bring your own bag

2009-07-16T23:18:00.006+08:00

insatiable.

2009-07-16T19:27:00.000+08:00

forever a favourite song.

2009-07-07T01:55:00.001+08:00

someone like this will do just fine. :)
going gaga. lady gaga.

2009-06-07T16:24:00.003+08:00

OMG this is SO FASCINATING, and different

this is a documented version of a religion that is so different
and taboo. However different it is they hold onto it so strongly
and sacredly. Drinking fluids from human skulls. WOA thats extreme but
yet so fascinating at the same time. A very naturalistic recalling Gaia kind of impression, nature and
man momentum. Primitive yet reasonable, interesting that it is still present in today's time.

I cannot imagine what i would do if i belonged to that religion because its so devoted to
its cause, so purposeful with their actions, and the greatest point is that they believe wholeheartedly
in the religious rites that they are doing. Its great to have
a tribe and a religion exclusively cut off from society, or to be in a place where the
faith of the people comes as priority and sincerely as a whole. Rather than like in Spore where
all the religions mingle to what pple call a 'melting pot'. With all other religions breathing
down your neck sometimes. Especially to extremely conscious pple like me.
The only thing i shall agree on the melting pot thing, is that its really
hot and stuffy in here, like a pot of melting metal at boiling point.
Why because some pple are intolerent of others, other pple and their religious culture.
If everyone embraced evry other person's religion, the world would be so much more
of a peaceful place.

-the tree hugger says so.

2009-06-07T15:39:00.001+08:00

Sacred mud bath

A Hindu devotee smears his body with mud from the banks of the revered Ganges River before taking a ritual dip, in Allahabad, India. Allahabad, at the confluence of the Ganges, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati River, is an important Hindu pilgrimage center. (AP Photo/Rajesh Kumar Singh)

2009-06-04T03:52:00.000+08:00

A visitor takes picture of a sculpture "Nude No. 2" by China's artist Mu Boyan at the Hong Kong International Art Fair in Hong Kong. (AP Photo/Kin Cheung)

so cute!

2009-06-04T00:22:00.002+08:00

WHICH is better, loving what you hate OR hating what you love ?

2009-06-02T03:24:00.004+08:00

I'm no survivor

but i look forward to travelling overseas, i cant wait to go to taiwan next monday.
Its sad that i couldn't go bangkok, i am slightly disappointed with the things that i will miss,
on how fun it is to travel with strangers alone in a foreign land, without judgements, or anyone who
will catergorize.

Taiwan here i come, it beckons me to go there, with the bustling crowds and the chatty people, there is not any manner of hesitation where i will choose not to go there. What's not to like?
The way the people care about their appearances by putting in an effort to groom themselves while not bothering about how others judge them, how they are regarded in other people's minds.

The absolute confidence in which they portray is absolute.
I have i strong feeling i will like Japan too.
Came across a book on Japanese Street Style, totally love the roaring personalities of the Cosplayers and the Tattoo - clad individuals.
The men with partially shaved hair + Long dyed streaks of highlights make me look at the images in wonder and esteem. I love the way they humans dont bother about how people will judge them and just be whoever they wish to be.
I strongly doubt that they care about how their tattoos will look like when they age. Everything is of the current. The future or past don't matter. That rocks.

Use my imagination to dream of things. Thats my forte. Perhaps when i gain my freedom i will be another person. As long as i have a social role (daughter, girlfriend, attached, sibling, mistress, wife, mother, aunt, grandmother, single mom) i will never be able to relve in these fantasies. So, drop all these social miscarriages. please.

Live in the moment.

2009-02-14T00:52:00.002+08:00

pray that he will come some day one day sooner or later

we all wait in anticipation.
amist the longing and the separation
truly there should be an answer to a call
what is the real value of the worth

2009-02-13T23:52:00.000+08:00

but then they fade too

like the brightest flower in the evening sun.

2009-02-04T23:36:00.007+08:00

The life of a no-lifer is more exciting than one with a life. To have no life would require one first to have a life in order to have no life. Non living living cannot live without life. If there is no life there will not be no life. To live life would be to live life with the presence of no-life. The no-lifer lives life parallel to the one with a life. Living as a no-lifer creates life within the personal scope of the person's life. The no-lifer is able to live life within their personal illusions to life. There is no need for the no-lifer to find life unlike the one with a life. Having a life leads the person to live life without the true meaning to understanding life. The no-lifer is living a better life unlike the one with a life and lives cluelessly about life. The one with a life is the one who should get a life.

