I don't really understand
Nor comprehend
Is it them
Or maybe it's me.
Why are they all
Made of one mould
Having the same personality
All different from me.
Is it because
They've changed
Since they came here
To this school
Just to fit in.
Or is it all those who come here
Are originally like this
Before all of this?
But can people change
Within a night?
I really need to know.
Yeah I can't really figure out.
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?
| What Guys Think of Your Ponytail... |
 Girlish, free spirited, low maintenance. The kind of girl he can take camping ... for fire building and romance :-) |
The Birth Order Predictor
| You Are Likely A Forth Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel angry. At work and school, you do best when your analyzing. When you love someone, you tend to be very giving. In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out. Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry. You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy. |
No! I don't wanna be a factory worker, a comedian or a dentist! NO!
What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?
| Your Lucky Underwear is Blue |
 You are caring and extroverted. You've made relationships your number one focus, and your lucky blue underwear can bring some balance to them. You thrive in one-on-one situations. You are a good listener and a natural born therapist. Sometimes you let the concerns of others become too important in your life, leading to stress and worry. If you want more balance, put on your blue underpants. They'll help you take care of yourself first. |
No comments. Haha.
What Does Your Birth Month Mean?
| Your Birth Month is October |
 You are a natural leader who is able to stand up when no one else can. Strong and powerful, you tend to overshadow those around you. Your soul reflects: Gratitude, comfort, and true love Your gemstone: Tourmaline Your flower: Cosmos Your colors: White and yellow |
Are You A Hot Chick?
| Sorry, But You're Not Exactly a Hot Chick... |
 Sure you meet a few men - but what woman doesn't? You've got to break out of your shell, girl! Get a makeover, gym membership, new wardrobe Because no matter what, dating is a numbers game |
Yeeeaaahhhh. I'm not a hot chick. I'm DEEP~. And EMO~.
How Indie Are You?
| You Are 65% Indie |
 You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal. You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure! |
Nanny Nanny Poo Poo
Okay. So I woke up at 6am this morning, telling myself that all i have to do is struggle through this day and i'll be freed. And i proceeded to do the project. I wanted to switch on the table light, but apparently the switch was already, so i off-ed the mains. And. I switched off the wrong ones, and switched off the com which was running as well. DAMMIT. I had switched off the computer's mains. Oh damn. Cause the desktop com is a bit crazy, and most of the times it can't be switched on anymore once the mains are off. And suay-ly, I can't on the computer. SHIT.
So i quickly packed up all the project stuff, and reluctantly asked my reluctant mother to fetch me reluctantly to school at 8am. First stop: CAD Lab. I started scanning the motifs into the computer and tried to used Photoshop to fill colours into the areas where i want the colours to be. I FAILED. SHIT. So i proceeded to do the writeup, intro and procedure and stuff, while chatting online with a Sec 4 classmate. Sigh, the good old days.
Anyway, I quickly finished up my stuff and went to Xorex to print out the photos. And i cut the photos, pasted the photos, coloured the motifs, and went down to the Print Shop. Luckily Huong was done. Veron gave some comments and asked me to do one more Batik for her to see the salt diffusion. So i did, and she went off for lunch, and we had to wait for her to come back to mark our projects. Meanwhile I chatted with Nicky on the phone, and in real person. Hahaha.
Veron came ack from lunch, and after waiting for one or two groups we finally had our turn. She marked it, and asked us to either take photographs or draw illustrations of how the piece is to be worn. We were given one hour. So we took photos in the ADM Studio and went to Xorex to print the photos. Luckily I brought my laptop or i would never be able to transfer the photos into the(my brother's) thumb drive. Yay. And we went back to the Print Shop, and Wilson told us to go to the office on the 6th floor to find Veron. So we went. Veron then gave a short talk on how she marks, and we were graded, told to do more shopping(to appreciate clothes, apparently) and we left. Yay! It's aLL OvEr!
Thereafter i went to wait for Nicky, and we headed for TM. Browsed for phones and had dinner at KFC. Then we went home with big bags and big cokes. Hahaha. Oh yes. I bought a silicon case for my cell phone. It's much easier to sms now after these two days of torture. Hahahaha.
The past three days passed by so slowly, as if it were a week. Oh my god. I finally get my well-reserved break! But, but when school starts, we'll have three blocks in a row, without break. That's bad. It's already bad enough with one block. I can't imagine how i'll feel when school reopens.
Shit i forgot to let Veron see my batik.
So i quickly packed up all the project stuff, and reluctantly asked my reluctant mother to fetch me reluctantly to school at 8am. First stop: CAD Lab. I started scanning the motifs into the computer and tried to used Photoshop to fill colours into the areas where i want the colours to be. I FAILED. SHIT. So i proceeded to do the writeup, intro and procedure and stuff, while chatting online with a Sec 4 classmate. Sigh, the good old days.
Anyway, I quickly finished up my stuff and went to Xorex to print out the photos. And i cut the photos, pasted the photos, coloured the motifs, and went down to the Print Shop. Luckily Huong was done. Veron gave some comments and asked me to do one more Batik for her to see the salt diffusion. So i did, and she went off for lunch, and we had to wait for her to come back to mark our projects. Meanwhile I chatted with Nicky on the phone, and in real person. Hahaha.
Veron came ack from lunch, and after waiting for one or two groups we finally had our turn. She marked it, and asked us to either take photographs or draw illustrations of how the piece is to be worn. We were given one hour. So we took photos in the ADM Studio and went to Xorex to print the photos. Luckily I brought my laptop or i would never be able to transfer the photos into the(my brother's) thumb drive. Yay. And we went back to the Print Shop, and Wilson told us to go to the office on the 6th floor to find Veron. So we went. Veron then gave a short talk on how she marks, and we were graded, told to do more shopping(to appreciate clothes, apparently) and we left. Yay! It's aLL OvEr!
Thereafter i went to wait for Nicky, and we headed for TM. Browsed for phones and had dinner at KFC. Then we went home with big bags and big cokes. Hahaha. Oh yes. I bought a silicon case for my cell phone. It's much easier to sms now after these two days of torture. Hahahaha.
The past three days passed by so slowly, as if it were a week. Oh my god. I finally get my well-reserved break! But, but when school starts, we'll have three blocks in a row, without break. That's bad. It's already bad enough with one block. I can't imagine how i'll feel when school reopens.
Shit i forgot to let Veron see my batik.
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Monsoon Season
It's a long long day, and I've just reached home. I'm here to bring you the latest updates of MY LIFE. Hahaha.
Ok. Got up reluctantly in the morning. Stretched, yawned, tried to get five more minutes of sleep, and i finally got up. I don't know why I was so lethargic even when I was sleeping for almost the whole of yesterday. Ok. I stayed up late.
Arrived early and got an egg sandwich from the canteen. Went to the CAD Lab and came down again to the Print Shop. Huong was already there. So we started on our project. Each person was supposed to come up with two motifs, and we decided to use all four of our motifs and repeat them on the fabric. So we set off to do the automask/phlorofilm. (FYI, automask is a piece of double-layered film where you have to peel off the parts where you don't want any prints. The layer peeled off is a red film.) Veron was walking around the class and stopped by me, and said there's automask on my face(the red part), so i just peeled it off. Wait. You'll know why I'm talking about this. Be patient. Be very patient. You have to be patient when it comes to good stuff. =)
So we went about our work. And here goes. One minor "accident". A classmate was asking who the wooden frames belonged to. I looked up and said it belonged to us, and he was like "EH WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" and he was staring at my forehead. HAHA. Have you guessed? There was automask on my face, and he thought it was blood. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't help laughing at that particular scene.
2.30pm. Huong and I were all almost done with everything, the frames, the films, blah blah... Then Wilson came over and said we were doing it wrongly, that we should combine two motifs from each of us into ONE motif and explained that we would not be able to finish in time should we do the repeat printing of the four different motifs.
So we sat down to discuss, and Veron came in. I heard WIlson complaining to her that the students are not doing the motifs correctly, and that he only saw two groups doing it correctly. He then brought Veron to us, and both of them started to tell us what we should do, and how we should combine our motifs. Then Wilson was saying stuff like he don't know why the students are doing this, and asked two times why we did that. On the second time, I purposely said out loud,"The instructions weren't very clear" Some stuff spoken by Wilson. And "We just followed the project brief and did what we thought was correct" But the bitch didn't seem to get it. Hahaha.
I know it's stupid to say that on the LAST SECOND DAY i gonna see her(and th=omorrow's submission), but i just did. Wilson seem very glad that I did that, cause he was super-duper high for the rest of the day after that. I guess he was too hoping I would say something unpleasant cause he kept asking why we did that, why we didn't combine our motifs etc.
Anyway, after that, we started to draw out the NEW design, and I went to do tie-dye. Fast forward. And Veron still helped me to attach the silk to the screen. Hmm...
Sigh. So we had to do the whole thing over again. While Huong did the automask, I did the frames. BIG frames. Hahaha. Anyway, our theme is Chinese Opera. Cool right. But i think it has been used a lot of times before in TDS.
Oh yeah. An accident again. Real one. I was done with three frames(we needed four) and I was walking to the back of the room to get more silk, when tragedy struck. OOPS MAN. I left the three frames standing on the floor, leaning on the cupboard. I went past them, but I DID NOT, I SWEAR, touch any part of them. Then they just fell and knocked against a classmate's calf. She was standing at the table, back facing the frames. OH MY GOD. Then she started to curl down into a foetus position(sorry for the vocab) and started crying. Oh man. I didn't ever thought that I would make someone cry. Then Wilson and Veron and two other girls came. One was asking if it were the staple bullets. I apologised. Wilson comforted her, saying that I didn't do it on purpose, and asked her to stand up. I mouthed to Wilson that the frames dropped down by themselves, and Wilson said he knew, cause I saw it. Then he was saying stuff like the room is too small, there are too many students, and these are bound to happen. He asked me to apologise(twice, ithink), and said that I apologised already, and that she shouldn't cry anymore. I seriously think she wasn't crying cause she thought I was bullying her, but because she was in great pain. She looked up at me and said "It's fine". She got up after a while, saying she sprained her ankle on the same leg. Oh my gosh. Trauma-mama.
OH MY GOODNESS.
Thereafter we went to tie-dye the 2 samples, using the linen I brough and the silk used for making batik. And unfortunately, Huong blow-dried them until they were charred. Sigh. Sometimes it's difficult to communicate with non-Singaporeans. And i demanded to redo. Not really demand. I just suggested and went ahead with it. They were charred beyond recognition/redemption. HAHA.
Around 6.30pm I went out to the canteen to get a cup of iced milo and ovaltines. What a chocolate-y meal! HAHA. I was so damn hungry.
Huong somehow got her hands on drying the samples, and they were burnt again. Sigh. So i decided to compensate by trying to burn more parts of the fabric to make it more even.
We finally set our hands on the real piece at around 7pm. By then most of the tables were turned to printing tables. And we started printing. Wilson was a great help. Not everything went well. Some prints were misplaced, and some parts were wet cause the frame wasn't dry enough. There were a few areas where the ink didn't get through. A lot of shit lah.
