tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53448562011-08-28T19:06:37.302+08:00x`pnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-57562284268007492152008-02-26T00:09:00.001+08:002008-02-26T00:10:52.433+08:00

I love the ease of moving over to a cleaner and more organized Wordpress blog. Yes dear friends, I have succumbed to wordpress.com. Find me here at http://livinglifelovingit.wordpress.comNo change, just a tweak. (:

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You know how it is when you tell people to be their true selves, and not mould to society's expectations of them. And by being true to themselves, they become a happier person.But what happens when a person's true self is utterly annoying and irritating to 90% of the people around him? Do we then tell him, "Hey, please change...you are utterly annoying and I cannot stand it." or do we grimace

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It is another one of those mornings where I rush to work, only to wait to rush. That seems to be life these days - rush to wait, wait to rush.I had the most interesting responses coming in when my one liner was up on MSN, ranging from a poetic continuation to my one-liner, to moral policemen in my life (what's new?) calling me in the middle of the night because they were convinced I had no more

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It dawned upon me that the company I hang out with these days are either attached, or married. Allowing my wild thoughts to surface, I also came to a conclusion that in general, I might very well end up being a fellow bitching partner to the females, and a much appreciated refreshing change to the men. The occasional dose of this refreshing change allows everybody to return to their partners with

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Beauty World...Cha Cha ChaIn summary, I thought it was a pretty good show with great female vocals, but sad to say I found the male (lead) vocals a little disappointing. I thought that pai-kia lookin' Ah Hock (Daren Tan) could have stretched his vocal range a little more, considering how limited and a little off-key he was when he was tired. Dwayne Tan, who played the other male lead, was truly

x`pnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-33041301332119416532008-01-19T01:54:00.000+08:002008-01-19T02:03:28.338+08:00

Kindness begets kindness; similarly, nonchalance brings about a little nudging, then nonchalance. Some people observe the 3-times rule - ask a girl out once, she says no, we try again. Ask a girl out consecutively for the third time, if she says no once more, there is no more questions asked. So ladies, be coy, but don't stretch it.They say, treat a girl too well and she takes advantage of the

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The very famous Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus book is not quite an interesting read as I thought it would be. Neither is it the bible of relationships, for it does not seemingly solve the fundamental problems of connecting and communicating with the other gender. Perhaps it does, for it highlights the basic and very general behavior of men and women if left to their own devices. Summary

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It may be a tad too late (or early, as some would put it), but I am slowly discovering places to chill, away from the mainstream wannabes Singaporeans. Overlooking the city's bright lights with a jazz singer in the background, I might...just perhaps feel like a vampire soaring above the city, in the dead of the night (not quite so dead, really).The beauty of such places lies in the ambience, the

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9 hours of work, 2 hours of travelling time, 7 hours of sleep. That leaves 5 hours of time for myself. 2 more hours shaved off for exercise/driving, that leaves 3 hours to catch up with friends, take a bath and perhaps crawl to bed.No wonder working people never do have a life, unless they sacrifice sleep. No wonder everybody ends up with eye-bags and dark circles. No...wonder....It gets

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2008. I step into the year, unsure and wary. I resolve to open myself up to those who matter, this year.2007. Too many taken-for-granted incidents, mishaps and sense of loss. I've lost myself a couple of these times, I don't ever want to have to find myself once more. 2007. Too many things happened. Good times, bad times. I don't know.2008. Still too many questions running through my head. You

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Love is...Love is patient.Love is kind.It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.(1 Corinthians 13:4-7) I always thought the Bible's definition of love is the most

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-72525487059633157502007-12-25T22:21:00.000+08:002007-12-25T23:45:15.889+08:00

Christmas 2007.This year's decoration is breath-taking, stunningly beautiful. It had better be, considering the amount they scrimped over the years with those gaudy golden moulds that used to flood Orchard Road. This year's theme resembled falling snowflakes, classy Christmas trees and elegantly tied ribbons.Christmas has never been much of a special occasion till good (I mean, great) company

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Every Christmas, I sing this song:Snowflakes fall And all is whiteSilvery mist, A lonely nightBells ringing clear, Christmas is hereCard in hand, I read the nameSuddenly I'm young againThinking of how fate led me to youFriends we were so long agoYou came into my lifeGuiding me at every stepHow you have grownSmiling still, my tears of joyWishing from my heartAll along that Christmas isTo you, a

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Lost in TranslationTalk is sexy (quoted from the GREAT jer) and I totally agree. Talk is sexy with its puns (intended or not), lingos, dry humour, innuendos, underlying meanings, layers of wit and all.The fundamental exchange of conversation between two people seems to be the basic requirement to really understanding a person. After all, what else but words (followed by actions) allows you to

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I want to dance on wings of loveI want to sing a song so sweet;It rings of souls entwined so deepTheir hearts their haven of dreams that weaveA life, a journey, when their hands and lips meet.I want a soul in tune with mineA soul who sings my thoughts divine;Of depth, of wisdom, of hearts combinedThat lingering touch, that stays behind.

