L.C.T

2010-03-25T12:20:00.003+08:00

My, my it's indeed been a long time. I just wanted to write really quickly that I am not for one dead - in fact I'm quite the contrary.

The thought of this blog resurfaced into my college brainwashed mind and I think I'm on the verge of deciding as to whether it is worth continuing. All matters aside, Boston is an amazing place to live in and I've a lot to update on!

Bostonian skyline at dusk

Lots of love,

-T.

2009-10-19T21:59:00.003+08:00

Something really quick, again.

I'm guessing for all the readers on this very deserted blog, they would know about my other fashion blog which is Lucid Couture (link on the link bar at the bottom left). I really do love my fashion blog, as much as anyone could like it - cos I do have a certain heartfelt connection with fashion and whatnot.

So anyway, I've been on Youtube wasting my time recently and there are a lot of tutorials and how to do this and that regarding make-up and style so I decided that with the amount of time I have; to create a channel.

It's here if you want to take a look at it. Still in progress but still a channel nonetheless! One of my videos... so do check them out if and when you have time! Criticise all you want! Rate, comment and subscribe though : D

2009-10-19T00:06:00.000+08:00

Quick entry but I'm going to make one anyway because I feel like it's of some sort of weirdly personal importance.

I know there are a lot of haters out there and I'm not hater-police or anything out with a vengeance; but I don't get how some people can just be so overly negative. I was recently just going through my tag box/chat box comments and I remembered all the old comments about my looks or giving extremely rude suggestions and whatnot... I mean, I'm personally not attached to those comments because I for one (for lack for better and more eloquent words) know who I am, what I represent and who I can trust, etc.

So... maybe for people who aren't as strong-willed or succumb to criticism more easily will feel personally attacked or offended but I would like to know; what effect do people who leave hater comments want to achieve?!? Do they think I will stop blogging? Do they think I'm going to go get plastic surgery or blur my face in shame and stop taking pictures? I don't know but whatever, for the most part; it leaves me pretty unaffected.

I'm all for constructive criticism or useful criticisms in all its forms but something like :
"OMG, you're going to make my eyes burn!! I'm blind!!!!"
just isn't extremely useful you know? Like what do you expect me to do with something like that? Actually it just makes me laugh, perhaps I should go over to your house, burn your eyes some more while I'm there and bandage them up for you.

Whatever in the end, it doesn't affect me and I am still baffled by what people try to get out of something like this. I'll keep on doing what I want to keep on doing and that's that I suppose. So i know that hate comments will always exist, specially in today's Internet-savvy world and because of the amount of time people have to leave comments such as that show the diminution of society but well, who I am to judge right? After all I'm just an ugly girl who burns your eyeballs out : ) or wait, o.O

The internet makes people feel powerful. Hiding behind that screen miles away, you know you'll never have to actually face the person in real-life. Well I don't have to face you either so bring it on!

2009-10-16T00:15:00.002+08:00

Sometimes, I wish I were a little more insightful. Don't get me wrong, I'm a very observant person, to the point where if you ask me what the stranger who just passed was wearing; I could describe it to you in great detail.

But observant is definitely not the equivalent of insight.

Some people have this uncanny ability to be able to describe and depict things to the core of what they're worth. Maybe I can do that, but half the time; I still feel like I'm just scratching on the surface. It's weird really, sometimes I think that I'm insightful and maybe a little too astute but then; I realise that some other person has just hit the bullseye on some other sociological observation.

I think it's because I actually physically THINK too much. I try too hard. Yeah, for once I actually try. But I definitely 'try' to be insightful sometimes and in the end; you forego what you're really after, the insight.

Most people I know who are extremely and frighteningly insightful are simple. They don't overthink, they go with the flow. Maybe a little bit of a slacker. Perhaps I should adopt that way of life, traipsing through everyday like there's no tomorrow...

Or maybe I'm just not cut out for sociology.

Listening to: Secret - The Pierces

2009-10-14T15:36:00.001+08:00

Oh my goodness. I'm SO totally going through an identity crisis or something...

This is so strange, why I'm even thinking about it.

Maybe I'm not and I'm just being the personality equivalent of a hypochondriac.

2009-10-08T11:04:00.002+08:00

I'm going to be moving house soon... it's sort of a melancholy feeling this time because for one we're moving to a bigger place with an awesome view. I get my own balcony and my room sounds extremely promising (pictures when it's done). But then, I'm leaving my best friend behind (now, we live in the same condo) and the cozy proximity of my current neighbourhood.

One thing I don't like about moving is packing! It's such a chore and having to sift through old things that have accumulated in your room over the years is just much more tiring than one expects. I feel like I can become such a pack rat that it's going to be hard to let some of this old sentimental junk go. Maybe I'll have a garage sale!

Then there's the issue of actually unpacking the stuff when it gets there... oh what a chore, what a chore...

Right now, the new house is undergoing renovation so it's a complete mess but everything looks pretty promising! I think it should all be done by the end of the month and that's when we're also moving out from our current apartment. The worst thing is, I'll only be there for two months before I myself have to move to go to Boston.

View from my balcony at dusk

To new beginnings I guess... I'm pretty excited to see the whole outcome of the move - and eventually the outcome of my big move to the States. I'm nervous! It's really far away...

2009-10-07T21:00:00.000+08:00

Even though I haven't been busy or anything, it seems like I find a thousand and one reasons to just not update... which really is shame on my part.

But here comes a long-awaited update anyway. I'm no party girl by anyone's standards but recently; it seems that I've been having more nights out than even I expected...

A weakness of mine is never being able to document a night out properly! Some people manage to have amazing pictures of a night out (as amazing as they can be of the same people in a venue); but well, I do try...

So the other week we all decided to go to Steve Aoki's Ready Set Glo with Diplo. I've been to one of his other Ready Set Glo's but this time I came back with a vengeance. I needed to do something more... worthwhile? So well, I got a picture with Aoki himself!! Yay! I guess that'll do it for me anyway.

He seems a little bit of a cold person but well, he does make good music or remixes to say the least. Anyway, it was a good night even though it was cramped, hot and crazy at times.

Anyway, Chloe promised Kim that we'd have a night out just to experience Singapore nightlife after his two weeks being here and not doing much. We met up slightly early for a Zouk night out so we decided to go to Arab Street and have some shisha to pass the time. Since it was Hari Raya, Arab Street felt really really deserted to the point it was eerily creepy but anyway it turns out that everyone was lurking in a quiet cafe or alleyway enjoying their evening.

I insisted to everyone there (Chloe, Sarah and Kim) that we must go back to Zouk before midnight which was the designated time Diplo and Steve Aoki were going to play. Of course, I was more excited about the Steve Aoki part but well; in typical Zouk manner, DJs always start late and that's not news.

As to be expected for a DJ of Aoki's calibre, Zouk was packed to the nines! It was pretty much impossible to move and a lot of bumping and jostling was done but with jugs good to go, I think we were pretty much set for the night.

There was good company and everyone was just enjoying the music and atmosphere. Although sometimes it got a little claustrophobic and seriously hot; everyone was there purely to enjoy good 'old' Aoki music (to say the least). He even gave out free CDs at one point! Imagine getting hit in the head with one of those... ouch!

The one thing that always gets to me is my fringe! I really like it and as much as I love having it down all fringe-y and whatnot; when it gets hot and sweaty, I think that's the first thing that goes. I can't say I'm an altogether glamorous person or put-together person when it comes to partying it down because I really am not. I get into it and I'm totally in the moment and just absorbing everything around me: from the music, to the company and the atmosphere.

So one thing I gotta work on doing is making it through the night without looking like such a train wreck! I mean, I have tons of fun doing it but the aftermath is just something I don't even want to have to deal with : )

Nonetheless, it was a really good night with good company and I'm sure Kim will remember it for the times to come. He's gotta do me the same favour next time I'm back in Paris!

***

And as everyone in Singapore and I think around the world knows, it was the second inaugral F1 night race held here! Last year I sort of missed out on all the hullaballoo simply because of my fervent disinterest in all things F1. I know I shouldn't be so closed minded but I did try to like it and I don't! So, in replacement; I'll just embrace the parties instead : )

So Jerome and I decided that the Fuel Party was probably the one to go to. Plus it was held at the Museum! Honestly, I find that really cool just because I myself am a big museum junkie and it seemed an uncanny place to host a party of that level. Since there were non-stop parties for three nights in a row, I went to the one on Saturday because it just seemed like there was a better line-up...

The night started a bit slower than expected. We got there at 22h30 expecting it to have somewhat started but then the people who man the door told us to come in another hour because the DJs haven't arrived and they were still doing last minute sound checks, etc. So after getting our tickets, we headed off to the pub across the road to have a couple of drinks first.

I must say however, I really liked what they did to the Museum! I didn't expect such a place to hold a party like this! And seeing Novus like that at night is also something different.

The first DJ of the night at the Courtyard was the guy from New Order, Peter Hook. My dad grew up listening to New Order/Joy Division! So did I! I find it somewhat strange to see someone like him DJing but nonetheless, the atmosphere was really good! And that's an understatement. Or maybe it's just because we've had a couple of drinks too many?

The Black Eyed Peas even made a surprise visit to the Fuel Party! I've seen them twice in concert and it was like a free one here since Will.I.Am was the only one supposed to attend. I didn't know he was a DJ as well... considering the fact that the songs he chose to mix were completely out of his normal Hip Hop genre.

By the end of the night, a bottle of champagne was inevitable. James had joined us from his seats at the actual F1 race and we all partook in the 'celebrations'. Something must've been right to get us to stand up on chairs like that...

So the night ended on a good note. We went out for some more music DJed by Alex? Apparently he's actually a Doctor! Yum yum, the next McDreamy perhaps?

With drinks, champagne, good music and an undeniable atmosphere at a really cool venue; I do think the Fuel Party was pretty competent... too bad I won't be here next time round! As I say, there's always a first and last for everything right?

Nevertheless, I'm excited to go to the official opening of the JewelFest happening this Friday! All that bling must make some people swoon : ) and others broke.

Aoki night!

2009-09-26T02:10:00.000+08:00

A couple of days ago, Steve Aoki played at Zouk for the umpteenth time. This time, I wasn't going to go without getting a picture with the man himself.

This is a definite accomplishment! Even though he's actually kind of cold, or maybe just tired. Anyway, it was a night of epic proportions :-)

F1 soon! Fuel Party tomorrow and LiLo is in town :-) more celeb hunting because now I'm slightly hooked on taking pictures with famous people...

- LCT via iPhone

2009-08-24T23:04:00.002+08:00

"Ultra Supersonic, Gin and Tonic"

That was definitely the theme of the night. It feels like ages since I've properly been out and had a great time with many of my friends. Over the past couple of months all we had to do was worry about our final exams and face the fact that everyone we know was parting ways to start a new chapter in life - University.

So it was a welcome night when we could all get together again just like old times and party it up one last time. It was bittersweet because on one hand we had a helluva time but on the other, it was in commemoration of Jess' last night out in Singapore before she moves to Hong Kong. I'm glad we still got the chance to do something like this though.

As usual, I arrived late. No matter what I do ahead of time, I can never be on time! That's definitely something I've got to work on for the future because being prompt is something quite important. Nevertheless, I got to be what I like to call fashionably late in my new threads and I wore my new shoes and dress! I love them, they're so comfortable and they didn't hurt ALL night long - that's what I call a great pair.

Everyone was pumped for Zirca (even though it's not my club of choice), I was still pumped because in the end; it doesn't really matter where you go as long as you've got great company. Zouk is still definitely my stepping ground but I guess it didn't hurt that I got free entry and could sign people in and get discounts on drinks here : )

I'm not complaining, the music at Zirca's not half bad - just not as good as Butter or Zouk. In fact, I think I need to rekindle my connections to Butter Factory. It's been a while. I just think that Zirca lets in too many people without really rejecting them. It's so easy to get in that the crowd becomes so young and uncouth. I for one know that a lot of people from my school go there and they're only in 8th or 9th grade! They have a penchant for yes looking older but dressing extremely sluttily. I mean hey, if it gets you the guys and if it gets you in; by all means - I'm not the one denying the access but once a club does that, it just starts losing its taste for me...

Jugs in hand, we were ready to tackle the night. I think I overdosed slightly on alcohol that night. I look like a bit of drunkard always holding a jug but I escaped pretty unscathed that night. I thought I would be as drunk as a dog having not drunk indecent quantities in a while.

We promised ourselves that we were going to chronicle this night well and we did just that! So many pictures were taken that I can't keep track of them. These are only a few and I must say I feel a bit vain posting the ones I'm in. After all, I was in a new dress, new shoes and new hair! What do you think about my new bangs?

It was just a night of good, unadulterated fun. What can I say? Everyone was in a great mood and I think we were all just really happy to be in each others' company for so long! The graduates were glad they could beat their boredom while the High Schoolers were glad they could just escape the torturous amounts of work from IB.

3 drinks, 3 shots and 4 jugs down; we were ready to call it a night. It wasn't without drunk people going missing and a little bit of flashing and slutty dancing though. I must say, being a VIP does have its privileges!

Parting ways does seem to have its own ways of producing a stellar night. I'll be going off to Boston in January and I'm pretty excited. Until then, I'll have to cope being in Singapore, moving to a new house and going back to Indonesia and enjoy myself there for a while. It's been a while since I've visited my family and they're always an interesting bunch to spend time with. But until then, I'm welcoming new old company - people who have returned from long holidays who are here to stay for a bit and it's going to be another kind of fun. For starters, the Zouk crowd will come back so I'm really looking forward to that.

In fact, we've sort of planned out what we are going to do already! I can't wait.

2009-08-11T22:26:00.001+08:00

I LOVE this video and song. I think Moulin Rouge is one of the most beautiful movies. Ever.

The dancing, songs, oh J'adore Paris.

2009-08-04T23:07:00.001+08:00

I am REALLY obsessed with this song.
Been listening to them for quite some time and their new album finally came out a couple of months ago : )Vive Phoenix! Allez les bleus.

2009-08-01T19:31:00.002+08:00

I was just reminiscing just now and reading a bunch of e-mails from friends all over the world as we're all on holiday... and it just dawned upon me that I really miss Guillermo!

I just miss talking to him and laughing my ass off and being able to do nothing but everything at the same time. Such melancholy nostalgy...

Sure there were better days and everything but whatever, everything happens and you can't do anything about it. In the end, he's still gonna one of my greatest friends and I hope that never changes. In fact I just want to meet with the whole lot - Guillermo, Anton, Jerome, Carlota, EK, Phil, Malika, KK and Ponita. If only we didn't have to separated by distance all the time.

I guess that's what you get for being a third-culture kid; there is no home to call home.

Tu me manques my Spanish.

All photos at ZoukOut 2008

2009-08-01T00:00:00.000+08:00

So I got quite motivated and decided to do the post on Bali too. We took an early flight from Surabaya and arrived in Bali by about 11 am. It was such a beautiful day too!

The driver picked us up from the airport and we made our way to the villa we were going to stay at. The other people we were going on the trip with were already there as they arrived a day earlier. I had such an amazing time in Bali as always. Who doesn't? It's just the fact that we were all graduated and we were with all our friends that made things even better!

Having just arrived at the hotel, we took a buggy to go to the villa. Number 14 to be exact. The hotel was so beautiful in typical Balinese style.

We were all in such a good mood even though tired from all that mountain climbing and everything. I think it's just the vibe Bali has on you - instant mood lifter! Anyway, the hotel was a typical modern Balinese resort style with lots of typically Indonesian motifs. There was the pool near the lobby which I thought really pointless after a while because each villa had their own pool anyway!

We quickly inspected the villa and were so happy to meet everyone else! It was like a big reunion but it was soon disturbed by the fact that everybody was itching to go to the beach so we dumped our bags, changed and walked to the beach!

We stayed in Petitenget which is the Seminyak, Legian area. It's famous for KuDeTa the Café del Mar of Bali; which I frankly find nicer than CDM in Singapore. It's known to be a huge expat hangout and it serves super good food and drinks. We spent most of our afternoons hanging out here sipping on our mojitos while watching the sunset.

The waves in Seminyak are super fun! They're can get really big but most of the time are pretty manageable... as in I won't drown in it. They were really strong though for someone small like me. Most afternoons we'd just boogie board round the beach and get tossed around by the huge waves that came afterward. Might I mention that Pat and Cecile are just so cute!

By sunset we headed back to the villa as we were going out for dinner. With 11 people in villa with 5 bedrooms - showers had to take turns. Poor Seb had to sleep on the couch cos he's such a gate crasher and didn't confirm till the day before they all left on the trip! The villa is so tranquil and pretty... I wish I didn't have to leave.

It was such a great place to chill and all the bedrooms were big. We had our own kitchen, bar, living room, dining room so we fully utilised it by cooking pasta in the afternoons and playing drinking games till the early hours of the morning. Then the lazy boys would all crash on the couch drunk channel surfing and laughing at really pointless things. I really miss those moments now!

Bérengère and I just decided to chill on one of the loungers and catch up for a bit, since she wasn't on the trip in Surabaya. There's such a great atmosphere in the villa and luckily everyone got along cos sometimes, there are bound to be arguments!

I know those are really pointless pictures of birds but I love seeing bird formations! Haha call me a nerd but they fascinate me! So as we were eating pasta, the guys decided to order pizza from a nearby pizzeria. It's all so convenient and the pizza was SO GOOD! The villa just became home ground and we utilised everything to the maximum! A little too much sometimes, as you will find out further down.

When in Bali, thou shalt party like a rock star! That's what we did practically every night. I don't know when these were taken but all I know is that they are party pictures hah. Of the 4/5 days we were there we went out almost every night. Club hopping is super fun in Bali specially in Legian where all the good clubs are. Everything's free and you don't even have to dress up : )

Everything's always so cheap so we'd pre-drink at the villa, head out at 1 am and party hearty till the wee hours of the morning (aka: till the club closed). Everyone was always mightily drunk including that idiotic picture of me in the cage where we were almost sexually assaulted (no kidding) and Seb (the guy beside my picture who's blowing out cigar smoke) defended us and as a result picked a fight with Indonesian ''thugs''.

We seriously lived the high life when we were in Bali. I love how everything translates to "cheap" when you're there and because the Rupiah comes in the hundreds of thousands it's easy to be a millionare! We certainly felt like it with the swanky villa, good alcohols, cigars, etc.

This is on an entirely different night where we had dinner at Jimbaran first (the place known for its seafood by the beach) and then headed out to party. We only had one car that night so 13 of us had to fit in a normal SUV. I was feeling slightly sick that night because of all the 'activities' but I had to get into the trunk with 4 other guys because I'm the 'small one'. So we basically stuffed ourselves in the trunk like a bunch of illegal immigrants and endured the car ride to Legian. Now I can say I've been trunking and it was an experience with 4 other people.

By the second night, we discovered our 'home clubs'. We usually started out at Sky Garden then moved to Mbargo and ended the night at Bounty with their jungle juice. It is most definitely potent and only costs 5 bucks.

Cécile, Pat and I took advantage of our late flight the last day by calling our driver who took us to Ubud. This part is famous for its rice paddies nestled amongst the Balinese mountains.

We visited one of the oldest temples when we were there and they were preparing for a big annual festival. It's so beautiful and so are the Balinese people (hence I'm proud to at least call myself part Balinese). They invited Cécile to make some rice balls for the festival and she had a hand at trying to shape them which failed miserably.

Then we had lunch at Bebek Bengil which is always good. A restaurant I frequent whenever I'm in Ubud and finished the day off by going to the famous Ubud Market where we bargained our asses off for anything we liked. I ended up with slippers, scarves and dresses for super cheap.

When we got back the guys who had rented motorcycles for the last couple of days had to return it and Abhinav even got to keep that vintage helmet and the glasses. Reminds me of Amelia Earhart!

By the time everyone else had left, there were 4 of us left who were taking the late flight. We had quite a bit of time to kill since our flight was close to midnight. By this time the villa was TRASHED! Boys will be boys and they will never clean up after their mess.

I felt really sorry for the villa and even more so for the people who had to clean up after our mess...

Seriously, I've never seen a house this trashed before. There was alcohol, chocolate, chips, cards and food everywhere. But what can you say? A trip like this only happens once in a blue moon so everyone took full advantage of what Bali has to offer. All the guys were dying to bring back cartons of cigarettes but after Singapore imposed that new rule of one opened pack, they all had to quickly smoke their packs away. Seriously, it's so cheap! A dollar for a pack of local cigarettes (which by the way are really good), specially the cloves.

It was such a trip to remember and we all bonded really well. In the movie Casablanca, they say "We'll always have Paris" but in our case "We'll always have BALI!"

2009-07-31T21:30:00.000+08:00

After all this time I finally bothered to sort through all billion of my Grad trip photos and blog about it. Sorry for the extremely long delay but sometimes, motivation is hard to come by when faced with such an adversary.

