tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53547682012-02-10T18:53:43.687+08:00a girl, deeply in love with life, in a swirl of rainbows and sorrows, birth and destruction. "Life is like a box of chocolate" to Forrest Gump and "Life is like a plate of rojak" to me.giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.comBlogger3391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-17910968290094481452012-02-09T11:42:00.000+08:002012-02-10T01:11:36.147+08:00

There is just something oddly pleasing in receiving parcels, even if it's something you bought yourself. Having recently been on a personal movie binge (by my standards anyway), I bought some movies over the net and had it sent to my office. The parcel arrived yesterday. Bubble-wrapped tightly in a old electronics box. My neighbour J at work spotted the first two in the Matrix trilogy and was

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I was in the shower, where you know, the place you start letting in nonsensical thoughts or figuring out your place in the world or the purpose of being, while you worked suds into your hair. This post is a recent result from one of those sessions... undeniably narcissistic when aired all and sundry in a public blog, but I guess this is one of those times in my life for a little memory-marker.

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Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold, Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden starts to grieve, So dawn turns to day, Nothing gold can stay.

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"You don't BUY clothes - you BUY an identity!" In the realm of the ever distracting facebook, the likes and comments echoed in agreement with that person's status. For a moment there, it might sound incredibly beautiful and profound. It is pretty meaningful (and damning), I suppose... Let me just put on my Captain Serious hat and tell you how your dream about a rabbit hopping along the road

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I had been itching for a fish for a while, but never got around to it... until a friend gifted me one - tank, fish, filters and all - on my birthday. It is a crowntail betta; a red body with swabs of blue. He was rather quiet and subdued for a couple of days. I didn't realise that the bubble filter was too strong for the size of the tank, and the human equivalent of his situation is standing in

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He started, "It's just one of those Hollywood films that is, you know..." *slight pause* "... the sort that is a weak story that looks good?" I continued. He sighed. "Look, let me finish my sentence." Oh. Scratch 'continued' then. She added, "Yea, I want to listen to what he has to say." Yea, I got it the first time round. Double combo punch kinda hurts. I'm not entirely sure if it's my

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During lunch today, my colleagues and I were talking about models; ANTM, what defines beauty, why some stay and some goes, how gender affects their pay (except maybe for this gender bending model... Andrej Pejic perhaps.) and other really casual comments/observations etc.  Halfway into it, I was reminded of a doll-like model who was all the rage a couple of years back. Fashion designers and

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There used to be 3 of us walking to the office. Reduced to 2 and finally, 1. Things change; they always do. :)

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Someone from my office told me that I should write. Saying that I had a way with explaining things. The old reaction would be to puff up my chest and give myself a inward pat on the back, but the current me thinks instead, "He doesn't know me. He sees me as someone I'm not." I seem to disappoint people because I wasn't what they thought I was, and I don't like it. So I told him that I'm just

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Yes yes yes. Thanks, Ira Glass, for telling us what we forget.

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a new love found; the echelon effect: Handing Over to Summer The Nobility of Loneliness And another: Codes in the Clouds - Where Dirt Meets Water ----------------------------------------------------------- sometimes when things get tough, when you evoke immense frustration within the confines of affection, i go off on my own, to take a breather. you get hurt, you didn't

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-59327677942659753682011-09-09T10:55:00.001+08:002011-09-09T10:55:08.279+08:00

Of the hundreds of people that I've crossed paths with, only a few have met me.

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In the quiet of my room, my feelings tossed and turned. Stared at a blank page, trying to fill in words in a way that tried to explain my predicament best. And all I could see is a blank wall ahead of me. [So, quit trying to write it. Is it that important to have it all out? I don't know exactly why, but I want to. I want to capture what and how I felt before it fades with forgetfulness. I

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Ramble brambles at 12am.We spoke about personal universes, like how an awesome fanfiction writer felt that she couldn't create her own work because she does not have enough of her own personal universe to stand on. It just seem oddly profound. How would it be like, truly finding your footing in this world?  Oh, not about fitting in, but how you learn of yourself as a person. I'm finding it hard

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This 'blurp' was written quite some time back, and for the longest time, I felt I can't publish it because it needs to be more polished, and more researched upon. Unfortunately, knowing the speed that I digest things, it might never see the light of the day. Therefore, here it is with all its glorious flaws and abrupt jumps within and out of the topic. I have also realised that I've

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She has a way with words and said it so much better than I could ever have. (From 'The Compulsive Confessor'.)Hello, old friend.You and I don't exist in the same world anymore. The most we get is colliding our boundaries on a social networking site, and even then, your life is so distant, so far removed from mine that it's hard to believe that once we were in the same book, on the same page, even

