life update in brief:
1. exams are over; and i'm slowly learning to deal with my freedom. it's a feel-good adjustment, as compared to pre-exams when i had to adjust to working hard. haha.. it's good fun now. life is (more of a) joy.
2. grandparents are staying at my place while their's is being renovated. quite fun. it's been ages since my granddad came over. every morning i wake up at 11plus and come out of my room, an absolute bedhead, and say: HI!!!! to my grandpa and i start laughing cos he looks so amused at me. i think he wonders how i can wake up so late (i hope it's not my hair anyway). and he announces to everyone else that: da xiao jie qi lai le. ahaha. i feel like a mini empress! well. i always knew i am a princess cos terence tells me so. now i'm a princess in a different cultural context. ahhaa..
3. i permed my hair recently. i know 'perm' still carries a very strong ah-soh undertone, the same way 'rebond' recalls to mind schooling lians. but reiterating what they always advise in beauty mags: tell the hairstylist what you want. be precise and don't be persuaded if you know what you want. today someone asked me if the curling of my hair is natural. AWWW! you see. you get what you want if you only ask. perfect.
4. thot of probably looking for some part-time work come june. for now, i'm quite content to focus on three upcoming events: 5th year anniversary celebrations with TK, making a banner for dear car who is in the finals of fei chang Superband (haha. i am absolutely cheena-fied sometimes, if you must know) and providing the support, and a trip to hk. looking up on Nars cosmetics and H&M (which, as mentioned, i found to be overrated when i finally saw the brand in London and therefore i hope this time will prove itself better). Nars is a fab brand. i use Scarlet Empress, a blue-ish red lipstick that is perfect in brightening up my yellow skin tone. immediately i look white when i put it on. hahaa. not ghostly white. just snow-white white. HAHAHA. so i say. lala. i discovered the lippie while reading UK Glamour. never before have I been so stunned by a lip colour. i saw it and had to get it even though i could not try it on myself and even though it was 17 pounds ( approx SG$51), which is a ghastly price for a lipstick. but i took a risk and it worked *beams
5. i removed the colour from my last pedicure. and oh no. my toe nails are monsters. all ten of them. i have never seen such ugly things. just as well my next appt is coming up. nice to know that all i have to worry abt now are such trivial things as what colour to paint next. for now. i'm not saying that these are my most urgent thots all the time.
6. current booklist: a compilation of Sherlock Holmes, and Eat,Pray,Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. new mag discovery: a fashion weekly with a little bit of tabloid from the UK, Look magazine. it is the best thing. minimal words. lotsa product pics and fashion spreads and gorgeous (slim) celebs like Cheryl Cole, Kate Moss, Agyness Deyn. can be found in Kino.
Have a GREAT week ahead. and congratulations my friends, those who will be clearing their papers this coming week. Enjoy too!
Saturday, 3 May 2008
Friday, 18 April 2008
the midway monster
I mean, when I'm sitting there trying my darndest to focus on my very-challenging paper which requires me to identify 4 quotes from abt one million that we have covered in the syllabus, the least you can do Mr.Invigilator, is NOT sit in one corner and pick your nose right? It's so distracting!!! Do you know, dear reader, that I think I wasted about 5 min of my precious time glaring at him and willing him to stop when I could instead have started to wear my tired fingers out from writing olympics?
then when he stood hovering near my table, I found out why he was picking away with such fervour and enthusiasm. ALOT OF NOSTRIL HAIR!! omg. I mean, ok man. It must've been hard work foraging through that forest! To think that I was so cruel in almost wanting to ask ANOTHER invigilator to tell him to stop. I am so mean. But you know. Exams bring out the worst in people. And I never was for public nose-picking, as I'm sure many of you are too.
and then say, ten minutes later I looked up to check the time on the big clock and I saw him right in front of the hall, picking his ears. Or is the term 'digging his ears'? I'm not sure. Same same but different but EQUALLY gross. I have never seen so much bad behaviour in a day. Absolutely terrifying.
