` miles to go

Someone please teach me how to use the "liquify" tool in Photoshop please! I'm not obsessed with looking thin like one of those uh skinny bitches but yeah la. See my new profile picture my face so round. Yes I know my face naturally round but wahsai that one really over do the roundness. :( :( I that round ke? Don't ask me to take that picture down cos it's so pink-ed up, it matches my blog colour theme (which I uh didn't realise I had, to start with). Eh. Don't get me wrong. I don't really care about how I look, I don't. I just like to whine and wanna look thinner but I refuse to put in enough (if not even any) effort. Why Michelle, why? But it's quite hard not wanting to be one of those skinny bitches la right? And I don't imply that if you're skinny, that you're a bitch. It's just a term for well, not-so-thin people like me to, well, term, skinniER people. Haha. Stupid boutique clothes all so smalllllllllll. Peps! Seriously, all this media and the power of it just amazes me. I never thought that I'd come to a day where I would admit to wanting to becoming one of those SBs. I'm just gonna go on ranting so yeah. Better stop about the SBs here.

Courtesy to Google.

I damn unfit.

Run, no, jog, no WALK ALSO TIRED. hahahaha. The poor adults were either momentarily traumatized or indefinitely scarred for life by the amount of noise we were making. Sigh. But there was so many of us. It's quite hard trying to retain restriction when there's just one of us. Nearly twenty of us? Drama wama. EH JO-ANN, you don't complain okay. 7.30am but we got us Ikeaaaa.

Kathlyn won't jog la. She'll just ballet here way through.
*snorts*

Eh why everyone has stamina of some sort?
Oh Mikey was the best. Teman me uh. walk?
Back pain kononnya.

Jenny Hong's soya bean with them while Joshua kept going "my car is just there la" *clicks car control. -Five minutes later, it's still the same scenario. His car was nearly where Marc's car was. Waste my energy and effort walking there only. But I forgive you. Cos I must put up with you with the balance of my entire life and that's a very LONG time. Oh and IKEA breakfast, baby. Oh. Not forgetting Marc's car farting a big one into Pat's car. Lol. =_=

"huan ying huan ying, hello good morning! Welcome welcome!"
*waves and bows*

Not forgetting our very uneventful shopping
EH STAMARIA YOU TOO MUCH OKAY.


Then now it's food poisoning, AGAIN.


EH I WAITING FOR YOU TWO TO COME PICK ME I FINISH ONE WHOLE POST ALREADY. 9.30pm ALREADY LA AUNTY *Yawns.


Our all time favourite,
"what you wearing ar?"

Like seriously, must call just to askkkk hahaha.

Pictures tomorrow! :)
(or later before we hit the sacks)

Ps. Masquerade pics are HERE. Someone please tag all the photos?
THANKS YA. :) kiss you.*blech

` miss you nights

Day after exam marked freedom for Michelle despite the piling assignments. I planned to wake up early to get some work done before I spent my day out, but not THAT EARLY. I woke up at 2.30am. Why? Because it was storming outside.

This is an absolutely mild illustration of the scenario outside my window last night.
Picture courtesy to google

Since it was raining pigs and cows last night, the temperature of my room was naturally (literally) colder. It was so cold, it brought back disturbing memories. I slipped on a pair of long sweat pants, socks, another shirt on top, and a thick jumper before going back to hide under my comforter. Apparently it wasn't enough. If you know me, you know how I just can't tahan cold, right? So I tried to 'weather the storm' by turning the air con to 26 degrees; after all, I've already packed on the extra layers. Two minutes later, I knew it was too much to bear. So I ran out to the living room to sleep. Yes, in my long sweat pants, socks, extra shirt and jumper, with no air conditioning or fan, for any circulation of whatsoever. Pathetic much? Yeah. Nevermind. I made it all up. I had uhm. Awesome lunch, tantalizing ice-cream, better stationery shopping, and funkalicious manicure spa.




Okay. I just finished minutes. PEOPLE PRINT MINUTES FOR 7.30AM TOMORROW. JOSHUA YOU BETTER PAY ME. YAH AS IF ANYONE'S GONNA SEE THIS SO LATE. :( waaaaaa..

` who am I to disagree

Japanese English

YAY. Exams are over, for now.

Not so fast Michelle, calm down. Remember all the assignments that are dueeeee?
Sheesh.

