Interview with a Lord

As a representative of the Nanyang Chronicle, I am going to interview Lord Martin Rees, guest speaker from University of Cambridge.

What a FIRST in the life of such a humble civilian like me!!!
And the last time i ever heard of a "lord" was on Gossip Girls

Goodness gracious!

Queen.

So here we stand
In our secret place
With the sound of the crowd
So far away
And you take my hand
And it feels like home
We both understand
It's where we belong

I find triumph in being the "Queen of your heart".
J says i have to stop looking. B says they will come in time.
I think im too occupied for this.

DARWIN VS WILBUR VS FREUD VS KARL MARX

Who do i choose to triumph over my intellectual emotions.

so Paris, where is Nardine?

Time's are really bad with term paper coming up in about 3 weeks.
I thought we just started school?!!!!
but on a lighter side, there are still things in this world apart from Darwin, wilbur and marxist, that never fail to amaze me.

Take this conversation with the babe called Paris/Nardine for example.
I wonder if she's Parisian?
Either the world is warped, or i've been mistaken as a guy yet again.




so there there, a perfect Monday night.
Well, i had a strip-bare-i'll-teach-you-how free tutorial offer, now ain't that a blessing?!

when will you be home?

The roomie has yet to move in.

It's a far cry from what i had at NUS. No late night suppers, no booze, no poker, no laughter.
I've been hanging out on MSN, dishing the dirt on long-lost friends.
Pathetic since most of my friends don't see me as a virtual world person - we mostly talk face-to-face.
the room door is always slightly ajar, along with it carried a glimmer of hope that someone will pop by and say HI.
first encounter with the neighbours was not in any way friendly, in fact it was almost hostile. (why? you 1990 kids?!)
Dodging glances in lecture, not finding the 'libing' of SCI, yes that saddens me.
Hopefully im not running out of good luck yet.
get me a a bottle of Felix Felicis. (liquid luck, if u are a potter fan)





bye bye.

I'll warm your soul with a song.

Away for so long

4 months away from theladysaysso.
Life has been pretty dull since i graduated, filled up with many "grown-up things" to do.
How i miss life back in campus, a small campus - Ngee Ann Polytechnic.
A little something i grab from bakerby.


The last person I saw: My brother
The last person I talked to: Libing
The last person I kissed: My mum, two days ago.
The last song I heard: aqueous oblivion - Libing did i get that right?
The last movie I saw: Ponyo on the cliff by the sea
The last tv program I watched: Rachael Ray show
The last book I read: Essays in love by Alan De botton (or something like that)
The last time I laughed: Last night at Gloria's.
The last time I cried: 7 days ago when sandy left.
The last dream I had: 2 Saturdays ago in Temasek Hall - i dreamt that my mum left me
The last thing I ate: Peanut Butter Waffle
The last thought I had before writing this post: NTU is a forest, how do i NOT get lost.

innate beauty.

Im screaming so loud, can't you hear.

Hello there.

Fall in love with me?

She went away.

It has been nearly 2 months, buried in piles of newspaper, criticisms and the echo of lifeless laughter.
My PR internship is great, and at the same time, just a seemingly vague vision of my future.
God knows how positive.

I know, no, I don't.
I hear you, oh no, maybe I don't.

Because sorrow finds a blank patch, germinates and refuses to leave.
So does emptiness, desire and pride.
"don't let your ego and vanity hurt you."

I'm afraid I have.
Because sometimes we get consume by the darkness, despite being surround by light.
.

after 3 years in Mass Comm.

3 years ago i thought I would be a journalist working in the fashion industry.
At that point of time my favourite magazine was 'Seventeen' - Yea, I was 17.

Fast Forward - 3 years later, I have just finished my last paper for the course - Mass Media in Singapore and Asia.
I hardly read magazines, My best subject is probably Public Relations (keeping my fingers crossed), I have worked with an editorial team (albeit not Seventeen nor fashion related but rather Travel) and I might not end up as a journalist afterall.

Some dreams were dashed, others took on a different route.
One thing hasn't changed;
I am still as determined to get into a local university, since day 1, that did't change, not one bit.

Although I am not as sure (in terms of a 'future') what i would like myself to be,
Im sure things will somehow work out.

well at least, I ofund a group of very dependable friends i'll like to keep for life.

Poppy is a flower's name.

I know times are bad.
But its definitely not an excuse to come up with crappy cheap-looking stuffs.
Take Poppy by Coach...
Lets see how long they will last.









fabsugar, a new on the read-list.

I cant help it.

I tried to hold back but it keeps appearing in my mailbox.
If i could conquer the collection and turn them into an assortment of glittery eyeliner.
Nightbreed is the best friend, and i want to increase the count.

First Love - not too late?

How apt, Adele is playing 'First Love' in the background and im scrolling through webpages and webpages of shoe catalogues.
(Albeit Media Law exam is 9 am tmr.)
Its never too late to announce the arrival of love.

Hello tacky black studded shoe, i hear you calling me, and my toes scream "pedicure!".
Having seem so many cheap-looking versions, Im please to say you fit my bill.



Yes yes, this picture is from Gojane.

V day in 2009.

Li Bing:
"unrequited love was a dress rehearsal."
Tania De Rozario

Tong:
"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages".
William Shakespeare, As You Like It

Happy V-day.

zero tolerance.

I have deleted all of Chris Brown's songs.
I cannot tolerate domestic violence.










