tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14452588149080003262024-02-19T13:28:08.361+00:00J'adore Le Chocolat!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-5259592009824170442013-06-30T22:21:00.001+01:002013-06-30T22:21:27.296+01:00Happiness......is being surrounded by people who genuinely care about you and strive to put a smile on your face.<div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-20732122779458255912013-06-09T21:40:00.000+01:002013-06-09T21:40:16.667+01:00Recent eventsSeeing peers getting engaged or married left, right and centre, I can't help but to feel touched, excited and shocked at the realisation that we've actually grown up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-42070476636421900912013-05-30T02:21:00.000+01:002013-05-30T18:09:43.644+01:00One-linersCraving for some romance in my life.<br />
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Terrified for the sake of my future.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-23203690947401423172013-05-13T19:26:00.001+01:002013-05-13T19:26:20.048+01:00親愛的路人<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/5UzWEtOkpCc" width="480"></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />It was PHENOMENAL! Beautifully staged, magnificent costumes and witty jokes sprinkled here and there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why shouldn't we call them love songs? Why should we label them as just 'Christian songs' in our folders?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And how beautiful is this song!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I'm not the only one who likes this song, ei.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-79980929942202449652012-11-01T22:24:00.002+00:002012-11-01T22:24:36.639+00:00Sends shivers down my spineRemember the last time you heard a song which was soooo good that you had goosebumps?<br />
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It had been such a long time since I had that little shudder of pleasure.<br />
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And then a friend posted up a video of Les Miserables' 10th anniversary youtube video on facebook.<br />
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Oh my days, I forgot how good that was.<br />
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I was so excited when the 25th anniversary videos were available on youtube. Yes, Colm Wilkinson and Michael Ball will be my first loves, but Alfie Boe and Norm Lewis were pretty good.<br />
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And then Nick Jonas appeared. I'm not against pop singers but...<br />
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It was the passion of Marius (Michael Ball) in this song that had me falling hard and fast. *Cue goosebumps*<br />
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And then we have a sudden lapse of judgement by the producers of the 25th anniversary production.<br />
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Like, seriously?! Where's Josh Groban when you need him?<br />
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Another great broadway love song that melts my heart.<br />
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Why am I not into ditsy Korean pop, Gaga or whatever strange new thing that comes up? Because I've heard good music.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-30513316769562784812012-10-14T21:37:00.002+01:002012-10-14T21:37:37.542+01:00I'm just another chick<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">...cause there ain't no doubt of my love for romcoms!<br /><br />That moment when the man meets the woman and you think "They're bound to get together!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The build up between their relationship because love at first sights are just so unsubstantial. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And the oh-so-toe-curling romance. The stuff I LIVE for...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Age has made me slightly cynical about ever having a soppy-rom-com-worthy-gag-inducing romantic gesture ever happening in my life, but what is life without hope, ei.</span></div>
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These are the men with the chiselled jaw, shoulders so broad you can call a country, perfectly formed guns and overall carved-by-an-angel stature.<br />
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These are the men I see on television, poster ads and if I'm lucky, walk by and take a large, possibly creepy, whiff of man scent which drives me up the wall.<br />
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These are the men we ladies run our eyes up and down their entire length whilst thinking, "I bet our babies will look beautiful."<br />
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For me, these are the adorable Ryan Reynolds, Cory Monteith and Jake Gyllenhall; the sexy Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans and Pierce Brosnan. Yes, even Pierce Brosnan despite the age gap, but my, he has aged like fine wine.<br />
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Innocently enough, despite drooling over all these men, I still get jealous when my own man looks at a pretty lady. Any pretty lady. Any lady. Any living creature that vaguely resembles a lady.<br />
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The world is also not lacking of beautiful women either...with legs that go on forever, porcelain skin, lushious locks and the perfect configuration of 36-24-36.<br />
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In fact, they are popping up like daisies, dancing and singing their way into our lives in the form of Korean girl bands. They're so mesmerising-ly attractive that even I, a straight and happily attached person, CANNOT get my eyes of them. So how can I expect men to tear themselves from ogling?<br />
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There is no way. So whenever I feel that bubble of annoyance threatening to spew out as a butt load of jealous rage when my man ogles a pretty lady, I calmly tell myself, "Girl, you've checked out about 5 men on your way to work today and ran your hands against the computer screen trying to feel Cory Monteith's abs. Give the man a break."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-23561545398996098882012-09-09T22:43:00.003+01:002012-09-09T22:50:10.166+01:00GamesThere is a game that lovers play. A game that hurts both ends.<br />