I realised Huong is a slow worker. She takes a long time to dry stuff, and takes a long time to cut stuff, and burnt up the cloth. Sigh. And a lot of times she's like "Nevermind." And sometimes I can tell she's disappointed with certain areas of our piece. Then there was the time when she used her finger to cover up the blank parts and smudge a lil part of it. Sigh. That's the way with communication. She's "Hey", "No" and nothing else. Nothing much.
8.50pm. We were done with the final piece. The two samples yet to be done. So i asked Huong what time she'll be school tomorrow. She said 9pm. So i asked her if she could come and complete the two samples(I destroyed the last two), cause I still need to do the writeup. She agreed, and i kept apologising. She doesn't mind, cause she knows I need to do the writeup and stuff. I just hope she'll make it. And she's gonna take fabric from the print shop cause she doesn't have any at home. I hope all goes well.
9pm. Finally. My milo turned to a very-watery,half-iced milo, my day turned to the night, and the design school turned to a haunted school.
Traumatising day again. How many hours do I have to spend in school? And it'll be a traumatising night. The writeup and research, remember?
Sigh. When is this gonna end? Maybe i should re-consider whether I should take Apparel Design, Visual Merchandising or International Merchandising(which involves no Print Shop).
It's a bad old day.
I gonna chase my other dream.
If i have the time.
My oh my. I took an hour to blog. 10.58pm.
Ok. Got up reluctantly in the morning. Stretched, yawned, tried to get five more minutes of sleep, and i finally got up. I don't know why I was so lethargic even when I was sleeping for almost the whole of yesterday. Ok. I stayed up late.
Arrived early and got an egg sandwich from the canteen. Went to the CAD Lab and came down again to the Print Shop. Huong was already there. So we started on our project. Each person was supposed to come up with two motifs, and we decided to use all four of our motifs and repeat them on the fabric. So we set off to do the automask/phlorofilm. (FYI, automask is a piece of double-layered film where you have to peel off the parts where you don't want any prints. The layer peeled off is a red film.) Veron was walking around the class and stopped by me, and said there's automask on my face(the red part), so i just peeled it off. Wait. You'll know why I'm talking about this. Be patient. Be very patient. You have to be patient when it comes to good stuff. =)
So we went about our work. And here goes. One minor "accident". A classmate was asking who the wooden frames belonged to. I looked up and said it belonged to us, and he was like "EH WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" and he was staring at my forehead. HAHA. Have you guessed? There was automask on my face, and he thought it was blood. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I can't help laughing at that particular scene.
2.30pm. Huong and I were all almost done with everything, the frames, the films, blah blah... Then Wilson came over and said we were doing it wrongly, that we should combine two motifs from each of us into ONE motif and explained that we would not be able to finish in time should we do the repeat printing of the four different motifs.
So we sat down to discuss, and Veron came in. I heard WIlson complaining to her that the students are not doing the motifs correctly, and that he only saw two groups doing it correctly. He then brought Veron to us, and both of them started to tell us what we should do, and how we should combine our motifs. Then Wilson was saying stuff like he don't know why the students are doing this, and asked two times why we did that. On the second time, I purposely said out loud,"The instructions weren't very clear" Some stuff spoken by Wilson. And "We just followed the project brief and did what we thought was correct" But the bitch didn't seem to get it. Hahaha.
I know it's stupid to say that on the LAST SECOND DAY i gonna see her(and th=omorrow's submission), but i just did. Wilson seem very glad that I did that, cause he was super-duper high for the rest of the day after that. I guess he was too hoping I would say something unpleasant cause he kept asking why we did that, why we didn't combine our motifs etc.
Anyway, after that, we started to draw out the NEW design, and I went to do tie-dye. Fast forward. And Veron still helped me to attach the silk to the screen. Hmm...
Sigh. So we had to do the whole thing over again. While Huong did the automask, I did the frames. BIG frames. Hahaha. Anyway, our theme is Chinese Opera. Cool right. But i think it has been used a lot of times before in TDS.
Oh yeah. An accident again. Real one. I was done with three frames(we needed four) and I was walking to the back of the room to get more silk, when tragedy struck. OOPS MAN. I left the three frames standing on the floor, leaning on the cupboard. I went past them, but I DID NOT, I SWEAR, touch any part of them. Then they just fell and knocked against a classmate's calf. She was standing at the table, back facing the frames. OH MY GOD. Then she started to curl down into a foetus position(sorry for the vocab) and started crying. Oh man. I didn't ever thought that I would make someone cry. Then Wilson and Veron and two other girls came. One was asking if it were the staple bullets. I apologised. Wilson comforted her, saying that I didn't do it on purpose, and asked her to stand up. I mouthed to Wilson that the frames dropped down by themselves, and Wilson said he knew, cause I saw it. Then he was saying stuff like the room is too small, there are too many students, and these are bound to happen. He asked me to apologise(twice, ithink), and said that I apologised already, and that she shouldn't cry anymore. I seriously think she wasn't crying cause she thought I was bullying her, but because she was in great pain. She looked up at me and said "It's fine". She got up after a while, saying she sprained her ankle on the same leg. Oh my gosh. Trauma-mama.
OH MY GOODNESS.
Thereafter we went to tie-dye the 2 samples, using the linen I brough and the silk used for making batik. And unfortunately, Huong blow-dried them until they were charred. Sigh. Sometimes it's difficult to communicate with non-Singaporeans. And i demanded to redo. Not really demand. I just suggested and went ahead with it. They were charred beyond recognition/redemption. HAHA.
Around 6.30pm I went out to the canteen to get a cup of iced milo and ovaltines. What a chocolate-y meal! HAHA. I was so damn hungry.
Huong somehow got her hands on drying the samples, and they were burnt again. Sigh. So i decided to compensate by trying to burn more parts of the fabric to make it more even.
We finally set our hands on the real piece at around 7pm. By then most of the tables were turned to printing tables. And we started printing. Wilson was a great help. Not everything went well. Some prints were misplaced, and some parts were wet cause the frame wasn't dry enough. There were a few areas where the ink didn't get through. A lot of shit lah.
I realised Huong is a slow worker. She takes a long time to dry stuff, and takes a long time to cut stuff, and burnt up the cloth. Sigh. And a lot of times she's like "Nevermind." And sometimes I can tell she's disappointed with certain areas of our piece. Then there was the time when she used her finger to cover up the blank parts and smudge a lil part of it. Sigh. That's the way with communication. She's "Hey", "No" and nothing else. Nothing much.
8.50pm. We were done with the final piece. The two samples yet to be done. So i asked Huong what time she'll be school tomorrow. She said 9pm. So i asked her if she could come and complete the two samples(I destroyed the last two), cause I still need to do the writeup. She agreed, and i kept apologising. She doesn't mind, cause she knows I need to do the writeup and stuff. I just hope she'll make it. And she's gonna take fabric from the print shop cause she doesn't have any at home. I hope all goes well.
9pm. Finally. My milo turned to a very-watery,half-iced milo, my day turned to the night, and the design school turned to a haunted school.
Traumatising day again. How many hours do I have to spend in school? And it'll be a traumatising night. The writeup and research, remember?
Sigh. When is this gonna end? Maybe i should re-consider whether I should take Apparel Design, Visual Merchandising or International Merchandising(which involves no Print Shop).
It's a bad old day.
I gonna chase my other dream.
If i have the time.
My oh my. I took an hour to blog. 10.58pm.
Monday, 28 May 2007
Are You Cutthroat?
| You Are More Cutthroat Than You Think |
 Yes, you do have that killer instinct lurking in you. And while you may not be actually cutting throats anytime soon... You certainly don't mind clawing your way to the top. |
How Are Your Manners?
| You Have Good Manners 41% of the Time |
 Your manners are generally pretty good. You know how to behave, but you don't always follow the rules. A little extra effort on your part, and you could be the next Emily Post! |
What Kind of Rocker Are You?
| You Are an Emo Rocker! |
 Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing. That doesn't mean you don't rock out... You just rock out with meaning. For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding. |
What Color Flower Are You?
| You Are a Purple Flower |
 A purple flower tends to represent success, grace, and elegance. At times, you are faithful like a violet. And other times, you represent luxury, like a wisteria. And more than you wish, you find yourself heartbroken like a lilac. |
What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?
| Your Hair Should Be Orange |
 Expressive, deep, and one of a kind. You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices. |
Sunday, 27 May 2007
The Three Question Personality Test
| Your Personality Is |
You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas. You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy! Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people. In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally. You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought. Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals. In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent. At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia. With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well. As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly. On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things. |
Alright, man!
What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?
| You Are the Very Gay Peppermint Patty! |
 Softball is the huge tipoff here... As well as a "best friend" who loves to call her "sir" |
What Is Your Star Wars Name and Title?
| Your Star Wars Name And Title |
 Your Star Wars Name: Ka Le Sisin Your Star Wars Title: Eelcoo of Rehtorb |
HARK HARK HARK!
Are You Depressed?
| Your Depression Level: 72% |
 You seem to have moderate depression. Your symptoms are bad enough that they're effecting your everyday life. You would benefit greatly from professional help. |
What Sort of Artist Should You Be?
| You Should Be a Musician |
 You have a rare combinations of talents: an ear for music, nimble fingers, and the willpower to practice. You could master almost any instrument you choose to play (if you haven't already!) |
Yay. Yay. Yay.
What Tattoo Should You Get?
| You Should Get a Tattoo of Initials |
 Modern and expressive You're proud of who you are (or who you love)! |
What's Your Hidden Talent?
| Your Hidden Talent |
 Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together. Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave your praise and complements. |
How Girly Are You?
| You Are 12% Girly |
 Um... you're a guy, right? If not, you're the most boyish girl in the world. And for you, that's probably the ultimate compliment. |
What Color Should Your Eyes Be?
| Your Eyes Should Be Brown |
 Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart |
Do You Have a Borderline Personality?
| You Are 64% Borderline |
 Many signs point toward you having a borderline personality. It's probably a good idea to seek therapy. Or at least read a self help book. |
How Rare Is Your Personality?
| Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP) |
 Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive. Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. |
If You Were Born in 2893
| If You Were Born in 2893... |
 Your Name Would Be: Enm Ayn And You Would Be: A Feared Warrior |
Yay!
What Does Your Mouth Say About You?
| What People Think of Your Mouth |
 People see you both as mysterious and exotic. You definitely have cultivated your own unique interests and lifestyle. Brainy and quick witted, you aren't one for superficial friendships. But if someone can make you laugh or think, they'll likely be your friend for life. |
So true.
How Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?
| You Are 82% Sexy |
 Your Sex Appeal Is: Off the Charts! Let's face it... you're one of the sexiest people around. And you don't let anyone forget it. You're crazy hot, and you deliver on what you promise. You are definitely one wild ride. |
Yeah, right.
