Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Curious how it couldn't care if
I just met you,
Across the table
It didn't matter that
One of us was taken
It wasn't about whether
I knew you,
Because i wanted to get to know you
The law of attraction has no explanation
for the most natural things usually don't.
It just needs
a somewhere and a sometime.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Warming up at Terrace Bar. A male cigarette rover team, first we've ever seen, hit us up so the girls showed some love! Sabrina looks pretty happy with her nicotine.
What a smart thing to have on ladies night ;)
Yes, that's how i drink. Can't drink like a man and wanna hate on me? Suck it. Can't drink don't. Throwing up on people is disgraceful, especially for ladies.
Jennifer won some..thing. LOL. Totally forgot what it was. Competition..thing. Hehe. Congrats babe and you totally rocked the DJ console!
Pass the Champers please. Jen got a complimentary bottle *pop*. Shots, liqour complimentary too i guess ;p
Somehow girls always end up in miniature crop circles in people fields. Look all u want but don't bother talking to us. Clubs aren't the places one meets people they intend to take seriously.
Lickedy split. Missed u lippy girl :)
Jen the savior to Joannabelles wardrobe malfunction. Though it isn't the tops fault it can't keep those double D's in check ;P Niahaha
Meonne! Heard u got dengue from Daren. Take care babe!! We will have a I-totally-fcked-dengues-ass night out when u are done totally fckin dengues ass :) Get well soon!
Dizzy up em girls. Who needs boys to have a good time. Though i am the only single person here, it was totally awesome 4play night with u leggys ;)
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Having great friends has made the new single-ness a lil easier and I'm really lucky for that.
I am feeling better i.e sober-er and will be posting up a long stream of pictures and recent epiphanies starting tmr.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
and there are the ones who say,'I'll do better for you'
Also, instead of asking you not to cry
they do whatever it takes to stop you from crying.
You can't make someone be the person who never gives up on you.
They have to want to be.
And since u can't its best for the both of us that your gone.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Anyhow, been looking for shoes the last 3 times I've been shopping and finally today at Garden's I found the perfect totsie yumyums!
Sneakers are a bore for foot fetish-ers like me. Since i can't get the Puma Pump Sneakers by Sergio Rossi in Malaysia guess i'll have to settle for these funky sneaker heels from Brera. Adore the thick curved heel. Will change the lace to big bright bows soonish!
Anyhows, I'm still looking for a nice camel colored pair. Till then gonna keep myself busy with these lovelies. Hope everyone abused the Raya Sales as much as me! :)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Ok, I admit I have been listening to her online before she even gained radio popularity (Closet country music liker, i know, its kinda like listening to Britney Spears, fun yet kinda embarrassing to admit coz my fav band of ALL time is Third Eye Blind). 'Picture to burn' and 'Our song' we're cute, cheeky-ish songs but what really made her commercially, in Malaysia at least, would be the string of songs that came after.
And i quote a few of the lines in her songs below:
Teardrops on my guitar
"I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without"
(Note: Blonde Hair/Blue eyes)
You belong with me (Video of the Year)
"She wears high heels, I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time"
(Here shes rocking the fake geek look)
Don't follow? The secret to her success is that she is a super hot skinny blonde singing 'ugly' (Official statement is i said 'Regular') girl songs. Because regardless of how charming the songs are, nobody would give your parrot half a cracker if someone unattractive sang it. Yes, you boo me and say talent is important. And don't get me wrong, i like actual talent and as proof half my ipod artists don't have pictures on them. A good in between would be like Michelle Branch or something but she didn't win a VMA ya.
But there are pretty good looking singers (on a rapper scale) coming up with cocky morale boosting hits like 'Good Life' and touching the sky *cough*cough*kanye*. Or a couple other rappers for that matter who didn't get a whole South Park episode dedicated to showing them what a prick they really are.
click here for Kanyes personal comments on South Park dissing him
So Taylor Swift being gorgeous and blonde and singing bout all the guys she could only dream for comes off as sweetly modest and we all can secretly indulge in the lil emo girl inside us that wasn't a cheerleader her entire life. (No I will not insert picture of me with ex pom poms and pleated skirt here)
And on a completely honest note, admit it. We all find Beyonce's Single Ladies a lot more captivating as a whole. I do think Taylors Swifts music is great thought, but the video that won left a lot lacking for me and my low-tv-multi-tasking attention span. So with this i gotta agree with Kanye but not on how he expressed it.
