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Sunday 29 June 2008
Cheers
Yesterday was such a tiring day. We spent half the day shooting a video commercial for Zion Food Fest. The video was based on the Thai Cheers Beer commercial, where the actos are very dramatic and overact the scene. It was a really interesting experience directing the whole video. I'd never done it before and I guess I didn't know what to expect even though I had already drawn up the story board of the angles that I wanted. Somehow, when you're thrown into that situation you just do the job and get it done, and I think I did OK! It was really really fun shooting... especially the guys scene because they're all just so hilarious. All in all, it took 4 hours, 4 locations, 2 cars, 1 director, 1 assistant, 1 camera man and 5 actors to shoot was is to be about 3 minutes of footage! Now I can imagine why movies take so long!
Thanks to Pauline, Jaclyn, Alphonses, Wei Yue and Jason for acting so well. Stan the man for shooting the video and Junior for assisting. Thank God that the heavens held up and we were able to shoot successfully without rain! Thank God that we didn't get booted from the petrol station for filming there. Thank God that everything went so smoothly, perfectly and according to schedule! Hopefully the final cut will be put on youtube. I shall share when Stan puts it on youtube. =P It's now in the editing stages and I know it'll turn out really good! Unfortunately, I forgot my camera to take pictures of all things! But alas, the video will prove itself.
Then after that, went for a massage at Essential Beauty in the city (I highly do not recommend going there). It was a four time visit gift voucher from Carol who got it for my birthday last year. The first time I went there they burnt my eyebrow area when they waxed my brows. Not happy Jan! Then somemore, the facials they give are "weak" in comparison to the ones I've had in Asia. Heck, they didn't even remove my blackheads! I was so sorely dissappointed. How can you even call it a facial when they don't remove your blackheads?!
The next time we went for a pedicure which was good. But I was expecting my toe nails to be painted - which it was not. Dissappointement number 2!
The next time we went we went for another facial and it was pretty much the same mundane experience that I experienced in the first place. "Weak" hands massaging my face, no system to wiping the face, and just all round bad in general (but improved from the first time since I didn't get burnt!)
Last consultation was a massage. Omg... Lord help me! Women are supposed to love massages right... but not me! Every time I go, it's such a painful experience. I remember the first time I went for a facial, they give an upper body massage which is fine. I'll just get goosebumps when they touch my shoulders. When I went to Thailand, I got the whole body treatment and it was absolutely painful - painful in the sense that I had to bite my tongue to prevent from laughing from the ticklish feeling I kept getting. I must've had this constipated look on my face when my cousin turned to look at me, and she said, "You have to tell them if it hurts you know?!" I managed to pipe out, "It doesn't hurt... I'm trying not to laugh."
So anyway, back to the massage I had yesterday it was absolutely the most shocking massage I've had EVER! I think I came out even more tense than when I went in. It started OK, then she started massaging my shoulders!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... I cannot take it! Then she started doing this funny move down the side of my body as though she's tickling me... like literally tickling me to death! HELLO... we didn't pay to get tickled. It was so excruciating... I was going to tell her, "Can you stop tickling me please!" But I endured... and now I have sore shoulders today. =( I'm so glad that's over!
Then spent the evening at Carol's house watching Absolute Boyfriend/Zettai Kareshi which is a Japanese love story drama series. I think we watched 10 episodes? It was so good, so funny and so cute! The drama is about Izawa Riko who is in search of her ideal boyrfriend. Kronos Heaven (a robot manufacturing company) creates o1 (where he is later named Tenjo Night by Riko), the perfect male humanoid programmed to be devoted and completely loyal to his lover. The company chooses Riko who is a temp worker of Asamoto Company to take part in a 5-day free trial.
At first, Riko only sees Night as a household appliance. But when she finds out how deep Night's devotion to herself is, Riko finds herself falling in love with him. Joining the love triangle is Asamoto Soshi, a distinguished young executive at her company who also has feelings for her. Throughout the drama, we find that Night becomes more and more human and is yet to face his biggest competition 02, who is the latest, most sophisticated robot who is even more determined to satisfy Riko.
I haven't finished watching, I think there are only 2 or 3 episodes to go, but it shall be interesting to see what happens. Only the Japanese can think of wierdo story lines like these where people fall in love with robots! But I have to give it to Hayami Mokomichi who is the actor that plays Night (the robot) - he is such a good actor!
today...
