Thursday, April 30, 2009
- The best birthday party ever. -
Everyone was to wear red that night, Dad and uncle's wore marone - maroon?
My awesome cuz-in-law Angeline.
Mother of two, young at 21! Have a child early and still look good. I should have thought of that earlier...
Oh look, the cam-whoring has begun...
Mei 姐, always lookin' out for us.. and getting mum to let us go K with her!
A toast to Grandma, happy 90th!
Family photo with grandma.. :))
Cheesey...
Miss. Sharry, my awesome cuz.
Pink represent the 4th-Gen, Grandma's great-grandchildren. 
Grandma with her 9-tier cake.. Mum, dad and unc's and aunt's all sang 世上只有妈妈好, it was all so lovely...
We all sang a song for Grandma too!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
- The Art of ... Fan-girling -
I have just experienced a new medium that I had always known existed. I always thought I was a major fan when I obsessed entirely over certain artists that made me squeal when I heard their song or saw their MV's. But I was never that much of a fan-girl. Or so I have discovered until last night.
Michelle's friend Tanya was having a DBSK night which Michelle asked me to join. Usually I just say no, but last night I said yes. Why, I don't know but I thought it would be interesting to go along. Most of the time when there's a group of us - and Michelle, she will try to break into a DBSK conversation where we could ignore or tell her to shutup. However she does have Noelle so they can DBSK talk without us now. But this time, I was surrounded by a few girls and boy who were completely involved in this and I became the hunted. I was the "outsider". I was TERRIFIED and utterly intimidated. The amount of DBSK cd's and talk-shows and concerts and MV's they had were crazy! They had spent many hundreds, thousands maybe, or dollars on this stuff. I was petrified how much they knew their stuff and a bit disappointed that I used to call myself a fan girl.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like DBSK. I liked them during their first album so I knew them wayy before Michelle (HAHA), but I grew out of them. They still are really great. Not just pretty faces, but pretty faces with angelic voices.
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Photo's on my phone from C-Restaurant. The food is really nice. The gnocchi was sensational, not like any other gnocchi, this one was soft and delightful and a pleasure to eat. I had Barramundi for mains and it was soooo good. I love Barra even though it was be too overpriced to eat. But I just died eating it, it came with tomatoes which were still cold so I had a hot/cold dish.
Barramundi.
Ed ordered Chicken, which he actually liked.. I thought it tasted funny. But as long as he enjoyed it.
I want to go to C-Restaurant for High Tea. It looks good there and it's not really that expensive.
Monday, April 20, 2009
- Stood up -
Mind you, my friends wouldn't do that. They aren't so cold-hearted and wouldn't think it was funny. Cos it's just not.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
- Paranoia of a 青天 -
Haha. When 青天 is my ringtone and on an increasing ring, I am always hearing 青天 in my head. And it's pissing me off! But funny enough I haven't changed it. But every time the room is silent I hear my ringtone, when the room is busy and noisy, I hear the faint tune of " 故事的小黄花....". I'm starting to go Jay crazy.
Speaking of which, that crazy dream I had of Jay Chou giving myself, Noelle and Caroline a necklace in which we gave him our PHONES in return. We obviously had some deluded idea that this was a good trade since it was a necklace FROM JAY, but then we find him asking us to pay for the necklaces in which he would give us 20% discount on!! Jay Chou is a sly entrepreneur!!
All this Jay is giving me a headache, and please, everyone don't talk to me about that concert. I soo want to be over it by now OK?
My room is semi complete. I've got the shelf above my desk fixed onto the wall (thanks dad) and I now really need to find a RED desk chair. Let me know if you see any for less than $100. I am not paying $200+ as Ikea suggested... sheesh.
So will I be seeing anyone at the Buddhist Festival tonight? It's a struggle with the clouds and the rain, but wear your gumboots and water proof jacket and a spotty umbrella, and we'll forget that it will be a gloomy evening.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
- The Art of Pain and Suffering -
As I've always pronounced it 'ma-soh-shist', I'm watching an episode of Sex and the City that explores the idea of S&M, Sado-masochism. So I realise that masochist is actually pronounced 'ma-soh-kist', FYI. Naturally, they explore the sexual side of things.. but then, there is that other.
