TGIF!!!

TGIF MY ASS.

Went for a 2hr lunch with my new colleague. I am "growing fat" with her can. She's really nice to hang out with and adores food! And I'm supposed to be on a regime diet! You know people around you somehow does influence your appetite. When you are attached and your partner loves to eat, you'll love eating too. I wouldn't deny that I love food. No good, Miss Hoe. So, after all the sinful makan-ing for a week, I'm going on a detox over the weekend. I have an advice though for you ladies out there. Please drink sufficient fluid. I usually refill my waterbottle every hour and pee alot as well. It's important to keep your body hydrated and water can purge out "dirty" toxic from our bodies. Guys as well. The water therapy really works!

Received a bad news from school today. The camp is post phoned to a later date due to some issues between Sentosa and MDIS. It is still half a good news to me because I need not skip my PR class next sat and I have ample time assigned for project work this whole weekend. I've got a valediction essay to pen on, sypnosis for my fyp to be done by tomorrow morning and I haven't thought of which topic to start on, filming with the group for the mock press conference, proj meet up at Daniel's this Sunday... I wish I had 48hrs everyday.

**ah lei! I think I'm gonna have to cancel on ECP tomorrow! Next week ok?? We go watch Hairspray! (:

**
There are some blogs I read on a regular basis and every different blogger has their own style of putting across their own words. But there is a minority who blogs in a style I personally cannot accept - The Emo Blog. Almost always, their blogs have black based backgrounds. And if they are into Goth, abit of red here and there. One thing for sure, their words are EXTREMELY TINY! (I know Charlene agrees with me on this. hah. We were msn-ing about this just the other day)

Eg. When I am angry, I'll blog something like that:

"WAH LAO. I AM SO FREAKING PISSED OFF!!! @#$^$*&#%. "

Many other famous bloggers approach this kind of simple blogging style as well.

The following is an excerption(not plagiarized from any blog) of what I picture the emo bloggers would write about when their angry nerve is being taken advantage:

emo blogger:" A whirlwind of rage drew within my already agitated emotional self. Those excruitiating words seems to be endangering my throbbing heart, beating impetuously as that unkind soul engalfed me with his pounding voice. I feel my blood boiling and gushing throughout every corner of my twinding veins, sending a rough signal to that gray matter up there. It explodes into a million screams. I've had enough. It has come to a stage where soothing words sounds like profanities. Fuck off and leave me alone."




But of course, the emo bloggers words are tiny lah.




Get what I mean? =p

short fun.

on a marathon email chat with Kevin,Shifu,Xishi and Wati.

h i l a r i o u s.

Moral of the story?

Using company email to "communicate" is known as multi-tasking.






as i refresh each convo, i reminisce those days.

more blah blah blahs

Thursdays bitching with Me.



Stupid Taxi driver- SHA1699H. I missed my usual bus this morning and had no choice but to cab down to Serangoon mrt. Hopped on a cab(which was changing shift), and started a horrifying journey with a stranger.

me(in a nice tone) : "uncle, please make a U-turn thanks"

(the reason why I requested this was because some kuku taxi drivers DO NOT KNOW that Serangoon mrt was in the other way and they will drive all the way straight down and that will result in a waste of time and money. So, in order to play safe, I tell that to every driver.)

taxi driver(agitated) : "get down of the taxi now.Here how to U-turn!? Don't teach me what to do ok? I am the driver."

Like what the HELL? I merely just asked for him to U-turn just in case he might go the other long way to the mrt. No seriously, does telling him to do that denotes in any instant in which I am doubting his years of driving experience?

I kept quiet during the whole journey and thought of something nasty to irritate him. I took down his taxi plate number and vow to lodge a complain to Comfort.

I was very evil lah huh. I've got cash in my wallet but I decide to pay using card which irritated him just as what I expected.

me : "you can stop me anywhere here. I use card. NETS."
taxi driver(tsk-ing away) :"I never on my machine you know!"
me : "then how? I no cash."
taxi driver(pissed) :"cannot NETS. In the first place you should have told me you use card!"
me : "no NETS than Masters lor."

Before I left the cab, I bluntly said that he was rude.

WOAH. I know I shouldn't be so bad to him because he's earning a living. Yes yes and I must think that he needs to support his family and what nots. That attitude is wayyyy too horrible. But, I dropped the idea of complaining in the end.

