tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32628342011-08-17T23:36:44.150+08:00A mountain talking to the moon, thinking that it's a moon. Throw me into the deep end and I will live, better than you think I willYnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262834.post-32274418015825340902011-01-20T23:17:00.003+08:002011-07-10T00:39:38.599+08:00

It's bizarre to think that it has been 4 years since I last posted something on this dusty old blog.This is first and foremost the original blog, the emotional dumpster for everything that I can't process in that tiny head of mine. Since it does not fit into crafty geeky, which is more fashiony, nor travelune, which documents a former life in London, it materialises here, in confessions, because

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Today is a day of thoughts. In fact too many to put them into comprehensible words. It's not abnormal around this realm in the web. I'm just a person who thinks too much, writes too little, and proceeds to forget or bottle them up in little glass bottles stored inside my mind. I'm doing it BFG style. I'm browsing through Friendster and discovered some friend's blogs that I never knew existed. I

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I was scanning through those little personal messages on everyone's MSN messenger and came across one that says:"I want my concession card!!! -All International student!!! Transport concession rally --TODAY!!". You can just imagine the blood boiling underneath my skin. It was a mixture of anger, excitement and regret. I don't think I've felt like this for a long time since that big chinese

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Chinese dinners never cease to be large. In fact, I attended one tonight, a celebration of sorts, of birthdays, of annivesaries, of retirement. Three-in-one like Malaysian's favourite Nestum drink. Perhaps, to put it aptly, a celebration of life. These are all part of life's milestones. It doesn't mean that the end is near, rather it's a symbolic way of telling one that the best has yet to come.

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I'm officially half way through The Historian. *glee* It's been a slow slow ride on my part. I'm such a slow-poke reader. And then the realisation that I don't know my history and geography well enough. I don't think we even learnt that much in school anyway. Fictitious as it is, I could just imagine the amount of research that has gone into making this book, perhaps twice the amount of what Da

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It's a trend. Every year when we've done exhausting the love-sick single of the year sung by a soulful young black guy, the industry manages to get someone new on the band wagon. There was Mario Winans, whom I believe will only be remembered with 'I don't wanna know' for an occasional R&B listener like me. Then Mario, sans Winans came along and swept the world away with 'Let me Love you'. The

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You quiver like a candle on fireI'm putting you outMaybe tonight we could be the last shoutBut I'm fascinated by your styleYour beuaty will last for a whileYou're feeling instead of beingThe more that I live on the insideThere's nothing to giveI'm infatuated by your movesI've got to search hard for your cluesI want to repair your desireAnd call it a giftThat I stole from just wanting to liveNow I

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This will do for now.Until I think of something brilliant that is.Grey is one of my favourite new colours.Nothing better to suit a Libran.

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Some major overhaul needed to be done on this blog. I have some glorious glorious web plans for my blog and also a personal portfolio site, sadly, I wonder when I'll get those 2 done before I head off to see the Big Ben and that discerning Eye. I admit that I don't know Dreamweaver much enough to do miracles on it, let alone HTML, but I'll try.First up, I'll need to get rid of my taggie after

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There are people in this world that you know you can trust. You hang out together, yet keeping a comfy distance from each other. You know not to invade in anyone's private space, and when I say private space, I meant every ounce of a person's personality and livelihood. You remain as friends, buddies, pals, or even as acquaintances, yet not losing any of your individuality. You might not like the

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I have all these thoughts in my head.Tonight, you are my junk yard.I haven't been able to put down all my most deepest, inner thoughts here as of late. I don't know why but somehow or rather, this blog has had a change of agenda. I have closed one part of me within me, and never to be seen again. This 'me' that I'm referring to doesn't exist in the blogosphere, nor in real life, and doesn't even

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Relationships.Will we ever get tired of it?As I was chatting with a friend tonight, hearing the story of her relationship, it suddenly struck me how familiar I was with the twists and the turns. I anticipated every word, eager like a child. I knew it all by heart and I wished she didn't have to experience it.In a split second, we must've traded places. I was her, and she was me. Different people