I was hoping and crossing my fingers and toes that he would not be the one out of the maybe 8 invigilators in the exam hall who would check my matric card. I did not want him to touch any of my belongings!!!!!! ok well. He didn't. A lady invigilator did the job. yay.
so ok. this is day 2 of exams. I have 3 papers to go. I am getting increasingly happy by the day.
then when he stood hovering near my table, I found out why he was picking away with such fervour and enthusiasm. ALOT OF NOSTRIL HAIR!! omg. I mean, ok man. It must've been hard work foraging through that forest! To think that I was so cruel in almost wanting to ask ANOTHER invigilator to tell him to stop. I am so mean. But you know. Exams bring out the worst in people. And I never was for public nose-picking, as I'm sure many of you are too.
and then say, ten minutes later I looked up to check the time on the big clock and I saw him right in front of the hall, picking his ears. Or is the term 'digging his ears'? I'm not sure. Same same but different but EQUALLY gross. I have never seen so much bad behaviour in a day. Absolutely terrifying.
I was hoping and crossing my fingers and toes that he would not be the one out of the maybe 8 invigilators in the exam hall who would check my matric card. I did not want him to touch any of my belongings!!!!!! ok well. He didn't. A lady invigilator did the job. yay.
so ok. this is day 2 of exams. I have 3 papers to go. I am getting increasingly happy by the day.
Sunday, 13 April 2008
In the Spotlight this April!
well hello there =)
exams; tres au courant!
got 5 papers coming up and rather ill-prepared.
i'm trying not to be too lazy.
i can't say i'm succeeding. but i'm trying!
i can't stop being restless and fidgety.
am currently reading Lord Byron's Don Juan (contrary to popular belief, pronounced joo-an, not wan).
it's rather witty.
i bought a purse companion for my Guccisima wallet yesterday and was sufficiently cheered up from my boredom by it.
i fell in love with it sometime ago, hesitated (hoping to get one from the LV patent heart-shaped series), learnt that the LVs were all limited-edition and sold out, considered a Prada fire-engine red one, lamented that the heart wasn't symmetrical, then went back to Gucci. Alas. from a selection of colours of silver, purple, pale pink and off-white, only the off-whites were left at the Gucci standalones. they looked kinda dirty to me. and i foresaw myself dirtying them further. then aha! spotted the pale pink one at Gucci at Duty Free. got the last piece apart from the display one. oh yes. don't think it's visible from the photo but the zipper is heart-shaped too! =)
pale pink is the sweet sister, the berry-hued one more sexy and sophisticated (terence bought it for me maybe 2 years ago). so nicknames are lulu and lacey. their real names are lauren and loretta (say: lor-ron and lorrrreta, the italian way).
i love the smell of new leather.
ok back to my books. studying is abit evil. it makes me shop very impulsively and compulsively to 'reward' myself for my 'hard' work. i never fail to find things to spend on, no matter how impractical. someone enrol me for the shopping Olympics.
have a great week ahead
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
of not belonging. of self-alienation.
eh ok. i am not really done with my tirade here.
i want to discuss those who wear coloured contacts.
like green/light brown/purple/blue.
that sort of very unrealistic colours for Asians.
can i ask just WHO you are trying to fool?
and what exactly are your intentions behind looking so strange?
enlighten me.
i want to discuss those who wear coloured contacts.
like green/light brown/purple/blue.
that sort of very unrealistic colours for Asians.
can i ask just WHO you are trying to fool?
and what exactly are your intentions behind looking so strange?
enlighten me.
Monday, 24 March 2008
the rules of skinny.
well. someone sure didn't fool me with his overcompensating cockiness today. he only succeeded in justifying my self-congratulatory mental note that he is a PURE beng. i was right all along. don't have anth against bengs except if you are one who tries to fool others into thinking you're really well-read, smart and you know. fluent and well-spoken. in english. so. i hope said person gets a hold of his ridiculous self-assuredness. it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to shut up this morning. imagine that. so dangerous! someone stop me. and stop him from his warped ideas of body size. He called a slim friend fat. while he's obese. and a walking joke; as sauve and macho as porky pig can be.
on the topic of obesity, i might be on to sth REALLY bitchy now so stop reading if you're really pure and innocent. and i don't care for opposing views so don't bother. if you're a friend, this DOES NOT apply to you. it's my friends-exclusion policy that applies to all of my bitch fits.
