November 22nd, 2009

 

 

Come, skip to my lou, where all things magical are powerless. I need not feel a touch from the gypsy, whose face reigns amongst the angry red glow, we stood in the sun for what seemed like an hour, and the gypsy disappeared. I wondered about the missing horses which were supposed so be galloping along the valley. Oops, I'm not at the valley.

 

Posted by starr at 12:43 AM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

 

 

Omg mom. Shut up please. Whenever you come home, you make people unhappy. I'm sorry but this is true. You are too grumpy for your own good, if you would stop being that way maybe your life won't be this harsh, maybe things will change for the better, maybe people will like you better, maybe you'll have more good friends to cheer you up, maybe your boss will give you a pay raise, maybe Daddy will speak to you.

Yunru is in Hong Kong right now. I think she must be having so much fun, and HK is kinda cold, maybe she can bring some good air back to Singapore. It's Christmas time again, time to be the people you can't stand all year. (No just kidding, it's from Blink 182). Well I love Christmas, time to share the love and time to pray that people who don't know how to share or love start learning.

You know, I'm living in fear these days. I always end up losing the people I love, so whenever I think about spending the future with Arata, I fear that it will not happen. The 2012 doom's day that everyone talks about bothers me so much, I wish such thoughts or possibility wouldn't even exist.

It's because human nature turn ugly and it has to be washed out, the earth has to be cleansed again like the big flood where Noah tried to save the animals. I think I know the story pretty well, and I don't want it to happen.

Do you reckon mankind can start making an effort so as to survive this predicted ordeal? I don't think so. Even if people say that when we stop believing or hoping, miracles will cease to exist. Let's see about that. We're all gonna die someday anyway, if not in 2012.

 

Posted by starr at 12:15 AM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

November 21st, 2009

 

 

For now I want to live for myself, as much as I want to live for the people I love. I want to cook healthy and scrumptious meals for them, make the house neat and tidy, be a good girl and stay out of trouble, ace the exams, get an awesome part time job during the vacations and so on.

But that's living for the people I love. I will dedicate that to the next half of my life - cooking, cleaning, washing, grocery shopping, etc.

I'm so sorry to hear about Daul Kim. She had the brightest future, and alot of money but it seemed like she wasn't so happy about life. I didn't know her personally, I don't know what's wrong. But I wished she had found a way out before she got too upset. Life is short enough, but for some it appears shorter than what we'd like.

 

Posted by starr at 08:12 PM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

 

 

Hi, I want to tell you all that I have so much to share but I don't know where to begin with. So I'm not sharing today. I know you don't believe me and think that my life is a series of failed boring stunts.

Anyway I've got a new wallet. It's a Paul Smith, long wallet of authentic calf leather with photographic prints of the shop in Park Street, London. Arata bought it for me.

I saved up for weeks but wasn't even close to buying the paper bag, it was very expensive. Then we went to the shop a week later and I pointed out that distinctive wallet which I can't wait to get my hands on, (now snap your fingers) - it's the time he took to buy the wallet.

"Ok I'll get this." My boyfriend told the shop assistant. Within minutes that fabulous wallet belongs to Erika forever. Bibi.

 

 

Posted by starr at 02:47 AM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

November 14th, 2009

 


Things happen for a reason. Yeah. There's almost always a reason for everything.



Posted by starr at 11:45 PM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜



Hi. I probably have a lot to say, but the world is underestimating the profound contents. My article is due by 12 midnight, yet all the neglected issues remained neglected, and nobody wants to hear about under-age drinking or teen pregnancy. They say it's over-rated, and everyone says the same thing; rebellion, peer pressure, or maybe even abusive parents.

What about the superabundant censorship in the country which is carefully concealed? Freedom to all for rights to speak, democratic country and so on? Then why are opposing parties often jailed, or fined for what deemed to be irksome speeches (aka slander) to the local government?

