Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I'll be back
Soooo. For various reasons recently I decided maybe that I should revive this blog. Tumblr is great and all it's still not conducive for a long entry. My last post on this space was like...in 2010. And it's awkward yet amazing, but mostly awkward to read what my thought process was like 2 years ago. Well, for obligations that I have to fulfill, this space will soon be filled with a couple more entries soon. Till then!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thanks
Firstly I want to say sorry to friends who have been concerned with how I'm doing. I guess I've worried some of you with my constant emo post and status updates. Thanks for all the text messages and tweets and fb comments/messages.
I would like to get through one day without pissing myself off with my own stupidity. Sometimes I just get so blur it's damn annoying and costing me good paying jobs in fact!
Sigh. I shall learn to see the glass half full. To end on a lighter note, I probably need this:
It's a cup that will only fill the top portion where it's half-full! It's from fredflare.com but I'm gonna try and find out whether it's being sold locally. Drink positively. (:
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I'm no good when I'm alone. Seriously hate it when Thursday and Friday rolls by cuz my roomie would have gone home and the room is really empty. I grew up sleeping in the same room as my sister(s). So I hate sleeping alone. I guess it's also the feeling of hall life. I'm one homesick kid.
No idea why I've been blogging so often. I guess the haircut made me more emotional so I feel the need the pen down my thoughts. On my recently-googled list:
No idea why I've been blogging so often. I guess the haircut made me more emotional so I feel the need the pen down my thoughts. On my recently-googled list:
How to make hair grow faster
How to lose weight
Is it safe to bathe after eating
Haha. The last one was due to someone saying that bathing straight after you eat was no good for digestion or something like that.
Anyway, funny/creepy story for today: During my Macro economics lecture, my lecturer told us that she found a quiz paper that didn't have a name on it and when she went back to check against the register, she realized that it didn't belong to anyone. There are 123 students in our module, but she received 124 quiz papers! And the unknown person actually scored 9/10. She asked the person to own up...but no one did. Everyone was either freaked out/amused/can't be bothered that this mystery would never be solved. Haha.
How to lose weight
Is it safe to bathe after eating
Haha. The last one was due to someone saying that bathing straight after you eat was no good for digestion or something like that.
Anyway, funny/creepy story for today: During my Macro economics lecture, my lecturer told us that she found a quiz paper that didn't have a name on it and when she went back to check against the register, she realized that it didn't belong to anyone. There are 123 students in our module, but she received 124 quiz papers! And the unknown person actually scored 9/10. She asked the person to own up...but no one did. Everyone was either freaked out/amused/can't be bothered that this mystery would never be solved. Haha.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Hairography
I had a haircut today! (Okay this picture is inaccurate cos i clipped it up at the back.) I hate it cos it's so much shorter now. It used to reach the middle of my back, pass my bra line (if you get what I mean) and now it can't even cover my boobs. Makes me feel nekkid. Haha. My hair almost reached the stage where I could go topless and pretend I'm a mermaid but still have enough hair to cover my boobs completely. Okay. Don't think I'm weird but I'm just saying. I succumbed to a haircut cos of those split ends! Okay I'm to blame too cos I'm not like Val who will vividly describe to the hairstylist what she wants. I merely said, "Trim and cut fringe shorter" and this is what I ended up with. Ah lian hairstylist = ah lian hairstyle. ): If I had known, I wouldn't want it to be so layered...and short! My sisters will have a field day making fun of me after they see me on the weekends. Sigh.
Okay besides the point. I'm in need of a job now. My $50-for-4-hours job got canceled. Jan told me this morning and I was so sad I went back to sleep. Actually I was sad partly cos I was looking forward to dressing up and putting on the new red lipstick I just bought. (We had to dress mafia-ish) Damnz. Any job lobang please feel free to comment over here thanks!
I have a project meeting in 10 minutes over at Hall 3 but my roomie's not back yet. And I just realized that I haven't completed my slides! Shall go do now. BYE!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Timeline.
I've wondered to myself countless times, "Which part of my life was the happiest?"