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I was idly browsing through the past photos of Riley and Wiley when they were back in the same room as me. I thought how heart-warming it was to return to "home" after a horribly tired day, to see two little pairs of furry ears prick up when you open the door. Those darlings of mine were either lounging on different parts of the bed, on my chair, on my table or on the window pane. Or they would

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Today has been a good day. So good that I didn't want it to end tonight. That will most probably explain the unsettled feeling I feel as of now, as if I have yet to accomplish what I set out to do for today.It is funny how I live day by day these days. It is tragic to watch the world spin around their busy lives like how you have done for the past 15 years of growing up. It gets bitter-sweet when

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"...so, we were just saying...?"I just had a fabulous chat with one of my friends from NUS. I am still constantly amazed by how fast time passes, for friendships extend to 3 years and beyond already. We were talking about our friends (and ex-boy/girlfriends) getting married, having kids and blah blah. Goodness, we must be getting old really quickly. And I am only 22!And lately, I have been

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"...That is because, it is those relationships - family, romantic, etc. - that our inner child wounds are the most powerful. The little child within us does not feel worthy, feels defective and shameful, and is terrified of setting boundaries for fear everyone will leave. The other extreme of this phenomena is those of us who throw up huge walls to try to keep people from getting too close -

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Being a Woman; Embracing AlonenessThe reason why I am writing this is largely under the influence of a book I have speed-read in MPH bookstore today while waiting for my good ol' friend to turn up for lunch. The opening story of the book got me flipping for more, simply because I found myself nodding in agreement to most statements of what the author wrote, about women and their "needy" selves.As

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6th Stop - MilanThe throb of Milan lies in its Duomo, the church of Milan. Exhibiting true blue Gothicism in every way possible, there is nothing more that I can muster other than a "Oh My..." upon setting my eyes on what seemed like a miniature model from Lord of the Rings. Or my Gothic literature. Either one. Milano - fashion capital, indeed. The great weather allows coats, boots and

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And so we met again, this time as young adults maturing gracefully into our area of profession. Friendships of 14 years and more, it was only appropriate to open a modest bottle of wine to celebrate the occasion. A celebration of friendships, a celebration of us surviving Singapore's school system.We all went through that messed up, confused and self-discovery period, we dated guys, we discovered

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Life is an eternal journey of blessings.I thank God for blessing me with opportunities to live a comfortable life, for giving me a freelance job that I love, for realising my passion.For my mother, who is very slowly relaxing her iron grip on me. Someday, just someday, I will be able to sit down and talk to her about my problems - everything. My mum had not forced me into Science as much as she

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3rd stop - RomeAside from the popular saying of, "When in Rome, do as Romans do" which probably will require me to walk around in a gladiator's outfit, white cloth and nothing else - oh are we talking about the modern times now? Rome will take my entire life to understand its rich and colourful history of Roman sculptures, cathedrals and its magnificent marble buildings. It was only after seeing

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An angel of autumn, she seems. Sailing her own skies, soaring her own heights. There's Mother Nature, who brings winter to her nights. Mother Nature, her controlling force; no one else can. For it takes just a blink of an eye, a wave of the hand, for winter to sweep away the golden tan.------------------------------Perhaps she did not realise that her daughter has emotions more complex than what

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And so it begins, my recollection of Europe.1st Stop - Luzern; Switzerland3 weeks of feverish planning for Europe finally presented its reward – spacious seats upon Thai Airways and a picture-perfect view from Switzerland. The journey there wasn’t as bad as I anticipated, 12 hours of being up in the air flew by pretty quickly since I spent most of my time sleeping, watching movies and eating. I

