starbucks. bucks.

the closure.

2010-06-03T19:23:00.003+08:00

I find it a relief to close all my posts.

& to only connect with people whom I choose to connect with.

Instead of allowing the public to pry their eyes into my world.

You guys have been awesome.

Though it went to a point where I stopped updating.

But let's just say that I'm getting on with life.

Don't get me wrong!

I'm still lovin' you people more than ever.

Alright.

Be good & take care.

I wish y'all Godspeed in all that you do.

G'day!

the one about what happens in Phuket.

2010-03-09T19:03:00.003+08:00

Hectic days are over.

I'm done with my final papers in Ngee Ann.
& right now its time to place deep thought into my next move in life.

HEADACHE HEADACHE HEADACHE.

Shawn has been a tremendous support during this period.
TREMENDOUS.

It drives me crazy sometimes with everything happening around me but as we all know.
we are all stronger than all that bullshit.

Even right now as I try hard to embrace the harshness of recovering and recuperating from my disorder, I know that it will do me good.

Everyone has issues with how they face themselves.
Prolly I took it to a whole new level.
WAY MORE THAN NEEDED.

I'm gaining weight like crazy as I retouch the food that makes me glee.

So S & I decided to go on a 5 day vacation to Phuket where we had a rockin' time @ Patong Beach.

Some things you need to know/do about Patong?

1) Go for the shooting thingy @ Jungceylon. Live rounds. Live rounds.

2) If you are a foodie, y'd have the best time of your life. Check out the food we had there.

there's more really. Check out the facebook album.

3) Trannies are really friendly actually. They are prolly confident than most women in Singapore. The tranny that we made friends with ( Dream ) shared with us about breast implants in Bangkok & how painful it was :\

I want big boobies too. :(

no she's not a tranny.
But she does look like my sister.

4) Beer is cheap. S$2 and less for a bottle. We were merry just carrying our bottles all over the place.

5) The sun is scorching hot. Sunscreen is a must.

6) Shisha is available @ S$6. DAMN.
7) Bargain. Bargain. Bargain. I think my aunty skills leveled up from 5 days worth of bargaining.
8) Try the streetfood. The prominent ones are the delicious yellow crunchy juicy friends & the crepes. I think I had 5 corn on a cob and more.
9) Buffet spreads are EVERYWHERE.
10) Tattoo parlors are everywhere. I would prolly get a good piece there the next time my inspiration for ink comes.
11) Room Service is A W E S O M E.

& somemore pictures from here & there.

Hope y'all been fine & well.

This mornin' woke to singing on a fence,
Watching the world go by.
I could not reason with my common sense,
Even though I had to try,
So try in vain I did.

Don't go now,
Wait a little longer.
Don't fly away.
Don't go now,
Wait until I'm stronger,
Another day.

Standing naked underneath the road,
Light stabbing at my hands and head.
Everybody walks by fully clothes(or ed),
Looking for the sunset,
With their faces turned away.

Don't go now,
Wait a little longer,
Don't fly away.
Don't go now,
Wait until I'm stronger,
Another day.

How does it feel to know you're alive
How does it feel?
I want to know.
How does it feel to know you're alive,
How does it feel?

Don't go now,
Wait a little longer.
Don't fly away.
Don't go now,
Wait until I'm stronger,
Another day.

Don't go now,
Wait a little longer.
Don't fly away.
Don't go now,
Wait until I'm stronger,
Another day.

Another day,
Another day,
Another day,
Another day.

G'day!

the one about still being alive!

2010-01-09T22:04:00.003+08:00

Yes lovelies I hear a heave of sigh from y'all behind your screens to acknowledge the fact that I'm not exactly dead yet or involved in a car accident where I risk my life & save a 5 year old kid.

Good god Nov-Dec '09 has got to be a huge turn of events.

HUGE.
Hence, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.

Congrats again Ruthie(:
The wedding's awesome!

& so I spent this Christmas and my birthday this year working instead of doing what the norms will do.
Shyzer.
But at least I had one of the most awesome Christmas dinner @ Ryan's place with all the fruit cake, sugar peanut, cinnamon chocolate coated thing. YAR-AH-MMMMMMMM.

Here I am smiling like some idiot because IMMA GONNA CHOMP CHOMP ON ORGASMIC STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE CAKE.

HAHAHAHHAHA.
okay next.

Sambal prawns, Potato & cheese casserole (ORGASMIC) & fruit cake.

Garyyyyy's birthday @ Sage.
Bad stuff happened. Shall not elaborate.

teehee.

Adoragothuskies day.

Aha. jealous much.

Preparation for Christmas.
I can't remember when was the last time I did so much baking.

3 cakes & a truckload full of dark chocolate cake with cream cheese frostings muffins.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to send out all the muffins because I was working quite intensively. :(

:'(
well. all's well.

Goldie @ homeclub.

& before this a HUGE KICKASS dinner and after Goldie 53 bucks worth of Balestier's Bak Ku Teh.

Tell me how not to gain weight this season.
Don't poke me about it.
I bite.

Phew.
Anyway.

They always say leave the best for the last right?

I'm attached (:

For more information, clicky on my facebook.

Happy 2010 people.
Have a beer, have a beer, have a beeeeeer!

G'day!

stay tune stay tune.

2009-12-16T15:31:00.002+08:00

I'm busy as a beeeeeeeeeeeee.

:(

but but but.
i still love y'all :D

stay tune for huge update.
HUGE muthufishing update.

love,
mrs muthu.

G'day!

the one about the underground pass

2009-12-09T09:37:00.003+08:00

In case you were wondering by my current MIA status,
I'm still creating mayhem around SG.

But with much mayhem come much expenses.
hence,

I had to resort to this.
I didn't have a choice.

Come come support me @ the underground pass @ Buona Vista.
I usually play from 12am to 2am on mondays, tuesdays and fridays.

Netways I'm busy working & stuff in preparation for 2010. :D
Show some love & text me kay.

P.S: If you believe the underground pass thing you should throw yourself out of the window.

G'day!

the one about a span of 8 days.

2009-11-28T16:13:00.002+08:00

In a span of 8 days, this is what can happen.

1) Crazy mambo night.

I love the last picture. HAHAHAHA.

2) Helipadako.

& the night ends in tears.
As usual.

3) The St Bernard.

Huge kickassbanana Beethovan.

4) The Speed Racer wannabe.

Dancing to Grease Lighting wearing a speed racer helmet as a pillion rider.

OH MAN.
AWESOMEness.

5) Aunt Kim's visit.

Aunt Kim's back from NYC for a short visit.
Me loves her long time.
NYC in MAY!

Let my brain stop rotting first & I'll come up with something GOOOODA.

have an awesome day people.
love you long time.

G'day!

the one about the 70 year old story

2009-11-20T18:24:00.003+08:00

Picture this:

You're sitting on the rocking chair at the age of 70 with your nieces/nephews at the age of 19 all wanting a story from their good o' aunt.

& this.
Is prolly gonna haunt me for the rest of the week.
But I guess it turn out really funny.

Here's what I would have told my niece/nephews :

Okay kids, here's something to watch out if you're going for drinks with your friends.

1) Never belittle long island tea. Never. It taste really subtle but its prolly one of the most lethal drinks you can get. Get the old trusty red/white wine. You'll be sipping it & hence able to gage your oozy woozy spells well.

2) In the group that you're hanging out with for the night, ensure that you have at least 2 trusted friends going. At least. Trust me, if you were to ever enter a state of coma or blackout from over dosage of alcohol, they are the ones who will be carrying you everywhere because you would have your life pretty much sucked out of yer bodies.

3) If you're really overweight/obese, cut down. To at least a normal BMI. Because even at the weight of 47-48, you would prolly feel like 999999 kilograms to your poor friends who need to carry you in case you get a blackout. & that is the reason why they would prolly wake up to a overdosed of lactic acid in their arms because they would be playing the human relay with you as the baton.

4) Count your drinks kids, cause you don't really wanna experience getting piss drunk, or face a blackout.

Wait. You know what kids?
I'll adjust number 4 a little.
Count your drinks yes, but for once in your life, get piss drunk, experience a blackout when you get drunk. Fall into the bushes while drunk.

Because when you get to my age,
at least you would have proper advice to tell your grandkids/niece/nephews because you have experienced it first hand.

Because listening to me ain't gonna register all these in your head.
You gotta experience it yourself.

Okay go to Daddy Ben & have your dinner.
Aunt Bea have spoken too much.

Love you guys (:

G'day!

the one about inked #2

2009-11-14T11:08:00.004+08:00

"It's not a question of better or worse. The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're suppose to go up & down when you're suppose to go down. When you're suppose to go up, find the highest tower & climb to the top. When you're suppose to go down, find the deepest well & go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness. 'I am he and / He is me: / Spring nightfall.' Abandon the self, and there you are."

"I pull up my feet, bent my knees, and rested my chin on my hand. Then I closed my eyes. Still no sounds. The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the grey was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the grey with a different-textured grey - one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of greys that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of greys."

Haruki Murakami is a genius with novels.
These 2 paragraphs come quoted from his novel "The Wind-up Bird Chronicle".
Extremely impressed with his distinct style of writing.

Anyway, thats for all you bookworms out there who are getting dry from reading novels that you trash within the 1st chapter of the book.

Life's been awesome for a while now, with my recent events.

Familia in latin.
Many people asked me why my choices for tatts are limited to cursive latin words/phrases.
Why no pictures?

Truth is, I don't really have an idea.
But somehow I feel more connected to words.
I was never a good talker because I find alot of difficulty trying to get people to understand me.
Which is one of the reason why Holmberg & Ter are calling me star seed.
But somehow they do manage to interpret what I'm trying to say & translate it to the person I'm talking to & you don't know how appreciate I am of that.

Okay back to the main gist.
Basically, I express myself better with writing as compared to talking.

The only bunch of people who stood by me no matter how much I disappoint them with my decisions in life.
The only bunch of people that teaches me to differentiate black & white.
The only bunch of people who teaches me life lessons.
This is for you.

With Jakeypoo's recommendation of David from Ez tattoos.

Nah, I didn't prepare my mum for this like what I did for other piece.
But she smiled when she saw my tatt at 2.30am.

& that smile kinda meant the world to me.
(:

Thanks for the recommendation bro, no regrets with David, & he was so gentle with the procedure that the pain was pretty much non existent. Ask Jake. I was talking to him during the entire process. teehee?

One more picture,
I look like fugly in it,
maybe its because....

I was standing beside Denise Keller the goddess.
But of all pictures.
I had to look bad in this one.
Or maybe I already do. :(
Hence I blurred my face.

Sigh. Oh denise.

G'day!

the one about life's too short.

2009-11-12T09:15:00.004+08:00

The flea market @ SAM was awesome.
Free popcorn.
Free beer.
Free candy floss.
I got a picture with Denise Keller.
I got 30 bucks for stuff that should add up to around 100 plus bucks.

& then shisha after that.
That's life mahn.

BUT.

Life's too short.
:(

Here's what I wanna do in this lifetime.

a) Be a dessert chef.

Create your own bread, create your own cakes.
Its just like another edible session of art&craft.

b) Be a professional photographer

When I first saw the picture of the Afghan girl with awesome eyes,

I went WOWWWWW.
& hence got really interested in photography.
Africa. Afghanistan. New Zealand. Egypt. Anywhere!

c) Be a professional tattooist.

People get tattoos for all kinds of reasons.
Some to bullshit. Some to commemorate death/life.
Some to remember. Some for passion.

Whatever the case is, they need good tattooist.
I'm glad that I haven't met anyone in this lifetime to give me bullshit for my tatts.

d) Be a travel guide.

There's one thing that I quite enjoy.
Which is waking up in different places everyday.
When I mentioned this to mum, she went : " WALAO YOU LIKE ONE NIGHT STANDS?!"
No no no, not in that direction.
Waking up to a different atmosphere & setting just makes me. happy I guess.
Culture. People. Atmosphere. City. Sea. Beach. Cafes.

:]

e) Assist in the process of writing novels ( non fiction preferred) for budding writers.

Nah, I don't hold the knowledge to write awesome stuff like Murakami, but it will be an honor to just help out budding writers to get their stuff on paper. I don't know how it works but yeh.
Get their stuff & thoughts on paper.

f) Earn being a part of a reggae band.

Music.Music.Music.
Need I say more?
To earn while pursuing your passion.
Nothing beats that.

g) Be a coffee connoisseur.

I love coffee art.
I love how coffee smells.
I love how coffee seems to make my day by making my world look so bright.

there you go, coffee connoisseur.

h) Have my own cooking show.

Nigella Lawson, Rachel Allen, Jaime Oliver just to name the popular few.
But I love cooking.
Not eating it but having guinea pigs to try out my stuff & watching their expression for the conclusion.

i) Making my own cocktails.

I have always wanted to start my own mini bar at home & create my own concoctions.
Think I asked ahneh & YY once if they wanna be my guinea pigs because I wanna create funny drinks that turn out tasting awesome.
Like, celery+vodka+orange+almonds.
Yeh I see you wincing behind your screens.

& can sorta predict them to be running to the toilets.
sigh.

There's never enough time.

G'day!

the one about the summary

2009-11-07T17:06:00.003+08:00

If I had to summarise the past one month into 1 picture, this is how it will look like.

& my new found fascination with the supermarket at Little India area.

Pardon my sucky hair.
I'm growing it out to have more hair for experimenting new hair styles.

One more.