**

A bus incident on the way home yesterday.

Guy : "you heard of ACS?"
Girl : "ermm.. yah."
Guy : "lots of people say ACS boys cannot be compared to RI boys cause they don't possess the charm that RI boys have."
Girl : "is it? haha."
Guy(confidently) : "yes.that's why I'm an RI boy."

I looked up immediately at the guy.

OMG. *faints*















...it's finally the 30th. but i know you'll never ask.

more blah blahs.

More blah blahs.


I love my new layout(kudos to the designer). Pretty and simple. The fonts are bigger. So when I bitch, you guys can read my nasty remarks without having to squint your eyes.

Did anyone catch the lunar eclipse yesterday? I doubt as there were heavy clouds around and from what I wiki-ed, South Asia missed it completely. Read : Lunar eclipse.I still remember when I was in Primary 4 (can’t recall which date), everyone was so hyped up about the eclipse that year. Me and my friend actually went to fill a pail of basin with water and placed it on the field. It was one of those tiny science experiment that us as kids love. Haha. The next “blood moon” will occur on June 16th 2011. That’s like 4 years later and I shall try to remember this date.

I’m basically blogging randomly about almost anything. Please bear with my inconsistency.

Yes, my poor body is not in a good shape ever since the high fever last week. I have a serious outbreak of pimples and my hair is falling. My body seems to be rejecting my soul. It refuses to recover. Now I go to work with my fringe tied up with zero make-up to allow my face to breathe. I have a feeling it’s skin allergy caused by a certain cosmetic brand but I can’t figure out which brand is it. Either that or it’s due to the lack of sleep and H20. Dieting is working well but I googled and found out that it might cause my hormones to get confused thus the dropping of hair and sudden outbreak. So, I’m back to being the ugly fat duckling.

I love how my lappie takes excellent pics :

The unglam me.


Friends complimented on my sister’s beauty.


Copy Peach.


My hair’s too long.

I want to visit Color Bar soon.

blah blah.

lesson in an hour.

i wished i had my lappie with me. Super lazy to copy notes. I hate journalism 'coz there's like so much of writing!!!

Ok.

Off to school. muacks.

later~

in heaven's wrath.

To love unconditionally,
I'll hurt emotionally.
To tear with a smile,
It isn't all worthwhile.
To hear of the unseen,
Drew hatred from within.
What's left is nothing,
'Coz the heart has no feeling.
But you'll never know this:
That angel still exist.

f. the world.

I am damn effing pissed with humans and their incorrigible superficial thinking.

No sense of loyalty, no sense of compassion, no sense of guilt, basicially I think their hearts are like glued to their bloody ass, their brains decomposed with years of skillful backstabbing and pure selfishness. So freaking evil can.

Why is it when I feel that the world is starting to be fair again to me... when I feel that at least I still have the world to look forward to.. when I feel that the world is beginning to be nice, compensating me for the loss of my precious heart. BUT NO!!! This kind of shit just has to happen. FUCK. I really do not wish to use profanities here and apologize. But nothing else can explain this whole screwed up matter except fuck fuck fuck.

I'm like so so so ANGRY now my poor brain is not functioning, my blood is boiling.

And the best part?? I can't even talk about what happen because my blog's not private and I might just offend the people who read this.

ARGHHHGHHHHHHH~!!!!!!

To Hell with the world. I'm so disappointed I feel like crying. The world is nothing but lies.

love is like a playground [ Part ll ]

Yup, LOVE is like a playground.

So, at the playground you will meet those who'll over come all the obstacles with you... or maybe some who'll just sit around and talk to you. Some who will catch your attention but too bad he/she is with another person. Some who manage to go through all the obstacles but end up giving up everything and starts looking for another person. Some you'll see who are just alone still searching for the someone. Some who'll leave the playground happy because they found the perfect person. Some who are still persistant on searching for the right one remains there. Some who'll eventually get tired of hopping from one person to another and leaves the playground with no one in the end.

So choose one.

haha.

Let me tell how special am I. I am the one sitting outside of the playground on a nice comfy red bench looking at everyone at the playground. I'll catch every single emotion going on, I'll comfort those with tears, give blessings for those who found the perfect person, encourage those who are still searching.

Yes. that will be me.

Than you'll ask, when will I go back to the playground?