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The problem with having a stand is that sometimes, you believe in it so much that you see yours through rose tinted glasses and then demonised the 'other'. Basically you cut off trying to understand your 'opponent' and choke off possible productive cooperation, preferring to instead have mud sling fights of "I'm right, you're wrong. I'm bigger, and you're smaller." I mean, that's probably the

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i was up since 6.50am on a sunday. hiked a hill with a friend for 3 hours. we had our breakfast over a warm cup of cocoa after, at my place. dropped her off and went grocery shopping with my mom. showered as i probably stink loads. cooked lunch for the family (fried rice!) and it turned out pretty decent. bathed my 3 pet dogs with my brother. showered. prepared dinner with my mom and bro. finish

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On the telly, the flames of a campfire reach out, pull back and cackle. No cuts. No drastic camera movements. No fancy mancy motion graphics to liven up the image. How long would it command your attention?Not for very long, I'd imagine.Now, onto a real campfire... the same thing. You're sitting on a rock, a log, and you watch.Only, it's so hard to get bored with it.The darkness envelopes us,

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For months, I've been salivating over the trip/treks in Yongo... saving for the day that I could go on either:- Xi'an, China- Bhapa, IndiaHere's the link: http://www.yongo.biz/frame.htm. I really like this operator because it's not one of those that herd us like cattles to factories (that paid the operators beforehand), selling things that could be easily obtained in BB Plaza or Jusco/Tesco. Plus

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-29474857069231913012011-06-08T00:28:00.001+08:002011-06-08T00:28:41.724+08:00

i'm shifting through the letters and photographs, frozen in time, so that at last, they could be handed over.it's a trip. really, it is. i do still remember her.. though i'm surprised to find that what i felt i couldn't forget, i did. one or two things, at least. such is time, and its erosion on memory... but looking at these letters brought the sadness afresh again. sometimes i still can't

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" People say you don't know what you've got till it's gone.Truth is... you knew what you had.You just never thought you'd lose it. "

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Writings/thoughts will never escape the confines of my draft, so I figured it's better to let it go meanwhile; traces of my thoughts in little blurps. Or sometimes I'm just writing things out, so that it's easier to see my thoughts, and to understand the thread that I'm on... ============================== http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2011/apr/07/internet-better-or-worse/?

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Take Jeremiah, were they treated nicely? No, they were treated badly.Elijah was called a hater of Israel. Centuries later he was honoured, buy not at that time. There were people was honoured at that time, but centuries later, they were called false prophets. How do you think history will judge you?That's up to.. It depends on who wins the battle.From http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCtYecGbQz8&NR

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for all the closeness we used to have -you were someone i knew and barely know now.time and time again, thinking about the past wrung my heart in agony... but when i spoke to you just now, it feels that the part i had for you is dead. 'dead' not in a heart wrenching way. it's in a way that it didn't recognise you anymore. but know this; i couldn't give you half of what you have given to me. for

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An attempt for a so-called daily journal.Or I just want to write this because I'd rather babble in writing, as opposed to having a victim to listen.     The past few weeks had been busier week than usual; my extended family and us decided to gift my grandma a slideshow on her life. Being the only artsy-fartsy one in the family, the task of compiling all the photographs into a nice little

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Critique of Liberalism Dr. Martin Luther King Jr Both the right and the left have attempted to claim Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for their own. Recently, Fox News host Glenn Beck held a rally entitled “Restoring America” at the Lincoln Memorial on the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream Speech.” Among those who attended was Dr. King’s niece, Alveda King, who

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i try not to do new year resolutions because once i declare my intentions, it would feel like the deed is done.so i'll keep mum.though, the reason i write now is because i am struck by how two projects that i halted at the start of 2010 are being resumed in the start of 2011. she died then, and in 3 weeks it will be full cycle of a year since. it is not fair to say that her death stilled me in

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-63388260802716688162010-12-02T23:43:00.001+08:002010-12-02T23:43:42.394+08:00

I just updated my FB status with 'Blasted short fingers!! =(", in reference to me, not being able to do a CheatOne bar-chord on my guitar.But I removed it, because I just got home from watching a steamy movie (Lust, Caution) at the office with my colleagues. People might misunderstand.

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-37694965619595912502010-07-05T02:12:00.001+08:002010-07-05T02:12:09.383+08:00

my roomie told me there's this memory competition; the first prize being rm3000. how about joining, she asks.i told her that i'd suck so much, that the organisers would demand rm3000 from me wtf. where am i again?

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Location: FacultyTime: Deadline time!What could one say when a ringing phone is picked up, and upon saying, "Hello?", the person on the other line says, "I want to submit."..?The only suitable reply is "Sure, all I need is the eternal ownership of your soul."

