I know that he passed away, many many hours ago, but I only had time now, today to write about my thoughts on this awful news here.
I'm quite saddened by this news you know. Like I was extremely shocked and surprised and fiarly upset by it. I know I wasn't part of the generation that truly worshipped him, meaning my mother's and younger (she WENT for the concert when he came down WITH my father , her then-BOYFRIEND! I know, it irks me too) but my parents played his songs on the Gold 90 FM when we were kids, so even WE knew his name and his songs. And you know what, I actually LIKE his songs! Yes, I will admit it! I don't HATE or look down on him, like many other people do. He achieved what many many movie and music stars dream to have. SUPERSTARDOM. I mean think about it, he broke records when he sold his records, he literally changed his face shape and colour, he went from black to white! And of course his acquittance and his notoriety and his debts and his horrible childhood all made him even more famous. Scandal really elevates one's position in the ladder of stardom! He will truly and absolutely never be forgotten. EVER.
Rest in Peace Michael Jackson.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Paranoia and the world
First of all, bloody hell I blog a lot! I only JUST started this thing and already I have 94 posts? Sheesh!
Second of all, some idiot told me that cockroaches crawl in your ear when you're sleeping so whenever sister and I find a cockroach in our room(happening more and more lately), and for some reason the damn thing gets away from our flaying arms that have rolled-up newspapers clutched in our hands, but its been sprayed on with Shelltox, I can't fall asleep right away at night because usually I'm worrying about the stupid thing somewhere in our room and whether or not it'll crawl in my ear. I'm a little paranoid about things crawling into my ears or my nose or my mouth, cuz like god knows where that thing's been, I don't need more bacteria and whatnot in my body! So I'm going for this camp right, on sat, a kind of orientation thing and I keep hearing stories from my dear cousins about the activities they conduct. Then my friend tell me they tekan ( I think that's the word she used, she was on msn) you in the middle of the night. And I ask her what do you mean? And she says like lock you up in a dark room.
Well personally, if I was supposed to be "tekaned" on in the middle of the night, being locked up in a dark room is kind of a good thing. Cuz all I'd do is like fall asleep. I can fall asleep anywhere if I'm THAT sleepy. But I can't fall asleep as easily in bright light. So if they wanted to "tekan" me, they should put me in a brightly lit room, and watch me try to fall back asleep. Then I realised that they can put you in a room with something else! And that's where the whole cockroach thing with the ear came flooding back! Which is why I'm writing about it here.
To tell you the truth, there's lots of stuff I get paranoid and worry about. LOTS.
Like I always worry about being attacked at night by some strange man or men. ALWAYS. I have no idea why. So whenever I'm out late, by myself, like going home ( cuz I don't have a boyfriend to escort me home and NONE of my friends go the same way as me), all kinds of scenarios run through my head and I'm like mentally preparing for each and every one of them. I look for an escape route and for something I can like, grasp to hit with. Whenever I'm out and I' wearing my clogs, I'm like, yeah, solid wood soles man! Oh! and once, for drama or something I had to bring a saw to school to cut the galas(long poles used to hang clothes with), and at the same time, I had brought a hammer and a penknife and a pair of scissors. I swear if I had to go through the airport scanners right then, NO WAY would I catch my plane! And my friend's like today, if some dude tries to get fresh with you, you can just casually pull out the hammer(which was actually sticking out of my bag cuz it was so big ) and wave it around and the dud will like run away! I never felt so ready for a walkabout at night before I can tell you that! By the way, I can actually USE all the tools that were in my SCHOOL bag that day.
Why am I talking about my paranoia? Well because today I was again, on msn with another friend and she was talking about going on a backpacking trip round the world. Well not literally ROUND THE WORLD, but you know like 7 or 8 different destinations that are around the world and I was like, no way honey, neither of our parents will let us do that. Cuz like her parents are even more strict than me. She needs a male escort when she goes to Malaysia, or anywhere overseas, and her mum is never away from her. And I said that now even more so because my mother watches this show called Banged-Up Abroad, about real accounts of people going overseas and getting into trouble (obviously living to tell the story). And she's like well yeah there's that worry about rape and murder and being hacked into pieces such that her body is sent back in an envelope, but I said that my biggest worry was theft. Of money and my PASSPORT.
Because I figured that I'm too paranoid to get myself into situations where the woman's first fear will happen but if I'm stuck in the country, with no money and hence no place to stay, then Those unpleasant things MAY actually happen. As in a higher chance of happening. Which is why I don't every want to go travelling alone. Even my sister is better than travelling alone. Yes I'd have to worry about HER safety as well as mine and she's more likely to do crazy things, especially when the parents are like 3000 miles away from her and will most probably ever find out whatever crazy thing we've done, but at least there's another brain to help get us out of any potential messes we get in. Plus, the experience could be shared, and we can reminisce about it when we get back. You can't reminisce by yourself! And having another person there will be proof that you went on that trip because someone else remembers it! And of course without saying there's safety. Thing is, I'd also be so so stressed from the trip that I'd need another vacation for the vacation! Which is so true right? People always say that, then why do they go ON the trip in the beginning?
Unfortunately, I know the answer to that one: To see and experience the world outside your own eggshell. I say eggshell because while you own little world can be so all-encompassing, actually its very fragile and any external matter can break it. I like watching travel programmes and learning about different places, and I love looking at beautiful scenery because it just amazes me that something THAT beautiful actually and physically exists and I guess the stress would be worth it. But make sure that you have money left over from the trip for a short cruise to relax!
shini
Second of all, some idiot told me that cockroaches crawl in your ear when you're sleeping so whenever sister and I find a cockroach in our room(happening more and more lately), and for some reason the damn thing gets away from our flaying arms that have rolled-up newspapers clutched in our hands, but its been sprayed on with Shelltox, I can't fall asleep right away at night because usually I'm worrying about the stupid thing somewhere in our room and whether or not it'll crawl in my ear. I'm a little paranoid about things crawling into my ears or my nose or my mouth, cuz like god knows where that thing's been, I don't need more bacteria and whatnot in my body! So I'm going for this camp right, on sat, a kind of orientation thing and I keep hearing stories from my dear cousins about the activities they conduct. Then my friend tell me they tekan ( I think that's the word she used, she was on msn) you in the middle of the night. And I ask her what do you mean? And she says like lock you up in a dark room.
Well personally, if I was supposed to be "tekaned" on in the middle of the night, being locked up in a dark room is kind of a good thing. Cuz all I'd do is like fall asleep. I can fall asleep anywhere if I'm THAT sleepy. But I can't fall asleep as easily in bright light. So if they wanted to "tekan" me, they should put me in a brightly lit room, and watch me try to fall back asleep. Then I realised that they can put you in a room with something else! And that's where the whole cockroach thing with the ear came flooding back! Which is why I'm writing about it here.
To tell you the truth, there's lots of stuff I get paranoid and worry about. LOTS.
Like I always worry about being attacked at night by some strange man or men. ALWAYS. I have no idea why. So whenever I'm out late, by myself, like going home ( cuz I don't have a boyfriend to escort me home and NONE of my friends go the same way as me), all kinds of scenarios run through my head and I'm like mentally preparing for each and every one of them. I look for an escape route and for something I can like, grasp to hit with. Whenever I'm out and I' wearing my clogs, I'm like, yeah, solid wood soles man! Oh! and once, for drama or something I had to bring a saw to school to cut the galas(long poles used to hang clothes with), and at the same time, I had brought a hammer and a penknife and a pair of scissors. I swear if I had to go through the airport scanners right then, NO WAY would I catch my plane! And my friend's like today, if some dude tries to get fresh with you, you can just casually pull out the hammer(which was actually sticking out of my bag cuz it was so big ) and wave it around and the dud will like run away! I never felt so ready for a walkabout at night before I can tell you that! By the way, I can actually USE all the tools that were in my SCHOOL bag that day.
