tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402823528122968802024-03-19T17:44:44.316+08:00★ ~ Ichigo, Ichie ~ ★Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-88552400949775081692009-10-21T22:55:00.003+08:002009-10-21T23:05:57.768+08:00The whirlwind inside my headI've abandoned my blog again. And I'm gonna take a break from here for awhile as I've a new blog that I need to attend to. Nah it's not a rambling blog that's full of randomnesses like this one. Just something I feel like doing. Not gonna tell where it is either :P Just there to <s>pen</s> type things down (:<br /><br />I'll come by every once in a while, hopefully.<br /><br />So till then (:Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-75377773928754864032009-08-28T16:17:00.002+08:002009-08-28T16:34:45.079+08:00Today's my last day at this other dept where I'm pretty slack. I'm partly sad and partly relieved. Well sad cuz it means I won't have be able to go home on the dot everyday and I prolly won't have so much time to go browsing FB and random websites. I'll miss the relax and friendly ppl in there too. It's actually quite fun there. The guys are quite funny n well, kinda childish. Geeky (duh, what would u expect, if you know where I got seconded to), but in a good way. Baked them cream puff. All said the puffs were good. But those guys prolly are happy as long as they're edible. Haha...<br /><br />But it got pretty boring too in that dept. Which is why I'm kinda relieved to be able to go back to my unit. Gosh I've been there for 5 weeks already. I've prolly forgotten my training materials already. Kinda apprehensive about the coming week's engagement. Hopefully I get a nice team with nice people working on interesting engagement, with nice clients.<br /><br />Gosh, end of week. Somehow I'm pretty drained. Must be all that going out every evening. Couldn't sleep last night either. Cuz of bubble tea and late night running session? *shrugs*<br /><br />Looking forward to weekend and continue reading my book, which I've neglected, on my cozy bed (:Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-52278989296453039792009-08-26T11:18:00.002+08:002009-08-26T11:57:56.261+08:00Baking FrenzyI've been in a bit of baking frenzy lately. Never fail to come up with a baked goodies or two every week. Prolly because I've been quite free in the office that I visit my old fav food blogs and those I chanced upon while googling for recipes. They always make those dreamy desserts seem too easy to make. I'm inspired to make some myself.<br /><br />Well, of course, the ever-impatient me sometimes can't be bothered to follow instructions step-by-step, especially those that consist of several components and need to be assembled. So I "improvised". For instance, there is this tart recipe that have 4 components: the choco tart base, the banana caramel, salted ganache and choc mousse. Tho' I like baking, I get lazy too and don't wanna spend the whole day in the kitchen. So I subsituted salted ganace with normal ganache and choc mousse with whipped cream. Oh well, the end products get good reviews from my food critics (aka walphie, the, er, nest, al) so I guess no harm had been done ;)<br /><br />These past 3 weeks alone I've accumulated so many recipes that are waiting to be tried and tested. I really wish I had more time at home. I finally did warm molten choco cake and meringue, among others. Oh and my second attempt at making cream puff were succesful. Yatta! The recipe didn't lie when it says "How to make the perfect cream puff" =D (I'll post piktures soon!)<br /><br />But but there's still panda bread (which looks so cute), ultimate cheesecake (which claimed to be the best cheesecake recipe *shrugs*), herbed ricotta tart etc etc waiting for me. And this morning I chanced upon butter recipe. Yesh, making my own butter. And it looks damn easy and uses heavy cream only. If only I had come across this recipe sooner, I wouldn't have to throw away half of my cream that had gone bad 2 days ago cuz I didn't know what to do with it anymore. Shucks. Waste money.<br /><br />Oh, tomorrow's bebek's bday. Hmm what should I make him this time? Often times I lose sleep thinking what I should bake for people's bday. Better start thinking! (:Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-83360086548392553092009-08-25T10:00:00.003+08:002009-08-25T10:20:30.711+08:00I Kinda Miss SchoolSmoo students wud be entering their 2nd week of school by now. Saw some uni-student-looking people squeezing with the office workers on the train these past few days. Sigh... I kinda miss going to school. I miss wearing comfy casual clothes. I miss having to rush and attend boring seminars one day and getting to stay at home lazing around the next. I miss going for super extended lunch after classes and hitting the empty malls on weekday afternoons. I miss seeing sales items still neatly arranged on the shop shelves and taking my time choosing without squeezing with other bargain-hunters. And of course, I miss my afternoon naps. I feel sleepiest after lunch. But most of all, I miss waking up late and coming home early. I still can't get over the drag I feel every morning getting my butt off the bed.<br /><br />Gah, must be the Tuesday blues! Er's right. Mondays' are actually not that bad since there is still the weekend happy feelings. But Tuesdays are worse since the weekend feelings have worn off and the weekend is still far away. Sooo far away.....Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-61404032219622849432009-08-20T15:52:00.008+08:002009-08-20T16:02:57.395+08:00Wind-blown hair and sky-high kitesTo me, it's always the company that make or break my day. Here are some of the pictures from national day picnic at Marina Barrage. Notice there are no pictures of the fireworks. Can't be bothered to put the pathetic display of fireworks. Hmph, all those last minute googling on my sis' mobile wi-fi on "how to shoot fireworks" were for nothing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qwPRnjggyjvrWdn1eAvlnlbYsHCQ0xz_9Vn8kGRzYwQIaFR-Tnc88_xBlisyVXU88R-j8yVdQ8b2q_bZkhpn1u3Zq7uO6Txvj5Oy0CGBU9MGNQji0f1T5ZsZzRPKYRvHAV1lQEQcaXE/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 613px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qwPRnjggyjvrWdn1eAvlnlbYsHCQ0xz_9Vn8kGRzYwQIaFR-Tnc88_xBlisyVXU88R-j8yVdQ8b2q_bZkhpn1u3Zq7uO6Txvj5Oy0CGBU9MGNQji0f1T5ZsZzRPKYRvHAV1lQEQcaXE/s400/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371950705264426050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(click on the image for better resolution. don't know why it looks pixelated here.)</span><br /></span></div>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-9272094857298227142009-08-20T13:47:00.005+08:002009-08-20T14:59:15.130+08:00Momonga (モモンガ)Gail posted a link about this little critters on FB. The moment I set my eyes on that single photo, I went "Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!" I couldn't help but go "Awwww" and smiled to myself even though I was in office. I went straight to Google images and googled for more pics of them. They are THAT cute.<br /><br />Those critters are Japanese dwarf flying squirrels called Momonga, モモンガ. Honestly, they are so adorable they look like they pop out of a <span style="font-style: italic;">manga</span>. Gotta love those huge, shiny, button-like eyes and tiny hands that they like to fold in front of their fluffy round tummy, making them look like they are peeking out of a half egg shells. And I don't know if it's just me, but they look like they are smiling on each of their piccas. Maybe just like most Japanese, they love their piccas to be taken :P<br /><br />Feast your eyes on this cuteness overload ^ ^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soka.ed.jp/choken/bmp/fukuhara/momonga02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.soka.ed.jp/choken/bmp/fukuhara/momonga02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1173143927397xe1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 203px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1173143927397xe1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> "Hey I wanna be in the picca too!" said the last squirrel poking his head from behind the tree. HeeHee...