I'm not going back.I'm just gonna sit at my beautiful red bench and wait. I believe there will be this one person who will understand everything in the playground and leave. And that person will come by sit beside me and we will enjoy the lovely breeze together looking at everyone. We'll realise that the playground is only but a temporary place of happiness and sorrows. And when we leave the beautiful red bench, it's gonna be forever... away from the facade of the infamous playground.

"You can't make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to the person to realize your worth."

**

I want to thank every single one of you who have been there for me throughout this whole two weeks.

My best friend who accompanied me through EVERYTHING. Thank you is too small a word to say to you. But without you, I might not have survived this.
Theo who called all the way from Perth to ask me to hang there and be strong.
Xinlei who took time off from her busy schedule to hear my woes.
Kaibin and Kevin. Goodness. The late 4am talks and MacDonald's and the $38 cab fare.

See, I have wonderful friends.

This blog will go on a long hiatus. I have lotsa stuff coming up! School final year project... new environment.. blah blah. And when I'm back, I'll tell you of my joyride.

For now, be safe.

"When something happens to you, good or bad, consider what it means. There's a purpose to life's events, to teach you how to laugh more or not cry too hard."

xoxo,
Diana =)

p/s : Tag me if you want to! I'll still come back to check your messages. *hugs*

random thoughts

ok I admit.

I'm gonna be bored during the weekends. no no. Not that I have no friends to hang out with or whatsoever. But what can we do? Watch movie? nah. Too packed. The usual makan+chilling out? nope. BORING. East Coast cycling? grrrr. Rain how?

see? The downside of being a Singaporean. Your life is mundane to the ultimate. Either you are at the office working your ass off, mugging with cries of unwillingness, or just practically slacking around doing nothing.

Yes. The life of a 22 yr old. Me.

It has since come to a point where the ironically overused word - LOVE starts to irritate the shit out of me.

I love you and you love me. But does it come right from the depths of that red pumping thing? How many times have you said 'I love you' to someone just for the sake of saying because you are in a lovey-dovey relationship or is it because you truly love that person.

So you would be asking. What's love?

Love is when we're beside each other, not having anything to say, but the moment can be perfect.
Love is when he kiss me on my cheek and tell me I'm pretty.
Love is about giving in, trust, commitment.
Love is when our lips touch and there are like a million freaking butterflies flying in our stomachs and in the air.
Love is when he closes his eyes, falling asleep just right beside you and all you do is just watch him sleep.
Love is about sacrifices.
Love is about waiting for the right moment.
Love is when she says 'You're the best thing that ever happen in my life'.

Love here. Love there. ya ya ya. Love is in the air~~

The list can go on ya. Well, I gathered abit about this "gruesome" four letter word from friends around me.

Almost everyone said the same thing. Who doesn't like the lovey-dovey part of a relationship where you both belong in your own tiny little heart-shaped world? But what's hard after that? The maintaining part. It gets tiring and boring and will be cocked-up with lots of obstacles that you did not forsee in the start of the honeymoon period. And the sms-es becomes like an everyday thing. The calling of sweet names becomes a formality. Meet-ups becomes lesser because everyone has this stupid thinking of 'Absence makes the heart grows fonder'. I choose to half-believe. When you are in love, all you want to do is to see the other party everyday. RIGHT? Even for 5 freaking minutes. But as time goes by and you both feel that you need personal space, not meeting up becomes a norm.

You know the story. The plot. The details. The beginning and the ending. So why do we humans STILL engage in this staged play?

"Love is like a playground."

You step into a playground when you are happy or sad. You start exploring the playground. You see different people there. Somtimes you play with them, sometimes you find someone special, and you both start on a journey of "conquering" the playground. At the playground,there are swings, there are long slides and there are monkey bars.

You sit on the swing, you feel the breeze, the calmness. It's like in love where everything seems to be so stable with the occasional ups and downs but you are still stuck to the seat and loving every moment of that tranquility.

You play the slide. You try so hard to climb up to the top knowing that you'll still go down in the end. You try again and again. And you'll get tired of climbing, tired of going down. Tired of the ups and downs and finally you give up climbing. Just like in love, you go all out for the other party, knowing that he/she might just push you aside and when that happens, your feelings start to "slide" away until you don't feel like climbing anymore.