Mr Bun passed on.
A few days ago.
I guess letting him run around the house wasn't a good idea because he ate

1) Dog food. ( Still can't understand why Jacky allows Mr Bun to touch his food & growls at us when we come near it.)
2) Stuff from the living room dustbin. ( Orange peels, nut shells, etc.)
3) Dust all over the house
4) My skin cells from my toes. ( I think this was the trigger. )

Funny as it sounds, I couldn't sleep the night that he died.
I took 5 flu pills that causes knock out conclusions.
The sensation was funny, like.
Your head's real dizzy you can't even get up but at the same time you just cannot sleep.

Somehow it feels like apart of me went along with him.
Well.
We all loved him.

Bye Mr Bun.
You were real awesome.
I'll never forget how I was instantly attracted to your beautiful grey eyes when I bought you at Serangoon.
I'll never forget how you hopped around ransacking my mini pantry & the living room dustbin.
Or how you love hiding behind my guitars.
Most of all, I'll never forget how you & Jacky were the best of friends.
& how my family loved you.
& how beautiful your grey eyes were.

You will always be my favourite bunny with the most beautiful eyes.
Toodles.

G'day!

the one about be happy, always

2009-11-04T22:20:00.002+08:00

be happy, always.

Many good & bad events happening.
tell y'all more in a bit.

Hapy 2 year anniversary Ant dear.
You both make an awesome couple.

G'day!

the one about my letter to the universe

2009-11-02T10:47:00.002+08:00

Dear Universe.

I know I haven't exactly been cutting down on my plastic bags.
Yeh I admit, I plucked out a flower from your wonderful garden and place it in my hair because I wanted to look flora.

But you drive me so insane by commanding my allergy reaction to trigger.
I know, I know.

I became an oriental chinese vampire for a night which is non existential in your universe that I'm unfortunately living in.
& because I'm not human for a night,

1) you made my eyes so bleedy swollen.
2) numb my fingers with your freezing november weather.
3) made me spam myself with chocolate & muffins & food which ended up repulsing out of my stomach because my body wasn't willing to accept it.
4) instructed some insect to bite my thigh & make it swell to the size of my palm.

I know you hate halloween where everyone's not human, but its just a day.
I'll spend the other 364 days of the year being a human.

If not for the medicine that Holmberg brought over ( thanks bro you're the best ) & additional ammunition around the corners of my house, I would have been pronounced dead by now at 10.59am.

Wait till I find my spaceship.
& I'll go back to where I belong.

Where the sun's always shining so brightly warming my skin up,
where everyone never grows fat no matter what they eat,
where eyebags have ceased to even exist.

Just wait universe.
You'll see!

Your's Sincerely,
Beata

the one about the magical day

2009-10-29T23:01:00.004+08:00

A magical day it was yesterday.
I have no idea why but its been a real long time I've been this happy.

Everyone seems to be smiling.
The air seems to be fresher.
The world seemed to be so much more clearer.
I feel so light.

Was it the 2 cups of long espresso in the morning?
Was it because I was hooked & reading Murakami's South of the border, West of the Sun?
Was it the undisturbed sleep?
Was it because I discovered fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com?
Was it because I was out for the entire day instead of bumming around home?
Was it meeting HSHS & discovering that ahneh & I are aliens and ybox360's God?

I have no idea!
But whatever the case is,
everyday has to be like this.

HAS. TO. BE. LIKE. THIS.

I gave my remaining loose cash to a beggar.
Because I was so overjoyed.
Euphoria!

Maybe its because lady luck's shining on me again after a long hiatus.

In case you were wondering,
No, I've not fallen in love.

Just one of those days where
nothing in the world seemed to matter,
like no one's watching you,
where its just being so carefree,
and yourself.

(:

G'day!

the one about beautiful women.

2009-10-26T00:17:00.006+08:00

So what's your definition of beauty?

Is it being a fucking size 0 or a size 00?
Being praised for being waif?
Starving yourself, void of the food that makes you happy?
Being known as the girl who looks hungry all the time instead of (insert name)?
Does this look & sound beautiful to you?

Or does this look beautiful to you?

Crystal Renn, Marilyn Monroe, Lizzie Miller, Rachel Allen, Nigella Lawson.

In our current living, we need to remind ourselves of what being a women is.
What living is.

I love watching discovery & living.
All these people look so happy cooking, baking, travelling.

Sometimes I guess its hard to avoid getting influenced by our current spread of size 0 models.
What is your definition of beauty?

I'm inspired by Crystal Renn.
Her story?

She used to be a size 00 model, aka our "normal" model size.
However she could only achieve such a look by starving & over exercising herself.

The turning point in her life came when she decided to stop imposing such moves upon her lifestyle & sign on to be a plus size model.

Guess what?
She became much more well known as a plus size model, as compared to who she was before.

To have such confidence to change her life.
Now that's beauty & courage.

What's your definition of beauty?

G'day!

the one about the passing of maxillion.

2009-10-24T12:57:00.003+08:00

As you can see from the above picture, Maxillion passed on, on 20 October 2009, at 9.15pm.
His neck snapped & its beyond recovery.

For that night I felt pretty lost, really.
To have something that's been your vessel of releasing out frustrations, to accompany you on those days where everything seemed to go wrong pass on in such a brutal tragedy.

But I guess everything must go sooner or later.
but I didn't expect it to be so fast.
5 years!

Darn.

But I guess its okay.
But if you guys have a lobang for 2nd hand good acoustic guitars please give me a buzz because spending 500 odds on a new one burns my pocket into my bones.

On the bright side, I have been getting inspirations everywhere.
From the internet, to advertisements, to books to any form of medium.

Doodling, doodling, dreaming, musing, musing, dreaming.
Long bus rides home just gives that extra kick.

Especially learnsomethingeveryday that makes me happy when I browse through their works that I just had to doodle the exact same thing again on my black book.

& the best part came when I had my first motorbike ride.
I know it sounds kuku that only when I'm 19 that it happened.
But it just inspired me to get my damn Vespa.

With bike license first.

Its like how Aladdin flew on his magic carpet.
Its like how people rode on horses instead of carriages.

bliss.
Hope you guys had a good week!

G'day!

the one about hello beautiful day.

2009-10-19T11:27:00.003+08:00

My thoughts have been extremely dry.
So this is just an updating post.

So it was my bro's 22nd birthday.
& he celebrated it like a King.

Friends threw a surprise party.
Family dinner was this OMGWTFBBQ seafood dinner at West Coast.
& celebrating with his girlfriend.

He managed to roll Mr Bun up into a Adoogen ball, fascinating.

Oh yeh, Mr Bun had a little Martell.
To date he's still being weird & all.
Itchy mouth.

the point here is.
School's back.

Hardest holiday to pull through,
but I guess.
All part & parcel.

Yesterday I was at Spinelli's with Ant, people watching & getting our kopi fixate.
In our teens, we talked about life's theories & how screwed up the world is getting.
I really wonder whats gonna be our next topic when we hit our mid twenties.

Who knows?
Irrationally as it sounds, 5 years down the road I might end up doing photography in Africa, surviving on basic human needs, getting chased by lions & Zeepbra & then coming back to SG looking all scruffy & messy but happy.

Well. Thats a one case scenario.
Infinite possibilities, too little time.

Think I better start preparing for the reopening of school.
Life flows, flows, flows, flows.

hello beautiful day.

G'day!

the one about 500 days of summer.

2009-10-15T21:17:00.004+08:00

No, I don't really like the sappy love stories.
Sometimes I think I'm really rude when I tell guys that they can stop sweet talking.
Literally.

The holiday has Jude Law, Cameron Diaz, Jack Black & Kate Winslet.
Hence, its an exception.

Back to the point,
500 days of summer really capture my attention for movies of 2009.
Nah, its not your normal, she falls for him blah predictable ending.

I love how the director portrays the entire movie.
Zoeey Deschanel is one of the few beauties that capture my attention, I started to notice her in Yes man actually. Stunning eyes. Even I will fall for her.

Sweet stuff I swear, & its based on a true story.
But don't watch it with a date though.

Dangerous.

It made me ponder on love, y'know.
Love is more complicated than death, thats one thing for sure.

& its funny how you can be mighty cheery at one moment & after one phonecall you pretty much die on the spot.

stutter.
you wanna run away.
you do the most unexpected stuff.

good god.

Sometimes I just don't wanna talk anymore.
But just run.
hide somewhere.
away from the glaring face of the world.
away from giving yourself a facade.
my room is not the best place to be right now.

help.

the one about the stamp

2009-10-11T21:01:00.003+08:00

Ever since the stamp for entry at homeclub was chopped on my wrist on friday,
I have been obsessed with it.

How obsessed?
I called Josie up & ask him to ask the door chica ( door bitch is too degrading, I believe they are happy people ) what is it & where did they purchase the stamp from.
After bathing I take my sharpie marker & trace the remaining lines of the stamp print.

Its been long since I'm so obsessed over something.

Other than Jude Law, if you were wondering.

I've been so mesmerized by it, I might be doing a tatt of it on my hip.
Alongside with beatrice who wants a lipstick print on her wrist.

Right now,
I'm still thinking about it because I did recall myself saying once that I'll only place permanent ink on myself that has a greater meaning to it, like my current one.

So I have been trying to come up with funny, funny excuses.
Like, this print reminds me of dad.
so I should DO IT.
Like, this print reminds me of the fun I had with my friends.
so I should DO IT.

more more more more more.
Now I bet you must be wondering.

How does it look like?

Yes.
I know.
I can see you going ?! behind your screens.

Josie said its the lego mustache man.
To me it looks like a mustache man on a peanut butter jar saying "YAH MAHN".

oh dear.

G'day!

the one about the dream.

2009-10-11T19:24:00.003+08:00

The universe gives you a choice.
To choose.

In order to move forward, you know you have to change something in your life. From dropping out of school, to changing a diploma, to a break up, to patching back & etc.
Its never a destined fate.
People who say that " I'm destined to be tied to this fate. " ,
make excuses up so that they don't have to face any change in life.

For every decision you make, you will face the consequences with it.
The good & the bad ones.

Some days I ponder too much on the bad stuff.
It usually ends up hitting myself with the frying pan to wake me up but still,
you get the gist.

In return,
Knowing people from all walks in life,
Listening to them widens my muse, my imaginations.
Knowing that I'm never alone & basically, I'm not the first person to undergo such a turmoil of emotions.
Pursuing what I deemed to be my interest in life because I feel happy about it.
I love all my friends.

Like, hanging out with HSHS ( ahnehahneh&ybox360), singing in the train & basically anywhere on scotch.
Like, my mambopuff girls who never fail to mambo hard with cheesy music.
Like, my lovers who always try to meet me up despite their busy schedule.
Like, my cousins I've known all my life.

I'll never be alone.

Today,
I woke up.
My brain won the battle this time.
& hopefully for all.

In reality,
I tried my best.
I really really did.

I'm done.
Because I know that I'm only confining myself to my own state of mind.
You know,
its all psychology.

& we.
are stronger than that.

G'day!

the one about mambopuff girls.

2009-10-09T13:20:00.004+08:00

Oh mambo mambo,
you never fail us.

I think we can be called mambopuff girls.
I don't have a better name.

I feel sad for the owner.

& we were so tired we were chanting:

oh my, shit I'm so tired, my ears are ringing.
How I don't wanna be deaf but my ears are ringing.
Am I speaking too loud? But I'm not really really loud right because I can't hear properly.
Why the DJ like this? So loud, people had to stuff tissues into their ears to continue to mambo.
I think we are gonna have a damn good sleep when we get home la so tired so tired so tired
oh my I have never been so tired in my life, my ears are ringing.

& keep repeating it till we reach our individual destinations.

hahahaha.
I love you mambopuff girls.

G'day!

the about about oh,oh, how we have evolved.

2009-10-07T14:27:00.005+08:00

Someone once said to me that the only constant is change.

2005-2006:

2007:

2008-2009:

2009 was a turning point in life.

Embarrassing moments, Happy moments, horrible moments. Overtheworld moments.

Yeh sometimes I wake up in the morning wondering why did I do that. why did I do this. blah.
So here's a confession.

Whenever there's a night of mayhem, I have this strange & weird habit of calling people, close or not close to, on my phonebook & ranting all my private information/worries to the receiver.

Stuff that are so private, when I wake up in the morning & recall what I said, I take my frying pan & whack my forehead screaming " OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!"

Till date my (unfortunate) receivers, have been awesome people whom can actually keep a secret. But there's always one thing that all these lovelies have been telling me, now that I reflect back.

" B. WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO HOME. & SLEEP. SOME THINGS ARE NOT WITHIN YOUR CONTROL. STOP BLAMING YOURSELF FOR EVERY DAMN SHIT IN YOUR LIFE & LET IT GO."

I never regretted calling these people out of the blue, because they tell me stuff that I need to hear. So with my deepest gratitude, I thank you.

Yes people, I don't know how many of you out there are facing a huge predicament where shadows seem to be a little more darker than usual, but sometimes its not our fault.
We need to move on. Learn. Whatever.

Why? Because of failure? Because you fear failure?

Do what makes your face brighten up, even brighter than the sun.

Yeh people have been telling me that I look like a boy with my one sided sideburns & my fatty legs but guess what? I love my hair. I'm gonna lose my boobs if I'm gonna lose my fatty legs so.

PEOPLE JUST GONNA DEAL WITH IT.

SO WHAT

I guess I just lost my boyfriend
I don't know where he went
So I'm gonna spend my money
I'm not gonna pay his rent

I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

So, so what, I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't need you
And guess what, I'm havin' more fun
And now that we're done I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine and you're a fool
So, so what, I am a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't want you tonight

G'day!

the one about sideburns

2009-10-03T13:21:00.003+08:00

" HELLO I WANT SIDEBURNS! BUT I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE A BOY!"