Potong.

Ohohoh. It was my blog's first birthday five days agooo. Who would've guessed I would've stuck it out this long.

Hello people, since all (most) of you have Nuffnang, I'm assuming that you're making the kaching-ching $$ out of it. So i'm going to add it to my blog. You see, if you all read my blog, please click click the ads (I don't even know how it works la. Haven't even put it on my layout, but yeah). If you don't read my blog regularly, just come and click click even if you don't wanna read what I have to say about the weather, the trees and the bees outside my window etc etc. Conclusion: Just click click banyak banyak so I can make some side income to cushion all the money I spend eating dim sum buying birthday presents and eating uh... "surprise birthday" dinners. Then you know la, the economic downturn and all, so we all could use some extra shopping spending money, cos everywhere you turn, there's sale, kan? So you click click for me and uh i'll click click for you? Please and thank you. I love you TOO! hahaha.

Bimbo much?

JUST CLICK MY ADS LAH THEN I WON'T BE SO BISING.

okay. Now i'll go try figure out how i'm going to uhm,... add that thing to my blog.

But remember. Click click click okay! :)

No. Seriously, I'll be good till Christmas.
Really...

Well at least i'll try la?

Exams are over so i'm a bit hyper.

People.
7.30 AM ON SATURDAY MORNING
DON'T FORGET OKAY! :)
Don't forget to click click also!



WA DIU I DAMN GEK NOW.
k bai

` you belong to me

I know I can be really square when it comes to music that plays over the radio but seriously, there's this one song - The Show, by Lenka, that is immensely appealing. Her voice's utterly melodious. *geli. But I think comel (cute) would do better as a description, pertaining her voice. Okay. Half of you would have heard it and loved it, while the other half of you would've prolly hated it. Either way, all of you would've already heard it. See. Why am I so un-updated with the current music/movies/news? Oh right. I don't have astro. hahaha. Then again, most of the "now" music's really shit. So forget it. I'm contented. Don't get me wrong. I just like to whine most of the time sometimes.

So you see, in the beginning, God made the twins. No not those two notorious Chinese boys. The other mischievous ones, that came along before them. But somehow or rather, we celebrate birthdays for one at a time. At least for the last two, I think. I can't really remember. So anyway, I was looking for a picture with both of then init, but I had to go through more that 10,000 photos (WHAT?!?) in my iPhoto (YES I'M SERIOUS, and only after I deleted at least 2,000 already), and I ask why my computer is so slow. I surprise myself. So after getting tired of looking, I settled for this la.

Spot 'em twins. :)
Shit was I that fat ar? Why no one tell me?
Oh right. I'm still so fat. =_= Le sigh.

Anyway, last year (i think), we celebrated Karisha's birthday. Why again, wasn't Karina there? I can't exactly remember. Maybe she was home. hmm. I think Ivy organized this one. Was it? I really can't remember. I just happened to stumble upon this picture when I was looking for pictures of all of us.

Last week (or last last week or something like that), it was Karina's surprise birthday party. The boyf was busy busy trying to plan something, and the number of times he changed his mind about the venue, I could've sworn that on the night of the party, he'd have a few people waiting at Souled Out, another few at Jaya 33 and so on. Haha. Anyway, less talk, more pics. Karina's surprise (yes we waited real too long for her to come.) was at Fronterra. I hope I got it right, though. Nigel doesn't have time management skills. *cough. And the food was well, Mexican. Go figure. OH BUT THE CAJUN FISH AND CHIPS WERE AWESOME, THANKS MARC =D

Pictures from Karina's birthday's uploaded on this flickr account I recently set up, okay? AND WHY CAN UPLOAD SO FEW ONLY, I don't know. Apparently I used up like 33% of my monthly storage space already. Wa. :( Does anyone know how to make the size of all the pictures I wanna upload smaller? Like in masses! I don't wanna individually open the files in Photoshop and re save them in smaller sizes. So mafan! :(

I'm starting to feel lazy about typing. So anyway, the pictures from the Masquerade... will... be... posted up... sooon.. You know la... Blogger only so fast. hahaha. Sorry ya. :) *peace. I'm so lazy to talk about the Masquerade Party. It was quite fun I guess OH BUT THE KUEY TEOW SOUP WAS THE AWESOMENESS. :) Why must I always put good food in capital letters? I think I only remember food, like Godpa said. hahaha.