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The latter part of the European adventure concluded in a series of late nights, friends and beautiful sceneries. Just when I thought I would only imagine them in books of Enid Blyton and the likes, driving along the M4 (into some random road) presented endless wooden stills, miles of green green pastures and plenty of (baa baa not-so-black) sheeps.Of course, there was also the morning fog that

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I've done it again.I locked us out of the room, in the name of "accidents" and "very unfortunate happenings". Just when I wanted so badly not to screw up, and to make a better day for both of us, I just HAD to screw up again.There have been too many jagged stones, too many forks in the road, too long and winding this path has turned out to be; our loads are heavy, the heart's a drag, our bodies

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The endless need to write continues to haunt me through the night, so strong that I am beginning to live the Barcelona way - those Spanish people don't ever sleep at night.The previous night was spent at a quaint and traditional Spanish house tasting beer and watching a friend of ours get high on 8 bottles of beer. Tonight, packing and getting ready to head to our next destination was high on the

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There's this place called Fondo in Barcelona which illuminates the streets of the chinkys, very appropriately nicknamed due to their China origins.Dining in a Chinese restaurant in Fondo (we missed the taste of oyster sauce, soya sauce and hot soup) brought us many curious stares from our fellow yellow-skinned creatures. "Fellow yellow-skinned" species as all of us are, I would not want be

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Just when I thought these things only happen in the movies - nah...its reality dished out on a nice platter for us.We ran for buses, trains and even our airplanes.We slept past our first train at 9.30am, and couldn't get on the next train to Madrid at 11.30am because seats were full. Drats.So here I am, chillin' the weekend away in Jayne's house and finally uploading 'em photos. Forgive the

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As many a thousand words that pictures can tell, I am too lazy to post up any. That is, if I survive through the night and decide to upload photos from the camera to the computer, then from the computer to the camera.Every country in Europe unveils its own treasures to me as I stroll through their streets, cultures and buildings. When one decides to conclude that all buildings in Europe look

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Life is a little overwhelming right now.Climbing up the Swiss Alps, barging through the ruins of Rome like 'em Romans do, frolicking up the countryside of Florence and trading my purse for a journey through Venice...Strutting down the high fashion streets of Milan and Paris, I find myself in silence along the boulevards of Paris. The falling autumn leaves rustle while pigeons that flock the

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And I turned into a gym rat today....It started when my mother wanted me to accompany her to California Fitness at Novena's Velocity. Each step towards Cali Fitness got those jitterbugs going and I started worrying about everything, anything - from my attire to the fear of being crushed by those gigantic cold metal machines. Give me the sun anytime, baby...not those gray things that manipulate

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Mini Revolution : The Next Phase It started off with Visa's aggressive marketing of the new Visa Mini back in 2002. "Are You Ready for the Mini Revolution" probably had an inkling that they would kick-start the next revolution in mankind, otherwise known as the Mini Revolution.The downsizing of debit/credit cards meant that ladies could fish it out of their tiny clutch purses to pay for their (

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"Will I wash away, turning like a storm? I need a place where I belong..."I found a place to hide away those tears, those fears, the hurt that comes and goes.I found a place to seek solace.Put down the tired mind, the exhausted frame. Fighting an emotional battle with someone so close is draining. Battling one's inner turmoil is exhausting.How ironic, that I am always welcome into that world of

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Old soul.The desire to head out for a night of partying has toned down to coffee sessions with friends, or simply chillin' at home (the bachelorette's pad).They call it "being jaded". I call it "acceptance".Turned into a cynic from failed interaction-turned-relationships, we pick ourselves up and over again. Everybody is in search for "the One" in their lives, but who, will we know? When will we

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The world is full of contradictions....To ere is to be human, they say. We all are but humans, and I have a handful of contradictory statement-action cases handed out to me this year. Lots of things have happened this year, particularly in the past few months since my last paper in NUS. It makes school life boring and mundane, and more sheltered than I have ever imagined. Lucky tertiary students

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If it is perceived that Singapore leads a fast-paced life, behold Tokyo.Japan was, well...not my cuppa tea, though it served a good break away from Singapore and a great time spent with a wonderful friend of 9 years. This trip took us away from the main tourist attractions of Japan like 'em temples, blossom gardens and what-nots, and instead brought us into a more intimate part of Japan - food,

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Happier times, merrier makings."You seem to be in a good mood today."When one can't feel any more down, I suppose the only way is up. When grief no longer brings tears to the heart, the wounds would have to close...someday.A ripple effect. Will it be offset?On a much lighter note (considering how emo-nemo my blog has been recently), the good friend's back from her stint of Milan and what-nots. A