you see. i get REALLY upset when i'm flipping through magazines that feature 'plus-sized' models in their fashion spreads. a swimsuit on a 'plus-sized' model is really vulgar by my books. to me, it is a major turn-off and COMPLETELY does not justify and even discredits the piece. 'plus-sized' is a politically-correct term that disgusts me. fat is fat. don't try this oh-the-new-term-for-secretary-is-now-executive-administration-officer thing on me. i don't buy such lies.
the fact is this. skinny models are the driving force behind this huge economy that is fashion. so people should stop the whole "let's not teach our young that this is the size to be!" outcry. PLEASE. that the young are easily-influenced and impressionable is too much of a sorry excuse for every crazy teen who starves herself to death/ghastliness in the quest to be thin. i believe that models either work really hard to maintain their physique because their livelihood depends on it, or are just natural beanpoles. and well, if they are indeed eating what is barely enough for their bodies, then you can't really label them as air-heads can you? because AT LEAST they know how far they can go before the symptoms appear and people call their bluff. if teenagers (or immature adults) cannot discern, that is another issue altogether.
fashion spreads are exaggerations (NOT the equivalent of a delusion as per above.) and the body sizes featured don't necessarily translate to that of the average person we see on the road. SO WHAT. if you are that interested in seeing "the real thing", go people-watch for your very own touch-of-reality fashion spread then. and i'm sure that the majority of high fashion is not wearable anyway. haute couture, wearing neon pink, orange and yellow in one outfit, the laughable headgear and accessories etc. they are meant to be artistic expressions, a means to inspire what we wear amidst the inability to incorporate the trends wholesale into everyday wear. and thin models just make clothes look better. full-stop. the larger-sized population will simply go out and buy that SAME runway-inspired piece in a bigger size. people with poor body image just better go deal with it elsewhere and quit whining.
if people want reality so much, then let's try putting clothes on really average-looking and fat "models". If you think the pieces will STILL sell, then i am sorry to say that i do not understand your foreign thoughts. and if, better yet, you think that people will go "finally! what a refreshing change. the clothes appeal to me so much more now!", then i think you can proceed to change planet (psst. this is EARTH!). don't lie to yourself. we all know that the ONLY reason why a selection of fat models are allowed into our glossies is this: that they remain a mere fraction of the saturation of stick-thin models in the pages. fat models are a novelty, and those lobbying for them to be a norm on the catwalks and the magazines shld stop wasting their precious time and face the reality of exaggeration in an art form that only succeeds when it uses thin models as artistic devices. no other size works.
i'll ask you this. if you HAD to choose, which do you think is more attractive: fat or skinny? i know my choice. i really wouldn't rather be stretching my clothes thin. i'll rather be a walking hanger. suit yourself.
there. i feel better. now i think i can face my last 2 weeks of school. if you cannot accept my opinion, don't visit anymore.
on the topic of obesity, i might be on to sth REALLY bitchy now so stop reading if you're really pure and innocent. and i don't care for opposing views so don't bother. if you're a friend, this DOES NOT apply to you. it's my friends-exclusion policy that applies to all of my bitch fits.
you see. i get REALLY upset when i'm flipping through magazines that feature 'plus-sized' models in their fashion spreads. a swimsuit on a 'plus-sized' model is really vulgar by my books. to me, it is a major turn-off and COMPLETELY does not justify and even discredits the piece. 'plus-sized' is a politically-correct term that disgusts me. fat is fat. don't try this oh-the-new-term-for-secretary-is-now-executive-administration-officer thing on me. i don't buy such lies.
the fact is this. skinny models are the driving force behind this huge economy that is fashion. so people should stop the whole "let's not teach our young that this is the size to be!" outcry. PLEASE. that the young are easily-influenced and impressionable is too much of a sorry excuse for every crazy teen who starves herself to death/ghastliness in the quest to be thin. i believe that models either work really hard to maintain their physique because their livelihood depends on it, or are just natural beanpoles. and well, if they are indeed eating what is barely enough for their bodies, then you can't really label them as air-heads can you? because AT LEAST they know how far they can go before the symptoms appear and people call their bluff. if teenagers (or immature adults) cannot discern, that is another issue altogether.