2009-01-08T16:33:00.004+08:00

Church of Notre Dame de Paris.
Snapshots.

2008-11-28T10:32:00.004+08:00

Artist:	Oasis
Album:	(What's The Story) Morning Glory
Title:	Wonderwall

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is
out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

mine and will always be.

2008-11-13T02:09:00.008+08:00

I CAN SURVIVE ON MY OWN

entirely with the latest re-runs of Hong Kong TVB Drama

Series / Affectionate soap operas

unlike the American slippery slide of 'Days of Our Lifes'

or yada. Add in a bottle of rootbeer or chinese tea and

a mega duper gongompus bag of cheezels and

i can be content.

FREEDOM ROCKS

On a side note:

De-humanizing oneself 101
Step 1) Give yourself a name, such as Angela or the name given in ur bc/ic
Step 2) Wear clothes
Step 3) Watch more mtv a day than speaking to your mother
Step 101) Bang your head to the nearest wall until there is an inconsistency between 'A' for 'Apple'
'B' for 'Boy'

2008-10-29T14:44:00.010+08:00

I was sorting my photos from the handphone today. The handphone is so flooded with pictures that i could not get some pictures from one of my crazy friends. I was appalled by the gravitude of the immense presence of irrationality seen in most pictures! And i Love it! Omg look at these crazy friends that i have as prove and evidence that my random nature does not seem to be a personal issue but it may actually be a collective thing among the people i hang out with/. and the funny shots tht we took gives me memories nonetheless, every picture has its own set of stories and it was an utter delight to reminise over.
I call out to my friends and thank them for these classic pictures that will be stored for more chances to be exploited of. Some nice shots are also placed here, partly to demonstrate on the fun and happy times. hurrah to their incredulous insanity & gung ho-ism.

2008-10-05T00:32:00.006+08:00

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I so want to do something to the blog but i dont know what yet. Prof H says blogging is shallow and i will critically as critically my attention span can provide me with delve into the shallowness of the act of choosing to blog into a space that is not only free but is free for all to see.
How is shallowness defined. Oxfod English Dictionary defines shallowness as:

"Want of depth of character, thought, knowledge, etc.; superficiality. " (OED)

It seems that there is a sense of superficiality reflected towards the act of blogging online. For me i just feel that blogging is a sense of outlet to release our narcissistic self into a page all for ourselves, and indiscriminately a one-sided account of things or feelings in our lives.

And i adore that thought and that power.
The power to control and be the only gatekeeper of your life.
To say things that matter to you without care.
I couldn't care less what the readers of my blog would think about my entries.
Any comments would just be considered as constructive criticism.

Is it superficial to be having a blog then?
To make such an assumption would be to upset the entire idea of individual differences.
We are all different and the content people choose to blog are different. There is no wrong with blogging about your life via pictorial mediums. I love people who put pictures in their blog, the pictures add more colours to the page and it is easily comprehensible as compared to words words big small minute descriptive lyrical.
And i would love to have constructively critical thoughts of the pictures i see. Make me happy by boggling my mind.

Its not superficial to be talking about things that make you happy too right. What is superficiality anyway. IF we were not to enjoy these surface level things then what are we here for?
Politics? Would discussing politics make us anymore in depth? Do you truly think that life is never a surface level of being? All these material pursuits, are all surface forms of our wants.

Get this. LIFE IS ALL about the surface level of pursuit. You want to score well in school, you want to lead a fufilling life by achieving all that you want to strive for. You want to tour the world like there's no tomorrow. Even the idea of tomorrow itself materializes like there is not stopping it as there will be a tomorrow in everyday; until you dematerialize, perhaps die or become a vegetable.

Blogs are just conveniently put up spaces for such tendencies of man to be displayed outrightly.
Because they are so outrightly revealed, and the narcissism of man is so outrightly and compellingly splattered in black font that it becomes regarded as superficial. Come again?

If you still feel that politics and human rights or gender rights are the way to go, then there is really no hope in you.