Why am I talking about my paranoia? Well because today I was again, on msn with another friend and she was talking about going on a backpacking trip round the world. Well not literally ROUND THE WORLD, but you know like 7 or 8 different destinations that are around the world and I was like, no way honey, neither of our parents will let us do that. Cuz like her parents are even more strict than me. She needs a male escort when she goes to Malaysia, or anywhere overseas, and her mum is never away from her. And I said that now even more so because my mother watches this show called Banged-Up Abroad, about real accounts of people going overseas and getting into trouble (obviously living to tell the story). And she's like well yeah there's that worry about rape and murder and being hacked into pieces such that her body is sent back in an envelope, but I said that my biggest worry was theft. Of money and my PASSPORT.
Because I figured that I'm too paranoid to get myself into situations where the woman's first fear will happen but if I'm stuck in the country, with no money and hence no place to stay, then Those unpleasant things MAY actually happen. As in a higher chance of happening. Which is why I don't every want to go travelling alone. Even my sister is better than travelling alone. Yes I'd have to worry about HER safety as well as mine and she's more likely to do crazy things, especially when the parents are like 3000 miles away from her and will most probably ever find out whatever crazy thing we've done, but at least there's another brain to help get us out of any potential messes we get in. Plus, the experience could be shared, and we can reminisce about it when we get back. You can't reminisce by yourself! And having another person there will be proof that you went on that trip because someone else remembers it! And of course without saying there's safety. Thing is, I'd also be so so stressed from the trip that I'd need another vacation for the vacation! Which is so true right? People always say that, then why do they go ON the trip in the beginning?
Unfortunately, I know the answer to that one: To see and experience the world outside your own eggshell. I say eggshell because while you own little world can be so all-encompassing, actually its very fragile and any external matter can break it. I like watching travel programmes and learning about different places, and I love looking at beautiful scenery because it just amazes me that something THAT beautiful actually and physically exists and I guess the stress would be worth it. But make sure that you have money left over from the trip for a short cruise to relax!
shini
Monday, June 22, 2009
I just realised something. I kept wondering for a while,(like the spoiled brat that I was), why my parents can't just be happy with what they have, children-wise. Like they always wanted us to do even better, and quite truthfully, we are terrible students. Its a pure, PURE miracle that I even made it to NUS, of all places, going by how little I studied all my life. And for a while, I thought that( this is going to sound really awful and the only reason I'm even writing this down is because I'm probably just feeling unnaturally garang right now), they should be glad that I even got this far. That they shouldn't expect more.
Well I've just realised why they SHOULD! At first I thought that yes, they did go to uni, NUS in fact so they should expect me to go too. But then, I heard from all these other people that apparently I did better than when they did their A levels. Plus, I had gotten offers from the 3 local unis, though not all the ones I wanted. So I thought, that, well, yeah I didn't believe I could do it, but I thought they would at least. OF course it became clear that they didn't think I could do it either. But whatever. Point is, I thought I not only met their minimum requirement, but I even exceeded it.
But I realise now, that I did no such thing. They SHOULD have such high expectations of me because they gave me what they never received from their parents. My mum's parents couldn't even speak much English, and same for my dad. Though my mum's parents were alright, financially, they had 5 children, all to get married, and they had 4 girls (hello, dowries?). And my dad was the typical kampung boy, so smart he went to RI. Both worked as teachers for a few years and my dad had army before they arrived at uni, at the ripe old ages of 25 and 27. And here I am, at 19, going in. The didn't have what I had, English teachers, really GOOD teachers, trained well, as parents, with stable incomes to provide me with help that I needed with my education. Of course I will still maintain that they barely sat down and taught me, like taught me properly, unless it was the day/night before all my English and lit exams. But I will admit that they taught me in different ways. They always spoke English, well to me and sister (though this had alarming side effects regarding my Tamil skills forever), answered all y random questions on vocab, gave me material (though I couldn't finish reading everything; see what an awful student I am), brought me to plays, even as a small kid, and most importantly, taught me to read at a very young age and instilled the love of reading into me (though this also could have caused the glasses problem). so yeah, they totally and absolutely can and SHOULD expect me to do brilliantly in school. Heck I'd expect me to do well in school!
I guess all the stuff my mum's been yelling at me for years has finally been driven in. And not a moment too soon either. Entering the uni, where I will HAVE to do well enough to graduate with Honours, and get a good job, because I HAVE to pay their CPF BACK. Sigh. Whew! What a load off! I'm tired now. must sleep. bye!
Well I've just realised why they SHOULD! At first I thought that yes, they did go to uni, NUS in fact so they should expect me to go too. But then, I heard from all these other people that apparently I did better than when they did their A levels. Plus, I had gotten offers from the 3 local unis, though not all the ones I wanted. So I thought, that, well, yeah I didn't believe I could do it, but I thought they would at least. OF course it became clear that they didn't think I could do it either. But whatever. Point is, I thought I not only met their minimum requirement, but I even exceeded it.
But I realise now, that I did no such thing. They SHOULD have such high expectations of me because they gave me what they never received from their parents. My mum's parents couldn't even speak much English, and same for my dad. Though my mum's parents were alright, financially, they had 5 children, all to get married, and they had 4 girls (hello, dowries?). And my dad was the typical kampung boy, so smart he went to RI. Both worked as teachers for a few years and my dad had army before they arrived at uni, at the ripe old ages of 25 and 27. And here I am, at 19, going in. The didn't have what I had, English teachers, really GOOD teachers, trained well, as parents, with stable incomes to provide me with help that I needed with my education. Of course I will still maintain that they barely sat down and taught me, like taught me properly, unless it was the day/night before all my English and lit exams. But I will admit that they taught me in different ways. They always spoke English, well to me and sister (though this had alarming side effects regarding my Tamil skills forever), answered all y random questions on vocab, gave me material (though I couldn't finish reading everything; see what an awful student I am), brought me to plays, even as a small kid, and most importantly, taught me to read at a very young age and instilled the love of reading into me (though this also could have caused the glasses problem). so yeah, they totally and absolutely can and SHOULD expect me to do brilliantly in school. Heck I'd expect me to do well in school!
I guess all the stuff my mum's been yelling at me for years has finally been driven in. And not a moment too soon either. Entering the uni, where I will HAVE to do well enough to graduate with Honours, and get a good job, because I HAVE to pay their CPF BACK. Sigh. Whew! What a load off! I'm tired now. must sleep. bye!
I don't want to live till I'm 100. I know, this is like a totally random thought and if my mother were reading this(god I hope not), she'd say, that it is very random, because I always just barge into her room and ask her something that is absolutely out of the blue and she often tells me off about it.(p.s. sorry about hte strange language, mind not working properly right now for some reason). Anyway, I was thinking about this on the way back from Father's Day dinner in CHANGI (bloody far la from my place) with the extended family. We already celebrated father's day+dad's birthday yesterday, since it was his birthday.
So yeah, since the drive was SOOOOOOOO long, I had a lot of time to think about this.
I don't want to live till I'm 100, especially when it has been predicted that our natural resources will run out by 2050. Now who wants to live through all the pathetic human beings, struggling to find ways of surviving WITHOUT our precious natural resources?! Not me! So then I figured, well, deciding when you want to die is all well and good but you never know. You might not have the chance to decide, because people go very suddenly all the time! Like its scary right? All that unfinished business. Which is why I think its very important to have a sort of last will and testament for yourself, legal or just informal. Since I like typing, and I'm already on my blog account, I thought I might just put a very rough edition of my last will and testament here. Of course, by right, parents will take care of everything, since I'm not an adult. However, I am over 18, so I figured, some choice could be given to me. Okay. Let's start.
1. All my jewellery, real or costume, to my sister and mum
2.All my clothes, must be given to organizations that send clothes to the poor in other countries, except items like my favourite scarf.
3.Ditto for all my shoes, except my clogs, because that truly is my most treasured possesion and it MUST be kept.
4. My laptop, of course goes to sister, and I suppose they can sell or give away my phone, camera, iriver and iTouch. But, the CDs that I burned for myself, MUST be kept.