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1173225994885ia7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 189px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1173225994885ia7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1156255259259cg4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 323px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/gamepro30022/1156255259259cg4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tedmills.com/images/momonga2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.tedmills.com/images/momonga2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aren't they precious?<br /></div>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-92190108395824602642009-08-13T11:43:00.003+08:002009-08-13T14:22:25.680+08:00The Big 4So I've been working in one of the Big 4 for over a month already and received my first paycheck yesterday. Yes, they've only given it to us after more than 5 weeks working for them. Don't they realise the time value of money? Oh yea, that's right, they do realise the time value for <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span>, not for <span style="font-style: italic;">us</span>. So calculative. As expected from an accounting firm eh. And I don't know why, I don't really feel cash-rich. Must be the $26,000 debt I have. Sigh....<br /><br />Neways, read in S' blog about how working in the Big 4 is like entering a bad relationship. Well I have heard the horror stories from seniors. But I should count myself lucky cuz I haven't experienced any of those horror. The latest I've left office is 6pm and the earliest was 3.30pm HAHAHA. Ok, that happened only once during training period.<br /><br />Well, that's cuz I've been seconded to this other dept where things are so relaxed. There isn't much things to do. Even if there are things to do, the secretary would keep telling me to take my time and that there's no deadline, unlike in audit. In her own words, "Take your time ar. No need to <span style="font-style: italic;">kan cheong</span>". To that I say, "Yes m'am!"<br /><br />So here's what i read about working in the Big 4:<br /><br />1) You’re excited and have a new wave of confidence.<br />2) Your jealous friends think you’re so cool.<br />3) You’re eager to please.<br />4) You tell everyone. “I work at Big 4” “I’m dating Sam”<br />5) You spend way too much time.<br />6) You’ll be asked to order/make food.<br />7) Sometimes you wonder if you’re being taken advantage of.<br />8) Your parents wonder why you come home so late.<br />9) Your parents don’t know what you’re doing.<br />10) You tell yourself things will get better.<br />11) You’re made to do things you don’t want to.<br />12) You wonder if this is the ONE where you will spend the rest of your life.<br />13) You consider leaving but what will your friends/parents think?<br />14) You’re asked to eat things you don’t want to… um… like hours of course.<br />15) There are good times and bad times.<br />16) Bad times seem to be a lot worse.<br />17) The longer you stay, the worse it gets.<br />18) The smart ones leave early.<br /><br />Gosh....Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-49473595641220370432009-08-11T15:43:00.004+08:002009-08-13T10:24:01.443+08:00i ♥ singaporeWell, not really. Had to say it just to get free toppings for my yami yoghurt which they offered in conjunction with s'pore national day, which was on Aug 9. heee... <span style="font-style: italic;">kiasu</span> me. Guess I am becoming Singaporeanised.<br /><br />After a good lunch at pow sing and a cup of yami yoghurt, we (my siblings n the BRATs) went to Marina Barrage for picnic, kite-flying and fireworks-watching. I'm telling you, don't trust Spore weather forecast. They are almost always wrong. And again, they predicted storm on sunday but au contraire, the weather was great! Sunny windy Sunday.<br /><br />Haven't had Brats outing for some time so the picnic was really nice, JH even came! That "harlot upon many waters" who abandoned us. chih.... LOL jokes....<br /><br />Was so excited I finally get to play the kite that I bought from this random shop I chanced upon during my lunch break. But alas... the kite sucks! It kept tilting to the left. Actually the first time was fine. Mayb it broke when it drop to the floor. then again, it means the kite sucks. Uncle A's kite on the other hand was so big and cool. Like a black hawk. And was so stable. Just needed to lift it up a bit and it straight away caught the wind and went soaring to the blue sky. Well I guess that's the difference between a $3 and a $16 kite T.T"<br /><br />Then evening came and the NDP started. Nothing really exciting. Didn't even see the 5 fighter jets they usually have and the flag that the choppers were carrying was on the wrong side. And don't talk to me about the fireworks. It was PATHETIC! Short? Nevermind. It's always been like that, like it usually last for abt 5 to 7 mins. But it gave false alarms 4 times. FOUR!<br /><br />We were sitting around, waiting for the longest time when it went Boom! All of us, including the other people who were waiting, went cheering and scrambling to our feet trying to capture the fireworks. We waited and waited for the fireworks to go off again..... nothing...<br /><br />Then about 10-15 mins later, went Boom! again. Again we went scrambling to our feet. And the same thing happened 2 more times. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wah buay song ar</span>! I know the economic's bad, but no need to cheat our feelings for four times can! <span style="font-style: italic;">Sian-ed!</span> And when the real thing happened, it was behind the %&*%$** 3 IR buildings. So the fireworks were partly blocked by the damn thing. I was telling someone, if there was a terrorist hijacking a plane and went into the building the same time as the fireworks, it'll be funny if people keep cheering. The next day's headline would probable be "Triple tower go Ka-boom!" or something like that.<br /><br />Oh well, lucky the picnic was fun. Otherwise I'd write to the newspaper and complain how the fireworks ruined my day, just like a true Sporean would o.OJust.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-82403863309338331252009-07-30T10:18:00.004+08:002009-07-30T10:38:15.343+08:00I'm backAfter a long absence, I'm back here again. Feels bad for my blog. It gets abandoned every now and then. Actually there are tonnes of story to tell. The last exam of my uni life, the part-timing in a pastry shop (super fun!), the grad trip, the commencement, working life (or rather the lack of it) etc. But I got lazy.<br /><br />So I've decided to start blogging again. Cuz i'm super bored and people kept asking me to start blogging again. I guess other ppl are pretty bored out like me too. I do have things to do. But not much and they're like non-brainer. I can finish them in a zip, but then I'd have nothing to do, my desk will be empty and I'll be spacing out or doing random googling. So i'll slowly do them while blogging heehee :P<br /><br />Bet you've never heard of an auditor who's damn free like me. I'm not the only one tho. My unit mates are the same. We get to go home on the dot at 5.30, take 1.5hrs lunch, relax a bit. It was nice at first, but it gets boring real fast. And now i'm seconded to the IT dept and end up doing sai kang for them *rollseyes* Sigh... I wanna do real work already. Sian sian...