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I find it really hard to blog lately. Words do not come easily when I sit in front of the computer trying to encapsulate all these errant thoughts i have throughout the day in one single post. It's like the brain's still trying to figure out which thought makes the most sense when the nerve ending on your fingers are dying to chase the cursor on the screen to make the most out of those seemingly

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As I've said, I developed a lazy streak. I don't know why I have 2 journals, it doesnt do me well leading double existences on the web. It only confuses my poor little 21yo brain that's deterriorating day by day with mindless jobs that involves folding clothes and holding trays of food.I must and shall revamp this blog of mine when I finally do get a break from work, and this bitter enchanted

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Now that the madness is finally all over and done with, I am only left with more madness. I should really start with packing but I am dreading all of it. 4 years worth of folio, fabric scraps and accumulated junk, where do I start? Not to mention my really fat collection of Art books, my past subscriptions of Vogue, Rag Trader and Cross Stitch Magazine, and the fictitious crap that I indulge in

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I can't believe that my life as an undergraduate is now coming to an end. When next week's exhibition takes place, I am free of uni (or RMIT for that matter) for good. I am relieved.Never in my mind would I expect to screw up my visual presentation that badly. Of all times, why oh why the last semester? I should've known to trust my gut feelings and not dismiss them away as silly nerve jitters.

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I finally got round to watching A Knight's Tale tonight on tele. Never in my mind have I thought mush like that existed. It is mush amplified by 100. All the goodness of mush and cheese. Only exception is the father and son reunion scene. It always gets to me, and my eyes turned on like tap water, and tears just flowed. One question was raised though. Do you run away from a love one when you're

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I'm just sitting here staring at the screen wondering what to type for today's entry. So yeah, I thought I might as well just start typing something and hope that good stuff flows from within. I could even do a Andre Breton and start dictating my unconsciousness onto my fingertips, which in turn become alphabets, which then becomes words, which then become sentences, which then becomes a

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Every single time I go into the huge double storey Nike flagship store at Bourke Street, it never ceases to get me into fits. The feeling of immense dizziness, the sense of being overwhelmed, and of course, the urge to run to a nearby bathroom to hurl at my heart's content. Every visit with a Nike fan friend brings about the aforementioned illness. Hell, I would rather squeeze myself in between

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Monsters do exist in the world. Not King Kong, not the Dinosaurs, not wild jungle beasts. They remain, like the humans, the victims of a Time Monster. A ruthless predator as it is, it lives on the yummy fragments of our time, each and everyone of us. No time is spared, not even a second, no matter how well we hold it within our fingertips. The Time Monster gobbles it all up. It is as far as I'm

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That had to be one of the most ironic lines from a song. Pointing out the blatant obviousness of the weight of a cannonball, and using it to juxtapose human behaviour, emotions, and possibly gravity, however you want to see it, in the song's context. I think it's absolutely priceless, the sheer poeticisms (?) of Damien Rice. Cannonballs being the new romantic icons, the equivalent of Homer

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Saw this at Geeg's. Needless to say, leeched 'em memes all the time. ;)(You are thus directed back to my LJ where it is at.)

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Right, I've been trying to get a comments feature to work for some time now. This blog and its template was created way before there was any comment function on Blogger, and up until now, I haven't thought the need for it, since I had a tagboard on the side. Matters would have been easier if I relented and used a template provided by Blogger, then I would just have to change some settings, then

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Funnily enough, a while ago I did this in LJ, and now Eliar tagged me. Here it is again. I think I have stuff that I need to edit, but bah. Couldn't care less. It's friggin' long!(journey down to memory lane)edit* I've decided to link it back to my LJ instead for easy viewing. Does anyone know if a post can be cut on Blogger, like they do on LJ?

