Roller coaster of emotions.
An excerpt from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix:
** "Dont you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment?" [Hermione] asked.
"No," said Harry and Ron together.
Hermione sighed and laid down her quill.
"Well, obviously, she's feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she cant work out who she likes best. Then she will be feeling guilty, thinking its an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she will be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably cant work out what her feelings towards Harry are, anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so thats all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly."
A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person cant feel all that at once, theyd explode."
"Just because youve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesnt mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again. **
Sometimes, I really wish I have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Being able to feel about so many things at once; having to think about so many different or even related things all at the same time; feeling so bad about myself, all put a strain on my emotional balance.
If people who think of so many things at once would explode, I would have exploded before the period in the first line. But wouldnt exploding be better? There neednt be that much after Ive exploded... I dont know...
Friday, May 28, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
I Went Yesterday...
I went yesterday...
After much consideration, I decided to go. But with hindsight, Id rather not have gone. It was a compete fiasco. Like, what duh?!
Staying at home is still the best. Just me and my computer and/or my darling jotter book with all the wonderful characters of my story... I was supposed to be doing my story ytd when I was all hyped up and totally in the mood, overflowing with creative juices, but, well, its all gone today. My pathetic muse is lazier than me...
Haiz... Today will just be another day... Procrastination seems to be setting in liao, wonder if I will actually be working on my story anot later.
I guess I will stick to my moods the next time. Ya, really, why bother let sudden changes change your plan? Just stick to the original plan and I know I will certainly be comfortable with it!
After much consideration, I decided to go. But with hindsight, Id rather not have gone. It was a compete fiasco. Like, what duh?!
Staying at home is still the best. Just me and my computer and/or my darling jotter book with all the wonderful characters of my story... I was supposed to be doing my story ytd when I was all hyped up and totally in the mood, overflowing with creative juices, but, well, its all gone today. My pathetic muse is lazier than me...
Haiz... Today will just be another day... Procrastination seems to be setting in liao, wonder if I will actually be working on my story anot later.
I guess I will stick to my moods the next time. Ya, really, why bother let sudden changes change your plan? Just stick to the original plan and I know I will certainly be comfortable with it!
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Sucky Day...
Umm... Rather disappointed with the effect of this new blogskin. The dimensions are weird, and I cant seem to be able to fix it. The html writing for this template is not as clear as the previous skins I worked with before. Haiz...
Ive seen this pix before, and also other works by this artist. Found them to be quite interesting. But it does seem weird on my blog... It makes me seem as if none of my friends are true friends. Maybe I will keep it for some time, until I find a blog that expresses my feelings.
Okay, I just received a call from Zihui and I am like totally pissed!
We girls were like supposed to go West Coast for a day of fun outing tmr, but I just heard that its pushed forward to today (?!) later at 3 (!!). Like, what is the time now?? I hate being totally unprepared! Now, Ive got nothing to wear; Ive not taken my bath; my pathetic handphone is not charged; Im in a totally foul mood! Man, man, man... Damn it, man! Seriously considering if I should go anot, and Ive less than an hour to think abt it, what shit is this!
I think Ive got pms. Probably getting my period soon. Oh man, if its coming later, I really wont want to leave my nice comfy room with all its security.
Time is ticking.
Go.
Dont go.
What fuck lah!
Next time, friends, dont put me in such a spot. Dont make last min plans; dont make last min changes to plans; dont plan on gng to somewhere without air-conditioning; dont piss the hell out of me; dont only think abt yourselves!
Ive seen this pix before, and also other works by this artist. Found them to be quite interesting. But it does seem weird on my blog... It makes me seem as if none of my friends are true friends. Maybe I will keep it for some time, until I find a blog that expresses my feelings.
Okay, I just received a call from Zihui and I am like totally pissed!
We girls were like supposed to go West Coast for a day of fun outing tmr, but I just heard that its pushed forward to today (?!) later at 3 (!!). Like, what is the time now?? I hate being totally unprepared! Now, Ive got nothing to wear; Ive not taken my bath; my pathetic handphone is not charged; Im in a totally foul mood! Man, man, man... Damn it, man! Seriously considering if I should go anot, and Ive less than an hour to think abt it, what shit is this!
I think Ive got pms. Probably getting my period soon. Oh man, if its coming later, I really wont want to leave my nice comfy room with all its security.
Time is ticking.
Go.
Dont go.
What fuck lah!
Next time, friends, dont put me in such a spot. Dont make last min plans; dont make last min changes to plans; dont plan on gng to somewhere without air-conditioning; dont piss the hell out of me; dont only think abt yourselves!
Thursday, May 13, 2004
piss piss piss
**Needed: Someone to accompany this little girl to Faye Wong’s Concert
Price: Negotiable
Please, someone, reply to this notice and contact me...
Im getting desperate...**
Sometimes, people think little of what they say, they dont realise that something, little to them it may seem, but actually pisses the other party off. This would be like putting a frog into a pail of water and very gradually increasing the temperature. The frog in the water cant react to the subtle increase in the temperature of the water until it is too late, the poor frog would already have been cooked. Likewise, the pissed-off party would not immediately show his unhappiness but would slowly and subtly launch his revenge plan condemning the oblivious “frog” into eternal damnation.
This would be in stark contrast with outright pissing people off. When you knowingly and openly piss people off, it would be like immediately placing a frog into a pail of boiling water. In this circumstance, the frog would instinctively jump out of the water before much damage can be done. Similarly, the pissed-off person in this context would launch an open rebuttal against the “frog” thereby allowing the “frog” to work out a defensive plan.
So, what exactly is the point of my frog theory?
Well, I would like to warn people to watch their speech and not to unknowingly piss me off. Im the kind of person who gets pissed of easily even though I sometimes wont show it, and I harbour grudges.
What would piss me off?
Comments on my weight.
Okay, not all comments would piss me off, so the exact answer of the above question would be, ignorant comments on my weight in an ignorant tone.
Those people who are pissing me off with their ignorant comments on my weight are basically friends I’ve made from March 2002 to May 2003, so that would be all those people in TJ.
Examples of piss-worthy remarks:
“Oh, Joan! Are you still eating?!” I mean, we go out for lunch, for dinner together, and you see me eating as much, if not more than you and you still got the cheek to ask if Im eating?!