How Sarcastic Are You?
| You're Totally Sarcastic |
 You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad. |
What Superhero Are You?
| You Are Spider-Man |
 Quick and agile, you have killer instincts (literally). And that kind of makes up for the whole creepy spider thing. |
Let's Get Retarded
Yesterday was good. Holidays are always good.
Today is a Sunday. Nah. I hate Sundays. Cause the next day would be a Monday. Shudder.
Okay. Anyway I woke up really late this morning. Then we went to CP for lunch and to sign up for Mio plan. Finally. We have waited for so many many months. And I got a new phone. Hurray!
Sigh yai yai. I still have to go back to school tomorrow, the day after, and the day after the day after.
And i need to come up with two designs for this Assignment 2 pairwork. By tonight.
Today is a Sunday. Nah. I hate Sundays. Cause the next day would be a Monday. Shudder.
Okay. Anyway I woke up really late this morning. Then we went to CP for lunch and to sign up for Mio plan. Finally. We have waited for so many many months. And I got a new phone. Hurray!
Sigh yai yai. I still have to go back to school tomorrow, the day after, and the day after the day after.
And i need to come up with two designs for this Assignment 2 pairwork. By tonight.
Stolen
They stole my smiles
They stole my laughter.
They stole jokes
They stole my humour.
They stole my grins
They stole my happiness.
They stole my mood
They stole my shysterics.
They stole my life.
They stole everyting that I had.
That I wanted.
They stole my laughter.
They stole jokes
They stole my humour.
They stole my grins
They stole my happiness.
They stole my mood
They stole my shysterics.
They stole my life.
They stole everyting that I had.
That I wanted.
I Promise
I promise
Not to let them bother me.
Not to be too bothered about work.
Not to be caught up with the past.
I promise to do so
As far much as i can.
Not to let them bother me.
Not to be too bothered about work.
Not to be caught up with the past.
I promise to do so
As far much as i can.
Friday, 25 May 2007
I Love Holidays
Hoildays la hoildays.
I love holidays.
I love vacations.
I love breaks.
I love Malaysia. It's Truly Asia. =D
Gotta wake up at 4am tomoroow.
Here to leave a message before leaving.
Anyway i'll be back by tomorrow night. =)
I love holidays.
I love vacations.
I love breaks.
I love Malaysia. It's Truly Asia. =D
Gotta wake up at 4am tomoroow.
Here to leave a message before leaving.
Anyway i'll be back by tomorrow night. =)
Killer
The past two days were the super suay days. Oh my god nothing worked well. I ran out of masking tape, a hole appeared in my JEANS, I ran out of time to do my fabric book, and the list goes on...
Ok. let's start with yesterday.
24 May 2007, Thursday
It was the last day to do batik cause the next day is the submission date. I was so fucking stressed and don't know went to the toilet how many times. I forgot what happened except that i mainly did my batik and did my batik and did my batik. At last I came out with something satisfactory.
You couldn't imagine how sad, how distressed, how depressed and how lonely I felt at the Print Shop at that moment. I was listening to sad sad songs all the time. "Zuo Yi Tian De Ni" by Jolin Tsai. Oh damn.
So I came out with something naughty to ease my pain.
There was supposed to be TexFun at 2pm. You guessed. I absolutely think that it is a waste of time, At most we'll be burning fabrics and stuff. Not very constructive time.
The moment I got out of the murky corridors of the design school my spirits took a 360-turn. Damn you couldn't imagine how happy I was, how free I was. This kinda feeling's great.
Dined with my friends at Sakae. YAY BUFFET. Getting weaker. We used to eat forty over plates. Hahaha. I wish they change the dessert.
Bought essential stuff for projects (this course is super-duper fucking expensive) and GUESS WHAT. While shopping for Ziploc bags at Fairprice, I discovered that my Batik was missing. So we went all the way back from TM to CS, back to Sakae, searched the toilet, and peered into all the rubbish bins We'd passed. Negative. Traced our route all the way back to the supermarket, and still no results. So dead. It's so dead.
And headed home sadly. One more thing to clear when I've just removed it fom my To-Do list.
I slept at around 9 or 10pm, and set the alarm for 3am. Oh my god I hate this kinda of life. I thought I've had enough in Sec 4. Sigh. I hate I hate I REALLY hate to wake up in the middle of the night to do stuff. I LOVE SLEEP. It's very important and very healthy for mind and body.
So I went to sleep and woke up very reluctantly at 3am and started on the mind-boggling task. Started with the Batik write-up, then I started burning the fabrics with the candle i stole from the ADM Studio. Wah lao eh like some spiritual game of burning candles in the night. Then I ran out of candles and disturbed my mama for another one. Then the dyeing test... Somehow it was 6.30am, and then it was 7.30am. TIme to pack up. Sigh. The task seemed impossible to complete. So much to be done. The goal post is so damn far away that i didn't think I could reach it.
25 May 2007, Friday
Reached school and we pasted some stuff for my projects. I purposely brought my laptop today to type out the report, and just nice my brother just got the Microsoft and Photoshop CDs from his friend. So i thought i could install Microsoft and do the typing. By alas! It didn't work. Something missing. Sigh. Ultimate suay-ness.
Slogged for Batik. I only did one redo this time. Good. But I painted the wrong colour for one part and the piece looked totally wrong. I look at how great the works of the others' are and I feel so perturbed.
Anyway I completed it and went off for the next torture process.
Sigh. I found a seat at the CAD Lab and began typing the fabric book stuff. Very very very very very very very very tedious. After a very very very very very very long time, I finished up most parts of it, and proceeded to yarn count, which i did slipshod-ly, and finding out the knitting/weaving struture of the swatches, which i did even more slipshod-ly.
By four I was done, and the printer was spoilt! (And I think I spoilt it. Shit.) So I lugged my LUGGAGE around to the library to print out the stuff. And i think my thumbdrive got INFECTED BY TROJAN. This "Flashy" trojan, which Moses had warned us about, and later told us that the coast is clear to use the thumbdrives again, is back again, i see. So the coast is only "clear" in Design school, and Ultimate suay-ness decrees that I have to catch this trojan here, in the library.
Okay, printed out my stuff. Left with half an hour to paste everything in. So Paige extended the deadline to 5.30pm. I pasted like crazy. For the last half an hour two friends came over to help. I rejected them at first cause I don't wanna trouble anyone, but in the end i gave in cause i really had no time left. More hands, more work. Camaderie is really important in Design, as I'd just realised, especially if you are in a rush to complete your project. I submitted my thing at 5.35pm with Paige constantly asking me to hurry up. This is the real 'freakin out'. In the end my fabric book was exhibited for the Parents' Night. Phew.
Lady Luck come back to me please. Maybe I should really listen to Nicky's peculiar-but-very-true myth. Yeah.
Well, on hindsight, it was really Mission Impossible Turned Possible. I don't wanna go through this anymore in my life. I'd rather eat a bowl of green leafy veggies.
What a(two) trauma-mama day(s).
Oh yes. Two people have oficially left the class. Now we're only left with 17 students.
Ok. let's start with yesterday.
24 May 2007, Thursday
It was the last day to do batik cause the next day is the submission date. I was so fucking stressed and don't know went to the toilet how many times. I forgot what happened except that i mainly did my batik and did my batik and did my batik. At last I came out with something satisfactory.
You couldn't imagine how sad, how distressed, how depressed and how lonely I felt at the Print Shop at that moment. I was listening to sad sad songs all the time. "Zuo Yi Tian De Ni" by Jolin Tsai. Oh damn.
So I came out with something naughty to ease my pain.
There was supposed to be TexFun at 2pm. You guessed. I absolutely think that it is a waste of time, At most we'll be burning fabrics and stuff. Not very constructive time.
The moment I got out of the murky corridors of the design school my spirits took a 360-turn. Damn you couldn't imagine how happy I was, how free I was. This kinda feeling's great.
Dined with my friends at Sakae. YAY BUFFET. Getting weaker. We used to eat forty over plates. Hahaha. I wish they change the dessert.
Bought essential stuff for projects (this course is super-duper fucking expensive) and GUESS WHAT. While shopping for Ziploc bags at Fairprice, I discovered that my Batik was missing. So we went all the way back from TM to CS, back to Sakae, searched the toilet, and peered into all the rubbish bins We'd passed. Negative. Traced our route all the way back to the supermarket, and still no results. So dead. It's so dead.
And headed home sadly. One more thing to clear when I've just removed it fom my To-Do list.
I slept at around 9 or 10pm, and set the alarm for 3am. Oh my god I hate this kinda of life. I thought I've had enough in Sec 4. Sigh. I hate I hate I REALLY hate to wake up in the middle of the night to do stuff. I LOVE SLEEP. It's very important and very healthy for mind and body.
So I went to sleep and woke up very reluctantly at 3am and started on the mind-boggling task. Started with the Batik write-up, then I started burning the fabrics with the candle i stole from the ADM Studio. Wah lao eh like some spiritual game of burning candles in the night. Then I ran out of candles and disturbed my mama for another one. Then the dyeing test... Somehow it was 6.30am, and then it was 7.30am. TIme to pack up. Sigh. The task seemed impossible to complete. So much to be done. The goal post is so damn far away that i didn't think I could reach it.
25 May 2007, Friday
Reached school and we pasted some stuff for my projects. I purposely brought my laptop today to type out the report, and just nice my brother just got the Microsoft and Photoshop CDs from his friend. So i thought i could install Microsoft and do the typing. By alas! It didn't work. Something missing. Sigh. Ultimate suay-ness.
Slogged for Batik. I only did one redo this time. Good. But I painted the wrong colour for one part and the piece looked totally wrong. I look at how great the works of the others' are and I feel so perturbed.
Anyway I completed it and went off for the next torture process.
Sigh. I found a seat at the CAD Lab and began typing the fabric book stuff. Very very very very very very very very tedious. After a very very very very very very long time, I finished up most parts of it, and proceeded to yarn count, which i did slipshod-ly, and finding out the knitting/weaving struture of the swatches, which i did even more slipshod-ly.
By four I was done, and the printer was spoilt! (And I think I spoilt it. Shit.) So I lugged my LUGGAGE around to the library to print out the stuff. And i think my thumbdrive got INFECTED BY TROJAN. This "Flashy" trojan, which Moses had warned us about, and later told us that the coast is clear to use the thumbdrives again, is back again, i see. So the coast is only "clear" in Design school, and Ultimate suay-ness decrees that I have to catch this trojan here, in the library.
Okay, printed out my stuff. Left with half an hour to paste everything in. So Paige extended the deadline to 5.30pm. I pasted like crazy. For the last half an hour two friends came over to help. I rejected them at first cause I don't wanna trouble anyone, but in the end i gave in cause i really had no time left. More hands, more work. Camaderie is really important in Design, as I'd just realised, especially if you are in a rush to complete your project. I submitted my thing at 5.35pm with Paige constantly asking me to hurry up. This is the real 'freakin out'. In the end my fabric book was exhibited for the Parents' Night. Phew.