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I am a week from turning 21. What do I feel? I feel down. I feel older than 21. Has always been. Now that I'm that close to legally being an adult, I guess I don't feel so burdened by the thought of being constantly mature. It's just something that I can never help but doing. Upon turning 21, I wish to be more less conscending. At some point, everyone else is catching up with life experiences,

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An afternoon planned for catching up with my assignments becomes the afternoon of extending my radio.blog playlist and making some not-so-useful additions to my site. The day before I've added the white band of Make Poverty History, albeit a very much delayed cause, but still better late than never. Today, I made some minor changes to the archives date format, instanteneously making it much

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This is for Alex who asked about the non-php version of radio.blog, since my post on taggie didn't really show up the link to the forum properly.It talks about the difference between XML and PHP versions of radio.blog, as well as a tute for installing the XML version.http://www.radioblogclub.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1260

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In case you haven't noticed, I got myself a radio.blog! It's basically a music player for blogs, which well, I guess most of us can do without, but I thought it adds another dimension to my personality, and thus making the daily blog-read a much more enjoyable experience for me and for you. Just scroll down and you'll see it underneath the archives (because I haven't figured out the right way to

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Did some changes to the blog. I noticed that didnt really have the permalinks in the first place, somehow or rather the codes got chucked away. Let see if this works?

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I feel stuck. Like I always am. First it was designer's block, now I think I'm suffering from some severe moral/social block. Have you ever felt that you were caught in between people? People who you thought were friends, but were actually secretly plotting to ruin your life? At least that was what I'm thinking about this particular person. Then again, it has always been complicated between me

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Saya berjanji JooKhai bahawa saya akan berblog dalam bahasa Melayu pada hari Merdeka, tapi saya dua hari terlewat. Dah lama tak bertulis dalam BM, susahnya. Banyak perkataan dan tatabahasa dah saya terlupa setelah datang ke Melbourne. Aii. Sebagai anak Malaysia, saya amat kecewa akan tahap BM saya sekarang. Bagaimana saya dapat A dalam SPM? Saya fikir, dalam masa setengah tahun, jika saya sudah

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Far too many times have I stumbled upon blogs of dreaming artists (referring to painters in this article's context), asking the million dollar "How to get rich and famous as an artist" question. To me, this is a question out of frustration, piped with a certain air of naiveity. Fame and money never comes easy in any field, and in art and design, expect it to come less in your direction unless you

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Aversion. The word popped in my mind for no reason. What is it that I have this intense dislike for? The answer comes immediately to me. Clearly, precisely. It could be credited to the current environment that I'm in, or the subsequent detachment from my high school teenage years. Then again, when I think of it, I was never really qualify to be the likes of them, despite my liking for it. I

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It took me much longer than everyone else to leaf through my copy of HP. (Well technically, I bought it over from Chiru. I didn't bother to make a trip to Dymocks and spend 30 bucks on something that I wasn't quite sure about) Then again, I have never been the type who reads fast, much to my displeasure. With all that time spent, I could've done a lot of things, but what can I say, when I am

Ynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262834.post-1124200253609376702005-08-16T21:28:00.000+08:002006-11-14T05:37:42.294+08:00

For now I guess I'll retreat back to this sanctuary of mine in Blogger, at least I know that no matter what, it remains a place for me to be anonymous to the people who likes clicking on the top right random button, and yet be the place for certain people who still hop on to check on this site, despite its mostly inactivity from my behalf.Things that had happened the past few months have somewhat

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It's one of those fits that pops up now and then. It is always the same problem, that seems never to be resolved, even if it felt like it was. I often wonder how badly it has defined the relationship, tainted the heart. If this is a test, an obstacle that comes between us, how are we faring right now?I am uncertain about a lot of things, and it pains me to say I am uncertain about us. You won't

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I log into blogger for the first time in yonks and there it is, the number of posts stated so matter-of-factly on my dashboard. I've reached 300 already? Or more aptly, finally my 300th post? This took me longer than I expected it to be. 3 and a half years since I first started blogging, I should have more than this measly average of 100 posts per year. 12 weeks pending my final assessment as an

