Ponder

       What is the point of gracing the throne with my butt, when I just get hungry again after? And the cycle goes on and on.

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so again

As usual, posting all my backdated updates a the same time results in said backdated posts posted as being created on the same day.

 

WHATEVER.

Updates:

         James Durbin trumps Adam Lambert anytime. Oh yes. I did not like Durbin on Idol, but his debut album is awesome. Could be better, but I still love its metal-pop feel. His falsetto voice isn’t as bland as Lambert’s, and has more range as well. One gets tired of the same yelling over and over again.

         Now, how about my favourite girl, Haley Reinhart and her powerful whiskey voice? Between Reinhart, Selena Gomez and Taylor Momsen, Haley triumphs. No news on her debut album yet though.

            James Durbin revived my love for rock music all over again. Well, I was waiting for The Veronicas’ new album, but Durbin surpassed expectations?

               Recently, on a karaoke session with my best friend, I discovered something. I don’t care about sounding good around her, I know she doesn’t care either. So I sing off-key, like a toad, and killed (in a bad way) every song I chose because I have no power in my voice. I didn’t care. My voice breaks and I don’t care a fart =P

              However, apart from causing internal bleeding with my sexay voice (syok sendiri can?), I learnt that if I cry, I sing better. Lol. Not cry literally, but I can sing in a crying voice, and I actually sound awesome. Bring on the rock emo songs!!

            Two renditions of mine that I loved was Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis and Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance. Yes, I have a very deep singing voice (because I suck at singing otherwise can?). So what? I may look fragile and poo but I don’t sound it okay! I’m secretly a man. I was born in the wrong body okay!

            Speak of man, it seems that lately, I have been packing on muscles in my forearms. Not huge like the MMA women, but toned and fit. I can flex for ya to see? Must be the housework. I tell you. Damn sad case. The butt cannot grow wan isit! Grow butt, GROW!! Grrr

            Ahhh. Now I remember WHY I favoured long jeans over shorts. EDWARD CULLENS. Why me? Really? Why me? Dancing with Edward sucks.

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Handsy

             Yulrgh. Hands. Brings back memories of Vainpot. *shivers in ew*

         Anyway, I realize that I sometimes talk, with accompanying hand gestures or body movement. Its natural and unthinking and unconscious.

          I do not know exactly what triggers these movements, but I know for sure that when I am stressed, or angry, I become completely unmoving. I also minimize speech to a bare minimum, and gestures are totally gone.

            I suppose when I’m in a negative mood, I become cold and unfeeling to calm down. I guess it backfires in a way, because it still shows that I’m pissed. Hah!

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UPDATE: Best Friend’s Wedding

       Just got home from my best friend’s wedding. The bride looks so beautiful

         The head of the bridesmaids is Bride’s (Yes, my alias for my best gurffren now =P) elder sister, Rainie – and I can see why. Rainie is closest to Bride – No, I’m not jealous, I feel happy that Bride has her best friend(s) so close to her, right in her own family. =)

          Bride picked us – Jou and mua – and we headed to her place. We had buffet for dinner there, and Rainie briefed us on the games the bridesmaids – or chee mui(s) a.k.a pet sisters – would force the groom’s heng tais’ aka groom’s best friends to play.

           By the way, one of the bridesmaids is a guy. Yes, a GUY. He is one of Bride’s besties since forever as well. =D

         On to the groom. This wedding us the first time I have officially spoken to him. Groom looks a darn lot younger than his age (Should I say? Nah. =P). He has a boyish charm to him (OK, cue PS 3 gaming. Seriously. IMHO, guys who game are kinda young at heart as well. =) ), and, looks like a genuinely nice guy.

          In the 3 days I knew him, he has never shown any temper. (Well, to balance out the Bride whose temper flies at the drop of a pin…. Of which dissipates as quickly as it comes =P) He looks like a simple guy and cheerful guy. Not a drinker, loves karaoke, not a worry wart. Has the good qualities of a typical boyish guy.

        Somehow, I get the boyish guys who try to act grown-up. Oh please. Be yourself, not a hypocrite….

         Did I mention? I ruined the blessed couple’s first wedded night together?

         It wasn’t intentional, nor did the couple mind at all. Jou and I overnighted at the groom’s place, so us 3 girls including the Bride huddled together in the groom’s bedroom, while the groom slept in his brother’s. The couple aren’t really traditional people, so it was all good and fine.

PC: Aren’t we spoiling your wedding night?
Bride: You know then good la

            =P Sorry =P

            I looked like crap when my photos were taken, but whatever, I don’t care anyhow. As long its my face in there with the most beautiful girl in the world that day/night, its fine with me. Though she might crop out my Frankenstein face…

         The only thing I kicked myself for is the inability to speak in dialect.

