer... I've had it with promises and clingwrap obsession (read: nic). But still, anyone who owned ears and a heart and blood would have felt an ache, from the ears, by the blood, to the heart, pushed by pumps, spreading and manifesting. Suddenly, a full-stop is looming, as though it suddenly planted itself smack middle of this path. It will crack the ground all the way to my feet and I might blindly follow that crack as though it leads a way. How did no one see that free-falling.
And I'm squatting in the shower, your toothbrush in hand, sprays beating down my back. I'm just thinking... There are so many things and kinks I want to share with you, some more, and some less significant than the toothbrush I am grasping. And that possible full-stop makes me want to pack everything into a day, go without sleep and go out experiencing, with fear-fuelled adrenaline. But tomorrow is Saturday and we'll sleep in. And I'll wake up earlier as usual and just glance over while you're here but not really here. And possibly, I might kiss your forehead and hope your sleepy persona doesn't get annoyed. Tomorrow is Saturday. And we're doing nothing much. "No point worrying now, there's only so much you can do, and that's nothing at all," you say.
Guess any other person with a significant other in their life will go through this too. If I were told to come up with a list of words to describe love..they would be filled with so much more criticisms than compliments. Sad how fragile, painful, yet strong and honest, love is. When is it human can take a step back to see how love had rewarded them by punishing them with emotions. Emo is from the word Emotions and I can't stop being one now.
Do let me know if there is any disagreements on putting something this private up here. Though I highly doubt anyone that reads her blog would read mine. /:
): Pimples! Are you punishing me for all the late nights? If you are, go manifest yourselves on my work instead.
"There are three kinds of people: dicks, pussies and assholes. Pussies think everyone can get along and dicks just want to fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes. And all the assholes want is to shit all over everything. So pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while because... pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. And if they didn't fuck the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit."
from here.
She is a talented writer, I almost always enjoy her writing. One post that really 'connected' (can't seem to find the right word, hmm.) with me is this:
on ambition and austere asphyxiation [22 Sep 2007|04:03am]
"If I leave, will you wait for me?"
"I don't know"
"Two years is a really long time."
This will ring in my head until next march, past journalism, past christmas, past new year's and chinese renditions and graduation.
The answer though curt, was fair, and honest, and practical. I never would have been convinced with a positive answer... I've had it with promises and clingwrap obsession (read: nic). But still, anyone who owned ears and a heart and blood would have felt an ache, from the ears, by the blood, to the heart, pushed by pumps, spreading and manifesting. Suddenly, a full-stop is looming, as though it suddenly planted itself smack middle of this path. It will crack the ground all the way to my feet and I might blindly follow that crack as though it leads a way. How did no one see that free-falling.
And I'm squatting in the shower, your toothbrush in hand, sprays beating down my back. I'm just thinking... There are so many things and kinks I want to share with you, some more, and some less significant than the toothbrush I am grasping. And that possible full-stop makes me want to pack everything into a day, go without sleep and go out experiencing, with fear-fuelled adrenaline. But tomorrow is Saturday and we'll sleep in. And I'll wake up earlier as usual and just glance over while you're here but not really here. And possibly, I might kiss your forehead and hope your sleepy persona doesn't get annoyed. Tomorrow is Saturday. And we're doing nothing much. "No point worrying now, there's only so much you can do, and that's nothing at all," you say.
Guess any other person with a significant other in their life will go through this too. If I were told to come up with a list of words to describe love..they would be filled with so much more criticisms than compliments. Sad how fragile, painful, yet strong and honest, love is. When is it human can take a step back to see how love had rewarded them by punishing them with emotions. Emo is from the word Emotions and I can't stop being one now.
Do let me know if there is any disagreements on putting something this private up here. Though I highly doubt anyone that reads her blog would read mine. /:
): Pimples! Are you punishing me for all the late nights? If you are, go manifest yourselves on my work instead.
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