“Joan, I think its time to stop your diet. You lost enough weight.” My crash diet lasted only the whole of May 2003, one year ago, and after that I continued by eating regular portions of food (note: regular as in what you and everyone else is eating!). Besides, Im not the kind of people who can stare into a delicious serving of whatever and say I cant eat it as Im on a diet, NEVER.
“Joan, can you stop losing weight?” Some things are beyond my control. Im eating well and happily, never munching on carrots, or lettuce or tomatoes ever in my life, esp if they are raw. Double the yucks!
“I must take Joan as an example and lose some weight!” Really, are you so thick to believe that losing weight is in everyone’s blood? Its not something any Tom, Dick or Harry can do.
History of Joan’s Weight
Ever since I was young, I was tall and skinny. It is naturally so, hence it will also be so. I was 40kg throughout my first two years in secondary school, then I started eating at an exponential rate. Fast food would be ordered as a meal up-sized, buffets would see me downing what could feed a family of four in Ethiopia for at least half a month, snacks about the portion of one big bag of Lay’s became almost an everyday affair, the list goes on. It was no wonder that I ballooned and graduated from Sec 4 with a weight of 55kg.
The situation worsened during the period March 2002 to May 2003 when I did nothing in TJ other than eating in the canteen or scope and sleeping in the library or scope, I think I did try to fit in some lessons between eating and sleeping but that was negligible. Hence, I reached my peak in May 2003 with an impressive weight of 63kg.
I am a naturally thin person, so it was not difficult for me to lose the excessive weight Id built up over the horrific 3 ½ years and I did so only by cutting back on my humongous diet, so if you are the kind of people who are already fat in the first place, I suggest that you dont try to emulate me. Its no use.
Another thing about me is that Im small boned. Even though I may look thin, and I may be weighing very little, Im still covered with fats around my tummy area and upper thighs and even on my upper arms. Note: fats are less dense than muscles and bones. So, it is of no wonder that I weigh lighter than what people think.
And my stretch marks... My stretch marks didnt appear after I lost weight as most people think. They appeared during my 3 ½ years of exponential weight gain and merely deepened after my weight loss.
Now I weight 47kg. It may be a little on the light side, but Im still 7kg heavier than I was supposed to be, so please, all those people who never saw me in my 40kg stature, stop your ignorant comments and accept the fact that the world is loads bigger than you think!
Price: Negotiable
Please, someone, reply to this notice and contact me...
Im getting desperate...**
Sometimes, people think little of what they say, they dont realise that something, little to them it may seem, but actually pisses the other party off. This would be like putting a frog into a pail of water and very gradually increasing the temperature. The frog in the water cant react to the subtle increase in the temperature of the water until it is too late, the poor frog would already have been cooked. Likewise, the pissed-off party would not immediately show his unhappiness but would slowly and subtly launch his revenge plan condemning the oblivious “frog” into eternal damnation.
This would be in stark contrast with outright pissing people off. When you knowingly and openly piss people off, it would be like immediately placing a frog into a pail of boiling water. In this circumstance, the frog would instinctively jump out of the water before much damage can be done. Similarly, the pissed-off person in this context would launch an open rebuttal against the “frog” thereby allowing the “frog” to work out a defensive plan.
So, what exactly is the point of my frog theory?
Well, I would like to warn people to watch their speech and not to unknowingly piss me off. Im the kind of person who gets pissed of easily even though I sometimes wont show it, and I harbour grudges.
What would piss me off?
Comments on my weight.
Okay, not all comments would piss me off, so the exact answer of the above question would be, ignorant comments on my weight in an ignorant tone.
Those people who are pissing me off with their ignorant comments on my weight are basically friends I’ve made from March 2002 to May 2003, so that would be all those people in TJ.
Examples of piss-worthy remarks:
“Oh, Joan! Are you still eating?!” I mean, we go out for lunch, for dinner together, and you see me eating as much, if not more than you and you still got the cheek to ask if Im eating?!
“Joan, I think its time to stop your diet. You lost enough weight.” My crash diet lasted only the whole of May 2003, one year ago, and after that I continued by eating regular portions of food (note: regular as in what you and everyone else is eating!). Besides, Im not the kind of people who can stare into a delicious serving of whatever and say I cant eat it as Im on a diet, NEVER.
“Joan, can you stop losing weight?” Some things are beyond my control. Im eating well and happily, never munching on carrots, or lettuce or tomatoes ever in my life, esp if they are raw. Double the yucks!
“I must take Joan as an example and lose some weight!” Really, are you so thick to believe that losing weight is in everyone’s blood? Its not something any Tom, Dick or Harry can do.
History of Joan’s Weight
Ever since I was young, I was tall and skinny. It is naturally so, hence it will also be so. I was 40kg throughout my first two years in secondary school, then I started eating at an exponential rate. Fast food would be ordered as a meal up-sized, buffets would see me downing what could feed a family of four in Ethiopia for at least half a month, snacks about the portion of one big bag of Lay’s became almost an everyday affair, the list goes on. It was no wonder that I ballooned and graduated from Sec 4 with a weight of 55kg.
The situation worsened during the period March 2002 to May 2003 when I did nothing in TJ other than eating in the canteen or scope and sleeping in the library or scope, I think I did try to fit in some lessons between eating and sleeping but that was negligible. Hence, I reached my peak in May 2003 with an impressive weight of 63kg.
I am a naturally thin person, so it was not difficult for me to lose the excessive weight Id built up over the horrific 3 ½ years and I did so only by cutting back on my humongous diet, so if you are the kind of people who are already fat in the first place, I suggest that you dont try to emulate me. Its no use.
Another thing about me is that Im small boned. Even though I may look thin, and I may be weighing very little, Im still covered with fats around my tummy area and upper thighs and even on my upper arms. Note: fats are less dense than muscles and bones. So, it is of no wonder that I weigh lighter than what people think.
And my stretch marks... My stretch marks didnt appear after I lost weight as most people think. They appeared during my 3 ½ years of exponential weight gain and merely deepened after my weight loss.
Now I weight 47kg. It may be a little on the light side, but Im still 7kg heavier than I was supposed to be, so please, all those people who never saw me in my 40kg stature, stop your ignorant comments and accept the fact that the world is loads bigger than you think!
Monday, May 10, 2004
All Hope's Gone
**I still need someone to go with me to watch Faye Wong’s concert.
Anyone interested? Dont hesitate, just call me up!
Price negotiable, just treat it as accompanying me... Please? **
10 min ago, I dropped my bottle of anti-stretch mark essence and onto the floor it went in pieces. The essence splattered all onto the bathroom floor; the glass bottle shattered into tiny bits.