         There was this one bridesmaid (who was there as a courtesy, not that she was a bestie…) who cheated in the colour she was supposed to wear. Bridesmaids were to wear a certain of dark blue (Ohoh, mine was the EXACT, CORRECT, SPOT-ON *damn bangga* shade of blue!!! SCORE!!!! 100% accuracy!) and that bridesmaid wore PURPLE.

          I yelled that she was a cheater. Hey, what? She is a cheater! Does she think Bride is colour-blind?? Its a deep indigo purple and the girl said its a different shade of blue.

         Bride told me in confidence later that she had actually pre-approved of a blue dress the girl had on before, and told her to wear it for the wedding. Attitude problem isit that breadstick!

          Apparently, yes, the bread does have attitude problems, but she was the bridesmaid because she’s the girlfriend of the groom’s best friend. Oh well.

         Bride wore 3 costumes for the official wedding lunch. All her costumes showcased her giantantic assets (You know, one of those born Marilyn Monroes with super curves and the tiniest waists) no matter how she tried to pull up her dress. Lol.

        All her dresses were very pretty (You know, good taste =P), but her final dress was the best, in my opinion. Bride wore a Korean traditional costume – navy blue billowing skirt, and white top. So unique and so pretty and cute at the same time *melts*.

         I don’t have any photos to do this post justice, but I suppose it will be posted on FB soon enough.

          Will add more when I upload this to the server.

         BTW, if I ever get married, I’d play rock or accoustic love songs. I’d get a live band to play. This paragraph was inspired by Sixx:A.M.’s Smile, off their new album This Is Gonna Hurt.

        And if I die, I’d request for the band’s songs: Goodbye My Friends and Life is Beautiful. What the hell right, planning for my funeral? But the end of the world is soon, at least I could play some awesome music before we all die…. =P

        Well, I’m telling you, my wedding and funeral would not be conventional, this I promise myself. My groom (In my dreams) would be handsome in all black, and I in all white. Granted, I don’t have big boobs, but I’d like to wear a backless gown. And for the change of clothes, I’d like a dark, royal purple gown.

        As for my funeral… Hmm. I’d only attended Chinese ones, and they are a noisy affair. Ugh. I’d prefer a quiet, formal one, just like those for Christians. Simple and clean. No chanting and clanging.

           OK, back to unpacking my stuff.

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The Differences

            There are crushes, and there is something known as interest. Crushes come and go, they generate feelings that bubble at the surface; and then there is a “knowing”. A gut feeling that this is the one. The latter doesn’t show, but there’s a deep pull, a hidden yearning.

         The yearning in turn generates thoughts and possible future sequences, as well as a renewed look at hindsight memories, in a quest for reasons how and why it is meant to be.

        Its a funny thing, this hidden yearning. It comes and goes, doesn’t affect my life, but I know its there. I forget to be myself, yet I bare myself at the worse moments.

         Let the time pass, let the butterflys come by, in hopes the prettiest monarch would come to settle.

          Sigh. So many butterflies, yet no all elusive monarch. I watch as slingers pick their guns; and young men come undone; and two of a kinds come together; in the meantime, I while away living it up – in wait for the twin to her yearning.

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            Screw it, my articulation is getting worse. New possible resolution to add: Read the thesaurus! Learn 2 or 3 new words a day =)

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The Ones

          Not talking about the ultimate evildoer questing for world domination, nor Neo of the Matrix (honestly, although I liked the concept of the movies, I found it draggy…. ). Nor am I referring to significant other halfs. Not your girlfriend or boyfriend.

          I meant, your best friend. You know, the one who knows all your crap and still stands up for you. The one who you have known since forever. The one whom you have a connection so true, there is no need for general courtesy to maintain that bond. The one who cares for you no matter what shit you get into. The mom you wished you had. The sister you always wanted. The brother from a different mother. The twin you met again.

            The one with whom you share truths you’ve both never told anyone else. The one you trust to keep their mouths shut. The one who gets pissed off when you spill and just as quickly, forgives you.

         The one who doesn’t laugh at you, but with you. Shares your ups and downs. The one whom you don’t feel the need to tell everything about your day, but the one who has the patience to listen (and actually pay attention and comprehend, unlike yours truly…. Hey, blame it on my short attention span problem alright! >.           Now that I’ve got the polite niceties out of the way, the reason I begun this post, was to state my observation on the Ones.