@4:34 pm
Wednesday 25 June 2008
Thanks
In everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5:18
today...
@7:46 pm
Tuesday 24 June 2008
You're invited...
I can’t believe how fast technology has developed since we were growing up. I think that the 80’s generation probably grew up in the best times. We grew up just when the internet and household computers were fast gaining popularity... we were the generation of mIRC and ICQ... we were the generation of Nintendo and Sega... the generation of Super Mario Brothers, Captain Planet and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Heck I didn’t even get my first mobile phone till I was 17! I could say we grew up at a time where times weren’t so “stuffed up” if you can put it that way – where technology wasn’t so fast moving but still in the early stages for us to adapt. So I’m glad I’m born in the 80’s. Pity the kids born in the 90’s ... they’re totally bombarded by everything technological.
Although technology has allowed communication to be so much more efficient and convenient for everyone these days, I still think that normal social etiquettes should apply. The point I’m trying to make is, recently I had an invitation to an event through facebook. Now to let you in on a secret... I’m kinda over the facebook phase of adding applications and poking people. I reject all incoming requests to add new applications - I don’t even take a second glance, so stop sending me requests to add the Texam poker application or the lil green patch application – it’s driving me up the wall OK!?!! Same goes for invitations to events – as I assume they’re mass invitations to everyone I don’t really take an interest in them unless I’m the one involved in the making of the event of course! (That’s another story)...So anyway I got this invitation via facebook from a friend and I rejected it as per usual and thought nothing of it. A week later, a friend asks me if I’m attending this event, I said, “No I didn’t get invited.” Then another friend asks me the same thing whether or not I’m going... and I said, “No I didn’t get invited.” *sad face* because I didn't think that a facebook invite was a proper invite. I was expecting a call or sms but I didn’t even get a message or call to be invited to this event. =( No longer are the times where we actually get a piece of paper to say we've been invited to an event. I used to do that in primary school for birthday parties - I guess times have changed. Am I that old fashioned?
Fine, no biggie. Later I only realised that the official invitation was through facebook – not even a call, sms let alone an email at least, but a facebook invitation! Has it really come to this that communication goes through facebook alone? I mean the least you could do is email your close friends about the event. In fact, I felt kind of hurt when I didn't get an invite via sms or email at the very least... I'm not the type of person that would just rock up somewhere uninvited.It just gets me thinking where our communication is headed. I mean... a call – at least you hear the person’s voice, an sms – fine at least the person will receive it on their personal hand phone, an email – fine at least the person will receive it in their personal inbox... but on facebook as a mass invite where you’re not even addressed personally but more like an "it" out of 500 people?! Is that really appropriate? Has it really come to this that we’re going to be contacting people via this medium?
I just couldn’t accept that the official invite was through facebook and this friend expected me to attend where 500 other people were also invited. How can I expect that this was a personal invitation when 500 other people I possibly didn't know may be attending. I mean it’s not like I’m bagging my friend ok... it’s just that, I would never use facebook as a medium to invite close friends to an event. If I did, it would only be to boost the awareness of the event. Besides, I’m not really up for these 500 people social gatherings. I would much rather have a small gathering of close friends. I mean, the least I would do is email the details of the event and follow up by emailing (if they’re regular email checkers) or sms or call. The absolute least! Mr Pang said "we're the ipod generation," am I too old for that or too un-tech-saavy?
It just really got me perplexed and thinking... is this where our communication is heading?
today...
@7:25 pm
Monday 23 June 2008
22 on the 23rd
It seemed like only yesterday when you turned 21 and we were there to celebrate with you.
We came bearing cake...
We came bearing gifts...
We came bearing love...
We came with the intention to suprise...!
and suprise we did!!!!
Now one year older, one year wiser and definitely one year prettier... it's your birthday again!
Happy Birthday Usha!!!
God gave a gift to the world when you were born—
a person who loves, who cares,
who sees a person’s need and fills it,
who encourages and lifts people up,
who spends energy on others rather than herself,
someone who touches each life she enters,
and makes a difference in the world,
because ripples of kindness flow outward as each person you have touched, touches others.
May the love you have shown to others return to you, multiplied.
I wish you the happiest of birthdays, and many, many more, so that others have time to appreciate you as much as I do.