5. All by books(I have LOTS), can be sent to a secondhand bookshop, except certain titles, like The Good Earth, The Trouble with Ally, and my lit texts with the writing in them. Some others too, but I can't remember now.
6. All my mementos fo my friends, I suppose, can be thrown away, because obviously they won't mean anything to anyone but me.
7. Some other things I want to be kept, at least for a while, like my "piggybank", and one of my old wallets and my IC.
Obviously all these things, and the fact that I'm listing all these items down, seem quite silly, and touch wood, I will live a long long time. I suppose I just feel comfortable la. Anyway, I gotta go. Feeling a little hungry. ciao for now.
shini
So yeah, since the drive was SOOOOOOOO long, I had a lot of time to think about this.
I don't want to live till I'm 100, especially when it has been predicted that our natural resources will run out by 2050. Now who wants to live through all the pathetic human beings, struggling to find ways of surviving WITHOUT our precious natural resources?! Not me! So then I figured, well, deciding when you want to die is all well and good but you never know. You might not have the chance to decide, because people go very suddenly all the time! Like its scary right? All that unfinished business. Which is why I think its very important to have a sort of last will and testament for yourself, legal or just informal. Since I like typing, and I'm already on my blog account, I thought I might just put a very rough edition of my last will and testament here. Of course, by right, parents will take care of everything, since I'm not an adult. However, I am over 18, so I figured, some choice could be given to me. Okay. Let's start.
1. All my jewellery, real or costume, to my sister and mum
2.All my clothes, must be given to organizations that send clothes to the poor in other countries, except items like my favourite scarf.
3.Ditto for all my shoes, except my clogs, because that truly is my most treasured possesion and it MUST be kept.
4. My laptop, of course goes to sister, and I suppose they can sell or give away my phone, camera, iriver and iTouch. But, the CDs that I burned for myself, MUST be kept.
5. All by books(I have LOTS), can be sent to a secondhand bookshop, except certain titles, like The Good Earth, The Trouble with Ally, and my lit texts with the writing in them. Some others too, but I can't remember now.
6. All my mementos fo my friends, I suppose, can be thrown away, because obviously they won't mean anything to anyone but me.
7. Some other things I want to be kept, at least for a while, like my "piggybank", and one of my old wallets and my IC.
Obviously all these things, and the fact that I'm listing all these items down, seem quite silly, and touch wood, I will live a long long time. I suppose I just feel comfortable la. Anyway, I gotta go. Feeling a little hungry. ciao for now.
shini
Friday, June 19, 2009
If you pay peanuts, you will get monkeys
I have totally and absolutely learned my lesson.
NEVER EVER GO TO MY SISTER FOR A MASSAGE EVER AGAIN.
Why you ask?
let me re-cap.
Yesterday, after we got back from our cousin's house, where we had stayed over for one night because we were too lazy to go home and it was too late anyway, I bugged my sister for a massage because my back had been feeling a little stiff lately(probably because of all the typing on the too high dining table), and besides, she totally owed me a massage after I had given her one. Now, I have already complained to her about her bony fingers and how she's too hard. So this time, there was improvement in her technique.
Also, her massages for me usually don't last very long and when she told me that when she does for her friends, its like half an hour, so of course, I asked her to make mine a little longer. For some reason, my shoulders hurt more than normal, but i figured it was a side-effect of D's massage technique. First pain, then relief. Unfortunately, this was not so. After the massage, my shoulders still hurt, quite a lot actually. Especially when I touched them. The pain continued till today, which alarmed me, so I just casually asked my mother to see if my sister had bruised me, if there were any blue-black spots. When she checked, she saw that my shoulder area was SWOLLEN! Apparently, my shoulders had swollen due to over-stimulation, ie, D's massaging! My mother applied this anasigltion-thingy, with a smell like tiger balm, and massaged it into my skin, which still hurt by the way, and now I have my shoulders, burning, cuz of the heat! quite uncomfortable let me tell you! Anyway, yeah, I am never asking my sis for a massage ever again.
Anyway, a thought occurred to me as I was getting the cream thingy massaged into my skin. We happened to be talking about science vs arts, and I realised that that arguement is like one fo the worst aruguements of all. I know this because I have argued it before with my wonderful science friend who's so damn logical it can really irritate me when I'm being irrational. The arguement got nowhere, mostly because I'm bad at arguing, and he had more points. But the point is that this debate just keeps going round in circles, which is why when I did the topic for one of my GP essays, I got too carried away and got lousy marks.
However, I do realise that I haven't posted my opinion on the matter so I'll just do so as quickly as I can.
Being an arts person, and an arts student, of course I deem the arts very very necessary to one's life. The ability to enjoy art, and drama and dance, and to argue about Shakespeare's works, and even to find out about juicy tidbits about France's history, excite the mind, and helps us to develop the part of us that deals with human interaction and social situations. The arts, relaxes oneself and relaxation is quite inportant. However, science again is important too, I mean what its done for humanity speaks for itself! I am not goign to list everything out because, it would be too long. My opinion is that like everything else in life, balance is necessary. Too much science, and one can get detached from people. Too much of the arts, and one can be left behind while everyone else progresses. Oh! and one more thing I'd like to divulge. I admire anyone in science industry, and anyone who's brilliant in science, mostly because I could never achieve that. Of course I admire great playwrights and Literature teachers who have the ability to dissect and sift through all the words of an author, playwright or poet to give you the gems of insight into what the writer was trying to tell the world. Again, mostly because I could never do that myself..
Sigh. Alright, enough blogging. ciao for now!
shini
NEVER EVER GO TO MY SISTER FOR A MASSAGE EVER AGAIN.
Why you ask?
let me re-cap.
Yesterday, after we got back from our cousin's house, where we had stayed over for one night because we were too lazy to go home and it was too late anyway, I bugged my sister for a massage because my back had been feeling a little stiff lately(probably because of all the typing on the too high dining table), and besides, she totally owed me a massage after I had given her one. Now, I have already complained to her about her bony fingers and how she's too hard. So this time, there was improvement in her technique.
Also, her massages for me usually don't last very long and when she told me that when she does for her friends, its like half an hour, so of course, I asked her to make mine a little longer. For some reason, my shoulders hurt more than normal, but i figured it was a side-effect of D's massage technique. First pain, then relief. Unfortunately, this was not so. After the massage, my shoulders still hurt, quite a lot actually. Especially when I touched them. The pain continued till today, which alarmed me, so I just casually asked my mother to see if my sister had bruised me, if there were any blue-black spots. When she checked, she saw that my shoulder area was SWOLLEN! Apparently, my shoulders had swollen due to over-stimulation, ie, D's massaging! My mother applied this anasigltion-thingy, with a smell like tiger balm, and massaged it into my skin, which still hurt by the way, and now I have my shoulders, burning, cuz of the heat! quite uncomfortable let me tell you! Anyway, yeah, I am never asking my sis for a massage ever again.
Anyway, a thought occurred to me as I was getting the cream thingy massaged into my skin. We happened to be talking about science vs arts, and I realised that that arguement is like one fo the worst aruguements of all. I know this because I have argued it before with my wonderful science friend who's so damn logical it can really irritate me when I'm being irrational. The arguement got nowhere, mostly because I'm bad at arguing, and he had more points. But the point is that this debate just keeps going round in circles, which is why when I did the topic for one of my GP essays, I got too carried away and got lousy marks.
However, I do realise that I haven't posted my opinion on the matter so I'll just do so as quickly as I can.
Being an arts person, and an arts student, of course I deem the arts very very necessary to one's life. The ability to enjoy art, and drama and dance, and to argue about Shakespeare's works, and even to find out about juicy tidbits about France's history, excite the mind, and helps us to develop the part of us that deals with human interaction and social situations. The arts, relaxes oneself and relaxation is quite inportant. However, science again is important too, I mean what its done for humanity speaks for itself! I am not goign to list everything out because, it would be too long. My opinion is that like everything else in life, balance is necessary. Too much science, and one can get detached from people. Too much of the arts, and one can be left behind while everyone else progresses. Oh! and one more thing I'd like to divulge. I admire anyone in science industry, and anyone who's brilliant in science, mostly because I could never achieve that. Of course I admire great playwrights and Literature teachers who have the ability to dissect and sift through all the words of an author, playwright or poet to give you the gems of insight into what the writer was trying to tell the world. Again, mostly because I could never do that myself..