When the bottle broke, I felt that whatever hopes that I had harboured in it came crashing down with it.
Is Something Up There giving me a hint not to place my hopes in it?
Is that same Something also telling me not to continue to buy anymore hopes?
Should I buy another bottle and continue my therapy to at least see if that thing works?
Or should I take a hint from that Something and just put the whole issue behind me?
Should I also forget about buying my other hopes?
Anyone interested? Dont hesitate, just call me up!
Price negotiable, just treat it as accompanying me... Please? **
10 min ago, I dropped my bottle of anti-stretch mark essence and onto the floor it went in pieces. The essence splattered all onto the bathroom floor; the glass bottle shattered into tiny bits.
When the bottle broke, I felt that whatever hopes that I had harboured in it came crashing down with it.
Is Something Up There giving me a hint not to place my hopes in it?
Is that same Something also telling me not to continue to buy anymore hopes?
Should I buy another bottle and continue my therapy to at least see if that thing works?
Or should I take a hint from that Something and just put the whole issue behind me?
Should I also forget about buying my other hopes?
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Buying a Piece of Hope
**I still need someone to go with me to watch Faye Wong’s concert.
Anyone interested? Dont hesitate, just call me up!
Price negotiable, just treat it as accompanying me... Please? **
These few days, my life seems to be rotating round a singular concept, buying a hope. What I have been doing lately have been pretty much trying to get out as high a percentage of hope as possible. What is hope? How do you actually buy hope?
I dont really know the answer of the above two questions myself, but an example would be the bottle of anti-stretch mark essence I just bought. It is a widely know fact that these sort of commercial products, like bust-increasing cream, slimming gel, blah, are not known to be that miraculous, but I still bought a bottle to try out. The $19.60 I paid for is what I can call buying a hope.
Sometimes, I dont use money physically to buy a hope, but my actions and the real value of my sacrifices make it that I am almost as if I were buying a hope. Using opportunity cost to buy my hope.
Why do I need such hopes? I dont know that either...
I just know that my ultimate hope is to find a someone who can provide me with all the hopes that I need to go through life... ...
Or that my hopes can slowly one by one materialise into reality... ...
Anyone interested? Dont hesitate, just call me up!
Price negotiable, just treat it as accompanying me... Please? **
These few days, my life seems to be rotating round a singular concept, buying a hope. What I have been doing lately have been pretty much trying to get out as high a percentage of hope as possible. What is hope? How do you actually buy hope?
I dont really know the answer of the above two questions myself, but an example would be the bottle of anti-stretch mark essence I just bought. It is a widely know fact that these sort of commercial products, like bust-increasing cream, slimming gel, blah, are not known to be that miraculous, but I still bought a bottle to try out. The $19.60 I paid for is what I can call buying a hope.
Sometimes, I dont use money physically to buy a hope, but my actions and the real value of my sacrifices make it that I am almost as if I were buying a hope. Using opportunity cost to buy my hope.
Why do I need such hopes? I dont know that either...
I just know that my ultimate hope is to find a someone who can provide me with all the hopes that I need to go through life... ...
Or that my hopes can slowly one by one materialise into reality... ...
Friday, April 30, 2004
At the Ritz
For the past 4 days, I took up a short stint as a guest relation officer at Ritz-Carlton Hotel. After those 4 days there, I can only say life is tough.
To some, being able to work at Ritz-Carlton sounds glamorous, ya, Liyun, you sounded so envious while Im like more envious of you students. Behind the facade of such a beautiful and classy lobby that guests see when they enter the hotel are complicated, winding staff passageways where I always got lost. Collecting my pay was also tough as there were like so many bureaucratic procedures that I have to follow.
Work there was almost a big killer. I had to stand all day, opening the big glass doors for guests with such a big smile that my face was cracking. Well, actually, what cracked was not really my face, but my 2-inch thick makeup. The makeup was thick enough for stage makeup at Kallang Theatre so much so that when I met Jiadai on the train after work she asked me if Id just had a performance. I dont know if it was PMS but, I was so drained out after work that I felt like dying. My colleagues expected me to know what to do, but I didnt, and after asking, they made me feel stupid. I dont know, but I thought that the people working there spoke in a tone that sounds superior which to my ears made me feel stupid, and they were ALWAYS asking others how were they and I hate it when they ask me that cos you cant really expect me to answer “Shitty!” and I really cant bring myself to answer in their model answer of “Excellent!” cos I really feel shitty.
At the end of the second day, I felt so so bad that I thought I was going to burst. Thanks, Vic, for lending a listening ear! Tuesday night was one of the most remarkable nights ever in my life. After feeling so bad, another chain of incidents really lit up my life again! First there was the nice chat with Vic, then I met Jiadai on the train. There I was chatting animatedly on the phone with Vic when Jiadai messaged me that she was on the same train as me, but no matter how I looked I couldnt see her, finally I heard her voice and went to chat with her. When feeling down, friends are the ones who can provide you with the comfort you would need. Really. Thanks Jiadai! Things didnt end there, just when I was feeling loads better, I met Alexis at the MRT station! He just left camp and was going home cos he had an interview the next day. It was really great catching up with him at the bus stop. That is really what I like most about 4B, you can put any two 4B people together and we can just talk, well, almost all... Its nice knowing from Alexis that basically all the 4B people did very well for the A levels, many people got like 3As 1B, the rest also did reasonably well. Its also nice to know that Alexis applied for dentistry (?!) and was given an interview, all the best to you, Alexis! And also good luck to you over in the army, dont get sent into military jail (although you seem to have half a foot in it already)! Really, after the nice catching up with him, bad feelings? all thrown out of the window liao!
Okay, back to my job... What I liked about the job was meeting lots of different kind of people, being able to lead them around the hotel, rendering them all the help that they can get, and also going around to check the state of the rooms to see if they were all in order. I even went into the presidential suite! but it was to do the most unglamorous job of sending a message... haiz...
In my short (it seemed really long then!) 4 days there, I also learn many things like having to control my temper, even when I think Im right I must also appear to accept that Im wrong. The high points during my work there... I received a nice big tip of $10!! I didnt expected it cos I didnt do much to that pair of guests, just led them around and answered a couple of questions, gave them advice on where to go shopping, so the tip was very sudden. Well, rich people are just rich people... How envious can I get?! The funny thing was that the guest slipped the tip into my hand while we shook hands so Id thought that the piece of paper was some rubbish that he wanted me to help him throw away so I didnt thank him for that tip... Well, in Ritz-Carlton, there isnt any dustbins, so our poor staff always have to improvise as portable dustbins... sounds stupid, but the threat of terrorism outweighs stupidity...