I feel that the legal age for alcohol consumption should be more versatile. It's a tough issue to tackle; Mediterranean children were given wine as a part of their diet and it didn't seem like they have an escalating population of alcoholics, while it can also be argued that the rate which wine is consumed, it would be judged as alcohol abuse in Asia.

I'm just pissed that the company doesn't allow me to expand my point of view and the voices of the citizens gathered, when challenged by such issues. All I received in exchange for the hard work is - "this topic is dead and dull, nobody is interested in adolescent issues anymore".

You're absolutely right to say that I'm f*king pissed.


Posted by starr at 02:23 PM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

November 13th, 2009

 

 

What does she eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Or does she not eat at all and snack on gold dust? She looks so pretty in all the pictures, even when she dresses herself up in cheap online clothings. I'd like to know what's the secret of looking as pretty, because I know her; I know that she's not pretty, yet here are the pics, she'd managed to turn into somebody else.

I want some fabulous pics too. Tell me how???

 

Posted by starr at 03:21 PM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

November 12th, 2009

 

 

It's a pity that at times of crisis you turn your back against your own family mom. You need to know who your enemies are, but when you get frustrated, you start to lose yourself and bite the hand that feeds you. Aren't you old enough to control yourself? Aren't you too old for tantrums?

I'm not gonna be watching your back anymore and you ought to realise that as soon as you regard yourself as a reasonable being to talk with. I'm staying because of Dad and my brother, as well as my cousins and friends whom I will miss. Of all the things which holds me together, you are the one thing which repels me from home mom.

I don't know what sort of personality or true colors you have hidden, but I am pretty sure that the upbringing wich you and my aunts and uncles shared are certainly something which you have failed to give me and will not be able to provide in the future. Grandpa was an awesome father and the best grandpa in the world, and I am lucky enough to have a Granduncle who dotes on my cousins and I as much as Grandpa does. Surrounded by that much love in your childhood, how can you still be so childish and not magnanimous?

You can be a great mother too, if you can consistently be concerned about the state of hygiene in your own home, making sure not to let face towels touch the kitchen floor when you remove them from the hangers. And you should have the basic instinct that sitting on other people's pillow or putting your foot on it is very very very disgusting. I'm sorry it takes my countless rude attempts and blunt statements to point this out to you. But it's fine since you have stopped stepping on my pillows or sitting on them.

Thanks.


Oh yea, and whoever reads this, if you are feeling vulgar then please, you may tell Courts to fuck off and lick their dog's balls. $2500 installment charges which they termed as 'service charge' is definitely pissing me off. And when asked what service does the $2500 'service charge' provide, this fucking operator aka specialist (my ass) said it's an interest rate. He sounded so rude and his vocab is worse than my neighbour's parrot.

I wonder if giving him parrot seeds will teach him more tricks or, words.

 

 

Posted by starr at 07:08 PM | ˜”*°•♥•°*”˜

 

 

Freshly squeezed orange juice is very acidic and KILLS if you have accidentally chewed on your lip days ago and then it turns sore with a bloop of bumpy swell, more widely known as an ulcer. I should have known better.

Alright here are the pics of today's effort, though you can't see how feverish I felt to have travelled half a mile by foot under the scorching sun to scout for chocolate making ingredients, (though it hardly counts as chocolate making because I bought chocolate only to reshape it or drop some nuts so I can claim that they are home made chocs), and the steaming hot melted chocolate in this tube which I can't squeeze without getting my palm burned, not forgetting what I have to clean up etc. They are supposed to be for Yunru's belated birthday, but I wrote the TYR as it is here, forgetting to write it backwards, since it will be flipped when the shape sets.

And of course some are for Arata. He says they look yummy and cute, but I know better. Oh well, since I'm already feverish, what's another mile under the sun tomorrow?

Anyway, this is a part of it. Not all glamorous but that's how home made chocs are supposed to be...? Don't worry they're not lethal. Hygiene issues are one of my forte.

 

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