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it's a classic sunday... blue blue sunny skies; the sort that idly promises a great day, if you would turn off your sweat glands.then i back away from the window, plonked my ass down in front of my work area.because that's the punishment for procrastination of too many lazy evenings and weekends.a scattered workplace; drinking dices from maison, an emptied brand's essence bottle as a stationery

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-42510168070886045082008-12-24T01:04:00.005+08:002008-12-24T02:59:51.981+08:00

Slightly infected by Comic Fiesta :/. Started after watching Kidchan's videos, but her colouring skills is too amazing. I gave up in about 10 minutes into it XDTime taken: A couple of hours (in one sitting!!! -pat self on head wtf-)Tools: Photoshop and tabletEDIT:

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There's this saying; when you don't need something, you see it everywhere. And the moment you do... it becomes the elusive ones, akin to Atlantis wtf.Same analogy, different setting.The one time I actually (but secretly) look forward for graduation was the one time I was sent away wtf. I missed watching the students that I've tutored/taught graduating -____-;. Missed them stepping on the podium

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Have you been in the living room with a sleeping someone who dozed off with the telly's shows as their lullaby? The type who when you try changing the channel on the telly, and that person would just magically open his eyes wide, going, "Hey!! I'm watching that...!!" (...mutterings of inconsideration optional...) and you quickly revert back to the previous channel... only to be greeted by the

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Here's a nearly forgotten entry I've written a couple of months back.------------------------------Supergirl can't be undoneShe wears the 'S' to feel the strengthfor everyoneI want people to like me so much; so very much until I reduced myself to a little bundle of smiles. Nothing more. Conflicts? I back away so they will win. Me having flaws? Pffft, you won't see me breaking down in front of you

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-2417963124722138442008-11-07T22:46:00.001+08:002008-11-07T22:46:10.546+08:00

+''5r3e44r5ty7uijkkl;'[;jhygtfASDFGHJKL;'zXCVBNMAqvzxcvbnm,./'4/-++    nnnnn                    bv                        nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmhjyuilkjm]'/\ ]                   ++-+++    +---.... cleaning my keyboard wtf

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You know, in 40 years when I'm old and wrinkly and stuff.... I think I'll be a totally awesome as an old coot. Because even now I laugh madddddly at superbly corny jokes, while other people just feel gust of cold wind wtf.Like.... tennis players don't marry because love means nothing to them.I laughed till I nearly fell off my seat, can?!?? But my ex-colleague twitched when I told her that orz. I

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-33544968040617054152008-10-24T01:22:00.005+08:002008-10-24T10:20:19.228+08:00

The pencil sketch was a moody, pensive girl looking to the side at something unknown to us. She holds a dark, wire-entwined umbrella above her head, that was pouring rain unto her even though the skies were clear. Cats and dogs walking behind her, looking worried.And this is how it turned out when I redid it digitally:.....................orz ........Uh. YAR. I know. What the heck, right??? But

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-17549188864360445642008-09-18T00:41:00.005+08:002008-09-18T01:20:54.158+08:00

O, for the love of cheese crackers.... Gluttony has caught up to me (somewhere deep in my brain says: FINALLY!!!! and sends a tingle to my arm to slap forehead), in the form of a luscious muffin top and mesmerizing wobbly upper arms. Well, that happens, when you become more generous with snacks, coupled with the intense desire to NOT exercise.It didn't help either, that you're feeling under the

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My heart's not here right now. Apparently it has gone to rehab on some Swiss mountains for a piece of calm artery, and left behind its palpating shell of a heart.I've been driving up a hill, when my heart was still pounding and hasn't escaped yet. It was racing with adrenaline and the thrill of the effort. That little electricity that runs through your entire body, I was feeling it. The pinnacle

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-61725572807807442672008-09-13T01:20:00.001+08:002008-09-13T01:20:13.677+08:00

...because we're first-class beings. -pats self on head- Sin Chew Daily journalist Tan Hoon Cheng and  DAP leader Teresa Kok have been arrested under ISA.(RPK too ) I could comment... but not interested to be Captain Obvious wtf. STAY CALM! I know most of us are feeling raw emotions right now, but don't give any excuse to -them- that could be used against the cause for a better Malaysia From

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YOU GENIUS YOU!!!Someone graduated with first class honors and is among the top students in her school. I wonder who. -whistles innocently-Who is also about to moosey off to UK for her Masters. Very very soon. Like, in less than a week. And won't be back for a year or so. OMG, grown up ady leh! -wipes tear off eye-It's gonna be kinda surreal for me for a couple of months or so. Confusing, because

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-84749437174703282712008-09-09T06:55:00.002+08:002008-09-09T08:43:32.283+08:00