<br /><br />Oops, my boss just saw me blogging. Yesterday he saw me giggling to myself while msn-ing. SHites... All Ad's fault for saying all those cheesy stuff on msn. Hee...<br /><br />K. CIao for now.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-50266649491402054702009-04-10T00:21:00.006+08:002009-04-10T00:36:51.700+08:00UniQlo's coming to Spore but why no MatsuKen's posters? WHY?!?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l224/mOoGLe_14/DN_Kenichi/20070914200534np4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l224/mOoGLe_14/DN_Kenichi/20070914200534np4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ok exam time, so i'll make it quick. If you've been goin to City Hall mrt, you'd realised there's this new posters posted on all the glass windows for this new store called UniQlo. Never heard of it before Kit mentioned it in one of her surveys (she sent damn lots of surveys!). Apparently it's a casual clothing store. It looks ok. Very casual. The clothes remind me of Gio or Bossini clothes.<br /><br />Then i've going thru this forum on MatsuKen (Matsuyama Ken'ichi). He's my new addiction. He's the one who plays L in Deathnote and the main actor in Detroit Metal City. Will talk about him more next time. But anywas, while ogling his pictures in the forum, i saw pictures of him as the posterboy for Uniqlo. And the clothes his wearing is sooo much cooler than the ones shown on Sg posters. Aaarrhh. I want him as the posterboy!! Why is he not the posterboy for Sg stores? Why put some unknown <span style="font-style: italic;">ang-mohs</span> on your poster?? WHY?!?!? I'd be more than glad to stay in cityhall MRT for couple of mins just to stare at his posters. LOL.<br /><br />Oh well, mayb the Sg branch too poor to afford him. He's a rising star after all. Sighs...<br /><br />To Uniqlo, if you happen to see this, I suggest you change your posters. Girls will come flocking down to your stores. CONFIRM.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l224/mOoGLe_14/DN_Kenichi/20070914200543og8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l224/mOoGLe_14/DN_Kenichi/20070914200543og8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-22205531942223764062009-04-01T22:12:00.002+08:002009-04-01T22:23:23.445+08:00I can't believe this feelingsThe feelings that I know I'm gonna miss smoo *gasp*<br /><br />It's mid-week 13. Somehow I'm already feeling sad that it's the last week of my university life. Correct that. My study life. After cursing the education system for the 16 years of my life, I can actually see the end and strangely i'm not THAT excited about it. Well i can definitely do without the crazy last-minute cramming, or anxious tears over unfinished schoolwork/exam materials. But during the past 3 days, my friends just keep reminding me that it's our last week of classes and in 2.5 weeks' time, it'll be over, all over. We kept taking pictures while saying over n over again "it's our last week of school!" and I have a feeling that all of us actually didn't mind having project meetings till pretty late at night since soon they will all be no more.<br /><br />Argh! How can I be feeling nostalgic towards school stuff already? How can I, the smoo #1 hater, feel that I'm gonna miss it? Weird feelings. Must be the exhaustion and lack of sleep. Yes. That must be it.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-41989208898098931012009-03-26T13:18:00.002+08:002009-03-26T13:28:43.831+08:00It's week 12, darlings.Nearing the end of week 12. Everyday projects, assignments, more projects, more assignments. sian-ness. Worse, my parents are out of town. If it were week 1 or 2, I'd be shouting for joy. FREEDOM! is what i'd say. But not now. On top of schoolworks, i've to clean the house, cook my own food, wash the dishes, do the laundry etc. Mom will only be coming back 10 days later. More sian-ness.<br /><br />First few days were fine. It was kinda liberating actually. No one tells me to sleep early, no one tells me to wake up early. Experimented a little in the kitchen. Made bunch of nameless meals, which were good. But the novelty is fading quickly. Dishes are piling up.<br /><br />Unfortch, mom's not here cuz my sis is sick (told her to take care of herself. bah...). So i can't be so selfish to ask her to come back ASAP. Sigh.. when all the options are equally bad, it's hard to decide what to wish for. Oh and my dad is coming back on Sat. Hopefully he goes to bangkok soon after he comes back. It's more troublesome to look after two people than to look after myself only. And he always nags me to sleep early and wake up early. Sigh sighs...Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-44885326697922882282009-03-05T22:57:00.002+08:002009-03-05T23:29:24.926+08:00I'm Dreaming of Hokkien MeeWow, almost a month since I last blogged. A rather depressing post at that somemore. I thought time flies only when I'm really busy. Well I guess I'm wrong. Time flies even faster when I'm "free". This term is supposedly pretty relaxed for me, taking only 3 modules (plus one extra audit class) and no more accounting mod (HALLELUJAH!!). But it's because I'm so free that I often spend my time doing things that takes time with no particular result, like watching drama, read manga, sleep, flog-surfing, reading books or going out with friends. Sometimes I really have no idea what I've been doing. I'd wake up in the morning and then do those stuff and bam! it's midnight already ^^"<br /><br />Anyways, time flies so fast that it's almost the end of week 9 of school. Just ended my Strategy mid-term this afternoon. Oh-em-gee. I kinda screwed up a bit. Everybody, and i mean EVERYBODY, has the correct answer for the essay part except moi. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really stupid or just plain idiotic. Gosh...<br /><br />Though I was a little dizzy, due to lack of sleep, I went to join Shan, Pris and Hans for dinner after class to accompany the 2 <span style="font-style: italic;">angmohs</span> staying at my bro's place. "Bring them eat Singapore food lor", Shan said.<br /><br />Good thing I went with them. I was able to forget about that cursed mid-term and satisfied my craving for Chomp Chomp's hokkien mee. Yes, I think chomp chomp sells the best hokkien mee in the whole Singapore. Yumm! Ate other delish stuff too, like carrot cake, rojak, chicken wing, satay etc. All the fattening but happy-mood-inducing goodies. My headache was no more and my stomach is a happy organ tonight :D<br /><br />The 2 <span style="font-style: italic;">angmohs</span> are called Ricky and Robert (I think? Didn't properly intro ourselves) btw. Met Ricky before in Jakarta at my bro's wedding. They're Americans doing missionary work in Thailand. So, stories shared during dinner were bound to be really interesting. We talked about lotsa things from tranvestite (like duh, it's thailand), to our old mission trip village Bee Yew Ta, to smoking weed (eh?), to Robs living in a ranch (I had images of those ranches from Indiana Jones type o' movie) with horses and guns (o.O) and other random stuff. All those stories made me really really wanna go travel around the world like them.<br /><br />And so... that brings me to my problem - should I go US or Eastern Europe?? And and and, the bigger problem is - how to earn lotsa money in a short time??? No suggestion of prostitution please. If it's a viable option, I'd have done it. Anyone feeling rich to give me some dosh? Please? Pretty please??? ^^Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-54358070429076983312009-02-08T09:57:00.007+08:002009-02-08T11:06:25.664+08:00I Can't Think of an Appropriate TitleI have been thinking for the longest time if I should write this post. Even though blogs are like personal journal/diary, which means that I'm able to write anything I want in here, I know other people are reading and so the content may affect them. I really don't mean to discourage people, but I figured I'm not the confrontation kinda person and I really can't say no to people. Even if I said no, I'll feel bad for rejecting afterwards. So I'm finally writing this post so not only can I think more clearly (I somehow can make a decision better once I write it down), but for <span style="font-style: italic;">certain people</span> to stop pestering me.