Lady Luck come back to me please. Maybe I should really listen to Nicky's peculiar-but-very-true myth. Yeah.
Well, on hindsight, it was really Mission Impossible Turned Possible. I don't wanna go through this anymore in my life. I'd rather eat a bowl of green leafy veggies.
What a(two) trauma-mama day(s).
Oh yes. Two people have oficially left the class. Now we're only left with 17 students.
So Sick
To think about it
It's a long time
I've been sick.
Well
Now i realise
Being a patient isn't that bad.
At least you get
A decent break.
Someone to care for you.
To lie on your bed not
Only for sleeping purposes.
I'm also sick now
Though not the real "illness" sick
Just sick and tired
Of it all.
Being sick
It's not that bad, really.
It's a long time
I've been sick.
Well
Now i realise
Being a patient isn't that bad.
At least you get
A decent break.
Someone to care for you.
To lie on your bed not
Only for sleeping purposes.
I'm also sick now
Though not the real "illness" sick
Just sick and tired
Of it all.
Being sick
It's not that bad, really.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
I'm Really Polite
I lend you my paper
I lend you my pen
I lend you my pencil
I lend you my fan.
But that doesn't mean I give you my heart.
You don't see me doing anything further than that.
I told you I'm just being polite, didn't I?
I lend you my pen
I lend you my pencil
I lend you my fan.
But that doesn't mean I give you my heart.
You don't see me doing anything further than that.
I told you I'm just being polite, didn't I?
To "You"
I'm young.
I'm strong.
I'm confident.
I'm independent.
I'm great.
You can't beat me.
I don't need you.
Not really.
I'm better off on my own.
Sorry to break your heart, my dear.
I'm strong.
I'm confident.
I'm independent.
I'm great.
You can't beat me.
I don't need you.
Not really.
I'm better off on my own.
Sorry to break your heart, my dear.
I'm Polite
I'm just being polite
By not picking up a fight
With you.
It doesn't mean I like you
Can't you feel
Nothing's like what you think.
You don't think as i do.
By not picking up a fight
With you.
It doesn't mean I like you
Can't you feel
Nothing's like what you think.
You don't think as i do.
Thank You
"We had joy
We had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone."
I miss the times
We had together.
Will there ever be a chance
Just once
For us to go back
Back to school
On our seats
Banging the tables
Like nobody's business?
No we can't
Go back to those days
Anymore.
I must be dreaming
I must be hoping
For a miraculous miracle
To happen.
Only memories
Pictures and snapshots
In my mind.
No rewind.
No real scenes.
"Where'd you go?
I miss you so..."
We were so happy
Just now.
Just the both of us.
Can I ever find another friend
Like you?
We were at the mall.
Just like the good ol' times
Except that
We're not in our uniforms
No longer do we need to.
But tomorrow
It'll be
Back to class.
All'd be the same again
The smiles will be gone
The frowns will return
The tears will start.
" 想回到过去
试著让故事继续
至少不再让你离我而去
分散时间的注意
这次会抱得更紧
这样挽留不知
还来不来得及"
It's peculiar and curious
How some things happen.
How we managed to find each other
Maybe it's fate
A fortunate meet.
I tear cause i'm not allowed to cry
I don't allow myself to.
I need you.
So
Keep sms-ing me
Be right there
Thanks.
Thanks for being there when i need you
The most.
Thank you very much
I love you.
We had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone."
I miss the times
We had together.
Will there ever be a chance
Just once
For us to go back
Back to school
On our seats
Banging the tables
Like nobody's business?
No we can't
Go back to those days
Anymore.
I must be dreaming
I must be hoping
For a miraculous miracle
To happen.
Only memories
Pictures and snapshots
In my mind.
No rewind.
No real scenes.
"Where'd you go?
I miss you so..."
We were so happy
Just now.
Just the both of us.
Can I ever find another friend
Like you?
We were at the mall.
Just like the good ol' times
Except that
We're not in our uniforms
No longer do we need to.
But tomorrow
It'll be
Back to class.
All'd be the same again
The smiles will be gone
The frowns will return
The tears will start.
" 想回到过去
试著让故事继续
至少不再让你离我而去
分散时间的注意
这次会抱得更紧
这样挽留不知
还来不来得及"
It's peculiar and curious
How some things happen.
How we managed to find each other
Maybe it's fate
A fortunate meet.
I tear cause i'm not allowed to cry
I don't allow myself to.
I need you.
So
Keep sms-ing me
Be right there
Thanks.
Thanks for being there when i need you
The most.
Thank you very much
I love you.
Jazz
22 May 2007, Wednesday
I got my Silkscreen evaluation by Veron. Ah well. I knew it. She said it wasn't very good. Parts of the tee are dirty, and she said it wasn't good enough for the exhibition on Friday. I admit that the shirt was quite dirty, but I think she wasn't very happy that I didn't heed her advice the other time round, when she also reminded me of the stains. So I'm supposed to either 1) Make the fabric more MeSsY~, OR 2) Make a NEW CLEAN PIECE. Of course I chose option 2. But after that I thought I'd rather go for the third choice: DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. LEAVE IT. Hahaha. And she's so damn sarcastic. She's doesn't dare to be mean. She's laughing at times when she's criticising you so that's you won't feel threatened. And I heard more stuff about her.
Yay I found out Wilson does't really hate me. I thought so cause he was so grumpy the previous few days i stayed back at the Print Shop. He gave me pointers on my batik.
I went to the library to revise for the test later, but fell asleep instead. There was supposed to be a tour around the Design Gallery at 2pm. And i woke uop at 2.09pm. Hahaha. I should have set the alarm.
But when I got there, no guide was there, but only two of my classmates, who told me that they think the tour will start at 2.30pm. I made like, 2-3 trips there, up till 2.30om, but found no one there. So i went to class.
Oh my. I was dead sick by the afternoon. SICK OF IT ALL. I totally went crazy and scribbled hell lot of stuff in my Executive Planner 2007.
So damn sick. You don't know how much effort and money and time I spent on my projects.
23 May 2007, Thursday
Sigh sigh sigh. It's about time I do some serious work on Batik.
So i did. I tried to be serious, but there were too many distractions. I kept redoing and redoing, and I guess Veron saw that. And she was bloody preaching about that the time space between the previous and next pieces was too short, and that the mind won't have enough time to process what went wrong, just like drawing a design and crushing it. Oh~, I must complete it to learn what went wrong. Actually I don't really need that. Well i absolutely know that i the wax dripped and destroyed the piece and that's the wrong part.
So I continued to do and finally ALMOST suceeded. Have yet to put in the finishing touches.
I realised we don't have to stick to the same theme. Argh shit. I've had enough of floweres.
Then the class started talking about ghosts.
Went TM to chill and dine.
I bought a BIG exercise ball for my hamsters.
Then we got on the bus 27, and I was standing at the steps, while Nicky was at the card reading machine, so i passed her my wallet to scan through someone between us. Then the bus uncle was like mumbling, asking me to pay up. Though he didn't even dare to look at me and say it straight it my face, I know he's referring to me. So I replied "WHAT?" A short and sweet "WHAT?" will do it, Then Love and I got separated, Sobssss...
The damn bus driver was yelling non stop at people boarding the bus. Very rude. Couldn't he do it in a nice way? I've never seen any good 27 drivers except for one young one. The rest of the uncles are always so grouchy and keep steppping on the brakes as if that would help them to lose weight.
Okay I am officially friends with Huong. She came to me and asked me if we could be a team. Sure. I had actually wanted to ask her to join me too. Or i would rather I do alone But never mind. Two is faster.
Sigh. We still have to come back on the 28th, 29th and 30th May this dumb project.
And oh yeah, my mama brought back a mahjong table not long ago. Haha.
I got my Silkscreen evaluation by Veron. Ah well. I knew it. She said it wasn't very good. Parts of the tee are dirty, and she said it wasn't good enough for the exhibition on Friday. I admit that the shirt was quite dirty, but I think she wasn't very happy that I didn't heed her advice the other time round, when she also reminded me of the stains. So I'm supposed to either 1) Make the fabric more MeSsY~, OR 2) Make a NEW CLEAN PIECE. Of course I chose option 2. But after that I thought I'd rather go for the third choice: DON'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. LEAVE IT. Hahaha. And she's so damn sarcastic. She's doesn't dare to be mean. She's laughing at times when she's criticising you so that's you won't feel threatened. And I heard more stuff about her.
Yay I found out Wilson does't really hate me. I thought so cause he was so grumpy the previous few days i stayed back at the Print Shop. He gave me pointers on my batik.
I went to the library to revise for the test later, but fell asleep instead. There was supposed to be a tour around the Design Gallery at 2pm. And i woke uop at 2.09pm. Hahaha. I should have set the alarm.
But when I got there, no guide was there, but only two of my classmates, who told me that they think the tour will start at 2.30pm. I made like, 2-3 trips there, up till 2.30om, but found no one there. So i went to class.
Oh my. I was dead sick by the afternoon. SICK OF IT ALL. I totally went crazy and scribbled hell lot of stuff in my Executive Planner 2007.
So damn sick. You don't know how much effort and money and time I spent on my projects.
23 May 2007, Thursday
Sigh sigh sigh. It's about time I do some serious work on Batik.
So i did. I tried to be serious, but there were too many distractions. I kept redoing and redoing, and I guess Veron saw that. And she was bloody preaching about that the time space between the previous and next pieces was too short, and that the mind won't have enough time to process what went wrong, just like drawing a design and crushing it. Oh~, I must complete it to learn what went wrong. Actually I don't really need that. Well i absolutely know that i the wax dripped and destroyed the piece and that's the wrong part.
So I continued to do and finally ALMOST suceeded. Have yet to put in the finishing touches.
I realised we don't have to stick to the same theme. Argh shit. I've had enough of floweres.
Then the class started talking about ghosts.
Went TM to chill and dine.
I bought a BIG exercise ball for my hamsters.
Then we got on the bus 27, and I was standing at the steps, while Nicky was at the card reading machine, so i passed her my wallet to scan through someone between us. Then the bus uncle was like mumbling, asking me to pay up. Though he didn't even dare to look at me and say it straight it my face, I know he's referring to me. So I replied "WHAT?" A short and sweet "WHAT?" will do it, Then Love and I got separated, Sobssss...
The damn bus driver was yelling non stop at people boarding the bus. Very rude. Couldn't he do it in a nice way? I've never seen any good 27 drivers except for one young one. The rest of the uncles are always so grouchy and keep steppping on the brakes as if that would help them to lose weight.
Okay I am officially friends with Huong. She came to me and asked me if we could be a team. Sure. I had actually wanted to ask her to join me too. Or i would rather I do alone But never mind. Two is faster.
Sigh. We still have to come back on the 28th, 29th and 30th May this dumb project.
And oh yeah, my mama brought back a mahjong table not long ago. Haha.
Tuesday, 22 May 2007
Help
Gosh. 4.57am. I'm done with the written report except for the content page. Now working on my silkscreen. Still generating ideas about presentation. And I HAVE TO I MUST come out with a design for batik by today or morning or whatever.