My relational self tells you one-sidedly.

2008-09-17T01:39:00.003+08:00

a deepened facade

2008-09-17T01:39:00.002+08:00

don't ever mess with forever

2008-07-30T22:26:00.003+08:00

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Do you believe in Darwin's theory of evolution?
why not
but why call it a theory
we have no answer.

Spirits are either very busy or they're really boring (erm) "people"
If they're really around it'll be cool.
Send them to war, since they're already dead.
Tell them secrets, dead pple can't talk.

Darwin was a devoted papist, so why did he declare this theory
Betray his god than betray his worldly(earthly) ambitions.
Thanks for changing our lifes.
God sure would be pissed.
But he was certainly not struck by lightning.
So what happened to him?
Maybe he went to hell.

The living sure makes a hell of an imaginary fuss.

2008-06-07T00:05:00.006+08:00

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oh.
appease the tortured soul
that lays unequivalent and placid.
deranged by the mere touch
it quivers and expuls with a shiver permeating its senses
soft, sensual, satisfying
over again on and on
the insatiable want, the need, a pivotal exploit

power
blood coursing, roaring beating

the slightest caress
a reckless rage permeating every veine
brutal, encompassing, conquering
splattering stains of victory,
a spilling of the intense,
unwanted.
intrusion.

a bastard defaced by a softer side
the lacklustre of it all.
oh.

2008-06-01T00:41:00.006+08:00

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My 1st Film SLR Camera

After tons of contemplating and decision making i have finally chosen to get a film camera rather than a digital one. For reasons that are withheld, i decided to start from the basics and learn from scratch on photography. Everyone loves beautiful pictures, everyone loves to be able to take beautiful pictures, well even more people would love to look beautiful in pictures. Beauty and creating beauty is not enough. To me beauty's sure a big bore, i actually do love whatever that you hate. Wrinkles, pigmented skin and bodily imperfections are what i would love to capture, these and so much more.

To capture an image is an attempt to eternalise the moment. I want to eternalise the beauty of every little small thing that is irrelevant and minute. Every moment is precious, every moment of life itself is to be cherished, we do not know what will become of us when our time has come, we do not know the true purpose of the lifes we strive so hard to live for. If life itself has to end so tragically where all the past deeds of a hero leads to only reminising and nostalgic recollections, at least when i'm old and weary i can be able to look back at the histories of my past. Though i know that the pictures that i take will just be burnt together with my dead body leaving charred marks that bears no pain nor sorrow to my heart-the heart that has stopped its beat.

Let me live in the moment i want to eternalise a little longer, though nothing lasts forever.

2008-05-23T01:20:00.003+08:00

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this is not intentional, for me to close off my blog to everything, everyone. then reopen it exactly 2 mths after i turn 200.

its just a refreshing form of relief. a blog's intimate, but not physical, lateral for me. Its just ideas and thoughts flowing ever so fluidly.

nothing has changed, so nobody's missing out on anything ;)

ah, pictures i have of many celebrations and occurances that concurrently and occur in a sequential series of events just occur, i am sincerely happy for them.

A deep mourning to the disastors that occured to myanmar and china. The sorrow penetrates my bones and goes deep rooted into my heart, rendering me speechless to the sheer sense of loss and the little glimmer of hope. How can we just continue to live life when something so devastating occurs to others cast in the likeness of ourselves, others that share the similar bodily functions and feelings? This is not a declaration, nor is it a revelation of my musings, it is a true question that is in my mind.

If there is a god, dear god please help us, help them.
The courage to live on when you are left all alone, the smattering of dreams and hope. The idea of fragility of life. Life threads on such a fine line. A thin thin line that breaks even at the slightest touch. Just like a string of web cast by a spider. How humans stay positive in order to stay sane. Religion itself is a positive idea, a form of thinking that is healthier and more dependable.

I'm starting to be optimistic again, i guess its the way of living.

If i could mourn for the countless deceased victims in silence, i would not mind sacrificing my ability to speak just for them. Let me be mute for as long as there is penance and relief to recover the loss that does not seem to be ever retrievable.

2008-03-16T17:49:00.004+08:00

dudes check out this You tube post.

Are Americans Stupid? You'll have to see for yourselves. Thank the education that we've got, cos i could answer most of the questions. How about u?