The trip for Prashant (frequently referred to as the Indian), Pat, Cécile and I basically came in 3 parts because we visited 3 different distinct locations. Surabaya (where it all started), Bromo and Batu and Bali. It really was a trip worth remembering and I wish I were graduating all over again!

In Surabaya, you go everywhere in a car. Walking is an absolute no no for security issues. And it just seems like you'll never get anywhere in a city as dense, large and messy as Surabaya. It still however has its perks and it's a lot of fun nonetheless. The dog, Snowy came with us wherever we went. It was sooo cute and small and you could just stuff it in a bag and it'd be quite content.

There's never much to do in Surabaya so one day, we contented ourselves by walking around in this mall called "Tunjungan Plaza" which is supposed to be one of the 'premier' malls in Surabaya. It basically led us to the HUGE arcade where my cousin who's amazing at DDR urged us to try it. In two short words to sum it all up: WE SUCKED!

It seems my foot-eye co-ordination needs a little work.

And a little "photography" never hurt anyone. I was fooling around with my 'Polarize' app on the iPhone.

After a couple of days in Surabaya, we took a drive up to Batu which is a nearby mountain town. On the way we visited the Sidoarjo mudflow and went up the levées to see what it was all about. It wasn't my first time but since I went there last; it's expanded A LOT! Experts say it'll keep on spurting for another 31 years before the pressure reaches equilibrium.

And to think that this was all because some lazy Indonesian company didn't want to use reinforcements when drilling for natural gas. Now the area smells like rotten eggs because of the sulfur gas.

It was about a 3 hour drive to Batu where we stayed in my aunt's villa. It got pretty cold at night but it was a really good change for the humidity of Singapore. I love how there are those little pushcarts that come round at night offering different foods like baso (meatball soup), noodles and a lot of local food. It's so cheap too! Something that I really miss about Indonesia - you can get fat in your own house without ever having to step foot outside.

We had to get up at 3 o'clock in the morning after a night of charades to go climb the nearby mountain, Panderman. It was TIRING and it seemed like oxygen was getting thin 1100 meters above sea level... I'm guessing it was because of the night before but it doesn't help that exams make you unfit beyond belief.

This was really an adventure because at the bottom where the supposed 'path' started the guy who lives there told us, "Just follow the path. There are 3 different branches so just remember, left, left, right." I don't know where we went wrong because I swear, we really did do left, left, right but we got totally lost. The path we ended up taking just stopped abruptly and there was a dense forest in front so we decided "what the hell, let's just carve our own path up". I took the lead and we had to be all Indiana Jones and cut through dense shrubbery with our non-existant machete and bullwhip. Basically, the rule of thumb was: look up and keep going up. We really thought we weren't ever going to make it to the summit after many encounters with landslides, millipedes, centipedes and whatnot...

Luckily, we did. As depicted, we were so exhausted and was just in time for sunrise. Even through the exhaustion - yes we still had energy to take a couple of pictures... such explorers. Then to our dismay, we found a perfectly logical path like 3 meters next to the self-carved path we took through the mud, vegetation and BUGS. Still we took in the fresh mountain air, attempted to carve our names in the stone which failed miserably and it was just really beautiful to be up that high and be able to see the valley below.

After Batu and Panderman, we headed to a more famous mountain; Bromo. It was another couple of hours' drive and we even hired a car and driver and everything. We officially reached there at about midnight and had to cross this volcanic sand desert that was really, really beautiful. BUT we got lost for like 3 hours in pitch black in the desert because everything was the bloody same.

By the time we got out of the desert, we had to go get our horses which was the mode of transportation we opted to cross yet another desert to get to the mountain we wanted to climb. Although this path was much easier (on account of the stairs), it was a lot of fun to ride the short horses through the desert.

We also caught the sunrise at 5 am which was again, really beautiful. Then the mountain decided to erupt on us and spewed a really steady stream of sulfurous gases. It was so smelly and pungent and we got engulfed in one for a couple of minutes and had to stay in place because when you step a little too far, you basically roll down the mountain and plunge to your impending death.

Each morning a couple of locals climb up the 300 STEEP stairs to the top of the mountain to make floral offerings. Before they used to slaughter young virgins but of course, not anymore. Instead pretty flowers are tossed into the abyss of endless smoke.

By the time we got back to our original spot it was pretty much the morning and we decided to tuck into a good hot bowl of meatball soup as Prashant so elegantly depicts. It was so picturesque and it's such a cute little sleepy town who's mountain spews smelly gases. It was a really good experience to be able to do that with my friends.

Then it was back to Surabaya where we soothed our aching bodies with a GOOD massage. I'll blog about Bali soon! That's a promise.

2009-07-30T17:13:00.000+08:00

I was just reading through the tagboard comments and then surfaced upon the episode where random people whom I've never had the pleasure to meet commented on the fact that I was acting like a socialite.

Personally, I don't really take offense in any of it but I just find it slightly unerring and strange that people could judge me as a supercilious being based on what I blog about. I mean of course they have all the right to say whatever they want to say but as far as I'm concerned I've never been any other way and have never known any other way than how I presently conduct myself.

So I was just reflecting as to why people could perceive me in this manner and maybe it's because of the way I write? But it's nothing special... I mean I know that I'm an articulate and sometimes slightly too in your face type of person but that's just the way I am. One doesn't belittle another just because they have a lack of things to say either, do we? Or perhaps we do just not to their face.

Is it what I CHOOSE to blog about? I don't know, a lot of other people blog about their daily musings. I mean I don't blog everyday, every minute of my life because THEN it would just be mundane and tedious. Every blogger has the right to choose what they want to blog because they think it will catch others' attention. I don't think content is so much an issue there are tons of people who travel more than me, party harder, work harder, the list goes on.

Maybe they think I'm too egoistic? Who knows. I really am not, I know the universe revolves around the sun thanks. Maybe it's because I don't criticise self-praise or the praise of others. I'm easily flattered and I know that and it's my own fault too - it's gotten me into really deep shit before. BLEH who knows?

I know that I'm a lot more privileged than other people... I get to travel everywhere, get a really great education, great friends and family and can shop whenever I like but that doesn't mean that I'm careless about it. In the end, what makes me a seem like a wannabe socialite? I just live life the way I know how to live it. And if it seems like I'm a wannabe socialite then what else am I supposed to do? Go build a house out of a cardboard box? I'd take my bed any day and live with that title. Maybe I should have it emblazoned somewhere too.

I leave you with a picture of the gorgeous Bali sunset taken on my grad trip with the friends. Still haven't blogged about it, I'm feeling ashamed.

2009-07-26T01:54:00.002+08:00

I'm dying in Singapore! Not that I don't love it but I need to just get away for a bit.

I sort of want to be reunited with Paris once more. Everyone's there and I love that city so much that I seem to somehow know it like the back of my hand.

Well, I THINK I might be heading there in August but who knows? J'adore Paris.

2009-07-18T00:21:00.002+08:00

I'm so obsessed with this tune I want to get married with it playing. That would indeed make for an extremely interesting wedding.

Modeselektor all the way : )

2009-07-17T11:54:00.001+08:00

I'm in love with this video. It's pure genius (art and music-wise)

2009-07-17T03:23:00.002+08:00

Summer is summer and will never refrain to be summer.

This summer however, has been slightly more dismal than the rest on account of the fact that there are just too many goodbyes to be said and too many premature partings. I don't want to have to let my friends go like that because the thing is, most of us think we're just going away for the summer and coming back in August to a cacophony of high school laughter again.

Alas that is not the case this time as we all head our separate and uncertain ways in unchartered waters. Of course, I'm going to be visiting a lot of my friends here and there no doubt. It's nice to know that I'll always have a house to stay in no matter where I am (London, Paris, Ütrecht, New York, you name it).

As for me, I'm sort of bummed out that my summer has gotten to such a late start where I would normally be flying here and there. Last summer was a good trip to France and the UK. Two summers ago was the trip across the East Coast of the USA. Here I am facing uncertain waters of what we call final examination results. Even though I have gotten them, it's taking a long time to clear up the whole dealio with Boston and London and whatnot.

THEN the fun begins. Otherwise, it's being stuck in Singapore for me... well, at least I could say I sort of had fun doing it. Nights out (photos to come) and just keeping busy in general.

So I'm going back to Indonesia (Jakarta, Surabaya and Bali) soon. Saying 'goodbye' to the family and of course soaking in the sun at the villa in Bali. Then it's off to Europe (Paris, Madrid and eventually London) or otherwise it's to the States (New York and Boston).

In the end I think things will balance out and I'll hopefully have a GREAT summer!

2009-06-30T13:44:00.002+08:00

QUICKIE

Was just going through my archives and looking at all the pictures and all (and my pathetically bad writing...) and I'm so jealous at how GOOD my skin was!

It was virtually flawless!! I don't know what happened to me now : ( I'm jealous of my old self haha. Must vigorously take care of my skin now. The sad thing is, I pretty much neglected it before and now I think I'm facing the consequences.

DAMN YOU SKIN!

2009-06-20T14:47:00.002+08:00

I'm officially in love with Fifi Lapin (www.fifi-lapin.blogspot.com)

No, I did not just discover her - in fact I've been following her for quite a while now. I love the fact that the illustrations are so simple but effective!

So as a tribute to all this time I have over the summer holidays, my love for fashion (and for Fifi too) and fashion design; I'm going to do the same.

Perhaps not use a rabbit - but something else. And it's going to be on yes, designer outfits I'm in love with but also my own musings. All this creativity has to be invested somewhere and I'm scared that I'll lose my artistic abilities through the summer after being in IB Art for 2 years.

Ciao ciao.

2009-06-18T21:51:00.013+08:00

So I have finally come back from the dead and decided that (being my undead self) this blog needed some rejuvenation. Therefore, after months of studying and coming out of the hole I created from the exams - I've finally gathered all my outstanding pictures and blog about it.

Months or perhaps just weeks of pictures have been taken and this is not even half of it; since there is still the whole Graduation Trip to Indonesia that has to still be taken care of. Progress progress! Is sure and steady - instead of letting these pictures rot into electronic oblivion.

I've painstakingly organised these in chronological order starting from Graduation itself. What a time that was! I thought that it would never come but alas it did. After being at OFS for what seems like an eternity (trust me, 11 years would do anyone justice...) we finally graduated. What's sad about an international school is that it seems like you never have a concrete set of friends. Everyone comes and goes, goodbyes are another thing we just seem to have an inate talent for. But through the last two years of painful IB and of course, maturing to the people we are today (some however, have not reached that point) you definitely know who you're going to keep in touch with, see in the future or even let them fade into some sort of time portal of those high school days.

Thankfully for me, I've found my calling. My friends who've stuck with me for the past 5 years or perhaps even just 2... but for us "expat kids" it seems enough. I'm gonna miss these people like crazy cos I've spent so many memorable moments that no matter how hard you try to erase, an inkling of what was left will never be detached. That's not to say that High School doesn't come with its fair share of drama but that's what makes like a little more bearable; to know that we're all sane and some evil Big Brother is not out there watching us... just yet.

So here are my girlies. 3 of whom I've known for more than 4 years? Seems like a short while but in a school like ours, even 1 year seems long enough. They keep me sane, keep me going and of course the clichéd thing to say is: we have tons of fun together!

Raissa: my bitching, gossiping buddy who's such a sexbomb. I miss you like crazy, come back to Singapore soon. Remember Mean Girls in 7th grade!

Jessica: the intellect! SAT vocabulary all the way : )

Cécile: I love you Frenchie! One person I can stand without getting overwhelmingly annoyed. We must hang out in Paris and eat and eat and party and party and party. To many more days to come.

Bérengère: 2nd grade! Can you believe it? We're finally done. We've had our differences but through it all - we can always joke about everything.

I love you guys and am gonna miss everything that's happened. High School would not have been the same without these people...

Then there's Anton. Anton Anton Anton.

2 years exactly. I love our random moments. Jerome's house... coming up with such random concepts every English class! The "nervous" game that I'm really gonna miss. Partying it up with you was awesome and thanks for sticking with me for all this time.

I love this picture. It depicts the dynamics of OFS perfectly (no, not in that gay way). But the fact that we can 'harmonise' so easily and just take life one day at a time. Chill, fun and crazily. Well perhaps not everyone's like that but at least I like to surround myself with people such as that.

Anton and Prashant. Such good times with them. This is becoming one gigantic multilateral testimonial but it's just that, now thinking about it in the full boredom of summer - makes me really nostalgic. I can't believe I'm not going back to High School next fall... not seeing these people again. The usual throng of everybody on the courts trying to find classes and sorting everything out. It's a weird thought.

Look at how tacky our graduation gowns are. They're so cheap and synthetic, you ought to think that they could get better ones. Then if you try to iron it out - it'll MELT! So what better way to take a hot shower, hang your gown and let all the creases slowly 'steam' out. It's the way we roll.

Despite it being so ugly. It was all that sentimental shit that, yes we were graduating! No matter the tackiness - it was POWERFUL! Gowns gowns...

Oh and who could forget my rich, spoilt Indonesian friend who's a partner in crime when it comes to organising the UN performances. Nicholas Boediman.

First thing I ask: "Nicholas where's your designer shoes?"

He replies: "No not the shoes today, it's the Hermes belt and the Boss suit. And you?"

I say: "It's the shoes and dress for me today buddy. YSL and Chloé"

Well, let's say all Indonesians have something in common - the power to shop! I'm gonna miss UN so much. All that Indonesian talk has gotten the best of me.

This is the large congregation of a sea of blue gowns. The Class of 2009. We're so retarded, a bunch of underachievers and partyhards. But, can't say that no one loves us cos the teachers really do appreciate our spontaneity and ability to colour any conversation the way we want it to.

I must say, I'm digging the hats. They're hawt.

Yeah so I managed to stuff my camera in my dress underneath my gown. So there's some 'behind the scenes' of graduating when we're all on stage waiting for our names to be called. It was so long but with all the musical performances, speeches and awards... I can't say it didn't get to me. Of course, I wasn't the one bawling like a baby but hey, 11 years worth of memories is a lot to take away!

Look into the light! Literally and metaphorically speaking of course.

I got the Principal's Award too! Academic Merits in all my subjects... ch-yeeahhh bitches! : )

After graduation, we indulged in our little bit of cake. I didn't, I was so busy being congratulated and finding everyone in the sea of people giving flowers, presents and all that schmazz. But here we go, I managed to locate my parents somehow...

Mi Madre and I. Yes we look alike. I know.

My dad actually made it to the graduation! I'm impressed. He was only a little late. Well OK, he's not that unfeeling as to just pass up on my graduation that momentous occasion but he has his penchant for being absent on account of 'business'. I love my roses : ) Apparently there were 50 of them.

Then of course, no graduation would come complete without a graduation party. And in true OFS style, Matt of course has to throw one. He's the party throwers of all party throwers, albeit his parties get slightly boring sometimes but it's become tradition that no one can actually miss it. It's just weird to know that it was the last Matt party we were going to attend.

Yeah, on that occasion I sort of neglected to take pictures at Matt's party and here we are already in a cab at like 1 in the morning on the way to Zouk. Forgive the expressions, we weren't exactly in the best state of mind to judge what is deemed attractive and normal. Jerome and I were in 'SUPERSONIC'

Anton trying to seduce the cab driver. Sorry uncle, for being subjected to the randomest conversation he's probably ever heard involving penguins, their tuxedoes, dugongs, ties and why those animals will get arrested.

Zouk. I don't remember anything except what is shown in these pictures. I remember fumbling and dancing and everything else was a blur.

Blame it on the fucking jugs. Evil motherfuckers. But oh so succulent and irresistable!

There is no need to explain this picture. It has surfaced for no reason.

Jerome and his full-blown sexiness.

I still love Anton. : ) He makes my fucking day. And the days of ponies and rainbows combined. German dancehall reggae and minimal German electronica all the way.

Somewhere along the night, Cécile and Pat popped up. Don't remember a thing! Then there was also Prashant and Bérengère and Vivek who I can't remember seeing...

The DJ was some Chilean dude educated in the world of German electronica. I forgot what the fuck his name was... it was like 10 syllables long. Good music that I can't remember for the life of me. I just remember it was pretty good.

Anyway, after a momentous night; waking up the next morning was less than optimal. It was up to everybody else to patch the little memory I had left. But the night was greeted by the Gros family's farewell party rightly themed "Bollywood Night".

Indeed, everybody came in Saris and Kurtas and and the works. It was lots of fun even though the house smelt of curry for 3 days afterwards. Good food, good music, good WINE! The French know how to select their wine of course.

In Cécile's little house eating dinner. So we could escape from the heat of the main house and the crampedness that was present.

Patrick, silly boy had too much wine to drink. He got pretty drunk and wouldn't stop dancing to Bollywood songs all night long. What a sight of one who is normally so composed.

Random musings. We were at Holland Village after Margarita night not knowing what to do. Margaritas and beer at El Patio then it was off to Clarke Quay where we met Jerome and ended up going to Zirca. It was a REEEALLLY good night even though I got the largest bruise ever! It's still here actually and it looks naaasstyyy!

Prashant and Gunnar. Sorry, Prashant you just blend into Sushi Tei so well : )

So yes, again that night I had a couple drinks too many. Who knew Cointreau bombs could fuck you up that bad? A couple of things happened that shall not be mentioned but nevertheless it was a good night. Tomorrow it shall be repeated! Zouk? Zirca?

Then a couple of days ago, we were all hanging out in Indochine to initiate Gunnar to the world of half-yards. Turned out to be an afternoon of more than just half-yards. Shots and a lot of other things were involved as well.

Jerome convinced us that he knew the best views of the city and so we made our way to an undisclosed apartment 27 storeys above. Went to the rooftop, Jerome and his never-ending handiness picked the lock and we got onto the rooftop. We're so fucking illegal I worry for myself. Then we climbed a ladder another 2 storeys and ended up here! It's epic and Orchard looks SO different from up there. You can even see Marina Bay.

Yes the boys resorted to taking their shirts off. Epic. Orchard is behind.

Mary decided to run around the rooftop with her new Macbook Pro too : ) and take a video of our surroundings. I don't know why this picture makes me chuckle to myself. It's just funny to see a person running around taking a video with their computer.

Again, Orchard is behind her.

Hopefully we didn't disrupt anybody's cable broadcast. It was fully of rusty shit everywhere I'm surprised I didn't get Tetnus or something.

Mary, Jerome and Gunnar (hot stuff : P)

It was spectacular. I can't stress it enough. It took us like 5 minutes to orientate ourselves and it made ION orchard puny! You can't trade something like that for the world. These are some of the few places that most definitely cannot be forgotten. As Gunnar said "it's a special place"

Workin' my money green wayfarers. : )

Gunnar Gunnar... a lot of things have transpired over these two weeks. We'll repeat it again tomorrow muahaha. I still feel bad for you walking me all the way home though at 1.30 in the morning, but thanks.

Random picture of me haha. We decided it should be an ad or something.

Anyway to more moments to come. I haven't fully documented everything in pictures because a lot more momentous occasions have happened in between all these and since then but well sometimes all you can do is enjoy the moment and forget about going shutter happy.

That's the way I roll anyway. Like those nights where you can just walk and walk and walk, with a cocktail in hand, met up with Gunnar, sat in a field looking at clouds and stars and talking about things from religion to god knows what for hours on end.

I'm gonna miss those moments but they'll be replaced with something just as momentous.

I still have to blog about the grad trip but that's saved for next time. There are way TOO many pictures for my own good. My head will explode trying to sort out through all that.

2009-05-22T09:54:00.003+08:00

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH EXAMS!!!

After three gruelling weeks of intense mental preparation to an exam that will determine my future; I'm finally done! It feels so good and now I have a whole week to do nothing and wait till the graduation practices start on the 1st of June.

Even having study leave for all this time doesn't make it any more liberating but walking out of that last exam is like having the world finally off your shoulders, is like being triumphant having run all around the world as well as the oh-so-sought after feeling of relief.

Nothing can pull me down now - as displayed yesterday when we immediately took 4 shots of tequila and downed a half yard of beer in the name of celebration - IN MIDDAY! It was so... carefree and SUCH an amazing feeling!

So now I'm off for my grad trip with friends. First stop Surabaya where we'll be climbing mountains and such. Then it's off to Bali!!!! For non-stop partying!

Till then. I'm still on top of the world!

2009-04-28T13:58:00.003+08:00

I haven't updated in what seems like an eternity... but frankly, it has been an eternity since I did something remotely interesting that I can actually blog about.

School's been such a drag since we're just finishing off our syllabus and then it's the last mad scramble to revise and revise and revise. On top of the stupendous amounts of work we still have to deal with - which really is quite convoluting since we've finished our IB (aside for the exams).
So now I'm on study leave and supposed to use my time oh-so-wisely to study for the big BIG BIG finals - but as one sees, there are better ways to spend my time... such as compiling and editing pictures! : )

So this is an ode to the last time I will ever Zouk till I graduate... or at least finish exams which would be on May 21. Oh how I long for that day, knowing I aced all my exams... unlikely.