Sigh. Alright, enough blogging. ciao for now!
shini
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I just realised something. Of course its something that if I write about it, everyone will know how dumb I really am. But anyway, here goes.
I just realised that I have been telling so many people about my blog that if I want to whine about someone or something, without the person in question finding out, I can't do it properly. I mean, I can not put the name, or re-name the person, like in those articles where the content is quite scandolus or it the people in the article are minors, but then I wouldn't be able to let out ALL my steam! It'll be like those volcanoes, with the viscous lava(you know I STILL cannot remember the proper names for the volcanoes!), where the the magma is not completely melted and the gases are trapped, and so the pressure builds and builds, till one day, the volcano explodes and causes major destruction!!!!
I mean, I'm not equating THIS situation with a volcano, obviously, this is a minor problem, and volcanoes are HUGE tragedies. I'm just trying to explain myself better. Sigh.
I guess, if you are a blogger, (and apparently I AM), you gotta have some self-restraint on what you post and write, because ultimately, what you say or write will be on the world wide web, which can be accessed by anyone and if what you say is offensive, you will HAVE to pay the consequences. They can be big, like the government coming after you, or not so public, like your friends coming after you. Either way, it will affect you.
I do realise that many of my points and opinions and "advice" is not extremely original and that people have already argued certain points before so it might not be interesting. However, think about it this way; it could just be that that I simply agree with those "un-original" points/opinions that were brought across by others? I mean, practically NOTHING is original these days anyway. I have no idea how I made the transition from the 2nd paragraph to the 3rd paragraph, but as I have already said before, my mind just jumps or I just get bored so people will just have to keep up.
Anywho, as you can probably tell, I have absolutely nothing ot talk about, because my LIFE is quite monotonous, but quite frankly, I like it that way. Everyone else, who's not having the time of their life, who has to go to school/work, totally resent me for it and they remind me that they resent me for it but I DON'T CAAAAARRREEE!!!!! *giggles* Besides, I'll be starting school soon, and I'll be so busy and like stressed out. So yeah. Do you think my dad will give me money to go shopping tmr? he already gave me and sister $30 for this movie outing we had to go and see with our cousin from overseas, like on wednesday. So that's why I don't think he will give me money. But I really want to go to cotton on and hypnosis and forever 21, to buy some things. I really want like plain, polo tees kind of thing and tees, which aren't too low-cut, cuz then i can just wear one layer. I also realise that I need another pair of pants, or to wear my existent skirts(i'm not into skirts). AND BLACK FLATS! Sigh. I'm so awful. Always thinking about shopping. in these terrible times. awful awful awful. *shrugs* its the GSS! if you don't shop now, when're gonna?! right?
Okay, officially run out of things to say and the call of the dishes is getting louder and louder. So is battery-running-out call. So ciao for now children!
shini
I just realised that I have been telling so many people about my blog that if I want to whine about someone or something, without the person in question finding out, I can't do it properly. I mean, I can not put the name, or re-name the person, like in those articles where the content is quite scandolus or it the people in the article are minors, but then I wouldn't be able to let out ALL my steam! It'll be like those volcanoes, with the viscous lava(you know I STILL cannot remember the proper names for the volcanoes!), where the the magma is not completely melted and the gases are trapped, and so the pressure builds and builds, till one day, the volcano explodes and causes major destruction!!!!
I mean, I'm not equating THIS situation with a volcano, obviously, this is a minor problem, and volcanoes are HUGE tragedies. I'm just trying to explain myself better. Sigh.
I guess, if you are a blogger, (and apparently I AM), you gotta have some self-restraint on what you post and write, because ultimately, what you say or write will be on the world wide web, which can be accessed by anyone and if what you say is offensive, you will HAVE to pay the consequences. They can be big, like the government coming after you, or not so public, like your friends coming after you. Either way, it will affect you.
I do realise that many of my points and opinions and "advice" is not extremely original and that people have already argued certain points before so it might not be interesting. However, think about it this way; it could just be that that I simply agree with those "un-original" points/opinions that were brought across by others? I mean, practically NOTHING is original these days anyway. I have no idea how I made the transition from the 2nd paragraph to the 3rd paragraph, but as I have already said before, my mind just jumps or I just get bored so people will just have to keep up.
Anywho, as you can probably tell, I have absolutely nothing ot talk about, because my LIFE is quite monotonous, but quite frankly, I like it that way. Everyone else, who's not having the time of their life, who has to go to school/work, totally resent me for it and they remind me that they resent me for it but I DON'T CAAAAARRREEE!!!!! *giggles* Besides, I'll be starting school soon, and I'll be so busy and like stressed out. So yeah. Do you think my dad will give me money to go shopping tmr? he already gave me and sister $30 for this movie outing we had to go and see with our cousin from overseas, like on wednesday. So that's why I don't think he will give me money. But I really want to go to cotton on and hypnosis and forever 21, to buy some things. I really want like plain, polo tees kind of thing and tees, which aren't too low-cut, cuz then i can just wear one layer. I also realise that I need another pair of pants, or to wear my existent skirts(i'm not into skirts). AND BLACK FLATS! Sigh. I'm so awful. Always thinking about shopping. in these terrible times. awful awful awful. *shrugs* its the GSS! if you don't shop now, when're gonna?! right?
Okay, officially run out of things to say and the call of the dishes is getting louder and louder. So is battery-running-out call. So ciao for now children!
shini
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I LOVE supermarkets. I really do. I feel so safe in supermarkets. Especially those HUGE ones, with like cooking appliances and stuff. Like I always reassure myself that if I were ever trapped in mall, the first place I'd try to break into would be the supermarket. The second would be a department store that sells beds. Or should the second one be the toilet? Anyway, yeah, all the food in the supermarket just makes me so happy! And its one place that I always buy SOMETHING every time I go in. Today, my sister, went a little overboard with the supermarket shopping at NTUC, and totally dumped anything she wanted in the trolley, mostly because my mother wasn't there and I couldn't really stop her. I did have to physically restrain her at times, but the girl's arms are longer than mine, so whadaya gonna do?!
Anywho, all in all, half the stuff my mother ended up buying was put in by my sister. Strangely enough, my mother actually DID pay for them!
After that we went for a late LATE dinner, at Raj's, near Mustaffa, cuz we're vaishnu today (vaishnu means vegetarian, i think in sindhi), and we arrived at their last order time, 10.30. So of course there were all the signals for us to leave asap. This thought occurred to me. Can restaurants kick patrons out who refuse to leave, even though the air-con is turned off, most the lights are off, the chairs and tables stacked up and the whole host of waiters milling about, very visiblyy? I mean all those are supposed to be signals telling the last customer to leave. But what if the customer just refuses to leave and is so thick-skinned and oblivious to the signals around him? What then? I mean, in the service world, and business world, the customer is ALWAYS right. But then again, its really really not fair to make the staff wait for you, I mean they have to go home too and they've worked hard all day. So really, what happens?
shini
Anywho, all in all, half the stuff my mother ended up buying was put in by my sister. Strangely enough, my mother actually DID pay for them!
After that we went for a late LATE dinner, at Raj's, near Mustaffa, cuz we're vaishnu today (vaishnu means vegetarian, i think in sindhi), and we arrived at their last order time, 10.30. So of course there were all the signals for us to leave asap. This thought occurred to me. Can restaurants kick patrons out who refuse to leave, even though the air-con is turned off, most the lights are off, the chairs and tables stacked up and the whole host of waiters milling about, very visiblyy? I mean all those are supposed to be signals telling the last customer to leave. But what if the customer just refuses to leave and is so thick-skinned and oblivious to the signals around him? What then? I mean, in the service world, and business world, the customer is ALWAYS right. But then again, its really really not fair to make the staff wait for you, I mean they have to go home too and they've worked hard all day. So really, what happens?
shini
Sunday, June 14, 2009
toys and the best times
Hi. I got 2 thoughts to ponder about here. Spent the whole day out today, so obviously the things I saw, triggered these thoughts.