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These days I seemed to have abandoned both of my blogs, well momentarily. Assessments came and gone; my two weeks of break somehow dissipated into thin air divided between the mountains, work and Canberra. Up until today, which is another new start to the semester, my very last one, I have a renewed interest in making my thoughts count. I marvel at the thought that in 13 weeks time, I will

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Maybe I'm just dumb, sigh.Why did other blogs with chinese and jap languages load without me having to switch the encodings, whereas I have to do that whenever I load mine?I wasn't sure what went wrong with it. Did I even configure my windows' language setting properly?? It should work, damn it!*frustrated, but not enough to throw a tanty*

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感觉上还有些小问题....呜...为何还要转encoding 呢?决不放弃,再来一次!

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I've now finally realised that the reason why none of my chinese posts work is due to the language settings. Silly me. Let me try again this time. Fingers crossed.�����Դ�����.....֮ǰ�����Ķ����ʺ�, ������...��һ��Ӧ��û�����?ϣ�������.

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I was wondering.....Should I change my layout to one of those fancy, widely used blogger templates?? I'm a bit tired of this purple-y-fuschia colour scheme that I had on more than a year.Oh and by the by, my LJ - http://www.livejournal.com/users/pleine_lune/

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7th April 2005----------BEN FOLDS!!!! *gawks at swift finger movements on the piano and overwhelmed by geek charm*THE BEST $56.90 I'VE EVER SPENT ON A GIG! (seriously, this is the first 2 hour gig I've been to in 4 years, most performers entertain for an hour or so then bid their farewells. And they cost more. Ah I feel blessed)Plus I am addicted to Bitches Ain't Shit.-----------------------Feels

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Right at this moment, I'm looking through the pictures SS posted on her Yahoo! Photos. Here's a friend whom I haven't seen for 2 years, and perhaps for many years to come, our paths will never cross the way they once did back in CHS so many years ago. But here I am, given a glimpse of her new life in Adelaide. I might not be there among the smiling crowd; I am there, the virtual visitor of her

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Obviously we're long past CNY, but since I realised I haven't been in blogger for a month, I've left an article unfinished.... maybe I should finish it and leave it at that. I was thinking of pitching it into the Star or something, however work and uni got in the way.****My conclusion on spending CNY here? It is quiet, boring and the anti-thesis of what CNY is supposed to be. In short, it's weird

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I haven't been on Blogger for a while. Apologies. Do check out my LJ for a whole host of rants in the time of my absence on Blogger. Then again, I haven't had much time on my hands to do other things lately, not even with the updating of my blogs. I do feel a void in my life that has gone unrecorded. Talk about trying to make a minute existence in this short life any more significant than its

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I never thought I'd use this term coined famously by SJP's character Carrie Bradshaw on SATC. However at hindsight of what unfolded in tonight's short rendevous, which has been boiling beneath the surface up until tonight, spoke louder than words that my friendship with L has probably reached its sell-by date. Finally, we've reached to a point where fashion's natural competitiveness and

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I've been spending so much time over at Celine's that I'm beginning to grow roots there. We have feasts almost every night I'm there. And yesterday it was at my place. Thanks to Celine, I've discovered the wonders of puff pastry. Easy peasy desserts in minutes! Also, despite the fact that Ling and Celine don't really get along well with each other, I do understand Celine's pov on Ling. Quite

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I came across this site at Sew WrongIt's a very interesting and meaningful quilt project started by Terese Agnew in the plight of the textile workers that made our garments. The workers, whoose identities we would not know of, are merely represented by the clothing labels that they work for, in poor, sweatshop conditions. Inspired, Terese uses the clothes labels to make the quilt. The quilt

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My appetite to shop is as bad as Godzilla's appetite for mass destruction. However, this time I feel very proud and happy about myself. I felt good on this rare occassion instead of the usual guilty pangs. This is indeed the season to spend. Most people are buying pressies for other people, or scouting for a holiday party outfit, but me, I buy for me and only me. Since no one is here to pamper