Unfortunately, Zouk didn't prove to be such a fruitful night... but with good company we ended up at the prata place at 2 o'clock in the morning. How a good murtabak can be so comforting... yum.

Love these people. They're so up for anything and spotaneity is key!

Then there was a big gray space of nothingness. Nothing interesting or worthy of explanation occured. Or well it did - but I don't want to bring up the consequences it could produce... it's better left to the people who were there that amazing Wednesday afternoon. What happened, stays there.

And amidst my study leave, my madre's birthday came up! 25 April - we went to dinner at Otto at Red Dot. I've been annoying my dad to take me there since the last time he bragged about this restaurant so much and me being the foodie that I am - I just had to taste it for myself and compare it to Garibaldi.

Otto: a fine-dining Italian establishment in Red Dot Traffic Museum. Excellent food - well prepared, cooked and presented. There's a lot of variety in the menu as well (more than Garibaldi) which is good if one is 'adventurous' and willing to gorge down a lot of good Italian cuisine.

If any of you go there one day, you MUST try the Lamb Rack and the Beef ossobuco with saffron risotto who's exact name escapes me... but it was just... tantalising to the taste buds.

The maitre'd is SO Italian it's not even funny - well it is and he's super nice and attentive. He'll recommend you ingenious wines - like he did to us. Although a bit pricey, it's not totally out of this world and not the most expensive restaurant anyway. About $100 dollars person to go spend a good night there.

Went there with the grandparents as well since they're visiting Singapore (once again).

It's a really cosy place, not too big yet not cramped with minimalist interiors and good ambient lighting. Seems like it was always a full house that night - tables were never empty.

Grandmama, madre and I. (with our REALLY good wine)

My mum and I! Do we look alike? A lot of people say we look like sisters...

Once ze food has arrived. The Lamb Rack is where my mother is sitting - it was heavenly... I would show you my dish but the camera sort of fucked up and made it look like a heaping pile of baby poo since it was saffron risotto...

Yeah I sort of camwhored a bit - for once in a very long time. Decided that I didn't dress up for nothing so I took a couple of snaps. Oh and I got a haircut! It's shorter now - much shorter and and and! I've got bangs!

I love my clutch - the colour is just so... makes me happy : D

Anyway, come to think of it, I hardly camwhore anymore anyway so that's that.

Otto:

#01-02 Red Dot Traffic

28 Maxwell Road

+65 6227 6819

2009-04-25T16:38:00.002+08:00

Here comes my twitter like post.

Just hit the gym - boy can you feel it when you've been vegetabling for longer than seems comfortable...
Getting a haircut after this then it's off to my mum's birthday dinner at otto. I'm excited!

2009-04-07T03:06:00.002+08:00

It's Spring Break - FINALLY!

Some people get the conception that it's the cliche American norm to go out to the beach, get wasted and have orgies. Not so much in my case.

This time it's studying for the big, Big, BIG IB exams that are coming up in May. I actually need to get some work done! And it's not going to do itself - in the unraunchiest of manners.

There's so much to do in so little time (as everyone ALWAYS says) and yet, most argue and I argue that all time is relative. Doesn't feel like it, does it? It seems so set in stone but then again it all goes with your own perception of individual predicament.

So what I need to get done is A LOT! I promised Tarita to have brunch with her... (just like old times), I promised Mark I'd hang out and go out with him while he's visiting Singapore..., I promised my girls that I'd have a girls night out with them and then I promised myself that I'd work on art and my IB - on top of shopping and chilling.

Promises are so expectational that sometimes all you want to do is break them.

Been posting a lot on LookBook too lately - well not a lot but it's a big improvement from how much I posted before! Here, for my profile : )

It's 3.13am and I'm still up. WTF is wrong with me.

Listening to: Traffic in the Sky - Jack Johnson

It all comes down to the top of my neck

2009-03-30T19:33:00.002+08:00

It's the school day after the amazing after party for Prom. LOTS of things have been talked about (as to be expected with any high school which has any remote resemblance to that of those American High Schools as lovingly depicted by TV)

Gossip goes around school like wildfire - it catches and latches to everyone's itching lips and passes on from ear to head to toe to mouth and the next thing that happens is "Tish! I heard you kissed Chloe on the lips!" or "Did you hear Sarah and Jerome were at it like animals?"

Well well, I must say that it was a crazy night and it was one to remember and the aftermaths were slightly more than stupendous and highly amusing. To have people talk about all the crazy things they did or other people did while in an alcohol-induced, drunken state is really very entertaining.

So amidst the 'so and so made out with so and so' or 'they groped on the couch all night long' or 'she bawled her eyes out because of so and so' or 'he passed out with his eyes open in a little corner near the plants' or perhaps even 'she disappeared and no one knew where she went till we found out she was having sex in a McDonalds bathroom' is all very entertaining. That's what happens - and yes, it's mightily indecent of us - but no one could expect anything less of a bunch of graduating high schoolers. This is what I'll miss.

And I'm going to miss these people a whole lot. Specially Carlota on the very left and KK on the very right. (Anton and Jerome, you will be missed but since I see you everyday, not so much - not yet) Then there's Malika who isn't in this picture (who was intently staring at Jerome's iPhone waiting intensely for a reply) who I'll miss too! You guys were really awesome to have around I think ISPP and OFS should just merge already!

Here's a couple of pictures from the Sartorialist. He's a genius at what he does - capturing the heart of friends', strangers' and acquaintances' fashion sense. They're dressed impeccably, sophisticatedly and are just ultimate epitome of fashion these days.

The lady on the left looks ravishing with her Marni dress and that jacket coupled with the leather tights and that clutch. She's so beautiful!

Then there's the one on the right. I love her colour combinations and those textures and the silhouette is just stunning. Fashion enlightment!

Listening to: Der Mond - Moonbootica

Purgatorial crap

2009-03-29T23:33:00.007+08:00

PROM 2009

So the big event finally happened! After months of planning, laborious tasks, long correspondences, blowing up 500 balloons, creating invitations and a plethora of other prom related chores; it was all really worth it. To be exact 223 people worth it.

Almost the whole graduating class attended and that was amazing. We had pre-function drinks, good food, good entertainment, great slideshow and great music. Not to mention the two free iPods and a multitude of HMV vouchers we gave away by the end of the night. I hope it was all worth it, the organiser could only do so much - it was up to the people to make the most of it.

So he was my date for the night. I felt really bad cos I ended up ditching him to do my duty as the hostess of the night. Aww - Panduka you were such a sweetie and I loved the corsage. And I know you love that tie! Cos it's so damn flyyy!

Matthew, whatever you were on - we love you nonetheless. And Raissa never fails to be beautiful no matter what. It's good to see guys clean up once in a while - it assures me that somehow, somewhere Matt isn't as sloppy as we all think! lovelove

Gosh everyone looked so beautiful that night - and I know my lovely, sexy face is just... inevitable. I try... really I do : )

Yeah I went simple with the dress this year - unlike some of the other people with bling everywhere. And it's no mistake but it always falls into the prom cliches that you see in magazines all the time. The shiny fabric, draping and the abuse of sequins. (Comes in assorted colours)

So yes, for me this year it was simplicity and just nice fabric - it's chiffon and super fragile but I love it.

Do you like my magenta/fuschia clutch? I like it! I thought what the hell - let's add some colour. Oh and I love the designer of them, I can always rely on her to produce some awesome looking clutches for such events.

Great company - I love my girls.

Then it was off to the after prom party at Loof. We decided to rent out the whole club at Odeon Towers. It was amazing - I loved it. The atmosphere was so vibe-able and freeflow never hurts anyone does it? Well in actuality, it hurts a lot of people but we have fun in the process.

Changed my dress - just cos I knew so many people were going to step on the fabric and rip it to a million of frivolous shreds. That will not happen to MY dress! So it didn't. Plus, Loof is mainly outdoors so it was more optimal to be in a short dress rather than a long one.

I'm so fly dude - I was so out of it. Intoxication is essential at times.

I'd love to post a full picture of how my dress looks like cos it's actually really nice. Some other time.

So cute! I love them.

Malika was so out of it that night - she's so cute!

Amidst all that drama - I spent an hour trying to console this girl who was bawling her eyes out and though the drunkenness, I did a pretty fucking good job. I went to McDonalds and got her water, stumbled down the stairs and whispered words of great comfort finally making her go home. Then my best friend who was drunk as a fly (what??) wanted to go home so I had to send her home too. Another drunk guy who I always look out for passed out with his eyes open and we had to literally drag him downstairs and dump him in a cab with two other guys to make sure he actually got home safe. This wasn't even the start - there were at least another four people passed out upstairs in various interesting places and positions. Now you know how much we drank.

So the night was a huge success. Thanks to everyone who helped out to make this happen. It was a demanding job but we all took it into stride even with the mocks. And the results paid, it was definitely a night to remember - one for the ages and the last for the Graduating Class of 2009.

Listening to: Let it Rock - Kevin Rudolph feat. Lil' Wayne

Time deteriorates dreams

P.S: I got into Boston University!

2009-03-19T22:40:00.002+08:00

Revising for mocks is a pain - as anyone would logically deduce.

I had English today - 12 pages of writing literally killed my hand and as I write this, my fingers threaten to resign from me. Otherwise, I hope it went well... my unseen commentary was less than optimal as structure was completely sacrificed for the analysis of content which I didn't even get to do justice to although my essay regarding gender roles in Chronicle of a Death Foretold and Jane Eyre seemed pretty solid. We'll see how it all goes.

Tomorrow I'm prepared to tackle Higher French and Higher Geography - two subjects I'm consistently good at. I have 'fun' doing those exams.

Then I will meet my doom when I do Chemistry. So goodbye world, Chemistry is going to be my downfall.

Listening to: Manifesto - The Cat Empire

And while everyone was looking left and right for passing cars, I looked up and down for fleeting thoughts

2009-03-18T11:26:00.002+08:00

So, I've been blog surfing lately - a lot of Singapore blogs.

And one thing I don't understand is how people can camwhore so much! I mean yes, I can be guilty of camwhoring too - but really, I haven't done so in SUCH a long time. To be honest, it makes me slightly uncomfortable to just sit or something and take pictures of one's self. Maybe cos I feel insecure about the way I look or something but still - I mean I get it that some people are absolutely ravishing...

Then their blogs are just mindless posts about an event bombarded with a multitude of pictures of themselves (not even showcasing what they're attending sometimes) and in the end, the whole purpose of the post is lost. Well I can't say I blame them - it is their blog and if it gets the readers then so be it. But that's just my 2 cents worth - I believe in some kind of remote intelligence which should come with publishing a blog and even if it isn't intelligent - variety would do.

Oh and is it like uber beautiful to be super white or something? Makes me and my tanned self feel inadequate in front of all these girls who blog who are supposedly considered beautiful (not that they're not...) who are just like super pale. I like tanned. Is there something wrong with tanned that makes it inferior to the transulency and paleness of snow-skinned lasses?

CHI CHI CHI. I should be studying - mocks are tomorrow.

Listening to: rien. nada. nothing.

"Fuckme, I'm screwed."

2009-03-12T23:37:00.005+08:00

I've had extremely weird dreams of late. Instead of letting it just sit around in the muddle I call my psyche, I decided to do something more productive about it - write.

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In his dreams is where he could reside; where he could escape from life's mundane nuances. Yet he could not go as far as to say that his dreams provided shelter from reality; because they were quite the opposite. It was two paradoxes converging to form one giant multi-lateral bubble; one that provided alternatives yet blocked them simultaneously. Parallels that could not have been drawn in time existed in his dreams, altogether merging to what he himself was composed of.

It was all inevitable and that was what made it what it was, a twisted melange of hyperboles and an overactive imagination one could only dream of - and it was just that.

Going about life, he was ordinary. Plain and downright ordinary. It isn't one of those cases of a larger-than-life personalities coupled with dashing good looks, yet that was exactly what he was - only mentally. He often questioned himself, setting it up like a mindless trivia only to end where it begun; as the more one uncovers, the more one realises one is really going nowhere and ends in a state of self-denial. Perhaps, just perhaps; it does more harm than to never question, yet it is all inevitable and relative. There, there is that word "inevitable" escaping one's mind again! And to what purpose but emphasise the true unescapable reality of life? Oh, he was plain and ordinary; no one would even look twice to see what had hit them. Yet under all his austerity, was something better; far more superior than what meets the eye. It was yet another new day, another cycle and another dream done. Just another...

Another day is what defines us. We all live for it yet not all live to get to see another day. Another itself, if said too many times becomes absurd but that was what 'another' was. Applicable to strangers, beings, objects and abstractions alike; it was a word carelessly thrown around and wasted away into oblivion. yet when put into context provides for subjectivity and relativity, both things which cannot be isolated to one single thought. That was what another was. And there he was, lying face up in his bed; staring blankly ahead as his ceiling fan revolved around itself. He imagined each consecutive revolution just like the others - the monotony of it bothered him. He was used to variety amongst the dullness of quotidian routine, only something his dreams could fully compensate for.

- END (for now) -

So that's the start of what is to unfold into what I perceive as a very bizarre narrative. These days, absurdity is what defines me. I've been delving into the philosophical and oh-so-random. But I like random thoughts, thoughts no one would ever think of - I think it keeps me sane.

Tell me what you think of its absurdity coupled with the induced trips of the mind.

Listening to: Anything New - Digitalism

"When a sigh defines a moment"

2009-03-08T01:51:00.002+08:00

Nothing of late has taken particular interest in me which proves how sad and mundane this world can be. Nonetheless, events never cease to happen which makes the world go round...

So I've been organising the "Senior Formal" more fondly called the PROM to everyone else. It's been going great, ticket sales are good and the hotel (Mandarin Oriental) is amazing. Good food, good music, great company and an awesome after party. Everything's falling into place now it all has to just happen.

The initial poster, it's been edited but it looks really beautiful

We have a series of different posters happening but this is the one I managed to fish out the computer which only has 15 GB left - quite quite sad. But still, it's better than last year's which looked a little... taken for granted.

So the other day was the Aswani party. They rented out the whole of Pinchos (a restaurant/bar) in Rochester Park and transformed it into a party. It was amaaaaazing - a party for the ages. I drank too much, smoked too much, danced too much - it was an excess of everything and it was absolutely AWESOME. That night brings great memories - coupled with free flow, it was a night for the ages. I was a little out of it to take pictures so I didn't, considering how much I drank I'm surprised I didn't fall over and become comatose. Anyway, I only have pictures of the dinner beforehand for Cecile's birthday at Brussel Sprouts, Robertson Quay. Love their moules-frites although it obviously doesn't beat the one in Paris and Brussels.

Keeping this brief because I lost my sudden interest in updating: I watched Watchmen yesterday. I thought it was really good. I know, not better than the graphic novel - yes I have read it. But it was a decent interpretation of what is to be a deep, literary 'comic'. Kudos to Zack Snyder. And I must say, the girls are so hot in it - not even funny! Makes me feel insignificant cos they kick ass too.

Listening to: The Wine Song - The Cat Empire

"What irony exists in this tormented world"

2009-02-24T19:40:00.003+08:00

Juste un petit 'update':

1. I got into King's College, London. It's the 3rd best law school in the UK - I'm super super super happy! Click here for more!

2. Thank goodness a majority of all IB assessments are done! Goodbye TOK essay, English World Literature, Chemistry Labs, Math Internal Assessments and Extended Essay! (Although I still have to do my Geography IA... it's not too big a deal)

3. Planning the Prom is harder than expected but I'm going to do it anyway. It'll be fucking amazing this year!!

4. I need to lose weight! For the sake of vanity and the Prom coming up. And because my dress is awesome and from Elie Tahari :]

5. Drama, feelings, relationships, gossip and jealousy are all unwarranted emotions that cause unncessary and unwanted damage. I FUCKING hate it!

2009-02-03T23:55:00.003+08:00

Why is that even though I'm very, very, very screwed due to the fact that I get too distracted and am an amazing procrastinator; I never really FEEL that screwed?

It's a bad feeling because I know that I can just go to bed without finishing my work when in essence, it really needs to be done. Yeah I get it done most of the time, but not without stretching the deadline here and there or just doing a crappy job of it.

Well I must admit - I never do a crappy job on anything as I won't allow it but what is this concept of time and its ability to stretch into perverse nowheres?

Again, I'm going to leave my essay behind in exchange for some good snoozing and even though it's due tomorrow - I just feel so relaxed and confident that I'll be able to finish it. WHEN? I have no idea.

Maybe it's cos I worked so hard all these years to always finish my things that during the last and crucial 6 months before graduating; I just decide to slack like no other.

NOT THE WAY TO GO!

Listening to: Got your number - Nadia Oh

2009-02-02T02:01:00.004+08:00

Let me say one thing:

It fucking kills me to know that distance is the only thing that separates us.

The only thing that won't allow us to be us.

But ultimately, it never has been the problem; until now.

When feelings are entangled...

And when one entity feels what another might not,

it hurts.

It kills to know that you're there with another,

when what we had was... something more.

It hurts to no end.

And to no end is where I shall go when it comes to you.

FUCK RELATIONSHIPS!

2009-02-01T02:15:00.003+08:00

So I've finally taken the time to finally blog again. I know it's been my holidays and really, I should've blogged a lot more frequently but as they always say: So much to do, so little time!

Really, it was the case this time. I have Patrick over for 2 weeks so he's a constant source of distraction and entertainment. I can't even get my homework done! And now I'm stuck with a mountain of homework and one day to do it... I don't know how I'll manage.

Anyway the other day, we (being Cecile, Patrick and I) decided that we got bored of Singapore and opted for a change of scenery. That change of scenery ended up being Johor Bahru. Call it pathetic but it was one of those quick day trips one could do that provides for a somewhat radical change from Singapore. So we left the house at 9.45ish and took the train all the way to Kranji where we then took the Bus all the way to Johor.

I must say that it was quite an adventure no matter what. Even though the purpose was to shop... it backfired quite miserably; but was a good change of pace. Half the shops were closed and CNY was already over! But anyway we went to the Istana just for the sake of it and hell, it's big and musty and... yes well, it will be visited once and never again. Let me tell you this - they have ashtrays and rubbish bins made out of elephant and deer legs in the hunting room - it's DISGUSTING.

Cigarettes in Malaysia are unbelievably cheap! Makes me feel very ripped off in Singapore. We got lured into buying the pretty pink strawberry menthol ones for 9 ringgit which is about S$4! As compared to normal packs that are about S$11 here... gosh gosh gosh - duty paid cigarettes...

Then we pigged out on J.Co Donuts - hell yesness it's Indonesian. And don't argue with me - I get quite patriotic with Indonesia and I know for a fact that J.Co IS Indonesian and that it's better than Krispy Kreme! After all they didn't steal their chef for nothing...

Istana + humongous ice kachangs + pretty pink strawberry menthol cigarettes + J.Co Donuts!

Last night was Berengere's birthday. Her 18th to be exact - so she's finally turned legal and won't be paranoid everytime we go clubbing! So we all went to her place for a big dinner with a theme - "Hollywood Glamour". It was pretty cool - she even had a red carpet in her house!

So Cecile and I decided to go and nab a cow from the hills in front of her house and give it to Bee for her birthday. Twas cool - everyone drew on it, signed it and all. Quite worth it and quite the good memories will be stored on that cow in the years to come...

Then we went out - although I didn't want to go to The Arena - it's Berengere's favorite club so well, we all sort of reluctantly obliged. Much prefer Zouk - it's homeground now. Or at least Attica for goodness sake! But as usual, Berengere being Berengere she'll find a dozen and one excuses to not go to Attica (because it's too crowded) or Zouk (because she hates techno/trance/house music) so we were stuck in Arena. It gets trashy and boring and just I don't know - I don't really like the atmosphere there.

Moove cow + Skriti, me and Raissa + dancing on stage + Berengere, Akash, Raissa

So the other day I was doing my art project and it involved me dressing up in my Balinese costume and turning all consumerist in this increasingly globalised world. Therefore I incorporated headphones and sunglasses to an otherwise traditional outfit. Here's the outcome - I really was just having a bit of fun with it too. Nothing too serious I presume - although I'm supposed to make a big statement with this art project... which will all come in due time.

Till the day I fly in with a cape into a room twice as small...

I dunno, I think it's pretty edgy!

Recently, I've been raving over black blazers. It's actually been a sort of obsession of mine since quite a while back but I never actually got round to acting upon this obsession. So I finally took initiative and the more I did, the more into black blazers I got. It's that downward spiralling into doom till one actually finds what they are looking for. In this case - I got two!

