Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
This Is Me
Me. Magical. Min. Maniac. Monster. Monetary.
"Never let anything known for anyone to stab you in."
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Saturday, April 23, 2011
To all, Haters or not
I love Singapore. But I can't say the same for the people born here. First, I have nothing against races but seems like Singaporeans who are Chinese, are all stuck up, think they are smart when, in fact, they are nothing compared to others. Chinese doesn't mean people from China.
I highly regard China citizens to have the courage to travel out of their comfort zones. Especially if they are in their teens. Ask a Singaporean child to do that, he'll probably chicken out.
We are too comfortable and well protected. In any other countries, death caused by guns, suicide, homicide, murder, armed robbery, massive fights and etc are so common that they do not even report them on newspaper.
It irks me more when Singaporeans try to tell me what to do. Sure, I have been through a lot, seen a lot of shit and waddled through countless hardship, but yet, I still remember one thing - which is, "HUMBLE".
I know a lot for a 20 year old and I dare not say I am "experienced" or would I label myself as "seen-it-all". After all, I had not traveled many places.
From my friends, I see one common trait. They are well-traveled, successful and NEVER A SHOW OFF. Because they know, there is still a lot to learn, a lot to master and there will ALWAYS be someone better than you.
Not to flaunt, if one wants to learn. No one wants to teach someone who is "I-am-better-than-you". Thus, sure, you may appear smart but we all know, you are at the losing end.
I love learning, and I enjoy taking up criticism to heighten my threshold for patience and endurance. The more one criticize, the more I improve. Perfection, I would never attain but I would grow to greater heights than average.
In any way, haters with knives of steel, would never hurt me. Because, to every hate, there's always jealousy/love. Just as mentioned in Newton's Third Law of Motion.
=D Try harder next time, goodbye, nice to know you.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Spin the bottle.
Decided to spin a bottle and let it decide my mood today.
First Spun: Nothing.
Second Spun: Nothing.
Third Spun: Nothing.
List goes on......
By the fifteenth time, I blew up. I think I get what Fate is telling me. Not positive nor is it negative. It's anger.
Hence, I am going to shoot my mouth (and fingers) off. Saw a really old threads in forum and I had the targets in mind.
Dear you assholes out there, IF YOU WEREN'T SO INTERESTED IN ME, I WOULDN'T BE "POPULAR/FAMOUS/INFAMOUS/NOTORIOUS".
Sheesh~ With all the endless fuck about my English? You have no idea. Sure, my articulation suck big time, but my ability to write in PERFECT ENGLISH and VOCABULARIES that you guys won't even know exist, never fail to impress my teachers or lecturers.
Hey, you think you've got balls? Perhaps you do, but I believe it's minute and shriveled up like an old prune.
I can see what you assholes out there fail to see.
To be good at the fame game, I had to keep myself level-headed at all given times. But not that I do think my life is bad, conversely, I loved my life tremendously.
I had everything I wanted. It is the way I had completed my life. So, who is going to be the sore loser? My love, it's you, the irritating people who tries to judge me. Acting like I owed my life to you, pretending that you even know me.
It's really sad, to know that some fuckers out there have to trample on people to think they are superior. It's like using a stool to "look" like you are half a head taller. Oh boy~ It's yourself, that you are lying to. Everyone else can tell you are a shorty. =D And the fact would never change.
Like always, only a cat knows what it's good at. And only when necessary - would it uses it.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The Beauty of Mathematics - Formulas
It just sort of hits me to do something corny. Corny doesn't seem to fit in the descriptions but darn that, it's the content that's interestingly funny.
Success = 20% Luck + 80% Hard Work
Luck = 80% Opportunity + 20% Preparation
Opportunity = 50% Readiness + 50% Hard Work
And that pretty much sums up all into the theory for "Success". It is, really, just hard work.
Time = Money
Woman = Time X Money
-> Therefore; Woman = Money X Money
Money = Root of evil
Money X Money = Root Evil
-> Therefore; Money = Evil
Conclusion: Woman = Evil
Alright, the second one was adapted from the net. Not much of anything new but seriously funny.
For some real news, YOU GOT TO CHECK THIS OUT.
I am going to make another hit video - BUT it is really funny.
This gives an extra "oomph" to the adrenaline rush to the fans of Manchester City and Manchester United soccer teams. The kick-off starts at 12.15am (GMT +8:00 Singapore). The New Paper would be hosting the F.A Cup Semi Finals at the New Paper Sports Bar at ST. James Power Station. So, LOOSEN YOUR CLOTHES for it would be one hot, hot match!
To watch the teaser clip, click the links below! Ho, HO, HO.
In sequence, that's the trailers from Day 1 to Day 3. Pretty successful, how the shootings went. *Clears throat uncontrollably*
Although admittedly, I laughed at myself when I watched them. It's so natural when filming but such a hilarious sight when reviewed.
Hurry, hurry, step right up!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Miraculous Discoveries - In Bite Size
I've always have love for oriental stuffs.
Having to say that, I do mean things like chopsticks, cheong sams, and so on..
I found my first (and should I add, very, very sexy) piece of cheong sam on the lingerie web and, bham! I was hooked.
With my jet black hair and eyes, it's really a norm for people to think that I am from China. However, I do like it when they commented on how dark my eyes look and how shiny black my hair is. Even though sometimes in photo shoots, I was told that my hair looks monotone, I would still embrace the god-sent beauty (I know I am thick-skinned).