*muah*
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@12:00 am
Saturday 21 June 2008
Suprise Suprise!
Happy belated birthday Miss Carol!!!
*muaks*
You get a special *late* entry because I've been busy all week and haven't had time to update.So anyway we celebrated Carol's birthday at Siena's in Mt Lawley. It was almost impossible trying to find parking there and even worse the cold was just as freezing as in Melbourne! Although, it was a nice a chummy place and it was totally packed! Thanks to all who came, I'm sure Carol really appreciated it. And to those that couldn't make it or forgot (Tram!) you're forgiven =)
Throughout the whole night, Carol was suspecting in her mind that Eric might be back from Sydney early. Eric told Carol that his flight will land in Perth around 11am on Saturday morning, but Carol being the smart cookie that she is still went on suspecting. She even went to far as to look at my inbox of messages to see if Eric messaged me! Thank God weiwei is a little smart at least and deleted the evidence *phew*
Poor Carol... "where's bao bei?" (haha, that's what she calls him)
So we had dinner and the portions were HUGE! Really huge portions! We were so full afterwards. Carol was telling us many funny stories, the highlight of the night... when she told us about the movie 1408. Everyone had their eyes and ears pierced onto Carol when she was telling us the events of the movie. She's such a good story teller... I even got scared when she was telling the story. I'm even getting the chills typing this because I'm sitting in a square room alone with a big black TV looking at me! =S
So here's the synopsis of the movie. I must remember to borrow it out!
Renowned horror novelist Mike Enslin (John Cusack) only believes what he can see with his own two eyes. After a string of bestsellers discrediting paranormal events in the most infamous houses and graveyards around the world, he scoffs at the concept of an afterlife. Enslin's phantom-free run of long and lonely nights is about to change forever when he checks into suite 1408 of the notorious Dolphin Hotel for his latest project, "Ten Nights in Haunted Hotel Rooms." Defying the warnings of the hotel manager (Samuel L. Jackson), the author is the first person in years to stay in the reputedly haunted room. Another bestseller may be imminent, but Enslin must go from skeptic to true believer? and ultimately survive the night.
After dinner, we went to utopia for bubble tea (with Carol strategically positioned at the table of course, so as to not be facing the doorway). We recalled back memories from 364 days ago... it was the Geek's 21st right here in Utopia! Ahh... and the memories came flooding back. I can't believe it's already been one whole year since we celebrated Carol's birthday... I can't believe how fast time has just escaped us and we're all one year older!
Some people like the girl above never made it to the Geek's 21st (L-oser!) I guess things never change... she can't count 1 year either. She sticks up two fingers on each hand? to make 4 or 22? What the heck is she doing?! Just kidding Jill. =) I'm sure your maths is way better than mine!
Some people like the girl above never made it to the Geek's 21st (L-oser!) I guess things never change... she can't count 1 year either. She sticks up two fingers on each hand? to make 4 or 22? What the heck is she doing?! Just kidding Jill. =) I'm sure your maths is way better than mine!So I gave my car keys to Gab, so that when Eric arrived he could put his luggage into my car and they can get the cake from my car. Afterall, if I left to go and meet Eric, then all would be too suss right? And good thing Carol didn't even notice that Gab was missing until the most crucial moment. She started saying, "OMG where's Gab?!" And then June started saying, "Where's Gab?!" Everyone was wondering where Gab had gone too... and in my head was *panic panic*
Then Carol got a message from Eric which went something like, "Hope you're having fun at dinner, say hi to everyone for me." At that point, Carol's hopes were dashed... he really wasn't coming afterall.
Luckily it was about a minute later that Gab returned hiding Eric behind her as she walked in. Carol kept turning around and I was so nervous that she might actually see Eric but even when she turned around she only saw Gab! So all went according to plan and she didn't even spot him... not even when he was holding the cake behind Gab!
Mr Pang himself made such a grand entrance as per usual "fashionably late"! It was better than I had expected and he suprised the living daylights out of Miss Chu! =P The look on her face was priceless... really priceless - just like the Mastercard advertisement!
So in the end Carol's wish came true... well I suppose that she would have probably wished that Eric was here with her to celebrate her birthday! And here he is in his MANIGAN!!! kakakaaa... I think manigans look nice on guys la... right? So sweet they ... and the orange tie is totally working too! I like it! =)
Hope you had an awesome night Carol! =P Prepare for suprise number three... though... I'm retired now. I've been over-used and it's too suss for me to do any more suprises... so watch out!