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Its hard to find anything to smile about these days.At the back of my mind, I know I badly needed the break from the boat and waters, away from the adrenaline rush that hits me each time my board leaves for flight. I needed the miracle to wrench myself away from the plateau I have been standing so long on, my mind simply needs to stop pushing myself.It is also extremely easy to ignore the

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"Your weakness lies in your inability to control your emotions."The phobia has set in.What do you do when you've run into a wall trying so hard to achieve something, when others do it in a wink of an eye?I keep riding, but that doesn't seem to be the solution.I keep falling, it hurts.I cannot convey my emotions to you, I don't know what I expect of myself anymore.I'll just have to accept the fact

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Being the lazy me to organize my pictures now, I took this off Caixia's blog. Thanks babe. =) I owe you one bigggggg one. *muah* Girls' Day out was...well, NICE. One more this Saturday. I can't wait.

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Back with a hoarse voice (again), lack of sleep but a satisfied smile.The YMCA camp was a great experience, to sum my past 3 days up. Staying in SHINE with a bunch of youths, beneficiaries (the disadvantaged; the mentally/physically challenged) and the usual colleagues (who, of course, are more than colleagues)...its been a great 3 days.And "great" is too vague of a word to describe my feelings.

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Affairs of the heart are strange things.When they say, "It is better to be loved, than love," what do they mean? To be loved is a wonderful thing, but love has to be reciprocated, doesn't it?Why do people feel unhappy with their special one, and still feel unhappy after they have made the decision to leave their special one? What determines "love"? What does "love" consist of?The feeling of

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What happens...when you try so hard, and yet you don't see progress?What happens...when you wear yourself out, yet you simply cannot succeed because of mere fear?What happens...when the sport you love so much, becomes an activity you do not look forward to?What happens...when you will yourself to do it, but your body doesn't respond?What happens when it all ain't fun anymore?One week before the

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Friday. That is...3 days away. 3 more days of furball delights, a whiney Wiley and a cuddlesome Riley. 3 more days of their most manja meows ever, their lovely large eyes peering up at me earnestly everytime I step into the house. 3 more days of hugging them, stroking their soft belly fur, watching them close their eyes in ecstasy as I give them their daily rubdown.3 more days of watching them

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Finally Blogger looks okay!In just a twinkling of the eye, almost 3 weeks will have passed since the last day of my paper. Almost a month of break, and time flies by even quicker than the speed of light. (or so I perceive) Then again, looking at my May schedule, it has been a crazy one, so typical of me. There's reviews, writings, events to go for...wakeboard sessions take up at least twice a

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"I am going to stress you and stress you everyday until you do something about them."I cleaned the house. You ain't happy.They aren't in sight. They are afraid of you. You still ain't happy.I did my laundry. You still complained.I bought the detergent. I settled the furniture. Will you like me to climb outside the windows to scrub your walls too?You tell me,"You haven't found a job.""When you are

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"You either choose me, or your cats."We're worlds apart.An animal lover; someone who will not hesitate to throw newborn kittens away.I didn't know that.What if, I gave them away and there are no furry ones to make me feel happy again?Will you be the source to my comfort?"I have done my duty."So, that's what it is these days.

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Coming Home. I'm back in Tampines. Back in the east, away from the West for a long long while before I decided to pack my bags and leave, be it marriage or studying overseas. Prior to this final move I had so many mixed feelings within - away from neighbours right at my doorstep, away from my West end friends, away from supper khakis just 5 minutes away, away from my room.But there's at least

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-87139464083506665602007-04-07T14:00:00.000+08:002007-04-07T14:03:31.070+08:00

Here I come to find myself, catch the tide,Looking for a peace at the end of the line.Sometimes I can’t help myself, fever’s high,I’m all at sea and so unwise. I’m so afraid I’ll lose your love, as time goes by,But courage is a fire and a beacon so bright.The sunset built a memory, our love sign,And all at sea we come alive. Will I wash away, turning like a stone?I need a place where I

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-65903299320378872622007-04-03T23:10:00.000+08:002007-04-04T00:22:34.442+08:00

"Wakeboarding is all about jumping into the water freezing and getting back on boat warm all over from the adrenaline." Popped.So begins the beginning of a new love, a new passion, a new sport to test its limits by.So closes a chapter, of an flickering flame, of wonderful memories, of the smell of the wooden court and perspiration.5 weeks to the end of my formal education years. I yearn for those

