coz i had to cancel a lot of tuition last month...............
u know why????
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA............
i shant elaborate.
sigh.
imagine wat it'll be like if one day a wad of money just plopped down in front of u, from the sky. its sorta like the movie "Millions" if u recall.
or imagine if u were just walking walking home.. happily walking when u suddenly step on a ten thousand dollar note. manelah tau kan, orang nak kasi duit hantaran sekali tercicir ke.. or maybe ppl just sell their house skali get downpayment in cash ke... or some ah pek just collected toto money then it just dropped out of his pocket..
wat would u do?
i mean, u cant like go to a police station and report that u found a 10 000 dollar note wat. like wat can they do seh? trace it to the rightful owner?
if it were me, i'd just take it and consider it my luck lor. i wont even feel guilty. like. for wat sia? its not as if i saw someone drop it and i din bother to chase after tt fella right? lets just assume, hypothetically, tt there's nobody there.. i just accidentally stepped on wat i thought is a big rectangular brown paper. incidentally, i felt like looking down and scratching my ankle. then, to my utmost surprise, i saw tt it was a 10 000 note *SUPER SURPRISED FACE!*
the first thing i'd do, is of course, i'd pick it up and shove it in my pocket. then, right after picking up the note, i'd whip out my brush and i'll comb my hair. i must also remember to check my reflection in the mirror.. who knows rite, skali its some candid camera or gotcha prank. or someone set me up to get "PuNk'd" or sthg. so to get ready for such unforeseen circumstances, must maintain jembu ma.
then i'd walk away, fast. if right, after 5 minutes no one suddenly jump out from the bushes and shove a camera in my face or something.. then i know its for real! that's when i'll start being so happy that i wud need to pee!! and like the need to pee wud be so great tt i'll be jumping up and down excitedly! i wud go to one corner, or just get on the nearest elevator available and inspect the money to see if its real. of course, i must ensure tt no one is around.
once i know tt the money is legitimate and no form of deception or trickery is involved, the first thing i'll do is head home straightaway. of course the money would be shoved in the front pocket of my jeans and my hand will stay there AT ALL TIMES until i reach home. once i reach home, i'd transfer the note into my blue purse, which is in super bad condition already. then, i will change into the ugliest t shirt and jeans i can find in my wardrobe, mess up my face and hair and head towards orchard road, on bus 502 (from gek poh bus stop), clutching my purse tightly.
once i reach orchard road, the first stop would be Hermes at Wheelock Place.. Yes.. the place where they black out the windows and draw the blinds so tt "ordinary" ppl cannot look in. bloody show offs. i would saunter in, with my ugly clothes and uncombed hair and walk around, purposely touching everything on display. and i mean EVERYTHING.
then one of the store assistants (more explicitly, the one who visibly sneered when i walked in), would say something like "Miss....... *dramatic pause* Puh-leeze get ur (greasy) hands off the display items..." *haughty expression*
then i'd be like.. *cocks left eyebrow*
*draws in a deep breath* "why? *crosses arm* coz u think i cant afford them? *sneer/rolls eyes* get me those shoes in size 9 and that orange scarve on the top shelf.. and...... *points* that purple hand bag. make it snappy........ Miss. " *SUPER HAUGHTY DIRTY LOOK*
then she'll think im merely challenging her and she'll take down all these things for me.. thinking i cant afford them. i'll try on the shoes.. hmm.. they're pretty ok.. but i've seen better.. i take a look at the bag and see that its soooo last season and matronly. nope.. not for me.. oh well.. i'll just take the scarve then. wait. make that 2 scarves.. one in orange and the other, in a nude sand colour. heck. might as well get 2 more for my mum.
"i'll have these.." i say, not even asking how much each of them cost.
she, still in her challenging mode, brings it over to her cashier colleague, sharing a not-so-surreptitious smirk .
"that'll be $1879.35" , says the cashier girl, almost like giving an invisible hi-5 to her friend. "Take that, bitch.", they seem to be saying. then, with my now patented "selamba face", i'll take out 'THE' note from my worn out purse and give it to her.