fashion spreads are exaggerations (NOT the equivalent of a delusion as per above.) and the body sizes featured don't necessarily translate to that of the average person we see on the road. SO WHAT. if you are that interested in seeing "the real thing", go people-watch for your very own touch-of-reality fashion spread then. and i'm sure that the majority of high fashion is not wearable anyway. haute couture, wearing neon pink, orange and yellow in one outfit, the laughable headgear and accessories etc. they are meant to be artistic expressions, a means to inspire what we wear amidst the inability to incorporate the trends wholesale into everyday wear. and thin models just make clothes look better. full-stop. the larger-sized population will simply go out and buy that SAME runway-inspired piece in a bigger size. people with poor body image just better go deal with it elsewhere and quit whining.
if people want reality so much, then let's try putting clothes on really average-looking and fat "models". If you think the pieces will STILL sell, then i am sorry to say that i do not understand your foreign thoughts. and if, better yet, you think that people will go "finally! what a refreshing change. the clothes appeal to me so much more now!", then i think you can proceed to change planet (psst. this is EARTH!). don't lie to yourself. we all know that the ONLY reason why a selection of fat models are allowed into our glossies is this: that they remain a mere fraction of the saturation of stick-thin models in the pages. fat models are a novelty, and those lobbying for them to be a norm on the catwalks and the magazines shld stop wasting their precious time and face the reality of exaggeration in an art form that only succeeds when it uses thin models as artistic devices. no other size works.
i'll ask you this. if you HAD to choose, which do you think is more attractive: fat or skinny? i know my choice. i really wouldn't rather be stretching my clothes thin. i'll rather be a walking hanger. suit yourself.
there. i feel better. now i think i can face my last 2 weeks of school. if you cannot accept my opinion, don't visit anymore.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
essays are in VOGUE for spring/summer'08!
i'm currently working on my Victorian Lit. essay; i chose to do a close reading of The Adventure of The Speckled Band, a Sherlock Holmes story. the lovely thing abt literature is what you can uncover inside something that superficially looks so empty, devoid of deeper meaning. i mean, i read it (it's a short text) and although i was captured by Holmes' genius, i was wondering how i cld derive an 800-word (yes, short essay i've been told) paper from some detective fiction. but the undertones are aplenty, stereotypes of the east abound and i'm quite excited to finish formulating my work and handing it up. and then sighing to myself in delight. 2 papers down, 2 to go. let me shop to reward my progress =)
i've been trying to work on my dressing table instead of my bed cos i feel rather lazy lying on my belly all day (plus ALL my magazines are within reach so i get distracted easily). haha. but my dressing table is very distracting too. although it's not really a dressing table cos there's no mirror (it faces my bed you see. don't like mirrors facing my bed!) it's the girliest thing, complete with all my pink bottles of perfume (dior addict 2, gucci's envy me, agent provocateur's eau emotionelle, kate moss edt, sarah jessica parker's lovely and escada's ibiza hippie, just to name some of them) and my cosmetics collectibles. then all my accessories, my pink pen collection in a giant glass cup from Hard Rock London, and a figurine (not sure if it's wax) of terence and i in traditional chinese wedding garb. he had it done for me in china and it's been customized with our faces (he passed a photo of us to the sculptor). hahaha. it fascinates and amuses everyone who sees it. i'll take a pic of my dressing table some day and put it up.
i have been chastised for being materialistic. and i know some people think that abt me but don't say. i tend to buy stuff sometimes for decorative purposes (and even cos i just simply like the name; i.e. my new Clinique lippie A Dozen Roses) but i think that's ok. i mean, i know i've a tendency to just hoard and hoard even though i've already got plenty of bags/clothes/pretty stuff. but i'm a girly girl, and ok. don't believe in horoscope but librans are known to love beauty. i see colour, shine, bows, butterfly motifs, florals and i go slightly mad. haha. HAVE TO GET IT. well. i cherish very much the acquisition of knowledge now that i've found sth i really love dg, i cherish the relationships that are impt to me, i cherish my faith, and i think i have alot of compassion. and i love dogs. so i think i'm ok. call me what you like =) life's too short to hold back. life's too short to just pass over that dress you love and thereafter dwell upon and regret your decision when you see it on someone else. on someone else who doesn't do the dress any justice. hahaa! that's just me anyway.