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-86532813516443118362007-03-22T02:51:00.000+08:002007-03-22T03:56:21.568+08:00

...For it seems like I have been battling constantly with the Hyde within me. Not really so much of an evil doppelganger, but rather, a cheery self seems alot harder to put on as a front recently.Agony, pain, and fear seem to dominate these days. Agony of not being able to express my deepest feelings; agony at not understanding why we act the way we are; pain from self-depreciation, loss and

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-84086374614179377512007-03-09T23:48:00.000+08:002007-03-10T03:04:40.477+08:00

Mayhem March brings along storms and bouts of gleaming sunshine.Mayhem March brings with it a turbulent swirl of emotions - of indignance, hurt, helplessness, frustration, love, gratification and more.Mayhem March re-introduced sad beautiful tunes from the trance genre to my rusty, yet trained ears.Mayhem March is a paradox in itself, a month of sunshine yet its gloom lies just behind.Mayhem

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Here is what I saw when NUS Sports Club 27th MC sent out their email notification for an upcoming Sea Sports Camp."Ever wondered why Wakeboarders looked like they were on top of the world despite being dragged ridiculously across the water by a speeding motorboat?" "Can't figure out why Windsurfers would spend all day at sea tugging at a silly-looking piece of sail?""Ever queried if Canoeists

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-73409370983188945332007-02-28T20:56:00.000+08:002007-02-28T20:58:50.406+08:00

Please don't let this kill my love for the sport.I can't believe I thought of giving up.Bring me back to those days.I just can't get it, I just can't.And I know that if I don't get it soon, I will close this chapter.

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It is indeed funny how writing so much for work simply puts off blogging. At least, for me, it does. 4 articles down in 4 days, and this week's reviews were all cancelled due to CNY preparations and such. Weird, indeed.NUS decides to shortchange us on our mid-term break, happily combining both the wonderful 3 days of CNY public hols with our mid-term break, leaving us with only 3 extra days of

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Thank you for the birthday wishes.Hello, 22.I haven't been updating much lately, being so busy with food reviews and all. I get on an average of 3 reviews weekly (but this week is crazy with 4) so I probably spend my time writing food rather than writing feelings, emotions and life.Funny how the day seems short and the nights so long. I get up in time for lessons and run till the sun sets. The

x`pnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-23594295468156441312007-01-31T00:06:00.000+08:002007-01-31T00:22:51.581+08:00

3 years in NUS. The very last semester. A countdown of 3 months. 2 more months with Jupitans.Tonight's the combined team gathering for floorball guys and girls, in conjunction with the IVP season's debrief. As much as floorball is the first and only team-sport in my life, it has made a difference. As much as I had despaired during the downs of floorball, as much as I lamented about my mistake

x`pnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-61821954593984160432007-01-27T23:23:00.000+08:002007-01-27T23:25:46.090+08:00

And my inspiration..Riding is about a feeling. It’s about gliding through the air. Its about holding the grab longer than you think you should. It’s about landing in the flats. It’s about landing perfectly on the downside of the second wake. It’s about doing simple tricks that just have a flow and feel good to do. It’s about doing super tech tricks that have so much going on. It’s

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-58889574210322412472007-01-27T22:31:00.000+08:002007-01-27T23:11:34.457+08:00

Funny how since I started writing for Streetdirectory, I have ceased to update my blog as often as I used to do. Despite so many happenings, so many things in my life, so many things I want to comment about as I stroll along the streets - my brain seems to be maximising its short-term memory to the maximum. I forget half the things I thought about as I amble past my day, my incessant bitchin' has

x`pnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-54751140973399975472007-01-16T17:29:00.000+08:002007-01-16T17:35:08.558+08:00

Catch up. That's all I have in my mind for now. I bought a Liquid Force Angel - nearly an impulse decision because I haven't tried it out yet, and am still wondering whether I'm up to it. I have a love-hate relationship with my self-competitiveness. Sure, it propels me to improve a rate faster than the normal average, yet it stops me from advancing the next level up when I reach a plateau. And

x`pnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1168277705233635442007-01-09T01:09:00.000+08:002007-01-09T01:35:05.260+08:00