Shock fills her system! Her eyes bulge out like pam anderson's u-know-wats. all she could think was GASP!! THE HOrror! The HOrrOr!!
her friend, of course, promptly faints and has to be resuscitated.
i, on the other hand, triumphantly collect my change ($8120.65 in total), stuff it in my soon-going-to-be ex-purse and cooly saunter out of the store.
a few minutes later, i hear a distant call... "Miss!" a handsome, young man calls out, chasing after me.
i tun around. slowly. deliberately. mockingly.
"U forgot to the scarves.." he says, handing me the Hermes bags.
Damn. Silly me.
As i extend my arms to reach for the bag.. i catch his gaze. His eyes were warm and hopeful. They seem to say "Be my sugar mama..."
i could only refuse him gently.
cos all i wanted to do was go for more SHOPPING!!!!!!!!
Alhamdulillah, we get to witness the start of the fasting month this year. i reali reali loooove this month man.. there's nothing like it.
i know that some friends from other faith just view it as a torture.. no food, no water, no sex.. haha. but reali, its very difficult to explain the sense of earthiness u get when u have nothing but ur mind to spur u on for an entire month. to me, empowerment, u control all ur hormones, ur drives, ur wants. U are helm of ur own being. its beautiful.
A little bit of info for all my non-muslim friends (coz i know sometimes its confusing.. hee2)
Ramadhan is the 9th month in the lunar year. (It does not mean that Muslims worship moon. It is simply another way to count days of the month and the year.)
During this month, healthy Muslim adults observe fasting during the daylight hours.
Muslim fasting is a total abstention from eating, drinking, and sexual relations from dawn to dusk for 29 or 30 days of the month of Ramadan.
Avoiding immoral behavior and anger and showing compassion is part of the requirements of the fasting.
Fasting is one of the 5 pillarsof Islam including
Announcement of Faith
Solat (praying 5 times a day)
Zakaat (the right of the poor on the wealth of the financially able)
Fasting during the month of Ramadan
Hajj (once a life time pilgrimage to Kaaba- tt's in Mecca, ppl).
Muslim get up very early to take their sahur, a pre-dawn meal before starting their fast.
Those who are sick, elderly, or on a journey, and women who are pregnant or nursingare permitted to break the fast and make up an equal number of days later in the year. If they are physically unable to do this, they must feed a needy person for every day missed.
Children should begin to fast (and to observe the prayer) from puberty, although many start earlier.
Individuals are exempt from Ramadan fasting if they are suffering from an illness that could be adversely affected by fasting (eg. diabetes mellitus).
So.. yep.. its quite flexible u see. and ya, if u're having ur period, u wont have to fast either.. u're sorta considered as "sick". haha. but as mentioned earlier, have to pay back the days la.
another thing i like abt the fasting moth is dat u reali get to sit down together for a meal with ur family for like a month. and we all know tt its very very difficult to do tt in the current situation. so its nice to have everyone having a civilised meal together.
=]
im just happy lar. insyaAllah, hikmah Ramadhan dinikmati semua.
waaah. someboday so bz rite... until ignore her blog and all. sum more so serious. wahliao. pls la. *rolls eyes*
workload is somehow reali heavy this sem. and try as i might, im finding it rather difficult to score for my projects and presentations. it can be disheartening at times, but.. sigh.
actuali i feel hyper sia. i tink its bcoz of the goreng pisang i had this morning. i had THREE lor.. then i brought some and put it in someone's locker lor. so someone can eat. so someone can do well for test.
aiya. but my magic bananas din work la. someone's not feeling too good abt the test. but its ok la. I also got C for my bm 212 assignment. YES. C loh. nabeh.. spend so much time of it still get C. fpissed ok..
ouh. i just got back from this "lunch" thingie we're supposed to have with the vice dean of my school. i say "lunch" and not lunch coz we din reali get to eat la. its like.. the vice dean was there along with the sub dean and the dean of marketing. then like there was about 18 of us altogether, and so 6 in each grp. i got the grp with the vice dean and my fav minah (tts u, inez) inside. quite interesting la. and of course, as usual, i was the only malay there. i mean, i dun even feel odd anymore coz im like so used to being the onli malay in class lor. dun care aredi.
to think of it rite, we were cheated!!! its more like they're conducting a free focus group session loh. yes hor! to think abt it, it was! the 6-8 members per grp, the mediator, the letting ppl interact at comfortable distances, homogeinity in subjects, informal setting.. gASP!! so now i know tt "lunch" has a lot of connotations behind it. to think tt i was so daft.