<br /><br />To be honest, I've long forgotten the meaning of having a religion. In fact, I'm really tired trying to be a goody goody christian that I'm not. Of course, I did try to be a good christian. But at the end of the day I feel everything is meaningless. Coming to church has become a chore, an unbearable chore. It disgusts me to come to a place where people keep preaching to be good, to love one another, to forgive, blah blah blah...you know the drill, when in actuality the place is teeming with hypocrites. Bloody f***ing hypocrites.<br /><br />They smile, they preach, they shake your hand and sometimes even hug you, when I know fully well all the "unchristian" things they've done. They gossip about mean things, they backstab people, they malign, or they form groups where they would bitch about one another. The adults who kept telling kids to act in christ-like manners are the very same people that commit "sinful" acts. Sometimes their obsession to be a "good christian" turn them to be the very <span style="font-style: italic;">Pharisees</span> that they preach us not to be. They kept saying, "let's pray!", "let's read our bible!", "let's try to get people to come to church!" etc, so much that everything not christian becomes a bad BAD thing.<br /><br />If we play some game on sabbath, tho it's supposedly to christian games, they'd say, "oooh we shudn do that on sabbath", or "how can you drink coke? it's got caffeine!", "oh no, the person that drink coke is actually a pastor *exaggerated gasp*!", "rock music is EVILLL!" yadda yadda yadda.<br /><br />Then i observe they don't pay offerings, they wear earrings, they wear slack clothes to church and they do other things (which I'd rather not mention cuz it'll pretty obvious who i'm referring to) that I thought should/shouldn't be done as a "christian".<br /><br />Religion becomes a laundry list of do's and don't's. More often than not I get confused, so what the hell/heaven/nirvana (whichever you have the most affinity with) are we supposed to do really? Sit down one corner and read our bible and, whole day long, and go out to streets and preach, "Jesus is coming soon. Repent all you SINNERS!"? There's gotta be more to christianity.<br /><br />As much as I hate hating people, I really don't wanna hate God. Often I find myself reasoning with myself to give religion another chance, but now i seem to have used up my inventory of reasons. I don't understand what God has in store for me anymore (not that I've known before actually). It feels that he's a really troublesome friend who refuse to tell me what he wants. The kind who don't talk much despite your incessant questioning of what he wants and you decide you'll stop questioning and do what you think is good enough. But then it's never good enough and he gets angry at you and do mean things and you're left wondering, "what did I do wrong?"<br /><br />Yes I know we are supposedly able to get the answers from the bible. But circumstances sometimes just prevent you to be THE perfect christian, you know. It says love your enemy and forgive for 70x7 times. Let me tell you, I have this person that I hate so very very much that the word hate is a gross understatement. I forgave him many times, definitely more than 490 times, feels more like a gazillion times. I tried to give reasons for his horrible behaviours. I tried to be nice. I tried to put the past wrongdoings behind. I tried, God knows. But he is just sooo incorrigible. It seems that it angers him to see me happy. He hurt people I care about, physically and mentally. And when they say words is sharper than swords, it's true. He just love saying mean things and leave me wounded. And get this, he is a supposedly devout christian who keeps preaching what the bible says and that we shud do this and that. After all the hurtful things he did, you think I can still love him?<br /><br />It's tiring to keep up with that list. It's stifling to be restricted by all those rules. I have friends who don't have religion and they are really nice, much nicer sometimes than those "christians". At the very least, they are not hypocrites. Of course, I've some good friends in church and I've no intention to sever our friendships just because I'm done with church. My opinion towards religion has nothing to do with my friendships. If it's not because of the possibility of being disown, I'd have left the church. I tried, heaven knows, but I guess like some relationships this one just doesn't work out.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-54611887404824658732009-01-26T22:07:00.010+08:002009-01-27T00:03:04.535+08:00I Have a New Addiction...... and it's called <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >flumpool</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z104/eventhestars3/koiyake/081024overtherainpv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 272px;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z104/eventhestars3/koiyake/081024overtherainpv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />flumpool is a four-man J-band: Ryuuta Yamamura (Voc & Gu), Kazuki Sakai (Gu), Genki Amakawa (Ba), and Seiji Ogura (Dru). They're pretty new to the J-music scene having been formed only in early 2007 and I think released their first single in early 2008. Their mini album "Unreal", released late last Dec, has gotta be one of the best J-album for the year 2008 IMHO!<br /><br />They started humbly by singing at subway stations (i think when they were only 3-man band, ie sans the drummer, called "cube"). But they rise to fame pretty quickly. They have already has the highest selling debut act of 2008 in Japan; with only 2 digital singles & 1 mini-album to their name (which has almost sold 200k). <strong></strong>Not surprising, really, since they have got real good music.<br /><br />Another thing that attracted me to this band besides their good music is that their vocalist is real cute! *swoons*LOL...<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/flumpool" target="_blank"><img style="width: 207px; height: 162px;" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o74/deeanbanzai/l_a2f3480ddcfd218fdfe5dac7051dbca4.jpg" alt="flumpool Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I mean, hey, not many good J bands have got good-looking frontman. Among my fav bands, think only Larc~en~ciel (Hyde-sama!) and Uverworld have ikemen vocalists. if you wanna see ikemen, go listen to Johnny boys, but unfortch they can't really sing. So yea, it's definitely a plus for my viewing pleasure.<br /><br />Anyways, back to their music. Their mini album has 10 songs, which includes 2 instrumentals, which kinda make it pseudo-singles. Out of the 8 songs, my fav are (in order of fav, 1 being best):<br />1. Hana ni Nare<br />2. 春風 (harukaze)<br />3. labo<br />4. Over the rain~Hikari no Hashi~<br /><br />3 and 4 are kinda in a tie. And all 4 songs are pretty different from each other, which is nice.<br /><br />Their song "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Over the rain ~Hikari no Hashi~</span>" was used as the closing song of the drama Bloody Monday (it's a must-watch show!), which I've only finished watching last week and it's where I've first heard of them. Didn't check the song out straight away cuz I don't really like melancholic songs and drama songs usually reminds me of the drama itself and despite BloMo being a good drama, it's not sth I wanna be reminded of often. But it's still a good slow song, tho sometimes somehow it makes me feel sad.