So it all starts with 'Le Smoking' jacket from YSL that's absolutely to die for. The right combination of masculinity and feminity. Then there's the classic Chanel jacket too...

I just HAD to get my own after seeing so many nice ones. You can totally dress them up or down depending on the ocassion and it'll instantly give any outfit instant depth with the layering and edginess a tailored black blazer brings.

YSL 'Le Smoking' Jacket + Ashley Olsen's black blazer + Sienna Miller's blazer + Rihanna's blazer

So I can say that now I'm a proud owner of a black blazer and a navy blue one. Both are extremely awesome and just add that touch I need. Part of the mission accomplished... can't wait to wear it!

As usual - I have my fashion obsessions. I limited myself today... to YSL and Staerk. They've both got such amazing lines... I specially love YSL's Spring/Summer 09 line this time. See the black jackets? They're so amazing! Ah everything's so chic - now if we could all afford it.

YSL + Staerk: Spring/Summer 2009

Last but not least - random bit of photography that took my fancy. Firstly, I love Vespas - in fact I have a weakness for it. It's so beautiful! I feel like I should have a scarf round my neck with oversized sunglasses riding through the meandering hillsides of Italy across sunflower fields. Now that's something to put on the list of 1001 things to do before I die.

Oh and don't tell me that pad paper is not the coolest thing ever! It's so creative and dibs to the guy who did it...

Vespa + vintage typewriter + squiggly lines!

Listening to: Never an Easy Way - Morcheeba

Motionless and potionless

2009-01-30T00:15:00.003+08:00

I spent S$600 today. I don't know how and what on - well I do but still.

That's not the point - what on - but how the hell did I manage to do that?!?

No wonder my wallet always feels so empty.

And because I'm too tired/busy/lazy I'm not going to elaborate for now.

I can't say that I'm not proud of my purchases though...

Listening to: absolutely nothing

"They're failing life!"

2009-01-18T13:10:00.003+08:00

So it was finally the first week of the second semester of school. It's such a long and dragged affair; things just never seem to end and we must all accept and trudge along like the rest of the lemmings.

I can't say it was a bad way to start, but when one is conditioned to something one does not necessarily take special interest in - my, how time can elongate and stretch into perverse nowheres. What is time but a relative measurement in space? When you come to think about it; it's actually a scary thought, the way it works and just the essence and concept of time and its never-ending finiteness.

So anyway, I've been recently intrigued by this new artist (well she's not new but she is in my ever-growing encyclopaedia of new artists), Kime Buzzelli. She's based in LA and works with a lot of mixed media involving watercolours, markers and paints.

The colours, the flow and the use of subjects derived from fashion and literature arrives to some melancholy and beautiful pieces of work.

Kime Buzzelli's pieces: kimebuzzelli.com

You know how I've been ranting about lookbook.nu? Well, last time I tried to sign up; it turns out it's an invitation only basis so I decided to go and 'apply' for it anyway and guess what? A few days ago I uncovered an e-mail in my Junk Mail from LookBook saying that they have extended an invitation for me! That was really exciting so yesterday I finally decided to use the code and sign myself up and this is the first look I posted.

High-waisted pencil skirt (Bebe) + Polka dotted singlet (Zara) + Vintage purple jacket (JAG) + Mum's old gold&black stockings + Black patent heels (Miu Miu) + Pearls, beads and charms!

I feel so fat compared to most of the people on LookBook but hey, it's a form of self-expressionism and ultimately; it's what you wear that matters. Although all the ladies are so beautiful, skinny and frivolously fashionable! They're all so individual and have such good looks that they can pull off and no one else could.

Lastly, I know that I have an uncanny obsession with fashion and haute couture. I forgot to mention Christopher Kane's new collection. It's beautiful and so creative. It's based on 'prehistory' and hence the scales from dinosaurs got turned into these geometric circles happily bouncing down the runway. In such luxe fabrics like organza and silk. It works doesn't it?

How one comes up with geometric circles which derived from the idea of a dinosaur - I have no idea but the end result is fabulous and that's why no matter what I design; I feel like I haven't got the chops to be a cutting-edge fashion designer. I'm more Valentino, Monique Lhuillier, Gucci, DSquared2, Elie Saab, Versace inspired person. All glam and probably feminine and gorgeous. If only one day a strike of avant-garde lightning would hit me...

Listening to: Appollo-Gize by Digitalism

"It's such a situation when you're stuck in your own time"

2009-01-11T05:00:00.002+08:00

And here I am writing at a crazy hour on a Sunday morning: 5 am. Reason being the fact that I persevered through the night to get some of my art work done AND frankly, I'm just not tired - although my brain is but a mere ramble and it's going to complain in the late morning how stupidly I stayed up.

So yesterday - after much perseverance; I managed to go to Zouk to see the one and only Armin Van Buuren. All I can say is that he is AMAZING and EPIC. It is understood why he's the No. 1 DJ in the world. He lived and surpassed (by quite a bit) all expectations. Yes, I've been listening to his music the whole week just to build up to this one night and I must say - Live he is MUCH better even though on his new CD "A State of Trance 2008" (which I am listening to this very moment, what a coincidence) is already good.

Zouk was packed - more packed than I've ever seen it before. To say we were like sardines in a tin is by far an understatement. It was virtually impossible to move and to move a meter would literally take one 5 minutes. But all that jostling and pushing was all and well worth it when he came on at about 1am. Euphoria descended.

Music was amazing, crowd was amazing, atmosphere was at the most vibeable and I was amongst great company. Couldn't ask for more. All those tequila shots were well worth it.

Armin Van Buuren + Laser Light Showdown + The Tranny! + Great company + More great company + Packed as a sardine tin Zouk...

My brain went into Tangent overdrive just listening to AVB's music. He was that great and you could just simply get lost in his music. Close your eyes and dance the night away - not to mention steal a couple of jugs of drinks from unknowing strangers and tables... who knows if they were spiked? Well we turned out alright and it was a night to last. I can finally say "I saw ARMIN VAN BUUREN BITCHES!"

Recorded a couple of videos from AVB. See them here, here and HERE! They're amazing videos :-)

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Then here's the art project I've been 'working' so hard on. Well it really isn't anything arduous but when you put together the process of photos and a workbook - you get a hell lotta writing. So I've written 11 pages of complete nonsensical tangent-driven nonsense about Globalisation: Tradition vs. Modernity and Bali. That is the outcome of a mere photo manipulated to a pop art inspired style. I can't say I hate the photo - cos I actually do like it... specially cos I took it myself too but it's lead to some pretty mind-numbing no, finger and hand numbing experiences.

Writing about the symbolism of the composition is a pain too. But the end result will be well worth it!

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One more topic I'm wholly interested in. I've been putting off doing this post for so long and even through this - the picture mosaic is far from complete! It's FASHION. I love it - live it, breathe it, sketch it and am fully engrossed by it.

This does not mean I endorse the ideals which fashion has instilled upon us with all the stick-thin models and so forth; however I do love the concept of expressing one's self and the environment around you in a means that's so wearable and accessible. I even did a whole dedicated thesis on fashion once upon a time! It turned out great and I got a really good grade for it - I must say...

Left to right (top to bottom): Monique Lhuillier + Alessandro Dell'Acqua + Blumarine + Chanel + Elie Saab + Gucci

Some of my favorite designers. I have too many in fact - the list must be narrowed down and unfortunately the ones displayed here are the very commercial, well-known ones. I take fancy in finding obscure, up and rising and oh-so-talented designers. It makes me feel a sense of accomplishment in one way or another.

Anyway, I love this Spring's fresh swatch of colours and playful construction between the masculine and feminine. Suits are tailored - yet to fit the modern woman. Dresses are soft and flowing with some amazing patterns and accessories are bold but sophisticated. The epitome of fashion...

If only we could all afford what was being strutted down runways around the world - all I can do is score passes to go see them strut their stuff.

Which reminds me: last summer when in France; Sultana so kindly offered me passes to the Paris runways! I was so excited and got to see a couple of shows - a definite highlight.

Listening to: Justice - A Cross the Universe

Red leather whips and tequila flavoured lips

2009-01-08T01:01:00.002+08:00

I must say that I've been randomly lusting after a couple of exquisite items that I've recently taken a great affinity to. Most of which are really out of the norm and are so bloody hard to find a good, decent one to last me the ages...

I've always thought myself to be the more sophisticated, polished, preppy yet slightly edgy dresser. Take a cue from Gossip Girl and you'll find me wearing most of the things they wear... but recently I've been caught up with the whole grunge-y, edgy, androgynous look that's just so effortlessly chic. Take Emmanuelle Alt (the fashion director for French Vogue) and the editor-in-chief Carine Roitfeld - they're just so fashionable and put-together yet have that appeal that you can't exactly put a finger on. It's that edge! I tell you... the edge to be able to pull such things off.

Now I'm confused, I don't want to let go of my own style (as much as I love it...) but I'm also ready to take on this nouveau-chic, layered, whatever you may call it look. lookbook.nu has some fabulous outfits put together by everyday people... I want to look like that sometimes! When I'm in the mood...

Panama hat + Emmanuelle Alt + Effortless dressing and that darned sexy black blazer...

That's what I've been lusting you see. I have a hat face and I know it... so I want to get myself a Panama hat like depicted in that picture. It's got that 'je ne sais quoi' factor to it and makes me want to wear it! And yes, I lust Emmanuelle Alt's amazing style... ah if only. (See what all the if's in the world do... one gets stuck in a space/time continuum merely pondering over the IFs of life...)

Then there's the black blazer that I've coveted for the past year! I can't seem to find any in the stores... so if anyone knows where to get some!!!!

On to another topic of interest. Audrey Hepburn has always been a muse of mine. Ever since I was old enough to comprehend basically anything, I've been cultured in the glamorous movies of the 1950s. All that schmazz with Hepburn, Monroe, Day... etc. It fascinates me - but Hepburn the most. She's super chic too, she's got that whole Parisian vibe to her.

I've been to Paris - too many times to count and yes, the lovely fashion has rubbed off on me slightly but well - do I really have to go live there to fully have that french flair? No, I've got to be bloody French... and not just 1/8th but FULLY! Which reminds me, I should go back there and just spend time with friends in Paris - we've got the apartment and now we just need the company...

Jerome and I were talking about this whole ordeal on MSN earlier and we decided that it'd be a brilliant idea if a bunch of us went to Paris, settled down at the apartment in the Latin Quarters (which I love love love) and just spend I don't know how many days doing who knows what. I mean I've got Paris at the back of my head! Picnicking at the Jardins des Tuileries in front of the Louvre, carving names on trees along the Seine, playing the bongos under the bridges along the river, a dinner at Montmartre, endless cafes whether it's morning, afternoon or night... and strolls in the Latin Quarter filled with kebabs. What a wonderful summer that's going to be! And it'll be the stop over before I go to London and settle myself there for uni life. I'm really really excited now actually...

Audrey Hepburn + long cigarette holder + easy, breezy, white, light rooms

This is a weird lust but I want those long cigarette holders a la Hepburn. I think they'd be so chic and just awesome to have. Plus it'd make smoking those Lucky Strikes that much more interesting... just think about it.

And those breezy, white rooms - aren't they a dream? It's so effortlessly put together and welcoming but clean. I would personally die if my house were too white for I am a person who loves colour but change is always underway.

Stuck in a never-ending space/time continuum with nowhere to go. I'm not moving, everyone else around me is... that's how I feel. I need to get over everything and start doing something useful with my life instead of going out everyday and chilling with a couple of friends over beer and Lucky's...

2009-01-06T03:49:00.002+08:00

A new year begins - as it always does. No matter what time keeps evolving... but do we?

Who knows but all I can do is just recap how my time was spent. It's inevitable really and in so many ways that time can be wondrous - I do think it's our worst enemy...

The last month of 2008 - December. Full of laughs, love and life but also full of heartbreaks, hangovers and disappointment. What a wondrous month it was - I can't say less but some things are better left forgotten.

Midnight Starbucks. The abuse of tape in art class. Cross-dressing friends at the airport (picking Guillermo up...). Dressing up as a French to a French exam. The EPIC yard of shortbread. Kidnapping and ransoms. Gingerbread men. MRT ride back with cross-dressing friends. Amazing ZoukOut with lots of kisses. Bali.

I can only begin to describe how amazing December was and through it all; through the tears, broken hearts and mistakes; it was a month I would never trade. Not only does it signify the end to a beginning, you just realise that all you gotta do is keep on going and no matter what, no matter how bad things get - you'll keep on living.

Even though Guillermo and I 'broke up' from our unofficial relationship - all I can do is pick up the pieces and keep on trudging along. Yes, it hurts - in fact it's never hurt as much... but we're still friends and ultimately; that's what we'll always be no matter what. Not one second was regrettable, he's amazing and still is. I've never fallen so hard and so fast and over the past year of knowing him - every minute I realise that he's just so... addictive the way he is. To all the amazing memories we had together - TG baby TG.

Through it all, friends are always there for a reason. Jerome, Anton, Jess, Raissa, Berengere, Cecile - thank you. Good or bad - they're there by your side and with the plethora of laughs exchanged, the endless hours of conversation and the silent everythings... December was a month of revelation and rejuvenation. I've had some of the best times that darned month - birthdays, Christmases, parties to just plain old chilling.

And so comes 2009. How inevitable everything is - a new year, a new start? I don't think that's true - one can never just leave the pieces behind and start anew. But I'm glad it signifies change and just a surge of energy to make us keep on going. To this new start - January's still very young and the way it has been spent, has been no less than rewarding.

The amazing, epic half yard of beer. Smoking fries! Stolen Christmas decorations.

It's been a good start and even though New Year's Eve and day wasn't the ultimate - it can only pick up from there. It's time to leave old feelings behind - I gave myself time to mope and now we can only move on with life.

So the epic half yard of beer is... beyond epic. Indochine at Wisma is sooo good in the afternoons - in fact we're going to make it a pact to go there every Friday after school and have half yards and cigs. What a great way to start a weekend! And who knew that smoking fries would be so satisfying? It tastes like baked potato and a welcome change from Lucky Strikes and Marlboro Menthols. To a good afternoon Jess and Jerome... and to more to come.

Last but definitely not least - the stolen Christmas decorations. They were going to be discarded anyway... already lying useless on the floor on Orchard Road - why not make some use of it? It's really pretty and just oh-so-delectable. How it shines brightly in my room...

To more good times to come. Feelings don't change - we'll see what the future brings.

"To whatever life brings - some things should never change"

2009-01-06T02:47:00.002+08:00

Finally finished with the new layout... nothing spectacular but it's a welcome change.

Gone are the old, dark and really very dismal layout. In with the new, airy, light and happier layout.

It was a good move - it's time for change and we should all embrace it.

P.S: Still don't know how to add the bloody search bar at the top. It annoys me!

2009-01-04T00:01:00.002+08:00

I'm getting bored of the way this blog looks.

It's time for a revamp. A new year, a new look and a new style... I think I'm ready to clean out the skeletons and start anew...

2008-12-08T17:33:00.004+08:00

So.. a lot of things have been happening lately and I haven't gotten the chance to update and to think that the last entry was like 2 months ago! Wow, there are A LOT LOT LOT of things to catch up with!

But you know what I'll do that later - I'm going to tackle this issue with people calling me a 'wanna-be socialite'. I personally find that quite amusing, I know I'm high maintenance and that yes - I like to indulge (who doesn't?) and that I go out. But so does everyone else...

I know that I'm my own person and perhaps some aspects of me do fit the canonised definition of what a 'socialite' should be and is, but truly I defy those conventions in a plethora of ways. For starters; have you ever heard of a socialite who plays touch rugby and football on the weekends? Well perhaps but I do have a life outside of the one I choose to portray outside this blog. Going out, partying, indulging does not encompass my life - I'm in the bloody IB (International Baccalaureate), I'm in MUN (Model United Nations) and I'm a lot of things that perhaps I choose to leave out. But really, I'm still a person and most of all I'm still a teenager with a full and very promising life ahead of me - I'll figure out what I really want to do whether it will be becoming a 'socialite' or lawyer then that's up to me to decide eventually.

But really, I want to ask - how do I come across as being one? If you think it's because of the way I party, the way I attend functions or what I do... or perhaps even how I write - can I help it if it's my lifestyle? And if I've been brought up this way, then how is it correct to label me as a 'wanna-be'? Well no matter, think what you want about me - but I'm not changing the way I behave simply because some people deem me to be a wanna-be socialite. I'll admit I live an opulent lifestyle - more opulent than the normal person does... but honestly and to put it blatantly it's because I can and I have. Oh and to add - being an international person, having lived in a many countries, having a wider and more global social circle, travelling all the time - that changes how a person behaves too. So yes, I don't fit the normal local conventions but that's only because I fit my own and the others around me - who come from another 70 different nationalities and just because I'm not White, immediately the label goes into play again. I'm sure and I know that people are judged differently by the backgrounds they come from but again... if it means that labels are going to be put up just because of the way I portray myself then well, so be it.

At the end of the day - I'm so much more than what I seem to be on this blog. As I have clearly stated - it's so two-dimensional and I'm pretty sure no one's life can be depicted in mere informalities of their daily happenings. Perhaps it provides that slice and that little window of opportunity in order to see what a small percentage of their life is like but in no way does it account for all the other things that make a person truly a person. Therefore in no way does this blog portray me in my entirety and in no way is it then correct to deduce the type of person I am or I can be.

Well that's that, I think I've justified myself well enough and if you keep on thinking that perhaps I am the 'wanna-be socialite' then so be it but always, don't judge a book by its cover. Well it's only human and only you can justify that by actually getting to know me rather than framing me into something I am not.

2008-10-19T00:14:00.002+08:00

I have positively nothing better to do right now. Well I do but it's not like I'd rather do homework than blog anyway - so yes, that phrase indefinitely remains true.

I still haven't watched the 6th episode of Gossip Girl! Sin.

I follow that show religiously - it's just so good. And oh my, "New Haven Can Wait" I just realised that New Haven is the town Yale is located in. It's beautiful!

I want to go to Yale now - even though it's impossible but hey, I'm a well rounded person and I hope they take that into consideration since Americans are way more emphatetic towards what you do outside of school rather than the Brits. So as long as my SAT scores are up to par... I have a chance of getting in.

Sucks dunnit? I want to apply to virtually every Ivy League out there besides for Harvard, Brown and maybe Cornell. Otherwise I'm in love with Columbia, Princeton, Dartmouth and Yale. Lordy lord. My aspirations are much too high to carry me forward. But whoo - imagine saying "I graduated from an Ivy league school" Ultimate.

Cut my hair today - it's awesome. My hair stylist is awesome. I just like the salon. Mum and I finally found her old hairstylist from Le Salon after so many years cos he decided to open up his own salon. Good good.

Perhaps if I can bother to camwhore - those days are far and few between. Seriously - I'm so over that. Not like I ever started that much anyway... but I just hate looking at myself these days. I'm a hideous pig.

I suddenly can't bother to write more. I shan't.

P.S: I HATE SIMPLE PLAN. It's bloody playing on 987fm and their songs are sooooo annoying. It's incredible.

2008-10-12T11:12:00.005+08:00

Again, my and my inconsistent updates.

Nonetheless - we move on.

It just dawned upon me recently that I honestly despise my writing style when I'm just writing about everyday events that have happened to me - or for that matter when updating about my exciting holidays - made unexciting because of the way I write.

You see, when I write off the top of my head just recollecting what I did or recounting things that have happened to me - I don't give it much thought and basically write what I think that very moment. Hence the ramble.

Not like I'm giving this much thought either, but there's nothing that much I can do about it. I'm not like Xiaxue where she takes days to do one post because she gives it a lot of thought and all. I suppose I could do something minor about it.

I don't know. But anyway - I'm never satisfied.

So when I was in Surabaya I turned into a green, egotistical, narcissistic girl who went to a photoshoot and came out with pictures of herself. Well, it wasn't my idea - but rather my cousin's... all of whom who have done this about 5 times. I just can't bear to be in a room with the lights and people gawking at you telling you to do this and that, finding your best angle and so on and so forth.

Turns out that this photoshoot turned out to be more than just one for mere enjoyment - I was wanted as a model for a local fashion catalogue. Oh... kayyy. Here - I wouldn't even pass as a fat model.

But anyway - I'm out of the country so it's not like I'm just some jet-setting rich bitch who can fly in and out on my daddy's private jet haha. I mean I do fly in and out - but not just for random weekends.

So here goes. This isn't all of them and I'd feel wholly ashamed and embarassed to put all of them up - because there are more - so I think I'll just put up some of them that I actually like. Laugh as loud as you want. I welcome the gesture, at least there's more of a reaction than silence.

And please for those people who are sex-deprived and will do it with anything that moves - don't turn pervy. That's disturbing.