& when dad saw my hair, he asked.

" Are you gonna do the rooster hair the next time I see you walking into the house in 3 months time ? "

G'day!

the one about wrecked.

2009-09-30T13:50:00.003+08:00

Madonna's tribute at VMA.
Brings back that certain turmoil of emotions that we feel at some point in our lives.
Somehow.

"Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died.

I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.

I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?

There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words.

That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.

He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.

Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.”

He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.

I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”

Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”

in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do.

Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.

It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.

We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael.

I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.

But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.

When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement.

Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”

But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson.

There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.

Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king."

G'day!

the one about why everyone needs a stranger.

2009-09-28T21:23:00.003+08:00

Why Everyone Needs A Stranger

Man: Excuse miss, why the long face?

Woman: Sorry, I don't talk to strangers.

Man: Your eyes look so lost. I noticed you have been wandering around passing by the ice cream stand for the 6th time in 30 minutes. I'll tell you what. Why don't you share with me what's haunting your soul? I'll leave & you'll never see me again.

Woman: How would you understand my predicament. How can you tell from my eyes. What if you are one of those bastardy jerks I have seen in my life?

Man: I once stood in your shoes. I wasn't wearing heels, but clearly & surely, I can detect a lost soul.

Woman: Okay stranger, I see that you are not any Tom, Dick or Harry. Tell me what's your deal. If you are trying to hook up with females you observe on the streets, I would suggest you cut your antics & follow the crowds of robots.

Man: All you need right now is just someone who wouldn't judge you, who understands that its human nature to err. To share all your daunting & the traumas you are currently facing, isn't it.

Woman: Promise you would always keep it with you & we'll never see each other ever?

Man: Yes stranger. You have my word.

G'day!

the one about PAYBACK'S A BITCH.

2009-09-24T12:40:00.006+08:00

One of the awesome weeks I had once in a while.

Aha.
Yeh, on the list of the "things I wanna do before I'm 20" lies:

#38 pierce my tongue.

so I asked out YY for moral support.
Thanks buddy, you're awesome.

Pain factor... 2//10.
Compared to naval... 7/10

But healing's an ass.
My tongue's like this monstrous piece of red thing. ( think slitter)
But funny as it is I'm still able to speak normally, though slower.

But the highlight of the week

When payback's a bitch.

I guess the old saying still goes a long way.

A leopard never change it's spots.

How dare you take advantage of all of us.
Sweet talking only works once or twice.
You know that.

All your lies & all your bitching comes to a stop.
You made everyone hate each other to prevent the truth from surfacing itself.

Hey guess what?
WE FOUND OUT.

Bitching about your friends ain't cool.
Especially when its all bullshit & lies.

You said,
"HOW CAN HE DO THIS TO ME? I'M HIS BRO!"

Male whore,
in the first place you never treated us as BROS.

We were all sincere with this bout of friendship with you.
But what did you do?

YOU BITCH.BITCH.BITCH.BITCH.
about what?

LIES.LIES.LIES.LIES.
ALL YOUR FUCKING LIES.

So, if I'm a Ngee Ann Poly wannabe,
why am I doing my final year in NGEE ANN?

Fucking joke.

You wanna hear the UGLY TRUTH?

You are this despicable male whore who doesn't see chicks. YOU SEE PUSSY.
its all about PUSSY isn't it?
Fucking any chick you see in the next block.
Boasting about your COLLECTION OF CHICKS.

Disgusting Beast.

You love seeing how chicks fall the moment you mind fuck them, don't cha.
Motherfucker.

You make me so mad.
Enough of your manipulation.

Heh, to think I actually thought we were besties.
By blogging about this you can definitely say that I don't give a fuck trying to salvage any form of BROTHERHOOD between us.

Oh did I just spoil your market from my network? :(

on the lighter note, check out ma blue shoes!

B's going Brit-ish!

G'day!

the one about doing nothing

2009-09-22T15:05:00.004+08:00

First off, I'm extremely impressed by Shu Uemura's Tokyo Lash Bar. ( Yeh I know, outdated info.)

Yeh I know, I don't usually have takes on fashion but I still have this penchant for Avant Garde stuff.

So people have been asking the conventional o' question.

" what are you gonna do for the holidays? "

After much contemplation & stoning, here's my answer.

Doing Nothing.

Nah, no kiddin.

This is extracted from 10 ways to enjoy doing nothing by Tom Hodgkinson.

Top tips for people who find doing nothing difficult:

1) Banish the guilt.
2) Choose the right role models ( think bob marley?)
3) Sketch a flower
4) Go bumbling
5) Play the ukulele
6) Bring back sundays
7) Lie in a field
8) Gaze at the clouds
9) Take a nap
10) Pretend to meditate

Apparently I don't have problems with doing nothing.
Kickass lazy bum.

My personal take is that sometimes people lose themselves in the midst of trying to catch up with the world. Monkey see, monkey do get what I mean?

Girl B: Oh, Girl A has a chanel blah, I need one too.

& after months of social conformity,
she becomes a duplicate of Girl A.

Haven't you seen the groups of chicks with the same hair that you can't even differentiate who's who because they all look the same?

Doing nothing gets me back on track with Beata, so that I don't stray away from her again.

When was the last time you did nothing?

G'day!

the one about past.present.future.

2009-09-20T19:51:00.002+08:00

the one about roadtrip part 1 fail.

2009-09-19T21:32:00.003+08:00

One of the reasons why I really really adore my parents is because they are spontaneous.
nah, not spontaneous.

FUCKING SPONTANEOUS.

2 days ago they told me that they want a roadtrip to Msia,
My dad & I being twins in a pod procrastinated & never got down to bookin.
So I went for TGIF with AhNehAhNeh & EeyoretheYbox360 with AhNehAhNeh singing his signature Opera tunes.
Because I assumed we were not going.

Then in the morning I was dragged out of bed hugging my pillow for the roadtrip.
& when we reached, the hotel at Desaru was fully booked. :(

So mum & I went berserk & we wanted to go to KL
then we wanted to go to Johor.
then we wanted to go to Malacca.
then we wanted to go to KL again.
then we wanted to go to Malacca again.

So just imagine the car turning north south east west because we kept changing our minds.
& decided to heck it, we'll just see what happens.

Hence we seek emotional solace from food.
CHECK OUT THE KICKASS LOBSTERS.

& the place is so. Nostalgic.
Brings you back to your little childhood memories where you run around the neighbourhood naked with your mum chasing you all over the place.
The ulu-ness, the uncommercialized-ness of the place.

Ogay I'm starting to feel old.
ANYWAY!

Screw shopping in Johor, KL still has the best stuff to boot for.
& we decided to head home in defeat.

but guess what?

roadtrip part 2 's next week.
HOHO!

MY FAMILY ARE NOT ADMITTING DEFEAT THIS TIME!
WE ARE GONNA CONQUER PULAI!

*war cries*

G'day!

the one about charlie males.

2009-09-13T17:49:00.004+08:00

So Jojo & I were talking about the issue on alpha males & beta males.

Alpha males -

From urban dictionary:

In a modern/human sense, younger males (teens, early 20s) will subscribe to the classical form. Like a lion, they will often be the strongest, most intimidating, hit on all of the women beta males want, are usually the first to have new sexual experiences and often dominate a set territory in thier 'hunt' for new women, such as local nightclub scenes.

From our (anonymous) perspection:

Males who are pretty much dicks but somehow seem to attract majority of the chicas. Usually very charismatic, good lookin' & confident. The first male of the group that you would notice.
Generally, they think more with their ding dongs, not their brains. They lack a good sense of character & always the alpha males think that they are know-it-alls, constantly looking down on people who do not follow their WAY OF LIFE. (FUCKED UP.)

Most of 'em ( or all of 'em) are from the preps, the bad boy category, engaging in many reckless activities ( fighting, their fuck list) that are also, surprisingly another plus points for the ladies.

Generally they are better off as friends, not lovers. When in a relationship they don't seem to place much effort, leaving the chick to pretty much do everything for 'em. They prolly never asked the chick to properly be their girlfriend, or simply a " you're my girlfriend now."

He will have an island full of ex-es, but apparently only a few (1?2?3?) gets a placement in his heart. Even so, he can never love that chick more than she loves him.

Beta Males-

From urban dictionary:

An unremarkable, careful man who avoids risk and confrontation. Beta males lack the physical presence, charisma and confidence of the Alpha male

From our (anonymous) perspection:

That clingy emotional male of the population. They can do the sweetest thing for their girlfriends & usually would love her more than she loves him. They are pretty much willing to place in hell lotsa efforts & treat every relationship very seriously, heading for the wedding bells.

They can be quite a huge turn off IF the chicks dislike the mushy mushy kind of conversations ( i.e: dardar), the clingy feeling that makes them look more like chewing gum, rather than a proper male & well. You get the gist.

BUT LEMME EMPHASIS ONE MORE TIME. They can be the bestest boyfriend if the chick don't mind the about mentioned.

Generally, they are a push over & not as emotionally sound as the alpha males.

But so far in my life, there are 3 guys who don't fit into that category hence, we created a new category for them.

CHARLIE males.

The interpretation:

The totally dateable guys out there that are really really rare to find. Needle in a haystack metaphor get what I mean?

Their alpha male attributes are clearly seen in how they prioritize their interests in their life. For example, studies/sports/music first, then family then etc. They have a firm stand on what they want in life & possess good confidence. They are usually 5/10 or 6/10 or 7/10 for looks ( decent lookin' ) but their character makes up for the rest of it.

Their approach to relationship is a little more inclined to the beta males, just minus that clingy portion & prolly focusing more on what they are willing to do for them. They are able to execute the sweetest actions ever.

The ones that makes everyone go :3 or awwwwww-------- kinda stuff.

He know that he isn't perfect & neither is the chick, but nonetheless he tries to make her the happiest chica in the world. Most importantly, he accepts the differences in the ideologies that both party has & definitely there will be some form of restrictions, but he allows her to pursue her passion. Vice versa.

& the best part?
She knows. (:

Yes chicas we will meet our charlie males one day.
To those who have, congrats.

& yes jojo, you belong to the charlie category.

Happy lepak sunday where you seem to walk everywhere sub consciously not really knowing where you're heading to & listening to songs by arctic monkeys & death cab for cutie with a dreamy smile on your face.

G'day!

the one about lover's #1 journey to china

2009-09-10T22:07:00.000+08:00

How'dy lover #1.

We're gonna miss your pig squeals & your awww when we do something extra sweeter for you.
& YES I'm free from your old granny nags for 6 months unless you see me on skype.

teehee.

Nah, I'm gonna miss you.
You're only gonna be back on Feb.

Shit China for banning bloggers & stuff.
I hope they haven't banned facebook.

Just so you know I created a skype account for you.
:3
So that when you hear my voice you balance out your chinah & singaporean slang.
haha.

because I said only friends give good bye hugs. lovers give good bye KISS. hence she tried to convince me to shuddap. teeehee.

insider joke.
Eh lovers we forget to pop the champagne for jia huey man.

okay will post awesome shits soon.
meanwhile,
TGIF!

G'day!

the one about the worst hangover ever.

2009-09-06T13:45:00.002+08:00

TGIF this week was so. radical.

Till the extent that we are actually going off hard liquor & beer for the next few weeks & are setting up the

" What not to do on a night out " list.

#1 Thou shalt consume food before touching Amsterdam beer lest thy stomach corrodes and erupts.
#2 No long island tea because its a killer.
#3 Shalt not make any decisions after 2am. Just sleep. Only one option. Just sleep.
#4 When drunk do not strut around aimlessly. Consequences are undesirable.

there's more. but lets stick with this first eh?

Thinking back on the series of events that happened on the whole never fail to make me wince in agony.

puking all over a fountain. shoes. sitting on the puke after series of puking.
falling into the bushes. (Hilarious shit ever I've seen.)
Inability to be on your 2 feet.
the horrible terrifying puking symphony.
morning walk of shame.

& more.

well.
At least mambo night was awesome.

We all love 80s & chezzzzzy music & prata for the post mambo.
teehee.

On the lighter side, here's an example of what I would call a office you can call home.
Its so beautiful the interiors & all.
I'm mesmerized.

:3
You gotta agree right?

anyway, tauhueylover#1's flying off this thursday for 6 months internship in china :(
so we celebrated her birthday 3 months earlier.

TO YOU SUCKERS WHO THINK I CAN'T BAKE CHECK THIS OUT.

buttermilk frostings on a black chocolate magic cake.
teehee.

hope my lovers enjoyed the day. :D

& after so long..

I wonder how it's been with you?
In the cold wind,
I pondered a little bit.

My body started to chill,
and as the sun was setting,
I ended up crying.

And as if to protect me,
you came and stood silently by my side,
didn't you?

You taught me
how to dream
and long and such.

I told you only a little while ago,
even if we get torn apart,
I won't forget
our dreams, so...

even though i'm far away from you,
I don't want to give up.
Even though we've always been rivals.

I don't need to hear any news,
beloved friend.

Don't need to tell my foremost thoughts.
beloved friend.

We'll meet once more, right,
beloved friend.

I won't forget you,
beloved friend...

--
You've always been with me haven't you dear? (:

So glad to see you again my friend.
G'day!

the one about people are funny aye?

2009-09-01T23:49:00.003+08:00

At some point of time you start to think & weigh the advantages & disadvantages of a relationship.
At some point of time you start to ponder if you will ever love again.
At some point of time you start to wonder if you will have requited love.

At some point of time you tire yourself out that you just seek tender loving care from therapy.

Why all this.