I also got to meet some famous people and one of them was Prof Tommy Koh! He was at the hotel for some UN seminar or something and when he was leaving, I held the door open for him! Sounds pretty unglamorous, but hey, its Prof Tommy Koh leh...
In all, it was an eye-opening experience working there, but Im not in it anymore, my poor legs are all spoilt from prolonged standing, my poor toes are in blisters from the stuffy shoes, my torso is stiff from the prolonged upright posture that I have to maintain to look good in that uniform, my shoulders are aching from all the opening and closing of those heavy glass doors (note: shouldnt it be my forearms aching? I used body weight to open the doors, so its my shoulders that ached... must rmb that someone failed her IFAH, so it was almost impossible for her to use her forearms to open the doors), my face has deteriorated from the heavy use of cosmetics, my head hurts from the tight bun that I have to put up... hai...
But the most pressing agenda I have now is to find someone to accompany me to Faye Wong’s concert... Im getting so desperate that Im willing to negotiate the price of the ticket and suffer a loss... Calling, if you are interested, do not hesitate to call me to negotiate a price, really...
To some, being able to work at Ritz-Carlton sounds glamorous, ya, Liyun, you sounded so envious while Im like more envious of you students. Behind the facade of such a beautiful and classy lobby that guests see when they enter the hotel are complicated, winding staff passageways where I always got lost. Collecting my pay was also tough as there were like so many bureaucratic procedures that I have to follow.
Work there was almost a big killer. I had to stand all day, opening the big glass doors for guests with such a big smile that my face was cracking. Well, actually, what cracked was not really my face, but my 2-inch thick makeup. The makeup was thick enough for stage makeup at Kallang Theatre so much so that when I met Jiadai on the train after work she asked me if Id just had a performance. I dont know if it was PMS but, I was so drained out after work that I felt like dying. My colleagues expected me to know what to do, but I didnt, and after asking, they made me feel stupid. I dont know, but I thought that the people working there spoke in a tone that sounds superior which to my ears made me feel stupid, and they were ALWAYS asking others how were they and I hate it when they ask me that cos you cant really expect me to answer “Shitty!” and I really cant bring myself to answer in their model answer of “Excellent!” cos I really feel shitty.
At the end of the second day, I felt so so bad that I thought I was going to burst. Thanks, Vic, for lending a listening ear! Tuesday night was one of the most remarkable nights ever in my life. After feeling so bad, another chain of incidents really lit up my life again! First there was the nice chat with Vic, then I met Jiadai on the train. There I was chatting animatedly on the phone with Vic when Jiadai messaged me that she was on the same train as me, but no matter how I looked I couldnt see her, finally I heard her voice and went to chat with her. When feeling down, friends are the ones who can provide you with the comfort you would need. Really. Thanks Jiadai! Things didnt end there, just when I was feeling loads better, I met Alexis at the MRT station! He just left camp and was going home cos he had an interview the next day. It was really great catching up with him at the bus stop. That is really what I like most about 4B, you can put any two 4B people together and we can just talk, well, almost all... Its nice knowing from Alexis that basically all the 4B people did very well for the A levels, many people got like 3As 1B, the rest also did reasonably well. Its also nice to know that Alexis applied for dentistry (?!) and was given an interview, all the best to you, Alexis! And also good luck to you over in the army, dont get sent into military jail (although you seem to have half a foot in it already)! Really, after the nice catching up with him, bad feelings? all thrown out of the window liao!
Okay, back to my job... What I liked about the job was meeting lots of different kind of people, being able to lead them around the hotel, rendering them all the help that they can get, and also going around to check the state of the rooms to see if they were all in order. I even went into the presidential suite! but it was to do the most unglamorous job of sending a message... haiz...
In my short (it seemed really long then!) 4 days there, I also learn many things like having to control my temper, even when I think Im right I must also appear to accept that Im wrong. The high points during my work there... I received a nice big tip of $10!! I didnt expected it cos I didnt do much to that pair of guests, just led them around and answered a couple of questions, gave them advice on where to go shopping, so the tip was very sudden. Well, rich people are just rich people... How envious can I get?! The funny thing was that the guest slipped the tip into my hand while we shook hands so Id thought that the piece of paper was some rubbish that he wanted me to help him throw away so I didnt thank him for that tip... Well, in Ritz-Carlton, there isnt any dustbins, so our poor staff always have to improvise as portable dustbins... sounds stupid, but the threat of terrorism outweighs stupidity...
I also got to meet some famous people and one of them was Prof Tommy Koh! He was at the hotel for some UN seminar or something and when he was leaving, I held the door open for him! Sounds pretty unglamorous, but hey, its Prof Tommy Koh leh...
In all, it was an eye-opening experience working there, but Im not in it anymore, my poor legs are all spoilt from prolonged standing, my poor toes are in blisters from the stuffy shoes, my torso is stiff from the prolonged upright posture that I have to maintain to look good in that uniform, my shoulders are aching from all the opening and closing of those heavy glass doors (note: shouldnt it be my forearms aching? I used body weight to open the doors, so its my shoulders that ached... must rmb that someone failed her IFAH, so it was almost impossible for her to use her forearms to open the doors), my face has deteriorated from the heavy use of cosmetics, my head hurts from the tight bun that I have to put up... hai...
But the most pressing agenda I have now is to find someone to accompany me to Faye Wong’s concert... Im getting so desperate that Im willing to negotiate the price of the ticket and suffer a loss... Calling, if you are interested, do not hesitate to call me to negotiate a price, really...
Sunday, April 18, 2004
help
I desperately need someone to accompany me to Faye Wong’s concert.
I have with me tickets to very decent seats and it costs only $135, a far cry from the original price of $150.
Ya, its very decent even for the seats in the same price block.
Please somebody out there, consider this deal carefully.
Its Faye Wong... ...
I have with me tickets to very decent seats and it costs only $135, a far cry from the original price of $150.
Ya, its very decent even for the seats in the same price block.
Please somebody out there, consider this deal carefully.
Its Faye Wong... ...
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
help
Faye Wong World Tour Concert
2 June 2004 Wednesday 8pm
Anybody wants to go and watch with me?