That other thing about inducing pleasure with pain. Or just putting oneself into the position of being in pain. It was hard to understand then, but it's all in a different light now. How much pain does it take to call it quits? Why should I put myself through pain over and over again? Is the pain self-induced? Most of the time, I just tell myself it's me over-reacting and over-thinking. Because that's what I do best.
But what about other people? I'm sure many are thinking the same question. Pain is portrayed through... tears? Through... anger? Does it matter how it is expressed or not expressed? It's likely you think you're an ass for getting yourself into this type of situation, and getting out of it and then getting back into it KNOWING that pain is waiting for you around the corner.
It was first year Uni where I discovered that experiencing pain was quinessential to achieving nirvana in Buddhism. Obviously I put that in a nutshell, because I just also made my religion seem masochistic. In a somewhat weird but logical way, I started to believe. Living through pain and suffering made you stronger and thus a better human being. Understanding that hunger was something we could fulfil in which third-world people could not. Those people who suffered and appreciated food that we would never consider edible. The pain of losing a loved one, the pain of hard labour, the pain of giving birth. I believed in this pain and suffering and I believed the more I suffered, the more I would be a better person.
But soon it became the suffering of assignments, the pain of heartache and the suffering of unappreciative friends. Everything that was a bitch in life became my pain. IN THE ASS. And all this made me a better person?
What it made was a girl who misunderstood pain and suffering. I was someone who had the normal working life, uni life, social life. I wasn't really suffering any real cause, I just made my life into a non-existant suffering.
The biggest pain of all is PMS. All that crying and anger and stress and emotion. Us girls go through unbelievable pain that no guy can understand. After tears and tears of PMS, it seems like we create and exaggerate the pain onto ourselves. So what I'm trying to say is... pain is induced. It is brought through by carelessness and over-dramatic emotions. These emotions make you think you are suffering but in actual fact, you are only suffering narcissism. It's all about you and your feelings. You and your actions. You and your expectations. You and your so-called fucking pain. It's not fucking pain. It's just you being a pain in the ass.
And there, I have sumarised my perpestive about a woman's side of being in a relationship. Women think and cause too many problems. I blame PMS. And I'm rather annoyed at the 'Carrie and Big' thing. She represents almost every woman on the face of this Earth. I think I'm suffering shame. And just one step closer to Nirvana...
Saturday, April 04, 2009
- There is a reason why lack is in SLACKER. -
Hi there. Fancy not blogging for almost a month. I blame it all on this renovating of my room thing. And also the fact that Dell PC moved into my room recently. Everything can now be accessible from my room and as Mum said irritably, "You are as of now, renting a room in my house," which was followed by, "You know it's going to cost you $400 a fortnight. I'll give you a discount. $200." Sif Mum. SIF.
As Lazy Lisa likes to operate, nothing gets done, for like, EVER? The other two wardrobes are still pending from IKEA, I'll have to get them next weekends Since then, my stuff has occupied three rooms, one of which is my brothers. He cool about all my junk taking up so much of his floor room. Room floor?
But yeah the comp itself is also a lil' mess of its own. I've just dumped a couple GB worth of documents, music, photos and movie/dramas into it, not only must I re-organise it, now I have to learn how to use Vista! Oh the torture!
Meh.
So when I do get my shit together, I will start to upload all my pics, and continue with the poopie blog.
Today I went out and went on a 30 minute shopping spree. It was induced by the abstence from shopping after coming back from HK. I bought this really nice dress. I'm still thinking about when/where I should where it. It's my new favourite in my wardrobe. Funny, there's not that much I like from my holiday collection. Anyways, I also bought the entire season of Sex and the City. After watching the movie, I sure it will be a enticingly addictive. But six seasons worth? I can't even get through 15 episode of Smiling Pasta. That and Cindy Wang is a pain to watch.
I, ran over a pigeon. Smooshed it into the ground. Road Kill. I'm traumatised mainly because I believe the pigeon was committing suicide. I was going 10km/hr and it flew slowly into the front right-hand wheel. And all I could do was - *guh-doonk* "OH SHIT" *speed away from crime scene.
I hope pigeon is in a better place. I'm so sorry your guts are lying all over the floor near the zebra crossing for everyone to see. R.I.P.