This post is about how my life relates to the Jack's Mannequin album.
Holiday From Real: Vacation anthem for slackers. Plays in my head every time school is out.
The Mixed Tape: The time I was really into photoshop and I made tons of emo wallpapers. I did them mostly for friends and was about anime.
Bruised: That trip to Sarawak in Christmas 2005 and that traumatic game of 'I Never'
I'm Ready: Pretty much the same as Andrew Mcmahon's, my first breakup and trying my best to face everyday life
La La Lie: The times I spent with Zach at the beach.
Dark Blue: The late night classes and going home together with my friends
Miss Delaney: When I got pissed at my friend for being an asshole to a girl.
Rescued: Every rough part of my relationship with Zach
MFEO: Evatte and Apple and how we'd hang out at Jeanette's house and get drunk in the afternoon by playing stupid games and shit
Into the Airwaves: How Miyona sees the world. She doodles goldfish on her notes with 'this fishbowl life is all they need'.
The Lights and Buzz: Everything is so different after one year. Reminds me of driving on the ECP.
OK now it's Miyo's turn to list!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tranatlanticism
Love can save people. I'm not talking about the feeling; I'm talking about the action. Caring for someone no matter what, even if they're rude, sick or detestable. If I can learn how to love, there'll be hope for me. It's easy to be nice back to those who are nice to you, it's hard to be nice to those who aren't nice back.
When was the last time someone did something entirely selfless for you? Do you remember how it felt to be thought of despite the person having absolutely no reason to?
I remember in sec 2 I was sharing some ravioli with my friends and one girl whom I didn't like asked for a piece. She was the bitchy snobby kind; I wouldn't call her popular because I can't really tell how many people liked her. VERY reluctantly I let her have some, only to be slammed by her the next day. Now that I think about it, if I didn't let her eat the ravioli, it'd give her reason to think that I was a vindictive asshole. So yeah, it was one of the hardest things to do, but at least I can say that I did the right thing.
Fast forward 5 years. Have I become her? Pretty much I think. And it sickens me. God has given me so much lately; I don't wanna take any of it for granted.
When was the last time someone did something entirely selfless for you? Do you remember how it felt to be thought of despite the person having absolutely no reason to?
I remember in sec 2 I was sharing some ravioli with my friends and one girl whom I didn't like asked for a piece. She was the bitchy snobby kind; I wouldn't call her popular because I can't really tell how many people liked her. VERY reluctantly I let her have some, only to be slammed by her the next day. Now that I think about it, if I didn't let her eat the ravioli, it'd give her reason to think that I was a vindictive asshole. So yeah, it was one of the hardest things to do, but at least I can say that I did the right thing.
Fast forward 5 years. Have I become her? Pretty much I think. And it sickens me. God has given me so much lately; I don't wanna take any of it for granted.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
So read your books but stay out late some nights
Reply from VLE online!
Technical errors, blablabla... looks like I'll have to wait a little longer for my password. Seriously, I don't really need it, but I at least need to say that I have logged in once.
Games day at Daniel's yesterday. Sharon pangsehed me and for all you know Chris was hiding in the shadows (Farhan's words; not mine). Reclaimed my title as undisputed champion in monopoly and played cluedo for the first time in eons.
I'll be putting Law content heavy posts up soon because the second round of mock exams are at the end of February. Gosh I can't wait til I'm in the second year.
Technical errors, blablabla... looks like I'll have to wait a little longer for my password. Seriously, I don't really need it, but I at least need to say that I have logged in once.
Games day at Daniel's yesterday. Sharon pangsehed me and for all you know Chris was hiding in the shadows (Farhan's words; not mine). Reclaimed my title as undisputed champion in monopoly and played cluedo for the first time in eons.
I'll be putting Law content heavy posts up soon because the second round of mock exams are at the end of February. Gosh I can't wait til I'm in the second year.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
we're still the same compulsive drunks
Saw Eva and Apple today. It felt nostalgic going back to school and hanging out at home with them. We went to parkway where I unintentionally bought Chinese New Year colored hairbands (gold and yellow). After that, I strolled to the beach, sat on the grass and watched the moon. It was practically a lamp.