Ahmad did it again, told Chinese not be American JewsSep 8, 08 8:52pmPenang Umno leader Ahmad Ismail, the man at the centre of the 'racial slur' controversy, warned Chinese Malaysians not to mimic American Jews who not only seek to control the country's economy but also its political power.In an explosive 50-minute press conference, Ahmad who claimed time and again that he was not a racist, vowed

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Everytime you sweep unresolved issues under the carpet, meant to be forgotten... you forget that i'll forever be tripping over these lumps in life. This is my friggin' carpet!!! Stop adding lumps because I cannot remove it. But you can.  And I'm waiting for the day that I know will never come.Until then, I will never be truly happy. This is my premonition for myself.

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-24379569911728901722008-08-28T08:25:00.001+08:002008-08-28T08:25:51.096+08:00

... needs to do some rethinking desu.   Courtesy of Mr Longman who kindly created this in my computer while I was away. And left it there for everyone to see wtf.

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-86814320069868568842008-08-22T23:56:00.004+08:002008-08-23T00:54:33.585+08:00

Lee Chong Wei is getting a Datukship. Well, he won an Olympic silver medal for Malaysia. Made us proud (despite the final match being somewhat orz....). Datuk Lee Chong Wei? Awesome. Congratulations.Not Olympic medal ;___;I have utmost respect for athletes. Being a former volleyball player, I sort of understand the willpower, dedication and sacrifice needed to push yourself to the best you can

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-29447484046794695582008-08-20T23:41:00.009+08:002008-08-21T00:39:22.668+08:00

I was watching the badminton match between Chong Wei and Lin Dan. Was sitting in front of the telly feeling jittery and my dad kept commenting on how he WILL lose... wtf not the best time to tell me that when I'm hoping so much. I kept hoping Lin Dan will 'Ling Tan' (get zero) wtf.I don't like Lin Dan simply because he is damn cocky weh. But I guess it happens when you're that awesome in

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-75967546834043326052008-08-08T00:53:00.008+08:002008-08-08T23:25:52.023+08:00

... And we gather here today to mourn a loss. (we = only me wtf)I lost my darling SE W300i back in May in a mysterious, wtf way. Imagine this; I had it when I was in Bangsar LRT station... then it was gone by the time I reached Taman Bahagia station. It was nesting nicely in my bag, -within- another bag. It wasn't rush hour, so it wasn't packed at all. One jialat thing was that I had it in silent

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-71734544452223343422008-07-18T23:39:00.004+08:002008-07-19T00:21:43.011+08:00

A few days ago...."YOSH! I shall practice my painting skills!" - grim determination-What happened right after that;Grab tablet. Open up Photoshop. Draw nice nice. CRASH. Gianne = orz. Close program.Shrugs. Reopen Photoshop. Draw nice nice. CRASH. Gianne = orz. Close Program.Shrugs. Restarts computer. Reopen Photoshop. Draw. CRASH. Gianne = ....... WTF! Close Program.Rinse and repeat.Resorts to

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-70076124979593179252008-07-14T19:05:00.003+08:002008-07-14T19:19:03.551+08:00

I'm skipping breakfast and sleeping late. Here's the thing; I never skipped breakfast, unless if I:1) am held at gunpoint wtf, or,2) had no choice. I sleep late, but never to the point of not wanting to sleep at all. It's odd... This feeling of detachment from my body. I can't explain it; it's like I know it has to eat. I know chocolate bars are no substitute for a decent lunch/dinner. I

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-28513754023702042762008-07-14T03:08:00.006+08:002008-07-14T03:53:58.026+08:00

i love this song so much now, it's not even funny. i could hear it in my head all the time, e.g., when i wake up, when i'm eating, when i'm waiting for something, when i'm crossing the road... heck, even when i'm taking a piss wtf. If you were falling, then I would catch you.You need a light, I'd find a match.Cuz I love the way you say good morning.And you take me the way I am.If you are chilly,

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-25542561926744608042008-07-08T21:18:00.001+08:002008-07-08T21:22:53.727+08:00

My Gmail status is; Gianne thinks she did smthg embarassing today wtf orz. With that.....puiyee: ?? 8:21 PM me: hmm? oh so today right i was listening to my mp3 player then i had a tummy ache annd i walked past all the cubicles to go to the loo 8:22 PM puiyee: mmhmm me: when i got there, i took off my earphone and realised that my silent farts isnt silent now i cant remember if i farted

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-90519091631786056562008-07-04T19:12:00.001+08:002008-07-04T19:12:02.654+08:00