Gotta run. Bye.
Gotta run. Bye.
Monday, 21 May 2007
Insomnia
I'm trying to recall what happened during the recent weeks before I forget everything.
I don't wanna forget anything, you see.
That's the purpose of a blog.
Memories.
It's all about that.
Yes, I'm back-tracking the events. It's easier that way. Meanwhile I' m doing my work.
The events are all jumbled up in my mind. I really have to think to arrange all of them in chronological order.
20 May 2007, Sunday
- Bowling trials. I am the LAST on the list! Great feat, man. Haha.
19 May 2007, Saturday
- Read all the newspapers accumulated from i-don't-know-how-long-ago.
18 May 2007, Friday to 20 May 2007, Sunday
- Big Brother's 21st birthday chalet.
- Yay i'm the event photographer for the night(19 May 2007). I prefer my reward to be a mp3 player haha. The chalet was really really cool.
18 May 2007, Friday
- Arrived especially early to continue on my silkscreen.
- CCN Day. Boring. I didn't really stay at the stall. A booth was selling hamsters! Oh my god. Thereafter we went to the chalet.
17 May 2007, Thursday
- Silkscreen, showed my work to Veron. Oops.
- Stayed back, supposedly to help out in silkscreening the tees we're wearing on CCN Day, "GET YOUR EMO ON", but in the end I did my own stuff.
- I think I visited Dano again.
16 May 2007, Wednesday
- Silkscreen, others showed their work to Veron.
- Visited Dano. Shi Yng told me an unbelievable thing. I promised to burn a cd for her. I wish to go back to work. Its not so stressful. No, There's NO STRESS AT ALL! And I have a monthly allowance.
15 May 2007, Tuesday
- Evaluation by Veron.
- No colours for Motifs.
- Realised my work was REALLY BAD.
- Bought sheet protectors for my Tie & Dye project.
14 May 2007, Monday
- Handed in Exercise 2&3.
- Quarelled with mama(Coincidentally i'm now listening to "Ting Ma Ma De Hua". =>) I felt so unjustified.
- Wild experience *winks*.
13 May 2007, Sunday
- Mother's Day.
- Worked on my project.
- Arrived at night with Bigbro.
- One cousin gave roses to every mother present there.
12 May 2007, Saturday
- Refer to post "Gummy Days"
11 May 2007, Friday
- ...
10 May 2007, Thursday
- CCN Day Meeting
9 May 2007, Wednesday
- Bought Technical pen and Penknife from Wilson.
8 May 2007, Tuesday
- CCN Meeting.
- TexFun Test (simple but i didn't revise.That's why i have a feeling i didn't do great. I didn't get to know how much i scored cause Paige totally skipped some of us.)
- Finally finished the design, which Veron "helped" me to.
- Worked on it. Bought stuff from TP Bookshop. A set of brushes and a black marker for outlining the design.
7 May 2007, Monday
- Refer to post "Fulfilling".
- Handed in Motifs.
- I don't think i did good.
- Met Vernon about the meeting.
- More stuff cleared off my mind.
- Slikscreen Demo.
- I improved on my design as suggested by Veron.
- This is not what I want. I want apparel design! I think we have to wait for Year 2.
6 May 2007, Sunday
- Starting to get real stressed. In the end i still worked late into the night.
5 May 2007, Saturday
- APEL 1.
4 May 2007, Friday
- Discovered Motifs was due next Monday. What the... At least I have time to improve.
- Learnt not to trust what everyone says again. Any doubts, ask the person in charge DIRECTLY
- Email from Vernon, about not attendiing the Genesis meeting. Bullshit.
3 May 2007, Thursday
- Got info from a classmate that we are to have four designs tomorrow.
2 May 2007, Wednesday
- 1st TexFun class.
1 May 2007, Tuesday
- Labour Day
- No class
30 April 2007, Monday
- School starts.
- Excited, but apprehensive.
This is like a monthly planner. Haha.
I'll add on asap. Tallying with the emo posts.
Damn i have a damn good memory. HARK! HARK!
And time flies.
Whether or not you're enjoying yourself.
Too much stuff has happened I can't remember everything all at once. This is a serious lesson i will learn from.
Time is so short with school ending at 6pm everyday.
Where's my quality time?
Okay. I must stop my last-minute stunts.
My room is still a bin centre, as my papa puts it. Worse than a bin centre. Haha.
I don't wanna forget anything, you see.
That's the purpose of a blog.
Memories.
It's all about that.
Yes, I'm back-tracking the events. It's easier that way. Meanwhile I' m doing my work.
The events are all jumbled up in my mind. I really have to think to arrange all of them in chronological order.
20 May 2007, Sunday
- Bowling trials. I am the LAST on the list! Great feat, man. Haha.
19 May 2007, Saturday
- Read all the newspapers accumulated from i-don't-know-how-long-ago.
18 May 2007, Friday to 20 May 2007, Sunday
- Big Brother's 21st birthday chalet.
- Yay i'm the event photographer for the night(19 May 2007). I prefer my reward to be a mp3 player haha. The chalet was really really cool.
18 May 2007, Friday
- Arrived especially early to continue on my silkscreen.
- CCN Day. Boring. I didn't really stay at the stall. A booth was selling hamsters! Oh my god. Thereafter we went to the chalet.
17 May 2007, Thursday
- Silkscreen, showed my work to Veron. Oops.
- Stayed back, supposedly to help out in silkscreening the tees we're wearing on CCN Day, "GET YOUR EMO ON", but in the end I did my own stuff.
- I think I visited Dano again.
16 May 2007, Wednesday
- Silkscreen, others showed their work to Veron.
- Visited Dano. Shi Yng told me an unbelievable thing. I promised to burn a cd for her. I wish to go back to work. Its not so stressful. No, There's NO STRESS AT ALL! And I have a monthly allowance.
15 May 2007, Tuesday
- Evaluation by Veron.
- No colours for Motifs.
- Realised my work was REALLY BAD.
- Bought sheet protectors for my Tie & Dye project.
14 May 2007, Monday
- Handed in Exercise 2&3.
- Quarelled with mama(Coincidentally i'm now listening to "Ting Ma Ma De Hua". =>) I felt so unjustified.
- Wild experience *winks*.
13 May 2007, Sunday
- Mother's Day.
- Worked on my project.
- Arrived at night with Bigbro.
- One cousin gave roses to every mother present there.
12 May 2007, Saturday
- Refer to post "Gummy Days"
11 May 2007, Friday
- ...
10 May 2007, Thursday
- CCN Day Meeting
9 May 2007, Wednesday
- Bought Technical pen and Penknife from Wilson.
8 May 2007, Tuesday
- CCN Meeting.
- TexFun Test (simple but i didn't revise.That's why i have a feeling i didn't do great. I didn't get to know how much i scored cause Paige totally skipped some of us.)
- Finally finished the design, which Veron "helped" me to.
- Worked on it. Bought stuff from TP Bookshop. A set of brushes and a black marker for outlining the design.
7 May 2007, Monday
- Refer to post "Fulfilling".
- Handed in Motifs.
- I don't think i did good.
- Met Vernon about the meeting.
- More stuff cleared off my mind.
- Slikscreen Demo.
- I improved on my design as suggested by Veron.
- This is not what I want. I want apparel design! I think we have to wait for Year 2.
6 May 2007, Sunday
- Starting to get real stressed. In the end i still worked late into the night.
5 May 2007, Saturday
- APEL 1.
4 May 2007, Friday
- Discovered Motifs was due next Monday. What the... At least I have time to improve.
- Learnt not to trust what everyone says again. Any doubts, ask the person in charge DIRECTLY
- Email from Vernon, about not attendiing the Genesis meeting. Bullshit.
3 May 2007, Thursday
- Got info from a classmate that we are to have four designs tomorrow.
2 May 2007, Wednesday
- 1st TexFun class.
1 May 2007, Tuesday
- Labour Day
- No class
30 April 2007, Monday
- School starts.
- Excited, but apprehensive.
This is like a monthly planner. Haha.
I'll add on asap. Tallying with the emo posts.
Damn i have a damn good memory. HARK! HARK!
And time flies.
Whether or not you're enjoying yourself.
Too much stuff has happened I can't remember everything all at once. This is a serious lesson i will learn from.
Time is so short with school ending at 6pm everyday.
Where's my quality time?
Okay. I must stop my last-minute stunts.
My room is still a bin centre, as my papa puts it. Worse than a bin centre. Haha.
Howdy
I'm back again, after all these emo-ness. I still feeling that, but i have just decided to keep track of my life. I just didn't bother to blog about my real life for the past few weeks cause the same stuff happened everyday. And you could guess its all sad stuff from the recent posts. Everyday in school is a torture. It's supposed to be enjoyable cause i'm taking the course i always wanted to be in, but i really can't. It's all the wrong people. There aren't any fireworks at all.
Anyway.
There're no lessons today, cause its Graduation Day 2007. Good for the seniors. I wonder how i would feel three years down the road.
As usual, mama fetched me and Nicky to school. Nicky has a group meeting at 11am, while I was supposed to do my Batik Painting today. I still haven't come out with the design, right now as i'm typing this, and the deadline is Wednesday. Tomorrow's the deadline for Silkscreen Printing and the Written Report for Textile Fundamentals. I'm doing the written report MOSTLY all by myself (although its pairwork) cause I only trust myself , MYSELF and mYsELf. And i gonna print everything. I hate projects. Waste of ink. It just so happens I happen to be the PRINTING FACTORY everytime groupwork comes in. Oh damn and there's also a TexFun test tomorrow, which Paige(the lecturer) said that would be tougher than the first test.
Okay. So we reached school at around 9.25am. Traffic jam. Doesn't matter anyway. No lessons. I worked on my silkscreen. (Actually I only snipped off some parts of the tee.) I had brought home the HUGE batik wooden frame last Friday and i brought it back today. It was so cumbersome i decided to leave it at the Print Shop(place where all the dyeing and printing takes place). And i smuggled out the fabric scissors to cut the tee. Went back to return it, AND I TOOK OUT THE FRAME AGAIN. Hahaha. And i didn't manage to find my missing janteng.
Then it was photoshot time. Nicky changed into my piece of art. We took some pics in the toilet, and went to Bedok Reservoir(it's so handy and convenient). Took a lot more photos. (Nicky forbade me to take her face/head/neck.) Back to school. I went to the library to squeeze out some design, while Nicky met up with her group. YAY i have a compilation CD to listen to on the CD player. I just did it yesterday. I had also made another one which had all of Avril's songs, old and new, to give to Shi Yng.
Initially I drew quite well, but it started to get messy. Ah well. Forget it.
Met up with Nicky and her classmate friend, and we went for lunch at the IT food court. I had Fried Carrot Cake. Not bad at all.
