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Wow, it's been such a long time since I last updated on this site. While for most of the time the excuse to not blog would be that I was busy, this time I actually am without a reason.

Courtesy of Fuckyeahhappy

Anyway, Chinese New Year was lovely (how I wished it would never end), with a total of 6 gatherings, 5 sessions of 'Loh Hei' (is that how you spell it?), 6 sessions of card games, 6 sessions of laughter and a whole bunch of food. And to think that my mum's side of the family would mean that it would be a small celebration. I hope yours was just as well, if not better.



Well, there's nothing much to say actually, just that I've been gaining loads of weight from indulging non-stop, and that there's a couple of posts saved in the draft, that I've yet to complete. So people, I'm alive and well, if not eating, sleeping and rotting myself to death (as my dad puts it). Hah!


Till then!

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School hasn't been great.

Yeah, I did make a couple of new friends who are good group mates, but other than that, it hasn't been much. I'm not pouring all out for the sake of gaining sympathy but the reason why I hate class sometimes is because of how I'm treated. Yeah yeah, I may not be the best person to talk to, and I might seem scary and anti-social, but that doesn't mean I don't exist man. I hate it when most of the class is invited to some event through facebook and texts while people like me are left in the dark. Okay, you may not want to invite me, that's fine. But can't you at least have the heart to not talk about it when I'm there? And to those who say "Oh, just come lah. She don't have your number/ she forgot to add you". Well, that's not how I roll. I only go on personal invites, not word of mouth.


Anyways, I've decided to chop off my medusa look-alike do.

I'm somewhere in there.

The Mum and Pops haven't been the least bit pysched about my hair and have been always on my back to get "that thing" off of my head. They even tried to make me reminisce about my locks back then and wished that I could return to the normal little girl they once had. HAH.



But I AM going to cut it, but haven't really decided on how it's going to look like though.Yep.

Though this looks cool.


Other than that, holidays aren't really THA BOMB. I have a couple of assignments (read: essays) that need to get moving before its due. But on a happy note, am going to meet the clan really soon.

That's it for now.

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Hey what's up. It's been a pretty long time since I last updated. I don't really know who reads this site anymore. But heck, I'm still gonna' keep this blog going because there's just too much good and bad memories in it to literally let it go.


Anyways, if you've been wondering as to what I've been up to during the holidays (yes, I'm a week over the holidays, but who cares?), then here's a pretty short update about my boring Life.


Well, I didn't get a job during the holidays because I told my parents that I wanted to make full use/ waste the entire of my holidays doing stuff on my own, be it rot to death at home or hand out with some friends. They were pretty skeptical about it, but I managed to convince them, adding that I should have full control of my Life, so that when I grow older like them, I wouldn't have to reminisce about my youth with full of regrets, wishing I could turn back time to rot to death or do stuff that I didn't have a chance to do. In short, I just didn't want to force myself into the working scene just yet. I know I'm not rich, but it doesn't necessarily mean I have to make myself addicted to the smell of money or the sensation of having bundles of it in my hand, and then spend it ridiculously on things bought on impulse.


Maybe it's just a lame excuse to not get a job. Moving on...



The holidays weren't really pathetic. I managed to down 8 books (yes, I love to read).

1. Ugly by Constance Briscoe
   
2. Damaged by Cathy Glass
   
3. Ghost Girl by Torey Hayden
4. Please Don't Make Me Go by John Fenton
5. When Daddy Comes Home by Toni Maguire
6. Twilight Children by Torey Hayden
7. My Friend Leonard by James Frey
8. We Are All The Same by Jim Wooten

The contents of these 8 books are phenomenal. There is no one best book to pick out of this lot. You should really get your hands on these books. They can be found in the Health Section in the Singapore Library, Humanities in Page One, Literature/biographies in other shops like Popular, but the best description for these books can be found at Kinokuniya, which labels these books as 'Survival Literature'.



Other than reading, I did meet Syuh and Jeanice occasionally.