F-E-A-R.

you fear you will never find someone that you are willing to present unconditional love.
you fear you will never find someone to cuddle in bed when it rains.
you fear you will never find someone to do awesome shits in life with you.

you fear. you fear. you fear.

Unintended, yes it is.

You just wished it will all go away.
You convince yourself its nothing but a fleet of emotions.
Just passing by to tap you on the heart & shatter the clay you have been building.

Then you tell yourself emotions are controlled by you.
After much heated self argument you settled with being convinced.

then its back to square one.

People are funny aye?
G'day!

the one about the few perfect days.

2009-08-31T02:16:00.005+08:00

Okay this is not gonna be nonsense but pretty much a summarised update of happenings.

One of the bestest weekend in a while.

29th was shishilover#2's birthday.

before that myloversthecousins had an outing.
much loves & yes. the caravan thingy is still on.

check out the portoogeese crab. darn good.

then there was a collaboration of a combination of her groups of friends & all.
awesomeness.

Held at Ms Clarity's cafe.
food is really good in my opinion.
check it out here ( hungrygowhere.com)

& then sunday.

One of the few perfect days of the year.

woke up to rain & nua on the bed.
watched shows all day long.
chilly chilly weather.

kinda reminds me of strawberry swings by coldplay.

shynola did a really really great job directing the video.
check out the last scene okay.
I was so amazed I had to repeat it 5 times before I went ahhhh.

but I think the main highlight here is that I saw mirah.
oh me lord I miss her so much.

okay then BAYBEATS.

ANBERLIN ROCK MY BRAINS OUTTA MY SKULL.
good god you should regret if you didn't go.

ehe.

check out the number of heads.
My black pumps are completely soiled.
The heat was so bad I was pretty much soaked in sweat.
I got hit on the ear by this ass who was surfin' on the crowd.
Nearly pulled into a mosh.

but there was this buncha strangers who helped me out with the mayhem
whoever you guys are,
you guys are pretty much godsent.

& yes. long time ago
Mum's birthday.

Hope you enjoyed your weekend. :D
much loves.

G'day!

the one about the log.

2009-08-29T11:40:00.000+08:00

I have never been this exhausted after exams.

While everyone is celebrating their TGIFs & post exam celebrations combined,

I slept from 2pm all the way to 8pm.
& woke up.
& back to the wink from 11pm to 9am.
( ACTUALLY SOMEONE BAIL OUT ON ME FOR BAYBEATS. but its okay, you saved my ass when I called you 8.40am in the morning asking you to help me check my exam venue. We're Equals You Hear Me. :])

& what happened during the last paper that I only studied 1 day before the 9am paper itself?
I got into the cycle of panicism.
Hence, after ranting to ybox360, I ended up placing his display picture as my desktop picture because it cracks me up.

The conversation went something like this:

Me : You look like you're getting rape.
ybox360: looks like from the 60s damn arm chio.
Me: XIAO JIE---- DUO SAO? ( missy-- HOW MUCH?)
ybox360: since I'm getting rape then I guess its free.

AHAHHAHAHAH.
hence, tadah.

But feels good to actually catch up on winky because my friends have all have saying how my eyebags owns my face.

GR.

Eat your words fellers.
teehee.

Its been long since I've been this feminine with my dressing.
FOR shishimylover#1 & tauhueymylover#2 okay.
Since today's shishimylover#1's birthday.
:3

mambo soon. :D?

G'day!

the one about the poor rubbish bin.

2009-08-25T00:10:00.005+08:00

I have never been this cranky in my whole life before I swear.

Till the point where I just can't get my head into my books because I feel lethargic, sick & head heavy.

Help. Me.
So I tried to make things better heading over to the pharmacy to get water pills to help out with my water retention, BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE IT.

For the very first time in my life I went up to the carpark rooftop & punch kick adooken shoryuken hamtam the wall & the poor green rubbish bin.

because I was so tempted to kick whack triple punch the poor dude in front of me on the escalator. He's innocent. :( Hence, the poor green rubbish bin.

I got so exhausted I just plopped on the floor.
Oh dear.

Please don't try that.
Trust me my knuckles bled & it hurts so bad.

& I'm extremely petered out of mind.

help.

the one about duck.

2009-08-23T19:14:00.000+08:00

Exams are ending next week. FRIDAY.

WHICH MEANS.

*drumroll*

T.G.I.F !!!!!

OH MY GASM ITS LIKE YOUR LONG LOST LOVER COMING BACK HOME TO YOU.

Anyway, haven't you guys realized that today is one of the better days out there?
Raining, coolin' & chillin' feelin'.
Makes me drink pippin' hot green tea for the entire day. Literally.

Internal joke but I'm gonna place ducks in my post for today.

Yes.
Right now with the whole exams burn & kilorage its pretty much the "DON'T YOU DUCKING DARE TO PUSH MY BUTTONS" saga.

So.
If I'm really quiet or mean or snapping at any lovelies out there I'm sorreh :(

#1
I'm bloating up & my water retention is so bad people are going, " Be, cut down on the chocolate man."
Agony. If guys knew how it feels to have water retention the world would be a better place.

#2
Exam burn. Period.

#3
Sleeping for only 3 hours max these days. Baileys only help with 1 more hour of winky.
Hence, stop going " B YOUR EYEBAGS OWNS YOUR FACE. " I'll give a duck off look which resembles JU ON.
DON'T TRY ME.

On the other hand,
POST EXAMS ACTIVTIES ARE UPPA.
\\m//

tanning.
Baybeats BABY!
Gyming. ( I know it was a new year resolution. I"M GONNA GYM FINALLY OKAY.)
Mambo mambo.
WEEK of alternate TGIFs.
Flea flea markets.
sleep.
catch up on how I met your mother.
BAKING. ( my bro automatically volunteer to be a test subject. So him.)
bass bass bass.
Sleep over @ dahtheduckaloo & jiahueythetauhuey's place.

okay. gotta pull over & start muggin' muggin' muggin'.

G'day!

the one about this is what happens.

2009-08-20T17:59:00.000+08:00

This is what happens when you're under the spell of procrastination.
& when you believe that people study well under temperatures of 17 degrees.
With a comfy pullover.

G'day!

the one about exam burns.

2009-08-19T20:52:00.004+08:00

Here's a typical conversation during the exam period.

Antthetinyredant :
Hey, help me take my blue bottle. I forgot about it. Its on the floor. If you're still there that is, if not never mind.

Me:
It's with me. Bring along a ransom of MacDonald's large shaker fries or its mine.
P.S : I'm not at the library anymore

Antthetinyredant:
O. So did you take it?

Me:
Yesss its with me.

Antthetinyredant:
Kk. Keep it with you first. JJ bought that for me. Lol.

Me:
Okay I'm gonna use it first. hahahaha. Spread my beata cooties. \\m//

Antthetinyredant:
_|_ lol.

too much exam burn.
need mambo jambo.

Mr Brightside
the Killers

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...

G'day!

the one about food for thought

2009-08-16T14:57:00.003+08:00

I feel that men are pathetic when they need to mindfuck his girlfriends & take away what she deems to be truly happy about just because it doesn't seems to be CORRRECT in his narrow little chauvinist pea brain.

After taking away what she defines living as, he proceeds on to input acid in her, hence,
she demeans herself without even realizing that she's falling into his fucked up mindgame trap.

Ends up being a tool to him.
Ends up becoming his doll.
Ends up clinging on to him because she feels that no other guys will be able to love her because of who she is & that bastard is all she has because he " TRULY LOVES " her.

Lives in her own little world where she despises herself for who & what she is.
Because of one man in our huge glorious world.

& from all these manipulations, his ego inflates bigger than his already oversized mushroom head.
Because she lives to serve & please him all ways possible.
Starting with giving up her life for him.
Her passion. Her friends. Her family. Her character.
Just because its not in favor to him.
Maybe its because she seems to be able to have an "upperhand" with what she actually can accomplish as compared to the low life bastard.

& the disgusting thing is, he feels happy about himself throughout the entire process.

Move over babe,
he's not even worthy to be 5555 km near you.

& this is one of the reasons why I hate man so much.

G'day!

the one about FRIDAY not TGIF

2009-08-15T12:24:00.003+08:00

So for the first time in many weeks/months I actually broke my tradition of TGIF for exams.
I think?

The strange eating habits & food made me so sick I was sleeping for the past 5 days.
:(

& then RollyPollyKai & I were on the phone & we talked about

" WHY CHICKS ARE TURNING TO BUTCHES INSTEAD OF GUYS. "

longlonglonglonglong topic so will do that another day!
Netways, RollyPollyKai I'm sorry but deep down inside that macho hard exterior of your's you're just a spanish chica.
Just like how I'm a malay ah pek latin wannabe inside.

teehee,
still love ya buddeh.

I need. TGIF. SO. BADLY.

so I got inspired & wrote songs that are completely random/eccentric/happy/whateveryouwantittobe.

Song's called Cinnamon Puffballs

D, D?, A, A?, D7

I love my Cinnamon Puffballs
with a cherry on the top
I love my Cinnamon Puffballs
with a cherry on the top

With a hint of baileys & a dollop of whipped cream
With a hint of baileys & a dollop of whipped cream

Ohhh Cinnamon Puffballs with a cherry on top

loveitloveitloveitloveit
loveitloveitloveitloveit

No worries JubstheChugmeister, the song is not going up.

Okay somehow these songs perked me up a little okay.
Somehow!
teehee.
Okay I think I need my TGIF.
AFTER EXAMS AFTER EXAMS!

Also, if you need a playlist to perk you up
I feel that the mixtapes from HomeClub's really really good.

Here's one stuck in my head.

Ginette's Mixtape for Sunshiney Days

01) Star Guitar - The Chemical Brothers
02) Organ Donor Extended Overhaul - DJ Shadow
03) Plug in Baby - Muse
04) 7_4 (Shoreline) - Broken Social Scene
05) Jump - Every Little Thing
06) Wonder - Lamb
07) Catch the Sun - Doves
08) Island of the Honest Man - Hot Hot Heat
09) Father Guido - Handsome Boy Modeling School
10) Crips - Ratatat
11) Never Lose a Beat - Kaiser Chiefs (Cut Copy Remix)
12) Atlas - Battles
13) Salty - Enon

Alternative music kinda playlist,
MUSE & ENON FTW!
good god I love these 2 so much.

But its only available on the facebook page of homeclub so yehhh.

:]

G'day!

the one about my obscene diet.

2009-08-12T16:35:00.000+08:00

Hunnytummy has been weird.

Here's what I ate over the past few days.

#1

Jacob's biscuits that are apparently expired & tasteless.

#2

Expired milk.
BY ACCIDENT.
Never never drink anything from the fridge at 7am in the morning when your body is driven by your sub-consciousness.
Lesson Learnt.

#3

Coffee too rich it created the I can't sleep but I wanna sleep syndrome.

#4

shaker shaker shaker fries.

#5

Shandong peanuts that Ah Peks eat.

Man.Man.Man.
Its the weight gaining season. :(

& I have a strange feeling that there's a malay ah pek that lives inside my subconscious-ness who is a latin wannabe.

teehee.

kay pictures up next time.
lovelies.

G'day!

the one about my fingers.

2009-08-08T16:50:00.006+08:00

I love my TGIFs.
Even though I have to sacrifice 2 weeks worth of it for the exams.
OH DARN.

anyway.
While Jubsthechugmeister & I were at Holland V he did a palm analysis for me.
Staring at my palm for the longest time with his eyebrow twitching away he came to a conclusion that:

I'M SUPPOSE TO BE GAY.
Yes. Lesbian.

Because

#1 my ring finger is longer than my index finger on my right palm & this indicates that my male testosterone is high. Chicas usually have their ring fingers shorter or of equal length as their index finger.

#2 My palm is square-shaped, not the usual V-shaped ones that chicas have.

Maybe this explains why

#1 I love Beer.
#2 I love talking about cars & guy stuff.
#3 I'm never too girly. Trust me.

Interesting man.
Maybe this is the reason why I can actually appreciate chicks & remember my analogy of how I was suppose to be a guy?
LOOK. THE SIGNS. THE SIGNS.

Nah, I won't be going for a sex change.
NOOOOO.

alrights.
So this week was a funky week as Dahtheduckaloo, Titheindiechick and I try to get Ronald a boner.

Which apparently never happened :(

teehee.

& how Jacky & Mr Bun have sucha good friendship going on that whenever I come near Mr Bun Jacky grows at me.

ass.

& then caught a movie finally after howmanycowswillcometomyplaceformilk years.
HANGOVER.
YES.
Do yourself a favor & catch the show because its so good with its sexual jokes.
If there's a kind of joke that never fails to captivate majority of the people it has to be sexual comedy.
AHAHHAHA.

& then Holland V with JubstheChugmeister,
I swear we make awesome beer buddies.

WHAT THE BARTENDER PEED IN MY BEER?!

teehee.

Anyway, if you can't study & need motivation.
Buy a sunflower & place it in front of you on your studytillyouchoketodeath table.
I think it helps.

THINK.

G'day!

the one about the bonnie & clyde dream.

2009-08-04T22:36:00.002+08:00

One of the best way to wake up is from a really really awesome dream.
which I had today, for God knows how long time ago.

I was lying down at my usual spot at the carpark roof at night just like the picture.
& there was a Mr beside me, I don't know who.

Lets call him Mr Whoopiedeeyapar.

Mr Whoopiedeeyapar :
" B, how do you wanna die? "

Me:
" I have thought about this & I have my top 10 ways of passing on."