Secondary was an awkward part of life. The process of growing up, finding oneself. It helped that a decade of my life was spent in a convent school. One less thing to worry about: boy problems. It makes a hell load of difference really. Academics was manageable due to countless tuition sessions, something which I've grown to be very dependent on. And at this point of life, friends became the utmost important, family was put on hold. In school, I was too busy battling insecurities about being a skinny, bespectacled geek with braces, subjected to countless insensitive remarks that made me feel even more invisible next to friends who were getting out of their ugly-duckling stages. But drama helped me express myself, made me more outgoing. It became my outlet. When I was seperated from the ATTs when we went to different classes in Sec 3. I had to make new friends, and it was great cos my new class had the most awesome people that made days in school crazy fun. I never knew one of them would eventually turn against me.
In JC, many people told me that girl school girls turned crazy at the sight of boys. I'm sure I kept my cool though, having already 2 ex-boyfriends by the time I was in J1. It didn't change much in me. Well, some people didn't think so. I rediscovered contact lenses and found myself being more confident. I no longer hid behind a pair of thick prescription glasses. I went for school leadership camps, participated in an overseas exchange trip to Cambridge University. I was totally involved and made many new friends. That's when gossip started and even my closest JC friends from the same Sec school started acting weirdly around me. That's when I discovered the viciousness of the real world. Just because I clicked better with guys? JC was also where I gained a boyfriend at the expense of my friendship with my JC1 clique. Worth it? I would say yes. Who needs friends like these. Friends who acted differently towards me when I got retained. It didn't matter that I had to spend an extra year there anyway. I met better friends who gave me support in every way, emotionally, physically and spiritually. In a way, me retaining was a blessing in disguise, after all, I also made it to a local U.
I brought along a shield around me when I entered University. Till today, I've not trusted anyone fully, and truth be told, there are countless skeletons in my closet, bursting to reveal themselves. I've been betrayed so many times that I find it hard to totally be myself. I hate this feeling, like I'm constantly wearing a mask cos I'm afraid of what people will really think. People judge you, it's inevitable. I would say that the process of finding myself has become even harder now.
Which part of my life was the happiest? I think that part has yet to come.
edit: after doing this post, I've decided to clean out my Facebook friends list. I don't need fakeness in my life, and that includes fake friends whom you don't even talk to in real life.
Secondary was an awkward part of life. The process of growing up, finding oneself. It helped that a decade of my life was spent in a convent school. One less thing to worry about: boy problems. It makes a hell load of difference really. Academics was manageable due to countless tuition sessions, something which I've grown to be very dependent on. And at this point of life, friends became the utmost important, family was put on hold. In school, I was too busy battling insecurities about being a skinny, bespectacled geek with braces, subjected to countless insensitive remarks that made me feel even more invisible next to friends who were getting out of their ugly-duckling stages. But drama helped me express myself, made me more outgoing. It became my outlet. When I was seperated from the ATTs when we went to different classes in Sec 3. I had to make new friends, and it was great cos my new class had the most awesome people that made days in school crazy fun. I never knew one of them would eventually turn against me.
In JC, many people told me that girl school girls turned crazy at the sight of boys. I'm sure I kept my cool though, having already 2 ex-boyfriends by the time I was in J1. It didn't change much in me. Well, some people didn't think so. I rediscovered contact lenses and found myself being more confident. I no longer hid behind a pair of thick prescription glasses. I went for school leadership camps, participated in an overseas exchange trip to Cambridge University. I was totally involved and made many new friends. That's when gossip started and even my closest JC friends from the same Sec school started acting weirdly around me. That's when I discovered the viciousness of the real world. Just because I clicked better with guys? JC was also where I gained a boyfriend at the expense of my friendship with my JC1 clique. Worth it? I would say yes. Who needs friends like these. Friends who acted differently towards me when I got retained. It didn't matter that I had to spend an extra year there anyway. I met better friends who gave me support in every way, emotionally, physically and spiritually. In a way, me retaining was a blessing in disguise, after all, I also made it to a local U.
I brought along a shield around me when I entered University. Till today, I've not trusted anyone fully, and truth be told, there are countless skeletons in my closet, bursting to reveal themselves. I've been betrayed so many times that I find it hard to totally be myself. I hate this feeling, like I'm constantly wearing a mask cos I'm afraid of what people will really think. People judge you, it's inevitable. I would say that the process of finding myself has become even harder now.
Which part of my life was the happiest? I think that part has yet to come.
edit: after doing this post, I've decided to clean out my Facebook friends list. I don't need fakeness in my life, and that includes fake friends whom you don't even talk to in real life.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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