They went to buy cupcakes from a pushcart, and i went to check my email at the OSC while they were enjoying~ it. Hahaha. Nicky and I were playing around, when she suddenly loud-whispered,"The teacher is here!" No they are no teachers in poly. Sigh. Made me think of the old times. Freedom isn't good. There's no fun doing wild stuff when you're allowed to do so legally.
After that they went for tutorial and I headed for TM. Dropped by TP Bookstore. No janteng. I bought a Executive Planner 2007 by U grade. So professional, right? Haha.
Saw a classmate at the bus stop but didn't go up to her. I don't think i can. I won't do it even if i had a second chance. Bus 23 was quite empty when i boarded it. Just when I alighted, i saw a missed call from my mama on my phone. SHIT. I called back and she didn't answer, but she called back later and started nagging. Haha. A lot of nonsense and bickering in between, but after a few phone calls, I was told to wait for my papa to fetch me.
After waiting for a long time, my papa came, and we went back to Sengkang to fetch mama and bigbro, and drove to NCPS to fetch littlebro. We proceeded to ICA. My mama and bigbro were there to collect their new biometric passports, while littlebro and i were to go there, have our pictures taken, and let them be updated in our passports. Long queue at the phototaking booth. ALWAYS. Meanwhile i revised for tomorrow's test. Highlighting here and there. You really need to read the textbook for this subject. Had our pictures taken(mine was ugly; I had to take off my specs and wear a demo one)and we went off for a walk while waitng for the numbers to jump by two hundred. Ate some stuff at this hawker. My littlebro and I got "Anything" and "Whatever". Haha. They sort of mix everything in. Only that Anything is non-carbonated, and Whatever is carbonated. Bigbro says that every can is different, cause they mix different stuff for each.
Went back. Our number was over. Oops. Haha. I went to get papa and when we went up, they were already at the counter. Blah blah blah... we still had to wait for littlebro's and my turn.
FINALLY finally we were done. Headed to Arab Street to get more fabrics. After walking around and round( we were "ushered" into coffeshops), we got only one knitted fabric. We went back to ask the Sikh uncle i had got the knitted fabric(i had bought something from him the previous time too) where else we can find knitted fabrics (fyi i need 15 woven and 10 knitted fabrics) and he pointed us to a "Four Seasons" shop. Then did I realise i've been to the shop the last time i was here. The uncle really has EVERYTHING there. Hahaha. I bought all the stuff i needed there. Amounted to around 54 bucks for 10 pieces. Quite okay. =) (My parents paid.)
Next stop, CP. Printed out the photos I need for silkscreen. Wah so damn long. (I got a digital camera of my own finally. Thanks to the company. ADM people can't do without it. There has to be photos for every assignment.) And a waste of money again. This course is super expensive. Sigh. And not inclusive of course fees. And my printer INK!!!
Then my bigbro and i had Swensen's for dinner. So extragavant right. We had POTC meal. WAH so sumptuous. Very NICE LOOKING, but tastes quite the same. Took a lot of pictures. I can't stop taking pictures since the day the camera became a permanent fixture in my bag.
Then we stole the POTC stirrers. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
And we totally forgot littlbro poor baby was waiting for dinner at home. Hahaha. Went to mac, and saw this auntie wearing the Shrek Ears Hairband. Sorry, but it was funny. Okay... Takeaway and we went home. 9.30pm then. Popular was closed. I need to buy janteng lah.
I'm getting tired already. 23:33.
Sigh. I wonder if i'm gonna get any sleep tonight.
I'm downing coffee just to keep myself awake.
I really get stressed up when everyone starts going to their beds.
I love to sleep. Sleeping hours are the most relaxed moments in my life. Except for the dreams/nightmares. But the real life nightmares are worse. Sigh.
Anyway.
There're no lessons today, cause its Graduation Day 2007. Good for the seniors. I wonder how i would feel three years down the road.
As usual, mama fetched me and Nicky to school. Nicky has a group meeting at 11am, while I was supposed to do my Batik Painting today. I still haven't come out with the design, right now as i'm typing this, and the deadline is Wednesday. Tomorrow's the deadline for Silkscreen Printing and the Written Report for Textile Fundamentals. I'm doing the written report MOSTLY all by myself (although its pairwork) cause I only trust myself , MYSELF and mYsELf. And i gonna print everything. I hate projects. Waste of ink. It just so happens I happen to be the PRINTING FACTORY everytime groupwork comes in. Oh damn and there's also a TexFun test tomorrow, which Paige(the lecturer) said that would be tougher than the first test.
Okay. So we reached school at around 9.25am. Traffic jam. Doesn't matter anyway. No lessons. I worked on my silkscreen. (Actually I only snipped off some parts of the tee.) I had brought home the HUGE batik wooden frame last Friday and i brought it back today. It was so cumbersome i decided to leave it at the Print Shop(place where all the dyeing and printing takes place). And i smuggled out the fabric scissors to cut the tee. Went back to return it, AND I TOOK OUT THE FRAME AGAIN. Hahaha. And i didn't manage to find my missing janteng.
Then it was photoshot time. Nicky changed into my piece of art. We took some pics in the toilet, and went to Bedok Reservoir(it's so handy and convenient). Took a lot more photos. (Nicky forbade me to take her face/head/neck.) Back to school. I went to the library to squeeze out some design, while Nicky met up with her group. YAY i have a compilation CD to listen to on the CD player. I just did it yesterday. I had also made another one which had all of Avril's songs, old and new, to give to Shi Yng.
Initially I drew quite well, but it started to get messy. Ah well. Forget it.
Met up with Nicky and her classmate friend, and we went for lunch at the IT food court. I had Fried Carrot Cake. Not bad at all.
They went to buy cupcakes from a pushcart, and i went to check my email at the OSC while they were enjoying~ it. Hahaha. Nicky and I were playing around, when she suddenly loud-whispered,"The teacher is here!" No they are no teachers in poly. Sigh. Made me think of the old times. Freedom isn't good. There's no fun doing wild stuff when you're allowed to do so legally.
After that they went for tutorial and I headed for TM. Dropped by TP Bookstore. No janteng. I bought a Executive Planner 2007 by U grade. So professional, right? Haha.
Saw a classmate at the bus stop but didn't go up to her. I don't think i can. I won't do it even if i had a second chance. Bus 23 was quite empty when i boarded it. Just when I alighted, i saw a missed call from my mama on my phone. SHIT. I called back and she didn't answer, but she called back later and started nagging. Haha. A lot of nonsense and bickering in between, but after a few phone calls, I was told to wait for my papa to fetch me.
After waiting for a long time, my papa came, and we went back to Sengkang to fetch mama and bigbro, and drove to NCPS to fetch littlebro. We proceeded to ICA. My mama and bigbro were there to collect their new biometric passports, while littlebro and i were to go there, have our pictures taken, and let them be updated in our passports. Long queue at the phototaking booth. ALWAYS. Meanwhile i revised for tomorrow's test. Highlighting here and there. You really need to read the textbook for this subject. Had our pictures taken(mine was ugly; I had to take off my specs and wear a demo one)and we went off for a walk while waitng for the numbers to jump by two hundred. Ate some stuff at this hawker. My littlebro and I got "Anything" and "Whatever". Haha. They sort of mix everything in. Only that Anything is non-carbonated, and Whatever is carbonated. Bigbro says that every can is different, cause they mix different stuff for each.
Went back. Our number was over. Oops. Haha. I went to get papa and when we went up, they were already at the counter. Blah blah blah... we still had to wait for littlebro's and my turn.
FINALLY finally we were done. Headed to Arab Street to get more fabrics. After walking around and round( we were "ushered" into coffeshops), we got only one knitted fabric. We went back to ask the Sikh uncle i had got the knitted fabric(i had bought something from him the previous time too) where else we can find knitted fabrics (fyi i need 15 woven and 10 knitted fabrics) and he pointed us to a "Four Seasons" shop. Then did I realise i've been to the shop the last time i was here. The uncle really has EVERYTHING there. Hahaha. I bought all the stuff i needed there. Amounted to around 54 bucks for 10 pieces. Quite okay. =) (My parents paid.)
Next stop, CP. Printed out the photos I need for silkscreen. Wah so damn long. (I got a digital camera of my own finally. Thanks to the company. ADM people can't do without it. There has to be photos for every assignment.) And a waste of money again. This course is super expensive. Sigh. And not inclusive of course fees. And my printer INK!!!
Then my bigbro and i had Swensen's for dinner. So extragavant right. We had POTC meal. WAH so sumptuous. Very NICE LOOKING, but tastes quite the same. Took a lot of pictures. I can't stop taking pictures since the day the camera became a permanent fixture in my bag.
Then we stole the POTC stirrers. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
And we totally forgot littlbro poor baby was waiting for dinner at home. Hahaha. Went to mac, and saw this auntie wearing the Shrek Ears Hairband. Sorry, but it was funny. Okay... Takeaway and we went home. 9.30pm then. Popular was closed. I need to buy janteng lah.
I'm getting tired already. 23:33.
Sigh. I wonder if i'm gonna get any sleep tonight.
I'm downing coffee just to keep myself awake.
I really get stressed up when everyone starts going to their beds.
I love to sleep. Sleeping hours are the most relaxed moments in my life. Except for the dreams/nightmares. But the real life nightmares are worse. Sigh.
Jump
I've been through this before.
But it wasn't
So tough then.
Maybe cause now
Its not the correct people.
The wrong company.
I need to sing out loud.
Scream.
Yell.
Jump.
Take me away
From this place
I'll go anywhere
With you.
But it wasn't
So tough then.
Maybe cause now
Its not the correct people.
The wrong company.
I need to sing out loud.
Scream.
Yell.
Jump.
Take me away
From this place
I'll go anywhere
With you.
Sunday, 20 May 2007
Meanie
Sometimes I wonder
How they think of me
As a person.
Am i rude
Unhappy
Selfish
A meanie
In their eyes?
Cause I don't know
How to communicate
To interact with them.
I find it too hard
Too tough
Too much of a task.
So if that's what
They think of me
I can't help it
That's the way I am.
You won't know the real me
Unless you get close enough.
But I don't think you can.
You just can't get through
This invisbible barrier
That separates us.
It just has to melt off by itself
Someday.
Perhaps.
How they think of me
As a person.
Am i rude
Unhappy
Selfish
A meanie
In their eyes?
Cause I don't know
How to communicate
To interact with them.
I find it too hard
Too tough
Too much of a task.
So if that's what
They think of me
I can't help it
That's the way I am.
You won't know the real me
Unless you get close enough.
But I don't think you can.
You just can't get through
This invisbible barrier
That separates us.
It just has to melt off by itself
Someday.
Perhaps.
Back to the Past
I wanna go back to the past
My lovely hometown
Where I had lived
For the first eight years of my life.
I love my hometown.
The trees
The stray cats
We feed with our leftover dinner.
The night is great.
Breeezy.
Relaxed.
Eating the persimmons
My mom sliced for me
When I begged her to.
Perhaps its the age
It was so carefree
No worries
Things go by smoothly
Time never runs out.
I play with my dolls
Day and night
School, home, sleep.