Mr Whoopiedeeyapar :
" Nice. Whats on the top of your list? "

Me:
" Currently it will have to be passing on the Bonnie & Clyde way. But I need a guy to carry it out with me. We'll rob the bank one day & run away from all the police forces. They will call all the SWAT teams on us & we'll be on FBI's most wanted. Then we'll go to his deserted railway place & we run till our feet bleed. When they catch up with us, we'll hug each other as they fire their bullets at us & I'll die on you. "

*Silence*

Mr Whoopiedeeyapar :
" Sounds good. When do we start? "

& then I woke up.
With the biggest grin on my face.

& please watch this.
HILARIOUS.

G'day!

2009-08-03T18:37:00.000+08:00

when life comes to a standstill you fumble for air & breathe.
Forgetting you were hyperventilating.
But just with immense joy you breathe.

and breathe.
and breathe.

have you felt this before?

the one about mugging.

2009-08-02T19:43:00.003+08:00

Mugging season is here. :(

Yes people.
Exams. SHIT.
Now its just my cafe latte & me.

No, not teh bing.
Teh Bing doesn't carry enough kick for my morning insanities anymore.
Its been real crazy this whole week, I seriously mean crazy.

I think I have been influenced by bipolar-ness.
:(
This week I went tanning & did some soulsearching.
This week I went out for 2 nights of mayhem with my friends.
This week I went out for a night of whatthefuckiswrongwithmylife analysis with josie.
This week I felt abrupt joy.
This week I actually realized that I like you but you don't seem to like me.
This week I saw my decade buddy, lynn & we catch up on the train for 45 minutes.
This week I went for ALL MY LESSONS LECTURE INCLUDED & nearly died on friday.
This week I had a long long chat about vehicles & photography & travelling for 1.5 hours with nian & yi outside the male toilet.
This week I gather up the courage to seek my parent's help in getting a head start in my passion for photography.
This week I joked about chicas & materialism combined.
This week I teared with anger over a heated argument of my social life.
This week I dreamt of bungee jumping.
This week I talk all about muggin & muggin & end up doing other stuff.
This week I realized how much I don't really adore clubbing but I love chilling & drinking at bars & pubs.
Holland V or Home Club please.

& the list goes on & on.

the only thing I can actually say is WOW.

Me think me needs a mugging buddy.
The buddy who says.
STUDY YOU SHITHEAD. STUDY OR ELSE YOU WILL FAIL YOUR SEMESTER.

my lovers:

I got caked with courtesy of OXY.

This is how she caked me.

& this is the birday chica OXY: love you long time.teehee (:

okay. mug much?

G'day!

the one about staring at my feet.

2009-07-30T00:14:00.000+08:00

I have this thing for staring at my own feet.
teehee.

No, but staring at my feet has a greater meaning to it.

okay & I'm starting to sound like a retard.

Netways, the Universe has been nice to me on tuesday & has granted me good weather.
& as promise, I shall not use plastic bags excessively.

So now I'm happy because I have a milk chocolate tan.
I wanted dark chocolate but figured I would exceed the timings & turn into a lobster.

Expect the musing.

I was thinking to myself that I hate it when feelings get involved with friendships.
Feelings are like this twisted dagger that swipes the rope.
You know that things will never be the same with feelings involved.

& I really hate it.
I'm tired of my friendships getting all screwed up by a little twisted thing called feeling.

Friendships are able to last for decades.
Like how Jojo&Hans are gonna be my backup husbands if we are still single at 50.
We will rent an apartment & have 10 different dogs.

Okay they don't know about the 10 different dogs but they should be able to deal with it.
teehee.

Netways,
Relationships, if they do not work out, the two parties tend to drift away as much as they can try to say
"OH WE ARE STILL BEST FRIENDS" & this scenario happens especially to serious relationships & people you have known for a real long time.

Now the dilemma presented here is,
If people drift away & fall into the abyss harder if feelings get involved in strong relations such as besties & all,
then what now?

Anyone believes in love at first sight?
I do.
My parents were a result of love at first sight.

Cliche,
yes smack me if you will but letting feelings get in the way of good friendships is horrendous.

I love my friends/homies & I wouldn't want any form of external feelings to get in between all of us.
Don't you agree?

& the chunk of musing happened during tanning.
AHHHHH.
swell.

So I was telling dadeh today when we were having steamboat & beer,

"I think I'm going on an abstinence from dating. Why sacrifice friendships that can lasts for decades for love that might just spoil the whole relation? We all can have a good beer time & drink our blues away together, right?"

& he held up his mug of beer & we cheers to that.

I love my family.
They're so awesome.
Except the moments when they flip the house when I get into hot soup.
:D

G'day!

the one about cranky.

2009-07-27T21:48:00.002+08:00

I'm real cranky.
Because I need a tan.

The last time I tanned was in May.
May.
May.
May.
May.
May.

Its like this disease with short hair.
When my hair gets too long I need to cut it or else I'll be cranky.
When I'm turning chicken fair I need to tan or else I'll be cranky.

Dear Universe,
please grant me good weather tomorrow or I'll be extra crankier.

EXTRAAAAAAAA crankier.

Pretty please with a cherry on top.
Last week I told you that I was going to tan on a wednesday & you gave me the rain.

Please stop being so mean & grant me good weather tomorrow or I go on a plastic bag rampage &
start using plastic bags for everything I do.

Thank you & love you long time.
be nice universe.
be nice.

Life In Technicolor II
Coldplay

There's a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing

There's a cold war coming
On the radio I heard
Baby it's a violent world

Oh love don't let me go
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
I could hear the sirens sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Time came a-creepin'
Oh and time's a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes o-o-on
Time only can lead you on
Still it's such a beautiful night

Oh love don't let me go
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Gravity release me
And dont ever hold me down
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

G'day!

the one about ladder theory.

2009-07-26T18:25:00.001+08:00

Recently I have been catching episodes of How I Met Your Mother, & to those who don't know what is it,
PLEASE WATCH IT.

Netways, the relationship between Lily & Marshal is wacked but I guess this made me muse,

Bung got attached to his girlfriend not long ago, & they are really really doing well.
Its hard to find someone who actually likes you back as much as you like him/her.

Lets face it, there's no way a dating process is going to work in the way where "Oh, I don't expect anything back from him/her." Then it will end up as a miserable one way thing that everyone on this earth has faced before. (Mostly).
So, I guess basically to all the couples out there, appreciation is vital.
Never take someone whom you love for granted.

In ancient China, chicas & amigos were somewhat predicted & destined to be together since young (toddler please.) base on their eight star character, the animal of the year that they were born etc & most important, their golden lilies, aka, their bounded feet. The women only considered having their life accomplished when

#1 They bear their husband a son.
#2 They get married out.

Fast forwarding to our age & time, it so funny that we are given a choice of singlehood or to get into a relationship.
I guess this prolly enables me to be more appreciative of the people around me & my next relationship.

Nat was sharing with me the ladder theory which amused me, because it basically portrays how the general population, or I might say, the entire population of chicas looks on dating.

"
The first thing to notice here is that a woman has not one ,but two ladders. This is because in addition the normal ladder, a woman also has a friends ladder. The friends ladder is where a woman puts guys that she considers "just friends". More to the point where she puts guys who don't get to have sex with her.

The problem arises because a woman never lets a guy know which ladder he is on. Obviously there is a huge difference, or gap between these two ladders. It is in this gap that kisses of death are delivered and intellectual whores are made. All a man can do is "go for it" and make a move on a girl; ask her out, try to kiss her, write her a love note or whatever. If he's on the good ladder fine. If he is on the friends ladder this is a case of ladder jumping. The man is trying to jump the gap from the friends ladder to the real ladder. The girl has two choices at this point: she can let him on the ladder and all is well, or, more likely, she can kick him in the head, and off the ladder. If you look you'll see that below the ladder is the Abyss(what was it Nietzsche said about a man being on a rope stretched over an Abyss?....well it's worse than he thought; there is no rope.) So the man falls into the Abyss. The Abyss isn't really as bad as it sounds. Mostly it's a period of self-loathing, embarrassment, and of course utter awkwardness with the girl in question if they are talking at all.
"

As quoted from laddertheory.com.

This really really enlightened me & I had a good laugh,
I hope it did the same for you (:

----------------

Pictures says it all. I had fun hanging out with you buncha wackos.

Hope you fellers had a good weekend,
G'day!

P.S:
my eyebags are really horrible during this phase of time because of the workload & all.
I'm getting my bags to settle down to unfold into nothing.
SO PLEASE.
spare me kay.

love you long time!

2009-07-25T23:06:00.002+08:00

I need a quiet night today.

the one about .....

2009-07-21T17:36:00.000+08:00

As I sit on my little spot in a cafe far away from urbanization,
hooked on its little teapot of homemade tea,
auscultating to the little mixtape of acoustics,

I begun to start another passage on my daily musings about whatsnot.
I'm amused by how people can get inspired in most uncanny whereabouts.

How I have been an oxymoron here & there.
How insanity can get someone petrified in his own spot.
How a simple cuppa coffee has the power to brighten someone's day.
How a simple note that emits love such as " IMISSYOUSOMUCHA!" is able to make someone tear with glee after a hard day.

That afterall everything is just a conclusion of our previous actions.
And from these conclusions begins another second segment in the same episode.
Maybe, the third, the fourth, the fifth segment.

How every stranger that has any form of contact with you has some form of impact in your life.
I find joy in such musings.

With such musings it creates a wider perspection that the world is so surreal.
With a familiar muse that rings in my introspection that I just can't stop but enter it.

" What won't kill you only enables you to emerge as a better human, in mind & soul & heart. Fret not, for all this is just a passage in life that only serves to remind us to give more indebtness to the brighter side of life."

We decide the psychological impact that fucked up events give us in life.
Its a choice for us to grow. to learn. or to continue to face such matters repeatedly.
Why are we not changing these fucked up events to something that we smile to?

Oxymoron.
Thats what human beings are.
I guess I'm still wrangling away in my little shelly.

But,
the world has never seemed to be more brighter & interesting.

I hope I have not exhaust your eyes from this entry.
much loves.

G'day!

the one about one of the best TGIF TGIS

2009-07-19T21:47:00.002+08:00

So I just had one of the best weekends in a while.
Smiling & laughing till my mouth cramped.

Homeclub on sat.

&

Fishing on sun.
with ze family & pens.

he ain't heavy---- he's my brother.

------------
Okay people you gotta stop bugging me to change my attire because I love monochrome colors like black & white & I just can't get enough them & I love to keep my attire simple. Depends on my mood on the day &

monochrome colors make me happy.
I'll make it up by injecting some colors when I feel gay-er than usual.
HEARTS.

this is to all the people who stumble into my life & made my day.

(:

G'day!

the one about swell shits in life.

2009-07-16T21:03:00.006+08:00

I have been PEMAS-ing ( read on if you don't know PEMAS) these few days and it really really really is sucky.

But with Beer.
Ho ho ho.
Beer neutralizes PEMAS.

I know.
I was suppose to be a man in this lifetime but I guess when I was being made my genitals was misplaced and thats how I end up being me.

More musing. More musing about life & all the swell shits in life you can think about.

Like how I have always felt that I'm an alien sent down to Earth to examine the human species but end up losing my memories as an alien and getting stuck in a female body.

Some shits I do in my daily life even I can't understand myself.

Like how I can ponder about the selection of cakes, staring at the cakes display at Starbucks for 30 minutes. I can actually sit and stare at the cakes for the next few hours & never get tired of it, really.

It would take not just a lifetime but an eternity to decipher the mystery behind amigos & chicas because even I myself have a difficult time understanding myself as a female.

& how I can just get my shopping for clothes done in 1 hour when chicas usually need a day or more.

& how I have this pact where if Selms & I are still single at 50, (my backup's JoJo & my second backup is Hans, we gotta be prepared!) we'll marry each other because we don't wanna die having our gravestones to appear:

RIP : Beata G Liew
Boyfriend : NONE.
Husband : NONE.
Adopted Children : NONE.
Animals : 47 CATS. 32 DOGS.
Died peacefully on blah blah SINGLE. SINGLE. SINGLE. SINGLE. (loser.)

Uh no.
Bad bad bad.

& how I love making stupid lyrics that makes no sense at all. Like how inspired I am by the Beer Song by South Park.

Oh,
What is the malted liquer?
What gets you drunker quicker?
What comes in bottles or in cans? (beer)
Can't get enough of it, (beer)
How we really love it, (beer)
Makes me think I'm a man, (beer)
I can kiss and hug it, (beer)
But I'd rather chug it, (beer)
Got my belly up to here, (beer)
I could not refuse a, (beer)
I could really use a,
Beer, beer, beer.

Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer.

I can't remember how much I have had,
I drank a twelve pack with my dad, (belch)
That's my son the drunken manly stud,
I'm proud to be his bud,
Here have some pretzels,
No!
I'll call it quits,
Those things give me the schlits.

Drink with your family,
Drink it with your friends,
Drink till you're fat,
Stomach distends,
Beer is liquid bread it's good for you,
We like to drink till we spew,
OOH
Who cares if we get fat,
I'll drink to that,
As we sing once more.

What is the malted liquer,
What gets you drunker quicker,
What comes in bottles or in cans (beer)
Can't get enough of it, (beer)
How we really love it, (beer)
Makes me think I'm a man, (beer)
I can kiss and hug it, (beer)
But I'd rather chug it, (beer)
Got my belly up to here, (beer)
Only I adore it, (beer)
Come on dammit pour it,
Do it for me,
Brew it for me,
Feed it to me,
Speed it to me. (beer)

The most wonderful drink in the world.
Hooray.

& how insanity at its best is the best medicine to life.
(:

Oh yeh. Check out my bruise man.

sweeeellllll.
Gamer language: My bruise owns your bruise.