You try the monkey bar. With every grasp, your hand might already be filled with blisters. But you persist. You fall down with a thud on the floor but you still stand up and climb again not knowing that the blisters on your hands are not healed. Like in love. You fall in love, you get hurt but you might not be completely healed but yet you fall in love again. And each time you feel that the hurt gets deeper and deeper. But what's ironic? You still want to climb the bloody monkey bar with all the blisters on your hands.

So what's in store at the end?

- to be continued -

p/s: I didn't write this because I am out of love or am any sort jealous of anyone who is in love. Yup. It's just how I feel at this point of time in my life.

goodness.

Had a girlie chat with Theoweeeeeeeeee like for more than an hour last night.



all the way from Perth man.



WOMAN!! let's webcam tonight lah huh.

Days been good so far I guess. hah. At least my tagboard's not as noisy as before. I've got class tonight and my assignment's due in 3 weeks. And guess what, I have been reading the papers!!! This year doesn't seem like it's a good year. Bridges "all over the world" seem to be falling and people die abruptly. Yes life sometimes can be such a BITCH, but there must be something in everyone that keeps a person going. And, I'm still searching for it.

Studies? Future? haha. My life is still uncertain of.

Right now, I just wanna complete this damn diploma asap so I can move on to advance and hopefully by end of next year I start uni.

Sounds good? hell yea.

p/s: Peach is good. Getting fatter. I hope you are going on fine too. Jia you on your first sem!!

13th of August

Start of the ghost month.

boOOooo~

yah. And I'm finally sick.

grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Gwen Stefanie's concert with Charlene later~~

I NEED TO START ON MY FINAL YEAR PROJECT SOON!!!!

dunno how to do. shit man.

ndp 2007

A sea of red right smack in front of the floating platform,
Happy faces.
F16, apache, national flag,
Excited Singaporeans.
Night fell, handlights lit up the whole Marina Bay,
Red Blue Pink Green.
Did you see that?
Even the various performances somehow had all that 4 colours.
3700 participants.
Fireworks shot off into the night sky just infront of the wheel.
Bang. My heart just died at that moment.
The broken pieces of that red pumping thing stopped breaking when tears finally fell.
It was so hard.
The whole parade kept flashing back all those words you once said to me.

I miss you...

emofied.

It's not easy...

Waking up to feel dumbo drenched and that the night's sleep was spent missing ***

It's national day tomorrow.

I think I'm gonna dread national day year after year.

Please stay safe ok?

//edit :

Went over to Vivo City for lunch alone. Walked around aimlessly... Singaporeans are really cliche. It's only during national day that you see so many patriotic ones around. There were countless at Vivo. Lots of walking flags. I defied the human traffic and was literally walking into a sea of red and white.

sighs.

I "feel" like the colours of the state flag too. One moment my heart was red and pumping... the next its blank and just plain white.

I feel so cold.

070807

seriously, whatever.

I've had enough of all the tags and people whom I don't even know tagging my board leaving cruel remarks.

you know what?

Just say whatever you want to say. I'm a bitch/slut/whore/fat/loser. Yes. By all means, go ahead ok. If you think unkind words can turn my life into hell, then continue to stay in that delusional world of yours. If my blog is so fucked up that everytime you come here, you just feel like scolding me or kill me, then I would suggest that you just don't read! What for waste time typing in my long blog address just to puke at your computer screen at my unentertaining entries? It's pretty simple this whole blogging thing. I am just a normal girl. I am not an angel. I cannot please the whole damn world. Some of you hate me, some of you neutral, some of you nice. I can't possibly change my character to suit to your liking right?

ok?

I give up.

Flame me all you want. Because at the end of the day, the one feeling the most miserable and sad, is not me. It's YOU.

**

Was on the way to work... and saw many NUS students in the t-shirt of my favourite colour. I wonder where will you be today...

Somehow I feel this lucky number 7 is not that lucky afterall. I passed by a major car accident at the cross junction at harbourfront earlier. The car literally skidded off the road and crashed right into the thick wall. The front of the car was smashed. I can't help but continueously pray that whenever you drive, please please drive carefully. It was so upsetting looking at the accident that my heart cringed and my tears just fell.

I wonder when will I ever stop crying...

i'm trying.

I was thinking should I close down this blog...

But I'm gonna keep it. Not many are reading anyway... and I seldom have updates.

These past one week... had been more than just a roller coaster ride. And got me sort out many thoughts as well.

"Love doesn't mean possessing you.Watching you from afar, I'm contented enough."

For now,

I'm going to be strong...