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hana ni Nare</span> is without a doubt my fav! I like it the moment I hear the song. Dunno how to classify it, but it's kinda rock-ish? Love the string music arrangement in the beginning. It gives a perfect intro to the song. And Kazuki harmonize Ryuuta perfectly, maybe cuz they're like childhood friends.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zyF9MwqZOE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zyF9MwqZOE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Their latest song, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Harukaze</span>, is a lovely slow rock. The lyrics are really sweet too. It's a perfect song to listen to on a long bus/train ride, preferably with nice view outside, just like in the video (:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">labo</span> didn't become instant fav.It's like a mix of rock, jazz and punk, i think haha... But the more I listen to it, the more I like it although it's got pretty weird lyrics. Oh and I love the video. It's pretty cool and I love the way Ryuuta groove to the beat.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lEU8bHsTsY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lEU8bHsTsY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And saving the best for the last, I present you the cover for Unreal!!<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5PNQrB9jATFGD7e1_1RXtJn5RYdOfh-f4R1bu8p5zsQEUUuMdBbdKKMdP0ySR8kOGqgDMNrEQCQFCDhnA_iZsl6aUpuglAk898u7mmc5ndcg-scFyapJ6Oipwf-nULU13HrXjOyPYes/s1600-h/flumpool+unreal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5PNQrB9jATFGD7e1_1RXtJn5RYdOfh-f4R1bu8p5zsQEUUuMdBbdKKMdP0ySR8kOGqgDMNrEQCQFCDhnA_iZsl6aUpuglAk898u7mmc5ndcg-scFyapJ6Oipwf-nULU13HrXjOyPYes/s320/flumpool+unreal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295614635486175026" border="0" /></a><br />I bet it will go straight to censorship if they ever bring this album to Singapore. Ryuuta said that it portrays their new entrance to the entertainment world or something like that. And the title Unreal is is also something like their surreal shot to fame and that fans are to decide if the pics are real or digitally modified. I say (and D too) that Ryuuta has got some nice, perky butts there hohoho...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/flumpool" target="_blank"><img style="width: 383px; height: 196px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr320/vivienne_yui/title4.jpg" alt="flumpool Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />It's pretty hard to get their pics. So be happy I've found these drool-worthy piccas!<br /></div></div>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-46359255974460649492009-01-25T12:27:00.004+08:002009-01-25T23:27:36.218+08:00Snippets of the Week<span style="font-style: italic;">Snippet 1</span><br /><br />Krish and I were lamenting how the economic recession has affected everyone. Watched in Channelnewsasia that KP is having a salary cut of 7.5% (that's alot since usually pay increment in Spore is only like, what 10-20%?). Luckily it only affects the manager level and up. If they dare cut my already meager future salary, I think I'd rather bum around at home LOL...<br /><br />Anyways, so there we were sighing on a beautiful blue-skied afternoon how we have to be mindful how we spend our money. Occasional trips to resto or nice cafe will have to be postponed and we have to be contented with meals in Koufu or Kopitiam. But then Krish said something pretty interesting. He said something like it is exactly the fact that people are tightening their belts that the recession is getting from bad to worse. Think about it, the lesser people spend, the lesser consumption there will be. Less consumption means less production and less income/profit for the producing industry. So companies have to cut somemore wage to cut cost. Which means, people will spend even lesser now that they have lower wage. And the cycle goes on.<br /><br />Therefore, Krish suggested that we should contribute more to the economy. Spend more! More spending --> more consumption --> more production --> more income for companies --> (hopefully) salary increment for employees!<br /><br />Brilliant isn't it? Never really thought about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Snippet 2</span><br /><br />I think my interest in anything Japanese has somewhat become an addiction. I have to watch j-drama like once a day (cuz i'm still somewhat free, considering it's only the end of week 3 of school) and I had no idea who katy perry is or if britney has won can't-remember-how-many awards during MTV VMA last year. Instead, my mp3 is now filled with J songs. But still, I only fill it with my fav artists only. I dunno every crowing peeps in the J music scene, mind you. If I wake up early enough, I'd tune in to XFM 96.3, which ends its J segment at 9 am (unfortch, I hardly catch it since I wake up around 9 am haha...).<br /><br />Oh and have I told you I'm taking Japanese mod? Heheh... It's an extra mod since I've already fulfilled my 39 credits requirement. The class is pretty fun, the teacher's really sweet. Very typical Japanese lady. But it's pretty slow-paced. I already know phrases and my vocab isn't too bad (according to Kit). But I know nuts about writing. So yea, I'm just hanging in there for the sake of the writing part.<br /><br />Dawn and I got kinda excited being able to read the hiragana writings on the food packagings during our trip to Daiso. When I reached home I showed off my newly learned skill to mom. She was a little bit impressed only (mayb partly cuz jap is one of her least favourite language), and she just said, "Oh you know how to read huh? But do you understand what you're reading?"<br /><br />Dang.. -_-<br /><br />Anyways, when the usual gp of us (read: dawn, kit and I) were hanging out at koufu, Kit said that I should change my blog to j-drama, movie and music review blog cuz I seem to know the J entertainment world more than her despite the fact that she's stayed in the land of the rising sun itself for a year. Haha... Yea mayb she's right. I mean I do know what year many of the actors/actresses were born and some other little-known facts of some artists. But then again, just like my many other addictions, this addiction will sooner or later die, although it's definitely not anytime soon. So yea, from now on, I guess I will do some reviews when I feel like it. So ya, look forward to it ya! (:Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-24395611073697369012009-01-22T15:10:00.003+08:002009-01-22T15:17:23.842+08:00Global Warming EffectI don't know about others, but I'm kinda loving this particular global warming effect on Singapore weather. The usual hot and humid Singapore with high cloud cover has become windy in the afternoon with pretty clear blue sky and cooling (sometimes even cold) with clear starry sky. Yep, starry sky! I have never seen so many stars on a Singapore sky in my 9 years' life here. Mom's pretty happy too with the weather too since the laundry dry faster.<br /><br />Yes, I'm lovin this weather. I do hope it's not short-lived *crossfingers*Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-76561313134277617142008-12-31T15:45:00.005+08:002008-12-31T16:06:14.996+08:00Niji (虹) by Aqua TimezThis song has been on repeat on my iTunes for the past few days. I really love it! It has a happy tune and nice lyrics too. First heard of Aqua Timez when they sing the opening song for Bleach. The lead singer reminds me of the lead singer from Home Made Kazoku, only with higher-pitched voice. Cute heheh...