oh. not much of a surprise ay.. *box u*
anw, besides being daft, i tink im quite cuckoo also ah. u know we have this "e-learning week" ah at nbs. so lectures for some subjects would be conducted virtuali.. so no need to come to sch la. on the poster it says its the week from 2-6 oct.. or sthg liddat la. the thing is, i thought it was this week lor!! so i happy happy skip my ab 213 lecture and stay and home yesterday. muahahahha. tragic sia.
so i thought that u know.. the blondness has sort of leaked into my scalp and through my skull, into my brain. reali, i told u before wat, i cud feel myself becoming dumber by the day. so i decided that it is time to GET BACK TO MY ROOTS *echo echo echo*. aiya. actuali long time nvr cut hair already la. so hand itchy2 want to go cut hair la. but seeing the condition of my bleached hair against the dark roots was rather horrid, i might as well dye it dark again rite. rite? of course im rite la.
so i went to kimage at pioneer mall to get my hair cut by terence. terence (liew) is the senior hairstylist at kimage pioneer mall and he's damn good! and damn nice! and he will like talk to u and explain to u like.. y he cut liddat liddat.. wat are the chemical compounds in hair dye that makes ur hair got colour, y u shud use cold water instead of warm water to wash ur hair.. all tt la. so actuali i enjoy the process of getting the haircut itself, tho i must say, he is a damn gd hair stylist la. his cuts are very nice and very easy to manage ah. so its very very suitable for sloppy ppl like me.
furthermore, u can reali see him enjoy his work la. he will like, u know, take his time to cut ur hair and reali wash it til squeky clean and like blow it til like super nice and straight but not like arrow straight but like natural straight. tinkcharlize theron. ya. like straight but not straight. the hair, mean. then he will have this like.. grin on his face.. sorta like grimace.. u know, the purple thing at mcdonalds.
no? k, bygones.
anyhoo, the cut + wash + dye + treatment + membership is abt $135. burnt a whole in my ever-shrinking pocket but actuali quite value for money la. then the membership is valid for 2 yrs and is transferable. means rite, if u wanna go cut hair at kimage then u can just ask me for my card lo. ok? oh ya. monday and dunno wat day got 20% discount. and its like at any kimage oso can la. so dun shy shy cat k. just ask. *wink*
kudos to someone for showing patience, being there for 3 hours. haha. so grumpy. fasting somemore. tu lah.. da cakap toksah ikut, nak ikut jugak (there, see i say dun need to follow, still want to follow). nehmind, wat doesnt kill u makes u stronger. thanks for accompanying me.
k.. so lets have one minute of silence to say goodbye to my old hair.
Rest in Pieces.
kla. type2 so long a bit hungry oso. i shall take my leave and have my lunner then (thats lunch + dinner).
of course, these words were first written as part of his Discourse on Method "paper", if u may allow me to say so, as an argument with himself to establish his "first truth"- to prove the existence/non-existence of the divine.
for me, the words go beyond anything to do with atheism or monotheism, a deceiving god or an evil demon.
these words, more importantly to me, reflect the self.
I think, therefore I am.
i exist because i think. As long as i think i am something, as long as i am able to conceive something, i am here.
but if u think of it, "i think therefore i am" only reflects Descartes' claim to certainty of his own self, not taking into account the minds of others. Was tt intentional? Do u think he felt that taking out other persons from the picture would make his thoughts "pure"?
No doubt, the inclusion of the minds of other persons, no matter how insignificant, would influence the thoughts of self. so, in essence, your interaction with others renders your thoughts marred.
is this, then, the difference between thoughts and perception? that thoughts are in itself, pure forms of self, and perception are thought plus noise and influence.
i believe so.
perception is manipulated, subconsciously or otherwise.
lets just take me, for instance.
has ur perception about me changed lately. i ask because i know deep within some of u, that "perception", not "thought", is there.
has going blonde change ur perception of me?
at the least, im sure it has. u'd be thinking that i am more daring than u previously thought i was.
of course some have more extreme views than others, thinking tt ive gone wayward and im just some wild chick of sorts. Think again. and i say "think", not "perceive".