G'day!

the one about strawberry swings

2009-07-14T18:07:00.004+08:00

I found my strawberry swing.

--------------------------

Sometimes life hits you back a little harder than normal.
It was only in this year that I realize the value of friendship.
Only this year that I see who stays no matter how tough matters roll.

Wouldn't it be swell if everyday could be a day of hanging out with people you love and just chill with them over a couple of beer?
Just muse about life & how eccentric the world can get?

Have seen shallow people more than usual
Or maybe its because I change my mentality that not all's a friend, and start to open up my eyes more.

Like what Bob Marley said,

and I start to see how one of Marilyn Monroe's quotes reflects reality.

" I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. "

Have lost friends here & there which is disheartening.

Friends are darn important.
Friends are the people who smack you back on the roll when you drift off.
Friends are the people who says " Keep it bowlin', just keep it bowlin' "

Sometimes.
urgh.

Reality - 1
Beata - 0

the one about the birthdays & politics.

2009-07-12T14:13:00.005+08:00

Saturday's packed with birthdays from the best uncle ever to dora sweets.

and heading on the dbl O for dora's birthday celebration.
I'm sure you had fun babe ;)

Decs. Rens. Chuns.
Thanka vera mucha for savin' my ass of politics.

Selms.
Thanka vera mucha for "I got yeh back."

Josie Sutham.
we GOTTA drink soon man!
after your NDP madness kay!

I love you people.
seriously.

And I have to use my purple contact lens that looks frigging fake for a month.
Insanity at its best.

hahaha.
G'day!

the one about blogshopping rage

2009-07-11T10:29:00.006+08:00

Okay. I'm pissed.

Because apparently the prices for apparels in blogshops are higher as compared to retailed.

Take for instance,
I saw the exact same item going for 8 bucks in a retail outlet at Bugis & 20 bucks at a blogshop.

And can you imagine that the retail still have to deal with more issues as compared to a blogshop & the blogshop is pricing it more?

?!

And I don't know if blogshoppers have started to realized but the retails offer better deals as compared to the overpricing at blogshops.

Unless you're talking about manufacturing your own apparels & creating a brand name for yourself then its another matter because that's your design.

but hey! I see the same stuff going for a much lower prices at retails.

What happen to the joy of blog shopping knowing that we can find better deals at a lower price for the same item when its diminishing?

Sickening much.

and the best portion is that when they go on sales, their apparels are going for 10 bucks.
10 bucks and they still earn a little.

Imagine when they price the items like wtf prices like 30 bucks.
Dah & I were pretty much disgusted.

Cut the blogshoppers some slack & reasonably price your items please.
Bring the joy back from blogshopping.

Gr.

& lately I'm going purple.

I can't stop the purple madness. :(

G'day!

the one about :]

2009-07-09T22:05:00.002+08:00

My best company after a long day of project madness.
cheers!

Lighten up people!
PEMA will be gone after a while!
I feel your agony during the phase of projects.

TGIF people.
TGIF!!

G'day!

the one about PEMA syndrome

2009-07-07T18:54:00.006+08:00

Have you ever got this experience when you reach exhaustion and kilorage at the same time?
You start to

#1
Blabber ALOT of nonsense like

" I want tom yam ice cream with curry "
or
" I wanna be a rubber duck"
or
" Why is the sky full of unicorns?"

#2
Get really really cranky and then suddenly you're full of life.
Bi-polar.

#3
Start to swear and curse. More than normal.

#4
Reach home and immediately POFF. on the bed.

#5
Cut your hair really really short and resemble the male population.

Uh no.
Cause that's what I did.
Even retail therapy did not really help out with the condition.
Noh, this is not PMS.
I rarely PMS.

Retail therapy cures PMS.

This is PEMA syndrome.
To be more specific,

Projects Eating Me Alive syndrome.
I think I'm not the only one suffering from this right now.

Soon, I can predict this:

Dah will be screaming.
Ti will be banging her head on the wall.
And I will be a goldfish, eating air repeatedly.

So right now my hair is dreadfully short and quite screwed up because I went to another hairstylist and didn't wait for Kash to help me out as per normal. Well. Its not exactly screw up but its not the hair that I want.

So now I just have to rely on my beloved headbands for the timebeing.

Before I start hitting on my projects again,

Lepak lepak with dah and selms for retail therapy. :]
thank you besties!
I guess one of the best stuff on earth is still your homies eh?
:] :] :]

Okay. I gotta return to my projects before the PEMA syndromes start acting again.

G'day!

the one about the engrish.

2009-07-04T23:01:00.001+08:00

G'day!

the one about back scratching monkeys.

2009-07-04T16:23:00.004+08:00

KEGs.
You guys are awesome.

BlackDiscoBall.
You guys are awesome.

I love the gig at homeclub so mucha.
You guys got me and Jo head banging like we need help from woodbridge.

and monkey #1,

you are whacked and awesome and we are twin sistas in a pod man.

anyway.
this has got to be one of the most whacked thing I have seen for 2009.

Going to home club for a gig.
And bringing home an orange couch.
These guys are the definition of fun I swear.

Don't believe?

HEHEHE.

and this is what I see everyday when I start my makan.

Ass.
He never understands that I'm immune to his plan of cocking his head.

Ah.
Sometimes I just give in to him.
HEE.

(:

Dude, I'm prolly gonna be the worse girlfriend on earth. Its better this way, for me and for you.
Trust me. A zillion chicas on earth and you're a fine and awesome lad trust me. (: I still love ya as a bestie. I hope you do too. (:

And to you.

Please don't continue to make yourself a victim of social politics.
I'm single. yes.
How about you?
You're attached to this sweet dude and you constantly fool around.
Still being an eager beaver to use me as a bitch topic to maximize your popularity?

I'm honored, I really am.
think again darling.
I still love you enough to slap you on your face. (:

G'day!

the one about the piercing eyes.

2009-07-01T14:15:00.000+08:00

the one about here and there

2009-06-30T17:43:00.002+08:00

I have been all over SG for the past few days.
Its awesome to see so many new insights and as a matter of fact there is some sort of a different culture in the East, West, North and South.

Somehow.
People in the East seems to be more friendly somehow.

With the urgent project datelines and me screwing up my part for a certain project and exams coming in 1.5 month's time.
I guess I won't be lepaka lepaka so often now.

Like the other day I was sleeping at my usual G - Spot at sky gardens. Or whatever the pretty place is called on VivoCity.
For 2 hours.

Even thinking about it now makes me wanna just go there and have that good o'nap.
Well.

At least I got my homies in school to pull me through the shit moments in school.

and I spend an entire night revamping my iphone.
LOOK!

its the phone emitting love man.
and people who missed the recent flea market at Mount Sophia Road.

AHAHAHHAHA.
too bad.

>:)

G'day!

the one about the strawberry swings

2009-06-29T09:52:00.003+08:00

Strawberry Swing
Coldplay

They were sitting
They were sitting in the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking in the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna just curve away
When it's such
When it's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day
ahh...

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
Could be grey
Without you I'm just miles away

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

I love this song.
Its my chilla song at the moment!

-
Free Spirited -
Someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is always themselves regardless of the situation and lives life to the full. Not restricted by other people's opinions.

now that's me.
What's your's?

G'day!

MJ

2009-06-27T22:19:00.004+08:00

I had a busy busy busy week.
of much lovin'.

until one morning I woke up to the news of MJ's passing.

And hence I wondered.

With 1 man who changed the history of music.
The world mourns for this death.

How many people have used his music for celebration?
In a occasion such as a wedding?

How many people has been inspired by him to take up dancing?
How many people has been inspired by him to take up the vocals?

I'm sure he has ignited the passion of music in many.

This is for you MJ.

I thank you for the times when I grew up grooving to "Beat it" with my mum.

I'm sure you are having starbucks with Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe somewhere.
Or maybe dancing in the streets to Thriller with Elvis.

Cheers to one of the greatest figure in history.

the one about what happens in KL-Genting

2009-06-24T10:55:00.008+08:00

First and foremost,
this is travel buddy.

His name is Mr Buttcheeks and he's the biggest one.

I figured I might be doing more travelling this year because its a life long passion and urge to see the world in so many ways possible.
Yes. I'm an obsessive Mr Bean Bear fan.

what happens in KL-Genting:

Eating. Shisha. Boozing. Rollercoasters. Chilling. Disturbing people.
Now that's life!

G'day!

the one about hommies

2009-06-23T13:39:00.003+08:00

in the morning I woke up and saw this bugger in front of me and I just had to snap these photos of him because it shows how much he loves to lepak lepak.

I swear 8 years being with this bugger we grow on each other.
He loves to lepak lepak just like me.
He even likes to drink teh ping even though its makes him waterfall.

I love him so.

This is frigging awesome.
Got it somewhere.
Definition of Hommies:

The dudes who go through your fridge without asking,
The dudes who smile as they call you a bitch or dumbass,
The dudes who kick you when you're down,
The dudes who tell you to snap out of it when you're really down.
The dudes who ride with you "till the motherfuckin' end"

I got mad love for my homies.

and my favourite picture from the Msia trip.
The fellers are awesome to travel with.

much much much love.

G'day!

the one about kilorage.

2009-06-22T18:35:00.004+08:00

I'm sick and tired of this question that you constantly impose on me and I choose to blog about it because if this doesn't push my point and enforces my stand then you really are the worse.

Dear KILORAGE.

I am not looking for a relationship.
I am not looking for the constant nagging and constrictions in a relationship.
I know what I want in a guy and currently I do not want a guy to centralize around me.
So please.
Stop asking before I start to question if you are in fact, a desperado.

and typing this down means that I am pissed off with you and your stupid antics.

and if you do not stop,

I will sneak into your room in the middle of the night and cut off your favorite appendage. I can make it look like an accident honey, so don't push me.

much appreciation and love,
beata g liew.

G'day!

(credits to ghost of girlfriend's past for the line (: )

the one about the wicked dream.

2009-06-18T06:49:00.001+08:00

Ho SHIT MAN.

I had this wicked dream that I became a terrorist and signed up for the role of a suicide bomber. My partner died and his guts exploded all over him and I woke up at 1.42am.

AND HASNT BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP SINCE THEN.

and had a frigging sinful snack of 2 butter croissant bathed in milo powder and 2 cans of beer.

@&$@%^$%@*^#@(%#$%@$%@$(!#*(!!!!!!

and so here I am watching FairyOddParents at 6.53am in the morning with the sun rising on my left.

AHHHHHH.

Ain't so bad afterall. ;)

G'day!

the one about the reason my friends call me a goofball.

2009-06-17T23:42:00.000+08:00

This is the reason why my friends call me a goofball.
Because I dare to have tremendous fun doing AWESOME shits.

Unglam as it can get.
WE ALL HAD SHITLOADS OF LAUGHTER.

(:
I guess sometimes we gotta let ourselves loose.
We do forget that the world is a playground among all its political rubbish sometimes.

and recently one of my inspirations would be Joyce Wong because she dares to live her life the way she wants it.

Viva la Vida : Live the Life.

Check out this entry of her's.

I'm a Standout in life (click)

She's so awesome.

G'day!

the one about nooks

2009-06-16T20:36:00.000+08:00

Woakay.

I'm still waiting for the nun pictures.

But, here's my latest bite on my places-to-chill-out saga!

Nook
cafe wine bar

Its an awesome place to chill and do your catch up moments and stuff.
I love the place as it feels real homely and its one of the few places where all the furnitures are all different and this sets the whole unique-ness of the place.

Me likey.

It offers spanish food and wine, and I love the fact that its a place not meant for large crowds such as Starbucks and all. It kinda makes you feel that its only you and your buddy having that usual lepak lepak session.

its located at 15 Chu Lin Road Singapore 669907
off Jalan Remaja along Hillview Avenue
Take bus 173 from Bukit Batok interchange and navigate yourself there (:

www.nook.com.sg

G'day!

the one about penny

2009-06-11T19:34:00.000+08:00

HELLO PENNY YOU ARE SO AWESOME AND PRETTTEY!!!

EHHEHEHHEE.

the one about mundanity

2009-06-11T13:09:00.001+08:00

Okay. so apparently I bought a 400 thread count bed sheet and slept for 17 hours.
Good God I'm so awesome.

aha!

mudanity is at its best right now and its filled with musing and more musing.

and more musings.

"Gently it comes as I place my hands across the field of wheat,
Touching the tip as it kisses my palms,
With awe I gaze at the golden fields.
A cottage in the distance I see,
made out of nothing but visions from my dreams.
I am home."

(L)!

the one about the highlights

2009-06-09T15:36:00.000+08:00

Oh did I tell you?

Dah got her pink highlights and its awesome!!

and, the cousin's BBQ!

no. the tomato's not touching my boob.

check this out.

Cyrus's shirt says " ABCDEFGHAPPY"
my shirt says " STFU"
awesome.

and I lost my wallet again. :(
I guess that design wasn't mean for me.
DESPITE HOW MUCH I LOVE IT SO!!

so here's my current wallet.

AHA!
G'day!

the one about getting inked. for real.

2009-06-05T07:30:00.000+08:00

Now remember the times when I scare you people with me using markers to draw out a tattoo on my ankle or something like that?

Check this out

Yes.
Bea finally got tattooed after 4 years of waiting.
I'm very very impressed by Ael who did this because this is copyrighted his.
Not something printed out from the internet and pasted directly, but this is a design that is his own style and is Marilyn Monroe Signature Inspired.

This tatt is significant to me as it holds greater meaning and a promise I made to myself for life. Thats why my parents allowed me to do it ( reluctantly!) because they know that this is important to me.

The process?
Check out the pictures for yourself.