<br /><br />This song is used as the ending song for Gokusen 3. Very apt song for Gokusen series. The drama itself is ok lah. They kinda recycle the story, like Gokusen 2. Some parts are still pretty funny, but I watch mainly for Miura Haruma and for some brainless jokes before school starts and my brain have to be on full force again heh...<br /><br />Btw if you are a Miura's fan, watch him in Bloody Monday. He acts really well there. He's a pretty good actor for his age IMO. I'm suspecting he'll be the next Oguri Shun. The two of them are so cute together in Binbo Danshi.<br /><br />In the meantime, I present Niji by Aqua Timez...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amtie7TuKfI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amtie7TuKfI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Romaji</span><br />daijoubu dayo miagereba mou<br />daijoubu hora nanairo no hashi<br />yatto onaji sora no shita de waraeru ne<br /><br />kutsu himo wo musubi naosu toki kaze ga bokura no sanaka wo osu<br />sora ga koboshita hikari no mukou ni ano yume no tsuzuki wo egakou<br />hidari mune no oku ga takanaru kitai to fuan ga myaku wo utsu<br />hontou ni daijoubu kana subete nori koete yukeru kana<br /><br />daijoubu dayo miagereba mou<br />daijoubu hora nanairo no hashi<br />namida wo nagashi kiru to sora ni kakaru<br />nee mieru desho haruka kanata ni<br />boku nimo mieru kimi to onaji no<br />futatsu no sora ga ima hitotsu ni naru<br />yatto onaji sora no shita de waraeru ne<br /><br />betsubetsu no sora wo motte umareta kioku wo utsushi dasu sora<br />kimi niwa kimi no monogatari ga ari boku no shiranai namida ga aru<br />moshikashitara boku ga warau koro ni kimi wa naiteta no kamo shirenai<br />nita you na yorokobi wa aru keredo onaji kanashimi wa kitto nai<br /><br />yakusoku de mirai wo fuchidori kotoba de kazari tsuke wo suru<br />kimi wa tashika na asu wo kitto dare yori hoshigatteta<br /><br />meguru kisetsu no hitotsu no you ni<br />kanashii toki wa kanashii mama ni<br />shiawase ni naru koto wo isoganai de<br />daijoubu dayo koko ni iru kara<br />daijoubu dayo doko nimo ikanai<br />mada hashiri dasu toki wa kimi to issho<br /><br />namida no nai sekai nimo sono hashi wa kakari masu ka ?<br />kabe ni kizamareta rakugaki wa dareka no ji ni yoku niteta<br />kanashimi wo toozakeru koto de kimi wa hashi wo kakeyou to shita<br />keredo ima kasa wo sutete me wo tsuburu<br /><br />daijoubu...<br /><br />daijoubu dayo miagereba mou<br />daijoubu hora nanairo no hashi<br />namida wo nagashi oeta kimi no sora ni<br />nee mieru desho iro azayaka ni<br />boku nimo mieru kimi to onaji no<br />kizuna to iu na no niji ga kakatta ne<br />soshite<br />futatsu no sora ga yatto yatto hitotsu ni natte<br />bokura wo hashiraserunda<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Translation</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’ll be okay, just look up</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, do you see the seven color (rainbow) bridge?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We can finally smile beneath the same sky</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When we re-tie our shoelaces, the wind pushes us forward</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let’s continue our dreams beyond the light that spills from the sky</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My heart beats within my chest, hope and fear pulsate through my veins</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wonder if it’s really okay, I wonder if I can make it through it all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’ll be okay, just look up</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, do you see the seven color (rainbow) bridge?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s formed in the sky by the tears you shed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, I know you can see it in the distance</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can see it too, same as you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our two skies now become as one</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We can finally smile beneath the same sky</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We were born with different skies, skies that reflect our memories</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You have your own story and tears I know nothing about</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I might have been smiling at the same time you were crying</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There may be similar kinds of happiness, but I doubt that for sadness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You place a border on the future with ‘promises’ and adorn it with words</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I’m sure you wanted a guaranteed tomorrow more than anyone</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like a single season that goes by</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Let your sad times remain sad</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don’t rush to turn them into happiness</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, I’m here for you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When it’s time to run, I’ll still run together with you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Would that bridge form in a world without tears?”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The graffitti scrawled on the wall resembled someone’s handwriting</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You wanted to build a bridge to get away from sadness</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But now I close my eyes and toss my umbrella away</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’ll be okay, just look up</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s okay, do you see the seven color (rainbow) bridge?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Look up in your sky that has cried all of its tears</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, I know you can see it shining brightly</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can see it too, same as you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The rainbow of our bond has formed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And now</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our two skies will finally, finally become as one</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And get us to run</span>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-87181233539943100672008-12-31T15:00:00.002+08:002008-12-31T16:06:34.970+08:0031.12.2008Exactly 9 hours to the new year, tho for the Adventists, we are only 4 hours away from the new year.<br /><br />So many things had happened, good things as well as bad. Being superstitious, I thought 2008 would be a breeze. But I was wrong. Personally I had the worst, I really mean WORST term of my uni life. I never had felt so scared of failing before. But thank God, tho the grades hurt my GPA a lot, I didn't fail. I'm just crossing my fingers that KPMG won't revoke my contract ^^"<br /><br />Globally, shit happened too. What with the investment banks crumbling one after another. Studying in a business school, to work in banks or to be an investment banker seemed to be the common dream. Alas, the current the economy dashed some people's hopes. The headlines on the newspaper paint a bleak future. "The economic recession is nigh!" people say, or is it already here? I don't know. I don't really read the newspaper. Well, as they say, ignorance is bliss.<br /><br />As usual, the pessimistic me always start with the negatives. But yes, there are good things. Small small ones, but many. I can't recall all of them one by one but still, I was and am thankful for them. Thanks to the recency effect, or simply cuz I've short memory, the things I can remember are limited.