Firstly, at one point in time, we went to Robinsons because my mum needed to buy a toy for her colleague's new-born kid, so, of course we went to the children's section(fyi, we were in raffles city, so the men's department and the children's department were on the same floor). Anyway, my mum was walking around, looking for something to buy with us two trailing behind her. And it occured to me as we were entertaining ourselves with the toys around us that really, even teenagers, though we are WAAAAYYYYY too old for kiddie toys, we still are fairly entertained by them. Some games and toys right, even though we really shouldn't play with them, we secretly want to, no matter how a good childhood, toy-wise, we had. I mean I look at the latest toys and really want to buy some. For instance, on my birthday list I already have the Monopoly World edition, with the credit cards, even though I'll still miss the Monopoly cash. Somehow declaring bankrupt, when you credit amount says 0, via the little machine, isn't as dramatic and effective as actually SEEING that you physically have no more notes, and very few properties.
So yeah, I mean another example is that as a girl grown up on Barbie, I still like slowing down to look at the latest items in the Land of Pink that is Barbieland. I recently went into Toys r Us,and oh my god, MY sense went into overload and I totally wanted to just buy everything! Can you imagine a kid like just 1/3 or even 1/2 my age and how bombarded his sense would be?!
So my point here is that, don't ignore the kid in you, no matter your age, and have a little fun with kids toys, even if for a few minutes while walking through the kids section of a large department store. I know I do!
Okay, my second thought, is about the best age to be. Most adults or just people in general would say their 20s. And I won't agree. One's 20s is probably the time where they look their best, I mean that's what I hope for myself ( which is why when I enter uni, I promised myself that I would mirror my mother 25 years ago and go and run regularly at the track, cuz she looked damn fabulous in her 20s, thought I think it was totally wasted in her situation). However, I don't agree that its the best age to be at. This is my breakdown, and of course as usual, its just my naive opinion and its totally debatable.
20s- looks the best, but young and stupid. earning the least, but still expected to go out and work. Also scariest because you're out in the big working world for the first time and people take you seriously. Eager to learn, but prone to making mistakes and being stepped on.
30s-still look good BUT not as good in your 30s, hence unhappiness about it. Though for some individuals, their 20s were crap, so their 30s are fab. You're still fairly young, but got problem of getting married and having children. Ambitious, must prove that you've achieved something, but not as stupid as in 20s.
40s-looks deteriorating for most people and you're too busy with married life and children to fix them. Children at the stage when they need more attention and time ( GOT SCHOOL!!! previously, they were cute so you didn't notice your exhaustion, but now not so cute, more annoying so your exhaustion is more apparent to yourself). As a result, barely got time to have proper r/s with husband. Plus, if you're not in a good position work-wise, you feel like crap. Quite irritated and bitter about things that happened in your life. And still at the back of your mind,worrying about your looks. when you have the time of course.
50s- given up on caring how you look, you feel good so screw what anyone else thinks. Financial stability somewhat achieved, but you can't wait to stop working. Achieved wanted position in work, wise and smart now. Children more grown-up, don't rely on you so much, so you have more time for yourself. Same for husband. You're more settled about yourself, not killing yourself about your looks or your job, you're in a good place. In my opinion, the BEST TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
60s- even better. Almost at retiring time, and you still feel good about yourself. Hopefully achieved financial stability. If you're Singaporean, cannot retire yet, but you're slowing down, work-wise. Taking more of your health than your looks per say, but you know how to dress by now, according to your age and nothing over. Children hopefully in the process of getting married, with the wonderful idea of grandchildren coming along, while you're still active. Steady and established r/s with husband. Again, in a VERY good place in your life. In my opinion, the THIRD BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE.
70s-very iffy. Some may still be flourishing, but others go downhill from here. Health-wise I mean. But then again, hopefully, you children and grandchildren would be caring for you by now.(if you had brought them up properly) Should be retiring by now I think, so maybe, new hobbies spring up. I do know that in surveys, you're way past the required age limit for many surveys, which tell you something. I am not going to comment on the 80s onward, because that depresses me.
Oh! forgot one thing. The teen years are the SECOND BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE, in my opinion. You can say whatever you want, do whatever you want, even eat whatever you want, and nobody takes you seriously, cuz, you're technically a kid. People, meaning adults, just roll their eyes, and sigh exasperatedly, and basically wait till you grow up. How is that not great? Oh but got down-side. You're going through all these DAMN changes, physically, emotionally and mentally(which reminds me, must read Hamlet quickly before I get too old). So THAT sucks. But otherwise, its all goooooood!
So yeah, this is my naive opinion, and anyone is free to argue with me about it. But that's really just how I feel. Me and mum were discussing that today(by the way, mum doesn't KNOW I have a blog and I'd like to keep it that way. She's VERY AGAINST BLOGS. And believe me, she has her reasons.) and I wanted write this out completely somewhere. Of course I thought of here. Share your opinions on the above post peeps!
love,
shini
Firstly, at one point in time, we went to Robinsons because my mum needed to buy a toy for her colleague's new-born kid, so, of course we went to the children's section(fyi, we were in raffles city, so the men's department and the children's department were on the same floor). Anyway, my mum was walking around, looking for something to buy with us two trailing behind her. And it occured to me as we were entertaining ourselves with the toys around us that really, even teenagers, though we are WAAAAYYYYY too old for kiddie toys, we still are fairly entertained by them. Some games and toys right, even though we really shouldn't play with them, we secretly want to, no matter how a good childhood, toy-wise, we had. I mean I look at the latest toys and really want to buy some. For instance, on my birthday list I already have the Monopoly World edition, with the credit cards, even though I'll still miss the Monopoly cash. Somehow declaring bankrupt, when you credit amount says 0, via the little machine, isn't as dramatic and effective as actually SEEING that you physically have no more notes, and very few properties.
So yeah, I mean another example is that as a girl grown up on Barbie, I still like slowing down to look at the latest items in the Land of Pink that is Barbieland. I recently went into Toys r Us,and oh my god, MY sense went into overload and I totally wanted to just buy everything! Can you imagine a kid like just 1/3 or even 1/2 my age and how bombarded his sense would be?!
So my point here is that, don't ignore the kid in you, no matter your age, and have a little fun with kids toys, even if for a few minutes while walking through the kids section of a large department store. I know I do!
Okay, my second thought, is about the best age to be. Most adults or just people in general would say their 20s. And I won't agree. One's 20s is probably the time where they look their best, I mean that's what I hope for myself ( which is why when I enter uni, I promised myself that I would mirror my mother 25 years ago and go and run regularly at the track, cuz she looked damn fabulous in her 20s, thought I think it was totally wasted in her situation). However, I don't agree that its the best age to be at. This is my breakdown, and of course as usual, its just my naive opinion and its totally debatable.
20s- looks the best, but young and stupid. earning the least, but still expected to go out and work. Also scariest because you're out in the big working world for the first time and people take you seriously. Eager to learn, but prone to making mistakes and being stepped on.
30s-still look good BUT not as good in your 30s, hence unhappiness about it. Though for some individuals, their 20s were crap, so their 30s are fab. You're still fairly young, but got problem of getting married and having children. Ambitious, must prove that you've achieved something, but not as stupid as in 20s.
40s-looks deteriorating for most people and you're too busy with married life and children to fix them. Children at the stage when they need more attention and time ( GOT SCHOOL!!! previously, they were cute so you didn't notice your exhaustion, but now not so cute, more annoying so your exhaustion is more apparent to yourself). As a result, barely got time to have proper r/s with husband. Plus, if you're not in a good position work-wise, you feel like crap. Quite irritated and bitter about things that happened in your life. And still at the back of your mind,worrying about your looks. when you have the time of course.