I'm pretty sure these are self-explanatory so it's not like I have to put caption on any of them anyway. I picked two themes ... as you can probably see. So well. Ogle away. I sound so narcissistic - gosh.

Well there's not much I can exactly say - but I'm out of inspiration. My life's so dull - it has revolved around a myriad of ECAs and schoolwork. I'm trying so hard to get into the Unis I want to get into. But with 6 new teachers out of the 8 I have, it's hard to prove to them that you're worthy of their 7s (which is the highest grade in IB, weird I know but live with it). I'm getting straight 6s in 6 subjects besides for math which I got a 5 in. So that totals to a... 35 out of 42 points. Which I personally find quite bad because I'm usually a 37,38 person but well.

38 out of 42 sounds like nothing when you just mention numbers, but once you add the subjects in, it means that you have to at least get two 7s and all the others are 6s which is unbelievably hard to do. I hope I can cos I'm in serious panic/mental breakdown mode.

Chaa.

2008-09-29T22:24:00.010+08:00

So I suppose that I've to also update on the last part of my summer... Surabaya. It's a shithole but well my 'hometown' (to be taken in a very loose sense - I don't connect with it that much). Most of the family's there... so I suppose we're sort of obliged to go back there and visit; since we're deemed the 'more fortunate' ones.

I suppose growing up, I have more freedom and all. It was pretty fun. Everybody, and by everybody I mean everybody who can either afford a car or motorbike drives. Even underaged people. So that's how we got around when there were no 'adults' to chauffeur us around. My cousin, Michelle has tons of friends who are like 16 and drive. I know that's legal in the US but in Indonesia it's 18 ... or is it 17? Well basically, they're still underaged.

Fun nonetheless.

Anyway, I think I stayed for about 2 weeks this time? I actually postponed my flight so that I could attend this 'Blowfish Summerfling Party' which is the 'ZoukOut' of Indonesia. Pretty cool but more on that later.

So as a sort of welcome home... my aunt decided to throw a lunch gathering for relatives galore. Mind you, these are like 1/100th of the relatives I have. I have SUCH an extensive family I know no more than about 1/3 of them. My mum's father had 18 siblings and her mother had 5. So you can guess how many cousins that surmounts to. The extended family is MASSIVE. But still the lunch was GOOD!

Another 'family' picture - except this time I'm in it! Whoopee. To be honest, I'm actually not THAT proud of my Indonesian family - they're so... I don't know the word but I'll best describe it as underdeveloped. Haha. In their behaviour and their way of life I suppose. It's just so different to the one I lead - I mean I can accept it but I'd stick to mine anyday.

Surabaya is the second city of Indonesia - pretty big city with a VERY village people mindset. East Java, the dialect of Javanese is REALLY rough and OMG, spending 2 weeks amidst all these people was sometimes... irritating and uncivilised. My cousin (even though she's awesome) is one of the rudest and harshest people I've ever met. And that there, is saying something.

So I have 4 direct cousins. This one is Diane, she's the older one. And by older she's like 26 or something. But she's awesome. I get along with her way better than Michelle. Well apparently I have a mature mind and I behave more maturely so in Indonesia I've the mind that's probably equivalent to a 22+ year old haha. But seriously, my other cousin is very immature - I cannot stress that more.

But anyway, Diane's a lot more refined; she also likes the 'finer things in life' and just in general - more appreciative of the way people conduct and behave themselves. We were camwhoring at this mall - it's like THE mall in Surabaya comprised of 5 wings. Huge and most of it is crap.

Banana Republic. I know what the hell am I doing in a store that is available in Singapore? Well over there; Zara, Mango, Banana Republic, even Esprit is considered more a 'luxury brand'. Oh and so is Charles&Keith which we deem dirt cheap back here in Singapore. And NOTHING compared to the stuff in Paris and London. Anyway... my mum and I decided to shop while these people followed us. Diane at the bottom, then Michelle's friend, Ayaz; Michelle herself and on the right is Viena (another one of Michelle's friends). They, the ones on top have probably never set foot in a store like this - honest to goodness truth.

It's pretty funny - when I'm in Surabaya, I get treated like a goddess. People regard me so highly and everyone praises me it's weird. But well a good ego boost altogether. All of Michelle's friends were like "OMG, you look good in everything, bla bla bla" I was like "Wow, I've never heard that before". S'all good! :D

***

When I'm there, it's also the only time they go clubbing. By they I mean like Michelle and people my age. Diane, whatever it's more routine for her. So we go to Blowfish - it's the Zouk/MOS of Surabaya. Everybody goes there. And unlike Singapore - ID is never checked. NEVER. Not once. Point proven.

In the car on the way to Blowfish - at like midnight or something. I don't know but well - you can kinda tell by their dress sense what kind of people they are. Nice people nonetheless but terribly naive and underexposed.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with my face but whatever. Anyway - SHUTTER SHADES! They're such good ice breakers. Obviously in Surabaya they're nowhere near common so it's 'special' and trendsetting. I swear after I left, they started surfacing hahaha. Anyway, they're glow in the dark too. And well they were DEFINITE ice breakers! Cute guys ... or pervy guys galore.

Yes well I don't do the peace sign crap. But self-explanatory.

Oh whoops I forgot to put the clubbing pictures. Oh well - I really can't bother to do so anymore. But this bouncer I swear he was trying to drug me cos he kept on shoving a drink in my face saying "DRINK". Me I was extremely tipsy but OK enough to not drink it. It was so scary and the fact is - he's a bloody bouncer. Imagine other people who aren't 'guarding' the place, what their moral obligations are like! SCARY!!

I found a cute bartender and he gave me free drinks! That's always useful. OMG, he's so cute!! I got his number hahaha cos when I'm tipsy, I have no inhibitions whatsoever so I took a piece of paper, a pen out of some bouncer's pocket and wrote "You're Cute! x tish" on it. HAHA. Well it paid off cos he introduced himself and we started talking and it's all gooood!

Oh and the door guy was also really cute. Should've gotten his number but didn't. He kept on dancing with me in between his obligations to show patrons round. Haha I remember at one point he twirled me round and we were like attempting to do the salsa or some weird shit like that. Michelle thought he was cute but bahah, I got him.

Again with zero inhibitions, I kissed him on the cheek before we left. It's nothing big for me - but in a more conservative place like Surabaya - I think it just might be. Oh well never saw the door guy again anyway.

***

Camwhoring in TP with my cousin.

Dinner one night at this hybrid Japanese - Korean restaurant called Goota with Diane, her fiance - Steven, Michelle and I. It was SUCH a fun night with so many random things just happening. fun fun.

Yeah these pictures, are pretty normal ones...

Then you get ones like these...

Tell me how immature I am. Seriously. I can't believe now that I did this.

Then everyone started using props haha.

Steve's such a nice guy. He's a good sport and funny too.

After dinner, we decided to go karaoke. Out of my 16 years of existence - this is the first time I've been in a proper karaoke. Smelt of smoke but well - too bad. We had a good time. By the time YMCA started - barely any of us were singing and were just shouting the words and dancing along to this classic, legendary song.

Michelle, me and Diane.

I look like a retard, I know.

Hahaha I don't know what the hell he was singing (he's a marvellous singer mind you) but he gets into the songs so much that it's just funny to see him perform all these choreographed (or what looks like it) moves.

So sweeeeet. :D

***

So this is what I stayed in Surabaya for. The Blowfish Summer Fling.

It was held at the airport - on the runway. They closed down a runway and a departure hall and converted it into one big party space. It was pretty awesome except for the boring booze but yes. I got to meet my bartender again! And we had a proper conversation this time which ended in him saying: "I'm sad that you're leaving, you make me happy" hahaha. So cute. It wasn't those exact words cos that sounds so primitive and cheesy but the message is the same.

Again me and my shutter shades. I can't go party without them. Still awesome ice-breakers. So much drama happened that night between my cousins, Michelle and Diane. I don't even want to repeat it cos a) I've told it so many times, b) I can't bother, c) it's so long. But well. Perhaps when I can bother I shall.

Oh gosh, and Diane's colleague - Ricky totally hit on me that night. It was so weird! I was just dancing, like I normally do - not like a stripper or a pole dancer. Just dancing then he just looks at me and says, "Gosh, it's so sexy when you do that girl!" I was like "Homie? You tryin' to be black? Cos it ain't happening" Well I didn't actually say that but it was so awkward. I stopped dancing and walked away.

The main stage. Me, Michelle and her friend, Yunita.

My cousin told me to like bend down a bit so that we can reduce our height difference haha. For once I'm tall and not the short one. I'm really not that tall - imagine how short she is!

Crazy crazy.

Well I don't feel like recounting what happened that night but on the next entry I will. Just cos it's actually really ... hmm interesting and just weird. I don't get Michelle's psychology. She's a very temperamental and moody it's weird.

Off with me. (and my head)

I write such boring entries ugh. Well I hate my writing style as of now. I can usually write better when I actually make the effort and on blogs - I never try.

2008-09-28T00:45:00.005+08:00

So, I've finally decided to finish what I've started about the summer. I know it's taken forever and eons and millenias but well, better late than never?

Bibi, I know I said it'd be soon - but what can I say? I'm a busy girl!

Anyway we finish the trip by heading to Chester about an hour away from Manchester by train. I didn't take pictures of Manchester because it's a blasted ugly city and I don't like it. Even if the Uni there is good and it can be my safety net in case I don't get into Oxford... but well. I'm not going to live in a city which I deem uninhabitable - even though its surrounding towns are so charming.

So Chester's a sweet little town. It was the last town that Romans conquered in England. They didn't get much higher than this. Awesome traditional English food I must say. I really crave good Bangers and Mash, Shepherd's Pie and Gammon now. Gosh. And Monster Mash in Holland Village has closed down to make way for Chicago Steakhouse.

I swear there's something wrong with that building, it's gone through like 3 restaurants in a year...

So this is Chester. It's the Tudors meets the Romans. So quaint, so cute. Little alleys and two-storey townhouses converted into pubs which smell like musty old wood. Or well pubs carved into stone rocks. Very cool.

As displayed here. The type of buildings there were in Chester. It was a fucking windy day - but well. I managed.

You can probably see the forced smile on my face...

I don't know. I just decided to take a picture of the sky I suppose. This is the more modern part of town - you can see the industrial revolution type buildings (well, at least their outlines...)

This part, I don't quite like but the rest is all very cute.

Then as we wandered around town, we found ourselves drawn to the river. We could've gone on one of those pedal boats or rowing boats but didn't. So we just strolled along the river and my dad bought some crackers to feed to the plethora of birds who were by the river.

Aren't the ducks soooo cute? They're sleeping!

And then the crazily huge English swans who were vicious and demanded food. I probably mentioned before that I'm traumatised by swans, especially black ones who tried to eat my finger off when I was small. But I couldn't resist the little swanling or whatever baby swans are called. In attempts to make reference to the 'Ugly Duckling' I therefore called it a swanling.

These seagull like birds were fucking cool! I threw crumbs into the air and it's Discovery Channel, Animal Planet all over again! It swoops and dives in attempts to get the crumbs which it gets like 95% of the time. Very cool. It's like watching those eagles dive for fish, except it's a bloomin' seagull in this case. I know, not so majestic. But still very cool otherwise.

Anyway after a day spent in Chester, we headed back to MANchester. Walked around for a bit... got fish n chips which were crap btw. Then opted for Wanton noodle around the street because the Chinatown there is actually pretty established. My mum was craving Chinese so we decided to go get some. It was actually pretty good - even though not quite authentic.

Then it's back to London! For one night and then off to Paris for another before we went home. I don't know when I took these pictures, presumably when we got back to London as my 'timeline' suggested but well. You can't miss the Buck(ingham) Palace guards. They're awesome.

YES you do. I think one guy couldn't stay still - because they have to at their post and then he just started strolling around. My dad and I made up a story that he was either restless or really needed to pee and he couldn't go to the bathroom so started strolling around while this one (the one in the picture) stood PERFECTLY still.

Then there are these guards. Not as cool as the ones with the beavers on their heads. But still. I think the Queen was holding a function or something. They were getting these music stands or what looked like music stands from out here. Struggled with them, which was amusing cos it was really heavy. But guards in England are just mightily amusing. It made my day.

So that rounds off the trip to Europe for this summer! I have tons more pictures and actually a couple more I should upload which I really can't be arsed to do. So I won't.

It was a good summer and we'll see whether I move to the UK or the US this upcoming summer. What a trip THAT will be. Now I'm really considering NYU although I think I'm better than that (which I really am not but I have a hu-fucking-mungous ego that gets in the way of realistic achievements). Well I just love New York - the however many times I've been there. It's an amazing city and it's my dream city to live in. On the Upper East Side! See how much Gossip Girl has influenced me? Well I think I was just destined for that city. Really.

2008-09-20T00:51:00.004+08:00

I just had my UN concert.

A yearly tradition at lovely OFS where we showcase our culture and perform it at night in front of many, many, MANY parents. Well it was fun - this year we did the Saman.
A dance from Aceh involving the complete co-operation of everyone in the team. I haven't had a chance to upload any videos yet but there are tons of 'em lying around youtube and then tons more - of the ones we took of ourselves. Hah

It was so tiring performing for two days straight, day and night. I'm exhausted. But it was all worth it. The Indos are awesome people and I made some pretty interesting discoveries which - I could be at liberty to discuss but given my physical state of sleepiness I shan't.

Then went over to Cecile's for a movie night afterwards. It was all cool but well still. I'm super tired now - just decided to do a short update before I continue on my summer escapades to Manchester and where ever else.

Busy day tomorrow. I've got to play tennis with Patrick at 12pm and then touch at Turf City at 3.30pm and then Jess' birthday dinner at 6.30pm and then Jerilyn's birthday which actually is at the same time as Jess'.

TELL ME HOW TO MANAGE THIS!

How stressful.

Now I'm just SUPER SUPER SUPER sleepy... out.

2008-08-23T04:00:00.003+08:00

So I've decided to actually go and do two blog entries - so this is the part about London.

After Bretagne and Normandie (which I failed to mention because we got there really late at night and only stayed for a day...) we went back to Paris to take the Eurostar to London.
So after arriving to London - settling down and all, my mother decided she wanted to go to the weekend market, Portobello Market on the rightfully named Portobello Street.

It's a really quaint little market selling all sorts of trinkets. A lot of antiques and a lot of reproductions as well. Oh there's a lot of junk as well...
It's lined with antique stores with all sorts of things from cutlery to clocks to books to furniture. Name it and they probably have it somewhere. Then there are all the stands which sell EVERYTHING from lemonade to jewellry.
It's really nice and cute, I was about to go and buy this vintage Chanel purse and necklace but then didn't... decided to go back to Paris and look.

It was a nice and sunny day... so that was a good change from the gloomy London I am usually familiar with. I ended up getting this awesome deep red (burgundy) and black keffiyeh which is super cool. Then I got a dress from this French designer (how ironic since I just came from Paris...) and a couple of other things.
A lot of famous people as in literary geniuses and astronomers and philosophers and such live in the houses surrounding Portobello Market. They use it as student accommodation now... they're little townhouses that are SO cute. I'd love to live in one when I become a student in London... which would be very soon - assuming I'd get accepted.

So then I found this cool alleyway with rad pubs and a totally bohemian scene. I think this doorway does justice to what the alley is known for. Totally love it - I want a sign like that too! Except for the fact that I think Singapore is not really into the whole hippie scene...

It leads to an awesome pub - I think the side door is actually the main door. But then they just want to fuck with your mind and think that it's a side door? I don't know but it looked pretty much like THE entrance to me. This was just like - the janitor's closet or something...

Next day after shopping and eating and all by Portobello, we went University visiting. Which is what we primarily came to London for anyway. So we visited UCL (University College London), King's College and LSE. This one up here is King's College. It honestly has the nicest campus out of the three - it actually remotely resembles a campus. I suppose it's hard to get a campus-campus in the middle of London. Its preserved traditional buildings are really nice and there's a nice atmosphere when you go inside.
This part of King's is near the Law district in London - which is where I'll then be studying providing I do get in! The future draws closer and I get more scared.

Then after visiting Universities - I decided to go and meet up with Chloe who also happened to be in London while I was there. Her sister goes to Imperial College (a shitting good university as well!) and she was visiting her. So I parted with my parents and took the Tube on my own! Which was cool too... I didn't know they'd actually let me go on my own in an 'unknown' city - well London isn't THAT unknown to us but still...
We decided to take a nice leisurely stroll in Hyde Park which is totally awesome (I still prefer Central Park though). Hyde Park is more sprawling with more of the same type of trees and a lot of open space - it's a lot more picnicky and sporty instead of the crowded and picturesque Central Park. Still it's nice. Swan lake is here (well it's not really called Swan lake but I had nothing else to say about it...) where there are HUGE mutant British swans. Who are I swear HUGE and like scary. Well not scary but I'm traumatised by swans always trying to eat my fingers. Oh and they shat everywhere - it was pretty gross.
But it didn't stop Chloe from wanting to take pictures with them.

There are I am, with Chloe and I'm holding on to dear life because I swear some swan was going to attack my patootie. OK really, I wasn't THAT scared but still, the swans STILL wanted to try and bite my finger off. I know they don't have teeth, but whatever it is that replaced that is still hard and sort of sharp...

Chloe insisted that her sister show me who 'Albie' was. There's a statue erected in his honour by his wife the Queen. This is King Albert... here in his full golden tacky glory. How tasteful. So well we had an ingenius idea of posing just like Albie... dear old Albie - whom I've grown so fond off. Yeah we embarrassed Emma with our stupid poses but it's a definite Kodak moment - even though it took us 3 tries to get the pose picture perfect.

Dinner at this Chinese restaurant who's name escapes my head. Chloe and Emma's parents used to dine here when they were college students too so I guess it's a passed down tradition. The wanton is definitely very different but still good. We had this version of Peking duck... which was called 'Fried duck with plum sauce in pancake' hahahaha.
Well the joke with 'Upstairs downstairs' is that the restaurant, which has three floors is usually jam packed with people. So the waiters just tell you to go upstairs or downstairs and when you do arrive there, they tell you again to go to another place. So you end up going up and down the stairs several times before you actually get a table. Hence upstairs downstairs (they even have a shirt that says it)
Then there was a waiter who was totally full-out Chinese and we thought he couldn't speak English very well so when Chloe's porridge was nowhere to be seen I asked him VERY SLOWLY, "Caaaan... youuuu... check on my friend's PORRIDGE PLEASE" then he replied in a perfect Queen's English accent, "Oh do you want me to serve it altogetha?" How bloody embarrassing!
Well we had a feast here anyway... I'm such a fat ass!

Walked some more... went into SoHo... and then walked some more. Saw tons of prostitutes (composed mainly of Eastern Europeans...) and a lot of REALLY cool pubs! Then we went to Leicester Square or something like that (I can't remember exactly because there are so many squares in London) and had gelato.
When Chlo and I were ordering, this guy was serving us and he sounded French but he look Jewish or Middle Eastern or something. So we just ordered anyway but were really curious about his nationality. I have no idea why but we were laughing hysterically... and we wanted to ask him but then chickened out. By the end, we were just dying to know because we started deducing possible nationalities for the guy, Chloe said he could be Spanish or French and I said he looks French or Middle Eastern...
So we went and asked and he was French. The dude however thought we were flirting immensely with him so we just left before he could say anything else. It was a night to remember. I haven't laughed that much in years.
Went back to the hotel by about midnight. On my own... again. It was awesome to take the tube on my own... it's all in preparation right?

Next couple of days we went to Cambridge and Oxford to visit the Unis there too. Cambridge is smaller than Oxford but is SO immensely charming. The whole town basically revolves around the uni. But it's amazing, the buildings, facilities and the atmosphere of the whole town.
So in the end we ended up on this tributary of the Thames... where there's an age old tradition of punting. It's a bit like maneuvering the gondola cos you have a stick which you have to prod the river bed with to move. It's harder than you think.
Funny anecdote: there's this bridge called the Mathematical bridge and when it was built, it was built with straight planks of wood but with NO nails or anything to hold it together but those planks of wood. Perfectly sturdy bridge. Then one year, some students got curious and decided to take the bridge apart to see how it was built - it's true there are no nails or anything but they couldn't put it back together! So in the end, they had to use nails and all to re-construct the bridge. I think up to now, people are still baffled by how it works...

Guess what movie this is from? HARRY POTTER! You know the clusters...? When they go down the corridors to change classes and where they usually just hang out and stuff? They filmed this part of Harry Potter in Oxford! And a lot of other scenes too that we just didn't get to see or I couldn't bother taking pictures of. Isn't so cool?!? I've technically been on the set of Harry Potter! Ahhh. Starstruck.
But yes, I love Oxford. It's bigger than Cambridge and the atmosphere is absolutely AMAZING. So I'm applying here for next year... cross my fingers I get in! I'm so nervous cos I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to get into Oxford. Wowwwww.
It's so nice. I can't stress that enough.
Chloe's dad had a brief stint here, before he got bored and changed majors. It's amazing, he's so smart... geez now all I have to do is work my little fanny off to get into somewhere like this!