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Retail therapy is good. Country Road is having a 35% off all items for CR members. So I got this pair of short pants for a reasonable price. I wanted to get some tops as well, but there weren't much smaller sizes left, apart from a few stained with makeup. I'm going to walk around Myers after I finish with this post, as they are having a 20% off storewide sale today and tomorrow. I might scout

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I want to be so over this! But my mood is not lifting despite it being a week away from the holidays season. Maybe because it's gonna be holidays soon that I feel oddly alone and miserable. And it doesn't help that every single blog I read talks about reunions and gatherings and what not. Gosh, I have not stoop this low since coming to Australia. Me homesick? I really must still be emotionally

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After a string of sad sounding posts, I'm gonna leave it all behind me and have a good summer. Times like these, you just wish that you're home and surrounded by heaps of family and friends. It doesn't matter so much now. Ling's a star for being amazingly supportive and patient with me. I am thankful that she's here with me. We've been out to Manchester Lane and the Chaise Lounge for drinks and

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One of my all time favourite classics. Heartbreakingly beautiful as well.My funny valentine; Sweet, comic valentine; You make me smile with my heart. Your looks are laughable; Unphotographable; Yet, you're my favorite work of art. Is your figure - less than Greek? Is your mouth - a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart? Don't change a hair for me; Not if you care for me; Stay,

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That was what mom said when I called her last night. Times like these, her wisdom, love, encouragement and strength is what I need. If mom is the shelter for my wounded heart, then perhaps there is no man that comes close to the comfort that she brings to me. Mama says I am a shelter to the guys whose hearts were wounded. That they find solace and comfort in my presence. And it's with me they

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I think this is the first time in my life so far that I feel so under appreciated as a person, as an individual. People who've read or know me long enough will know how much I treasure my individuality and my ever continuous search for it. And here I am, sulking at a relationship on hold, just because my other half is confused. Confused because he's starting to compare me with his exes. Not just

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Drink up baby down Are you in or are you out? Leave your things behind 'Cause it's all going off without you Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy These mess-ups You bubble-wrap When you've no idea what you're like So, let goJump in Oh well, what you waiting for? It's all right 'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown So, let goJust get in Oh, it's so amazing here It's all right 'Cause

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Activists hiss at snakeskin Apparently python skins are the rage now in the lala land of fashion. The things people do for fashion *sigh* Not that I like snakes, anything that is done against ethics gets on my nerves. I wonder how long does it take to farm a python? I could imagine the meterage of skin one fat python can provide. Profitable enough to make one slightly wayward businessman to do

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If you happen to be in Bangsar between the 8th to 22nd of December, you are very welcome to drop by my father's exhibition =) Click here to view e-invite

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Mom sent me a chock full of images of daddy's paintings which will be featured in his coming solo show. It opens on the 8th of December and runs till the 22nd of the same month. Since their favourite person wouldn't be there to see everything, mom decided that they come to me instead. I miss and love them heaps, and fingers crossed that this will be a huge success. I also miss attending openings.

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I don't think my presence online is sadly missed. I just don't find the need to be online so often anymore. Actually our connection's on almost 24/7 these days, just that I leave it connected, without logging onto MSN or doing anything else. You will most likely to catch me on gmail in the mornings. Email hasn't been so fun until gmail came along. I do feel sorry sometimes for neglecting certain

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Just when you think that things are all rainbows and butteflies in your life, your past comes back and haunts you with smses. I knew that I should've sort that out before I jump on a new ship. It's all very unexpected. So, here I am, in a situation that i'm all too familiar with in the movies. I find this unreal, or perhaps, in such circumstances, not so unreal, but more of lack of resolution.