No rush.
Is it really?
They say
You get more responsiblilities
As you grow older
And I was left wondering
Time runs out as quickly too
Ain't it?
Then I would rather not grow up
Be a lil' baby
A toddler
In my mom's arms
Nothing for me to worry about
Living in my own world
Sweet dreams every night.
But I guess I don't need to go back to the past.
No i don't need a time-traveller machine
Or any shit.
Cause I'm already
Living in the past.
I can't help it.
My lovely hometown
Where I had lived
For the first eight years of my life.
I love my hometown.
The trees
The stray cats
We feed with our leftover dinner.
The night is great.
Breeezy.
Relaxed.
Eating the persimmons
My mom sliced for me
When I begged her to.
Perhaps its the age
It was so carefree
No worries
Things go by smoothly
Time never runs out.
I play with my dolls
Day and night
School, home, sleep.
No rush.
Is it really?
They say
You get more responsiblilities
As you grow older
And I was left wondering
Time runs out as quickly too
Ain't it?
Then I would rather not grow up
Be a lil' baby
A toddler
In my mom's arms
Nothing for me to worry about
Living in my own world
Sweet dreams every night.
But I guess I don't need to go back to the past.
No i don't need a time-traveller machine
Or any shit.
Cause I'm already
Living in the past.
I can't help it.
I Could Tell
You bitch
I know what you're all about
Right from the start
I know
I could tell
I could see
Now I know I'm right.
I'm not blaming anyone.
He's stupid for believing that
Everyone's fair and kind.
Wake up.
This is the real world.
The society.
So now you're backstabbing him.
Going up from behind
Pushing it in
Mercilessly
Ruthlessly.
Him not knowing who did it.
I wasn't wrong about you, was I?
I know what you're all about
Right from the start
I know
I could tell
I could see
Now I know I'm right.
I'm not blaming anyone.
He's stupid for believing that
Everyone's fair and kind.
Wake up.
This is the real world.
The society.
So now you're backstabbing him.
Going up from behind
Pushing it in
Mercilessly
Ruthlessly.
Him not knowing who did it.
I wasn't wrong about you, was I?
Tragedy Strikes
I can't take in anything anymore.
My brain is gonna burst
With all these information
All these shit
All these nonsense
Which don't stop coming.
I must never forget anything
Cause it'll be a tragedy.
I don't want that to happen.
I'm going to die soon.
My brain is gonna burst
With all these information
All these shit
All these nonsense
Which don't stop coming.
I must never forget anything
Cause it'll be a tragedy.
I don't want that to happen.
I'm going to die soon.
Sigh Sigh Sigh
It's so bad right now,
When's my holiday?
All gone.
I'd rather go back to work.
And earn money.
And not sit in the class
With those fucking idiots.
I don't trust anyone.
Not anymore.
That's why
I'm pushing everything to myself.
They say it's
All backstabbing.
No real friends.
Only fakers.
For show.
There's no one there
Whom i can relate to.
I'm all alone.
I need time.
But I'm running out of time.
Please don't leave me, my friend.
Friends for life, baby.
When's my holiday?
All gone.
I'd rather go back to work.
And earn money.
And not sit in the class
With those fucking idiots.
I don't trust anyone.
Not anymore.
That's why
I'm pushing everything to myself.
They say it's
All backstabbing.
No real friends.
Only fakers.
For show.
There's no one there
Whom i can relate to.
I'm all alone.
I need time.
But I'm running out of time.
Please don't leave me, my friend.
Friends for life, baby.
I Love Gold
I love gold.
I love jade.
I love anything old.
That reminds me of the past.
I'm gonna take out the first pair of earrings i ever had.
Which my mother got for me when I was six.
Gold.
And wear them.
I love gold.
I love jade.
I love anything old.
That reminds me of the past.
I'm gonna take out the first pair of earrings i ever had.
Which my mother got for me when I was six.
Gold.
And wear them.
I love gold.
I Need A Break
Why does time pass so slowly when you are suffering in silence for every second of it?
Why do happy times fly by so quickly?
When's my holiday gonna come?
I need a break.
Seriously.
Or I'm gonna break.
Why do happy times fly by so quickly?
When's my holiday gonna come?
I need a break.
Seriously.
Or I'm gonna break.
Saturday, 19 May 2007
Sigh Sigh.
It's hard to survive
Nobody cares about you.
Everyone's selfish
Sometimes I wonder if
It would be the same
If I were in some other place.
I won't stoop to your level
Licking their boots
To get into their favour
I'm frank
Sometimes too frank
That I've hurt your feelings
But I'm glad
I've said what i wanna say.
And I'm proud of it.
At most I'd have no friends.
But I have you guys.
And that's enough.
You not only my friends.
You're my family
Part of my life.
Thank you guys.
Nobody cares about you.
Everyone's selfish
Sometimes I wonder if
It would be the same
If I were in some other place.
I won't stoop to your level
Licking their boots
To get into their favour
I'm frank
Sometimes too frank
That I've hurt your feelings
But I'm glad
I've said what i wanna say.
And I'm proud of it.
At most I'd have no friends.
But I have you guys.
And that's enough.
You not only my friends.
You're my family
Part of my life.
Thank you guys.
Sigh.
I cant stop.
I can't help feeling negative
At this stage of life.
About all these around me.
About school.
About friends.
I can't help feeling negative
At this stage of life.
About all these around me.
About school.
About friends.
Grow Up
You.
Why are you agreeing with everything they say?
Do you wanna be part of the popular league too?
Do you wish to be accepted?
You are so desperate
Making all that effort
To get in
To join them all.
All you say is "yes", "yah"
And all those bullshit
Those unconstructive comments.
But I've got to tell you
I'm gonna hurt you by saying this
You aren't going any closer.
You're just afraid
Of being lonely and left out.
You are a waste of human flesh.
Grow up, kid.
Why are you agreeing with everything they say?
Do you wanna be part of the popular league too?
Do you wish to be accepted?
You are so desperate
Making all that effort
To get in
To join them all.
All you say is "yes", "yah"
And all those bullshit
Those unconstructive comments.
But I've got to tell you
I'm gonna hurt you by saying this
You aren't going any closer.
You're just afraid
Of being lonely and left out.
You are a waste of human flesh.
Grow up, kid.
I Know
I know that you don't like me
Yeah I can tell.
You started from being generous
To answering for the sake
Of presenting yourself as friendly.
You don't want to let others think
That you're impolite
Do you?
I know.
I know all about it.
It's so obvious.
Doesn't matter.
I'm starting to hate you too.
Long before you did.
I hate the way you talk
Like you are running out of breath.
Purposely making it sound hoarse and graspy.
I don't even know why
You're doing that.
Stop behaving like you are an angmoh kid
Like you are so pro in everything
Everything and anything
When you always get the facts all wrong
You get chastised by the lecturer.
And that's when you start complaining
And pitying yourself
As the one the lecturer is biased to.
And blaming it all on her.
Ha.
What a poor fashion sense you have.
Wearing stripes with stripes
Wearing a long skirt on your short stumpy legs.
At least i don't do that.
You think you're great.
You wanna teach people stuff
But you're a fucking bitch
Who knows nothing
And you're almost late for class everyday.
Don't blame me
For doing this
Cause I say what i think.
Don't force me
To hate you even more.
Yeah I can tell.
You started from being generous
To answering for the sake
Of presenting yourself as friendly.
You don't want to let others think
That you're impolite
Do you?
I know.
I know all about it.
It's so obvious.
Doesn't matter.
I'm starting to hate you too.
Long before you did.
I hate the way you talk
Like you are running out of breath.
Purposely making it sound hoarse and graspy.
I don't even know why
You're doing that.
Stop behaving like you are an angmoh kid
Like you are so pro in everything
Everything and anything
When you always get the facts all wrong
You get chastised by the lecturer.
And that's when you start complaining
And pitying yourself
As the one the lecturer is biased to.
And blaming it all on her.
Ha.
What a poor fashion sense you have.
Wearing stripes with stripes
Wearing a long skirt on your short stumpy legs.
At least i don't do that.
You think you're great.
You wanna teach people stuff
But you're a fucking bitch
Who knows nothing
And you're almost late for class everyday.
Don't blame me
For doing this
Cause I say what i think.
Don't force me
To hate you even more.
Sorry, Thank You.
Sorry to those that I've hurt.
Sorry to those I've neglected.
Sorry.
Thank you to those who've forgiven me for hurting you.
Thank you to those who've forgiven me for neglecting you.
Thank you.
Disclaimer:
The above is only dedicated to a few people in the world I love and can't live without. Not the others.
Sorry to those I've neglected.
Sorry.
Thank you to those who've forgiven me for hurting you.
Thank you to those who've forgiven me for neglecting you.
Thank you.
Disclaimer:
The above is only dedicated to a few people in the world I love and can't live without. Not the others.
Stupid Girl
You dress up like a slut.
You talk like a slut.
You move like a slut.
Stupid Ah Lian.
You borrow my paper
Borrow my notes
Borrow my needles
You take them all.
And I don't get them back.
You stupid girl.
I don't give a damn.
I'm not afraid
To let you see my unpleasant look
Only directed at you.
You stupid bitch.
Now you got your desserts.
You stupid girl.
You talk like a slut.
You move like a slut.
Stupid Ah Lian.
You borrow my paper
Borrow my notes
Borrow my needles
You take them all.
And I don't get them back.
You stupid girl.
I don't give a damn.
I'm not afraid
To let you see my unpleasant look
Only directed at you.
You stupid bitch.
Now you got your desserts.
You stupid girl.
Those Kind Of Girl
She's those kind of girl
A pretty face
And it makes your world.
Silky long hair
You love it so much.
Sweet lil' voice
And lips so moist.
You wanna participate in everything
Every conversation, every event.
Now you're part of the popular league
I know you love it.
Don't you?
You love the attention.
You will get it
When you're wearing
Your billowy and flowy skirt
With sneakers.
You guys
Don't you love her so much?
I hate her.
I hate your voice.
I hate your looks.
I hate your gestures.
I hate the way you move.
You better get lost
From my sight
You fucking bitch.
A pretty face
And it makes your world.
Silky long hair
You love it so much.
Sweet lil' voice
And lips so moist.
You wanna participate in everything
Every conversation, every event.
Now you're part of the popular league
I know you love it.
Don't you?
You love the attention.
You will get it
When you're wearing
Your billowy and flowy skirt
With sneakers.
You guys
Don't you love her so much?
I hate her.
I hate your voice.
I hate your looks.
I hate your gestures.
I hate the way you move.
You better get lost
From my sight
You fucking bitch.
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
It's Okay
Here I am
At the supermarket
I feel like grabbing one
Of those cans
Sitting there on the rack.
I know
I can't possibly
Drown my sorrows.
It's just temporary.
But that's the only way to escape
It's the only thing
I could get in my capacity.
Or do you
Expect me to hide
Behind the facade
Or listen and bide?
It's okay
If you don't understand me.