Strangling your girlfriend?
Biting her arm?
Slapping her face?

Even if those are rumours, what sparked it?

if love was blind.

Something I got off The New Yorker
Since V-day is just round the corner, it's nice to see something encouraging a.k.a LOVE IS BLIND.
Because sometimes it really is.

Happy advance V-day ya' all!

time warp.

This is how my man will age.





isnt he beautiful?



PIC credit: The Sartorialist

my mum says otherwise.

A short local lunch breaks with my ladies(T,H,Y,L) left me somewhat 'reflective'.
Its like, Im gonna lose them if I dont keep up.
I suppose it was one of those bad days where I was in constant denial, of myself.

I did score a valentine's date with them.
But if i cld have it my way, I'll want them to dump me one night before.
See, i LIKE to see my friends blissfully attached.
Even if i have to endure boyfriend talk - I LIKE.

I hardly shopped and did my usual non-stop bullshit.
it makes me feel 'me', away from the horrors of impending deadlines.
They make me feel safe, happy and warmed up.
Like drinking warm milk and honey while covered up with a warm quilt.

Our detour to TopShop was a huge disappointment (Whats New?!)
Man, I think I should stop being chained like a slave to beauty blogs.
Look at all the pictures i found online, they make topshop's spring/summer collection so enticing.
But when it hits SG, it'll be as good as clothes in bugis village.
The Clone culture in Singapore makes ALOT of clothes look disgusting.





looking forward to the big night out and SG to miraculously transform into style haven.

could it still be me?

I don't understand.
I don't understand why it's so hard to text a reply.

Friends might possibly know of my huge sage with kenneth cheong and seriously, dealing with it was painful.
Even after leaving Panacea, it was painful.
Part the bullying, part how my social skills turn out to be plain lousy (kinda thanks to him telling the whole office.)
I tried to make it more of a joke than anything, less the truth be revealed.
But i have to admit, it was traumatizing and painful.
Because i'll never been hurt so bad before by such a random person, over such a matter.
Its mentally disturbing, the things he did and said and i wish for a resolution.
So much that i texted him.
two times to be exact, hoping that he will reply.

he didnt.
and despite the fact that he hates me to the core (now i've resolved that hatred, just on my side.)
i think professionalism needs to be maintained.
To blatantly ignore me and the sms request was just plain rude.

you know how some things never change?
Its not a matter of character, somethings go beyond that and even professionalism.
Some things, well, its on a personal level.

You accept something, you let go of something and you get something in return, thou not necessarily.

Im just hoping that i can get some kind of resolution from his side, i use to think that I didnt need it.
I think I have to stop deceiving myself, because I need it.
That's why I think about it.
That's why i talked about it.
That's why i texted him.

Tongy Tong Tong, my 12-inch G4

A replacement set - macbook running on a 512mb ram, 2 GHZ and 160 gb of memory lags 80% more than my current G4 baby - replacement sets are utterly useless.

'Tongy Tong Tong' as i have affectionately call her for 2.5 years, will be leaving me.
Her trustworthiness is often doubt by me (motherboard, harddisk, screen and keyboard failures?!), but loyalty? never.

Apple headquarters has finally approved the exchange, no arguments nor tears on my side, they simply gave the green light.
1 year ago when my harddisk crashed, I was flooded with tears, on the phone with an Apple technician call 'Kenji' for about an hour, pleading my case.

1 year later, I only got a return call with a polite 'We are willing to do an exchange, anything else i can help you with today?'

Her processor speed of 1.33GHz, 512MB ram and a memory of 1GB will be replaced by Macbook's 2GHz, 2GB ram and 160 GB memory if everything runs along according to plan. Im in process of thinking a name for the new 'her'.

As I type on the worn-out keyboard of my ibook and rest my wrists on its smooth white plastic, the amount of work i'll been doing with her and the amount of tears and panic she gave me seem to disintegrate into all but a pile of nostalgic moments.
The projects i've worked on, the 'scratch-disk full' pop-up windows that threaten to burst my blood vessels when im photoshopping, the amount of grammar editing i did on her and the non-stop search for my missing word document formatting palette panel...
I look fondly at the right bottom and i see a black burnt mark made when i was in year 1, thinking nail polish remover could double as cleaning solution..

I will miss those with fiery passion (LOL).
and i will look forward to web camming with the new built in camera.





Good bye tongy tong tong.

My 2009.Part 1

I've been too busy working on my new year resolutions that i barely found time to blog - alright, in fact i stopped blogging to be exact.


The first week was a mad rush to stay away from caffeine due too my pending health issues.
Im also on an investigative case, checking up oon my health history which isnt all too good.

The seriousness of these matters combined with a lethal dosage of school assignments, left me gasping for breathe, literally.

Year-end/Year-start is always about reevaluating, and thats also what i've been doing on long bus rides.
(or rather, year-long)
Im not going to state the obvious and please dont bother guessing who it is, but i'm pretty surprised and disappointed by a couple of people.

"I am your bomb shelter, you seek refuge in me, but where are you when I need you. Can we only walk with each other though those darkest alley? What about the beauty of light, can we not see it together? Negativity dwells in us, Im not sure i can bask it in any longer."

"You are my bomb shelter, a piece of barren land, waiting for my presence to beautify the surrounding with pastel colours and rays of warm sunlight. Your emptiness now takes my heart, for I long for a space so vast and unoccupied, so that i can call it 'Mine'."


I want to look back at my 2008 resolutions, someday.