*click for larger view

So anyway, before I go study for my MID TERMS, I will leave you all with a very disturbing picture of when we all used to have shortER hair. I mean, our hair's not long now, but it's definitely longER, yeah? haha. The things we go through in life. This one must have been mid-teen crisis.

But what's more disturbing,
is this.

Ladies running around in little cloth, holding firearms.
Feisty much?
BUT it's so irritating that they all wear the same thing. =_=



Goodnight!
:)


p/s: I just realised my web counter advertises for "India Singles". I haven't clicked it though, don't want to know what I could find there. Hmmmm. hahahahahah.

` material boy

JUST COS YOU EFFING WANT A NEW CAMERA THEN KNNCB MUST GET YOU ONE FOR SOME STUPID VACUOUS EVENT IS IT.

HOW OLD ARE YOU
_I_


FCKING INCONSIDERATE WEYH DAMN YOU.

` shots for the season

Valentines much? :)

Ping Pong's the way to go.

Look what I managed to grab from our NYE gathering. heh.

And yes, I reverted back to my original layout.
Less nuisanse. :)

You're telling me i'm about to win first prize.
Spanish eyes, tequila shots, port wine, KARAOKE and driving home in good shape.

I finally gagged at five in the morning,
after three hours of uncomfortable and cautious sleep.

Feels a whole LOT better.
Thanks for trusting me to drive :)

Just couldn't wake up for church this morning.
I'll see you at six :)

Oh I forgot to add that we started Valentine's day by singing at a wedding
for this pretty lady who refused to walk down the aisle,
till we had to replay the wedding march for her to finally decide to enter.
It was pretty hilarious, actually. heh. Everyone was worried and all
And after the service, the newly weds took some time before they finally
decided to walk out, accompanied by the wedding march.

I'm just being bimbotic about it.
You only get married once, so obviously they were trying to savour the moment la.
heh. :)

And ang paos,
then pan mee + crazy drink.

=_=

Couldn't have had a better day,
`ms. Curiosity

Confucius say "Man who go to bed with itchy backside, wake up with smelly finger"
*in Chinese tone by Marc*

` second in line

Some photos I randomly picked since I suddenly realized I could put them in like collage looking things. haha. Damn easy. I'm so lazy to upload one by one man.

Here's some (or most) of the pictures from Mikey's birthday last week (was it?), at Hartamas.

Laura and I were early (as usual) *cough*. Fine. I think we were only early/on-time because Shawn picked us up. So there we go. We were at HSC early. Wait! Before that, while on the way there, we realised that we had forgotten to buy a freaking cake (blunder #1). Shawn and Logan were nice enough to offer to take us back, but yeah. It's k la. We were already there, anyway. Upon getting there, I realised that I left his present (that we bought earlier that morning) at home (blunder #2). Since we were early, we decided to buy the cake from there. You see, Dessert's Bar was right outside Fridays, in HSC , so we decided to buy the cake (oh-my-freaking-big-time-blunder #3). They made an ugly cake that we paid for at the cashier. In the end, they compromised and gave us a new cake (so I will not bad mouth them and say don't make cake purchases at Dessert's Bar at HSC *hint hint) *shudders. I seriously think that Mikey has this thing with birthday cakes. Last year we bought him a cake, the people at Secret Recipe screwed it up too. Aih. You and cake just not meant to be.

I don't think the girls were planning to let you forget how old you were turning. Haha. Twenty big fat candles on that little cake. Heh.

Click to enlarge

Haha. On top, I added "Read ** below" cos this is a must-hear/must-know. At Fridays, it is second-nature for them to go and sing all those funky birthday chants and all; finally, the waiters will make you stand on the chair, then give a "speech" right? So they put Mikey up there, then (BIGGEST BLUNDER OF THE NIGHT AHEAD!) they asked him to drink the ketchup from the bottle that he was holding as his pretend mike. Omgsh. These things are not the things you ask a YR grad to do cos they'd just do it. Straight away, Mikey put the ketchup bottle into his mouth and all the waiter's eyes (as good as) popped outta their heads. Poor thing. The fella who asked Mike to do it grabbed the bottle and started wiping it. haha. But seriously, here's a heads up. I don't think the bottles are uncontaminated. *shrugs. Thank goodness I don't take ketchup. Aih Mikey, now I won't go to Fridays anymore. =_= Dirty Fellows.