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B: Your Beauty liesin Plain Sight. Plain, simple and the girl nextdoor. People tend overlook you as you are the "normal girl", but you're actuallyvery beautiful. And you have plenty about you to set you apart, but more thatlets you blend. People love the stability you have because as others may comeand go, you will always be there and you may always be the same. You like simplethings and that's

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DJs windows again. they finally changed the obscene swimwear windows and now we've got some cluttered x'mas ones. As for the poses of the 5 mannequins? Nothing short of a wannabe 007 cool, which as usual, fails parlously.

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holidays are finally here. weeee! assessments over. I did quite alright. Managed to impress Karen Webster (course coordinator) with my experimentals which is a good thing. BUT didn't do so well with the colour and fabric swatches in my developmentals, which I think will pull my grades down. =( anyhooo, it's all over for the year. So far i've cleared the kitchen sink, cleaned the toilet bowl and

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I don't know if i should be happy about this or not, but like he said, it's all positive at the moment. which is very comforting. Everytime that someone comes along in your life, you wish that maybe this time you've got it right, that maybe this would lead to something good. And that he's patient and kind to you, and you are both comfortable in each other's presence, and most importantly, the

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I know David Jones windows will never be as good as Myer. Myer's always looking very sophisticated, chic and classy, a contrasting image of DJ's tacky, and sometimes hilarious windows. And when I say hilarious, I am referring to the men's windows. It makes you wonder if they build their menswear business through the homosexuals, or the visual merchandiser (himself) is one. *grins* I had to stop

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I saw it in the city library and grabbed it immediately. Mainly because Brick is on the tracklist. I love this song to bits, ever since I heard it on Rick Dees Top 40. Anyway, surprise surprise, it's a live recording of his performances on tour. He just has the ability to sing songs with extremely honest lyrics, which sometimes sounds like he's rambling away on his piano, LMAO. So now the com's

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The Cooks. The one 10 has been promoting on tele on and on and on and on for months. All I have to say is this : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA One can pretty much guess the plot line when the big M warning appears on tele, saying that it contains coarse language and sex scenes. *snorts* and indeed. 15 mins into the show, the first steamy scene in kitchen comes on. But wait there's more, 20-25 mins

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The Man Ray exhibition which ended yesterday at the NGV is one of the best paid shows I've ever seen so far in this year. Since writing that surrealism essay, I had a fairly good understanding of what Man Ray's works are like and seen many of his pieces from the books. The thing about Man Ray is that he makes photography so interesting and humourous, in keeping with the Dada and Surrealist spirit

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I haven't left my bed much since I got into it at 3 am. Many thoughts running through my head, but why aren't any of them design or fashion related? I don't want to think of it anymore. Not now. Not this time of the year. Even after that, when uni's finally over for the year, I just wanna go out and get a better job and concentrate on this volunteering job that I might possibly get. I used to

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I met him. What to say. Actually I have nothing much to say, just as long as she is happy, that is all that matters. Mixed feelings right now. I know it's silly, but it just is. Afterall, one can't help feeling protective about the whole thing. All I have to say is that he's just not my cup of tea. Female instinct or bias opinion? I don't know. Trying to figure that one out. I don't want to feel

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I've had this song for quite a long while now, and have never wanted to look up the lyrics until now. It's heart wrenchingly beautiful, at first listen. Now with the words, it makes a stellar combination with the music. I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all i've done. And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I

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Beautiful sunshine and glorious heat. I've never felt so alive. The grass was a brilliant green at the state library front lawn and packed with people. For a change, me and Ling decided to enjoy the weather and had lunch on the lawn. Poor Ling was extremely conscious of the 'evil' pigeons that trotted about the area. Those pigeons are clearly only minding their own business, even within close

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Anyway, in a desperate whim to blog when blogger refused to load on my IE, I've gotten myself a LJ. not like I need any really. I'll prolly be cross posting stuff here and there. A backup plan. Life is gonna be hectic, hectic and hectic. I need more than a miracle to get all my stuff done. lol. At the moment the prospects are bleak. If I cut down my sleeping time I'll be able to get there.