shall excuse myself now. i have abt 650 words to go. yeeeha! have a great long weekend ahead.
i've been trying to work on my dressing table instead of my bed cos i feel rather lazy lying on my belly all day (plus ALL my magazines are within reach so i get distracted easily). haha. but my dressing table is very distracting too. although it's not really a dressing table cos there's no mirror (it faces my bed you see. don't like mirrors facing my bed!) it's the girliest thing, complete with all my pink bottles of perfume (dior addict 2, gucci's envy me, agent provocateur's eau emotionelle, kate moss edt, sarah jessica parker's lovely and escada's ibiza hippie, just to name some of them) and my cosmetics collectibles. then all my accessories, my pink pen collection in a giant glass cup from Hard Rock London, and a figurine (not sure if it's wax) of terence and i in traditional chinese wedding garb. he had it done for me in china and it's been customized with our faces (he passed a photo of us to the sculptor). hahaha. it fascinates and amuses everyone who sees it. i'll take a pic of my dressing table some day and put it up.
i have been chastised for being materialistic. and i know some people think that abt me but don't say. i tend to buy stuff sometimes for decorative purposes (and even cos i just simply like the name; i.e. my new Clinique lippie A Dozen Roses) but i think that's ok. i mean, i know i've a tendency to just hoard and hoard even though i've already got plenty of bags/clothes/pretty stuff. but i'm a girly girl, and ok. don't believe in horoscope but librans are known to love beauty. i see colour, shine, bows, butterfly motifs, florals and i go slightly mad. haha. HAVE TO GET IT. well. i cherish very much the acquisition of knowledge now that i've found sth i really love dg, i cherish the relationships that are impt to me, i cherish my faith, and i think i have alot of compassion. and i love dogs. so i think i'm ok. call me what you like =) life's too short to hold back. life's too short to just pass over that dress you love and thereafter dwell upon and regret your decision when you see it on someone else. on someone else who doesn't do the dress any justice. hahaa! that's just me anyway.
shall excuse myself now. i have abt 650 words to go. yeeeha! have a great long weekend ahead.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
grumps
the weather. is unbeleeeeeevably bitchy.
i get toe cramps from curling in my toes so that they don't touch the wet surface of my flip flops.
i wonder if that is instinctive? does everyone do that or just me? pls drop me a msg telling me how you deal with this crazy big thing called rain.
i rmb back in crescent, where my friends and i resented mass runs so much that we did rain chants/dances whenever the sky was threatening, cashing in on our moment. haha. sometimes we had our wishes, but mostly not.
i don't wish for rain now.
i am gg to scream, so cover your ears for i do get really loud:
THIS IS FREAKIN' SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRING BACK MY SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok there. i feel better. you don't know what it's like reading all the glossy mags and it's summer in aussie, uk is headed for spring (well. supposedly. but the rain is mad there too i hear), and well. guess what. i think singapore is scheduled for some sun too? yup. so i see these to-drool-for fashion spreads of bikinis, light summer dresses, shorts, flip flops, florals and get excited for? for this amazing gloominess that is real life.
oh yay. my curled up toes are currently un-curling themselves in gladness.
i get toe cramps from curling in my toes so that they don't touch the wet surface of my flip flops.
i wonder if that is instinctive? does everyone do that or just me? pls drop me a msg telling me how you deal with this crazy big thing called rain.
i rmb back in crescent, where my friends and i resented mass runs so much that we did rain chants/dances whenever the sky was threatening, cashing in on our moment. haha. sometimes we had our wishes, but mostly not.
i don't wish for rain now.
i am gg to scream, so cover your ears for i do get really loud:
THIS IS FREAKIN' SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRING BACK MY SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok there. i feel better. you don't know what it's like reading all the glossy mags and it's summer in aussie, uk is headed for spring (well. supposedly. but the rain is mad there too i hear), and well. guess what. i think singapore is scheduled for some sun too? yup. so i see these to-drool-for fashion spreads of bikinis, light summer dresses, shorts, flip flops, florals and get excited for? for this amazing gloominess that is real life.
oh yay. my curled up toes are currently un-curling themselves in gladness.
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