This is the basic outline that Ael did for me. He so frigging talented I can't believe it because he came out with this design within like, 10 minutes after looking at the Marilyn Monroe Signature and incorporating my own words inside. The words read " Maioribus Dies" in latin.

This is my virgin tattoo. Before the inked got in my body I was freaking out. Freaking out. Freaking out! But hey! There's a first for everything right?

and hence, the inking begun and seriously. all the screaming videos on youtube? KISS MY ASS because it seriously did not hurt as badly as I thought. The experience is more of awesome than pain or agony or anything related to it. I can talk. sing. during the process. But I guess its subjective to the body part and the person doing it because pain is also partly psychological. Psst. It is scientifically proven that females have 3 times more pain threshold as compared to males. AHAH. I did hurt at some part though, but it wasn't pain until screamo kind of pain.

Imagine poking your neighbor's cat and being scratched by it because you annoyed it. Its that kinda pain. Ain't so bad eh!

when it was done, I have never been so happy with the work. No mistakes made. After care tattoo instructions were given well and touch up after 2 weeks!

Now it looks like I went to some rock concert and got them to sign impromptu on my back. Just that its permanent. :D

Tattoos cannot be interpreted fully until the person has tried it out him/herself because I got so many wrong ideas of the pain, the smudge etc of a tattoo until I did it myself. The experience is memorable and awesome, and I'm looking forward to life!

People have many opinions to this and I guess its subjective to everyone. What matters most to me is that I love it, it dictates something important to me and I enjoyed the whole process.

My tattoo's done by Ael, and this is something that he came up with and hand drew it himself, with inspiration from Monroe Signature. He is very skilled, professional and talented and his portfolio screams AWESOME!

Check out his myspace from their website

imaginetatooing
Their studio is located at Tiong Bahru Plaza, Think Tank on the 3rd floor.

G'day fellers!

the one about my dad's random-ness

2009-06-04T08:10:00.000+08:00

Lazy afternoons after lazy afternoons after lazy afternoons.
This semester has been more boring compared to the previous sems.

Anyway.

Apparently there was this conversation going on in my family how I like guys with square jaws and any type of jaw that is square-rish and triangular and not like guys who have sharp jawlines.

C'mon. Okay.
Square Jaw Line. Triangular Jaw Line.
Is Hot because its manly.

Males with jawlines that are too sharp tend to look too girly and hm. Well.
Dude, they look like pussys.
No offence.

Who has square-ish jaws?
Jude Law.

Now people have heard about how crazy I can get over Jude Law. Yes. I rented the Holiday 8 times and is planning to get the DVD because of how he can get so inhumanly charming on the screen. I do not think his face shape is square though, but look. Its so square-ish.

To me though.
My friends all says I'm blind and he's not square-ish jawed and more of sharp jaw.

Who cares.
He's hot. Manly. And OWNS the general population of Singapore males.

and remember how I told you my dad is generally a silent man?
We got stun by him.
Like how a stungun stun us.

" Korea's plastic surgery is so cheap now. I want to go there and get a face lift and a square-er jaw. I show them a picture of Arnold Schwaezenegger and it solves everything."

My first reaction was. WOAKAY.
I think my dad wants to appear in the next terminator.

haha!
gosh I love my dad man.
I think randomness runs in the blood of my family somehow.

He also thinks eating MacDonald Burgers makes him hip.

My dad is so awesome.

G'day!

the one about my father's wisdom.

2009-05-31T14:51:00.000+08:00

"Never cry for someone that will never cry for you."

That's what my father told me today.
Today is one of the few moments in life when my father teaches me about life lessons.

My father is a silent man, most of the time. He grants me the freedom to have my own lifestyle. And he believes that if a person will not listen, then the only way he/she is going to learn eventually is through the hard way.

" Once bitten, twice shy."

So, when my father starts talking about life to me seriously, his words are pure gold and rich in wisdom. This is what my father believes in :

" First loves will never be."

A first love would be a female or male that you thought you would spend your whole life with. The first person to teach you what it means to fall in love.

Well. Today will finally be the day that I truly agree with him on this perception. People usually get their first loves in their teen years or early 20s.

With maturity, your capacity to love another human being grows.
Thats why,

I am grateful for the experience of my first love.

Heartbroken. Torn apart. Ripped apart.

These are all merely words used to describe the break up of a first love.

Willie was my first love.
I won't deny that.

And thats why I'm so grateful towards life.
But hey!

Looking at the bigger picture.
Who does not get heartbroken in life?

Yes, its one of life lessons.
I learn it the hard way though.
But I guess,
learning it the hard way makes me a better person.
learning it the hard way makes me correct my mistakes permanently.

And I thank you for giving me that opportunity to know how it feels like.

As it has been said,

" Its better to have been loved and to love than never."

Never look back!
G'day!

the one about what i love in life.

2009-05-30T14:19:00.000+08:00

Ice milk tea. Baileys. Potato. Chocolate. Gummy. Polaroids. Pugs. Jacky. Mr Bun. Breeze in my hair. Red.Green. Siting. White. Maioribus Dies. Mac. Iphone. Suntanning. Midnight chats at MacDonalds. Movie Marathons. My bed. My dad. Indochine. My neighbor's cat. Jude Law. Beach. Vacations. Clear blue seas. Adora. Kinder Bueno. Havaianas. Cuddling. Sleep. Jason Statham. Adriana Lima. My mum. Jaime Oliver. Curtis Stone. My brother. Moby. Hello Panda. Pocky. My glass cup. Hot Cocoa. Chilling at Starbucks. Green Tea Frapp. Bobs. Trees. Colors. Nature. Encouragements. Anthea. Ikea. Nutella. Yellowcard. Summer. Brenda. Ferrero Rocher. Hugs. Coldplay. Harry's. Sarcasm. Chris. Ice cream. Friends the series. Family Guy. American Dad. Starbucks. Tattoos. Mr Bean. Patrick StarFish. Cyrus. Oreo. Fairy Odd Parents. Hot showers. Bikini. Laughing. Victoria's Secret. Piercings. Rooftops. Siti. Steph. Mojito. Kisses. U2. Jason Mraz. Cookie Dough. Ben & Jerry. Last Day of School. Skittles. Green Day. Ellen Degeneres. Night out with friends. Smiling. Concerts. Guitars. Cyrus. JoJo. Han. Nintendo Wii. Chandler and Joey. Oasis. Lazy afternoons. Fridays. Smell of Rain. Notebooks. Percy Pig gummy. JackAss. Shrek. Kenan and Kel. Travelling. Animals. Hilary Duff. Omino Biscottino. Headbands. Brown. Pictures. Camwhore. Absolut. Notebooks.

the list could go on and on (:
But I guess all these are what I love in life.

Brings Joy. and colors.
(:

How about you?

the one about the parody.

2009-05-29T18:20:00.000+08:00

okay so I bet y'all have heard of this song by wondergirls called nobody but you right?
if you haven't then watch this first.

okay, refreshed your memory?
and now watch this.

OH GOSH.
I swear this made my day.

and another one.
you definitely have to watch the first video to refresh your memory.

and NOW WATCH THIS.

I have never been so disturbed by parodies before until I watched this.
Speechless right?

haha!
I adore youtube man.

Anyway, as I was flippin' through the newspaper I noticed this and cracked up immediately.

Gosh.
its an advertisement for this radio station.
SUPER AWESOME LA.

now thats what I call attrraction!

Project Baubau.
I died trying to use a sewing machine.
GOSHHH.
I never expected that I'm gonna have to touch a sewing machine for my projects.

Well.
ITS FUN anyway.

:D

the one about my favourite dog.

2009-05-27T13:35:00.000+08:00

Someday.
I'll get you.
I'll get you!

Anyway
I'm still stuck with 38.4
Have dunk 5 pills of panadol extra.
Slept like no one's business.
Missed the interview for my project :(

URGH!!!
if dunking 2 more pills doesn't help.

SWINE FLU!!!! :(

:'(
good night world.

NOTE:
I JUST RECEIVED NEWS OF THE 1ST SWINE FLU CASE AND IS JUST KIDDING ABOUT ANY ASSOCIATION WITH ME TO THE SWINE FLU CASE OKAY. I HAVEN'T BEEN OVERSEAS OR ANYTHING.

NO RED ALERT ON ME PLEASE.

the one about falling slowly

2009-05-26T23:59:00.000+08:00

I don't know you
but I want you
all the more for that
words fall through me
and always fool me
and I can't react

games that never amount
to more than they're meant
will play themselves out

take this sinking boat
and point it home
we've still got time
raise your hopeful voice
you had the choice
you've made it now

falling slowly
eyes that know me
and I can't go back
wounds that take me
and erase me
and I'm painted black

well you have suffered enough
and warred with yourself
it's time that you've won

take this sinking boat
and point it home
we've still got time
raise your hopeful voice
you had the choice
you've made it now

take this sinking boat
and point it home
we've still got time
raise your hopeful voice
you had the choice
you've made it now

falling slowly
sing your melody
I'll sing it loud
loud

"I think the beginning of the song reflects a period in the relationship when things are falling apart. The pair are going through the motions of being together but they are quite far from each other and are slowly falling apart. The vessel that is their love is now a sinking boat. The love is still afloat...but just bairly. Soon the inevitable will happen and the boat will sink unless a change is made and both parts work to repair that sinking vessel. By the time that person realizes they need to change it is too late. He's singing that hopeful song that could have repaired things "

"This is about a relationship that is not going anywhere, despite the feelings. They were both sinking (having a hard time in life), and will come together for a brief time to point each other back home. They enrich each other's lives but ultimately go separate ways. As he says, "You've made your choice."

The part about the "games" possibly refers to something like flirting. They know it will never go beyond that. It will never amount to anything more.

Falling slowly refers to just letting go and letting life take you where it may. They trust that this will end well and are letting it just happen. But they know they won't end up together."

beautiful.
it deserved the oscar (:

the one about the 38.7

2009-05-26T19:32:00.000+08:00

Kenny Roger's with duck.

and so fever and flu stared at me straight in my eyes when I woke up and said,

" HELLO BABY. MISSED US?"

and thats why I'm stuck with 38.7 degrees.
and had to cab home from the meeting with baubau team.

I swear when I told the uncle on the taxi I was running a fever he looked so distraught and stressed up.

I bet he was going,
" SWINE FLU!"

urgh.

:'( and so here I am stuck at home lazing around and sleeping most of the time with Jacky beside me.

but hey.

as you stare at the colors and just get in touch with yourself in the middle of your worries.
you get happier.

(:

I guess having a fever ain't so bad afterall.

the one about my dog's headband fetish.

2009-05-24T19:47:00.000+08:00

my room revamping is finally finished.
Have never been more satisfied.
the camera doesn't do justice at all. :(

I swear.

Everytime I wear my headband around the house, Jacky comes up, sniffs me excitedly.
and then humps me.

as I drag my leg away he doesn't let go :(
Oh dear.

My dog has a headband fetish.
I'm so troubled.

curse you small eyes.
you're so pretty van!
I LOVE YOU VAN! :D lets hang out more!

*tiny scream*
O BAR!

the one about allison, yes man.

2009-05-20T14:48:00.000+08:00

"Don't call me past 11pm, it won't happen again.
Happened once, it happened twice, it happened three times, maybe four times, maybe five times, maybe, maybe it happened six times, but it won't happen seven times.
I'm not your late night booty call.
Don't call me past 11 PM, it won't happen again. You can call me at 10:59 but don't call me at 11 — cause that's my rule now."

I know our music isn't that mainstream — I love doing it. It's like my photography. I know there isn't that much demand for blurry photographs taken while running — but ... you know, who cares? The world's a playground! You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.

These are quotes by Allison from Yes Man.
Her personality is so vibrant and she is true to herself.
I just feel that everyone should learn from her on this point.

the one about school blue.

2009-05-19T23:58:00.000+08:00

the one about the glambert

2009-05-18T21:08:00.000+08:00

I.am.really.omgwtfbbq.for.

ADAM LAMBERT!

and ruthie dear gave me the chance to get interviewed for my craze over him!

yusoff: so what do you think about allen?
beata: eh? allen? he. well. ADAM LAMBERT!!!

YES. world.
Adam Lambert might be gay but if someone like him can make me tear over his singing of "mad world", then he really has that talent in singing.

Singing isn't just about hitting the right notes.
To me, an excellent singer is one who is able to fully portray the emotion that the song wants to bring out.

and that is what Adam Lambert can do.
Just listen to him singing " Mad World".
Its so intriguing and just attracts you to want to know who is the person who sang this.

I'M ROOTING YOU FOR YOU ADAM LAMBERT!
I'M A GLAMBERT!!!!!

:D

the one about room revamping.

2009-05-17T18:06:00.000+08:00

Room revamping!
Stay tune!

the one about the chocolate tan.

2009-05-17T16:56:00.000+08:00

Yessss.
I hit the beach again.

HEEHEEE.
I swear.
Sentosa is a paradise when you have good company and good food and hot hunks.
Living in the west, well.

We all know that dudes in the west apparently aren't that good lookin'.
OKAY WAIT.
SOME ARE REALLY HOT.
but. well.
Reality slap : Maybe only 20% of the guys in the west are actually hot.
But somehow the hot people seems to be available in the north and east.
Just my 2 cents.

Walk around Jurong Point and you will actually realise that your head doesn't turn so frequently. Maybe sometimes even not turn at all.

I'm a self proclaimed bi-sexual.
I love chicas and amigos.
And come to think of it,

THERE ARE NOT MANY HOT PEOPLE IN THE WEST.
:(
even for females.
well. maybe its because I find lians a turnoff and thats what the west has to offer, mostly.
:'(

ANYWAY.

thats why went my head turned more than 5 times in Sentosa.
:) :) :) :) :) :)

heehee.
C'mon. Females are like this.
So live with it.