Perception, in layman terms can be explained as the way u "see" things. Perhaps that is y there is a tendency to look at somebody and "perceive" something.
maybe its human nature.
but, im sick of that excuse. "its just human nature". its a lame excuse. so rapists have to rape because it is their nature? im sure as human-ity, we could do better than that. tts why we are given brains.. to THINK.
i feel sad when i learn that people's perceptions of me has changed just because of my hair colour. its unfair to me, especially if u didnt know how i got it in the first place. and i know ppl will tell me not to care abt wat these ppl think but how can i not? i've known some of them for more than 5 years already and its just SAD to see that they are not THINKING.
of course i dont give two hoots about ppl who judge me when they dont even know me in the first place. these ppl are just pathetic. wat they shud do is look in the mirror. look hard and THINK whether the way ppl perceive them based on their looks is reali who they are. but then again, i suspect that these are the ppl who do not even know who they reali are. they merely have a perception of themselves.
mascara and lipgloss do nt make one pretty.
and a beard and a skullcap do nt make one pious.
these are just visual aids u use to help ppl "see" who u are. for them to have a perception of u. and u use these visual aids to line ur perception of urself with wat u want others to perceive u as.
maybe its bcoz i just shut out all negative feelings. altho ive been doiung things tt i may not be proud off, i just feel happy.
there's room to be forgiven.
at least im just being who i am.
i am standing up for myself.
im proud of me.
im happy.
genuinely.
:)
i'd like to thank you for trusting me, giving me personal space and for pretending like u dont read my blog.
thank my age old frens who've always been there, standing by me. no matter how unreasonable i can b at times. i am the first person to realise how much of an ass i can b. those who knew me since p5, sec 1, sec 3, j1. u know who u are.
thanks to the new ppl in my life who has brighten up my day with their wit, humour and charm. making me feel special some times. i probably do not deserve it. nonetheless, i appreciate it. a lot.
im so happy im happy.
Pics frm Akulturasi
pics of the set & rehearsals
i am the blurry image tt appears in the 2 above pics. haha.
pics with my dancing kakis
Group shot
Pics with the great friends who came to support
last but not least, 2 adorable men.
also a gerzillion thanks to mrs tan, prof tan, miss khoo and the dozens of nj peeps. we rock. and shah! i want our photos! hee2.
Mad World (Cover) Gary Jules Originally by: Tears for Fears OST: Donnie Drako
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races Going no where Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very very Mad world Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take W hen people run in circles it's a very very Mad world Mad world Enlarging your world Mad world
I eat children for breakfast, I like my boys big and thick and I looove scratching my nose. My alter ego? She's that girl your mother warned you about.
ABOUT THE BLOG
Documenting parts of my rather uneventful life with writings that ocassionally display my schizophrenic tendencies. Blame it on the Gemini starsign.
u know why???
i havent been able to shop for so long....
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA......
i want to shop...................
i want money..................
i dont have money........
u know why????
coz i had to cancel a lot of tuition last month...............
u know why????
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA............
i shant elaborate.
sigh.
imagine wat it'll be like if one day a wad of money just plopped down in front of u, from the sky. its sorta like the movie "Millions" if u recall.
or imagine if u were just walking walking home.. happily walking when u suddenly step on a ten thousand dollar note. manelah tau kan, orang nak kasi duit hantaran sekali tercicir ke.. or maybe ppl just sell their house skali get downpayment in cash ke... or some ah pek just collected toto money then it just dropped out of his pocket..
wat would u do?
i mean, u cant like go to a police station and report that u found a 10 000 dollar note wat. like wat can they do seh? trace it to the rightful owner?
if it were me, i'd just take it and consider it my luck lor. i wont even feel guilty. like. for wat sia? its not as if i saw someone drop it and i din bother to chase after tt fella right? lets just assume, hypothetically, tt there's nobody there.. i just accidentally stepped on wat i thought is a big rectangular brown paper. incidentally, i felt like looking down and scratching my ankle. then, to my utmost surprise, i saw tt it was a 10 000 note *SUPER SURPRISED FACE!*
the first thing i'd do, is of course, i'd pick it up and shove it in my pocket. then, right after picking up the note, i'd whip out my brush and i'll comb my hair. i must also remember to check my reflection in the mirror.. who knows rite, skali its some candid camera or gotcha prank. or someone set me up to get "PuNk'd" or sthg. so to get ready for such unforeseen circumstances, must maintain jembu ma.