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The whole idea is so infantile and yet, we all do it, whether consciously or not.<br />
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Is there even a name to the game? If not, I shall christened it 'Who-shall-crack-first?'.<br />
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It's a game where couples hide their true feelings, hoping to psycho-terrorise their 'loved' ones into submission.<br />
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"Would you like me to stay?"<br />
"You can do what you want"<br />
"I want to make you happy."<br />
"I'll be unhappy regardless"<br />
"Well, then I'll just leave"<br />
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As you can see, both parties are well into the game and unwilling to let their guards down.<br />
The consequence, she left and nobody's happy.<br />
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"There's this cute guy at work"<br />
"Oh yeah? Any flirting going on there?" as nonchalantly said as possible<br />
"I think I might."<br />
"Sure."<br />
"You trust me, don't you? It's just for fun."<br />
"Of course, I might just do the same."<br />
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Do YOU think it's possible that both are fine with their 'one and only's messing about with another person of the opposite sex? I don't think so.<br />
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"That girl, she's special to me. I'd treat her nice."<br />
"I see," voiced with shaky confidence.<br />
"You'd be all right with me hanging with her, right?"<br />
"Yeah, sure."<br />
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Seriously?<br />
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Oh and my personal favourite, the who-calls-first-after-a-huge-fight-despite-both-wanting-each-other-to-call-desperately.<br />
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Couples get into fights, that's not unusual. But then comes the game that brings mental torture, especially if it happens before bedtime. They lie in bed, unable to get any shut eye because nothing is settled. There is anger, disappointment, discontent; but also the conscience to want to make things right and the fact that they miss each other. So they toss and turn, waiting for the other to make the first move and apologise. One night becomes a day, a day turns into a week. One of them will eventually start to worry and wonder if the other is still alive.<br />
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This cycle will eventually break when the BETTER person strips all pride and arrogance, leaving the other triumphant.<br />
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But in actual fact, nobody wins. Both have been battered and bruised, having gone through this nonsensical and unnecessary pain caused by none other but themselves.<br />
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I've played these games well into my teenage years and early twenties...Perhaps it's time to stop? How hard is it to be honest with one another?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-3144047290104406912012-08-30T22:00:00.000+01:002012-08-30T22:02:15.061+01:00An old pair of shoes can be the most comfortable thing in the world.<br />
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However, the shoes have to be broken in to fit perfectly.<br />
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One will have to endure painful blisters and bleeding before reaching the desired comfort.<br />
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Well, that's it. New shoes make you bleed.<br />
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There is simply no need to 'metaphor'ise everything.<br />
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Inspiration? Well, m'new shoe's makin' me bleed, so I thought I'd enlighten y'all with this fact.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-86425373818204029772012-08-20T21:06:00.002+01:002012-08-20T21:06:58.468+01:00Reading a bad book...is similar to self mutilation.<br />
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Ever since I've gotten my kindle (still the best gift ever until somebody gets me a brand new BMW), I've been downloading free ebooks off Amazon.<br /><br />But man, there are truly a number of crappy writers out there!<br />
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Last Saturday was a beautiful day which I unwittingly spent on a book I shall summarise as 'sh*t'. Why, I hear you ask, did I even finish it when it makes my eyes water with embarrassment for the author with each paragraph written?<br /><br />Because I always expect some kind of twist towards the epilogue which will eventually make me sigh with content and think, "Well, that was not bad at all."<br /><br />However, with this book, as I reached the very last word, I stared at the page and uttered "That's just plain sh*t."<br /><br />What gives me the right to judge this book which may be a matter of personal opinion? It is because I myself have written a similar story filled with fanciful wishes and unrealistic romance. The kind of selfish thinking only a tween/teenager can conjure. Even then I was conscious enough to know my story was crap.<br /><br />Storyline: A girl who thinks she's plain boring (but is actually really hot) gains magic powers one day. Having discovered her new-found power of farting butterflies when she giggles, she falls in love in a 6 foot plus hunk with abs (in high school might I add) who (surprisingly! 'eye roll') falls in love with her. Not very coincidently, her bestest best friend in the whole wide world also gains super powers so they can now read each others minds! Her best friend falls in love with the hunk's best friend and the couples make out in front of each other for half the book. Here's the twist, the hunk is actually a vampire who is very rich and can afford to buy her new clothes! The girls succeeded to make the whole school jealous which satisfies their inner bitches whilst being portrayed as the 'good guys' throughout the whole story. The end.<br /><br />You may now puke blood.<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-80153477126435424892012-08-08T20:09:00.002+01:002012-08-08T20:14:47.375+01:00Understanding<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On my way to work this morning, I unearthed my mp3 player and turned it on for the first time in a whole year.<br /><br />After the first couple of songs, a familiar tune rang in my ears.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZD1yI7Abc6I?fs=1" width="459"></iframe></span><br />