I'm gonna go on a fish soup diet. Nothing but fish soup til I lose weight.
I'm gonna go on a fish soup diet. Nothing but fish soup til I lose weight.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
What's a girl to do with friends like this?
It hasn't dawned on me that exams are less than 5 months away and we haven't covered half the content we're supposed to. The only test i passed was public and that's only because I studied for the question, not the topic in general.
I don't get it. We study to become lawyers, where we work even harder. For what? To get criminals out of jail and companies out of bankruptcy. It'd make more sense to work hard and relax later, but that's certainly not gonna happen.
If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real. We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun, we'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun out here. When it's all over, I'll come back for another year.
This is probably one of the "what's the meaning of life" posts. Cos I don't know what it is. Last year I spent approximately 2 months goofing off, and that was long enough. But when I'm faced with the most little amount of work, I shun it and wish for the next vacation. What's wrong with me?
Maybe it's the pace at which the syllabus is being covered. I'm more used to the breakneck speeds at which they normally have in JC or secondary school. This kampung atmosphere between 807 and 806, I feel it lures me even more into a false sense of security, that everything will be OK by the time the finals roll around. But I know it won't lest I get my act together.
I realised something about segregation. Those to whom it was given to on a silver platter (i.e. Ting Hui, the mob, etc) never scored above 20 (exception:public law) while on the other hand, those who had to work for it (i.e. Femme Boy, Allie, Daniel) did really well. Looks like that whole speech about persevering in the face of adversity held some water.
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It just occurred to me that just because people don't look like they're hurt doesn't mean that they aren't. And that their protective layers just drive them further into isolation. Would it kill me to be nice to outsiders once in a while? Well, since doing so would be dying to myself, so yes, it WOULD kill me. In a good way. But it's so hard to be nice to someone you'd rather see play in a cement mixer. I need help, honestly.
I don't get it. We study to become lawyers, where we work even harder. For what? To get criminals out of jail and companies out of bankruptcy. It'd make more sense to work hard and relax later, but that's certainly not gonna happen.
If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real. We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun, we'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun out here. When it's all over, I'll come back for another year.
This is probably one of the "what's the meaning of life" posts. Cos I don't know what it is. Last year I spent approximately 2 months goofing off, and that was long enough. But when I'm faced with the most little amount of work, I shun it and wish for the next vacation. What's wrong with me?
Maybe it's the pace at which the syllabus is being covered. I'm more used to the breakneck speeds at which they normally have in JC or secondary school. This kampung atmosphere between 807 and 806, I feel it lures me even more into a false sense of security, that everything will be OK by the time the finals roll around. But I know it won't lest I get my act together.
I realised something about segregation. Those to whom it was given to on a silver platter (i.e. Ting Hui, the mob, etc) never scored above 20 (exception:public law) while on the other hand, those who had to work for it (i.e. Femme Boy, Allie, Daniel) did really well. Looks like that whole speech about persevering in the face of adversity held some water.
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It just occurred to me that just because people don't look like they're hurt doesn't mean that they aren't. And that their protective layers just drive them further into isolation. Would it kill me to be nice to outsiders once in a while? Well, since doing so would be dying to myself, so yes, it WOULD kill me. In a good way. But it's so hard to be nice to someone you'd rather see play in a cement mixer. I need help, honestly.
Friday, January 11, 2008
I'll eat wasabe on my dude
I finally saw Zach today. Yay~~ so happy! Now I can finally get down to studying properly.
Note to my group members: The real work starts on Monday. Slack off too much, and I'll throw used sanitary pads at all of you! Then I'll take away the consoles and make you smash rocks.
Democracy is like the goddess with three breasts -- it might seem like a good idea at first, but then you're bound to get carried away and be slapped in the face.
-Panjit Kavashkar
Note to my group members: The real work starts on Monday. Slack off too much, and I'll throw used sanitary pads at all of you! Then I'll take away the consoles and make you smash rocks.