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Mention that you're the only child in your family and get labelled 'spoilt brat'. It is not pleasant to hear that from someone you hardly know, and even more so hurtful to receive it from your close friends. For as long as the 2 decades that I've been in this world, I've always been prejudiced by this notion. People always perceive the only child as extremely difficult, someone one has to

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Some are more shy than the others. Why is that? And different people are shy in different ways. When I meet new people, more often than not I'm pretty outgoing. Which in fact is pretty out of the norm, if I said I was a shy person. But I am shy. In a different way to most. Most people are people shy, or they just don't know what to say. Whereas, I'm shy, but I blab the first thing that comes to

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Your Love Style Is... Shy! Something is holding you back. You are a caring person with lots to offer but for some reason you are afraid to let go. Everyone needs love and you are no exception so don't be scared to take the plunge. Come on you know you want to. What is your Love Style? Find out at DatingTips.ws

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She woke up from her restless sleep. It has been a while since she had a nightmare. She can't exactly remember what was it that haunted her, but it couldn't have been anything good if it gave her the chills. Disconcerted by the bad dream, she curled into the corner of her bed, and started sobbing. Life hasn't been kind to her lately, and the last thing she needed was it paying a visit to her

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3 weeks straight of assignment datelines, i've come out from the shadows with finished work, but also a pimply face. I wished to say that I've come out unscathed. It'll be some sort of miracle of the century. Breakouts are inevitable. Even for superstars. But then again, they've got all the personal trainers, beauticians and assistants to battle all those evilness that crops out on the skin. Darn

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No sleep No sleep until I am done with finding the answer Won't stop Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer Sometimes I feel I going down and so disconnected Somehow I know that I am haunted to be wanted I've been watching I've been waiting In the shadows all my time I've been searching I've been living For tomorrows all my life In the shadows In the shadows They say That i must learn to

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I don't need to be anything other Than a prison guard's son I don't need to be anything other Than a specialist's son I don't have to be anything other Than the birth of two souls in one Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from I don't want to be Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately All I have to do Is think of me and I have peace of mind I'm tired of looking '

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Instead of being confined to the bed regions, i'm up and about trying to finish my fashion merch assignments which are supposedly due in wednesday. I was so close to finishing it on wed. And I think i'm just darn lucky that Vicki gave me an extension till Friday. I hate to belt the sickie as an excuse, but when you've worked 2 weeks straight at it, and your body skips warning signs and collapse

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I'm the worst neighbour one can ever be. If you see the typical heartless neighbour who doesn't give a damn on tv or movies, that's me. I like to be acquainted with the neighbour, but do not want to go into intimate terms with them like caring or sharing. Chatting will be sufficient enough. Does that make any sense? I'm the typical city girl, cold and impersonal. Actually i'm really ashamed of

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I'm discussing politics with my mom. Or rather my mom brought up the subject first. It's big news, v.v.v.v.major. Anwar's freed today. A late national day present for our dear beloved country. A mark in history. It's official, Mahathir no longer reigns. I'm very much disappointed by the lack of info and coverage on the Star. Understandable, on the restriction of media freedom. But I think the

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I think too much. I'm an overthinker. and I do apologise if reading me is a bore.... and perhaps I should refrain from pouring too much negativity and personal insights here......

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Alright, so Merdeka day is over. What do I feel? The me who's cooped up in the 7th floor Bank Place Charter House apartments smack right in the middle of Melbourne. Well, almost in the middle. It was a long day for me as usual on tuesdays, and golly goodness I didn't pass out at 10pm after an OC show this time, but nor was I overly excited about it. I'm bz like any uni student this time of the

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"Whereas at the other side of the hemisphere, I'm clouded by uncertainty as to the whereabouts of my future. Yes, one more year to go, but we have to choose our streams and electives for next year now and I still couldn't make up my mind. To think I used to know what I really want out of life. I'm not so sure anymore. It's frustrating. I tried picturing myself in 3 years time and to be honest I

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it wouldn't be the end of the world. But seriously, not trying to sound like some manhattanite-high-flying-society fashion vicitm, I can't ever imagine thinking what it will be like if I met someone (who isn't from remote and underdeveloped areas of the world) who goes "Dior, who? " or "Christian, and what's the last name?". And I will, in my most shocking/appalled tone of voice say "WHAT???!!