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@9:45 pm
Tuesday 17 June 2008
In Hot Pursuit of Mr Right
In hot pursuit of Mr Right. Does he exist? Is he somewhere out there? Will I ever find him? That is the million dollar question.
And the million dollar answer? Of course he exists! Of course he's out there! And of course I'll find him!
But here is the second million dollar question... how OLD will I be when I find him?! *gasps* that question scares me. How freaking old am I going to be when Mr Right comes galloping into my life? It's not like women can wait forever for Mr Right to come along. Our bodies are a ticking time bomb... once we hit 30, we're no longer considered youthful and "potential material," once we're over 40 it becomes dangerous to pro-create and once we're over 50... well... menopause has probably already kicked in by that time - and what kind of man wants a woman that has mood swings everyday?
These days, emphasis put on finding Mr Right is like finding the perfect job. We all have goals, aims, ambitions and desires to succeed in the type of work we do and the amount of money and personal achievements we make, and it is these little goals that help keep us busy in the pursuit of finding the perfect job. However, the pursuit in finding Mr Right might not seem too distant from finding the perfect job. I'm sure we all have an extensive "tick list" or a resume of specifics that the person in question must submit before getting his foot through the door of the "potentials" interview... which would in this case be the "potentials" date.
I'm also sure that on this "tick list" we ladies have some definites on the list which are non-negotiable. But the fact is, Mr Right also has a "tick list" for us ladies. Though I'm sure that his "tick list" would be considerably shorter I hope! I would imagine that Mr Right would have things such as someone young, someone well educated and someone good looking and in good shape, nice smile, long legs, big boobs etc etc. Typical men right! But if we think about it, don't women seek the same in men too? Don't we want macho men, don't we want TALL men, don't we want well-built men, don't we want well educated men. I guess we're all looking for the Barbie and Ken's of this world that we may never find if we're not willing to compromise.Compromise. Now that's a word. Why should I compromise? I set my standards and by no means am I going to settle for anything less than I deserve. And you're right. Sometimes accepting second best may work for a while, but no matter how good things turn out, you may always be dissatisfied believing you could have done better.
The fact is that since the 70's and 80's we've become much more sophisticated as humans, individuals, lovers and mates. (My parents got engaged within two weeks of dating each other!) It's not difficult to attain a degree, a double degree or even a masters degree. It's not difficult to attain a good job and a good salary. Therefore, why should we ask of any less from our partners or partners to be.
When we are looking for a life partner, what exactly are we looking for? Someone to support us for the rest of our lives? a breeding partner? someone to make us laugh? love? Should there in fact be a reason to love someone at all? I read somewhere that loving without reason just might be... well... true love. Think about that for a moment.
If you marry someone because they're tall, handsome, well built and atheletic - what happens when you're 60? Are you still going to love him for this reason? His physical attributes would have certainly withered away. Should we in fact choose someone for the physical attributes they possess now, which are eventually going to wither away? By that time, we can only love their character rather than their physical attitributes.
I believe God has already chosen the One intended for us. He never intended us to be lonely souls for the rest of our lives, but finds joy in seeing us happy. Maybe we have already have crossed paths with our "future partners to-be" and just at the perfect timing of his will and His plan, we will meet and so begins the journey. Maybe we haven't met our "future partners to-be" yet - but in all of God's perfection, he is grooming both of you for the perfect time you will meet. We just need to put our complete faith and trust in Him that He will see us through - that in the end, the One He has chosen for us is Mr Right.
I just pray to God that I'm not an old wrinkly soul by the time I meet Mr Right!
So in all that we do, "Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer," Romans 12:12. Know that you're destined for somone great and that you will live a happily ever after story!
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@8:17 pm
Monday 16 June 2008
Celebrity friends
Don't you wish you had celebrity friends? hahaha... I just found some!
Talk about 15 minutes of fame... look who I found on the Curtin International website!
It's Adityaaaaa!!
LOOK! It's Nicholas Wai and Will!
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@9:27 pm
Sunday 15 June 2008
Who knew?