I can't force you to.
I will find my own way out.
At the supermarket
I feel like grabbing one
Of those cans
Sitting there on the rack.
I know
I can't possibly
Drown my sorrows.
It's just temporary.
But that's the only way to escape
It's the only thing
I could get in my capacity.
Or do you
Expect me to hide
Behind the facade
Or listen and bide?
It's okay
If you don't understand me.
I can't force you to.
I will find my own way out.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
I Can't
This is
A rough patch.
But i must get out
I can't stay this way forever
Stuck here forever
Or i'm gonna sink deeper.
I'm not myself.
I can only be so
When i'm at home
And when i'm with you guys.
Not with that bunch.
Deep down inside
I really hope
That I can mingle
With you people
But I can't.
I tried to.
Sorry.
I can't do it.
There's nothing i could do about it.
Life's so hard
It's so hard to live.
A rough patch.
But i must get out
I can't stay this way forever
Stuck here forever
Or i'm gonna sink deeper.
I'm not myself.
I can only be so
When i'm at home
And when i'm with you guys.
Not with that bunch.
Deep down inside
I really hope
That I can mingle
With you people
But I can't.
I tried to.
Sorry.
I can't do it.
There's nothing i could do about it.
Life's so hard
It's so hard to live.
Gummy Days
Today is a Sunday. Let's talk about what happened yesterday.
12 May 2007, Saturday
Today's aim is to shop for fabrics. So firstly, we took the train to Little India, and walked to Arab Street. Along the way we passed by Tekka Market and Tekka Mall. I went for face-threading. First Time. Reached Arab after much perspiration. Went around in circles and found what i wanted.
We had a tough time searching for Haji Lane, when it was right beside us. We settled for lunch at a Mediterranean/Indian/Mexican restaurant. Doesn't taste well. There's a weird taste.
Then we went shopping at Haji Lane. The clothes and accessories are mostly for women in their twenties, so we didn't buy anything.
Next stop, to Chinatown. Nicky bought her woven bag, and we made our way home. It was about 6.30pm. We took the train at the Chinatown station. One man came in after us. Nicky was seated near the glass pane, and i was seated next to her, and there was an empty seat next to me. I saw the man walking around unintentionally. I was focused on my handphone and we were focused on taking photos with our handphones, so i didn't notice him much. The man sat down next to me at the next stop. He started babbling about "Why you live in Sengkang" and a lot of stuff. I simply thought he was talking on the phone.
We continued taking photos, and the worst happened. He started to ask us "What kind of reationship are you?" and he kept repeating that question. I just ignored him as if he were transparent. He then bent down and looked in our direction, chanting and chanting more and more. I still turned around to look at him a few times haha. Then he started to churn out more shit. "Why are you all dressed the same?" "Couple wear ah?" "Why don't answer my qusetion? Dumd ah?" He spoke in a mixture of English and Mandarin and a lil bit of Hokkien. "Is it something happen to your parents? You all have the(pointing to the sleeve) paste here ah?[I think he actually means the "cloth" people wear when their kin has passed away." Damn I was damn damn damn pissed off with him. But I did not respond. Cause he's mad. Who knows what he'll do. I'm not afraid of physical punches or anything; I was just afraid that he has a knife. After all, he's mad. And he continued blabbing about the same thing over and over again. Then Nicky was telling me to get off at the next stop, and the madman suddenly struck out a fist in front of me at Nicky, saying "You don't speak Hokkien! This is threaten you. I tell you. You speak some more Hokkien I beat you!" when all the while she was speaking English. Oh my god. This man must have gotten through some trauma.
Finally we reached Kovan (Nicky was meeting her family for dinner) and i waited for the next train. I went crazy once I got out of the train. Oh my goodness. Then Nicky wondered if I would meet him at Sengkang, cause he mentioned "Sengkang". Oops.
Ok nothing happened after that. I reached home safely. Told my papa mama about it. Then did I realise we should have gotten out of our seats earlier as my papa said. Haha. And not get saliva all over half side of my face.
Woah. What a day. A "Heritage Tour" and "An Encounter With a Spit-spitting Monster".
Dead tired.
13 May 2007, Sunday
Today is Mothers' Day. I'm still working on my project. We'll be going for the celebration later after I've completed my project.
Sigh. I wish Monday doesn't come so quickly.
12 May 2007, Saturday
Today's aim is to shop for fabrics. So firstly, we took the train to Little India, and walked to Arab Street. Along the way we passed by Tekka Market and Tekka Mall. I went for face-threading. First Time. Reached Arab after much perspiration. Went around in circles and found what i wanted.
We had a tough time searching for Haji Lane, when it was right beside us. We settled for lunch at a Mediterranean/Indian/Mexican restaurant. Doesn't taste well. There's a weird taste.
Then we went shopping at Haji Lane. The clothes and accessories are mostly for women in their twenties, so we didn't buy anything.
Next stop, to Chinatown. Nicky bought her woven bag, and we made our way home. It was about 6.30pm. We took the train at the Chinatown station. One man came in after us. Nicky was seated near the glass pane, and i was seated next to her, and there was an empty seat next to me. I saw the man walking around unintentionally. I was focused on my handphone and we were focused on taking photos with our handphones, so i didn't notice him much. The man sat down next to me at the next stop. He started babbling about "Why you live in Sengkang" and a lot of stuff. I simply thought he was talking on the phone.
We continued taking photos, and the worst happened. He started to ask us "What kind of reationship are you?" and he kept repeating that question. I just ignored him as if he were transparent. He then bent down and looked in our direction, chanting and chanting more and more. I still turned around to look at him a few times haha. Then he started to churn out more shit. "Why are you all dressed the same?" "Couple wear ah?" "Why don't answer my qusetion? Dumd ah?" He spoke in a mixture of English and Mandarin and a lil bit of Hokkien. "Is it something happen to your parents? You all have the(pointing to the sleeve) paste here ah?[I think he actually means the "cloth" people wear when their kin has passed away." Damn I was damn damn damn pissed off with him. But I did not respond. Cause he's mad. Who knows what he'll do. I'm not afraid of physical punches or anything; I was just afraid that he has a knife. After all, he's mad. And he continued blabbing about the same thing over and over again. Then Nicky was telling me to get off at the next stop, and the madman suddenly struck out a fist in front of me at Nicky, saying "You don't speak Hokkien! This is threaten you. I tell you. You speak some more Hokkien I beat you!" when all the while she was speaking English. Oh my god. This man must have gotten through some trauma.
Finally we reached Kovan (Nicky was meeting her family for dinner) and i waited for the next train. I went crazy once I got out of the train. Oh my goodness. Then Nicky wondered if I would meet him at Sengkang, cause he mentioned "Sengkang". Oops.
Ok nothing happened after that. I reached home safely. Told my papa mama about it. Then did I realise we should have gotten out of our seats earlier as my papa said. Haha. And not get saliva all over half side of my face.
Woah. What a day. A "Heritage Tour" and "An Encounter With a Spit-spitting Monster".
Dead tired.
13 May 2007, Sunday
Today is Mothers' Day. I'm still working on my project. We'll be going for the celebration later after I've completed my project.
Sigh. I wish Monday doesn't come so quickly.
Thursday, 10 May 2007
Let Me
I can't get out of this shit.
I don't believe.
I wanna let it go.
But no
I don't trust myself.
I can't do it.
Let me drift
Let me sink
Let me drown
In my own sorrows.
Let me go on my own
Breathe
Get out of this place.
Let me live.
Yeah
Please.
I don't believe.
I wanna let it go.
But no
I don't trust myself.
I can't do it.
Let me drift
Let me sink
Let me drown
In my own sorrows.
Let me go on my own
Breathe
Get out of this place.
Let me live.
Yeah
Please.
Too Much
Perhaps it's too much
At one time.
It just doesn't come alone
No i don't whine.
Perhaps
Maybe
It's too much of an accumulation
Such that it is overwhelming
Leaving me no space to breathe.
Why am I
The only one
Going through this shit
When others aren't?
They are happy
I think
They are united
I believe.
It's all weighing me down.
I'm sinking in
Into the deep abyss.
No one can help me.
And i don't wanna save myself.
At one time.
It just doesn't come alone
No i don't whine.
Perhaps
Maybe
It's too much of an accumulation
Such that it is overwhelming
Leaving me no space to breathe.
Why am I
The only one
Going through this shit
When others aren't?
They are happy
I think
They are united
I believe.
It's all weighing me down.
I'm sinking in
Into the deep abyss.
No one can help me.
And i don't wanna save myself.
Wednesday, 9 May 2007
So What?
I wonder why
They're acting like this
They really hate her
Don't they?
So what if she's a superstar?
So what if she's a big deal?
Are you intimidated?
Are you jealous?
Stop criticising people
When you aren't that great yourself.
Look in the mirror
Look at your own self.
Maybe you're just jealous
You don't have what she has.
You can't have everything you want
You know.
Blame yourself for it
You green-eyed demon.
They're acting like this
They really hate her
Don't they?
So what if she's a superstar?
So what if she's a big deal?
Are you intimidated?
Are you jealous?
Stop criticising people
When you aren't that great yourself.
Look in the mirror
Look at your own self.
Maybe you're just jealous
You don't have what she has.
You can't have everything you want
You know.
Blame yourself for it
You green-eyed demon.
Them
What will they do
When they find out who I really am?
How will they think
If they find out it's all a pretence
All along?
I wanna know.
Will they really
See through me?
No i won't let them
I'm not really free.
I should be
Gathering with them for lunch.
I should be
Speaking up in group discussions
With the whole
But I don't.
And i won't.
I wonder so much
If things will get better.
It doesn't matter much anyway
Cause I don't really bother.
I gonna sleep on it
And hope it would be forgotten.
All erased
From my lethargic mind.
When they find out who I really am?
How will they think
If they find out it's all a pretence
All along?
I wanna know.
Will they really
See through me?
No i won't let them
I'm not really free.
I should be
Gathering with them for lunch.
I should be
Speaking up in group discussions
With the whole
But I don't.
And i won't.
I wonder so much
If things will get better.
It doesn't matter much anyway
Cause I don't really bother.
I gonna sleep on it
And hope it would be forgotten.
All erased
From my lethargic mind.
Wait
It takes nothing
To trigger it.
It won't stop
And I shall wait.
I will wait
I will see.
It's a damn big hurdle.
I hope I can jump over it.
I do so.
I will wait and see.
Things will meet
A conclusion
I guess.
To trigger it.
It won't stop
And I shall wait.
I will wait
I will see.
It's a damn big hurdle.
I hope I can jump over it.
I do so.
I will wait and see.
Things will meet
A conclusion
I guess.
Anything
Anything
All the little things
We do together.
Those little winks.
So insignificant
Yet so timeless.
I love all of you.
T, M, A.
My classmates
My schoolmates.
Thank you.
All the little things
We do together.
Those little winks.
So insignificant
Yet so timeless.
I love all of you.
T, M, A.
My classmates
My schoolmates.
Thank you.
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