50s- given up on caring how you look, you feel good so screw what anyone else thinks. Financial stability somewhat achieved, but you can't wait to stop working. Achieved wanted position in work, wise and smart now. Children more grown-up, don't rely on you so much, so you have more time for yourself. Same for husband. You're more settled about yourself, not killing yourself about your looks or your job, you're in a good place. In my opinion, the BEST TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
60s- even better. Almost at retiring time, and you still feel good about yourself. Hopefully achieved financial stability. If you're Singaporean, cannot retire yet, but you're slowing down, work-wise. Taking more of your health than your looks per say, but you know how to dress by now, according to your age and nothing over. Children hopefully in the process of getting married, with the wonderful idea of grandchildren coming along, while you're still active. Steady and established r/s with husband. Again, in a VERY good place in your life. In my opinion, the THIRD BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE.
70s-very iffy. Some may still be flourishing, but others go downhill from here. Health-wise I mean. But then again, hopefully, you children and grandchildren would be caring for you by now.(if you had brought them up properly) Should be retiring by now I think, so maybe, new hobbies spring up. I do know that in surveys, you're way past the required age limit for many surveys, which tell you something. I am not going to comment on the 80s onward, because that depresses me.
Oh! forgot one thing. The teen years are the SECOND BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE, in my opinion. You can say whatever you want, do whatever you want, even eat whatever you want, and nobody takes you seriously, cuz, you're technically a kid. People, meaning adults, just roll their eyes, and sigh exasperatedly, and basically wait till you grow up. How is that not great? Oh but got down-side. You're going through all these DAMN changes, physically, emotionally and mentally(which reminds me, must read Hamlet quickly before I get too old). So THAT sucks. But otherwise, its all goooooood!
So yeah, this is my naive opinion, and anyone is free to argue with me about it. But that's really just how I feel. Me and mum were discussing that today(by the way, mum doesn't KNOW I have a blog and I'd like to keep it that way. She's VERY AGAINST BLOGS. And believe me, she has her reasons.) and I wanted write this out completely somewhere. Of course I thought of here. Share your opinions on the above post peeps!
love,
shini
Friday, June 12, 2009
hello children
I have 2 thoughts to ponder on. 2 very different thoughts.
Firstly, I was wondering about the children who grew up in wars. Any war really. Though the war I'm thinking of right now is the WWII. Its the only war that I can think of right now that relates directly to Singapore in some way. And I was thinking, that those poor children, who had to grow up during the wartime, had to grow up very very quickly. Their childish innocence was taken away from them too early. The would have had to become adults, and be practical and logical and careful too early in their lives, and this must have somehow affected them in their later years in their life, when the war ended. I think I read somewhere that those children grew up to become too solemn and serious and quiet. That sense of being carefree, and the hope and faith one has, in almost everything, is so precious. Children think differently,and their imagination, I think helped to create wonderful stories. Well, not their imagination exactly, but adults, with that kind of imagination, and the skills the adult has, to create wonderful stories, both on paper and in film. Its just sad, I guess, that children struck with tragedy have to become responsible, and mature and not have a childhood. And its kind of annoying that some adults, for whatever reason, can play around and have like an extended childhood and are irresponsible and ridiculous. Sigh. random thoughts I know.
Another random thought I had was about feet. I think if I could, I'd walk around barefoot all the time, everywhere. I mean think about it, I wouldn't have blisters from stupid shoes and and I wouldn't have to worry about my shoes getting ruined. Of course, I'd also end up burning my feet and scratching my feet and over soaking my feet, so its not a very good idea. But my point is that I am more comfortable walking about without shoes, though I'm the kind of person that will not mind spending a fairly large amount of money on shoes that fit perfectly, are comfortable, don't cause blisters, add height and LOOK FABULOUS! Then again, who wouldn't if those shoes existed right?
The instant my shoes touch the sand, the shoes come off. the very instant I swear! I LOVE the beach sand, especially when the sand is soft, fine, white(though any colour would be fine too), and warm. Sigh. I'm just itching to go to the beach now. Anyway, I've run out of steam. Getting distracted. These are my two random thoughts. gotta go then!
shini
Firstly, I was wondering about the children who grew up in wars. Any war really. Though the war I'm thinking of right now is the WWII. Its the only war that I can think of right now that relates directly to Singapore in some way. And I was thinking, that those poor children, who had to grow up during the wartime, had to grow up very very quickly. Their childish innocence was taken away from them too early. The would have had to become adults, and be practical and logical and careful too early in their lives, and this must have somehow affected them in their later years in their life, when the war ended. I think I read somewhere that those children grew up to become too solemn and serious and quiet. That sense of being carefree, and the hope and faith one has, in almost everything, is so precious. Children think differently,and their imagination, I think helped to create wonderful stories. Well, not their imagination exactly, but adults, with that kind of imagination, and the skills the adult has, to create wonderful stories, both on paper and in film. Its just sad, I guess, that children struck with tragedy have to become responsible, and mature and not have a childhood. And its kind of annoying that some adults, for whatever reason, can play around and have like an extended childhood and are irresponsible and ridiculous. Sigh. random thoughts I know.
Another random thought I had was about feet. I think if I could, I'd walk around barefoot all the time, everywhere. I mean think about it, I wouldn't have blisters from stupid shoes and and I wouldn't have to worry about my shoes getting ruined. Of course, I'd also end up burning my feet and scratching my feet and over soaking my feet, so its not a very good idea. But my point is that I am more comfortable walking about without shoes, though I'm the kind of person that will not mind spending a fairly large amount of money on shoes that fit perfectly, are comfortable, don't cause blisters, add height and LOOK FABULOUS! Then again, who wouldn't if those shoes existed right?
The instant my shoes touch the sand, the shoes come off. the very instant I swear! I LOVE the beach sand, especially when the sand is soft, fine, white(though any colour would be fine too), and warm. Sigh. I'm just itching to go to the beach now. Anyway, I've run out of steam. Getting distracted. These are my two random thoughts. gotta go then!
shini
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
If someone says NO I DON'T WANT TO GO, LEAVE ME ALONE repeatedly then shouldn't you do it!!!?? No, she refuses to leave me alone, and continues to bug me and HURRY me!!!If there's one thing I can't stand, its when someone hurries me! For no damn good reason!!!! If that's not bad enough, ruining my mood, she also goes and lays guilt on me, saying I wasted HER daylight hours! She CANNOT put that on me! I don't NEED that guilt nor do I deserve it! I told her SO MANY TIMES, screaming it even, but she just thought I was joking. She didn't take me seriously and its MY fault? Why can't you leave things alone! I'm so sick of all these people! They're ALWAYS here! And I can't go out because I have no money, and noone to go out with! I'm going quite quite crazy!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Black face
I am in a really REALLY REALLY REALLY bad mood now.
strangely enough, the day started out fine. met bal for a movie for her birthday treat, even though i only paid for her ticket. we walked from cine to wisma, walked to various shops IN wisma, then walked to centrepoint cuz she was meeting her mum there. I think the bad mood started with my shoes giving me blisters, and was made worse by the fact that I unfortunately found things I wanted to buy, but could not. I still HAVE some money in my a/c, but I'm not supposed to use it. Some times I don't even know why I go window shopping. I should stop doing it then.
Anyway, after spending all my money for the day, I went to starbucks to wait for my mother and sister to call me to meet them. You know, I love my mother, I really do, but I thin I can only take her in small doses. And though I had been staying at my aunt's place for the past 3 days, and only saw my mother yesterday and today, I think I need another break from her.
I know, I'm a horrible daughter.