..... ARGGHHHHH!!! What's this cheap low-quality drama going on in my country's political world?!? Just when I was feeling, WAY TO GO BALASUBR------oh. Celaka!!! Or as Patrick Teoh would say... NIAMAH!!! So dodgy. So sketchy. Actually I'm really insulted......How dumb does the upper management think the citizens are??? Seriously, what a stupid move by them. Way to get yourself reelected,

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I'm so not used to having my computer right smack in the family hall.   Currently, it's placed strategically 1 metre away from the kitchen and laundry room, and 5 metres away from my housemate's room (whose door is perpetually opened) and the front door where housemates + random people happily passes through. Didn't chuck it into my rented room as there's no space. Honestly though, the lack of

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-88675622717440319532008-06-30T22:25:00.007+08:002008-07-01T02:57:31.933+08:00

It's funny how that a person could be someone in your circle for months without any sort of special feelings... and all it takes is just one moment, one incident to dislodge the ball down a hill whose end is uncertain. Rolling down a steep hill, you'd reach a certain points and hell, you don't know how you bloody got there. Because everything was upside down, then right-side up then upside down

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-32765068204608332622008-05-20T20:56:00.001+08:002008-05-20T20:56:58.472+08:00

"If the Death Note fell into my hands, I would use it to plot world domination, starting by assassinating of the Prime Minister of Malaysia in which all proceeds and child labor workers will be donated to the Derek Zoolander Center for Kids Who Can't Read Good. Yay for charity!"Do we really have a child labour problem, or am I just in denial...? Why do I feel slightly sensitive about this? WHY?

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-83250683561414228102008-05-16T21:09:00.005+08:002008-05-16T22:55:29.434+08:00

Songs that I could listen to over and over in an infinite loop;Go for a rideThe road opens wideNobody knowsThese trials and woesNow it's just me and the beesIn a cyclone of falling leaves- the softies,me and the bees Dance with me my old friendonce before we goLet's pretend this song won't endand we never have to go homeand we'll dance among the chandeliersAnd nothing matters when we're

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-69872599082862243842008-05-06T21:13:00.005+08:002008-05-06T21:25:29.679+08:00

Sat down in front of my computer yesterday and I think, okay, that's it; I'm finishing this once and all.And I did. I is prouds of meself. -pats self on head-Inspired by Ai Yazawa's Mikako and Miwako;(click here for bigger image ...brings you to my devART~)... previously appeared in a March '06 post and February '08. The delay is due to procrastination + getting stumped over technical

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-75960065945747571842008-05-02T01:47:00.005+08:002008-05-02T02:18:40.093+08:00

Guess who has a blog now?Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad!Besides mixed feelings for him (NOT of the romantic-kind), this amused me muchly.Best blog profile, can? Shot down by singular line. You bloggers with fancy words... can you beat that???============Quick doodle of the day; I really need to study figures more... can't keep drawing cut-away people all the time orz....(boobs supposed to go here wtf)..

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-14447239006594987972008-05-01T17:29:00.001+08:002008-05-01T17:29:51.341+08:00

When someone asks you something that is not for them to know... just answer them with an interpretive dance~~~~But this is not real life so I shall present to you.... interpretive words wtf. ====================The world is your accost and you're the sun.You feel their presence; by their movement, and they, by your warmth.... but the truth is? You and your endless circles will never bring you

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-47300559676292398792008-04-22T03:36:00.002+08:002008-04-22T03:48:07.163+08:00

..... for absolutely no reason at all, here's me starring as a camharlot;that's pants, not underwear okay.and for fun, this is me after a 40 minutes jog:... i wasn't called tomato in high school for nothing wtfthe end of camharlotness.==========================fuckage.i'm sick again.my nose is currently crying buckets. of mucus. wtf. (speaking of crying buckets, one time i had eyeliner on when i

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-55432497289240100572008-04-13T00:17:00.005+08:002008-04-13T01:05:48.932+08:00

You know what I do when I have cloudy rumbling thoughts and someone to forget? Let's just say that there's nothing like a good run to bounce them away into the dust. Felix tells me that the whole idea of running to feel better sounds like eating... only more strenuous and less fun. So why the sweat galore, the aching muscles and a face red enough to explode (and scare random people on the

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-12043140564005966712008-03-26T13:50:00.005+08:002008-03-28T00:53:36.422+08:00

this will be up till April 14th, so please scroll down for the latest entries ^^------------------------------Passionate about a cause?Want to make a difference in Southeast Asia?Want to meet other college students who share the same vision?Want to learn how to become a better service leader?JOIN SEALNet!WANTED: TEAM MEMBERS FOR SEALNet Summer ProjectsPROJECT DESCRIPTIONS(project dates, locations