You know how Vivocity is huge to the average Singaporean. Given the vast area it occupies, with a million shops tucked neatly into each of its 9-10 branches (I didn't really count), I headed there about 4 times and probably only saw a quarter of Vivo.Then, on Friday, I conquered Vivocity. From 3pm to 9pm I combed Vivo with Darren, till both of us agreed upon dinner. Even then, hunting for the

x`pnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1167674597416811522007-01-02T00:42:00.000+08:002007-01-02T02:03:17.446+08:00

Christmas and the New Year was spent nursing one hell of a cough and a marathon-savy nose. Of course, I was at St James Power Station (PowerHouse) to cover an OhGenki annual party on Saturday night as well. The event was a tad bit quiet and that left me worrying about what to write for my article.Hey, but at least I'm churning out articles successfully on top of my food reviews. Its nice to have

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1166935837973202512006-12-24T12:26:00.000+08:002006-12-24T12:50:37.996+08:00

I've had the opportunity to work free lance as a food reviewer thanks to Hildra, and the job is good. Reviewed a restaurant and a cafe since the week began, and this is what I've been indulging in:...and more.I have to apologize for the lack of updates due to the past 2 weeks' (and one upcoming) worth of sports - floorball, wakeboard and hockey. I wouldn't mind this life, really, considering I

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The holidays have came by and 2 weeks have flown past, just like that.The good: I've been pushing it to the limits once more. Floorball 3 times a week, hockey once or twice, wakeboard/cable-ski as and when I slot times in. Doing 1 to 2 sports a day wrecks the body, but calms the mind. Then again, the body ain't wrecked yet...there's always more to go. The game is never over till its over. It

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Cable-skiing, followed by floorball physical training on Thursday was an experience. My upper body AND lower body are aching big time for now. And I'm repeating it on Monday again. Cable-skiing, then floorball training at ValHall. The OKCupid test was a screamer. There's another one, The Art of Seduction which gives you your seduction style. The tests are pretty accurate to a sense, and mildly

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1165654898750836052006-12-09T16:58:00.000+08:002006-12-09T17:01:38.776+08:00

The Nymph Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer (DBSDf) Sly. Sensual. Guarded. Different somehow. You are The Nymph. It appears like you're looking for a fling or a casual sexual relationship,

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3 days worth of exams are finally done with. I "smoked" my way through MNO (Management & Organization), slept halfway through Media Writing (but did pretty alright, I think), slept a grand total of 13 hours over 4 nights (the last proper minimal 6 hour sleep was Saturday night)Speaking of the lack of sleep, I think my body has up-ed itself another level. Automatically waking up at 7.30am for the

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4 more days. Too fast, too furious.I ain't prepared at all. Oh no.

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Admist the exam stress, project frustrations and getting close to the point of yanking my own hair out, two boys in my life kept my sanity intact.Wiley and Riley have grown bigger since I last brought them back, and it has only been...2 weeks? Wiley whines alot for attention, and he screams when Riley bullies him (who gets angry at Wiley for disturbing him in the first place). Wiley is smaller

x`pnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1163330139552557142006-11-12T19:00:00.000+08:002006-11-12T19:15:39.573+08:00

It has been a month. A month since I decided to be selfish enough to pursue my own life and neglect everything else. A month since that decision, and the gash I left behind is still throbbing and raw. I shiver at the thought of it; how could a simple few words leave behind a catastrophe of emotions, lyrical words and tears? How could I be so capable of ruining "happiness"?Life seems full for me.

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Say hello to the two rascals, Wiley and Riley. They are newly adopted, 2 months old and growing, not to mention manja and whiney.

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What beats a great time out, eating desserts till your stomach is going to explode, tell me, what can better end that day?Nothing. I came back with a smile on my face, thinking it is going to be a great night's sleep and tomorrow will be a great training. I was wrong.I came back to find an email waiting for me in the inbox, sent as a mass mailer to my floorball team. You know how people always

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4 little furballs and 4 huge furballs made my day today. And if all goes well, two little kittens will follow me home in a week's time. Riley and Wiley have made their way into my (as well as bro's) heart with their soulful eyes.Now everybody go "awwww" with me.This weekend is a welcoming mini-break I got to enjoy after handing up my assignments - a trip to Vivocity to watch The Departed, a great

x`pnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1161507942114056872006-10-22T16:55:00.000+08:002006-10-22T17:05:42.136+08:00