Well next it's Manchester. I did TONS of things in London which I just didn't document but perhaps if I can find other pictures some other time I shall update it.

As of right now, it's almost 5 am and I've touch tomorrow...

2008-08-23T02:08:00.004+08:00

Finally I have the initiative to finish what I started. I still have yonks of pictures on my computer which I still need to put up but honestly - for me this is a start.

The master of procrastination. I mean yes I know it took like eons to finally put these up - and I finally have. So this part is specifically talking about Mont St. Michel cos I took heaps of pictures when we were there - cos it's so bloody beautiful. Being considered one of the 'Wonders of the World - Europe" ... you can probably deduce why it's so pretty.

It's basically a town located in a wall. Not like St. Malo but still same idea. Built first around the 10th century it's really old. The interesting thing about Mont St. Michel is that you can access only at low tide. It's like in the middle of the sea - and when the tide is low you can access it. But when it's high, access is limited.
I mean obviously these days with the technology and roads they have, you can still access it; but it's much more limited and all.

My mum and I after getting out of the car in front Mont St. Michel. Usually where the carpark is right now - where we are standing - at high tide, this would all be covered. Then you can only use the raised part of the road. Pretty cool eh? Some people do like races to get back inland with the tide - which apparently comes in very fast. Well that day was a full low tide - so I guess we were lucky enough to be able to park anywhere we wanted AND spend the whole day at MSM.

Here I go just snapping away. It was just so grand and magnificent and beautiful - I'm such a tourist. No but seriously you get awe-struck by the sheer size of it. It rises so high above the ground and the inside spirals eventually into the big cathedral with the spire on it on the top.

Yeah so you get to climb the whole thing which is like a really crowded, really cute village. Tudor influences as you can see. It's basically comprised of a whole lot of stairs and small, narrow passageways which all eventually lead to the top - where the cathedral is located. And amongst all these structures, you can find all sorts of cafes, hotels (which are totally cozy and cute) and souvenir shops and whatever you can imagine. There's this one amazingly cool cafe that's actualy built into the rock, so the back part is still bare rock just jutting out. Serves amazing food too!

Having parents like mine - my mother insisted that she wanted a picture with the cute little streets that lined Mont St. Michel. If you look closely enough, on the right there's this Japanese store selling I don't know what.
But still the idea is that it's cute. I could safely say that the structure of Mont St. Michel itself is very French but the village is typical of English settlements. Non?

The maze of staircases and paths lead to little enclaves like this one. Once you think that all around you are just buildings, you're wrong. It's like building, building, building - GARDEN! It's really very pretty and just so nicely built and if I may say this in context, planned. I mean it's like a neat clutter. So green and lively.

One of the cafes... serving REALLY good crepes. If you can see on the left, where the flag is and the vast open. Well basically that's the grassy area usually where the tide comes up later on. It's weird cos it's really grassy even though it's salt water. If it's low tide season, they let sheep graze on the banks. Very pretty honestly - it's picture perfect.

Eventually making our way up to the cathedral. It was seriously a maze. And quite scary - there are these really super dark parts and like other dodgy areas where you think they keep like prisoners or some shit like that. Or deep dark religious secrets...

Before you get into the cathedral, there's this huge open courtyard where it's like the highest point of openness before you go inside the cathedral itself. So I took a picture of the vast open space which surrouds Mont St. Michel. Yeah you can see the green - this is the part where the sheep graze at and usually - at high tide - it's just non-existent. I guess it's marshland.

I don't know what this is - but I can safely say it's part of the cathedral. How informative I am. I was dicking around with the controls on my camera and this is what I came up with...
All the rocks, I swear, are rusting. Perhaps they contain traces of metal inside?

The cathedral's courtyard. It's so pretty. With a nice garden and flowers, it's an square, open courtyard. So I went inside the garden and attempted to take a picture of the cathedral and its stained glassess but perhaps I failed. But the pretty lavender bushes still smelled heavenly! It's like walking straight into an aromatherapy session - they were really strong.

Intricate columns which lined the courtyard and I found it an interesting architectual subject on which to take photographs on. I like symmetry and I suppose this proved to be just the thing in a beautiful place and country.

See here I go - with my obssession with symmetry. Hah, I can fit in between all the columns! What great skill I have... not. But I don't know I like perspective, depth and symmetry. It just makes it... I don't know. I've run out of words. My vocabulary this night/morning has degraded and I'm talking like a bimbo.

Again with the symmetry but this time incorporating shadows. I love playing with light and dark - too bad my camera isn't as amazing at capturing the job. Well I'll just have to wait for my Nikon d600 to arrive won't I? I don't know how much waiting that's going to require...

As we were making our way down - we had to go through the cathedral again. They were renovating some of the areas so we found this huge mirror which made the hall look bloody humongous (than it already was anyway...)
So we decided to camwhore in the mirror. For once it wasn't my idea but my mum's. Well it's quite sweet... my dad looks retarded as usual though. Don't mind him.

A last look at the wonder Mont St. Michel gave me. This is the cathedral from below. I love how it's actually perched on a hill with such a rocky outcrop. Great place for committing suicide - really. But why would I get that notion in my head anyway? Well you could look out these windows when you're up in the cathedral and it overlooks this rocky, jagged hill. Mmm - nice death. Still equally beautiful though. I love how the growth of plants just overwhelm every rock there is.

Driving away from Mont St. Michel - we saw a herd of sheep! Grazing in the distance, I took this picture while the car was driving at like 90 km/h. Wahhh such skill! Haha - I love it though, cos the sheep were so cool. And I actually got to see them grazing in front of the Mont St. Michel which is another cliche picture painted with this really famous, historic building.
Well at least I found it sort of cool...

Totally love Mont St. Michel. It's very unique honestly. To have a huge settlement of Tudor houses with a huge cathedral on the coast of France only accessible at low tide. Surrounded by fertile marshes where sheep graze. Love it!

I go straight to London after this. It'll be awesome - then stupid Manchester ugh.

2008-08-09T12:45:00.003+08:00

Discontinuing from the posts I intended to do...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
SINGAPORE!

'Nuff said... haha
Soon it's Indonesia's birthday too!

Have a great one

2008-08-07T21:22:00.004+08:00

So here's the second entry on France. I've decided to further divide it up cos I realised that we spent so much time in Mont. St-Michel flabbergasted at its architectual and situational wonder and hence - the millions of pictures taken (which by the way look quite nice) which will then take millions of years to upload.

After Paris, ze parents decided to rent a car and drive out to somewhere. Since we've been to Paris dozens of times, they decided they wanted a change of scenery and with two/three days left to spare before heading to London - my lovely parents thought it would be a marvellous idea to go out into the 'French Countryside'.

So off we drove to Brittany and Normandy... but I'll focus on Brittany for now.

Took us about 2 to 3 hours to drive out of Paris and reach the 'capital city' of Brittany which would be Rennes. It's a small town and compared to Paris it's almost a village. But anyway, it's quite charming even though a little on the deserted side.
A LOT of students here for some reason. I would've thought there would be a concentration of old people in the countryside and small town but there's a LARGE young population. Hence the lovely bars and pubs lining the street and different plazas/squares.

Anyway - this is the famed Parliament house or something like that. It's quite nice and it houses a lot of shops on the side and a nice little quaint cafe on the bottom right of the building in this picture. Well for a small town I guess it'll do. But still - I like French buildings; they're always light (usually limestone or something) and tastefully built. Then again - there's a saying in France, "We don't build on practicality and necessity, we build on beauty" how true.

I didn't find it necessary to take a photo in front of this building but my mother became somewhat obsessed with taking pictures and dragged me into it. Look what indulgent French food has turned me into! A hungry, obese beast! I'm ready to stomp around the square and destroy everything in my path so that I can get to some good crepes, Brittany style. YUM!

Since this part of France was very often colonised by the British, you can see its influences on the architecture. For you guys who don't know their geography and map of France, Brittany is on the North-Western tip of France where one of the closest points to England is. So you can see why it was colonised... and anyway. The cobblestone streets - original from whenever this town was founded and the nice little shops that dot it. In France - you very rarely find a mall housing all brands under one roof; unless you're out in the suburbs or it's a touristy department store thing to do like Galeries Lafayette or Printemps. You find the stores on many different streets, even some lurking in the smaller alleys - so you really have to work your feet and eyes to look for them. Oh and this street smelt particularly like urine - tsk HOBOS (there were a lot of them!)

One of the main street in Rennes - it leads to the cathedral and the main square. It's about 10 or 11pm here and it's still sunny! I love summers in Europe/four-seasoned countries. Sunlight lasts for so long and you can just keep on walking. And the psychological trick it plays on you... thinking that it's still the afternoon and therefore finding no need to eat (although I still get hungry and frequent snacking does not help). Wonderful ...

Yeah, another church. But still it's nice and the parentals decided they wanted a closer peek so what the hell - why not take a picture of it? Still it beats churches in Singapore (I know it's not an old country but still, why not be copycats and erect one that LOOKS old?) You can still put aircon in it :D

One of the many little alleys dotted with cafes. To the right, you will find the cafe with the most AMAZING crepes ever!!! The signature dish of Brittany, crepes with raclette and ham. OMG, it's the sex. Then comes the dessert of apples in more crepes with some sort of syrup-y sauce and vanilla ice-cream - how can you tell me that this is not the way I want to die? And to top it all off, apple cider and an aperitif to close off the dinner.

I just thought that this picture is classically juxtaposing. The old cathedral behind with a carousel just in front of it... and it's in such a random place. In the middle of a square with lots of trees and cafes and traffic - well I suppose that's how they get people to ride on it!

Strolling through the different little cobblestone alleys in Rennes, there are many tudor influenced houses but nothing surprised me like this one. It's house, house, house and then squished house after squished house and house again. Even though in the picture it doesn't look small it really is. I swear it's about 3 to 4 meters in width and people manage to squish all their furniture inside...

In the end, Rennes is a nice city to stay in just for a night. You can practically see the whole town in about a day and soak up its charmingness. Not to mention the gastronomic delights waiting for you! I'd go there any day just to get my share of raclettes and gauffres. And cheap, cheap yet extremely satisfying cider.

Next day, we drove off to St. Malo which is on the coast. It's a REALLY cute town which is situated in one big fort. There's a small fort in the middle of the sea on an outcrop of rock but then the main town is within a wall which circles it. That's why it's called 'Intra Muros' in Latin which literally means 'in the wall'.
Surprisingly it's roomy and the streets and shops are all nice and quaint and preserved! I mean most of the structures are all original made more accomodating to the modern world. We ate really good seafood here - since it's near the sea and Brittany is famous for its seafood (at least in France it is). A plethora of shells, mussels, clams, prawns and a huge crab.
Personally I didn't touch the little snail-looking shells (I tried one, it was slimy and peppery) but otherwise, bring it on to mama! Love the oysters, the prawns and mussels. And it's all fresh with a nice bottle of white wine.

Talk about gastronomic delights.

I'll post about Mont. St-Michel next, but there are just so many pictures that you'll have to wait...

2008-08-06T02:02:00.007+08:00

Well I figured that it was about time that the update should come. After editing all these photos just to make them look oh-so-nice for my blog and to put the signature seal of 'eltishia' on it.
It seems like an eternity since I was in Paris... well technically it was about a month ago. Wow, how time passes! On to the main purpose...

PARIS

I just have an affinity towards this city. Whether it's during the day or at night, Paris never fails to captivate me - no matter how many times I've been there. Much too often, but who cares? How can I possibly resist good food, good wine, good company and bloody hell, good shopping?!?
Of course not. And it's just a beautiful city in the first place... so well no wonder I love it.

The first day, we just walked around like we usually do. This time my dad was here for a conference so we were there with all his colleagues. It was alright except it just felt so 'office-y', if you get what I mean. Nevertheless, Paris is a charming city and we had a hotel right off the Arc de Triomphe in one of the many Avenues leading off it. There are 12 to be exact and we were in Avenue de Wagram which is like one Avenue off the famous Champs-Elysees.
Strolling around is such a breeze and there are so many hidden streets tucked in between the larger ones that you always manage to find nice snacks or cute boutiques - the atmosphere is just so nice.

What would a trip to Paris be without visiting the Louis Vuitton? Cliche I know, but hey; it's one of the largest ones round AND you're in the place where it all started! It's a really cool shop mind you - just so many tourists it's unbelievable. Oh and it's one of the ONLY big name shops to be open on Sundays. Sucks that all the malls and everything just stop dead on a Sunday so that you're left with nothing to do except stroll around and eat. I mean not like that's a bad thing but hey, shopping never hurts. (Well it hurts the wallet, like what we did LV) So I got the Red or Cherry or whatever colour it is Alma Vernis. It's totally cute! I love it...

Just a little fun fact :D these are rental bikes called Velib or Velo Libre in long. So they're scattered all around Paris and there are Velib stops every 500 meters or so. All you need is like an ez-link type card and off you go with your cool bike. It's really quite cool, I rode on one when we were dining in the St-Germain area on the left bank near the Latin Quarters. It's really handy too - seriously Singapore should consider getting some haha. Except I think that all the pedestrians would start getting pissed off at the number of people who will ride on the sidewalks... so perhaps, scratch that.

Passed by the original Crazy Horse. Yes, it's still alive in Paris. One of the best burlesque shows around along with Lido. This time we didn't have time to go - my dad was much too eager if we did have time. Well I saw it last time anyway. Very artistic and it comes with really good food so there's another plus. Love how it's just there, on one of the main streets of Paris next to a bunch of nice cafes and restaurants. Well, that's France.

Day 1 is all about walking around and seeing the sights. Not like I haven't done it before but I just like walking around in Paris. It's so leisurely and the weather was beautiful - sunny but crisp. Yum. Since we were within the Periphirique and in 'tourist' Paris - why not and just see all the nice, old buildings strewn across all over the city?
Here's the Opera of Paris - where the alleged Phantom (of the Opera) stays. But it's a lovely building and all the performances are in Italian or French or something so it's still very traditional and still formal. Love.

Just captured it from a different angle, towards the back. This is already near Galerie Lafayette and Printemps or better yet, Boulevard Haussman which is THE shopping street in Paris aside from expensive Rue St-Honore and Rue Fabourg. That road houses all the designers from Chanel to Balenciaga to whatever you want to find that's plain $$$$$.

Still it's such a nice road (St-Honore and Fabourg) and we went to the quaintest little brasserie (the top one in Paris) called Laduree which serves SUCH good pastries and breads. It was soooo yummy. Founded in around the 1800s it's pretty old and the place is SO cute! Geez, as I'm writing this, my stomach is grumbling like anything... wow I'm really craving the Laduree pastries now - it's unbelievable.

Yeah, most people don't like museums but I for one love them. Especially the Louvre. This is like my third time there and I've never gotten bored. This time - I actually got through quite a majority of all the different exhebitions and rooms unlike all the other times where we concentrated so much on one area.
Still I just love the idea of a museum in a chateaux/palace setting since the Louvre used to be the old palace. It's huge and the gardens are sprawling and overlooking the Arc de Triomphe and in the distance you can catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. I took tons of pictures which I can't bother to upload but still - perhaps when I have the initiative some other day.
We had a nice baguette sandwich while we were there so that was nice - on a chilly yet sunny day.

I found this so cute. Little French kids on a fieldtrip to the gardens - Louvre was closed that day but we just passed by it and then came back the next day. They were tiny and just so cute!

Louvre's courtyard from within one of the windows. I think this was in the Ancient Greek Pottery exhebition. Lovely stuff and Louvre is just magnificent. I love the painted ceilings, gilded doors and walls and everything is just so lavish and opulent. Even the wood on the floor - it's all still original with the exception of the aircon fittings. It makes me want to take my shoes off and just walk around with barefeet or stockings on the old wooden parquet floor (I know how weird that sounds but it just was such an urge). And it smells old - but the nice type of antique-y old. Not musty old.

This is outside the Louvre, along the Seine River. My madre and I were heading towards Notre Dame. We thought we could tackle it by foot and we did but it's a surprisingly long walk to Notre Dame and I suppose it gave me the exercise I needed after eating so decadently...
Still walking along Paris' avenues is never a bore. It's always so nice. Why couldn't summer be like that in Singapore?!? :(

So as we were walking along the Seine, you can always see all the other buildings round. So I took the time to capture Musee D'Orsay and the Eiffel Tower in the distance from a bridge. One of the many linking up the left bank, right bank and the series of small islands in the middle of the Seine. Yes, Notre Dame and the Ile de Cite is where Paris started. It's a tiny island but it provided the shelter needed so that was where Paris started!

We got tired of walking along the upper side of the Seine so we went down the steps and ended up right by the Seine. SO cute, all the trees there were carved with all sorts of hearts and couple's names. Then there was this lovely old couple just enjoying each other's company with a bottle of wine (it's VERY common for couples to have picnics here) amidst the heart carved trees. Cute!!

Then it was off to lunch in the Latin Quarter near St-Germain. I love the Latin Quarters, it's so bohemian and laid back with all sorts of quaint shops and awesome cafes. This is a tradition, everytime we come here to the Latin Quarters, we must have kebabs. They're sooo good. So my craving was satisfied by a Kebab with fries and ice cold beer. YUM! And you ask me why I love Paris so much? Haha. The food!

After a satisfying meal, it was off to Notre Dame finally. I've always seen Notre Dame from the outside but never from the inside. Out of the many times I've been to Paris - this is the first time I've stepped into Notre Dame. It really is nice. Although many cathedrals look like this in the end anyway... I suppose this one's just super special. The carvings inside, the statues and the altar. WOW.

The very famous front facade of Notre Dame. Like everybody knows this in a heartbeat. It's really very nice - all intricate carvings and stuff. And to think the Hunchback of Notre Dame has all this at his disposal - haha. What's his name again? Geez it slipped my mind now! Somebody help me, I'm too lazy to google it.

Notre Dame from within. High ceilings, stained glass all over the place. I wish there were churches like that in Singapore - it would totally make me want to go to church! Haha with the churches now I have no mood or motivation whatsoever. And here they have choirs and organs. Oh the splendour!

Anyway, rounding off our week long visit to Paris before moving on to Bretagne on the coast... this is the neighbourhood pub/cafe we always go to near our hotel. From breakfast to afternoon drinks to late night drinks - Dada's the place we go to. So close to our hotel as well and it's really good. Refreshing mojitos and sex on the beach is what I had in this picture. The bartender also had a crush on me hahaha. He offered me 'French lessons' ah hah. I was just like well I'll pass on that. But anyway, Dada's so cozy! All the tables outside usually the chairs are turned out facing the road and everyone's so chill. Oh I love the atmosphere!

So here's my uber cool bartender who ended up giving me his number! Romain is his name and too bad he wasn't good looking like all the other French men. OMG you have no idea, there's such a concentration of good looking men in Paris it's unbelievable. Well a majority of my exes have been French if I may say so myself hahaha. Not trying to hint anything :P
But yeah anyway... free drinks from bartenders - that's a useful friend to have is it not? He's nice though - too bad I only got to know him within the last two days of being in Paris... while we've frequented Dada for the past week.

Anyway, more posts will come once I sort out my photos. Next it's off to Brittany and Normandy to the coast of France. It's really really nice there - a lot of seaside towns with forts and stuff. And of course REALLY good food like crepes and raclettes! AGAIN, it's making me sooo hungry now - I'm really craving French food! Gawd help me.

2008-07-03T07:48:00.002+08:00

And here comes a quickie!

I'm no longer actually in Paris but was there about 4 days ago. But nevertheless I still love Paris. I'm now in Manchester - which really is not that great a city. It's very industrial here and I feel like I should be walking around with a hard hat and a pair of those yellow Phua Chu Kang boots!

However, before today I was in London and that was marvelous too. More about Paris - we did the usual 'touristy' thing the first couple of days just to rekindle my love with this city. I've been here I don't know how many times but still manage to do all the usual touristy things people do cos you never get bored of it! Well this time I didn't go to the Eiffel Tower but went to the Louvre, Notre Dame, Montmartre, Sacre Coeur, Champs Elysees and so on and so forth.
More pictures later - I've taken some fabulous ones! This time, I was quite reluctant in myself being in the picture so it's more photography-type pictures.

Drove to Bretagne where I visited really charming St. Malo and BEAUTIFUL Mont St. Michel. It's really a wonder and will take your breath away - again more pictures later.