One such event was when we visited Swensen's Ice Cream buffet. It was pretty neat, but we didn't last long as we were cold and could not go more than 4 rounds. However, it was still pretty nice to be all crazy and high on sugar with them.

Moving on...


I actually planned on changing my blogskin. My inspiration came from Shark Boy and Lava Girl (I love watching that show).

I loved the idea of the guy dreaming his way out of trouble, and Lava girl's hair (haha!), and so, I came up with this:

It's created entirely from Photoshop. If you take a closer look at my hair, it's PINK! But it's not pink in real life lah, I just edited because it looks pretty nice here.

I found a few other colours that I liked while I was messing around with my hair on Photoshop. I'll show it on another day. Anyways, after completing it, I found that I didn't really like it that much, so I've decided to scrap this off, and come up with another skin which is still under construction.



Well, I guess that's it for now.



Till then!





Loves.

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A couple of weeks ago:

Sleep has left me ever since PPCM paper ended. Somehow, I can't seem to head to bed on time, or early enough to not see the sunrise.

Don't get me wrong, watching the Sun rise is actually beautiful. It gives you a moment to recompose yourself for a whole new day, with new experiences and adventures. It is like an energy restorer; like a breath of fresh air. You've got to experience it for yourself. Breath-taking moment, and nothing can come in second to it. That's why I want my funeral (Click Here to read about my funeral plans) to be held before Sun rise, because it marks a whole new beginning to my Life (or soul) and also because, when I was younger, I thought that Sun rise marked the time for all the wandering souls to head back to where they came from, after watching their loved ones tucked themselves to bed of course. Thus, I want my family and friends to watch over me for the very last Sun rise before I begin my rounds, watching over them (No, I'm not insane, suicidal or being emo.).


After sidetracking so much, back to the bit about the sleepless night. Well, I did try various ways to fall asleep. One of them was to read a book, but I got hooked on to the book (managed to finish 4 books in a week, and unsurprisingly, yelled at by mum because I wasted money buying the books as they'll be chucked in my shelves despite re-reading them) that I'd rather lose sleep to finish up the book (at least it was interesting enough for me to finish reading it).


Since that didn't work, I tried other methods like tuning in to the radio, watching t.v and surfing the net, but every interesting topic that I hear or chance upon, would have me ending up searching more about it through the net. So that didn't work either.


So I ended up every night, or rather dawn, forcing myself to fall asleep by shutting my eyes real tight, day dream or stare out my window (apparently scaring myself to sleep with 'Nenek Keropok' or anything else didn't work either) till I eventually for asleep.


Well, it did work for the first couple of days, but somehow or rather, my body got used to it, so much that I ended up staring blankly till I became hungry. Then out I'd be, in search for food.


The lack of sleep hasn't done much damage to me physically, but it sure has darkened my eye bags (amazingly darker than I'd expect my skin to go, almost rotting black. MEH)


A week ago:

The sleep issues are back. My mum says I'm going blind from all the late night surfing and reading. I think she may be right. Every time I close my eyes or go to sleep, it seems as though bright lights (almost like blinding flash lights) are flashing at(?) my eyes(And no, I wasn't staring at any bright light source whatsoever). In the day, the bright lights would disappear, but there were mini stuffs moving everywhere around me, or at least where my eyes were focusing at(like the heat you see coming from the tarmac on a hot day). Being me, I checked it up on the net, and This kind of had the answers to it, but I don't think I really understand. Heh.



A couple of days ago:

I think it was a day or two before the 'Hungry Ghost Festival' ended. All I could remember was waking up at 3am, to see the door on my wardrobe close by itself.


Now:

Sleep has finally come back to me, but I've been having bad dreams lately. Like last night, I dreamt that my house was on fire. Someone threw something into/something landed at my place and everything started burning up, even Junior. It was so real, I could feel the heat. Perspiration from the heat and panic made it worst as I watched almost charred yet very much alive Junior trying to get the flames off of him. I poured a bucket of water over him and carried his limp body to the bath tub. He looked horrible and I felt nothing but pain.