Tong Shui madness struck again last Tuesday, after floorball training.Best part is, I've got Bro addicted. Muahahahaha.And, finally. On a great Saturday. (:Lately, I've been asked a common question. "Why do you live such a hectic life and you're not doing anything about it?"There is a reason why my blog address reads "Living life, loving it." I live by that, and I enjoy stretching myself to the

x`pnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1160889043112611622006-10-15T12:52:00.000+08:002006-10-15T13:10:43.136+08:00

These photos are long long way overdue. Too many happenings in my life, both the eventful and uneventful. Deadlines for my projects are looming up, and I'm beginning to feel the urgency. Its scary, to have 5 projects/assignments/videos (no, make it 6 considering I have one more coming up soon) due in 2 weeks.Deja vu.Last semester, I had 6 assignments due in 2 weeks too. Alamak.I've been eating at

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Silje Nergaard - I Don't Want to See You CryThere is no tender way to say it's the endAnd so win or loseI am forced to chooseBetween a lover and a loving friendLet me hear you sayHow you curse the dayYou opened up your heart to meThat you ever invited me inTell me I'm the loser and you winI don't want to see you cryI beg you tryNot to let the pain I'm causing reach your eyesI don't want to see

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1160316743519218902006-10-08T22:09:00.000+08:002006-10-09T02:59:26.016+08:00

I opened Pandora's Box by an accident, and now I am closing it again....because it doesn't matter to me (:I'm taking a step (and a few more) back for now. Too much running away has tired me out.

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I miss......the essence of good written/spoken English.I had the most wonderful conversation via email with an acquaintance I met not long ago, and I enjoy conversing with him simply because his sentences flow. It makes reading digital text a joy and spurs one on to reply in the same manner. Yin and Yang, being parallel opposites in the social context we both are based in, "joined together only

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1159896437701818312006-10-03T23:55:00.000+08:002006-10-04T01:27:17.750+08:00

If I were to open up a fortune cookie, it will say, "You're going through a rough period now. Relationships are strained, money does not flow easily. Tread very carefully."...or something like that.Must be karma. (but, what karma?)I've been made to learn a $289-worth lesson of how money ruins relationships. After learning from that lesson, I encountered a $65 refresher course on how money changes

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"I Turn to You" - Christina AguileraWhen I'm lost in the rain,In your eyes I know I'll find the light,To light my wayWhen I'm scared, losing groundWhen my world is going crazy,You can turn it all around, yesAnd when I'm down,You're there pushing me to the topYou're always there giving me all you've gotFor a shield from the stormFor a friend,For a love to keep me safe and warm,I turn to youFor the

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Money tests the true value of friendships. Money exposes a person's true personality. The subject of "money" has wisened me for the harsh reality of the world out there."Then I must say I am disappointed in you as a friend. When you were drunk I helped you back to your room, cleaned up your vomit everything. The least you could do is to make my job easier."I do not choose to cough out $65 from my

x`pnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1158900692799104942006-09-22T12:43:00.000+08:002006-09-22T12:54:47.303+08:00

I had the pleasure of meeting Mikella and Kelvin up for a short dinner and catch-up session at Holland V hawker centre last night. Thank you, my dear girl..for insisting on a meet-up - it is only then I realise how important my social network of friends are to me.Of course, I had to kill two birds with one stone; did a quick jog from school down to Holland V via Clementi Rd but reached there late

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That's us with Kovit's design collection.And thus Sports Ball 06' ended, after 2 months of friendships, dance practices, catwalk trainings, morale ups-and-downs, make-up craze, photoshoots, fittings and all. You know how it feels after a major event has ended - I feel it now - a sudden emptiness within me; nostalgia arises everytime I hear Sexy Back, Promiscuous Girl, Buttons, Downtown etc. on

x`pnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1157652495883166632006-09-08T01:44:00.000+08:002006-09-08T02:08:15.986+08:00

I know I haven't been updating.I know my MSN's been on busy-mode nearly always.Things have snowballed, and I was standing in its path when it ran me down.Money issues, self-confidence issues, dealing with people, forever trying to catch up on readings...so many of them, only one of me. All these have cleared up at last (except on the school work bit) and life's looking a little better for

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Money is the root of all evil. So they say. But having lots of money solves plenty of problems easily too.It is very sad that the mention of $285 seemingly robs a conversation of traces of friendship, for what I experienced was a pure business deal. It was partially my fault, but suddenly I am made to feel like I have to bear the brunt of everything. The tone I experienced was devoid of warmth

