Wow, seems like blogs are more or less obsolete now.
My last post was in.... July? :/
I have noticed, however, more and more fashion blogs popping up! With divas and princess-y rich people who buy products every other day from famous brands, try them out and write reviews, whether they recommend it and why. Whenever I read such blogs I am always consumed with a green cloud of envy and feel like beating them up-almost! In my mind- (blast you, you rich beings who do not have to suffer like we commoners do! You must look down on us bourgeoise with such pathos!)
On an entirely random note, I recently discovered the adjective of pathos is pathetic. I wouldn't have known they had the same root word. ._.
And I have to do my ELL homework!
Oh wheeee.
*attention span shortens so drastically I cannot bring myself to continue)
Phineas and Ferb are on at 7pm!
I love that show.
Wondering when you'll come back from Thailand. I want my Tom Yum chips.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Dentist of Doom
Hey guys!
Guess WHAT,
I went for my dental appointment yesterday because my teeth have been feeling sensitive of late.
So apparently I have some mutant virus that ate up part of my teeth, but it has been drilled out (yes, seriously, with a teensy drill) and filled up with some sour powdery thingy (I was expecting a filling)
So no more sweets- at least, not so much sweets- for the time being and I should be okay.
But I have to admit I cried halfway, and that I grabbed on to the dentist's hand and wouldn't let go, like a *whisper* ....baby. Ashamed.
I really pray I'm not going back for checkup anytime soon.
Guess WHAT,
I went for my dental appointment yesterday because my teeth have been feeling sensitive of late.
So apparently I have some mutant virus that ate up part of my teeth, but it has been drilled out (yes, seriously, with a teensy drill) and filled up with some sour powdery thingy (I was expecting a filling)
So no more sweets- at least, not so much sweets- for the time being and I should be okay.
But I have to admit I cried halfway, and that I grabbed on to the dentist's hand and wouldn't let go, like a *whisper* ....baby. Ashamed.
I really pray I'm not going back for checkup anytime soon.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Superficiality
Oh my gosh Blogger's got itself a new layout!! (prime example of personification lol)
At first I was like, Oh WOW how do I use this but now I realise they've configured it to be something similar to the mobile version o_O Pretty slick and confusing for the IT-noob that I am, but I think I'll survive.
You know, I have recently discovered that keeping a picture diary is tons better- albeit easier- than keeping a blog. Now I understand the joy that people get when they use Tumblr. However, the drug of my choice is Pinterest, and I confess I am thoroughly addicted. Any picture I see, humourous, cute, quirky or just plain sad quotes about life and love- they are all shipped to my virtual pinboard. The best part is, you can easily sort out all the 'pins' you have into neat little categories and people can access your photos and 'repin' them if they like your pins. Okay, this doesn't sound that cool up here but trust me, you'll love it. No, this isn't a sleazy advertisement to get you to buy stuff. Absolutely FREE!!
The Singaporean side of you must be raring to go sign up now. What? Of course you must sign up! Yes, go now.
You can access my profile. I don't think it's private or anything. But I must warn you, you might find me terribly superficial and materialistic (and my profile picture is the epitome of unglamness). Don't get me wrong, the only reason I post so much material possessions is simply because I can't get them and can only satisfy my cravings for all such junk online. Thou shalt not lust over what you have, but what others have - perfect to describe every person on the universe living in comfy homes and clothes and wearable shoes.
Case in point,
What did I tell you? Oh, but I <3 such superficiality. Don't tell me you don't, now. Of course you do.
At first I was like, Oh WOW how do I use this but now I realise they've configured it to be something similar to the mobile version o_O Pretty slick and confusing for the IT-noob that I am, but I think I'll survive.
You know, I have recently discovered that keeping a picture diary is tons better- albeit easier- than keeping a blog. Now I understand the joy that people get when they use Tumblr. However, the drug of my choice is Pinterest, and I confess I am thoroughly addicted. Any picture I see, humourous, cute, quirky or just plain sad quotes about life and love- they are all shipped to my virtual pinboard. The best part is, you can easily sort out all the 'pins' you have into neat little categories and people can access your photos and 'repin' them if they like your pins. Okay, this doesn't sound that cool up here but trust me, you'll love it. No, this isn't a sleazy advertisement to get you to buy stuff. Absolutely FREE!!
The Singaporean side of you must be raring to go sign up now. What? Of course you must sign up! Yes, go now.