Its $148+2 but I can pay using citibank credit card so there will be a 10% discount.
Its Faye Wong!!!
Okay, please, please, somebody, stand up and volunteer to accompany me to the concert, please! Hey... I can get 10% discount leh...
2 June 2004 Wednesday 8pm
Anybody wants to go and watch with me?
Its $148+2 but I can pay using citibank credit card so there will be a 10% discount.
Its Faye Wong!!!
Okay, please, please, somebody, stand up and volunteer to accompany me to the concert, please! Hey... I can get 10% discount leh...
Saturday, April 03, 2004
ting wen
Well, I have decided not to find work anymore. I will just lounge around until the Taiwan trip and make further decisions after. In the meantime, I will probably be rendering help to Adeline for the upcoming Temasek Nite Lu Yuan Zhi Ye, people, must go and watch hor...
While helping Adeline look for suitable music, I went through my cd collection again and listened to some music that I had seemed to have forgotten. Sharing with everybody some really nice listening pieces,
*In the Mood for Love Original Soundtrack
Good to listen at night cos the lounge music of Yumeji’s Theme, the dadada dadada dadada daa very popular one and the Ang Kor Wat music relaxes your mind and body and puts you to an easy sleep. The Shanghainese Operas on the other hand adds to a sad night of recollections if you are still not sleepy.
*C’est la Vie – Chyi’s English album
As we all know Chyi soothing voice is for easy listening and in this album where music is kept o a minimum, it is easier on the ears and is good for relaxing at any time. My recommendations, Forever, and At Seventeen
*Pocahontas Original Soundtrack
A Disney classic. Need I say any more?!
*Fearless vs Future – an Aaron Kwok ep
A very Aaron Kwok mix of a few songs in both Cantonese and Mandarin so its only for die hard fans like me. Most people know I am like crazy over Faye Wong and Wubai but not many people actually realise that I am also a die hard fan of the Heavenly King whose dance moves are to die for. I think I must have surprised dear Jiadai when I sang a whole lot of Aaron’s songs when I went ktv with her and Zihui...
*Golden Flower – a Karen Mok Cantonese album
This album is completely produced by Wubai who used about only a synthesiser, only occasional tracks include proper instruments, bta, ya. It is a very experimental album which I dont think will appeal to many, but one thing can be very surely concluded, Lin Xi is a godsend genius! And Karen is a weirdo, like who would wrap oneself in Clingfilm as a photoshoot outfit?!
Try listening to the above albums! You can borrow from me, ya?
While helping Adeline look for suitable music, I went through my cd collection again and listened to some music that I had seemed to have forgotten. Sharing with everybody some really nice listening pieces,
*In the Mood for Love Original Soundtrack
Good to listen at night cos the lounge music of Yumeji’s Theme, the dadada dadada dadada daa very popular one and the Ang Kor Wat music relaxes your mind and body and puts you to an easy sleep. The Shanghainese Operas on the other hand adds to a sad night of recollections if you are still not sleepy.
*C’est la Vie – Chyi’s English album
As we all know Chyi soothing voice is for easy listening and in this album where music is kept o a minimum, it is easier on the ears and is good for relaxing at any time. My recommendations, Forever, and At Seventeen
*Pocahontas Original Soundtrack
A Disney classic. Need I say any more?!
*Fearless vs Future – an Aaron Kwok ep
A very Aaron Kwok mix of a few songs in both Cantonese and Mandarin so its only for die hard fans like me. Most people know I am like crazy over Faye Wong and Wubai but not many people actually realise that I am also a die hard fan of the Heavenly King whose dance moves are to die for. I think I must have surprised dear Jiadai when I sang a whole lot of Aaron’s songs when I went ktv with her and Zihui...
*Golden Flower – a Karen Mok Cantonese album
This album is completely produced by Wubai who used about only a synthesiser, only occasional tracks include proper instruments, bta, ya. It is a very experimental album which I dont think will appeal to many, but one thing can be very surely concluded, Lin Xi is a godsend genius! And Karen is a weirdo, like who would wrap oneself in Clingfilm as a photoshoot outfit?!
Try listening to the above albums! You can borrow from me, ya?
Thursday, March 25, 2004
47 48 47
47kg
Thats my weight in the morning.
48kg
Thats my weight after dinner.
47kg
Thats my weight before bedtime.
Boy, I sure do need help!
But somehow for me, the fats dont disappear as my weight continues to plunge... Theres still the humongous thighs and the protruding tummy even though Im now a size S (big S though)...
Or are the fats that I see only just a facade?
Boy, I sure do need more help than Id thought!
And the thing is that even with my mum administering my diet and my regular once a week bowel movements (its so ever since I was young so its nothing to worry abt), there still seems to be no improvement in my weight...
Help!
Thats my weight in the morning.
48kg
Thats my weight after dinner.
47kg
Thats my weight before bedtime.
Boy, I sure do need help!
But somehow for me, the fats dont disappear as my weight continues to plunge... Theres still the humongous thighs and the protruding tummy even though Im now a size S (big S though)...
Or are the fats that I see only just a facade?
Boy, I sure do need more help than Id thought!
And the thing is that even with my mum administering my diet and my regular once a week bowel movements (its so ever since I was young so its nothing to worry abt), there still seems to be no improvement in my weight...
Help!
Friday, March 12, 2004
Elaine
Just 30min ago, this girl Elaine called to the radio station wanting to dedicate a song to her friends cos she could not continue befriending them. Upon probing, the deejay found out that Elaine was detained by her boyfriend in his house at this very moment. He had also disallowed her to continue meeting her friends or talk to them over the phone. To ensure her obedience, he beat her up and even used cigarette butts to burn her. The deejay advised her to report this matter to the police immediately. A while later, Elaine SMSed back to the radio station that she had called the police and the police would be arriving to rescue her.
This set me thinking. What is love?
Females have always been disadvantaged in a relationship ever since the beginning of time. They have been the subject of violence and abuse when the relationship goes wrong. They suffer both emotionally and also physically.
Man?!
Here, I would like to dedicate a song to Elaine. This is one of my favourite songs, but here, ive translated it. I think id still captured the essence of the song... Any idea what song is it originally? hehe...
*If Only I Were You*
I’d used all my heart to hug you
Willing to love you and put your interests before mine
Thought you’d taken over the whole of me
Suspicions mixed with faith
Our present also includes our past
Time is not enough for you to commit yourself
You would always leave me at the wrong moment
Distancing from our relationship
For me to take the initiative and look for you
If only I were you
I’d relief you to love me wholeheartedly
Every moment from the bottom of my heart
And when you look back at me
I’d still be at where you’d left me standing
Really, can you ever pay me back?