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I stayed up till 5.30 am the day before, had a 9.30am - 5.30pm day in uni and now I'm sitting here wondering if there's a way to reduce the need for sleep. I should've just kept on working yesterday night and not sleep that early. 1 am to 10am. That's more than enough sleep to recharge. But the problem remains. I've got too much work to do and I tend to end up basking in the comforts of the bed.

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Was reading the Portmans newsletter for August and well, I am very much tired about this whole retro thing. 50s elegant chic.....pastels......ditch your LBD (little black dress)......satin skirts, you name it, it's in Portmans. and Sportsgirl, and Jeans West and Just Jeans and Supre and the numerous tacky stores at Swanston which I never want to set foot in. When will the whole industry wake up

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by the by, in other news. I bagged shoe no. vingt-quatre (24) on tuesday. It's a colour of yummy chocolate brown and very very preppy, bookish and vintage. It's a 2inch heel with a beautifully crafted round toe and fastens with an ankle strap. Different from my usual pointy shoe, but I love it. The last pair on the sale rack and a glorious size 7 1/2. ^_^ Lucky girl I am.

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Yet another term that I picked up from BJD. Yes, remember that, tribal elders. The TE in question are my colleagues and bosses at the place that I work. They, being the aunties and uncles as they were, delight themselves with my future matrimonial prospects. The debacle is often amusing, but really, it's just some really lame, harmless jokes that is supposedly spoken to build team rapport. Not

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I'm waiting for the day when the spiral goes upwards again, if that ever happens. Really, make a coil and look at its movements, it always tended to the downward direction. Talk about gravity. Life isn't rainbows and butterflies at the moment, and I wish it isn't so. I wish I can sleep better at night. And wake up at the right side of the bed every morning. and most importantly je veux manger

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Here's an interesting question: Will a guy be forgiving when a girl cheats on him? This was the topic for Jennifer Tai's new article on MSN Women. Really, we hear of guys cheating on their girlfriends all the time, due to their sudden moment of weakness in confrontation with the fairer sex, and their partners, after all that debacle forgives them. So what if there's a role reversal? and if so,

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This week marks a month gone in the 2nd semester. The atmosphere surrounding the fashion dept is a weird one. No one's quite motivated. The pace seems to be fast yet, in essence it is actually sluggish. You know one's painful attempt to catch the bus (or tram, in keeping with the fact that it's Melbourne) when it's off speeding without you on it? That's how I feel at the moment. And perhaps the

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Yes, I bagged another pair of shoes today. *cue for eyeball rolling* With the rate i'm going, by the time I reach 25, I'll probably have 40 pairs of shoes... writing this is good enough of a scare. But then, often I wonder if my peers from Taiwan and China who are absolutely chic all the time, had already long reached that particular quota. My shoe collection would probably be pale in comparison.

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Just when you think you've left things behind in the past, it comes back unannounced and hit you right in the face. All the foundations that you've worked up to the current state are instantly shattered and batted back down to ground zero. Ouch. Unexpectedly painful. And I couldn't help wonder if being sane again means having to go through that paranoia cycle one does to contain all again in

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The wicked witch of the *enter direction here: NSEW, whichever that takes your fancy* must have felt the need to terrorise the minute citizens of Melbourne with strong drafty winds that creep straight into your very spine. I would like it very much to regard it sensational, unfortunately the only thing that I felt was the chills.   It is almost 2 months into winter, so far the weather has been

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Your Icecream Flavour is...Neopolitan! You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind! What is your Icecream Flavour? Find out at Go Quiz Is there a Oreo McFlurry flavour??

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