Kanye didn't interrupt me yay!
But check these Meme pics i got from SxePhil on Phillydtv.
..a lil too soon ya but hey :p
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
You highlight what cannot be changed
The other party acknowledges it
Then you sit and discuss each others views.
No fighting needed.
You sit together and let it sink in.
Then you help one party pack.
Make sure they have what they need to survive the next month.
Then you walk them to the lift
And kiss them goodbye.
Crying throughout is optional
Sucks to act like grown ups when all you wanna do is scream, cry, throw things and find a reason to be mad but i know there is none.
Guys come and go.
They are expendable.
But i just lost my best friend...
Monday, July 13, 2009
Its very rare I'm alone with my father. So as i stared at the rear view mirror at his reflection it dawns on me how much younger i remember him. The wrinkles around his eyes don't ever seem to store itself in my permanent memory. Nor does his graying hairs. Suppose its the same way he sees me. Awkward, flat chested and forever 6 or 7, the age of daddy's girls. Sometimes he stares at me and when i catch him looking he says hes forgotten what i look like. Just the way i do. Enjoying the silence, I sat in the car listening to the hum of the air con while he flipped through the papers as my mom was out running an errand after our lunch. He stared at me and asks the only thing he ever asks about my boyfriends which he eventually chooses to acknowledge.
"So, your friend staying with you, is he kind?"
I look away from his reflection for a moment. That's his way of asking me if my bf has a bad temper. I tell my father that my current live in boyfriend is really smart.
He looks at me as if he knows exactly what i mean and how much that hurts him.
Then as if we never talked, he goes back to reading the newspaper.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
11 months working the bar at Raw to comfortably self support through college..
10 months since the psych pumped me up with so much meds i forgot my name.
Borderline personality what?
9 months since i stood at the doorsteps of the love box with the last of my things in a big blue suitcase.
8 months since i got my own studio that costs more than fresh grads will earn in Msia.
7 months since i turned the big 2-0 in Singapore and spent new years breaking down in Bali.
6 months on my RM800 a month Herbalife supplements and a size 22.5 waist again,
5 months of liberation from coffee slavery.
4 months out of a LDR* with a verbally abusive SGP Porsche race car driver,
3 months dating my very very protective best friend who's married to advertising. Which works 4 both of us.
2 months since last voice-hearing-color-changing-breakdown and dropping out of HELP ADP.
1 month back into modeling to pay next month shopping bills.
*Long distance relationship
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
I'm not really complaining. I'm financially independent and live a pretty good life. But there is a problem with quick and considerably easy money banked in by superficial means. It recently dawned upon me upon meeting up with old high school buds who have graduated in something. Yes, they are doing shitty internships earning the equivalent of what i spend on shoes in a month (Don't be mad Wilson, U have a degree! That doesn't fade with time bud!) However, they work for money. And when i truly think about it, I don't. Not really. Or i don't feel i do. So how do you go from getting paid to do what is essentially to exist to getting educated and being paid to sit behind a desk from 9-5 to pay off the loans that education afforded you? Bum deal, no?
Just a thought. I gotta get the list of colleges i want to apply for stream lined quick. That and SAT dates. Work :(
To end this post, here's pictures from the Z4 soft launch I did with Alison Tay early in June@BMW Cyberjaya.
Always loved the Z series. Very chick. And for someone who's considerably unenthusiastic about fast exy rides who has been around plenty (let me not under stress it) Plenty of luxury cars, who also does not have a license, a Z series would be my dream car :) Probably be a Z10 by the time i can afford it but hey, depreciating assets are things that can wait.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Like most people, cussing comes to me quite unconsciously. However, a distant memory of an occasion i went on a date with a divorcee and he dragged his kid along, i realized how people can compartmentalize their potty vocabulary. Unlike my father he not only has a bitter ex wife to answer to but also her lawyer who he doesn't need to be reminded he pays for. It seems promising that the right kind of motivation makes concious usage of naughty words possible because taking my fathers football fan rage out of the equation, I was raised in a relatively conservative environment and despite my never-ending quest to not be my mother ever, she never did curse, not once, and i respect her for it. It was unbecoming of a lady she would say, especially one from a good family. Both of which I'd like to claim I am.
Mush! Fish! Popsicle!