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Have you ever watched a movie when you were really young, and then re-watch it when you're older? Did you have that "Oh my gosh! So that's what it actually meant!" moment?<br /><br />Well, it happened while I was listening to that song. I have always loved the melody, but brushed past the lyrics as just another love song, despite knowing it by heart.<br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">命中注定, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">上帝说原谅你, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">要我们黏在一起</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">还是爱你, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">没办法讨厌你</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">也许是爱的引力</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">命中注定, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">上帝说就是你, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">我想念你的呼吸</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">我只爱你, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">姐妹说忘记你</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #575757; line-height: 25px;">我怎么都不想听</span>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I walked along the pedestrian, I muttered a silent "Ohhh, I get it" to no one in particular. I have loved, and lost, and loved again (repeat cycle a couple more times). I know what the song means.</span><br /><br />I love how it is God that decides our fate.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-14218467807896845622012-08-03T18:25:00.001+01:002012-08-03T18:26:01.138+01:00Grown up postDamn all the wedding proposals and planning all over my facebook wall.<br />
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You're making me yearn things I'm not ready to stomach.<br />
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But there's the one which touched me to the core.<br />
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Why this particular couple?<br />
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I discovered Bubzbeauty 4 years ago, when I was desperate to learn how to paint my face with products. Since then, I've followed her through as I follow my favourite sitcom.<br />
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It's just strange, watching someone grow up and then realise you're really not that far behind.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The wheezing and coughing however, are a little troublesome. I've come to accept that I have an exacerbation after a week of dosing myself to the brim with salbutamol. My paediatrician (yes, I still see her despite being the ripe ol' age of >18) told me to stay away from the cat and gave me 3 days worth of steroids to control my allergies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But who can stay away from that cute lil' face. So I got myself a couple of surgical masks, a brand new inhaler and played away! </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We've taken to calling her "Whiz" now. Short for Whiskey, obviously, but how ironic that it sounds like 'wheeze'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: left;">Mom said I'm stubborn and warned me of friends who ignored warnings about their health. They've passed on now. Perhaps I should be more wary. Don't wanna be growing muscles and mustaches from having to constantly take steroids.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-25832438594133671162012-07-14T18:50:00.000+01:002012-07-14T18:50:44.194+01:00Every once in a while the barrier is weakened.<br />
<br />You forget the reason you had to be strong. You give up on trying to fight for whatever you're fighting for. You give in to the very forces that denies you peace.<br /><br />There are times all that I've done wrong just comes crashing down on me: my regrets, my wrong choices, my wrong-doings.<br />
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Most days, I am able to reason with myself to ensure that I have made the right choices, that what's done is done, that I can learnt from the past.<br /><br />But sometimes, I just wish I was a completely different person, who have chosen a different path in life.<br />
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On a day like this, I wonder who could ever love me for who I am, other than God.<br />
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Who could genuinely love a person with so many flaws when there are better people to love in the world?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-11449795136957579332012-06-05T21:16:00.001+01:002012-06-10T12:30:47.778+01:00Shopping is a hassle!Today, my friend picked out a beautiful floral cut-out dress at Karen Millen for me to try out.<br />
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Hurriedly, I grabbed a pair of gorgeous silky, taupe heels from the shelf.<br />
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I slipped into the whole outfit and opened the curtains to reveal the look.<br />
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We were both left with our mouth gaping open.<br />
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It was so gorgeous.<br />
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Having made up my mind to purchase the set, we fumbled for the price tag...<br />
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...which led me to carefully remove the dress and gently hand it to the nice salesperson serving us that day.<br />
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Touche Karen Millen.<br />
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For I may be but a poor and lowly student today, but I shall have you when the time comes.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445258814908000326.post-65485781934360278002012-05-25T21:33:00.001+01:002012-05-25T21:33:12.736+01:00Contradictions- between a girl and her food.<br /><br />"I should lose some weight before my grad ball and get ready for summer!"<br /><br />says the girl who is currently munching on half a packet of m&ms and a couple of cinnamon and raisin bagels...after a dinner of chocolate muffins and instant noodles.<br /><br />Perhaps I'll poop them all out tomorrow and it'll be all okay.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0