then i'd walk away, fast. if right, after 5 minutes no one suddenly jump out from the bushes and shove a camera in my face or something.. then i know its for real! that's when i'll start being so happy that i wud need to pee!! and like the need to pee wud be so great tt i'll be jumping up and down excitedly! i wud go to one corner, or just get on the nearest elevator available and inspect the money to see if its real. of course, i must ensure tt no one is around.
once i know tt the money is legitimate and no form of deception or trickery is involved, the first thing i'll do is head home straightaway. of course the money would be shoved in the front pocket of my jeans and my hand will stay there AT ALL TIMES until i reach home. once i reach home, i'd transfer the note into my blue purse, which is in super bad condition already. then, i will change into the ugliest t shirt and jeans i can find in my wardrobe, mess up my face and hair and head towards orchard road, on bus 502 (from gek poh bus stop), clutching my purse tightly.
once i reach orchard road, the first stop would be Hermes at Wheelock Place.. Yes.. the place where they black out the windows and draw the blinds so tt "ordinary" ppl cannot look in. bloody show offs. i would saunter in, with my ugly clothes and uncombed hair and walk around, purposely touching everything on display. and i mean EVERYTHING.
then one of the store assistants (more explicitly, the one who visibly sneered when i walked in), would say something like "Miss....... *dramatic pause* Puh-leeze get ur (greasy) hands off the display items..." *haughty expression*
then i'd be like.. *cocks left eyebrow*
*draws in a deep breath* "why? *crosses arm* coz u think i cant afford them? *sneer/rolls eyes* get me those shoes in size 9 and that orange scarve on the top shelf.. and...... *points* that purple hand bag. make it snappy........ Miss. " *SUPER HAUGHTY DIRTY LOOK*
then she'll think im merely challenging her and she'll take down all these things for me.. thinking i cant afford them. i'll try on the shoes.. hmm.. they're pretty ok.. but i've seen better.. i take a look at the bag and see that its soooo last season and matronly. nope.. not for me.. oh well.. i'll just take the scarve then. wait. make that 2 scarves.. one in orange and the other, in a nude sand colour. heck. might as well get 2 more for my mum.
"i'll have these.." i say, not even asking how much each of them cost.
she, still in her challenging mode, brings it over to her cashier colleague, sharing a not-so-surreptitious smirk .
"that'll be $1879.35" , says the cashier girl, almost like giving an invisible hi-5 to her friend. "Take that, bitch.", they seem to be saying. then, with my now patented "selamba face", i'll take out 'THE' note from my worn out purse and give it to her.
Shock fills her system! Her eyes bulge out like pam anderson's u-know-wats. all she could think was GASP!! THE HOrror! The HOrrOr!!
her friend, of course, promptly faints and has to be resuscitated.
i, on the other hand, triumphantly collect my change ($8120.65 in total), stuff it in my soon-going-to-be ex-purse and cooly saunter out of the store.
a few minutes later, i hear a distant call... "Miss!" a handsome, young man calls out, chasing after me.
i tun around. slowly. deliberately. mockingly.
"U forgot to the scarves.." he says, handing me the Hermes bags.
Damn. Silly me.
As i extend my arms to reach for the bag.. i catch his gaze. His eyes were warm and hopeful. They seem to say "Be my sugar mama..."
i could only refuse him gently.
cos all i wanted to do was go for more SHOPPING!!!!!!!!
which reminds me..
i dont have money........
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......
sigh.
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Ahlan Wa Sahlan Ya Ramadhan.
Alhamdulillah, we get to witness the start of the fasting month this year. i reali reali loooove this month man.. there's nothing like it.
i know that some friends from other faith just view it as a torture.. no food, no water, no sex.. haha. but reali, its very difficult to explain the sense of earthiness u get when u have nothing but ur mind to spur u on for an entire month. to me, empowerment, u control all ur hormones, ur drives, ur wants. U are helm of ur own being. its beautiful.
A little bit of info for all my non-muslim friends (coz i know sometimes its confusing.. hee2)
So.. yep.. its quite flexible u see. and ya, if u're having ur period, u wont have to fast either.. u're sorta considered as "sick". haha. but as mentioned earlier, have to pay back the days la.
another thing i like abt the fasting moth is dat u reali get to sit down together for a meal with ur family for like a month. and we all know tt its very very difficult to do tt in the current situation. so its nice to have everyone having a civilised meal together.