Democracy is like the goddess with three breasts -- it might seem like a good idea at first, but then you're bound to get carried away and be slapped in the face.
-Panjit Kavashkar
Friday, January 4, 2008
The product of my insomnia
don't judge me. I haven't touched photoshop in years. I just got it reinstalled on my PC and now i'm going back to basics.
I actually had to leave my laptop to go shopping
**NON LAW RELATED POST**
Yesterday when I felt jumpy and restless cos all the blood was rushing to my keester after a long day of doing nothing, I decided to head down to my local mall that is Parkway Parade. I have seemed to develop a love-hate relationship with that place. Love due to its sheer convenience and products, hate due to the idiotic personnel running the boutiques, which I shall get to later.
I'll start off with a pic of an ad I took at Plaza Singapura:
there are a number of reasons why this ad is disturbing on many different levels:
1. The foundation is mismatched.
Unless the freaky pontianak look is in, i don't see how its meant to entice people to buy your makeup, since it makes people look like they landed face first into a pile of cocaine. But then again, if you're looking to score the "oh-look-at-me-i'm-hip-i-take-drugs-now-the-kids-in-school-will-
finally-like-me" dollar, you've pretty much nailed it.
2. Poor eyeshadow application.
No sane, rational and sober person would wear yellow on blue eyeshadow (unless you're a total loser with no sense of style whatsoever). Only a few people would manage to pull off electric blue eyeshadow (the model is sadly not one of them) but to smear yellow on the sides? What are you, a 1 year old with crayola? FUCK YOU giving the makeup industry such a bad name.
3. You fucking overdid the foundation on the lip thingy.
I must admit that putting a little foundation on the lips gives it the plump sheer that pouty lips need, but the genius stylist totally went crazy with it. Now it just looks like he ran out of lipstick and only did the outer layers.
These were actually one of the moments I wished I had a molotov cocktail in my hands. But anyway, on to my day at Parkway.
First the good. I came across this lovely leopard print GUESS pouch which had "make me your pencilbox" written all over it.
it costs about $47, but I hope it gets lower cos Singaporeans don't really catch onto trends that well (fyi leopard prints are in for now).
That's about as far as the good went.
Now for the downright stupid. I went to clubmarc (a down market version of marc jacobs) for some back to school shopping ( I is a vainster). That idiotic minah retail assistant kept suggesting the LEAST flattering clothes for me. She chose a poofy halter that exposed my massive arms but hid my figure. She got this awful blouse with a scrunge in the middle that was too loose and basically wasn't worth the price on the tag. She got a dress with a belt when my body was significantly shorter than my legs (Schenelle would've looked good in it, anyway). I didn't buy anything, but after that day I resolved never to take advice from retail assistants. Did I mention that they were having 50% off storewide? Maybe they were trying to sucker me into buying old rags that no one else wanted.
Speaking of which, I was talking to Sze Bim online and she aptly verbalised my sentiments about the fashion scene in Singapore: that no matter how nice a garment by a generic retailer, say, topshop produces, there will always be a cheena lian or minah to fuck it up by pairing it up with totally dumbass creations like crocs or scarves. Wait, I actually do like scarves, just not on minahs or tessa. It looks totally loserish when everything else on her person is so bloody typical.
Look, if you wanna wear something out of the ordinary, go the whole hog. Don't wear pearl necklaces with a t shirt and denims, wear a damn dress. It just makes you look sloppy and brainless about how to dress yourself.
Now I can hear Zach admonishing me about my fashion choices, but well, it's not like I'm not trying myself. I have yet to get on the same wavelength as him.
Why am I doing law when what I really like is fashion? Or maybe its just the girly part of me. I just don't think life should be dull and limited. A long time ago when I was modelling, my agent told me that it's impossible to be many things at once. But what about multi talented people like Heidi Klum, Kimora Lee Simmons and Vera Wang? I mean, Heidi and Kimora both started out as models, but now they're designers and businesswomen. Vera Wang was a champion figure skater before she became synonymous with "really nice looking and expensive wedding dress".