More courage than what I’d put in
If only I were you
I’d continue this long path of love
But I am not you
And whenever I think of this
I can only try and understand and keep the tears to myself
Loving you, Never giving up
We’d been through many rough patches
It’s not my intention to beg you to come back to me
Just to let you know the pain I’m suffering
And every time I think of this
Not a slight hope is left, Only tears
But I can never be you
***
Although this situation is quite different from Elaine’s, I can say that her life could have been better if she was him, but as the last line, she can never be him... Well, on a lighter note, since she has called the police, that guy would probably get into trouble with the law; Elaine can live a better life now!
I would like to use this opportunity to wish Elaine all the best for her future (without that guy)!
This set me thinking. What is love?
Females have always been disadvantaged in a relationship ever since the beginning of time. They have been the subject of violence and abuse when the relationship goes wrong. They suffer both emotionally and also physically.
Man?!
Here, I would like to dedicate a song to Elaine. This is one of my favourite songs, but here, ive translated it. I think id still captured the essence of the song... Any idea what song is it originally? hehe...
*If Only I Were You*
I’d used all my heart to hug you
Willing to love you and put your interests before mine
Thought you’d taken over the whole of me
Suspicions mixed with faith
Our present also includes our past
Time is not enough for you to commit yourself
You would always leave me at the wrong moment
Distancing from our relationship
For me to take the initiative and look for you
If only I were you
I’d relief you to love me wholeheartedly
Every moment from the bottom of my heart
And when you look back at me
I’d still be at where you’d left me standing
Really, can you ever pay me back?
More courage than what I’d put in
If only I were you
I’d continue this long path of love
But I am not you
And whenever I think of this
I can only try and understand and keep the tears to myself
Loving you, Never giving up
We’d been through many rough patches
It’s not my intention to beg you to come back to me
Just to let you know the pain I’m suffering
And every time I think of this
Not a slight hope is left, Only tears
But I can never be you
***
Although this situation is quite different from Elaine’s, I can say that her life could have been better if she was him, but as the last line, she can never be him... Well, on a lighter note, since she has called the police, that guy would probably get into trouble with the law; Elaine can live a better life now!
I would like to use this opportunity to wish Elaine all the best for her future (without that guy)!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
What Shall I Do Now?
Im officially unemployed now that my contract with John Little has ended and I have absolutely no interest in extending it. It is not that I dont like working there, but I really need a break to slowly ponder over what I want to read in Uni and to settle all the administration stuff which Im really bad at. Id really like to take this opportunity to thank all my superiors and fellow colleagues at JLPP for their guidance. Now that I left, Id also promised them that I will be back... as a disgruntled customer! Now that I now how things work in there, haha, I try my best to make life difficult for them! haha...
With all the time on my hands, I think I will also write a book titled How to Do Well in Exams with Minimal Studying. I think I have every reason to succeed with that book cos I can just put my whole personal experience in that book! Okay, Im not trying to gloat, but thinking back, I think Im really lucky!
For Maths, I didnt study complex numbers, differential equations, ap gp, applications of integration, applications of differentiation, pdf cdf, and a whole lot more, but I got an A for Maths! How amazing!
*To my dear juniors, the trick behind is do specialise, pray hard, and dont make mistakes*
For Econs, I studied like 4 topics to do 3 questions, only Labour Market didnt come out, but the rest was just as I spotted. Considering that for two years in JC I never got more than a 9/25 for my essays, the B that I got for Econs is really a godsend. This I must thank Ms Leong for spending much time with me going through MCQs and the Case Study.
*So, the trick is to concentrate on what you can score in (note: I didnt waste my time studying essays), make your teacher work (you didnt pay your school fees for nothing) and pray hard that you spotted correctly*
My Hist was quite expected, so there isnt really any trick being the score that I got except hard work, a hardworking Mr Thompson (thanks) and a well, Mr Hasim, whom Ive got nothing to say about.
Maybe I can write another book called How to Spot Questions Correctly...
With all the time on my hands, I think I will also write a book titled How to Do Well in Exams with Minimal Studying. I think I have every reason to succeed with that book cos I can just put my whole personal experience in that book! Okay, Im not trying to gloat, but thinking back, I think Im really lucky!
For Maths, I didnt study complex numbers, differential equations, ap gp, applications of integration, applications of differentiation, pdf cdf, and a whole lot more, but I got an A for Maths! How amazing!
*To my dear juniors, the trick behind is do specialise, pray hard, and dont make mistakes*
For Econs, I studied like 4 topics to do 3 questions, only Labour Market didnt come out, but the rest was just as I spotted. Considering that for two years in JC I never got more than a 9/25 for my essays, the B that I got for Econs is really a godsend. This I must thank Ms Leong for spending much time with me going through MCQs and the Case Study.
*So, the trick is to concentrate on what you can score in (note: I didnt waste my time studying essays), make your teacher work (you didnt pay your school fees for nothing) and pray hard that you spotted correctly*
My Hist was quite expected, so there isnt really any trick being the score that I got except hard work, a hardworking Mr Thompson (thanks) and a well, Mr Hasim, whom Ive got nothing to say about.
Maybe I can write another book called How to Spot Questions Correctly...
Saturday, March 06, 2004
On Top of the World~
Very pleased with my results. Especially for Econs. Thank you very much, Ms Leong!!!
Now that Im quite certain about my future, I can start making plans for the rest of this nice long hols without much agony. After the John Little stint, I dont want to continue any more. I would probably want to bum around... Ya, Vic, you too, bum around with me, the unity of the voluntary unemployed!
Maybe I wld want to try out for relief teaching... Sounds pretty slack, quite easy money... Say, let us see how.
I will also want to try find time to meet up with all friends I havent met up for a long time. That reminds me, I have yet received ANY birthday present!!! This is so so sad... Where are my friends?! If you, my dear friend read this, and acknowledge that you are my friend, you get the hint? Peiting, hope you dont forget, it is double this year hor... hehe... so bhb...
Another incentive for me to remain unemployed and meet up with friends after leaving John Little... Ahhh... Cant wait to be free!!!