=]
im just happy lar. insyaAllah, hikmah Ramadhan dinikmati semua.
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waaah. someboday so bz rite... until ignore her blog and all. sum more so serious. wahliao. pls la. *rolls eyes*
workload is somehow reali heavy this sem. and try as i might, im finding it rather difficult to score for my projects and presentations. it can be disheartening at times, but.. sigh.
actuali i feel hyper sia. i tink its bcoz of the goreng pisang i had this morning. i had THREE lor.. then i brought some and put it in someone's locker lor. so someone can eat. so someone can do well for test.
aiya. but my magic bananas din work la. someone's not feeling too good abt the test. but its ok la. I also got C for my bm 212 assignment. YES. C loh. nabeh.. spend so much time of it still get C. fpissed ok..
ouh. i just got back from this "lunch" thingie we're supposed to have with the vice dean of my school. i say "lunch" and not lunch coz we din reali get to eat la. its like.. the vice dean was there along with the sub dean and the dean of marketing. then like there was about 18 of us altogether, and so 6 in each grp. i got the grp with the vice dean and my fav minah (tts u, inez) inside. quite interesting la. and of course, as usual, i was the only malay there. i mean, i dun even feel odd anymore coz im like so used to being the onli malay in class lor. dun care aredi.
to think of it rite, we were cheated!!! its more like they're conducting a free focus group session loh. yes hor! to think abt it, it was! the 6-8 members per grp, the mediator, the letting ppl interact at comfortable distances, homogeinity in subjects, informal setting.. gASP!! so now i know tt "lunch" has a lot of connotations behind it. to think tt i was so daft.
oh. not much of a surprise ay.. *box u*
anw, besides being daft, i tink im quite cuckoo also ah. u know we have this "e-learning week" ah at nbs. so lectures for some subjects would be conducted virtuali.. so no need to come to sch la. on the poster it says its the week from 2-6 oct.. or sthg liddat la. the thing is, i thought it was this week lor!! so i happy happy skip my ab 213 lecture and stay and home yesterday. muahahahha. tragic sia.
so i thought that u know.. the blondness has sort of leaked into my scalp and through my skull, into my brain. reali, i told u before wat, i cud feel myself becoming dumber by the day. so i decided that it is time to GET BACK TO MY ROOTS *echo echo echo*. aiya. actuali long time nvr cut hair already la. so hand itchy2 want to go cut hair la. but seeing the condition of my bleached hair against the dark roots was rather horrid, i might as well dye it dark again rite. rite? of course im rite la.
so i went to kimage at pioneer mall to get my hair cut by terence. terence (liew) is the senior hairstylist at kimage pioneer mall and he's damn good! and damn nice! and he will like talk to u and explain to u like.. y he cut liddat liddat.. wat are the chemical compounds in hair dye that makes ur hair got colour, y u shud use cold water instead of warm water to wash ur hair.. all tt la. so actuali i enjoy the process of getting the haircut itself, tho i must say, he is a damn gd hair stylist la. his cuts are very nice and very easy to manage ah. so its very very suitable for sloppy ppl like me.
furthermore, u can reali see him enjoy his work la. he will like, u know, take his time to cut ur hair and reali wash it til squeky clean and like blow it til like super nice and straight but not like arrow straight but like natural straight. tinkcharlize theron. ya. like straight but not straight. the hair, mean. then he will have this like.. grin on his face.. sorta like grimace.. u know, the purple thing at mcdonalds.
no? k, bygones.
anyhoo, the cut + wash + dye + treatment + membership is abt $135. burnt a whole in my ever-shrinking pocket but actuali quite value for money la. then the membership is valid for 2 yrs and is transferable. means rite, if u wanna go cut hair at kimage then u can just ask me for my card lo. ok? oh ya. monday and dunno wat day got 20% discount. and its like at any kimage oso can la. so dun shy shy cat k. just ask. *wink*
kudos to someone for showing patience, being there for 3 hours. haha. so grumpy. fasting somemore. tu lah.. da cakap toksah ikut, nak ikut jugak (there, see i say dun need to follow, still want to follow). nehmind, wat doesnt kill u makes u stronger. thanks for accompanying me.
k.. so lets have one minute of silence to say goodbye to my old hair.