I guess what he was trying to say was, I can't be good in one field if I spread myself out too much. For now, law school should be my priority, and style with fashion should just remain as an intuitive process.
That is, until I earn enough capital to start my own label. I hope.
Yesterday when I felt jumpy and restless cos all the blood was rushing to my keester after a long day of doing nothing, I decided to head down to my local mall that is Parkway Parade. I have seemed to develop a love-hate relationship with that place. Love due to its sheer convenience and products, hate due to the idiotic personnel running the boutiques, which I shall get to later.
I'll start off with a pic of an ad I took at Plaza Singapura:
there are a number of reasons why this ad is disturbing on many different levels:
1. The foundation is mismatched.
Unless the freaky pontianak look is in, i don't see how its meant to entice people to buy your makeup, since it makes people look like they landed face first into a pile of cocaine. But then again, if you're looking to score the "oh-look-at-me-i'm-hip-i-take-drugs-now-the-kids-in-school-will-
finally-like-me" dollar, you've pretty much nailed it.
2. Poor eyeshadow application.
No sane, rational and sober person would wear yellow on blue eyeshadow (unless you're a total loser with no sense of style whatsoever). Only a few people would manage to pull off electric blue eyeshadow (the model is sadly not one of them) but to smear yellow on the sides? What are you, a 1 year old with crayola? FUCK YOU giving the makeup industry such a bad name.
3. You fucking overdid the foundation on the lip thingy.
I must admit that putting a little foundation on the lips gives it the plump sheer that pouty lips need, but the genius stylist totally went crazy with it. Now it just looks like he ran out of lipstick and only did the outer layers.
These were actually one of the moments I wished I had a molotov cocktail in my hands. But anyway, on to my day at Parkway.
First the good. I came across this lovely leopard print GUESS pouch which had "make me your pencilbox" written all over it.
it costs about $47, but I hope it gets lower cos Singaporeans don't really catch onto trends that well (fyi leopard prints are in for now).
That's about as far as the good went.
Now for the downright stupid. I went to clubmarc (a down market version of marc jacobs) for some back to school shopping ( I is a vainster). That idiotic minah retail assistant kept suggesting the LEAST flattering clothes for me. She chose a poofy halter that exposed my massive arms but hid my figure. She got this awful blouse with a scrunge in the middle that was too loose and basically wasn't worth the price on the tag. She got a dress with a belt when my body was significantly shorter than my legs (Schenelle would've looked good in it, anyway). I didn't buy anything, but after that day I resolved never to take advice from retail assistants. Did I mention that they were having 50% off storewide? Maybe they were trying to sucker me into buying old rags that no one else wanted.
Speaking of which, I was talking to Sze Bim online and she aptly verbalised my sentiments about the fashion scene in Singapore: that no matter how nice a garment by a generic retailer, say, topshop produces, there will always be a cheena lian or minah to fuck it up by pairing it up with totally dumbass creations like crocs or scarves. Wait, I actually do like scarves, just not on minahs or tessa. It looks totally loserish when everything else on her person is so bloody typical.
Look, if you wanna wear something out of the ordinary, go the whole hog. Don't wear pearl necklaces with a t shirt and denims, wear a damn dress. It just makes you look sloppy and brainless about how to dress yourself.
Now I can hear Zach admonishing me about my fashion choices, but well, it's not like I'm not trying myself. I have yet to get on the same wavelength as him.
Why am I doing law when what I really like is fashion? Or maybe its just the girly part of me. I just don't think life should be dull and limited. A long time ago when I was modelling, my agent told me that it's impossible to be many things at once. But what about multi talented people like Heidi Klum, Kimora Lee Simmons and Vera Wang? I mean, Heidi and Kimora both started out as models, but now they're designers and businesswomen. Vera Wang was a champion figure skater before she became synonymous with "really nice looking and expensive wedding dress".
I guess what he was trying to say was, I can't be good in one field if I spread myself out too much. For now, law school should be my priority, and style with fashion should just remain as an intuitive process.
That is, until I earn enough capital to start my own label. I hope.
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