Somehow, I never realised my life would end up like this. I never expected that I would end up where I am today after graduating from Uni. I guess we all have expectations of what we're going to be after we get that piece of paper worth AUD$20,000... or AUD$60,000 for those of you who are international students *ouch* Is it worth it? Frankly it'd be worth it for many of the Engineering and Health Science students ... but is it really essential for Commerce and Humanities students? Don't get me wrong, I'm not bagging Curtin. I do love Curtin because I have so many wonderful memories there... but I'm talking about the piece of paper!
I guess I had this expectation after graduating from Uni and getting an awesome job because I have my piece of paper! Being a professional in my powersuit and heels working on St Georges Terrace for an amazing X company and earning lots of money!
But now reality has set in and it's been nearly a year since I've graduated from Uni... and I'm still at Uni - but working now of course - but still in Uni. Every morning the alarm bell rings - signalling a brand new day. I snooze 3 times before getting up and choosing my outfit for the day, then make a mad dash for a 5 minute shower. Make myself a quick breakfast and watch the news while I'm eating. Brush my teeth and I'm out the door within 40 minutes of being awake. Then it's a long 30-40 minute journey to work depending on the traffic.
Upon arrival at work, I check my in-tray for new work that has to be completed for the day. I say "good morning" to my colleagues, sit myself down at my corner desk, switch on the computer, check emails and start on the work load for the day. Come lunch time, I heat up my food in the microwave and proceed to have lunch in front of the computer or else where...and it's 30 minutes gone too fast...then the time slowly ticks towards home time. 5pm... it's time to wrap it up, I turn off my computer and head back to my parked car (in student parking!) and proceed for the 30-40 minute drive home depending on traffic. That's basically how my day rolls.
I don't regret having done a degree at Curtin. But the fact is (and I was discussing this with my colleague) that - we don't feel we've learnt anything useful at all! To be honest, I could say that I went to Uni to make friends! I wouldn't it change it for the world - I've made some of the bestest of friends. I've had a great experience at Uni and well, I can't say that I absolutely haven't learnt anything - but did I really need to pay $20,000 for that piece of paper that says "Sue-Anne Wei Wei Hoh" awarded Bachelor of Marketing and Bachelor of Japanese???
I guess I didn't know any better after highschool. I didn't know what to do since my TER scores were pretty low and no one explained to me the pathways I could have taken to get to Uni. I guess back then, there was always this preconcieved idea of what TAFE was like. I guess I also didn't want to disappoint my parents by going to TAFE as it would be looked down upon. My one year at Murdoch was already frowned upon bad enough...
Now having worked four months already... I don't think I'm working material at all. It's not that I don't like to get my hands dirty, in fact, I would probably prefer if I did get my hands dirty. I just hate doing the 9-5pm everyday sitting in front of a computer. Waking up is such a struggle every morning. I don't look forward to going to work. I wish I could work for myself one day. To choose my own hours, work to my liking and just be happy! Hopefully soon I'll be able to do it... because this full-time working thing for someone else is such a drag!!!
...and so I've decided to go back to study =P
today...
@5:57 pm
Saturday 14 June 2008
Winterlove <3
On Wednesday night, I went for splendid coffee with Ah Paw and Ah Su! It was super cold and misty that night... but it was really nice to have coffee overlooking Perth City! Never ever went to Bellhouse Cafe in my whole life... and their coffee is not expensive either! Maybe we should try dinner there some time. We took gah-zillion photos as always... with me behind the camera =)
I took the photo of my cappucino... but come to think of it, I think it's on too much of an angle which makes me dizzy looking at it right?!
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@11:43 am
Tuesday 10 June 2008
Dissapointment
Today whilst I was stuck in traffic on the way home... my pitiful brain had time to wallow in emptyness...
Then suddenly a thought struck me as quick as lightning... I began to crave for Rabbit lollies! My beloved rabbit lollies~! *doh* I was already way past the Kawarawa Asian grocery place... never mind... I'll head to the Canning Vale grocery place. They should have some. It's 5.38pm... they could still be open! I was speeding all the way there and when I reached there ... the sign on the door said CLOSED!!!! I was so dissappointed!!!! My rabbit lollies that I *heart* so much!
Then my mind began to wallow in sadness that I couldn't get my rabbit lollies! *boo* and then another thought flashed into my head...
(!!!)