Then it was off to London - the sole purpose was to visit universities as I'd like to apply here after the summer break's over. Yeah I know - most people are astounded when I say I want to do Law. Psht.
Visited UCL, King's College, University of London, Imperial College in London. The top ranked school's within the city. Apparently UCL is better than Cambridge or something for law... wow!
Then consecutively went to Cambridge and Oxford. Both towns or cities are SO charming! I'd love to study there and as I can only choose one for my application - I'll choose Oxford and weight my odds. As of right now - my grades just pass the minimum requirements for both Oxford and Cambridge but I'll have to do SO much more!

Then now I'm in Manchester... the university itself is good but I'd hate living here. Bleagh. Well anyway. Aside from that, it's been shopping galore and hanging out with friends who also happen to be in London or Paris at the time.
I'll explain my trip in more detail the next time round. We're going to York tomorrow and it's 1 am here... so I best stop here.

Fun fact: I've developed an uncanny British accent for the time I'm here. I pick up accents REALLY quickly... and I know I've always had a tinge of British when I speak but now it's even more pronounced. And I'm not saying I speak the "Queen's English" which is all prim and proper, I've managed to latch on to some more colloquial Cockney and local 'dialect'. It's really quite entertaining when I come to think of it...

2008-06-21T14:01:00.002+08:00

After two weeks of Summer Holidays... and basically wasting my time doing absolutely nothing - I'm finally leaving for the summer.

Well tonight that is - not like I'll have a lot of time anyway. Packing is a strenuous and really aggravating task. [To some who just love packing - sorry, I can't agree with you there]
So it's off to Paris on a 13-hour flight aboard Singapore Airlines [Go Business!] basically sitting, eating and watching movies. And if that doesn't suffice it's listening to music and playing Sims on my laptop. What a way to spend a flight.

A week and a bit spent in France... to be exact a week in Paris and a couple of days roadtripping to Bretagne [Brittany in English, I think] and then it's off to Manchester for another couple of days. Then we head down to London where we'll spend another week or so - shopping and looking at universities. So yes - updates will come along I suppose. As long as there's internet connection available - and when and if I have time of course.

And after a long night of partying - I think that's a good way of parting with Singapore for about 2 and a half weeks. Oh and my shutter shades are the fucking shizzzz. Seriously they rock! Everybody kept on taking them yesterday night. I seriously had it for about 20% of the time.
Oh and they're glow in the dark! A fact I didn't know till it started .. glowing. in the dark. Hah.
But hell they're cool.

It's off with me. Pictures later.

2008-06-17T22:46:00.003+08:00

Alluding to the Euro Cup 2008...

The Netherlands is doing extremely well and Tish is very proud to see them advance to the Quarter-finals and hopefully go on to win the title this year. They're a new team and it's so long Total Football to make way to the 4-2-3-1 formation which seems to work extremely well. So yes - it's support for the Oranje all the way for me.
Not to mention they've got some pretty stellar players - V. Nilsterooij [that's the Dutch spelling but to make you guys feel happier V. Nilsterooy], Sneijder, Van Der Sar, Kuyt, V. Persie, V. Bronckhorst... so on and so forth. Most of the team are extremely talented anyway. But yes.. Anyway... I could talk about football for ages and I think I'll save it this time.

Ah I can't believe I'm going this Saturday on holidays. Somehow I'm excited to be back in Europe - especially Paris... but then bleh. I'm excited for the super formal dinner we're having in the Louvre. That should be tres chic. New dress for me yay!

I ought to get more productive with my days in Singapore. I should go running but honestly, I can't be fucked to get off my lazy ass and do so. Instead I've been wasting my time on Photoshop creating this thing here. Tell me what you think about it.
After months of bugging from my cousins who use Friendster [which I personally dislike...] I decided to once and for all update and never touch it again for a long time. So I did my own layout and all... [so proud]. So this is my background - I know narcissistic and so in your face but I quite like it - besides for my face.

Really if anyone wants to update their profile... do tell me. I wouldn't mind coming up with something to jazz up your thing. Though I do have a specific style - I'm more sophisticated, flowery and chic. Oh and I can do really colourful things but I draw the line with stupid, cutesy, cheesy things. And emo, punk shit is a no-go either. Oh and bands and celebs. Bleh. Unless they're hot... guys or girls haha.

I've nothing further to add. Really my life is stagnating. SAVE ME

2008-06-10T04:49:00.002+08:00

In spirit for the UEFA Euro 2008

Tonight or rather this morning, was an AMAZING match!!! Being the affluent Dutch supporter that I am [Hup Holland Hup!], it was phenomenal to see them win 3-0 against ITALY!
Also, being the pessimist that I am, I thought they were going to draw or... even worse - LOSE. But they far exceeded my expectations and came out victorious!

Yeah, I know - I thought Van Nilsterooy was offside too... but it doesn't matter. It's to my favor. Then the amazing volley came from Sneijder and another header from Van Bronckhorst - which by the way should technically be an own goal since he who's name escapes me from the Azzurri team tapped it last. Nevertheless, a 3-nil lead is one that's phenomenal and really doesn't happen too often in football. The fact that it was a clear 3 goals ahead with 0 for the opposition really makes a statement. I mean the Italians did have a number of fantastic tries too but van der Sar saved most of them. Even though I do think he was a bit clumsy on some.

Then van Persie got put on! Happy happy - he's my eye candy on the field. Seriously. And he's amazing too besides for the plethora of injuries he's been encountering lately. Hopefully van Basten will put Robben and van Persie AND van Nilsterooy on in the match against France. Killer killer KILLER. They better win! I shouldn't be talking cos I COULD support both sides but Oranjes are better! [Except for Henry...]

Romania and France drew 0-0. Quite disappointing, I thought France would actually do something to gain a head start. But well - we can't expect everything now can we? As for Holland, I do hope they continue playing as a team and not get their egos skyrocketing as they did in the past. Perhaps, after 20 years of never reaching the finals... things will change.

On that happy note - I lost my phone today. I FUCKING HATE THAT!!! It was the Nokia N95 8GB and I feel sooooo bad that I just want to dig a hole and rot in it.

2008-06-07T00:06:00.003+08:00

Went pubbing at Lazy Lizard and then Cafe Iguana.
Couldn't bother to club with people so I went home.

My legs are dead tired. Today was the last day of school - you can't even start to imagine the relief and joy I am experiencing! Aside from the fact that my middle and index fingers on my left hand are swollen from tying too many balloons - it's allll good.

I'm going to have a good summer this time. I've changed - quite a bit. In the attitude and interests of my life. So yes - this summer is going to be one helluva summer! Summer resolutions and end of the year conclusions have been talked about. Now let's hope there are hot guys where I'm going to spend my summer :D The cherry on top of the icing.

PAT IS COMING! On Sunday from Ausland. So we're all going to pick him up from the airport. OMG I'm so excited. I haven't seen him in ages and he's awesome. More Harry's, more Max Brenner's, more tennis, more everything! Eeeeeeeeee.

Picnic on Sunday. Vivocity day on Monday. Tomorrow - I think I'll go by the pool, tan and go to the park with my dog. Then Tuesday it's VODKA night at Cecile's! Vodka with everythingggg from Red Bull to OJ to Cranberry Juice, Lime Juice, Jellyyyy! Yum.

Try Jell-o shots. They're amazing.

Goodbye to all those leaving, have an amazing summer and see you guys next year!!! In the meantime, I'll keep y'all updated with my summer escapades. Oh I think I should have a plan or something.
Looking forward to lovely Montmartre, the Latin Quarters, manicured gardens and chateaux. Then the Tate Modern in London ... oh it'll be fun. Then Indonesia!! :D I'll have fun.

SUMMER HERE I COME!

2008-06-05T00:08:00.002+08:00

I get annoyed quite easily I know. But that's just how I am.

However, I especially hate it when people add me on MSN and I accept or perhaps not even accept but they start talking to me. Fine they're talking and if they're nice then it's all cool. I'm not some cold-hearted, conceited bitch who closes and shuns people off mind you.
But if I don't know you and I ask who you are... [yes, sometimes I suffer from mild memory loss] just to confirm that we have talked or met before then well I do expect a reply and some slight reminding. Then - I'm open to talking.

So tonight, this very thing happened to me. This guy called 'Jack' started talking to me. I don't even know if his name IS Jack but that's what he claims himself to be.

Jack: Hi Tish
Tish: Hi...
Jack: Strange picture, who are they?
Tish: Wait, who is this?
Jack: Jack G
Tish: Who is...?
Jack: Jack Groves :@

So he doesn't know who I am, guessing by the comment on the weird picture I put up as my display. It happens to be of my mother and I at the Salvatore Ferragamo fashion show. I obviously don't know who he is, I googled him, I user searched him on my school website [yes, you can find any student going to OFS on this cool search...] and he didn't pop up anywhere so I assumed he didn't go to my school. Worst thing is, just cos I don't know him - he replies to me with an angry emoticon? Come on dude, I don't know a lot of people - did it ever occur to you that you might have the wrong Laetitia? Just because I ask him for his name, he gets all upset. Face it you're not that famous and it obviously goes on...

Tish: Well I don't remember you...
Jack: Haha Tish, are you there?
Tish: Yeah...
Jack: I know who you are so don't hide it
Tish: Yeah but I don't know who you are. I have no recollection of who you are really... so what do we go to school or something?
Jack: Stop being dumb

Filtering through my vast memory of parties and friends of friends of friends and so on and so forth, I do not recall a certain 'Jack Groves'. Honestly, his name looks fake and the only Jack's I know aren't Jack Groves either. So I half expected him to tell me where we met or when we started talking or at least how he knows me! But he gets all offended and starts firing at me as if I'm like playing a prank or someone stole Laetitia and brainwashed me - cos to him, I obviously have no idea who I really am. Just cos I said I don't remember him, which really isn't as bad as a complete I have no idea who you are - he says that I'm dumb. So in conclusion, I must be REALLY dumb cos I've no idea who the other 6 billion people living in this world are! And Jack - face it you have a common name.

Tish: Dude, I'm being serious
Jack: Are you Laetisha [or however you spell it] Selous
Tish: It's Laetitia. And what's Selous? Is that supposed to be a last name or something?
Jack: Stop being silly
Tish: I'm not being fucking silly, when did we meet then?
Jack: Get lost, I don't know who you are and stop swearing :@
Jack: Go away
Tish: You came to me!

First of all he assumes that I'm just playing a game with him. Then he tries to say my name. Or who he thinks I am. And once I don't recognize that name - he calls me silly! As if I don't know my name. I just don't know who YOU are and who you're trying to talk to. By this time I'm just so exasperated that I had to put a 'fucking' in there somewhere so I did. And he gets even more offended and tells me to stop swearing and tells me to get lost. I mean come on... YOU came to me. I didn't start any conversation, I clearly don't know who you are and have clearly said so in the beginning but he STILL insists on my false identity. I closed the window and 2 seconds later he pops up again.

Jack: What is your name? Hurry up
Tish: Why should I tell you now, I thought you knew me
Jack: I know who you are so stop being stupid
Tish: Why are you being so immature then?
Jack: You're the one that's swearing and hiding the fact that you're Tish
Tish: Thanks for the update, I know who I am now. Wow...

So he's still insisting on my name even though he knows it. Really, I think by now he thinks that I've stolen my own identity cos I'm like schizophrenic or something and I have two faces who clearly don't know their names. But thanks Jack, seems like you know me even better than I know myself cos obviously you know my name and think I don't. Really, aliens abducted me, brainwashed me and replaced me without me knowing my name. Get a grip on yourself 'JACK'

Jack: Who are you then?
Tish: Laetitia
Jack: Second name
Tish: Why?
Jack: Tell me or I'm leaving
Tish: You think I stole someone's identity or something? It's Clarice
Jack: Laetitia Clarice, YEAH RIGHT

Stubborn persistence. Then he decides to add a little 'threat' of some sort saying that he'll leave if I don't tell him. And when I do, I get bashed even more cos he says 'YEAH RIGHT' as if I don't know my own name and am just making it up. Cos really - I hate myself so much, I'm so pitiful that I need to hide myself and my own NICE name and take up another's. At this point I seriously thought he was some psycho stalker, identity stealer freak who is going to kidnap me and use my name and stalk me or some melodramatic shit like that. Yeah I know I'm over-reacting but whatever, that thought did occur in my head at some point. So I decided to be safe and just give him Clarice.

Tish: Yeah, you did ask for my second name. So I gave it to you. You never asked for my surname
Jack: Surname then, hurry up
Tish: Why do you want to know?!?
Jack: Tell me or I'm leaving
Tish: Fine leave
Jack: Ok cheerio

Again the usage of the threat. I mean what a great loss it's not like I knew him to begin with. So I told him to leave cos I didn't want to end up giving my surname in case anything bad happens. So I was smug and said that he did ask for my second name and not surname... which actually just dug a deeper hole cos he asked anyway. Really I thought he was going to steal my identity at this point - it's quite scary when you think about it... really.
But anyway, this guy thinks that his threat is will make me fall to my knees and repent, begging him not to go cos I love him so much and I'll tell him my NAME! WOAH! So as he left - I couldn't bear to be not the last one to say something...

Tish: Oh and if you did know me, you'd be smart enought to know that it's me in that picture. So yes - you don't know me
Jack: Oh and I'm deleting you from my contact list TWIRP
Tish: Great, you added me. And I don't know who you are, so do you think I'm at a great loss here? Of course not. Oh and I don't have you on my contact list - how about that?
Jack: Get lost
Tish: Wow you're the witty one
Jack: Piss off I said
Tish: Then YOU stop talking to me if I annoy you that much. You started mind you and I try to end it but you keep on going... not my fault.
NO REPLY hahahaha

I was having such a 'BURNNNN' moment that all those sentences just came spilling on to the screen. His vocabulary is clearly very limited to 'Stop being silly/dumb' or 'Get lost/Piss off' Hmph, although he initiated the conversation, he clearly thinks that I'm the one at fault and that I was the one annoying him and that I'm just pulling his leg by not knowing who I am.
I mean I don't even have him on my list cos when he started talking to me it said "Contact not verified" meaning that I haven't accepted him or anything. Then he forces himself down my throat asking me to just accept it. Ain't gonna happen JACK.

Anyway, I'm heading off now. Turns out he was wrong cos he just apologised for being 'rude'. Hell yes mate - Jack from Hertfordshire. Turns out you got the wrong Tish. I was right all along. My memory really isn't bad.

2008-06-02T22:10:00.003+08:00

It's Monday again. The whole cycle just keeps on going...
Thank goodness for me the holidays start in a week. Without it, I'm pretty sure I'd just die. But can you believe it?!? Next year I'm a senior!!!

The weekend was fucking crazy. We went to the Arena - there was apparently like some special party there called something like ''Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'' and DJ Cashflow was playing. I don't know how the hell he is but it sure raised the entry prices.
Well the bad thing is I got fucked off my face. After being sober since August last year... I thought I was doing pretty well. I guess the $800, 3 liter bottle of Martell didn't help - along with about 5 bottles of Belvedere vodka. Well... that much access to 40% vol. alcohol didn't help me. No matter - the times I do remember were fun as hell. A good way to end the school year.

I didn't bring my own camera so Guide2Party's pictures will have to compensate for the lack of mine. In fact, that night I thought I lost everything and I was just so unco-ordinated that I'm glad I didn't bring anything much. So that's that, I'm closing my chapter for good. No amount of alcohol is ever going to tempt me again. Of course to be consumed upon consideration :D. Who can resist?

Our table. The dude in red-ish sorta clothes [Min Aung] is the one that bought that huge ass bottle of Martell. I love how the waiters at Arena were there at every beckon we had and they just kept on refilling. Which is probably why I got that bad. But so did everyone else.

I'm very obscure in this picture. Try to find me.

I love my chicas. It was a fun night and dude, thanks for putting up with my drunken rambling!

Mm, I was pretty much fucked by this time.

Just as an added bonus. Look at my slutty 'friends'. Yes people, this is the epitome of OFS life. White chicks in tight black clothes with killer heels and optional fishnets dancing on stage like a beaver loves its trees. Well they have no shame. At least I do have a little bit of shame. But if you're into that kinda stuff - well enjoy.

***

Anyway. 4 more days of school and it's to complete freedom! I can't wait for Singfest '08. There are some pretty good gigs that are coming! Jamie Scott, Alicia Keys... etc etc. Just look it up if you're interested - it happens on the 2 and 3 of August so yes there's a ways to go.

Hmm, I wonder if I'm going to go party again? Perhaps not. Well not this weekend anyway...

***

Summer's coming! That's exciting. So my summer plans have been confirmed. I'm going to spend 5 days in Paris first - tagging along with my dad who has a conference there. Thank goodness Paris and I are re-uniting. It's been far too long since I've been to that gorgeous city. And frankly I REALLY NEED A WARDROBE UPDATE!! What better place to do that than in Paris?!? The fashion capital of ze worlddddd. Then I'm going over to Brittany to visit that chateau in the middle of the ocean that you can only access in low tide cos in high tide, you can't get back. The place is called St. Malo - very cool indeed. And I'm indulging in moules-frites, crepes and mmm all the yummy yummy French cuisine.

Then it's off to London for University visiting - amongst things like shopping of course. Day trips to Oxford and Cambridge. Unis inside London like Imperial, UCL and King's College. And then going to Manchester to visit the Uni of Manchester which I know I probably won't like but it's just cos the law degree there is famed... :S

Back to Paris for another couple of days - perhaps hit Belgium and if I want I could possibly go to Ibiza to meet my friend and party!!! [The original Cafe del Moar is located there] Otherwise, it's back to Singapore after about 3 weeks.

Then off to Motherland INDONESIA. Where I'll stock up on fake dvds and eat like a fucking pig. Oh and perhaps party too. People think I'm like 21 there. And they never check ID - awesome. So I'll be there for about a month. Then it's back to Singapore to slave over my extended essay for about another half a month.

Well. I won't go on dreaming about my summer - I've to actually realise my four more days of waiting in anticipation over the escape from school over one hell year of IB. AND DON'T THINK INTERNATIONAL SCHOOLS SLACK! IB is shit tough. Ask anyone in it. Well, save up all this energy for the student vs. teacher touch game tomorrow! Exciting. Then our coach is taking us for ice-cream at Ben and Jerry's [yum!]

2008-05-26T15:42:00.004+08:00

4 exams down and 2 more to go.

Last two are tomorrow and they're Chemistry and Geography. I shouldn't do too badly on them unless something goes miserably wrong and I end up in a ditch in sorrow that I didn't study hard in enough.
Well that ain't gonna happen. Today was Art and French. Was a breeze so I should have no problems with that, but Math - I'm still going to rot in my grave.

So STOMP called me today. And!!! They were asking me about the email they sent me. Hello?!? Don't they realise I'm 16. I go to school. And that calling me in the middle of the day during exams is not cool. Well anyway, they sent an email saying that I should perform for their talent contest thing only to say that they accidentally sent it to the wrong person! Haha, funnayyy. But still I'm glad that I don't have to perform. I don't even want to perform. They still said that I was invited though and that I can bring my friends and family. Psht I might just show up for the hell of it. Well anywho, that's my little anecdote for the day.

I'll be FA-BU-LOUSSSSS if I do go to their little STOMP contest thing except, I don't know if I can bother to show up. Me and my ego.

Check out this website I recently found. If you like New York and drama ... perhaps similar to Gossip Girl, then this is for you. Really quite fascinating :P I often wonder where they plot is going to go.

Gossip, Glamour & Grudges

Back to studying. I feel extremely sleepy though. After eating shitty carbonara at PastaMania.

2008-05-23T19:11:00.002+08:00

So today was officially the first day of exams... Math and English. One I did fine, the other I failed miserably. And by miserably I mean I'm rotting in a grave that I dug myself. No dibs for guessing which one I failed miserably at... math naturally. I hate math with a passion and it's not like I just have a natural affinity to suck at it - in fact I'm getting reasonably good grades in math but when it comes time for exams; the big Suck factor just comes into play and there's no turning back from there!

Out of my sucky day, comes my cynical and unforgiving mood. What if I were to walk down the street and just go up to a random stranger telling them what was wrong with their dress sense? Really, I think I'd like to do that as mean and immoral as it may sound. There was this man who was wearing one of these bucket fishing hats with a proper shirt, pants and tie... walking down the Takashimaya. Obviously someone needs to knock some sense into the man and tell him that bucket hats just don't fucking go with a suit... let alone - bucket hats should just be burned altogether... to whoever invented that hideous thing.
Then there are women who wear heels which obviously don't fit them. What's the point of wearing footwear when your toes in the end stick out of them like weeds on a bed of grass and end up touching and scraping the floor?!? Isn't it the purpose we wear shoes altogether? To protect our feet from getting as dirty? Well then why do you need to let your unsightly toes hang over the edge of your heels?

Whatever, I'm over it. To say the least, I'm at least taking care of myself. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I look good - cos most of the time I look like fucking crap but at least I don't do anything that peeves myself off.

Now to study for the upcoming 4 exams... what a royal bore. Really.

