RANTINGS
Posted by: moongoddess on: November 9, 2009
I know I haven’t been updating for more than just awhile, but I’ve been feeling emo for the past few days and if I were to blog on an emo day, it’d be an emo entry. And if I were to blog often while dwelling in emo-ness, my blog will turn into an emo blog. Then slowly people will wish death upon me like how I wished death upon emo people who blog emo entries and turned their blogs into emo blog.
I know that if I were to turn this blog emo, it’s gonna lose faithful readers. Then again, I guess by not updating, people will get sick of visiting as well. Hmm.. I chose the latter because.. it’s a better way to erm, lose readership. HAHAHA.
Anyway I’m no longer as emo, but instead filled with all the irritable feelings in the world.
I never had PMS, but I think I’m having PMS.
What the hell does PMS means anyway? Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome? Post-Menstrual-Syndrome?
I get so easily worked up lately that I raised my voice at a nice colleague the other day. (Then I apologized two seconds later. -_-)
I haven’t met Mr Smelly Lin for more than a week already because he doesn’t wanna meet me, and doesn’t allow me to go meet him.
I THINK HE’S HAVING AN AFFAIR.
He promised to come meet me tomorrow and BRING ME TO KENNY ROGERS TO EAT MACARONI CHEESE.
=D
And I’m writing it here in black and white so he can’t go back on his words.
In fact I already told him I’d break his crutches and stab him with it if he flies my plane again.
BAAAAAHHHHHHHH.
Nothing much happened for the past few weeks that I haven’t been updating anyway.
I have a draft of my family outing at East Coast, but I don’t think I’ll continue with that anymore. Maybe I’ll publish it uncompleted.
Then there was the Halloween party at my place. It wasn’t a FULL DRESS/FULL FACE party, and I wantED to write about it, but after seeing so many steady pom pi pi friends of mine, who have friends who will dress up and paint faces with them on Halloween, on Facebook, I decided not to put myself to shame, and thus not gonna write about it or even post the pictures at all.
Bah.
Wanted to catch a movie with Sister Chair the other day but he’s watched ALL the movies in the world already.
So angry with Smelly Lin cause he flew my plane again today.
FUCK THE WORLD!!!
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I need sex.
Cause intercourse releases endorphins.
And endorphins make people happy.
Bling Up My World
Posted by: moongoddess on: October 19, 2009
- In: On Goings
- 8 Comments
***Added new picture of Nano***
I think I went overboard on the amount of blings I have on all my gadgets.
Just today, I was toying with the thought of blinging up my Vaio but I deliberated. The reason why I’m feeling fickle is because of my past attempts at blinging up my laptops.
As you all know, I’ve had an Acer at the beginning of my poly days and an Asus towards the end. I blinged both of them, in attempt to spice up my boring school life ( tt’s just an excuse), and to beautify my gadgets. How was I to know that both of them would end up so.. fucked up? *shrugs*
Here’s example number one:
And here’s example number two:
Just so you know, it’s not my fault that the Acer turned out looking like… shit! It was my VIRGIN attempt at blinging up ANYTHING! I had to stick crystal by crystal; painstakingly squeeze glue each individual crystal, then paste them on to the laptop crystal by crystal! I never expected it to be so tough! And I over estimated my creativity juice, so I did it free handed with no blue print, or whatsoever, on how the end product would look like. I just.. went with the flow!
Bleah. Well if you were like me, who had no experience in doing stuffs like that, and you couldn’t be bothered to do some researches on it, chances are, you’d end up with end products not far from mine! So don’t blame me for monstrosity number one.
As for the Asus, again, it’s not my fault.
I ran out of diamante halfway through sticking them on. Then when I attempted to buy more diamante to continue with that piece of art, the shop I buy diamante from usually decided to stop selling diamante once and for all. Don’t say I didn’t try searching elsewhere, because I did! But even when I do find shops that sell diamante of the right shape and size, they won’t have the colour I wanted. Yes, THEY won’t have it. Seems like all shops decided to not sell me that colour so they hid it all.
I got tired of searching for it in the end so I left it half fucked.
And what do you know? When I stopped searching, I stumbled upon it. Not only was it the right shape and size, and of the same colour, it was CHEAPER than the ones I used to buy. But it was already too late, cause my laptop died on me after I watered it with Ice Tea. *shrugs*
I still haven’t thrown it out cause it’s one of the few expensive things I paid for myself, and I couldn’t bear to. =(
Anyway, enough of the sad, unsuccessful results!
I’ve had my share of chio end products!
Take a look at my camera!
In fact, I find it so chio, I regained confidence from the failed attempts and went on to blinging my MOM’s camera.
Which, for your information, is VERY CHIO TOO! =D
I couldn’t stop myself from beautifying my other gadgets because the two successful ones that turned out REAL CHIO!
So I continued pasting, and pasting, and pasting.
This is my Ex-handphone that I enhanced.
Didn’t do a good job, I know, but that didn’t stop me from blinging up every other gadgets of mine. Couldn’t turn back then; fallen too deep into the love I have for bling blings. X)
Here is my Nano:
The front of it is more colourful, and so are the sides. Front side was a little difficult as there’s the screen and the scroller (therefore uglier), whereas the sides consist of only two columns (thought super chio) thus I chose to show you the back instead because it looks nicest. =D
Here is my DS:
And here is my current phone:
You must be thinking:
“WHAT THE HELL?! ALL YOUR GADGETS LOOK LIKE SHIT! YOU, GADGETS DESTROYER!“
Ahhh, you must be a guy.
And if you think you’ve seen it all, you’re wrong!
Check out my external hard disk:
FULLY BLINGED on all four sides that are blingable.
I can’t believe I haven’t written this entry sooner! I’m so proud of all my blinged up loots!
Uh uh. THAT’S NOT ALL! =D
Now take a look at my thumb drive:
Hehehehe…
And just most recently, my mother got herself a new video camera, and that urge to bling something sprung out like nobody’s business. I attempted to stop myself, so I asked my Mom for permission to bling it up.
Come to think of it, I would have gone ahead with it even if she won’t let me do it. HAHA. Anyway, she said yes, so there.
END PRODUCT OF MOM’S VIDEO CAMERA:
I think I’m damn talented! =D
So there, all the blinged up properties residing at my place.
If I were to bling up my Vaio as well, the only gadget without blings would be the PSP. I don’t intend to bling the PSP because it’s gonna be a chore to play games on it from then on.
Which leaves me with one question:
Should I, or should I not bling up my laptop? =D
Reasons to be Thankful for Your Partner – 戀戀真言
Posted by: moongoddess on: October 15, 2009
Dear Smelly boyfriend,
I was surfing around on Facebook awhile ago and I decided to click on mindless quizzes to pass my time when I clicked on this one that says Reasons to be Thankful for Your Partner.
Well, to be exact, it’s not much of a quiz. Just some things jobless people would do when they have too much time on their hands! All you have to do is put accordingly from the most important reason to the least important reason that you are thankful for your partner, and then the computer will generate how much alike are you to your friends who had taken that quiz.
Anyway, I scanned through and clicked on a few and when I tried deciding which ones are the more important ones, I realized that I couldn’t decide!
Initially, I placed “You never feel alone” at the top of the list because I feel that now that I’m with you, I’m hardly alone anymore. You bring me to places I’ve never been to, and you never leave me out of your friends’ gatherings. I like the fact that you’re almost always with me. And even when you are not with me, physically, you’re still with me. =)
Then I clicked on “They love you for who you are” because I know myself more than anyone else. I know, physically, I’m not attractive. I’m skinny, I’m yellow, my nose is flat, my chest is flat, my butt is flat! And character wise? Pppffttt.. I curse like there’s no tomorrow, I wish people death almost every single day, I screw managers at work and send hateful emails to assholes, even though it was totally unnecessary. I’m lazy, and all… Well, you get my drift, but you still stood by me all these while. You love me despite my flaws.
You complete me. You’re everything that I’m not! I’m clever, you’re stupid. I don’t smoke, you smoke. I’m a good girl, you’re a thug. I don’t lie, you lie as a living. BAH! YOU GET ME. 
I was just randomly clicking and when I took time to read and consider each and every fact, I realized that they all make it to the top of my list.
I can always be myself around you, because you love me for who I am.
You always make me laugh with your silly ethics. And you have a way to twist myself around your little finger whenever I get mad at you. BAH.
Sometimes, little things you do can make me feel like the most fortunate girlfriend in the world! It’s the laptop you got for me because I wanted it. It’s the giving in to me because I wanted you to. It’s the staying with me because I needed you. It’s the ferrying me around because I’m lazy. I know you don’t say you love me every now and then, and I know action speaks louder than words. Well, I hear you loud and clear, because you make me feel loved.
I will never forget that once when we arranged to meet at City Plaza. When I was waiting for you, I messaged to complain that because you’re late, I became an ogle toy for assholes around the place. And when you arrived, you stormed up to me with your helmet in hand, demanding to know which asshole was making passes at me, and threatened to kill anyone in the 100 meter radius of me, who dared to even look my way.
Remember the time I let your jacket slipped into your rear wheel? How could you forget? =P I never felt any slight fear because I know you’ll direct me to safety; Because of the sense of security I have in you.
Even when we’re not talking about feeling physically secured, you still give me security in matters of heart because I know you’ll never cheat on me. =) I just know. (Except with Tristan *eyes roll*)
Sure we fight, but what was it compared to the good times we shared? Good times like when we’ll go to the Merlion Park, and you’ll get me chocolate ice cream without fail. Good times likes UFO-ing for Stitches! Good times like washing your bike together. Good times like me riding you on your bike, even for a few seconds. Good times like me trying to give you piggy back rides, and good times like everyday when we’re not fighting. =)
I share all my happiness and sadness with you. You’re like a confidant who will never abandon me. I complain, I cry, I laugh. You’re almost like a best friend. If what those kinda stupid friendship emails say are true “a good friend asks you for a drink, a best friend raids your fridge and makes a drink themselves“, then you must be one hell of a best friend!
And then as I read the last point about a partner being supportive, I thought about the message you sent me once, when I was crying over a stupid paper and telling you I wanted to give up. You tried talking me out of it and getting me to study, but I was so stubborn, I wouldn’t budge. That message that I still keep with me shows me how supportive you are of me. And you probably didn’t know that, but because of that message, I decided to put a LITTLE more effort into the non existent effort I had before in cramming for the test the next day.
Now you know, with all the reasons that I have to support the reasons that I am thankful for you, there’s not one in particular that I am most favour or one that is the least truthful.
Okok, I know. If I really have to choose, my least favourite would probably be the one about you completing me.
Nah. I was kidding.
I know the reasons I gave were a little absurd, but hey, you do complete me. =)
And now I wanna let you hear a song that I’ve always wanted you to hear because every sentence in it was something I’ve always wanted to tell you. It’s freaking late to let you hear this song now, and you probably already know.. but, well… =)
Love, Nice Smelling girlfriend.
Ashton Loves Me Afterall
Posted by: moongoddess on: October 12, 2009
- In: Ashton
- 2 Comments
For the benefit of those who truly believe that Ashton loves me no more, here is what Charlene Tan argues to say.
Ashton does love me, but he is just super guai lan. When the person in question asked if he loves the person, he will definitely reply no.
After getting tired of me showering more love on Claudia, Charlene Tan told me that Ashton loves me, while I argue that Ashton was the one who said he doesn’t love me himself. To prove her point, one day she asked Ashton, in front of me:
Charelen Tan: “Ashton do you love Yiyi?“
Ashton: “Yes“
Me: *suck thumb*
Anyway, of course I know Ashton loves me.
Last week when I was playing with the kids in my room, Claudia decided to go out into the living room, so she stood up, held my hand, and pulled me out. Since she still couldn’t balance herself quite yet, I followed her out as she pulled me along.
Ashton insisted that I stay in the room to play with him (SEE, he loves me and wants to keep me close. HEHEHEHE.), shouted after me to stay, but I told him that Claudia was pulling me and I couldn’t let go. He then ran out of the room to where Claudia and I were holding hands, pulled Claudia’s hand away from mine, passed it to my Mom at the dining table and pulled me back into the room.
Ahhh…
Here is a very cute picture of Ashton taken during Lantern Festival/Moon Cake Festival/Mid-Autumn Festival.
This is the best picture I took that day, using my phone.
Will upload the rest when I’m in the mood!
Loving Life
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.
~Woody Allen
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