They faked the placement of names of the countries in the map. Take a closer look. And them Americans fell for it. Its funny but poses major questions at the same time! Here's for u to think!

p.s how many sides does a Triangle have? Four?!
Dang!.
U preschool or something!?
sweet.

2008-02-23T21:18:00.004+08:00

I look towards my reflection
But i do not see me.
Trees and roads flash by
like a mirage exacting its play.
I pass by a deck/field of tombstones
residing directly next to the living.
The dead and the living coinciding
Harmoniously.
A chair is empty
I take my seat
& shut off the scene/display i gave myself upon.

Blue skies foggy and a mixture of mist.

2008-02-18T00:34:00.002+08:00

BLEAK BLEAK HOUSE

why
you torture us so

fat fat book
i could choke on u now

read the easy font
built into microscopic volumes

laugh at the displeasure
just like a baby
drinking condensed milk.

2008-01-07T12:48:00.000+08:00

Home is the normal - whatever place you happen to start

from, and can return to without having to answer questions.

It's a metaphor that may seem to fit reduced expectations.

We no longer seek towers that would reach the heavens;

we've abandoned attempts to prove that we live in a chain of

being whose every link bears witness to the glory of God.

We merely seek assurance that we find ourselves

in a place where we know our way about.

SUSAN NEIMAN,

EVIL IN MODERN THOUGHT

2008-01-04T23:51:00.000+08:00

ESTRAGON:
The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.
VLADIMIR:
What other? (Pause.) What other?
ESTRAGON:
Like billions of others.
VLADIMIR:
(sententious). To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.)
And is forgotten.
ESTRAGON:
In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping
silent.
VLADIMIR:
You're right, we're inexhaustible.
ESTRAGON:
It's so we won't think.
VLADIMIR:
We have that excuse.
ESTRAGON:
It's so we won't hear.
VLADIMIR:
We have our reasons.
ESTRAGON:
All the dead voices.
VLADIMIR:
They make a noise like wings.
ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.
VLADIMIR:
Like sand.
ESTRAGON:
Like leaves.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
They all speak at once.
ESTRAGON:
Each one to itself.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Rather they whisper.
ESTRAGON:
They rustle.
VLADIMIR:
They murmur.
ESTRAGON:
They rustle.
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
What do they say?
ESTRAGON:
They talk about their lives.
VLADIMIR:
To have lived is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON:
They have to talk about it.
VLADIMIR:
To be dead is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON:
It is not sufficient.
Silence.

2007-11-21T09:05:00.000+08:00

yesterday - (tuesday)

All hail the glorious moment!

everything is over =DD

we went to watch movie with the few of us; we, the strong silent ones that have problems controlling our laughter ;)

afterwards Constance and I went to town (santa claus is coming to town!)
and we were in awe of the whimsical lights in display at Orchard. The fake mini snow flakes were a mesmerising sight! It made me wonder about the danger of such a distraction inposed on the drivers.

It was cool.
snow that captures the mood but will not make us freeze or mould snowballs to hit at each other.
That would be the first thing i'll do. = If singapore snows i'll mould a snowball and throw it at the nearest person!

Snow fight!

Oh ya thereafter we went to the Library@Orchard.

Well its not that we are all time nerdies, its just that the depreviation of seemingly youthful and young stories of Modern Day life has not been the sort of book i have gotten the time to read all throughout the semester.

When one is deprived of something for a long while, the thing turns and churns into an object of high expensive value.

Anyway nuff said, WE love books, cant you see. ;)
When we were done it was 9, didn expect boutiques to close so early. Strange to feel ushered out of the store. This never happened in Hongkong, neither Bali, nor even Kuala Lumpur.

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Please do a certain degree of reflection Takashimaya. O.O

so with our meals we trudged around and sat at a desoluted area. Almighty heaven was pouring down while we had our meals- the rain provided solace,comfort and inner peace for us stranded creatures.

the night life is certainly a sight to see.

Look at orchard when its quiet and somewhat abandoned, the array of beautiful colours seems to form a rainbow by the roads

Took a little picture with the little toy solder! he reminds me of the nutcracker story!

We left Mr Soldier and headed home, in fond knowledge that we will return to his palace anytime soon.