2008-05-20T23:00:00.004+08:00

I suppose this is a long overdue update. I've been so busy with I don't know what... it seems that days just seem to pass by just like that with no apparent reason on what I did whatsoever. Perhaps I just spend countless hours looking at pointless things on the net and then other wasteful hours doing my homework. That's pretty sad honestly... I've had no life recently! This has got to change... right after I get through the last bump - THE EXAMS!!!

I'm so unprepared this time - it's pretty horrible. I haven't even remotely touched my books and the first exam is this Friday where the subjects are math and english - two horrible, horrible subjects. Not only is it on this whole year... but well I don't think I'll depress myself further by explaining how it worked out.

First off, today was the Presidential Election at our school. Naturally I ran for president against 5 other amazing candidates. So whoever wins, I know you guys will muster change in the school... at least I hope so. We all have practically the same ideas so whatever we do, we'll all want to accomplish anyway. So if I'm not voted into presidency - I'm definitely ensured my position of 'Events Committee Leader' cos no one can organize anything better than I can. Yes I'm a conceited, self-deserving bitch but honest to goodness truth - I'm just a good party planner. And with my creative eye and dictatorian sensibility - things get done.
So good luck to whoever becomes president. At least I can put on my CV now that I ran for president... although didn't get it - HAH!

*****

So in April which seems like a long distant while ago, my mother celebrated her... somethingsomething birthday... at Le Saint Julien at Fullerton Road. It was the best fine cuisine French dinner I've ever had - outside of France, bien sur. And there's a price tag to match it all... the total came up to $700. So well it had to be worth it or else, some dire things would have happened to the chef - who I'm sure I could do no harm to since I just love food.

I attempted to take pictures of the different foods we were having but well, I totally forgot about it once I tucked into things such as the Lobster and Avocado with something sauce salad. Haha whatever it was - it was simply scrumptious. So if you anyone wants to drop some cold hard moolah on some good food - GO TO ST. JULIEN! Highly recommended if you don't mind spending $700 on a dinner.

Dad's and I plan was so brilliant. I managed to transport a huge watch box all the way from the underground carpark across the big street into the restaurant without my mother noticing. Perhaps she's just ignorant but well, I don't think so. So we presented her present before the dinner started but after the champagne. I had Rose Champagne... lovely. Moet and Chandon. I know there are those little colons on top of the e but fuck it.
So Madre loved her watch - from Gucci. Yes I'm jealous of it too! Well I have my Franck Muller's so I guess I can't complain...

Family picture. Awww. No comment really... by the end of the night I was gorged in champagne and wines it didn't really matter. NO I DID NOT GET DRUNK - how unflattering. Especially in front of my parents. This anti-alcohol policy I have is really working hahaha.

I felt the construction of the IR looked somewhat artistic and with my crappy camera I attempted to capture the lights, cranes and reflections. So here's the crappy outcome to come with a crappy 'point and shoot' camera. It's not that crappy but once you have a DSLR - every camera like that IS crappy. :D

And a blurrier version that I attempted to capture had it been for my shaky hands...

*****

On to Gossip Girl. This is my new obsession. Before it used to be Heroes and Grey's Anatomy and now it is Gossip Girl. Much too good to miss. Fact tomorrow is the Season Finale of the first season!!! Noooo how could I possibly survive more than a week without my dose of gossip girl? It is positively absurd. And oh-so-addictive.
If only my life was like that - well first off I'd love to live in New York. I'm pretty sure [after re-kindling my love for this city over the summer] that it's my favorite city of all. It's so glamorous and I just love it! The blend of new and old... Greenwich Village and the Upper East Side. Oh yes one day I will have my very own apartment on top of The Pierre - the city's most prestigious apartment and hotel units. The penthouse costs $70 million!!!! Can you believe it?!?! Just for a penthouse and here in Singapore WE think the housing costs are rising...
Well you ARE right next to Central Park, IN MANHATTAN, IN the UPPER EAST SIDE! NEXT to Fifth Avenue - Saks, Bergdorfs and Barney's... the works. If I could only imagine.

Well Gossip Girl is just way to scandalous to not be addictive. I'm so jealous. I love their houses, their clothes... their lives. Guess who my fashion inspiration is going to be THIS summer? SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN! Along with Haute couture French fashion and British High Street labels too I suppose. [Hint hint to where I'm going over the summer...]

Well gossip to date... GOSSIP GIRL STYLE!

Recently, while E was away - she left a certain someone. Someone who happens to be the gentleman she is dating. So while E is away, her boyfriend G hooks up with her best friend L. Turns out, they did more than just hooking up - continuously seeing each other while E was away; G and L got it down and dirty with each other. L even muttered the words 'I Love You' to G who - well, who said it back.
So when E comes back, poor little L is left to watch from the sidelines as G unashamedly returns to E while still canoodling with L. Poor little L is too love-struck by G who happens to feel the same way for her. However, she is too restricted to even utter a breath under E's watchful and powerful eyes. So what's L supposed to do when G takes no shyness to directly approaching L under E's presence?

"You know you love me... xoxo... Gossip Girl"

No joke, that is a real story. And it's still happening right now. So perhaps I'll update as it progresses. Haha, doesn't make for an interesting and oh-so-Gossip Girl story? Yes it totally does. Perhaps I should be the new Gossip Girl for OFS or something... seriously.

So I've been doing a little 'Street' photography... cos Phil who takes absolutely brilliant pictures got me inspired. It doesn't compare to anything he does so don't compare!
But well just a few snaps that I thought were actually worth putting up, showcasing my brilliant artistic and photography skills. That SO need further developing!
I think they're pretty self-explanatory. They revolve around Orchard Boulevard, whether walking to my school or at the bus stop - I've taken to a certain fascination about streets and the works.

If you have anything to say about these photos, feel free cos I know I'm not good but well hey, you can only get better! So feel free to say what you want to say...

Oh, and also... recently I've been training these Bendemeer Secondary School students how to do a Balinese dance for their International Friendship Day carnival. They proved to be EXTREMELY trying - not knowing how to take control of their own bodies! I mean come on, who doesn't know how to shake their hips?!?!?!
So here's the outcome on the actual day. I had to perform with them, along with Imelda who's like a seriously PRO Balinese dancer! She's fucking amazing... I wish I could dance as many traditional dances as she could. But whatever, I haven't learnt that many.
They're SOOO super shy that it took me a lot of effort to finally allow them to be comfortable in their own bodies and skin. Even through that I had to constantly remind them about this and that and it was very... annoying to put up with them.
But the end result was good, we got rave reviews so all's well... I hope.

On that note, I'm feeling extremely sleepy now and I've a long day ahead of me tomorrow... which I particularly know I will not enjoy. So there goes nothing - really...

2008-05-04T01:48:00.001+08:00

I can't bother to post right now although I have many a things to blog about...

One thing though. Monday is the deadline to my NGO video for Geography about human rights of children. So our group chose 'Child Bondage' which is when they get sold to the prostitution/slavery business. So basically, I created the whole storyboard and was the director basically of our video.

Most of the time I was behind the camera, except for when I was on obviously. You could just say, I did it entirely since I did the editing, picked out the song, created the storyboard... so on and so forth. Not trying to take credit away from my group members; they were still helpful.

So here it is. Enjoy... oh and if you like the song

It's from 'Requiem for a Dream' the movie which is absolutely amazing.

It's by Clint Mansell and the Kronos Quartet and the song is called Summer: Summer Overture

Check it!

2008-04-22T17:48:00.002+08:00

The deed is done. I finally 'broke up' with Max - even though I never even like mutually agreed to be his 'girlfriend' but he just thinks so.

Well after school we met up at Coffee Bean, the usual hang out place. He was about to come and kiss me when I was like "Wait, I've something to tell you before you start all this..." and it all basically spilled out from there. Well it was pretty cool, he seemed pretty okay with it which is such a relief. But I know deep down inside, well not really but his eyes just gave it away. He said "Yeah! Sure..." when I asked if we could just be friends... but there was something in his eyes that just like, frankly - DIED.

But we grabbed something from Coffee Bean anyway and talked like we always do. Sans kissing... which is such a welcome relief. Then I asked him all the questions about all the things that annoyed me about him such as: "Why do you say 'fuck' all the time?" haha. Well I can finally diss without feeling bad.

Ahhh the relief and liberation. Well I'm back to being single - so bring it on boys!

2008-04-19T22:19:00.001+08:00

A long and awaited update... has finally come.

I've been talking about Prom so much but haven't actually put evidence up on how it went. It was pretty cool... held at the Four Seasons Ballroom it was pretty darn swanky.

I got so sick that day but hello?!? who could miss Prom?? Well anyway, I pulled through took lots of drowsy medecine that frankly made me feel like shit - but the later part of the night was fucking amazing. So - I arrived there and had the cocktail reception where we took pictures and just mingled till we were 'summoned' to the dinner inside the ballroom. It was a big buffet - full of yummy and unfortunately not as scrumptious food. Frankly - I was quite disappointed with the food but well I suppose it will suffice. [Next year where I will be organizing the prom, I think I'd do it in the Fullerton... or Raffles]

Well anyway, it was a good night... after dinner there was the slideshow and the announcements for the King, Queen, Prince and Princess... so on and so forth. Let's keep it "Thank goodness I didn't get anything..." followed by our DJ setting up the music for the dance floor. Unfortunately again, people decided that since the dinner was over and everything was finished and it was just dancing, they could just head to Clarke Quay for the after party. Honestly, who goes to Clarke Quay at like 9?? Personally, I stayed till around 11, 11.30ish before heading to CQ.

Went to Indochine first, where everybody was. Had preliminary drinks and dancing... it was all good except for the fact that sometimes Indochine's music is a little blah. Then Berengere and Cecile decided to invite this guy called Maxime from France who works with them at the restaurant. Nothing happened at first and then we just ended up sitting at the bar and talking.

Moved to The Arena... that was fun. I love the music they have there, whether live or DJed. Well Berengere and Raissa both had their dates and I'm sure you know what happened to mine... so Maxime and I were dancing together. Psht, stuff happened. I'm sure I needn't go through explicit details for you to figure out what happened. Let's just say that it didn't get far enough for clothes to be taken off - considering we were in a public place. Plus I was in a gown haha. Well; he was quite glued to me the whole night no matter where I went. Sometimes it got a little... annoying. But well after not having 'action' for such a long time I suppose it was a welcome gesture. Went home at around 3ish... dead tired. Being on Clarke Quay in a LONG gown is definitely an interesting experience. There were many eyeballs wondering WTF we were doing.

When we were on the dance floor in Four Seasons. Madoka [on the right is so cute!] So basically it's me, Berengere and Madoka. Lovely people...

Raissa and I on our table. My mother lent me a multitude of diamonds! There were 6 1.5 carat diamonds on my ears forming a long, dangling earring... then a necklace of diamonds and her black and white diamond ring which I totally love. Hey well, bring on the bling! I felt so flashy though... compared to all the others.

The traditional camwhores in the Clarke Quay bathroom. I regret not taking pictures of my dress before the prom and not getting a full length shot of it properly. It really was a lovely dress... beading at the front, plunging back. I love it. Well here's Berengere, me, Alicia and Nicole. Everybody looked spectacular.

Berengere and I before the rest of the two girls joined us in the picture. Ah well even though the picture isn't so clear... it was a good good good night.

It was well worth it. Maxime and I became more than just a one night thing as I've had much too often. Turns out he was actually interested in me too... so we communicated. Met up Sunday night downstairs, Tuesday afternoon at Coffee Bean... etc. Movies... hanging out. After much deliberation and consideration - it dawned upon me that I actually don't like him... the novelty of physical actions just wore off and my expectations are much too high and I'm just selfish like that.

I'm the type of girl who can go a week without seeing the guy because I love and appreciate my space - I actually have to miss him before I see him or else the sight of him sickens me. I'm the type of girl who doesn't constantly need attention, I don't need smses everyday asking if I'd like to do something or asking how I am. I'm also the type of girl who looks for more than physicality in a relationship. I don't like kissing in front of everyone, I don't like PDA and I sure as hell don't like being held by waist because personally I need my space to wander off a little. I don't need constant caresses or stares or well - mushiness. Maybe I used to but I sure as hell don't anymore. Unfortunately - Maxime provides all those things. As nice as he is - as much as I get along with him... I can't help but compare him to Ruben for looks, to Guillermo for personality. He totally doesn't match up. I'm a fucking biased bitch who thinks people with bad grammar are annoying... I'm also the bitch who doesn't like it when people slot 'fucking/fuck' between every two words uttered for his mouth.

If you have a strong french accent and if English is not your first language - you sure as hell don't need to 'enhance' it with a fuck/fucking every two words in a sentence. Pretence doesn't get you far with me. I know I probably shouldn't even judge or should feel grateful about the attention I get and that someone actually likes me but hey - if you don't like 'em back what is the fucking point? Yet I'm faced with another problem; how do I actually tell him?

For once, I find a person who likes me more than I like them and it sure as hell is hard.

On a lighter note, I had sports day on Friday at the Evans Road stadium. Holy shit, being captain of my team with asthma and torn ligaments on my right ankle sure didn't help. I ran 100 m sprint, long jump, 800m and shot put. Oh and I also had to fill in all the places that there were no entries for my team in. So well, you can see how much time I spent on the track. Well 100m was absolutely fine, I finished 3rd which is an achievement for me considering the fact that I had two torn ligaments and hate sprinting. Then 800m was another achievement, I was 2nd... and haha I fainted for a couple of seconds after I finished. I had asthma and my ankle was hurting me ALOT [yes by a lot I mean that I can't walk in it... and every movement is like it's being sawed off] I collapsed at the end of the track and Alex and Mary had to pick me up and carry me over to shade and safety.

Oh and for long jump I broke the school record, jumped 4 m... yay me. Shorties can do something :D I think it's just cos I'm light... honestly. But then Pam jumped 4.2m pshtttt. At the end of the day, I had the WORST sun tan ever!!! I tan really easily but I hardly burn... unfortunately I did burn that day because it was like 40 degrees outside... I swear. Elliot was such a sweetheart and did everything he could to help. He was glued to me the entire day... well hey, I can have more than one sight can't I?

So this is the outcome of my day on the field!!! Don't comment on my face cos I know I look like complete shit... but well focus on my shoulder. Since I wore a racerback and a bra... I had the bra line which is the thin line and then my racerback. It's really more drastic in person... on the picture it doesn't seem half as bad. But I didn't realise my back was even worse!!! So I'm going to have to do some serious tanning to even out my skintone... it's so fucking ugly.

I don't know random picture... of rubbish disposed in today's world. This was my global picnic at school... look how much rubbish we produce! It's quite shocking. Fun fact of the day ...

Anyway, today I went to Cecile's house to try and tan but there was no sun out today!! Well we just ate lunch and chilled. Maxime was there and I really couldn't stand the sight of him being there. I just want to get rid of him, he's such a nuisance. Honestly, as nice as he is; I'd rather have him as a friend knowing that I don't have to feel obliged to hold his hand or kiss him. He's really much too physical, always wanting to kiss me and hold me. I don't need it, knowing that he likes me is enough I don't need all the physical attention marking the fact that ''HELLO EVERYBODY WE ARE TOGETHER" as a sign above my head. Oh and he called me his girlfriend when I didn't even agree to what we were... that I don't really mind but still. He just regards me as ... his. Exclusively. BLAH. I'm on a maddening love rampage. So basically the whole time I was there I ignored him ... sort of. I didn't even make eye contact most of the time and I hung out with my friends because that's what I wanted to do. I tried to let him not hold me or anything... which at some points I really had to distract myself because I knew that he REALLY wanted to. He'd give me those long stares across the table... which I hate and would see out of the corner of my eye and just continue to talk. Well I know it's immature but it's really the only way to do it for now... before I tell him. But what do I say?!? It's not as easy... really.

And lastly, I did hair and make up for Chloe's SAS prom... and it's sooo nice. I'll post some pictures up later when I can bother. As for now, I'm getting hungry.

2008-04-02T20:28:00.002+08:00

Update:

Because not only am I happy that we have a prolonged weekend due to 'parent-teacher' conferences... but also pissed off/disappointed/melancholy/geeked out.
Seriously. I think this entry will encompass everything there is to know about my days so far... well not like it's that remotely interesting anyway but still. I just felt the need to do something about my blog.

BVLGARI fashion show - it was more about the accessories, namely the bags. Pretty cool, I'm convincing daddy dearest to go and get me my own Bulgari bag. Unlikely. Totally... but still it was pretty cool. Bakerzin food which I LOVE... paired with nice bags. A good mix I must say.
Some of the stuff though, were a bit repetitive and boring, well what can you exactly do with bags anyway?

The Runway for the Bulgari show... that bag she was holding that you probably can't see in this picture is actually REALLY nice.

What would fashion shows be without their hot male models? Unfortunately, I think that this show had a deficit of male models because there were only 2. Unlike in Salvatore Feraggamo's show there were like a gazillion male models and all of them were absolutely drool-worthy.
The other male model wasn't that hot. He looked like his name was 'Raul' or something haha.

Look how gorgeous the bags are! Along with the models carrying them. I'm so jealous of their long never-ending legs, perfect skin, perfect body. Whatever, not all of us get lucky in the gene pool I suppose. But hey, I think I'll get somewhere in life even if it doesn't mean that I'll be a model haha.

Then I went to Kris' farewell party or dinner rather. He held it in Fish&Co. It was alright... I wouldn't say it would be my favorite restaurant - at all in fact. I mean it's mediocre, very mediocre. But hey, it was on him and with good company I suppose all's good. Geez to think of all those memories with Kris... it goes a long way back.

Raissa and I... the usual when we have nothing to do but hey. This time we only took ONE picture. Not like we take a like a gazillion compared to some other people but still. Honestly, I think our tip was quite um, original too. That's what you get from International Students... currencies from all over the world. I gave my leftover Chinese Yuan, while Jerome gave Cambodian money and then there was the US dollar. Pretty cool I must say and watching the reactions on the waiters' faces was absolutely PRICELESS. It was totally WTF and they didn't know what to do with it. HAHAHA. Funny...

I suppose I decided to um, incorporate my recently finished art work into my entry because I'm actually quite proud of this one. It's from a print on linos... which is really hard to work with and I cut my fingers multiple times while trying to gouge the material out. If you think printing's easy - think again. I had to make at least like 10 copies to get a nice one that could actually qualify for this black and white piece. Well it's about 'globalization' and how cultures are getting erased due to the modernisation of things.

Yes, today I decided to put my old monitor to use. So now I have two 17" screens on my desk both functioning absolutely fantabulously. I'm still marvelling at the fact that I did this so late on... why not earlier? Because I didn't know it actually could do this till a couple of weeks ago! Haha so now I feel all geeked out...
Then, I found out that I can make surround sound with those two speakers there on the table and then my iPod dock which has fantabulous bass. It's so heavenly. Even my parents namely the daddy is jealous of my now techie desk. Yes I'm proud of this simple and extraordinary discovery believe it or not.

Prom's coming up this Saturday! I've finally got everything together - the dress, the shoes and the clutch. I feel so bad though, my outfit costs 1500+ and more with the hair and makeup done by Irene's Creation in Delfi Orchard.
But still, what can I say everything I bought is stunning! Even though my dress is black there's still a nice classic, wow factor in it. Then my shoes are silver... and so is my clutch. I LOVE MY CLUTCH! It's the one celebs in Hollywood are all crazy about by Lauren Merkin. SOOO nice... and I finally found a store who carries a very limited amount of her clutches here in Singapore. Yay me! Well pictures will be posted later I suppose. And I don't think I'm going to talk about Prom problems right now, cos it's just pissing me off. Whatever - I'm over it.

As for now, I'm just going to marvel at my double screen, surround sound computer system.

2008-03-30T02:34:00.002+08:00

Well there it is. I decided to do a mini renovation on my blog just for the hell of it.

Tell me what you think... because I don't know which looks better the old or new. Somehow I think the old picture just suited better but the new picture is... hmm more me?

I feel so narcissistic - but it IS my blog.

Ooh and what do you think of the new 'Hotties' section?!? I find it quite funny that I actually added that there. Well I swoon like a little marshmallow in high flame.

Too bad if you guys don't find them hot - cos I do. And sometimes my tastes can be quite... different. Well I have a 'typical' type of guy.

There are exceptions to the exceptions as per normal. But I do want to marry a black man. If he's white then he has to be Adam Levine-esque. Well OK no cos there can be no one like him most likely but well hey - high standards!

If you've noticed I've also put up new 'random quotes' cos I was getting bored of the old and I found some of them ... distasteful. I'm much better than that now - and it just doesn't seem to reflect my current situation.

I don't know what's happened to my eloquence when it comes to writing. It's vanished off to somewhere and I do miss it quite terribly. My vocabulary and ability to write has degraded. To the very core of the ground.

Just a quickie. Off with me.