*gasps* Why didn't I think of it earlier! Redskins! Woolies would still be open! I could make it! Desperate times call for desperate measures... despite the price hike in fuel... I can do this, I need lollies! So I was trying to get out of the Canning Vale markets which took me forever, there was just so much traffic!
In the far off distance I see a bus a head of me... and well... at that point I gave up and turned towards home. I didn't want to be tailing the bus for some lollies... *poo*
so dissappointed!
today...
@8:27 pm
Monday 9 June 2008
D Day
D-Day is a term often used in military parlance to denote the day on which a combat attack or operation is to be initiated. "D-Day" often represents a variable, designating the day upon which some significant event will occur or has occurred.
TOMORROW IS D-DAY!
*gulps*
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@7:28 pm
Sunday 8 June 2008
Welcome to the Bachelor's Pad
How does a bachelor’s pad look like? What does it smell like? Women are sometimes puzzled as to how men survive in their little bachelor’s pad... how do 4 or 5 or even 6 men living in one house hold not be able to pick up and clean after themselves amazes me. Why on earth do they have so much JUNK around the house? Do they clean?!
Wikipedia says Some bachelor pads are stereotyped as being messy, with old food and dirty dishes and clothing being strewn about the floor, sinks, and other areas in proximity to places where they are useful (examples being dirty clothes piled up near a washer and/or dryer, dirty dishes in a sink, or moldy food in a refrigerator) — often to the disgust of women related to or involved with the men living in "pads." Several men may share a pad and its expenses for financial reasons or friendship, which generally stereotypically results in worsened living conditions compared to one person's tenantship. Pads may also be the sites of wild parties.
Recently, I’ve been going to a certain bachelor’s pad and well... every time I go there, I have this compulsion (in my head) to CLEAN!!! I see rubbish all over the table, I see dirty plates and cups in the sink and table, I see the fridge in desperate need of a clean out, I see HAIR on the bathroom floor...the bathroom floor wet! (which I absolutely cannot stand!), I see water on the sink table in the bathroom and kitchen and kitchen floor, I see the floors in dire need of a vacuum and mop, I see a mountain of “stuff” on the couch... and in seeing all this my brain wants to explode and take charge over things and clean the poor house.
You know, I’ve never ever lived with anyone aside from my family. Sure I’ve gone on camps and road trips where I’ve had to spend a maximum of 3 days living with friends...but other than that, I’ve basically lived at home – where my mum does a lot of the cooking and cleaning. For that, I’m really thankful and I see the effort my mum puts into cleaning the house. I remember our road trip back in November of 2006, we rented a house out in Yallingup and 4 guys and 6 girls went – we all lived under one roof. We’d all cooked lunch together and ate dinner together and the feeling was just really homey and plus it was such an effort to buy food to feed 10 people... and for 4 guys who eat A LOT! Each person had their responsibility, whether it was cleaning the kitchen, setting up the table, washing the dishes, cooking the food or preparing the food but we all played our part. I think that’s what all households should be like. More fun when everyone contributes their share of the workload right?
I know that if I ever move out of home, I won’t be able to simply live with any Joe Bloggs off the street. I would pick who I think I could live with. Right now in my head, I have some people in my head that I know that I could live with. They’re clean, quiet, particular and responsible for the mess they would make. Just thinking about living with certain people would make me insane in the head. I don’t like people constantly talking... garh... people talking and talking and talking to me would drive me insane.
Is it my inability to adapt to certain people? Well, I don’t think so. Maybe it's my inability to let go of the standard and the state I think we should let ourselves live in - but I don't think I'd let go of that. I think it’d be a wise thing to choose your housemates because if you simply move in with anyone and everyone goes about doing their own thing, there’s no cohesion within your household. Everyone has their own section of the pantry, everyone has their own section of the fridge, and everyone cooks their own food separately - where the family love in that? If I were to move in with friends, I’d definitely make an effort to cook for my housemates so that we can all have lunch or dinner together – and of course CLEAN TOGETHER! And definitely for a house of girls, I think it’s important that you dedicate a time during the day be it half and hour or an hour just to fellowship with your girls – I think that’s important and strengths your bond with each other instead of just coming home from uni or work and going straight to your room and going on the internet or minding your own business.