Now that Im quite certain about my future, I can start making plans for the rest of this nice long hols without much agony. After the John Little stint, I dont want to continue any more. I would probably want to bum around... Ya, Vic, you too, bum around with me, the unity of the voluntary unemployed!
Maybe I wld want to try out for relief teaching... Sounds pretty slack, quite easy money... Say, let us see how.
I will also want to try find time to meet up with all friends I havent met up for a long time. That reminds me, I have yet received ANY birthday present!!! This is so so sad... Where are my friends?! If you, my dear friend read this, and acknowledge that you are my friend, you get the hint? Peiting, hope you dont forget, it is double this year hor... hehe... so bhb...
Another incentive for me to remain unemployed and meet up with friends after leaving John Little... Ahhh... Cant wait to be free!!!
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
A Bad Dream
I had a bad dream. I dreamt that I received my A level results and got a D for maths, so devastating. My total points were also so low that I could not make it into uni.
Anw, I had a good talk with my parents after receiving my SAT scores which surprisingly was not as bad as I thought it would be. But then again, it is pretty redundant liao so I guess it would only come into use if I fluke my As. My dad has a friend who has two children studying in Australia, so my dad would probably send me over if I cant get into a local uni. I would then do some arts course, hopefully meet some rich guy and get married so that I can use his money to further my dreams...
As what my father said, I am not Eric Khoo with a multi-billionaire father to support my drama dreams, so I can only rely on either myself or a rich husband. Maybe I can hook up one of the elder Khoo grandchildren...
Well, I am feeling quite better now that I have an alternative plan of my future, not really that stressed on receiving my results. Must have confidence in myself! *determined* Like what a colleague said, worse come worse, sign on to be a perm staff lor... Quite looking forward to receiving my results liao...
Anw, I had a good talk with my parents after receiving my SAT scores which surprisingly was not as bad as I thought it would be. But then again, it is pretty redundant liao so I guess it would only come into use if I fluke my As. My dad has a friend who has two children studying in Australia, so my dad would probably send me over if I cant get into a local uni. I would then do some arts course, hopefully meet some rich guy and get married so that I can use his money to further my dreams...
As what my father said, I am not Eric Khoo with a multi-billionaire father to support my drama dreams, so I can only rely on either myself or a rich husband. Maybe I can hook up one of the elder Khoo grandchildren...
Well, I am feeling quite better now that I have an alternative plan of my future, not really that stressed on receiving my results. Must have confidence in myself! *determined* Like what a colleague said, worse come worse, sign on to be a perm staff lor... Quite looking forward to receiving my results liao...
Monday, February 23, 2004
sucks...
I have been trying my best to prevent my life from falling into a routine, but somehow certain aspects of life seem to have been mechanised.
I have been trying my best not to think about the release of A level results, but a nagging sensation at the back of my head seems to have planned for the worst-case circumstance. My blog entry for that day will consist of four letters only—F U C K.
I have been trying my best not to procrastinate, but I have just been procrastinating this resolution.
I have been trying my best not to feel lonely, but sometimes I just cannot help but feel lonely and I need something more than physical company, some sort of an emotional company to prevent myself from falling apart.
I have been trying my best to enjoy life to the fullest, but it seems the more I try the more empty I feel. 19 years of life, I cannot think of one thing that I can be proud of.
I have been trying my best to plan ahead for the future, to map out my whole career path, but the one thing I am striving for seems to be so distant and I cannot help but start thinking of alternatives. The singer Jewel once said that it was by not preparing any alternatives that made her even more determined to succeed in her singing career because she knew that once she made backup plans she would tend to fall into that trap. If so, am I destined to fail?
I have been trying my best to put all the unhappy memories behind me and start over again, but there is no one there to stretch out a helping hand. And I just fall deeper into a vicious cycle of my emotional blackhole.
I have been trying my best not to think about the release of A level results, but a nagging sensation at the back of my head seems to have planned for the worst-case circumstance. My blog entry for that day will consist of four letters only—F U C K.
I have been trying my best not to procrastinate, but I have just been procrastinating this resolution.
I have been trying my best not to feel lonely, but sometimes I just cannot help but feel lonely and I need something more than physical company, some sort of an emotional company to prevent myself from falling apart.
I have been trying my best to enjoy life to the fullest, but it seems the more I try the more empty I feel. 19 years of life, I cannot think of one thing that I can be proud of.
I have been trying my best to plan ahead for the future, to map out my whole career path, but the one thing I am striving for seems to be so distant and I cannot help but start thinking of alternatives. The singer Jewel once said that it was by not preparing any alternatives that made her even more determined to succeed in her singing career because she knew that once she made backup plans she would tend to fall into that trap. If so, am I destined to fail?
I have been trying my best to put all the unhappy memories behind me and start over again, but there is no one there to stretch out a helping hand. And I just fall deeper into a vicious cycle of my emotional blackhole.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Like. Don't Like.
I like being able to help my customers.
I like being able to answer my customers’ questions.
I like it when after asking if my customer has Robinsons’ card, he takes it out and thus being able to enjoy special discounts.
I like it when my supervisor asks me to help her.
But then again,
I dont like packing stuff.
I dont like folding clothes.
I dont like making mistakes.
I dont like customers who think they are the king and/or queen of the universe.
I like being able to answer my customers’ questions.
I like it when after asking if my customer has Robinsons’ card, he takes it out and thus being able to enjoy special discounts.
I like it when my supervisor asks me to help her.
But then again,
I dont like packing stuff.
I dont like folding clothes.
I dont like making mistakes.
I dont like customers who think they are the king and/or queen of the universe.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
work. sian.
I have started working again. I dont like it.
I thought that perhaps I could do more cashiering this time, but I am so so wrong. I ended up doing more packing than ever. I had to pack bottles after bottles, tubes after tubes, boxes after boxes of facial wash, shampoo, shower foam, hand cream, masks, blah. Lunch was staggered, so poor little me had to have lunch alone. Luckily, the people there are quite nice and understanding and I was also let off on time, without having to complete what I was doing.
The best thing is that I am off today and tmr. What a nice duty roster... haha... I hope when I return back to work I can get to do more cashiering, but I dont think that would happen. We are now preparing for our sales and need more manpower to do the horrible packing and arranging and blah, the cashier counters are left unattended, only when there are customers then the cashiers will rush over to the counters and even then it is usually the more experienced staff that do the cashiering. haiz...
If only I can strike the lottery, or marry some rich guy, or something similar, then I can spend the rest of my life slacking around in luxury... ...