<br /><br />Anyways, whenever I'm thankful about something, it always involve my friends. I'm glad I've people that I can complain to, listen to my bitchings and my anxiety. Like during my BSM trip, I'm really grateful for the many new friends made, and a couple of really good friends made. They made the nasty things bearable.<br /><br />Oh and my bro got married! It's a bit sad tho since it means that when my sis go back to Thailand and my bro lives with his wife, I'll be the only one left for my dad to be ordered around. Sighs... but well, guess I'm happy for my bro since my dad will stop nagging him to get married. Haha... "Hope to see little Tamps soon!" my friend said excitedly. Amen to that.<br /><br />December was a action-packed. 3/4 of it were spent overseas. It was filled with rush to get from one point to another, thanks to the BSM trip and my bro's wedding. Really exhausting but fun nonetheless. It's also the first time since I hit the big TWO O that I get to spend my birthday in Singapore. I spent it bumming around tho, since I was so tired from the BSM trip.<br /><br />Oops, I've to go to church soon. So I guess I'll end my post here. I'll tell the stories from my BSM trip and my bro's wedding another time (depends if I don't feel lazy :P).<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HA</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PP</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">N</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">E</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">W Y</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">E</span>AR</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">PEE</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">PS!!</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">(:</span></span><br /><br /></div><br />PS: As a bonus, I'll post up this super nice song titled Niji (Rainbow) by Aqua Timez.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-61442267641851598682008-11-21T18:03:00.004+08:002008-11-21T18:22:16.498+08:00Think SMoo is Great? Think Again.Week 14 MSN nicks.<br /><br />And it shows only a fraction of the SMoo peeps. I've SMoo Indons, SMoo juniors, SMoo bsm etc... and their nicks are pretty much as sad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF8TA8UKh33_33hGaTSVwtsp3KXnZPc8cmU8Zh0nHXmSwE2xehnawPw0BFFTeNEdnyz0o2d_9ja8uKHxOKQ7hgQ2yoOLMyQVx-7quOL59aU6HVW9nKIpjMozGteT91hznnQ-mk6xE_28/s1600-h/blogmsn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF8TA8UKh33_33hGaTSVwtsp3KXnZPc8cmU8Zh0nHXmSwE2xehnawPw0BFFTeNEdnyz0o2d_9ja8uKHxOKQ7hgQ2yoOLMyQVx-7quOL59aU6HVW9nKIpjMozGteT91hznnQ-mk6xE_28/s400/blogmsn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271053289618075138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5YbHNQKQo-rl4RhcWAe0xMDMwuanfoVxrWLhp-ptLZvTZcn14jh89RYigAF_iXAyfK_eqqungS4CYuVUtzTzv5EFdlF7hkV3-OVGXRjbq9DUDl0sQKfPlscxPRJsogba_rfA9rX0f1Q/s1600-h/blogmsn.jpg"><br /></a>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-74981422793954919982008-11-17T20:14:00.003+08:002008-11-17T21:04:42.868+08:00I dunno how to title my post, so i'll leave it blank.<br /><br />School has been horrible. Another test with horrible grade. No horrible doesn't cut it. It's too god-awful, I dunno how to describe it. It's the worst mark I've ever gotten and am sure it's worse than any mark anyone would have ever gotten. It's THAT bad. And then there are never-ending projects and people tend to get cranky when deadlines are nearing, arguments (sometimes unfriendly) becomes abound.<br /><br />I'm just glad most of my deadlines are over. Left exams and one more report to finish. I can't say I'm proud of the results that I've received so far and I can only cross my fingers for those results that are yet to come.<br /><br />SY showed me this video from Avenue Q, titled "It sucks to be me". You can Youtube it. Sometimes i do feel it really sucks to be me. Often I ask when things happen, "Why me God?"<br /><br />Sometimes I feel God is being really unfair. I do admit God grants wishes, but somehow I feel He's only granting small wishes, like when I ask for bus/cab to quickly come. But when it comes to things I really really REALLY want, He doesn't give. And I don't think my wishes are those selfish ones like asking God to make me richer, prettier, slimmer etc. Sometimes I even gave God reasons why my wishes should be granted. And I tell you, those reasons are reasonable.<br /><br />When things are going really tough, I kinda become determined to be depressed. Refuse to smile, refuse to eat, refuse to be nice to ppl, refuse to talk to ppl and just lock myself in my room with rock music blasting my ears off. Anyways, when ur feeling like shit, it IS a chore to smile to ppl. Maybe I'm doing all that to let people know that I am depressed and that I should be pitied.<br /><br />But somehow, I find it too troublesome to keep up such acts. And it's kinda like a circular thing, the more I show my depression, the more depressed and frustrated I become. Besides I am grateful for some friends that I have. Grateful for their non-judgemental attitude. "So you failed your tests, so you are a loser, so what?" they say.<br /><br />I'm glad I can have a good hearty laugh with them without thinking, "Oh no, I shouldn't be laughing. How can I be so carefree when I just failed my test?"<br /><br />When day-in day-out I'm surrounded with people who are forever bloody concerned with their academic achievements, I'm glad I've friends who can so freely tease one another, "owned" one another, make themselves look super silly and have a good laugh out of it, where I can make a fool out of myself without them looking at me with condescending eyes. Tho I can only enjoy such moments only 1 day out of the 7 days I have in a week, I am really grateful for it.<br /><br />And yes, tho I do feel angry at God at times, I've to admit He does keep me sane in this crazy world. I do pray that He keeps this optimism in me so I can go through each day, to keep on living.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-21239877001161949492008-11-07T12:08:00.003+08:002008-11-07T12:27:23.278+08:00LOST MY AFA BOOK!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ok that's it. I.am.just.so.fucking.pissed.right.now!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Left my favorite blue Fila shoes bag, with my AFA book and my brand new shoes inside on Monday night in SESS GSR. Then when i went to check the room on Tuesday morning, it was already gone. Checked with security guards and cleaner aunties, nope, they didn't see any shoes bag. Then asked for CCTV viewing, they "</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana; color: black;">regret to inform you that after carrying out our investigations, we are unable to get any findings on your reported lost items".<br /><br />Regret my fucking arse! Did you even try? There are 2 bloody CCTVs outside the friggin' room and you tell me you are not able to get anything? HELLOW? Are you all blind? what's the point of having CCTVs if they can't capture the necessary images. Or don't tell me those stupid CCTVs are just there for a show. Wah, so much for the security in Smoo. So much for paying tens of thousands of dollars for the useless facilities (not to mention the suicide-inducing education system)<br /><br />OMG i am just so dead. i got a bloody AFA quiz next Tuesday and I haven't finished studying and now the book's gone. Just to let you know, it is IMPOSSIBLE to re read everything now that exam's in 2 weeks' time. Oh btw, i failed my first quiz, so I suppose I should just continue my failing streak. Great. Fantastic. My life is so perfect now. Everything's going according to what I want. Woo hoo! HAAAAALLELUJAH!!