          Oh don’t lie. Don’t tell me all your friends are equal and are all your best friends. Be honest. There’s the tight-knit group you refer to as your brothers, your sisters. And then there’s one you call your old friend, the childhood best friend, who somehow lasted til today. Both are special in their own ways, and I don’t treat them any differently. I love them both in all their unique charm.

          Now, in most besties that I’ve seen, there is bound to be the pretty one, and the toad. Or the brains, and the brawn. Or the outrageous one, and the shy one. Or the fat one, and the lean one. You know what I mean, total opposites of each other.

          Take me for instance. I am unable to speak a single Chinese dialect without stuttering, or sounding like a friggin foreigner; while my girl friend (also my adoptive mom) is able to speak several tongues at ease.

           Oh and did I mention? She’s engaged to be married this weekend, and I’m…..

               Single. Not jealous. Not raging. Not jealousssssss.

               She also has Pantene perfect hair that grows a mile a month and mine is frizzy and retarded. She has killer curves and I have…. Uhm. Muscles. Yes, muscles.

          OK, so I lie. She’s the one with the killer curves as well as the build of an MMA chick. I’m the one who attempted to pick up muay thai, she’s the one with the painful punch. Yipes.

           Fine la she’s physically perfect, the total opposite of me. I’m a bag of bones with natural polka dots on my legs.

         Not jealoussssssssssss. Really. Not. Jealous.

          When we go for karaoke, she sings classic canto songs, while I sing English rock songs. But we don’t care and we just laugh together about it.

         Ah.

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QUIZZES – malas nak upload real updates

Some fun personality quizzes – I’m just that in love with myself! =D

You Think Fun is Sweet

You are spontaneous and free-wheeling. You refuse to play by the rules, even if they’re your own rules. You’re a little irresponsible, but your charm makes up for it (in most cases). - Oh boy, so true LOL   You are adventurous and daring. You’re dying to take risks every day. You see life as your one chance to experience everything, and you just go for it! Oooooooo Yeah! But on the safe side! =P

The Sugar Test

Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding

You Crave Comfort

You value harmony above all else. You like to have as calm as a life as possible. You tend to be quite reserved.- yes, this is true, as much as I try otherwise.. You prefer to be around those you know best. - Yeah! You are very focused on what people need and want.- I think its called intuition? You are a good friend to all. You don’t try to conform, but you don’t find a need to shake things up too much. You’re happy with what you’ve got.

The Craving Test

Blogthings: 100′s of Fun, Free Quizzes and 3 Stupid Ones

 

You Think Love Should Be Exciting

You’re not sure if it’s love unless you’re thrilled to see your sweetie every single day. When you fall in love, you get totally swept off your feet. You can’t think about anything else. You tend to have crushes on charming, magnetic types.- and then for some reason, I keep attracting the creeps. Hot guys nevermind, but creeps? ALL THE TIME? ANYWHERE I GO? MUST BE BAD KARMA LA You love to flirt. – if the chemistry’s right, why not! (READ: Like never…….. =( ) People are attracted to you because you keep them on their toes.- I’d rather keep the right guy on his toes =P You are delightfully high energy. - I know right? Hyperactive like a monkey! (That’s what my sister and my mom says T______________T)

The First Date Movie Test

Blogthings: Quizzes and Tests and Memes, Oh My!

You Are the Philosopher

You are good at drawing out truths in conversation, however painful they may be. – cuz I’m pro =P You understand both the meaningfulness and meaninglessness of life. You don’t have any illusions. - this is true. However, I’m not jaded. Because I’m only 18. Serious. =P You always think before you talk.- Most of the time… But with some people, I just… vomit. No thinking. Mainly, people I trust, and that’s not a lot! =D You consider your words carefully. Although you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you.- yes, weirdos are drawn to me, yes? You have a natural magnetism. – OH NO MORE WEIRDOS PLEASEEEE

What’s Your Personality Archetype?

Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.

Your Love Style is Independent

Fiercely independent, you are unapologetically unconventional in relationships. — hmmmmm heehehehehe hahahahahaha You need your space. — yes I actually have to study You are attracted to the quirky people of all kinds. — its a nice way of saying weird =D You love to celebrate differences. — Yes! Its awesome and fun! You aren’t too hung up on what love should be like. — yes yes You know that each love is different and evolving. You are open to falling for almost anyone, and you don’t have a set type. — I don’t? Er yeah, I don’t, but somehow… Ugh! You can find many things sexy. — I suppose being weird is the reason

What’s Your Romance Style?

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UPDATE

        Hah. Even my pet chimpanzee knows. But whatever. If there’s one thing I found out about my chimp, he is a vainpot. An extremely vain, and kiamsiap one. Grrr.