You can access my profile. I don't think it's private or anything. But I must warn you, you might find me terribly superficial and materialistic (and my profile picture is the epitome of unglamness). Don't get me wrong, the only reason I post so much material possessions is simply because I can't get them and can only satisfy my cravings for all such junk online. Thou shalt not lust over what you have, but what others have - perfect to describe every person on the universe living in comfy homes and clothes and wearable shoes.
Case in point,
What did I tell you? Oh, but I <3 such superficiality. Don't tell me you don't, now. Of course you do.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
DON'T COMPLAIN
I feel very dejected lately.
FACEBOOK TIME? NO MORE. IT BECOMES GOING ON FACEBOOK TO CHECK FOR HOMEWORK REMINDERS TIME.
Maybe it is the endless piles of homework and projects and tests (especially GP ohnoohnoohno :((( )
Maybe it is the pimple outbreak I'm getting.
Maybe it is the B for shuttlerun that ruined by chain of As for NAPFA.
Maybe it is the fifty bucks that I was cheated out of for a top.
Maybe it is the fact that I am getting old and nothing is covered in a cloud of fairy dust anymore...
Yeah, that's it.
I feel so old.
But scarcely mature.
When I saw all the things adults have to contend with (math project research), I nevereverever want to grow up. Everyone keeps saying that the period of life where you're studying is the best part of your life, no matter all the homework, tests, gripes, backstabbing, heartbreaks, distractions and failures. I have to agree. Though I want to grow up and get a villa with a swimming pool and have two kids, lots of cats and a dog, and an infinite number of hamsters. And a pet terrapin that will poop in my swimming pool and drown eventually if I don't rescue it from the deep waters. And fishes. Fishes in my swimming pool :D So I can snorkel.
But I digress.
You know, when I was at Quirky Quills last month, there was this Sec 1 who wrote an awesome short story. And when asked if she still writes, she said, "Not very often now... because I have a lot of homework, you know."
And I was like, "BI*CH YOU KNOW NOTHING" . But I said that in my head so no one heard but me.
A LOT OF HOMEWORK??!! HOMEWORK, WHAT HOMEWORK?? WAIT TILL YOU GET TO JC 1, YOU'LL BE WORKING YOUR BUTT OFF AND YOU'LL NEVER GET IT BACK TILL A LEVELS ARE OVER.
YOUR HOLIDAYS WILL BE SPENT DOING ESSAY OUTLINES. (if you get Ms Constance Tan, like I did)
YOUR SLEEPING TIME WILL BE NON-EXISTENT.
YOUR MICROSOFT WORD WILL BE USED EVERY DAY.
YOUR MATH TUTORIALS WILL BE PAINFUL AND NEVERENDING.
YOUR GP TESTS WILL COME EVERY WEEK, AND TWICE A WEEK IF SHE (see above) WANTS IT.
YOU SPEND TEN DOLLARS A WEEK ON PRINTING NOTES.
YOU START TO SPEND MORE TIME IN THE LIBRARY THAN ANYWHERE ELSE.
YOU DON'T GET A CLASSROOM TO SLACK IN.
TEACHERS WARN YOU THIS IS JUST 'THE BEGINNING'.
If my fellow JC 1 students can think of any more, please tell me.
*still agitated*
Saturday, February 18, 2012
I am Eve. Hear me ROAR.
I am the opposite of Adam,
Straddled with the burden of my name.
Just as my predecessor doomed the all of Mankind, I bring ill luck and leave a trail of destruction in my wake.
I am the womb of humanity and the foot that tramples upon it.
I pride myself as a temptress, but to tell the truth, I am just weak.
Too weak to do anything but conform to society's expectation of me.
Too humble to claim any of my efforts.
Too meek to retaliate when Adams scorn my fate.
What sayest you?
Hath you no shame to look upon the barren of my name?
...No matter, for-
I am Woman.
I am Eve.
Straddled with the burden of my name.
Just as my predecessor doomed the all of Mankind, I bring ill luck and leave a trail of destruction in my wake.
I am the womb of humanity and the foot that tramples upon it.
I pride myself as a temptress, but to tell the truth, I am just weak.
Too weak to do anything but conform to society's expectation of me.
Too humble to claim any of my efforts.
Too meek to retaliate when Adams scorn my fate.
What sayest you?
Hath you no shame to look upon the barren of my name?
...No matter, for-
I am Woman.
I am Eve.
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