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So Thursday was a holiday. And it goes downhill from now on.My newly friends-turned-lovebirds won't be up for a drink, another friend had to go buy some stuff for his new place and another is going for a birthday party. Then the fact that there's no one in my apartment today doesn't help either. So yes, if you fancy, do come and rob me; I'll give you cookies (filled with sedatives) and when you

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-38969791395668121202008-02-26T21:14:00.004+08:002008-02-26T22:13:31.235+08:00

The point where it began is nothing more than a dimming dot swimming in and out my mind. That disappears behind another memory just as I reach out for it.I can't remember the beginning of the loss. Enough raindrops has fallen to make way for a new ocean since. Enough lightning has raced across the skies, like a night scene of a highway of speeding cars. It seems as though it's been a quick moment

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--------------------------------------------------------------------Random corner :Khairy: My job to take on Opposition"Umno Youth number two Khairy Jamaluddin says it is his job to make life miserable for the Opposition."Distorted priorities, anyone? Honey, your job is to serve the country, the people... US. Not to do monkey business like this wtf.------------------------------------------------

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--------------------------------------------------------------------Random corner (I definitely need one...):[PSP game - Patapon] Listening to this makes my pumping heart tilt to the side and go, "SQUEEEEEEE!!!!" (in a bubbly gurgly blood-filled way wtf)-------------------------------------------------------------------- You know, usually I would draft up my blog entry in a notepad and edit

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-58159679636137278372008-02-15T22:52:00.006+08:002008-02-16T00:51:47.424+08:00

Pipit forum K.O challenge; the theme, futurism.[click thumbnail for whole image]3ds Max (for perspective help), Photoshop CS2 + tabletBeen a busy week at the office, and the dateline was on Valentine's day, and I actually shot past it by 3 hours. So... there's more to touch-up on. I forgot to put some elements in. TT__TTAs for the concept/story, I have one but I hope you would be able to tell me

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-71883749454126997842008-01-16T23:23:00.000+08:002008-02-05T23:00:48.463+08:00

Alright bloggie and people.The word you need to know here is photograph.With an 's'. And many 's'es if you will. Add a 'shit load' to it too.It's been piling up and staring at me indignantly for the months... with that inanimate object's fear that it will never surface when it's been specifically taken for this purpose. But still, their lazy bum of their owner would not budge, no matter how.They

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-49573669587651850332008-01-04T23:59:00.000+08:002008-01-05T00:26:15.694+08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR MY SNOOGUMS WOOGUMS HONEYBERRY STRAWBERRY FAIRY CAKES!!! YES, I MEAN YOU, WHO IS READING THIS!!!I will put up my resolution list soon. It's probably futile, but it'll be good to have a concrete list, so I can beat myself up at the end of this year.I'm such a horrible person. I have messages on Friendster wishing me and Superpoke-s on Facebook greeting me, but I haven't replied to

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-27451096550997225672007-12-22T11:00:00.000+08:002007-12-22T11:22:47.548+08:00

Usually on Fridays and Saturdays I have the whole apartment to myself. Sometimes Thursdays too. So one of those days I was just like brain-dead in front of my computer because I don't have my cousin to disturb.Then... ding dong!Cerita panjang, I jadikan pendek okey? (mesti tipu punya wtf)Basically it's these three people asking me if I've ever thought of the meaning of life. What's the reason why

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-599701908730435942007-12-18T21:23:00.000+08:002007-12-18T21:54:09.439+08:00

Got up at an ungodly hour on one lovely Sunday; 8am. Played two hours of badminton with Kezia, Seiji, TJ, Alex and Kez's siblings. Surprisingly... it was really really fun.Then for lunch we had McDs. Which somewhat beats the purpose. Next, was snooker. I kept missing the holes by 0.000001cm. Kez was amazing; she hit the ball right out of the table, like 329472385720 times (okay, only three

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-50783114680059960642007-12-10T23:20:00.000+08:002007-12-11T03:00:18.398+08:00

I don't know how some people are able to stay neutral in the face of what has happened. Then to add that the people in the peaceful walks are attention whore is just... -knocks head on wall-When the Nazis came for the communists,I remained silent;I was not a communist.When they locked up the social democrats,I remained silent;I was not a social democrat.When they came for the trade unionists,I

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-39300224924146355872007-12-07T11:36:00.000+08:002007-12-07T11:37:00.753+08:00

Why do you not steal? Because The Book says not to. Why do you not kill? The Book states that it is wrong to kill.   You should not steal because people worked hard for the things you have stolen. They earned it; you didn't. Satisfaction comes in earning it. Stealing only results in emptiness. You should not kill, not only because it's a human life, they are also someone's brother, sister, mother