        Shopping with ze pet is like shopping with a girl.

         Le sigh.

          One thing. I can not stand bad breath, especially the type that comes from the guts. You know what I mean. The ones who are drink or smoke heavily, or those who don’t drink enough water.

         Gag.

           Another thing. That upper wisdom tooth has gotta go. But after my birthday. I’ll make an appointment soon for January.

           Another thing. I bought myself some early birthday presents. Nope, didn’t do my hair. Nope, didn’t buy my external hard drive. Nope, nothing remarkably special or such.

         Just two black tops from my favourite boutique: Kitschen! They actually stock my size, so I’m happy ^^ Their clothes are also nicely cut, and flattering to my not-flattering figure. Manly tank tops to show off my muscles! *Yea muscles in my dreams *

             Ohhh. My favourite female rock singer of the moment has gotta be Automatic Loveletter.

             Okay, so its not a band per se, and the singer of that band is Juliet. Caught one of her videos – and wow. She sure looks older than her face on her album and voice. Looked like a young version of Courtney Love, blatant sexuality on a druggie’s stick figure.

          Which is kinda like the blond twin of The Veronicas. You know, if I had boobs like the twins, I might consider that. Harharhar.

           But I don’t, you see. =(

           Another thing. I am pretty…. Stuck. I have become so reliant on the internet, that a few days off not being able to online actually costed me.

          And now time is quickly running out, and I’ve got to thicken my skin (AGAIN, and again and again) to find a way to go for a job briefing.

          Yes, I know how to take the bus to go, but I’ve been badly burnt. I waited nearly 3 hours for two buses that only came at the opposite direction.

           As a result, I had to forfeit that job, and worse of all, disappoint my friend who actually gave me the opportunity immediately.

          Its not the money at stake, but trust.

           So as public transportation is out of the question, I have to ask around for someone who is also going for the briefing to pick me up.

          Problem is, the few people I do know, live out of the way to pick me up. The ONLY person who isn’t, is probably not working.

              Sigh. But I need the money. Its a lot. Well, better than nothing.

            And I have another problem. Problem after problems. Blah. Forget them for now, heading to class.

          

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Colours

           I’m going to explain why, the following colours are my favourite, and preferred colours.

         Black is my favourite colour. It represents the darkness, the void I feel. It is a strong colour to wear, and bold enough to contrast with just any other colour. Black is the colour of utmost strength, something I wish to embody in myself.

            White. I used to like it, but somehow, I don’t like it so much. White represents all that is pure and good, and was why I loved it. I fell in love with what I didn’t have – but realized that it is not innocence or purity that I want, but everything in between. I learnt that no one is completely kind or nice or good, but a little of everything.

          Grey, then, is my favourite colour, for the reason stated above. However, for some reason, I cannot wear gray as eyeshadow. Ages me. Bleh.

         I dislike the colour red. Simply because it represents, to me, a colour that reminds me of someone I do NOT want to emulate. Simple as that.

           Purple. A colour signifying royalty and power, as well as mystery. Ooooh. A favourite of mine before I liked the colour black. I melt over purple clothes and eyeshadow. Though overuse of the latter would result in the “bruised eye” effect. Really not nice, and required lots of practice to make it perfect.

          Green. Dark lime green is my favourite. Green signifies youth and freshness, and vitality. Thats me, the evergreen juvenile. Wait, juvenile? Is that why I keep attracting monkeys and donkeys and children? Hrmmmm.

          Altogether, these colours represent me. Let me take a wild guess about what they mean about my personality. (Self-indulgent much? Yes, so what? Self-love is awesome =D )

              Black and white, to me, represents transparency. Like writing on paper, it is evidence. Thats me. Transparent like nobody’s business. I’d like to think that I have an excellent poker face, but fling me into the grasps of persons I trust – boy that poker face unravels.

          Of course, when required, I can pull on that poker face very well. Is that how I keep winning at poker? (But I think, its just my insane streak of luck. I keep getting aces and 21s. No idea how and why. Ok, the only reason I can pin down is that whenever I use my own money to play, I keep beating the table. No one likes to raise against me because, well. Insane streak of luck. I don’t gamble much, only during new year, and I don’t know the skills or tricks to win. I just get winning cards at the first draw, like, all the time.

        Therefore, despite me not wanting to be the jongker, I was “forced” to be one, in the hopes that I lose out for once and everyone gets their winnings back. Not.

        Lady Luck is an evil person (I’m her darling though =P). When I “chong”, she lets me lose just the one or two times when everyone places a very tiny bet out of cautiousness, but deals me winning cards when they raise their bets in confidence. So in the end, they go “Just open your cards Poh Ching.” in defeat, or refuse to let me chong anymore. Spoilsport =P)

          Oh my, deviated much??