<br /><br /><br /><br />PS:<br />To whoever stole my stuff:<br /><br />I hope you're happy. You have made a girl so friggin happy right now that she's lost sleep, spent day in day out wondering around SESS building, asking strangers here and there to find her precious book. I hope you get ur just dessert. Just don't let me find you. If I do, i'll make sure I slap your face so hard, your face swollen thrice the normal size. If you're a guy, I'm gonna kick your friggin' <span style="font-style: italic;">didi </span>SOOOO HARD that you can say goodbye to your future kids. If you're a girl, hmm that's harder, well at least I'm gonna embarrass you enough that you wish you disappear from the face of the earth. I hope you die a horrible death you KNNCCB!!<br /><br /><br />Yea, life is great. So great.<br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span>Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-31876172683131509422008-11-05T09:22:00.001+08:002008-11-05T10:00:28.695+08:00The Cheap Thrills Aren't So Cheap After AllNever have I experienced such a tough term in SMoo. Even the word 'tough' is such a gross understatement. True, each of the 6 terms that I've had has been tough, hectic and full of frustration. But this time I really feel like the water is all the way up to my neck.<br /><br />Bombarded with works and demands left right back centre top bottom. I'm drowning in all these 'things to do' and I have no frickin' idea how to save myself. I don't see anyone in sight that I can shout for help to. No life buoy in sight either. Even the people I regarded as good friends have betrayed me. So bloody frustrating!<br /><br />I tried to be optimistic, but every time I thought things are going a-ok after all the efforts done, all the late nights, then No, they are actually major flops. Failed tests, failed projects, re-do, more research, more writings to do. Don't people need a life? When the hell all these gonna stop?!? And worst, I'm doing all these for a degree that I don't even want. FUCKIN SHIT i tell u!<br /><br />"You should thank me that you got into SMoo, where 100% of its graduates a job and they get paid well" he said.<br /><br />Thank you??? You want me to thank you?!? You gave the least help when I need it the most. And you made those useless comments that you should've just kept in your fucking little shitty mouth. And who cares about money when everyday I just feel like gulping potassium cyanide.<br /><br />You don't even show a little bit of proudness when I told you I got a job. Not even a tiny little glimmer of proudness. Why? The company not famous enough? Pay not big enough? Job title not <span style="font-style: italic;">zai</span> enough for you to brag to your friends? It's ok. I feel it's not something to be proud of either, not when others can easily get twice or thrice the amount in some swanky big banks with some high-class-sounding job title. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. Never shown you any straight-As report card and the 5 Cs (it's 6 now) that I've collected aren't the same Cs that you want me to give you.<br /><br />Oh wells, blame myself for being able to be swayed easily, to have believed those empty promises. I guess at the end of they day, I have only myself to blame for all these.<br /><br />Oh wells, <span style="font-style: italic;">c'est la vie</span>. I'll just have to psyche myself up. Delusion myself that everything will turn out fine. Do my best. Smile. Be happy. Yea, whatever.Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-8752662321505601832008-10-17T11:40:00.006+08:002008-10-17T12:08:11.434+08:00Freedom to Choose?Was just wondering. Actually was reading AFA when my thoughts drifted away. It always happen. Anyways, was just wodnering the meaning of having a freedom to choose. The real meaning, of course.<br /><br />It's funny how preaches always say that God has given us the freedom to choose. It's funny because if we choose to do something that is not in line with what God wants us to do, we suffer a consequence. For example, we can choose to be a goody-2-shoes or be a total jackass. But of course, God will bless the goody-2-shoes and not the jackass, right? Unless of course the jackass repents. But repentance is an entirely different thing and we shall keep this topic short and simple here.<br /><br />It always happen, to me at least, when I do bad things I will suffer the horrible consequence almost immediately. Really. But I won't give you instances, cuz I ain't proud of my sins. So, if I want good things to happen to me, I have NO choice but to be a good girl right? I mean, who doesn't want good things ot happen to them. Even those super emo kids who claims they don't need God's blessings or good things to happen to them, deep deep down they must long for good things. That's irrefutable.<br /><br />Ok I know that "God gives rain to both bad and good guys", which implies God's blessings is for everyone. But then again, why do we say "you will get your just dessert" to the baddies? which implies that if we do bad things, we get bad things.<br /><br />So applying my Analytical Skill, I shall attempt to make a proposition (is it what it's called? can't remember. sold my AS bk already)<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Since good things happen to good people, we HAVE to be a good person<br />if we want good things to happen to us.</strong></em></blockquote><br />"Have to" implies a MUST, which implies the lack of alternatives. So... what's that freedom to choose are we talking about again?Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040282352812296880.post-59997425752274268052008-10-15T12:46:00.009+08:002008-10-17T12:07:38.708+08:00Life<span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>泥だらけよ 馴染めない都会で<br />同じように笑えない うつむいて歩いたの<br />急ぎ足で すれ違う人たち<br />「夢は叶いましたか?」<br />アタシまだモガいている<br /></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>In the familiar, dirty city<br />We walked with our heads down, unable to laugh in the same way<br />People hurry past<br />“Has your dream come true?” I’m still struggling<br /><br />陽のあたり場所に出て<br />両手を広げてみたなら<br />あの空 越えてゆけるかな?<br />なんて思ったんだ<br />飛び立つ為の翼 それは<br />まだ見えない<br />カンタンに 行かないから 生きてゆける<br /></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>I went out to a place where the sun shone and held out my arms<br />And thought “Could I cross the sky?”<br />I still can’t see any wings to fly with<br />It’s because it’s not simple that I can go on living<br />~ Life by Yui</em></span></blockquote></span><br />I listened with amusement to the guest speaker last nite. He's a big shot in a big hotels and resort company.<br /><br />When he was talking to us, he said we looked so tired (damn right, we were), but he also said we "ain't seen nothing yet." He said working world is way tougher and we better start working hard early. He recalled his experience of having to make calls in the wee hours, working on London hours and coming back to work on sundays and stuff like that.<br /><br />Then i went to the company's career webpage and one of the advantage of working in that co that the brochures is proudly saying is having a "work-life balance". I'm sure not having enough sleep and forgoing my weekends is part of "work-life balance".<br />T'hat's amusement #1<br /><br />Then he also said that he didn't work hard when he was young and that he only realised that he should start working hard when he was in his thirties. But earlier he mentioned that he was a scholar who graduated with a law degree.<br /><br />Uh huh, mister. I'm so sure that getting scholarship and a law degree doesn't require much hardship. I believe you.<br />That's amusement #2<br /><br />Life is funny right. Oh crap, i better start studying my AFA again and stop complaining cuz I "ain't see nothing yet".Just.Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888179214649520383noreply@blogger.com0