I mean, sometimes, people move in with friends and they think they can live together but in the end they drive each other insane and their friendship breaks. That’s why I also think it’s important to choose the people you live with. Maybe some people are just “whatever” kind of people, they don’t really care about anything and they can just let things be. But I think each person living in a household should have responsibilities of keeping their space clean as well as the communal space. They should also have enough respect for each other – respecting each other’s space and privacy.
I would like to move out of home (eventually) but I can’t do that right now because of financial constraints and a whole lot of other things that I have "planned" and besides, it's just so much more convenient having my mum around. I'm so grateful to have her as my mum. So until then, maybe I can only dream of living in my own home... with housemates =) near the city or the beach with a nice view so I can exercise and take photographs everyday!
today...
@4:01 pm
Thursday 5 June 2008
The Endless Woes of Women
There is thing about living as a female in this world. We just simply can’t help ourselves but compare ourselves with other females. Maybe I’m speaking for the majority of women... or maybe I’m just speaking on behalf of Frances Lyn...but at least I know I’m not alone in this world! Now girls, don’t tell me you’ve never checked a girl out before! That would be impossible! Besides, I think it’s healthy to check girls out in moderation. =) 
It’s always come “naturally” for me to check out girls... I mean we need to know how we fare in this ‘race’ to find Mr Right right? There are so many things a girl can look at. First are the cups. I suppose they matter to the men of this world. How can it not right? And even for a girl, cups can get really confusing. I mean there’s size 10, 12, 14, 16... and so on... then there’s A, B, C, D, DOUBLE D... F, G, H ... like WTF! You wouldn’t believe it yourself... but YES SOME PEOPLE ARE A H CUP!!!!! *faints* Pity those ladies la... they get sore backs and only dream of having a breast reduction – and if that’s not even enough trouble for you – it’s even harder for women to find the right bra that fits well. But anyway – men should respect women for all the trouble we go to! After all, if we didn’t buy the right bra’s – we’d all end up saggy looking and that wouldn’t be cool right? Though, sagging is inevitable as women age so I guess men out there, you can’t escape from saggy boobs! I guess it’s not so important for a woman to know another woman’s cup size because we can’t change the size we are – but it is interesting to see the clothes that women choose to wear depending on their cup size and whether or not it’s flattering to their body.
After cups, naturally comes butt! Some ladies butts are like whoppers with extra double bacon and cheese! aka Kim Kardashian and Beyonce Knowles! Sometimes I wonder how some people’s butts get so big! Must be all the double bacon and cheese burgers from Hungry Jacks they’re eating. That’s big butts – then there are the flat butts – like mine! Flat butts are totally pathetic. They don’t flatter you at all when wearing a pair of jeans and just looks retarded having a flat butt, but the flat butts seem to run in the Wong side of my family.
After butts, you have to check out the hips. Sadly, I’m not one that’s blessed with small hips. I have ugly jutting hips that stretch a mile long. *sigh* I hate it... but the big hips seems to run in the Hoh side of the family. *sigh* It’s not something I can change ... but I’ve grown and learnt to accept them as they are. And as you move up to the waist, you have to check out the girls tummy. Flat or muffin top? Generally I have a flat tummy because my torso is absolutely ultra extra long with a cherry on top. I don’t like having an extra long torso – unless I’m standing next to Tram Vu – because then it makes me feel more normal. Her torso is just about as long as mine. The thing with long torso’s is that you’ll always have a pretty flat stomach. But I have a secret hidden muffin top that is starting to make its debut appearance...
Next most obvious would be the legs. Unfortunately for me, I’ve been blessed with ultra short legs. So short that I usually have to end up cutting about 5 inches off my jeans. Lucky for me I got a few Topshop and Miss Selfridge pants which I didn’t have to end up cutting! Hurruh~ first time in my history of buying pants that I didn’t have to get them cut! Legs come in all shapes and sizes from fat jello legs with thick calves and ankles (like mine) to slender toned legs like... (I don’t know who) – but you know a good pair of legs when you see them. Knees are also a funny annoying thing. I know we won’t be able to walk without knees... but knees are just darn freaking ugly man! My knees are a bit ... or very demented. I can’t stand the sight of them. And then there are those with boney wobbly knees... and then there are those girls with the perfect long slender legs with thin ankles, slender calves and *normal* looking knees!
There are a lot of things to check out when checking out girls hair, face, makeup, hands...the list is endless...
...the endless woes of a girl!
today...
@7:52 pm
bye bye~