A very comforting thought.

And to end it off, here is the joke of the day:
scrutinize it really carefully, u'll notice it sooner or later ;DD

Adieu!

(P.S: and to my lit friends: Okwe!)

2007-11-17T23:42:00.000+08:00

haha i suddenly remembered this joke J.Q told a group of us. here goes:

"why did the chicken cross the road?"
Ans. because it wanted to get to the other side

"okayyy, so why did the chewing gum cross the road?"
Ans. because it was stuck on the chicken's feet

"on halloween day, why did the chewing gum cross the road again?"
Ans. because it was stuck on the skeleton's feet 0.0

"okay okay so why did the skeleton cross the road?"

Ans. because it wanted to get to THE BODY SHOP!!!!

Lame right? that provoked me to suddenly think of many road questions!!

All original and unique ans of mine!

if u were to recite these to pple pls buy the copyright tender from me =Pp

why did jay chou cross the road?

Ans. Because he needed to Jaywalk! (this is not so unique)

why did Angelina Jolie cross the road?

Ans. Because she thought she saw her son Grendel (beowulf) on the other side

why did F.I.R cross the road?

Ans. Because they thought they saw their friend the FIR tree

why did britney spears cross the road?

Ans. Because 'You DRIVE me Crazy'!

why did Snoopy cross the road?

Ans. Because he saw Snoop-dog his friend.

why did Harry cross the road?
Ans. Because he wanted to get to platform 3&1/4?

why did wong lee hom and edison chen cross the road?

Ans. Because they were both ABC's (americans blisfully crossing)

lastly

why did hello kitty cross the road but got into a hit-and-run accident?

Ans. Because a car came and she could not scream to warn the driver as she has no mouth!!

last of the last

why did tigger cross the road?
Ans. Because his side of the road has POO (pooh)

hehehehe

ya they are all cold
happy weekend everyone!

2007-11-09T22:51:00.000+08:00

humans are meant to be alone.

is that right?

we are born alone(for most cases)

and we die alone(usually)

so does this say that we were meant to experience solitude all along?

does marriage break the holy matrimony instead of actually joining the holy matrimony when a couple get together?

I wonder.

2007-11-07T06:00:00.001+08:00

GOOD MORNING!!
RISE N SHINE!!

have u ever rushed an assignment or anything school-related stuff till the wee hours in the morning and u have still not completed it yet?
Even if it is finally completed, dont u feel that it lacks something?- or that it would not be a piece of work that would fare well in ur teacher's eyes?

I KNOW.
because i just rushed my assignment overnight today. not that it is a big deal, i've had loads of it- back then in A levels[haaaalleeluyah!!]

its considerably better now but the assignments are still same as backthen. Same kind of anxiety.

i'm supposed to wake up at 630 if my class starts at 930. Guess what. i'm just in time. Dily daly for a while more and i'm ready for school. oh yes. no sleep needed,

its feels rather exhilarating, when ur body is in extreme high drive mode;

u have parched throat u are thirsty
ur eyes are glazed and u are just blatantly staring
u laugh at the slightest thing
u feel like jumping or dancing a pitter pattr

then all of a sudden u hit the down:

ur mouth is clamped tight
ur eyes cant open
u wanna slap the person that is laughing-whoever
u dont even want to move.

such extremes in behavior occurs when u dont sleep. As for now, i'm still in overdrive mode.

i wonder how many people do such stuff.. blog when they are in serious lack of sleep.

haha beats me.

*I just cant wait for the day to be over and i can come home to hibernate to eternity.

2007-11-05T19:11:00.000+08:00

Came across this while studying/doing final assignment

Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow,

And bear their trophies with them as they go:

Filth of all hues and odours seem to tell

What streets they sailed from, by the sight and smell.

They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force

From Smithfield or St. Pulchre's shape their course,

And in huge confluent join at Snow Hill Ridge,

Fall from the Conduit prone to Holborn Bridge.

Sweepings from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,

Drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in mud,

Dead cats and turnip-tops come tumbling down the flood.

Awesome.

Guess what it is about?

u can never imagine.

its from Johnathan Swift's " A Description of a City Shower" (1710).

It was about the smelly reality of the sanitary problems in eighteenth-century britain.....