Its just that when I'm in a bad mood, everything around me just irritates me. The fact that my mother says she refuses to buy clothes for herself till she's sorted out all her clothing over the years(cuz she's lost so much weight, her old things don't fit her, while her old old things do), but she goes out and buys 2 "singapore shawls" that cost like 2oo plus in total. She refuses to buy actual clothes for herself, but I have to beg and bug her and find the cheapest possible version of what I want when I ask her to buy something. Which is why I was in a bad mood because I saw things today that I want and would like her to buy for me, but I know she won't. Urgh. I'm being a spoiled brat. I hate being a spoiled brat. The stuff I want to buy, add up to like over a 100 dollars. Which sucks, because that's not the end.
AND, I have to go and get $55 for the arts camp my friends and I decided to go for. Of course now I don't feel like going for it, and rather just take the money and shop. Sigh. The trials and tribulations of a bored and spoiled brat.
Oh, one more thing. I have now been introduced to this korean drama by my cousin, boys over/before flowers. I can't believe that I acutally like it and want to watch it. I shall take it as my substitution right now, because the american shows are only coming out in september and the soccer season hasn't started, and that there aren't any new hindi movies to watch. Sigh.
I'm also depressed about my weight and figure but I'm of course too lazy to actually go and run at the canal. Trying to eat less but then my bust will shrink and I don't want that. I need to go and slap myself and just CHEER UP!!
okay, I'm going to stop before I just get mad at myself.
bye now.
shini
strangely enough, the day started out fine. met bal for a movie for her birthday treat, even though i only paid for her ticket. we walked from cine to wisma, walked to various shops IN wisma, then walked to centrepoint cuz she was meeting her mum there. I think the bad mood started with my shoes giving me blisters, and was made worse by the fact that I unfortunately found things I wanted to buy, but could not. I still HAVE some money in my a/c, but I'm not supposed to use it. Some times I don't even know why I go window shopping. I should stop doing it then.
Anyway, after spending all my money for the day, I went to starbucks to wait for my mother and sister to call me to meet them. You know, I love my mother, I really do, but I thin I can only take her in small doses. And though I had been staying at my aunt's place for the past 3 days, and only saw my mother yesterday and today, I think I need another break from her.
I know, I'm a horrible daughter.
Its just that when I'm in a bad mood, everything around me just irritates me. The fact that my mother says she refuses to buy clothes for herself till she's sorted out all her clothing over the years(cuz she's lost so much weight, her old things don't fit her, while her old old things do), but she goes out and buys 2 "singapore shawls" that cost like 2oo plus in total. She refuses to buy actual clothes for herself, but I have to beg and bug her and find the cheapest possible version of what I want when I ask her to buy something. Which is why I was in a bad mood because I saw things today that I want and would like her to buy for me, but I know she won't. Urgh. I'm being a spoiled brat. I hate being a spoiled brat. The stuff I want to buy, add up to like over a 100 dollars. Which sucks, because that's not the end.
AND, I have to go and get $55 for the arts camp my friends and I decided to go for. Of course now I don't feel like going for it, and rather just take the money and shop. Sigh. The trials and tribulations of a bored and spoiled brat.
Oh, one more thing. I have now been introduced to this korean drama by my cousin, boys over/before flowers. I can't believe that I acutally like it and want to watch it. I shall take it as my substitution right now, because the american shows are only coming out in september and the soccer season hasn't started, and that there aren't any new hindi movies to watch. Sigh.
I'm also depressed about my weight and figure but I'm of course too lazy to actually go and run at the canal. Trying to eat less but then my bust will shrink and I don't want that. I need to go and slap myself and just CHEER UP!!
okay, I'm going to stop before I just get mad at myself.
bye now.
shini
I swear I love technology sometimes! I mean I always complain when it doesn't work with me or FOR me, but really, I do love it.
Today, was the twins' birthday, their 2nd, and, while I don't have any pictures of my own, because I forgot to bring my camera, I can probably steal my cousin's. Anyway, the party was winding down and it was mostly family left, well except Veenie, but she counts anyway. So my cousin from living in the US called and we tried to do a video conference thing, because it WAS her nieces' birthday and EVERYONE wanted to see our little tara baby. Now, the baby is 6 months old and its like 7 or 8 in the morning over there.
Although she couldn't really see US, we could see her and everything she was showing us. And let me tell you, it was so wonderful to see her and her baby and her house and everything. Because like, at random parts of the day, I'll suddenly wonder what she's doing and how she's doing. We do have family in the states, but not in new jersey, which is where she lives. And we're a fairly close-knit family, so like, it just sucks for her that she has no family over there, especially now that she's a new mother. Because her sister had us. so anyway, that's why I really love technology. Because really, without it, we'd only be able to communicate face-to-face or through letters or something.
I think I may have had something else to write about, but I totally forgot about it. So till next time!
shini
Today, was the twins' birthday, their 2nd, and, while I don't have any pictures of my own, because I forgot to bring my camera, I can probably steal my cousin's. Anyway, the party was winding down and it was mostly family left, well except Veenie, but she counts anyway. So my cousin from living in the US called and we tried to do a video conference thing, because it WAS her nieces' birthday and EVERYONE wanted to see our little tara baby. Now, the baby is 6 months old and its like 7 or 8 in the morning over there.
Although she couldn't really see US, we could see her and everything she was showing us. And let me tell you, it was so wonderful to see her and her baby and her house and everything. Because like, at random parts of the day, I'll suddenly wonder what she's doing and how she's doing. We do have family in the states, but not in new jersey, which is where she lives. And we're a fairly close-knit family, so like, it just sucks for her that she has no family over there, especially now that she's a new mother. Because her sister had us. so anyway, that's why I really love technology. Because really, without it, we'd only be able to communicate face-to-face or through letters or something.
I think I may have had something else to write about, but I totally forgot about it. So till next time!
shini
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Changes
Got a few things to talk about here.
Firstly, I'm going to make a few changes within myself, and in relation to how I behave towards certain people. I am going to be MORE forward and tell them how I feel and tell them what I want to do and not just boil and stew inside angrily. I always thought that communication is key and I never realised till now that I wasn't practicing what I was preaching. Well, all that's going to change! Only problem is that it takes some courage, and I just gotta summon that courage from somewhere. Good luck to me I guess!
Secondly, I am going to just accept people the way the are. People have good things about them and bad things about them and instead of bitching about it, I should just accept the bad things and remind myself of the good things. Of course I can try as much as possible to help them change the bad things, but in the event that I wimp out or they refuse to see my position on the matter, I will just let it be and forget it. No point harbouring all these negative feelings towards a person because its not good for the relationship or for me.
Thirdly, I realised also that education, while it is extremely EXTREMELY important for everyone, and believe me, I support that 100%, if you don't have the brilliant education or if, for example, you did not make it to university, its not the end of the world. I mean think about it, there are so many successful businessmen in the world who did not go to university. People in Singapore put so much of importance on going to the U, and my parents are one of them. But, not everyone CAN go to the U because there simply aren't enough places. That doesn't mean that those with degrees should think highly of themselves, or look down on those who didn't go to the university. I should amend what I wrote earlier. Not everyone can go to the LOCAL universities, because there aren't enough places. People, can still, down the road of their lives, enroll in a uni and get a degree. However, getting a degree is not the be all and end all. Our generation don't look down on those who don't go into the university, but people in the past did. Some people, now in their 30s 40s and 50s, who went to the U, do think that they are a cut above the rest and that's not necessarily true.
Lastly,(because I simply cannot remember all my realisations I had earlier today), is that family is everything. You may not like everyone in your extended family, lord knows I don't all the time, but you still can't cut them off. Distance yourself, converse less, but you can't and shouldn't burn whole bridges, at least not with people you're related to. Think about it, there are people out there with no relations in the world, who would kill to be in your position.
I supposed, the moral of the day is that tolerance is key. And for me, I just gotta speak up more and not be so quiet. I mean if I can't speak my mind with the people I'm supposed to be close to, who can I speak my mind to right?
Well, done a fair bit of reflection for today, and now I feel calm and at peace.
Good night children....
shini
Firstly, I'm going to make a few changes within myself, and in relation to how I behave towards certain people. I am going to be MORE forward and tell them how I feel and tell them what I want to do and not just boil and stew inside angrily. I always thought that communication is key and I never realised till now that I wasn't practicing what I was preaching. Well, all that's going to change! Only problem is that it takes some courage, and I just gotta summon that courage from somewhere. Good luck to me I guess!