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-85414858137088483742007-11-30T18:56:00.000+08:002007-11-30T20:23:02.049+08:00

Walking out to the balcony, I accosted the clothes hangers. Hangers that were swaying side-to-side like a hula dancer wannabe. With my arms resting on the balcony rail, the wind swept over my entire being. My shirt fluttered happily in response and my hair danced unobtrusively around my face.My heart and mind were put at ease.No lover can ever brush your cheeks and kiss your neck so gently.While

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-1181825104459573312007-11-11T17:14:00.001+08:002007-11-11T23:56:37.316+08:00

Tens of thousands of people walked the city peacefully yesterday.They walked to Istana Negara, handed over a memorandum to the King's Secretary and they dispersed.What's one day of traffic in exchange for people walking in support for your rights, for a better Malaysia, for a fair and free election? For a better future? I hope that no one will look at this incident and think that it's an Anwar

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-73831899505995677052007-11-05T02:03:00.001+08:002007-11-05T02:03:16.412+08:00

Let's just say there's this project that helps a minority, and at the same time, they are missionaries. And because I'm an idealistic twerp, I dislike the idea of assistance with underlying intentions. Personally I'm against the mere idea of it. But let's pull back the focus, much further away until I'm just a dot in your view; but the minority will benefit from it; shelter, food, skills,

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-73861790535585479942007-10-16T19:28:00.000+08:002007-10-16T20:25:36.993+08:00

A peaceful pond waiting for something; a fallen leaf, a stray pebble, a dehydrated frog... anything to disturb the stillness.Fresh oxygen into the water. Maybe these bubbles could revive a dead person from the bottom of the pond. Maybe she'll float to the surface and regain life again.It does cross my mind; questions of where did that spunky free-spirited girl disappeared to... and whether am I

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-53238993719790580492007-10-08T00:30:00.000+08:002007-10-08T01:14:15.458+08:00

Oh, why am I so lazy to blog these days? I used to be a happy hippo who ruins keyboard after keyboard due to my vigorous typing and heavy um... whatdyacalledahippohand. Tons of unedited pictures lay impatiently in my computer. Booing me. Damn them.Work is teaching me some values. Like, patience. It's kinda odd to have people looking at you for answers when in a way, I consider them as my peers.

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-33082954800882566962007-09-26T01:30:00.000+08:002007-09-26T12:36:09.447+08:00

Online shopping (well, surfing, more like...) hath taught me one important fact:..................I quote:Dress/Shirt/Blouse"Bust: 76cm""Bust: 72-80cm".... Tis a sin to possess boobs.Maybe it's just an Asian thing. (Asian girls having breasts?? Pffffttt!! An airplane could land on her chest and bloody skid off)Okay okay, I'm actually grudgingly referring to the girls who looks like they came out

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-44161901459621183022007-09-06T22:50:00.001+08:002007-09-06T22:50:43.931+08:00

     Step into my room and you'll be greeted by a mountain of things scattered across my room, like wild grass and flowers weaving in and out of a landscape. Odd pieces of paper pressed into submission by much heavier objects. Towers of books threatening to topple over and crush unsuspecting dust mites (or my overgrown rodent...). Little useless knick knacks that breathes a life from a forgotten

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-54987239103431428322007-08-21T23:31:00.000+08:002007-08-21T23:32:31.643+08:00

I'm helping someone to find a lovable family for these gorgeous furry big dogs. Preferably responsible dog-lovers! These rottweilers are 3 years old and 5 years old. Raised in a loving family, so they are very well-taken care of and healthy. Despite being rottweilers, they are very friendly. (That just makes them more adorable!!!) Honestly, I love rottweilers (and their paws!) and I'd adopt them

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-91043082086042156652007-08-21T14:54:00.001+08:002007-08-21T14:54:33.637+08:00

(Written weeks back)   How do you handle a place, a task that is familiar and yet unfamiliar? The same rules do not apply. The rules that I've learnt so diligently in the past has been pulled out from under me. From the ground my eyes sweeps my situation and realised that everything from the ceiling, walls and furnitures had turned against me, by undulating furiously before my eyes... rendering

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-6011566991890083542007-08-19T19:05:00.000+08:002007-08-19T19:06:00.138+08:00

[[Blog debts: Vietnam | Bangkok | MYC]]With all the dodgy politics these days, I stumbled upon a brilliant idea: Allow voters in political elections to cast a vote against a candidate. Voters would still have only one vote but each against vote would nullify a for vote. This system would give voters who are disenchanted with party politics, and perhaps unlikely to vote at all, at least the

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-81338686636017467192007-08-10T13:09:00.000+08:002007-08-10T13:13:22.601+08:00