No one was at home, except him and I (worst combination in the world, if you know me well enough) and Junior. I wasted no time, trying to put out the flames which was everywhere; the curtains; the floor; the ceiling. It was as if my house was covered with kerosene and someone had torched it!


And while I was busy saving the house all he did was ask "What happen?" and "Who did it?", never lifting a finger to help, just the same as he is now in real Life. And despite being in that dream (unreal?) I felt like beating him up. I guess the hatred for him is so great that it can even appear in dreams.


The dream was so real that when I woke up, my body was all tensed and warmer than usual, as though I had been standing under the hot sun. I immediately sprang off of bed to find Junior, only to have him curiously staring at me from the end of my bed. I don't think I've ever hugged anyone or anything as much as I did to Junior immediately after that dream. Poor him, must still be wondering if I'm on drugs or not. But I just hope this never happens. I can't bear to see Junior in that state, EVER.



But this isn't the only dream that I had. I think I'm going crazy soon...




Till then.

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Edited.

I finally managed to find some motivation to blog. True enough, as what Syuh said, many of my posts have been kept in drafts for a very long time, so much that it keeps piling up and up, without me completing any of it. But enough is enough, as there are many things to share!


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Needless to say, it's the term break for me now. However, it's pretty unfair that the other polytechnics are having theirs at a different date to my polytechnic (yes, that means I can't get to catch up with some of my secondary school friends, and that includes you, Jeanice Mucuc).

And term break isn't really a break to me, as I still have three projects on my shoulders. You know, I actually hate projects now, for the fact that it is in groups. Call me selfish or self-centered but I actually feel that I work best on my own. This of course, has nothing to do with 'cramping me style'. I just don't like the feeling of having to wait for others, or to even have others wait for me. And the greatest setback is that everyone thinks or rather, have different perceptions of the project. This however, can be a benefit at the same time, as we can help cover each others butt.





Wait, why am I arguing with myself over such a topic? Written communication must have done something to me, with the argumentative essays and all.

Moving on...


These couple of weeks has left great and interesting impressions of some of my class mates. In fact, I got to scare them with my home made horror experiences, and even managed to put them in tough and uncomfortable situations (sorry about those times!) about unanswerable questions about religion, the spiritual world, their beliefs and also existence.




I was just being curious. True enough, there are many questions where both religion and science cannot solve. So who will give me the answer?

My mum thinks I'll die a horrible death one day, while trying to unravel all these secrets. But I'll most probably go mad before dying from a horrible death. Who knows?




The later part of this post has been deleted. It is not because I 'chickened out' or fear that a massive amount of parangs will be thrown at me. In fact, it has nothing to do with me fearing for what I wrote, as I will still stand by whatever I wrote earlier.

The reason as to why I removed the 'tale' is simple. I made a mistake. By penning my frustrations, anger and opinions down here not only makes it unfair for the 'victim', but it also causes loads of assumptions and its many other transformations to spread around.

For those who have seen it, good for you. For those who haven't, that's too bad. Whatever that is written in this blog is mere 'one ear in, and out the other' and I prefer no posts to be further discussed or spread around.

The vending of frustrations of that particular person, was indeed a major no-no and I sincerely apologize if she or anyone else takes insult to my words. I admit that I do have inappropriate terms when it comes to blogging. And the post may have sounded bitchy and idiotic.

I know that everyone deserves to have their version of the story told and so, I have decided to remove the 'tale' so as to prevent people from making guesses about who is involved and whatsoever. Besides, everyone needs to reflect on their own actions and from that, I found that I was writing away at my own free will without considering the feelings of those who were involved. Very selfish indeed.

However, as mentioned earlier, I still do stand by every word mentioned in the earlier version of this post. Mean, bitchy, whatever you want to call it. So long as I know that it's from my heart. Ignorant, but truthful. And they say, the truth always hurt.

PS: Whoever wishes to start a war/battle over what I wrote, I wish to gladly invite you to bring it on.



One more time now...





Loves.