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Saturday, August 26, 2006
Self Respect.
Sometimes when I manage to catch a glimpse of my sister's desktop(it has the words 'NEW YORK' splashed all over what little web space she has)or have a peek into the books (NEW YORK!) she reads or just listening to the manner which she uses to speak to everyone, I feel kinda alienated from her.
Ok, 'kinda' wasn't an appropriate word, that word had ought to be cancelled.
Seriously I really wonder how little pride some people have in their own culture and heritage.
It's almost as if its a shameful thing to actually NOT BE ANG-MO-LISED.
And frankly, do you peeps know what's the greatest irony?
It's people who do NOT know or have any connection to thier roots and cultures that ought to be slapped and stoned instead.
Now I'm not saying that we should all lock ourselves up in Chinatown and celebrate hungry ghosts while eating mooncakes and receiving ang pows every day of the year (what a creepy yet strangley appealing thought, Brave New World anyone? ), but the absolute embracement of one culture at the expense or your own is simply ridiculous.
In my sister's case, her devotion and enshrinement of 'New York' is an ABSOLUTE JOKE.
One : She has never been to New York.
Two : She thinks that pavements there are clean enough for you to lick ice crem off them.
Three: the books about New York which she reads are at least 25 years backward.
Like wtf?
*Random note*
My brother just asked me to sign an 'Approval of Divorce' form for the divorce of Sundae and my maid. Seriously this house is warped.
#.#
And it isn't just my sister but tons beyond tons of people in our little dot.
Kinda sad come to think of it.
The possibility of everyone having a common and shared culture,presumingly the most popular one, undifferentiated from the next in the future.
Not only sad actually, more of B-O-R-I-N-G.
Singapore.
City of the world? Cosmopolitan and global?
Learn to respect yourself first.
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12:28 pm
Friday, August 25, 2006
Random.
I need a mental,soul,psychological holiday/detox/vacation,escapade.
Seriously,I can feel whatever little of the creative juices sapping up, or perhaps its just another case of dehydration~(without Angel I can never remember to drink more water~Yah,thirsty does not apply here. -.-")
Anyway, tons and tons beyond tons of stuff happened these few weeks,yet just the task of trying to recall them is taking a toll on my mental immobility. Damnit, I've a feeling it's affecting the quality of my school work these days even.
See I don't even know what I should blog about now.
Till my mental vacuum clears up~
The irony of it all~
-.-"
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8:53 pm
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Under The Gun.
She's got her halo and wings
hidden under his eyes.
But she's an angel for sure.
She just can't stop telling lies.
But it's too late for his love
already caught in a trap.
His angel's kiss was a joke,
and she is not coming back.
Because heaven sends, and heaven takes;
crashing cars in his brain.
Keep him tied up to a dream,
and only she can set him free.
And then he says to me:
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Again and again.
She's got a criminal mind
He's got a reason to pray
His life is under the gun
he's got to hold everyday
Now he just wants to wake up
Yea, just to prove its a dream
Cuz she's an angel for sure.
But that remains to be seen
Because heaven sends, and heaven takes;
crashing cars in his brain.
Keep him tied up to a dream,
and only she can set him free.
And then he says to me:
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Stupid on the streets of London
James Dean in the Rain
Without her, its not the same
the same
the same
but its alright
Because heaven sends,
and heaven takes;
crashing cars in his brain.
Keep him tied up to a dream,
and only she can set him free.
And then he says to me:
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now.
Again and again.
Hmm....just read a particular post from leshie's blog which lead me to this random posting~
I must say that 'Under the Gun' is my favourite song by The Killers, I shan't go into some deep analysis of why this song's a favourite but for reasons not very associated to the vastness of human emotions or the complexities of the realm of BGR-dom this song just keeps playing in my head these days.
And I guess you people ought to know why "KILL ME NOW" is in red,bold,enlarged and italics.
Yes, please just finish me off before Abang reaches me.
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1:15 pm
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Murphy's laws.
MURPHY'S LAWS STATE THAT:
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9:09 pm
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
N-day.
happy birthday singapore~
happy birthday to singaporeeee~
happy birthday, no-I-don't-care~
Strangely, I don't feel very patriotic this year. (if you know me relatively well, I'm one of those neurotic psychos who are actually damn enthusiastic about N-Day/fiercely patriotic, yes, even I find that insane.)
Sure, the flag's up and smiling, the papers splashed in red and white with all sorts of articles and snippets of people proclaiming thier immense love for our lovely lil' red dot.
But it's just different from other years.
Woke up late( 11 am) for once and nope, don't feel very satisfied at all.
In fact, so unsatisfied that even thought of going back to sleep is enough of a put off.
Conclusion : it's not an issue of physical exhaustion.
IT'S ALL MENTAL HONEY.
and mental doesn't feel very well.
I need a soul vacation.
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1:18 pm
Monday, August 07, 2006
Sparta field of Flowers. For some reason, this one appealed to me DE MOST. Perhaps it had something to do with actually trying it on first~
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11:02 pm
Florida Field of Flowers~sweeet!
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11:02 pm
Florida Virgin whisper White!
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11:01 pm
virgin whisper white! it's so cute!
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11:01 pm
Verona Fame Azur, old favourites die hard~
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10:49 pm
Verona fame Rose.It looks damn comfortable and yes pastels appeal to me~
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10:48 pm
Gizeh Pink.sweet sweet pink, appeals to the more effeminate side of females. Wonder how much sense that made~hahahah~
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10:47 pm
Gizeh Aqua~nothing like a pair of thongs~ no, not THAT type of thongs~
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10:02 pm
Madrid Aqua,love this shade of blue~
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10:02 pm
Florida Ethno Pearl~ love the light imprints~
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9:59 pm
nothing like the good ol' plain white birks.
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9:57 pm
Friday, August 04, 2006
I love..
To be able to wake up darn early(6:30 am, yes that is DAMN early) to open the classroom at 6:45am (DAMN I'm pro~lol~).
To be able to say "HELLO!" to the pirates everyday.
To be driven the ends of my sanity in between the pau and leshie.
Pau's retardedness.
Leshie's incomprehensible taste for the "O.O" (Yes, I don't know how to describe them)
Bunz's resemblance to a corpse/POW.
Tease the PUNZ couple. lol
Laugh at the three monkeys.
Hug Sondra,
Be hugged by Sondra.
Jasmine's smile.
Fend off Shaun from my food.
Laugh at the Songyao's great escapes.
Bella's "SO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY LAH ?".
Tutu's "TO THE MARKET!" .
Emily's SUPER randomness.
ShiSi's guniang-ness.
Sharmaine's bimbotism.
Mart's supermart and minimart.
Avril's glint of madness.
Denseh's promiscuity.
Jack's blurness and darn good snacks.
Zhao's 'manner of speaking'.
Sarah's sketches.
Elaina's constant battle between the bimbo and the intelligent nerd.
Christian's entertainment.
Shawn's random bursts of temper.
The Sun's inability to be a normal person. (this gives us yet another thing to laugh about)
Thank you God.
I love you.
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8:19 pm