♥♥♥Here goes a fresh round of missing the whole experience...(Video made by Peter from Localfilms.org)

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My computer is still dead. Photos will have to wait T_T      If anyone's wondering about me health-wise, I'm much much better now. It's unbelievable how low my immune defenses are... all those late nights (...more like early mornings...) and sleepless days due to assignment rushing had caught up on me in the past 2 months, whooping with joy for the hapless victim that is me. In the past weeks,

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     Bronchitis, bronchitis... I never knew the extent of your annoyance, (nor your existence, really...) until you have befallen me. As complained to Linh (a friend from Project Vietnam!), I think I've generated enough snot, phlegm and lung mucus to fill up a kiddie pool. For once, I'm not exaggerating. Dammit.      That's not even my biggest problem; I don't care if I cough up enough snot/

giannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15917115899252058581noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354768.post-37472392042185168332007-07-05T03:21:00.001+08:002007-07-05T03:21:35.135+08:00

Back in Malaysia since yesterday! Currently trying to heal from bronchitis, and meanwhile, here's an update! Rewind please! 17th June 2007   Paranoid about missing the bus, my very harried mom made us all go early. Tossed me, my dad, my luggage and dumplings (for my grandma) straight into the car... only to get out moments later because her car ain't working wtf. We reached Corus Hotel very early

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Yes, I'm still taking up oxygen space if you don't mind =DDDDD.Seven days later after MYC, I find myself on the  plane heading to Ho Chi Minh City. Even though I'm saying this as if I just happened to wander into the plane while sleepwalking, I assure you that it's a completely conscious decision. Despite being a total blurcase. Before that, I was in Singapore for a couple of days and I hung out

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My life is charmed.Unfortunately the wand wielder happens to be Wicked Witch of the East, orz.    When I left, ScreamyAss hath abandoned my house and a week later upon return, the runaway is still nowhere in sight. Then when it DID come back, there was a flurry of relieved sighs; from me dad who relies on the net for business, and me because I REALLY need to send an email and gotta check up on

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Still alive la! Back from MIRACLE AIESEC which was super duper fun!! So fun until no voice wtf. No internet at home :(

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Okay, so I've been hacking coughs ever since I got back from Bangkok, but...Me : Aiyah, feel so unwell.Dad: Why?Me : Erm, I'm sick?Dad: You are?Me : What, you didn't know?Dad: Nobody tells me anything in this house!!!Maybe I should had done a more theatrical cough. You know, LOUD with the flailing handkerchief, launching myself 3 meters backwards upon releasing a cough, fake blood, fainting

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Touchdown from Bangkok!!Waiting for pictures from PY before I blog abt it... but then again, it may just be a repeat of my last Singapore trip, where it took me 3 mths and took PY closer to strangling me hahahah!I haven't done a picture spam in a long long time so I can't wait, hohohoho!Bangkok, in a nutshell, was like climbing from the bottom of hell to the peak of heaven. In a more

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Guess what is done? Like so totally done?My assignment that's what!Hurrah! The end of absolutely appaling sleep patterns (if I slept at all)!Sometimes I feel happy with my animation, and the other I'm disappointed because it couldn't come out exactly the way I want it to. Lack of skills, orz.Let me do a William Hung moment: I have done my best and I have no regrets at all.And she bangs! She ban-.

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Chatting about one-shot backpacking trip through southeast asia someday. Because paying for multiple plane rides would make my wallet suffer severely from gastric.oh hippo said:but from thai, u can travel by bus to each country mahoh hippo said:so it's like just two plane ridesoh hippo said:and 5 countries kind of thingPsYchO pHilOsoPHer said:lolPsYchO pHilOsoPHer said:truePsYchO pHilOsoPHer said

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This holiday is going to be awesome on several levels.At first I can't decide whether it's hectic or exciting, but I think I'll settle with exciting, because I'm so looking forward to it.4 things.2 months.1 hippo dancing to the macarena========ONEA month or two ago, I was greeted with a very tantalising SMS (although it's probably the fifth time I received such a message...). The temptress is PY

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Even though the way I do things may seem unsavoury to others, it's my choice. I'm no mule who doesn't listen; I do. It's just that I have my own reasons, as much as you have yours. If I fall or fail, I will have myself to blame... and to learn from it. Despite your assumption that I did not think things thoroughly, I did. With homework to the boot. Sometimes I wish you could just trust my

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My hands are small I know, but they are not yours, they are my ownI was just looking at my hands today. My hands is like a crack in a fairytale version of a female. The cracking sound effect oso very loud wtf.They look really rough. Thinking about how I dislike them for looking masculine on a female and yet loving them for always being smaller than a guy's hand *insert warm mushy feeling*.Turning

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