Secondly, I am going to just accept people the way the are. People have good things about them and bad things about them and instead of bitching about it, I should just accept the bad things and remind myself of the good things. Of course I can try as much as possible to help them change the bad things, but in the event that I wimp out or they refuse to see my position on the matter, I will just let it be and forget it. No point harbouring all these negative feelings towards a person because its not good for the relationship or for me.
Thirdly, I realised also that education, while it is extremely EXTREMELY important for everyone, and believe me, I support that 100%, if you don't have the brilliant education or if, for example, you did not make it to university, its not the end of the world. I mean think about it, there are so many successful businessmen in the world who did not go to university. People in Singapore put so much of importance on going to the U, and my parents are one of them. But, not everyone CAN go to the U because there simply aren't enough places. That doesn't mean that those with degrees should think highly of themselves, or look down on those who didn't go to the university. I should amend what I wrote earlier. Not everyone can go to the LOCAL universities, because there aren't enough places. People, can still, down the road of their lives, enroll in a uni and get a degree. However, getting a degree is not the be all and end all. Our generation don't look down on those who don't go into the university, but people in the past did. Some people, now in their 30s 40s and 50s, who went to the U, do think that they are a cut above the rest and that's not necessarily true.
Lastly,(because I simply cannot remember all my realisations I had earlier today), is that family is everything. You may not like everyone in your extended family, lord knows I don't all the time, but you still can't cut them off. Distance yourself, converse less, but you can't and shouldn't burn whole bridges, at least not with people you're related to. Think about it, there are people out there with no relations in the world, who would kill to be in your position.
I supposed, the moral of the day is that tolerance is key. And for me, I just gotta speak up more and not be so quiet. I mean if I can't speak my mind with the people I'm supposed to be close to, who can I speak my mind to right?
Well, done a fair bit of reflection for today, and now I feel calm and at peace.
Good night children....
shini
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
FREAKING AMAZING!!!!!!!!
LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano Cello - by Jon Schmidt
and omg, check this out.
http://www.youtube.com/corycotton
can't put the video here but TRUST ME ITS WORTH CHECKING OUT.
Using my cousin's words, its some of THE sickest baskets EVER!!!!
ciao for now children!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Syney White
Been going through a chick flick phase. It started with Lovewrecked, because I hadn't watched it and I DO like Amanda Bynes. And on youtube, in the related videos sections, you see all these other movies in their various parts, so I just click click and watch! Anyway, came across the movie Sydney White which technically I have already watched. But I just felt like watching it again.
The movie's references to the fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs are ridiculously obvious. The main character's name is Sydney White! Her mother died when she was young and was raised by her dad and his fellow construction workers.So somewhat of a tomboy. Oh! Did I mention that they also incorporated the usual chick flick themes? Girl doesn't fit in anywhere, well at least not in a sorority house her mum was in, in college and so gets kicked out. Meets group of dorks, helps them better themselves, and along the way meets her boy of dreams, or should I say her Prince Charming called Tyler Prince! Of course there's the requisite bitch who's Miss Popular and Perfect who secretly check's the campus's Hot or Not list to make sure she's No.1(ie the fairest one of them all), the head of said sorority house called Rachel Witchburn! Ha! I just remembered the scene in the movie where all the pledges line up and Rachel with the huge Magnifying glass scruntinises all their faces and tells them what's wrong and she has something to say for everyone, except of course, our girl Sydney who has nothing wrong. So obvious I swear.
Oh! And the dorks or should I say dwarfs. There are of course 7.
1. Spanky-really really wants to have sex but is not really dreamy if you know what I mean
2.Shy/Bashful-talks through his hand puppet
3.Hypochondriac-very sweet with like a million allergies and a whole load of medical supplies
4.Sleepy-a Nigerian who after 3 years STILL hasn't gotten used to the reversed time in the US
5.Grumpy-Very angsty person who writes a blog. Very good with the IT too
6.Dopey-adorable Junior Tiger Guide who's having trouble with knots, thus preventing him from moving up to Tiger Guide, but always wins at poker, without knowing it.
7.Smarty-Older graduated student, trying to perfect a theory and is EXTREMELY smart. Big surprise from him in the end
So I think I would call this movie and mix of a loved fairytale and the typical chick flick. All the same, I do like it very much!
shini
The movie's references to the fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs are ridiculously obvious. The main character's name is Sydney White! Her mother died when she was young and was raised by her dad and his fellow construction workers.So somewhat of a tomboy. Oh! Did I mention that they also incorporated the usual chick flick themes? Girl doesn't fit in anywhere, well at least not in a sorority house her mum was in, in college and so gets kicked out. Meets group of dorks, helps them better themselves, and along the way meets her boy of dreams, or should I say her Prince Charming called Tyler Prince! Of course there's the requisite bitch who's Miss Popular and Perfect who secretly check's the campus's Hot or Not list to make sure she's No.1(ie the fairest one of them all), the head of said sorority house called Rachel Witchburn! Ha! I just remembered the scene in the movie where all the pledges line up and Rachel with the huge Magnifying glass scruntinises all their faces and tells them what's wrong and she has something to say for everyone, except of course, our girl Sydney who has nothing wrong. So obvious I swear.
Oh! And the dorks or should I say dwarfs. There are of course 7.
1. Spanky-really really wants to have sex but is not really dreamy if you know what I mean
2.Shy/Bashful-talks through his hand puppet
3.Hypochondriac-very sweet with like a million allergies and a whole load of medical supplies
4.Sleepy-a Nigerian who after 3 years STILL hasn't gotten used to the reversed time in the US
5.Grumpy-Very angsty person who writes a blog. Very good with the IT too
6.Dopey-adorable Junior Tiger Guide who's having trouble with knots, thus preventing him from moving up to Tiger Guide, but always wins at poker, without knowing it.
7.Smarty-Older graduated student, trying to perfect a theory and is EXTREMELY smart. Big surprise from him in the end
So I think I would call this movie and mix of a loved fairytale and the typical chick flick. All the same, I do like it very much!
shini
FINAL WARNING
Anymore cracks or "well-deserved" advice about me drinking from anyone and I'll give it to them.
I KNOW what I should do and not do. I'm not stupid. I read fairly extensively and I'm a worrier. Hence, I worry about BEING drunk, so then, obviously I make sure I don't go too far. And so far, as much as I can tell, I've only been drinking with people I can trust. AKA my MOTHER and my FAMILY.
I am not an alkie, nor will I become one. I am simply an 18-year-old EXPERIMENTING and testing the grounds and FINALLY having fun, LEGALLY. If the law doesn't bother with me then why should you! Scratch that. If my MOTHER, MY MOTHER, doesn't worry and lets me drink, why should you!!!
So I'm warning everyone. For the last time. I know what I'm doing and I am not stupid enough to push my limits. I don't need minders telling me that I'm too young or it doesn't look nice. Just because YOU didn't do it when YOU were my age, doesn't mean what I'M doing is wrong. So just don't.
I KNOW what I should do and not do. I'm not stupid. I read fairly extensively and I'm a worrier. Hence, I worry about BEING drunk, so then, obviously I make sure I don't go too far. And so far, as much as I can tell, I've only been drinking with people I can trust. AKA my MOTHER and my FAMILY.
I am not an alkie, nor will I become one. I am simply an 18-year-old EXPERIMENTING and testing the grounds and FINALLY having fun, LEGALLY. If the law doesn't bother with me then why should you! Scratch that. If my MOTHER, MY MOTHER, doesn't worry and lets me drink, why should you!!!
So I'm warning everyone. For the last time. I know what I'm doing and I am not stupid enough to push my limits. I don't need minders telling me that I'm too young or it doesn't look nice. Just because YOU didn't do it when YOU were my age, doesn't mean what I'M doing is wrong. So just don't.
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