Movin' on.

OH YES.
Questions about my eyebags.
well.
If you went for a movie hours before the Sentosa trip and coming back at 3 am in the morning and then, going to Sentosa at 10.
THIS IS THE OUTCOME.
Spare. Me.

and yes. I am that happy I look like a kid who just got a transformer toy.

and yes!
Lemme introduce you the Egyptian pose.

Someday I believe that we can all do the Egyptian pose one day and break the record.
HAWHAWHAHWHAAW.
awesome.

and I LOVE BRANDA LOO.

and yea,
you deserve an Oscar for your performance in making me believe that things were getting better.
and that you actually did have feelings for me.
For fiddling with my emotions and my life,
you deserve an Oscar.
Seriously.
I salute you so much and feel that you should be an actor in HollyWood and that you would be able to make it big there.

I would watch you on the screen and tear at your perfect performance.

STUPID BITCH.

2009-05-15T08:47:00.001+08:00

the song in everyone's head.

my best friend.

the one about fire

2009-05-15T01:16:00.001+08:00

People are so intrigued and mesmerized by fire.
Sometimes when the flame burns ever so much, and without knowing what we are doing, we try to touch the brillance of the flames.

As our hands get nearer to the glowing flame, we feel so much warmth.
As our hands get nearer to the glowing flame, we feel so much more mesmerized.

and

we get burned.
we do wonder.

how can something so beautiful be so fatal at the same time.

Its time for me to stop being revengeful.
and to stop playing with fire.

As mesmerized by the flames as I can be,
One can never touch the flames and remain unharmed.

Maybe one day,
just one day,

I would walk in life and see this tree.
The tree that I could climb up and rest on its branches.
Placing my head on its trunk.
Feeling the breeze through my hair.

and feeling the comfort and tranquility that I need.
I would admire the color of green and the shape of the leaves.
and eventually sleep.

Ever so peacefully.

P.S : The tree has to somehow move and do starjumps with me on the roof and act like a rockstar in front of the security cameras with me and appear in STOMP with me the next day.

I can't wait!
haha!

the one about the vienn diagram ( random musing.)

2009-05-14T21:02:00.000+08:00

I shared with a friend once about the definition of vienn diagrams. Or however you call it.

Males.
Do not hate me.
Okay.
Opinions and impressions are subjective.
And as you all know I'm more of a martian so my taste differs.

Lets be open minded here.
If there is a species of females who are like me, this is our impression of the general male population.
If you fall into the " I see you nothing more than a friend ", the actual definition here is,

We are just not that into you.

If you fall into the " Acquantance ", it means that.

If you seem to be okay and can take our jokes and tahan us irritating you by poking you with a chopstick, we'll upgrade you to " I see you nothing more than a friend ". Want anything more we'll downgrade you to " Acquantance ".

And the " When I see you I don't wish to hang out with you" category are for males who are deemed c.m.i by us. Either we hate the way you talk and you potray yourself. Or we just hate your kind.
Chances of you moving up to the " Acquantance", well. We'll give you a 20% chance. Don't say we are all heartless bitches.

We are Sweet. Kind. Tender. Nice. Females.
And if you observe carefully,

the " Fuckables" are found in the " Date-able" category.
And yes. Very Very Very small circle.
Sigh.

And the best combination so far.

The shaded portion.
If you look over a rainforest,
they are found in the core of a pea in a peanut in a peanut tree underneath the ground.
:'(
We all love this combination.
WE ALL REALLY DO.

SIGH. SIGH.SIGH.
we are all suckers for males in this category.
we know it.

Don't you agree with us?

The contents of the black book I have been holding on to.
contains many disturbing images and not so disturbing images.

i heart my black book.

the one about the pictures

2009-05-13T15:09:00.001+08:00

Nah, I'm not so chao dah anymore.
But my inner thighs looks so :(

see. :(

I swear. No more tanning under the afternoon sun for more than 2 hours.
AND NO USING SPF 0 TANNING OIL.

I think its better to let pictures tell it all.
and I won't talk TOO much.

Ti and dah.
I adore them.

I swear we got into trouble doing this in class.
and Heineken "barrel".
Its so pretty I could cry.

and ze ubin trip.

I swear I'm not disfigured.

and lying down on the top of the multi storey carpark staring at the sky.

And falling in love with headbands.

And buying a book called " Soul I-D" which is simply best loved international contributors and collaborators sharing their ideas and thoughts on contemporary values. Its 80 bucks and I reckon I'm going to have to live off bread for the next week.
But the book isn't just worth 80 bucks.

The pictures don't do justice to the beauty of the book.
I just knew I had to have it.
(:

To commemorate all the times when I felt that so satisfied and happy with life.

(:
pss.
I need to stop skipping classes!

the one about the last movie.

2009-05-13T02:07:00.000+08:00

This is an extract from a book.
Its the last chapter in the book.

If you have the time.
Maybe you can spare a few minutes reading it.
Its everything to me.

The one about the last movie.

2pm in the day, she was learning to give herself a chance to start loving herself for once. She told herself this, " I will be happy. I will live for myself. I will give myself a chance to really love and show myself that I do have some worth in me. I will start appreciating myself ."

She received a call from him. He said " Hey, I need to pass you something. You left it with me. Anyway I bought 2 tickets to a movie. I don't know if you would like to come... but it starts at 6.50pm. I hope you can make it."

She was so shocked and stunned, because she always thought that he hated her so much and wanted her out of his life. The promise of being his pillion rider, buying a $60 helmet and pasting 2 eyes on it, how they described their future to be like. She felt so happy. Yet. At the same time she was afraid of what to expect.

When she met him, he was just waiting for her with that familiar warm brown eyes of his. Upon seeing the eyes of the man she loved, she felt so assured and happy. He directed her into the room that he booked for the both of them.

The moment they stepped into the room, he embraced her so tight, and it felt so right. All her worries went out of the window. It was just.. right. Somehow her size and build just fits in perfectly with him. She did not know why and did not have an explanation. Every time when she embraced him or place her head on his shoulder, it fits perfectly. She was elated.

With eyes filled with confusion, she looked at him and whispered, " Why are you treating me so nicely when I do not deserve it?". He stared at her with a smile, and simply said,"Lets not talk so much and enjoy the time we have for each other." They had so much fun. Laughing at each other. Teasing each other.

Just like the old times.

When it was time for the last movie, they moved off from the room. A kiss on the forehead. A kiss on the cheek. An embrace. They were so thankful for each other. She stared at him. Thinking and reminiscing what used to be of them. She never felt so comfortable.

During the last movie, they sat all the way at the back. Observing the people who were stepping into the theatre. The theatre means so much to them. It was their last theatre. His arms were around her waist. She felt so secured. At that point of time, she meant the world to him, he meant the world to her. She was never afraid to be herself in front of him. She could laugh and smile the way she wanted to without bothering how the world would look at her. With him, she did not need to hide anything.

When the movie ended, they held hands. It was their last movie.
She asked, " Where are you going to take me next?"
He said," There is this place, its beautiful. We will get our dinner. Place our feet in the water. Eat and enjoy each other's company."

True enough, the place was breathtaking. It was beautiful. Grass. Wood. Water. Stars. She stared at the entire setting with awe, taking in every bit of the scenery through her eyes. They sat down and enjoyed each other's company. To the both of them, that was what they need. Everything that they need.

Alas! When night came, they came to a realization that this is the last movie. The last time. The last time they embrace each other. Kiss each other. The last night that they would still be soulmates. They had to face reality.

The last walk around the place where they had one of their first dates. Tightly, he held her hand, and walk. In the midst of walking, they talked about the chapters in their life together. Without knowing, they started to tear. They walked. Tears rolled down their faces.
To them, the only perfect way to describe how they felt was simply, the fact that their hearts were being forcefully pulled and torn apart.

It was a tormenting experience for them. But. They just knew that they had to go through it. It was their last walk together.

No, it didn't felt like two and a half years to them, they felt as thought they were together for decades. They felt so attached to each other, they simply had telepathy. Without knowing they wore the same color. People laughed and joked about them. But they did not care. Because they had a bondage no one could ever understand.

She loved him.
He loved her.
That was all.

Through the journey home, they continued to talk about their different chapters in life. Their souls were connected. He sent her up the elevator for the last time.

and he said, " I love you. I will miss you."
She whispered," Please. Don't go. "
But deep down in their hearts, they both knew. They had to face reality. They had to end the book. They had to bury the book.

The book that contain every single event that happened.

The one where she had her 16th birthday.
The one where they went to the beach.
The one about the pre study period.
The one about the employment.
The one where she had a swollen ankle on the 1st day of 2007 and he carried her home.

So many chapters.
And this is the last one:
The one about the last movie.

the one about the gingerbread man

2009-05-08T17:04:00.000+08:00

I swear.
I will still date Justin Timberlake even in that gingerbread man suit.
:D

oh wait!
my inspiration for halloween!

:D

2009-05-08T01:20:00.001+08:00

psss.
I find it so hard to take a leap of faith.

the one about the bob

2009-05-07T17:47:00.000+08:00

Yes.
World, I snipped my hair again.
Now its really really short, ending at around 1 inch below my ear.
I didn't expect it to be so short.
BUT.
it turn out great and I seriously salute cash for his skills in cutting bobs.

I have been running around, skipping school and daydreaming (:
Life's been everything but boring.
Sometimes I fear for tomorrow but I guess like what this says,

I guess sometimes its time to grow up. (:

and YES.
I'm trying my best to get the chocolate tan even though my skin is still peeling from my tanning session 2 weeks ago. :(
and the next big thing thats gonna happen will be the re-vamping of ze room.

YES.
ZE ROOM.
will the addition of a bong. maroon coloured walls. a fridge. a wall guitar holder. shorter table legs.

I want to enter my room knowing that its the best place in the world where I can enjoy, relax and be myself.
I can't wait for the bong and the fridgeeeee.

MARVELOUS.
kay. I got to stop skipping school.
and come back to the reality that I am in fact still a student. :(

hee.hee.hee.
ciao then

<3

the one about the book.

2009-05-05T13:19:00.000+08:00

I saw this on my cousin's facebook.
its an awesome read.

Seeing the 100% Perfect Woman One Beautiful April Morning
Haruki Murakami

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.

"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."

"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."

"Strange."

"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

"Nah. Just passed her on the street."

She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"

Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.

"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"

No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."

No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."

"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"

"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

2009-05-03T20:41:00.000+08:00

Black dresses.
The Spilled Canvas.

In muddy grass we stand side by side
With our knuckles interlocked
Black dresses flood the cemetery
In this cliche tragedy

Just do as you're instructed and....
Take this razor and cut your palms
I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow
Now drip your ruby red over the casket
A funeral for my once loved youth

My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
Tell me what would you do?
My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But when your precious life is at stake
Tell me would you die for me too?

The quivering liquids in your stomach
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
A real character in the story of your now distant life
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly

In gentle greens we stand side by side
With your head buried in my chest
Black veils send me shivering
The fear that part of me is dying

Just do as you're instructed and....
Take this razor and cut your palms
I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow
Now drip your ruby red over the casket
A funeral for my once loved youth

My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
Tell me what would you do?
My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But when your precious life is at stake
Tell me would you die for me too?

The quivering liquids in your stomach
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
A real character in the story of your now distant life
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly, quickly

Goodbyes are said and roses thrown
And the crowd starts to weep
But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees
And began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone
Of my bashful childhood
With you by my side, you're screaming at the
Top of your lungs, "let it go"
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
"The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough people,
And who picked the music?
Those melodies almost made me physically sick"

My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance
Tell me what would you do?
My secret is fatally gorgeous
I'd die for you
But when your precious life is at stake
Tell me would you die for me too?

The quivering liquids in your stomach
Will eat away at the bad habits that have made you
A real character in the story of your now distant life
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly
Goodnight and goodbye, quickly

2009-05-03T19:00:00.001+08:00

Its one of those days again.
Thank you Jacky.

Stunned.

I don't know what happened.
and just my 2 cents.
But I hope you base everything on your own decision.
Not your stupid friend's opinion.
who brainwashed and mindfucked you of what a relationship is since he cannot get one and you're the next closest thing to him.

Good luck.

the one about the roller coaster ride

2009-04-30T22:47:00.001+08:00

I'm once again awed at the human mind.
We humans are capable of such beauty in our drawings.
The mind is capable of letting our imaginations run and soar.

Sometimes people need not be too rigid about everything that happens and revolves around us.
Isn't it better when we go with the flow instead of going against the flow if it does not do us any benefits.

I guess sometimes we just have to be more flexible.
As I ponder on I realise that life is just bi polar.
It drives me crazy.
It makes me do star jumps on the roof.
I guess its matter of how you take in things when the good and bad happens.

People all agreed that life is a roller coaster ride.
No one can deny that.

Unwind.
Unwind.
And take it all in.

P.S : just don't explode ;)

the one about the peeling

2009-04-27T18:53:00.000+08:00

I am peeling.
:( I have never been sunburned in my whole life before and after using SPF 0 tanning oil. I became a lobster.

Every step is an agony.
Every movement is a torment.
Believe me even wearing lingerie is a pain.

Now my chest is peeling and its bubbly.
and I feel sick now. :(

NOOOOHHHH.

and right now black and white is my only best shot at looking normal.

well! maybe not so. ;)

run.

2009-04-23T17:42:00.001+08:00

Run

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Light up, Light up
As if you have a choice
even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, Louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak i understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say....