Rest in Pieces.
kla. type2 so long a bit hungry oso. i shall take my leave and have my lunner then (thats lunch + dinner).
until next time, i bid thee adieu.
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Cogito, ergo sum.
I think, therefore i am.
Famed words that resonate from Descartes.
of course, these words were first written as part of his Discourse on Method "paper", if u may allow me to say so, as an argument with himself to establish his "first truth"- to prove the existence/non-existence of the divine.
for me, the words go beyond anything to do with atheism or monotheism, a deceiving god or an evil demon.
these words, more importantly to me, reflect the self.
I think, therefore I am.
i exist because i think. As long as i think i am something, as long as i am able to conceive something, i am here.
but if u think of it, "i think therefore i am" only reflects Descartes' claim to certainty of his own self, not taking into account the minds of others. Was tt intentional? Do u think he felt that taking out other persons from the picture would make his thoughts "pure"?
No doubt, the inclusion of the minds of other persons, no matter how insignificant, would influence the thoughts of self. so, in essence, your interaction with others renders your thoughts marred.
is this, then, the difference between thoughts and perception? that thoughts are in itself, pure forms of self, and perception are thought plus noise and influence.
i believe so.
perception is manipulated, subconsciously or otherwise.
lets just take me, for instance.
has ur perception about me changed lately. i ask because i know deep within some of u, that
"perception", not "thought", is there.
has going blonde change ur perception of me?
at the least, im sure it has. u'd be thinking that i am more daring than u previously thought i was.
of course some have more extreme views than others, thinking tt ive gone wayward and im just some wild chick of sorts. Think again. and i say "think", not "perceive".
Perception, in layman terms can be explained as the way u "see" things. Perhaps that is y there is a tendency to look at somebody and "perceive" something.
maybe its human nature.
but, im sick of that excuse. "its just human nature". its a lame excuse. so rapists have to rape because it is their nature? im sure as human-ity, we could do better than that. tts why we are given brains.. to THINK.
i feel sad when i learn that people's perceptions of me has changed just because of my hair colour. its unfair to me, especially if u didnt know how i got it in the first place. and i know ppl will tell me not to care abt wat these ppl think but how can i not? i've known some of them for more than 5 years already and its just SAD to see that they are not THINKING.
of course i dont give two hoots about ppl who judge me when they dont even know me in the first place. these ppl are just pathetic. wat they shud do is look in the mirror. look hard and THINK whether the way ppl perceive them based on their looks is reali who they are. but then again, i suspect that these are the ppl who do not even know who they reali are. they merely have a perception of themselves.
mascara and lipgloss do nt make one pretty.
and a beard and a skullcap do nt make one pious.
these are just visual aids u use to help ppl "see" who u are. for them to have a perception of u. and u use these visual aids to line ur perception of urself with wat u want others to perceive u as.
i think, therefore i am.
i do not think, therefore i do not exist?
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i feel happy.. i dunno why..
maybe its bcoz i just shut out all negative feelings. altho ive been doiung things tt i may not be proud off, i just feel happy.
there's room to be forgiven.
at least im just being who i am.
i am standing up for myself.
im proud of me.
im happy.
genuinely.
:)
i'd like to thank you for trusting me, giving me personal space and for pretending like u dont read my blog.
thank my age old frens who've always been there, standing by me. no matter how unreasonable i can b at times. i am the first person to realise how much of an ass i can b. those who knew me since p5, sec 1, sec 3, j1. u know who u are.
thanks to the new ppl in my life who has brighten up my day with their wit, humour and charm. making me feel special some times. i probably do not deserve it. nonetheless, i appreciate it. a lot.
im so happy im happy.
Pics frm Akulturasi
pics of the set & rehearsals
i am the blurry image tt appears in the 2 above pics. haha.
pics with my dancing kakis
Group shot
Pics with the great friends who came to support
last but not least, 2 adorable men.
also a gerzillion thanks to mrs tan, prof tan, miss khoo and the dozens of nj peeps. we rock. and shah! i want our photos! hee2.
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Gary Jules
Originally by: Tears for Fears
OST: Donnie Drako
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
W hen people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
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