Note to self: Fridays with these people means a whole group of crazy nuts chanting (more like yelling) together with the waiters. Not so good. People stare. hahaha.

I have no idea what got into me when I decided to wear those reindeer antlers man.
Christmas spirit, maybe? haha.

Okay. Till I decide to upload the pics from my other cameras. haha. Bye babies!

ps. I finally found his A|X cap, 'cept that it's a bit too late. Oh wells. Peace, yo! Happy chap goh meh!

` don`t wanna start

Hello.

You can stop reading now if you’re not prepared for a long-drawn-out, ass of a painstakingly pathetic quibble, which I am about to start. Oh and I’m going to sound like a small kid, and I am hysterical, and there really isn't anything you can do about it. Plus, this is MY blog. Right? Meh!

To you,
You know very well that you can’t help but to read this, then ask me about it. ☺
hah. We’re so alike, we would’ve mistaken each other as best friends! Bullocks, huh? *quivers.

I think that deep down inside, we both know how much we’re so alike; and I’ll wager that it scares you shitless, as it does me. When you see me, you see yourself. Do you think I’m full of myself? I sure hope so. Because that is how we are so very much alike, too. Say, I’m only nice when I need something from you (or anyone else, for that matter). Oh man. That just hit the exact spot. You’re just like that too, baby! Just take a step back, and think. Reflect, and look at your life. Remember these “hmmm. I don’t know the texture. Better go be nice and ask her” or “hmmm. I don’t know how to prepare that do. Maybe I should call her” moments? Oh yes. Hell yes. I have so more that I refuse to acknowledge but we both know that I’m not the only one who is like that, at all. Then again, it is the moments like those, where we pick up bits and pieces of life's lessons. And in your words, it shapes us to be who we are and who we will be. Pathetic much, that they were terrible imprints that i'd very much like to (but can't) ignore.

Truth be told, it genuinely nauseates me to see myself in you, or your actions *shudders*. Wait. Let me rephrase myself. It immensely nauseates me to see you in ME. I think we’ve been friends for to long, yeah? Fyi, any disdain you feel towards me, you actually feel for yourself because, and only because we’re so much alike. It took me 19 bungled years (literally), to realize all this and yuck-ick-ugh-blech-eeew! Too long, I’d say. No thank you, I don’t like you. But time has come. Time for change, I tell myself. I keep telling myself that it’s okay but time and time again, you remind me with your own actions, that we are just the same.

From now, I seek change. Not for anyone, but myself. Because if I were to be anything comparable to you, my friend, I wouldn’t bear with me already. heh. I never want to be anything like you. Never. I hope I never. Honestly, ‘never’ has never played such a big role in my life, ever; so I say now, never, because I would just detest me. Right now, after all these realizations, it has suddenly dawned on me that I can now love myself. Call me a narcissist; I wish I were deserving of that title. I’ll save myself the misery of wanting the title I will never get, yeah?

narcissistic
nar·cis·sism (närs-szm) also nar·cism (-szm)
n.
1. Excessive love or admiration of oneself. See Synonyms at conceit.
2. A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
3. Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one's own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
4. The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.

According to the free Online dictionary.

So I memang tak jadi, trying to fit into those categories. heh.

Oh, in R’s words, I’m saving my damned ass before it gets too sorry for it’s own good. Awh, right? :) Sometimes she says the right thing. Other times she's just bleh. wtf. I don't want to use wrong words.


Ultimately,

It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job, which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

- Quoted from text of President Barack Obama's inaugural address.

In conclusion,

I believe the children are our are future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the childrens laughter remind us how we used to be
Everybody searching for a hero
People need someone to look up to
I never found anyone to fulfill my needs
A lonely place to be
So I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyones shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They cant take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all

And if by chance, that special place
That you've been dreaming of
Leads you to a lonely place
Find your strength in love

Fucking hypocrites who sang this pathetic song. Not Whitney Houston, really. I mean the other people who sing along to it when it plays on radios, or at an event and what not. You know what? I'm not going to feel empathetic for you. But maybe I can afford sympathy. You deserve need it.


With lots of charity,
the bitch.


Meh.