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Everything is snowballing into a huge catastrophe. No, not that huge, but enough to knock me off from the high I'm experiencing so far.Reality check.School-work's piling up, readings need to be done.I landed a friend into financial trouble with the school, so I have to settle it.I've hurt someone emotionally so badly, and pushing it away - its screaming back at me even louder now.I'm still busy

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1155666883191500972006-08-16T02:25:00.000+08:002006-08-16T02:41:06.176+08:00

2 sites, my dears. Check 'em out.1. Funkygrad article on us!2. Votes included. Be nice, and drop a vote. =)Sheesh. So much for self-advertisement. The paiseh-ness of it all and such...haha.On a lighter note, I'm pretty glad that things have taken a turn for the better after Monday blues yesterday...totally didn't have the mood to dance, not to mention the increasing pressure from those people

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*lets out a whistle*Such pretty stuff. Potential damage at US$150.Someone stop me.I swear I have expensive tastes.I bought a Phuture London dress at $107.I chanced upon 2 Mango jackets - priced at $89 and $99.I like corsets - they cost $80 and above.Spotted heels starting at $139.Today I went to choose blinds/curtains with my mum - the wooden blinds I opted for cost $375 just for my room! My

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3 weeks of coughing, and I'm still down with that annoying cough and yet another sore throat. Sleep comes easy now; yet the (lack of) colour on my face doesn't justify my 9 hours of sleep a day. Save for the abscence of a hall room, my life seems good for now.Except for a nagging at the back of my mind. Just like how you can't keep up with my sudden busy schedule, I can't keep up with the

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Happy Birthday my dear. (: Its still a little early, but heck I'm kiasu.I've been told that I have changed."You seemed more fiesty these days.""I don't know which side of you I'm seeing anymore.""Let's just be acquaintances..."Honestly, I do not really mind. On my part (which you as usual went on and didn't allow me a word in) I have no idea which side of you I'm seeing as well. You said you were

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I'm tired. Each time somebody asks me what I have been doing the past few weeks, I pause for a moment. 2 weeks have passed since Sports Camp and I've been going out, training, doing work - and time simply seemed to fly by just like that?!I've been busy, but I haven't been earning money. Oh dear.Now in the process of trying to finish JupiTimes but my laptop is totally not cooperating. *exasperated

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It is the time of the year again - holiday mood strikes me hard and fast this time around, almost immediately after Sports Camp.Since Sports Camp ended I've been Sakae-ing, being a pok, sleeping in really late, Mambo-ing, KTV-ing, watching TV, rollerblading, bumming around..my sole purpose to enjoy myself before term starts and the assignments come crashing in.Then I am called in to help my

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Its been quite a while since I last blogged. Pictures await below. (:First, there was the 36/02 potluck gathering. Good to see Astri back in town, and looking around I realised how much we have matured, everybody there looked so good. Qi Cong was just making a remark on how we have known one another for 4 years, and 4 years later we might just be attending someone's wedding. Come to think of it,

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Hell hath no fury like a woman with PMS.I swear it was PMS, being stuck at home with zero activity for the entire week, not being able to find an ankle guard after walking the entire Tampines, talking to senseless people and a horrible behind-schedule Friday that snowballed into one grumpy XP. I unleashed my frustration upon several people, especially those closest to me, and I regret

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I was just having a little chat with my mum today and she was bitchin' about how annoying Singaporeans can be on public transport and how rude they could be while responding to customer service.My mum works at the reception counter/cashier's counter, and she deals with irritable customers who have weird diseases, problems and ailments all day. She recalls cases whereby patients shout at her, "Why

x`pnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344856.post-1151335912673720292006-06-26T22:47:00.000+08:002006-06-26T23:31:52.756+08:00

The feeling of immobility sucks to the core. Blame it on ants-in-my-pants-cannot-sit-still XP, but not being able to walk sure is as hell irritating.You got it, I sprained my ankle during floorball training. (: No worries about it, its healing properly after I've gone to see a sinseh this afternoon. Thanks kor, for fetching me there ;) and eating at Simpang!!! Boy, I miss that place.Will be up

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Is money all that matters to you? After all, you are old - how much money can you bring to your grave? So the child who gives you the most money, becomes your favourite. What happens to the eldest who supported her younger siblings, sacrificing her studies and life, only to have her younger siblings outdo her and have a monthly salary 8 times her amount? You see her as your maid, your worst child

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