I thought that perhaps I could do more cashiering this time, but I am so so wrong. I ended up doing more packing than ever. I had to pack bottles after bottles, tubes after tubes, boxes after boxes of facial wash, shampoo, shower foam, hand cream, masks, blah. Lunch was staggered, so poor little me had to have lunch alone. Luckily, the people there are quite nice and understanding and I was also let off on time, without having to complete what I was doing.
The best thing is that I am off today and tmr. What a nice duty roster... haha... I hope when I return back to work I can get to do more cashiering, but I dont think that would happen. We are now preparing for our sales and need more manpower to do the horrible packing and arranging and blah, the cashier counters are left unattended, only when there are customers then the cashiers will rush over to the counters and even then it is usually the more experienced staff that do the cashiering. haiz...
If only I can strike the lottery, or marry some rich guy, or something similar, then I can spend the rest of my life slacking around in luxury... ...
Friday, February 13, 2004
Christmas time is a sad time
Memories can be most painful yet dear to us.
Last Christmas, I took a friend out of my annual Christmas Card Mailing List because I wanted to wipe that person out from me. I want to just forget everything and carry on with life without having a constant unhappy feeling at the back of my head. Like what is the use of being friends when they are only for betrayal? If so, why bother being friends at all? Haiz... Until now, I have quite succeeded in removing that friend from my life.
After Christmas, I had decided to erase another person out of my memory and take out that name from my annual list end this year. When I make friends, I would always put my heart and soul into that friendship, but sometimes what you put in is not what you get. If that person really doesnt want to remain friends with me, I dont see a need for me to be so thick-skinned.
Lately, I have deliberated over the issue of friends again. I have finally made another heart-wrenching decision to take another person out of my end year list. After being on the list for 7 years, the decision to pull that name out is not for me to forget but for the other party to forget. A card represents much care and concern, especially at this digital age. By ceasing the reception of future cards is to put an end to the reception of care and concern. Some people might think this will be very mean of me to do so, but after much consideration I think that it would be meaner for me to continue showing that care and concern when it has the potential of becoming a heavy burden. I have decided to ease my friend’s burden and shoulder it myself... ...
Maybe if I can remove the latter from my memory, I would live a more cheerful life, but this action would also remove some of my most treasured moments. Deciding between two evils, I can only do what I do best, procrastinate. By procrastinating such an act, I more tend to fall back into the past and live in a pseudo-utopian world I created, and then I would continue procrastinating... A vicious cycle which I am still trapped inside... The only possible way to escape from this vicious can only be an ending from fairy tales. In Sleeping Beauty, the Prince fought with the evil Witch and finally kill her to remove the curse and save the Princess from eternal unconsciousness with a kiss... ...
Wherefore art thou, my dear Prince...
Last Christmas, I took a friend out of my annual Christmas Card Mailing List because I wanted to wipe that person out from me. I want to just forget everything and carry on with life without having a constant unhappy feeling at the back of my head. Like what is the use of being friends when they are only for betrayal? If so, why bother being friends at all? Haiz... Until now, I have quite succeeded in removing that friend from my life.
After Christmas, I had decided to erase another person out of my memory and take out that name from my annual list end this year. When I make friends, I would always put my heart and soul into that friendship, but sometimes what you put in is not what you get. If that person really doesnt want to remain friends with me, I dont see a need for me to be so thick-skinned.
Lately, I have deliberated over the issue of friends again. I have finally made another heart-wrenching decision to take another person out of my end year list. After being on the list for 7 years, the decision to pull that name out is not for me to forget but for the other party to forget. A card represents much care and concern, especially at this digital age. By ceasing the reception of future cards is to put an end to the reception of care and concern. Some people might think this will be very mean of me to do so, but after much consideration I think that it would be meaner for me to continue showing that care and concern when it has the potential of becoming a heavy burden. I have decided to ease my friend’s burden and shoulder it myself... ...
Maybe if I can remove the latter from my memory, I would live a more cheerful life, but this action would also remove some of my most treasured moments. Deciding between two evils, I can only do what I do best, procrastinate. By procrastinating such an act, I more tend to fall back into the past and live in a pseudo-utopian world I created, and then I would continue procrastinating... A vicious cycle which I am still trapped inside... The only possible way to escape from this vicious can only be an ending from fairy tales. In Sleeping Beauty, the Prince fought with the evil Witch and finally kill her to remove the curse and save the Princess from eternal unconsciousness with a kiss... ...
Wherefore art thou, my dear Prince...
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
On the Trail of Wangfei
One of my New Year resolution was to be a more ardent fan of Wubai and Wangfei which until now I am proud to say I am doing it. Friends who have had their birthdays have seen my fanatics, poor Victoria and Yanling should also understand after accompanying me on a disappointing queuing up expedition at Plaza Singapura on Sunday and at Junction8 ytd. I would really like to send my utmost thanks the both Victoria, having to endure sun and horrible PRCs, and Yanling, having to endure 9hours of boredom and an evil PRC, for queuing with me just to see dear Faye.
Sad to say, I am utterly disappointed with the PRCs in Singapore... ... They are like a bunch of kiasu (really, who said Singaporeans are kiasu is totally wrong!), queue-cutting, evil-mouthed, self-centred assholes man! Cant wait to boot all of them out of my sight! But have also met some other more decent fans who really are able to queue for longer periods just to support Faye. Way to go!!!
Although in her 35th year, Faye doesnt boast the looks of her age. She seems to have put on weight in her cheeks yet her legs are just as thin as ever. My legs are just monstrous beside hers... She is now sporting a short haircut, but I think a longer permed one looks nicer on her, well, just my thoughts. She is still not very fond of speaking and has an embarrassed look every time we scream out her name. Just as the Faye we know... ...
Sad to say, I am utterly disappointed with the PRCs in Singapore... ... They are like a bunch of kiasu (really, who said Singaporeans are kiasu is totally wrong!), queue-cutting, evil-mouthed, self-centred assholes man! Cant wait to boot all of them out of my sight! But have also met some other more decent fans who really are able to queue for longer periods just to support Faye. Way to go!!!
Although in her 35th year, Faye doesnt boast the looks of her age. She seems to have put on weight in her cheeks yet her legs are just as thin as ever. My legs are just monstrous beside hers... She is now sporting a short haircut, but I think a longer permed one looks nicer on her, well, just my thoughts. She is still not very fond of speaking and has an embarrassed look every time we scream out her name. Just as the Faye we know... ...
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