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           I just love whiskey voices. Not those adult sounding ones that sound all wise and grand, but those like are young and fresh. Like that of Automatic Loveletter, The Pretty Reckless, Selena Gomez, and also that of the recently eliminated X Factor contestant, Drew; as well as Haley Reinhart from American Idol (still waiting for her glorious album!)

          I also discovered a new like, country music. Not Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood or such. Those are more like a diluted mix of country, rock and pop. All I hear is the rasp rasp rasp of all the instruments together, more noise than any intelligent form of music.

        I love to be able to hear the difference between every instrument, not a clashing of them all at the same time. Get what I mean? Therefore, I also love accoustic versions of my favourite songs. I believe, that a good song, rock or pop or whatever, would sound just as good when stripped to its core tune. Don’t you agree? =)

           Lately, I’ve moved on from KPop, back to my old loves – Rock and Trance.

            I’m fussy about the music I listen to, and here’s an inkling of artists that I currently listen to, beginning with them rockers =P

1. Automatic Loveletter
2. The Pretty Reckless
3. James Durbin
4. The Veronicas
5. David Garrett (He doesn’t sing, but he plays rock on violin, and that is so hot =P )
6. Dierks Bentley
7. Paramore
8. Seether’s “Careless Whisper”. I just wanna die when I listen to this band’s version of George Micheal’s classic.

       There are probably more, but those are what I can pull off my head right now.

        On to those outside the rock genre, but still takes me away when I hear them. Though, for trance – I am very fussy about the particular songs. Not all trance music can take me away.. Some lull me to sleep, some keep me awake to concentrate on something else (Ehem, like studying.), and some just grates on my nerves.

         The following are some DJs I like, as well as some artists who don’t do pure trance, but infuse their songs with some as part of a whole.

1. Armin van Buuren
2. Tiesto (I’m still looking for one of his older works, the one that really made me fall in love with this genre. Damn can’t remember the title =( )
3. Above & Beyond
4. Paul van Dyk (Prefer his older works though)
5. Nicole Scherzinger
6. Enrique Iglesias (Only his select few songs)
7. David Guetta
8. Nadia Ali (Her exotic voice is so sexy, although I’m not a fan of all her works, she has a few songs that stand out.)
9. Rihanna
10. BENI’s “crazy girl”. Makes me wana get up and dance. Dance dance dance like no one’s around, dance like its only Taylor Lautner in the room…. Uhm okay. Forget what I said about Taylor Lautner.

          Again, there’s probably more but, on to the next genre: Accoustics!

1. Delirium
2. Paramore (Awesome accoustics, this rock band. I love their stripped down music than their usual crash-banging stuff.)
3. Florence and the Machine
4. The Pierces (Their brand of music is simply unique. The way they sing, reminds me of witches. Witches singing in that mysterious semi-chanting way they do.)

                OK, thats it for my current loves.

            On to my updates, yes? Classes fall in place with certainty, at last. And I discovered that kiasu students do have their good side (Uhm, other than being kiasu..). Say kiasu, two guys come to mind.

              Uhm, considering that they are law students, I shall refrain from mentioning their names, or even give them an alias (Defamation lawsuit, heck no. I skipped that topis for the exams…. Shhhhh =P).

          Kiasu people (See, I’m referring to kiasu people in general here *hint hint wink wink* Emphasis on “general”.) do not share their notes nor knowledge, and does not believe in sharing is caring (because kiasuness restricts one from caring for another other than themselves =P).

        However, sometimes too much self-care results in abundance of spare notes. This abundance is easily discarded to noob and lazy (I prefer to call myself economically efficent, but I think economists everywhere would cringe) students such as I.

         So thanks for that spare set of notes, very much appreciated. Even though its your garbage, its valuable treasure to me. How valuable? Apparently there wasn’t enough copies handed out when it was erm, handed out (I think I skipped that class….. Hmm hmm), so I consider myself super lucky, yay me!

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          A shitty update. For the first time, I FFK’ed work. I hate to do it, but I hate myself more for disappointed the person who gave me the job: a friend of mine. It was a last minute decision after waiting for my driver for nearly 3 hours. 3 goddamned HOURS. I’m so pissed, I can’t even bear elaborating.

          Fish cake maggots macaronis bananas jellybeans. If you know me, spouting random food items means I’m pissed beyond words. No I don’t eat maggots but I’ll stuff them up the drivers’ butts.

          I am going to pick up driving again. ASAP. I apologize in advance for any future damage to the cars.

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