My pupils used to be large. I remembered S saying something in secondary school, which makes me burst out in laughter now. It goes like, "People with the black colored part (the pupils - as commonly known) more than the whites (the iris - as commonly known) have less stress as compared to the opposite." How true is that, I have no idea. I just noticed that due to the overuse of technology, my eye sight got worse.
As it declines in its health, somehow my iris got smaller too. In desperate attempts to make it back to the original size, I invested in cosmetic lenses. In the beginning, GEO lenses was there to save me. But human's greed would never be satisfied. From 14.00mm, I got to the extra large series - which was 14.80mm. From 14.80mm, I got to 17.00mm.
Amazed? I think you can hardly find one which is larger than 16.80mm from the I.fairy series. Sickening, how irritating it can be to find that the entire series doesn't have black.
My savior was found when the ever-resourceful me found this place, http://www.maxserieslens.blogspot.com. I tell you, this website has got to be the largest diameter in all the available different lenses brand.
My pictures in the Hokkaido trip, I was wearing only 15.00mm. Imagine the difference! It is so bright and big that I need not apply any make-up. One look and your attention would be on the eyes. No need for anything else.
I have to promote this place because the blogshop is simply too wonderful to not share. From the service, to the waiting time, to the simply ordering methods, I'll confidently say it would easily score a perfect score.
Have linked up at the side, along with all the wonderful shops which I have tried.
Do take a look, if you are as kiasu as me. -Winks- Now we'll all have large eyes!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
No one likes a whiny bitch, SO GET OVER IT!
I totally have NO IDEA that an emotionless robot like me could cry like this.
No. Nothing happened. I was my usual cheerful self... Until I got so sick of the deafening silence. I am already considered very lonely, with only me and my reflection in the mirror, to converse with. To rub salt into the wound, I had to debate with myself and ended up quarreling with MY MIRROR! How the hell did this metamorphosis happen? Beats me too.
Sometimes, I really freak myself out. I mean, I totally am an in-built robot with multi-personalities and the ability to separate my logical and emotion thinking liberally adds on to the never ending lists of things that I am afraid of - found in myself.
One moment, I was thinking of Albert Einstein's Law of Relativity (again!) as I had a major showdown, determine to prove him wrong. Don't get me wrong, it's not Mr Einstein I wanted to challenge. It was the Idiot who told me in an oh-he-is-so-right, haughty tone that Mr Einstein had done so many trial and errors before he reached the theory.
He said that it was done to perfection and ya-da, ya-da, ya-da.
On the other hand, I remembered reading something about that. If one were to build a precise clock, it would prove the Quantum Theory wrong. It had also added that no one had built it, and no one will ever do.
However, after doing the research today, I realized that I am a bit out-dated already. There's more and more dubious points to his theory. Why want to find extra trouble and work? Firstly, for me, I read somewhere (think it was Wikipedia) that Einstein uses "visual" to come up with theories. It was mainly built on his beliefs. Secondly, I am frustrated why no one ever ATTEMPTED to build it?!?! Thirdly, to prove that Idiot wrong.
And I am the right one now! Wahaha!
Anyway, whilst reading those super long and windy (not to mention repetitive) articles and reports, I decided to rest my eyes and played Christian Wunderlich's "In Heaven".
Normally I do NOT watch the videos on stream but then, I did the exception today.
Watched it on repeat mode and spent the next hour re-hydrating my tired eyes with tears.
This is where the inner war broke out. Logical not happy with mental. Cut the long story short (I am tired as I have been reading all available reports with regards to "Relativity" since last night 11pm), a quarrel that ended with me blogging.
Good night. I am so bloody tired. And no, tears do not refresh your eyes. They make it heavier.......
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Those words I've never said
I've always thought that you will know how I feel about you. Guess sometimes people need to hear even if they know what, deep down in their hearts, what the words are. Reassurance - I need that too. I never once told you how much I cherish you. My actions may reflect the negative - taking you or our relationship for granted. Now, I'm crying over a mug of spilled milk. A glass which I toppled myself. All the hurt I've brought into your life, kept haunting my nights. Whenever I asked, "what's wrong?" , you'll just keep everything to yourself. I had always known what was bothering you. But I acted ignorant. Though I pretended not to care, I'll think of some ways I could amend. Make it up to you in some way or another. I don't know how to express myself - not through words nor actions. I only could give you something I deemed as important. Used to think I could patch the flawed porcelain but it's not what you want or need from me. Today, I flipped through my old iPod nano (the one which you helped me uploaded songs and pictures to, because I am hopeless with apple's products) in desperate hope of finding our old photos.. Refusal to bow my head to reality, I flipped through all the 500 plus of pictures for at least a million and one times before accepting the cruel fact that our pictures were gone. Fuck the person who last touched my iPod! Wait, I think it was me. Fuck that iTunes which synchronized it without backing up my files! I miss you. And since before you left, you had been in my heart. The first thought when I wake up, the last thought before I retire for the day. Funny how people doesn't treasure what they have but whines about it days and nights when it's gone. Just to clarify, I treasure you since day one. Just don't like to show my affections. I hate to be all mushy and sticky because I'm afraid of losing you..... More like, I'm afraid to let others know I'm sad when I lose you. Fucking ego, fucking pride. I wish you'll... Nevermind.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay