Protected: What Am I Doing Here Moment (Password: My Birthday Month, all caps)

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The worth of it all.

So many asked what I did to receive the Rotary International Award and for that brief moment, I found it difficult to explain it to them because as quickly as the huge pile of work was loaded on me, it was as quickly that huge pile went away. And because it was so quick, I forgot or maybe I chose not to remember.

But see, give me about 10 seconds and I vividly remember all the extra work I’ve done but vaguely remember the emotions that went along with it. So, I went to read the blog entires, somewhere from late September to November ’09 and I was reminded of the emotional turmoil I had during those times.

So yeah, much that the award recognised the work I’ve done in NIE, it was more of recognising the emotional ups and downs for me.

Protected: I hate how some people who don’t deserve anything better get everything and for those of us who deserve so much more, get nothing. (password: the initials of my cats)

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It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

Kinda moved to….

I’m undecided.

Swooned.

I want the box. But I have the box.

I want what’s inside the box.

I want the the nails!

Look at the shade of blue, green, blue+green, cyan, whatever!

I am mesmerize.

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Post Entry: Just did a search on the colour of Tiffany’s. It’s called Tiffany Blue and it’s a protected colour trademark. Yeah. No kidding.

I can’t think of a title.

Funny how I almost forgot about this space. The avid blogger in me has ceased.

So 2010, huh? God, I hope it’s nothing like 2009. Getting injured was enough to kill my spirits for 4 months. I watched everything that I’ve worked for almost crumble into pieces because of my injury. And then, there was the unnecessary family counseling I had to go through. Dreadful, just dreadful.

Of course, 365 days are just too many a day to be filled with negative things. I did have nice memories like turning 5 with zee, OE camp, India, netball carnival etc etc.

What I want from here onwards… Eliminate worthless, welcome worthy. Too many times, I think about trivial things or people who don’t matter. I cannot afford to do that now. Long term plans shall make a pause till May when fate will show me where my life will go.

5 days before I came back, I started to think of the impending work that awaited me once I touched down. And since then, I haven’t really recuperate from the trip. I was out and about doing school stuffs the very next day, running around, fulfilling obligations. I am so overwhelmed with SLC. And I’m full of shit, literally. The purging just won’t stop. Fuck.

I’m sorry, pictures from India? Files are too big and I’m too lazy to edit. I used to LOVE photoshop. I love to edit the contrast, play with hues, make faces or bodies a little slimmer or the skin a little more flawless, add a little more blush, just fixing everything that is wrong in a picture. Now, the thought is just bleargh. Go facebook, everything’s there.

Oh, won’t you do me the favor, man,
Of a giving mind,
A polymorphing opinion here,
And your vague outline…

Call it off

Tegan and Sara, I absolutely love them.
Not because we share the same birthday (hehe!). Who am I kidding?! Of course, I love it that we share the same birthday!
But also their music is AWESOME. So simple, so honest and so unique their voices are.
Unfortunately, the first round of listening to their latest album did not blow me away. It sounded like their music is going mainstream and we all know that, when that happens, the change in their music style is unavoidable.
However, I’ll still support them just cause I know they’re great! And they’re one of the best looking lesbian artists I know.

My favourite song from them; Call It Off

Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at. Maybe you would have been something I’d be good at. But now we’ll never know. I won’t be sad but in case I go there, everyday. I’ll make myself feel bad. There’s a chance I’ll start to wonder if this was thing to do…

Enough said.

I miss Lucas Scott in One Tree Hill.

Bring him back, please (along with Peyton too).

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If you don’t already know.

Nothing wrong with that. Just thought you should know that none of that should be part of this thing we call, FRIENDSHIP.

I know, darling.

This picture is so amusing because it tells me so much of how we are.

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