All the (human, bird, cat, dog, horse, cow, rat, pig, chicken, rabbit, and more human) shit, the gore, the "horror"! are being flushed down the roads when the beautiful City showers sprinkle the city's massive land.

Can u imagine how much shit are accumulated in whole of Britain in a day? Mayb as big a pile as Bukit Timah.

COOL SHIT. haha pun intended.

i was SO fascinated with their living conditions.

Initially i thought Mr Swift was trying to be DrAma MamA but in actual fact, it is all real and seriously stinky.

Anyway the poem was delibrately placed in such a colour to remind U of the shit and filth wahahahas..

So hey dudes and blondes, please be really thankful of the sanitary conditions WE have now. Thank you industrial revolution, intelligence and god.

Or mayb it could be that our past ancestors jus couldn tolerate the smell anymore and decided to finally DO SOMETHING.

Smart move I say.

2007-10-20T02:35:00.000+08:00

Blog abstract.

About Me:
We are blind to have eyes. We judge when we can see.
What do you see? well i cant see myself- only if i look at my reflection. My reflection tells me likewise. It is a dual reflection of myself so even if i see myself, it wont be me.
So who is it that you see? do u see urself or is it only your reflection? Beauty can be reflected by how u portray it so. However, beauty's just skin deep. We need it, we live to categorize ourselves-it sustains our daily hypocrisies-, but that segregation lies only to reduce what we are really worth. What u see in ur reflection is what you want others to see. The eyes can only portray what is shown, not what can be hidden.
So now, what was the question again? ;)do what you deem to be truthful, seek for true believe for goodness, and venture into the unseeked. Treasure the true value of what encompasses you. i am thankful for my wonderful friends ;)

2007-10-06T15:27:00.000+08:00

This is what i also wrote for my HW101 class yesterday.

it was damn fun writing it. We had to use one syllable words.

The swirl specks of blue, red, green, black and white mix up on the plain piece of cloth. My brush splats in a mad rush as I try to catch what i see from my dazed mind. The state of trance brings me up to the sky and way up high; now i know i can fly. I fly far from this messed up world and reach out to my lone and safe nest. I fell safe, i feel free. Now i can be who i want with dear glee. You can peer all you want, but you will not see this side of me.

2007-10-06T15:17:00.000+08:00

This was one of my in class assignments for HW101

Canteen B

The hot piercing sum penetrates through the tinted high windows of Canteen B.
Flies buzz lethargically in the summer heat, stealthily hunting for scraps of food vastly scattered on the neglected tables. A low disorderly collage of sounds and chattering fill the stale, humid air. The decadent state of the neglected Canteen B screamed for a need to undergo a makeover. Desperate Canteen B wants to be renovated.

As she lay in a state of despair, the overpowering stench of dried chlorine fills the air, mixing together the smells of cooked food and unkept rubbish; she smelt like death. As she looked on in a haggard and wretched state, the sun continued to glare pulsatingly at her, drying her up like an abandoned Sahara. As she looked on weary to the world & the state she was forced to become, her eyes fluttered to close; she wanted to escape from the harshness of reality, she dreamed to be loved, cared and cleaned. Finally she joined her fantasy ideals and rolled off to a deep slumber.

i loved writing it. =)

2007-09-25T00:57:00.000+08:00

i cant stand it.

feminist insights: lets see maybe with the perception that women should be submissive or that women should stay at home as housewifes or that women are less intelligent than men?
- mind you, us women use both sides of our brain, creating rationale and worldly opinions on even the smallest things just so that the world would be a better place.

well, mayb not. Not THAT great.

Humans are all the same.

bah
all these nonsense and my assignments are still sitting there, waiting , just waiting for me.
ah
let them wait i say.

2007-09-21T00:26:00.001+08:00

First posting

shall be trusting.

i like to eat

sushi and salmon.

my life is random

just like a beat

in the musical classicals

the temperate highs and lows

creates a spark in me that glows

and that is highly whimsical.

so what is my intention

to go off with this pension

its up to you to mention

when i see you in detention?

alas i have an outlet to question

all my lyrical anger, muse and tension. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

this is my first blog,

so i can vent on it

to question

all the interesting arguments and opinions i can muster, not any less a fraction.