There's Something About Series

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There's Something About,

SHOPPING WITH MUM

That makes you realize just from who you get you're ways of shopping from. And that you are sure that they got you're expenses, so you need not fork out money for what you need (mostly, want) to buy.

It gives you the ticklish feeling of knowing how lousy your mum shops, thus making you feel much better about how long you stay in a shop choosing shoes!

So ladies, if you cant get you're boyfriends to sit and wait while you choose shoes, GET YOUR MUM out NOW! :))

and if she takes too long choosing for herself, threaten to post a picture of her in my blog.

...which is what im doing now! :)

"There's Something About" Series

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There's Something About,

WORK

That no matter how much you might hate it, you know there are always perks (okay, or compelling needs and reasons) that makes you stay.

Because if there isn't, then you would have just quit already and run off to what is better or desirable to you!

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I have worked for a total of 24hrs for the past two days in the weekend, and despite the fact that i have really dreaded the long hours, i realize that somehow, i have to just suck it up, suck it in and make things look good.

However, it's not all bad definitely, because there are these things i can 'feast' on:

Most days i work, items are sold out or it get too depleted that no one has enough choices on what to purchase.

Yesterday was the official opening of Rickson's Kitchen and there were tons of Congratulatory stand sent to him from a lot of other companies and friends.

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And "there's something about" (no. 2) this flower that makes me go WOW:

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It's a good opening but a definitely bad closing because i felt worn down, so i couldn't shake off the shoving of the schedule made.
It kinda been made for nothing.

But then again, it's okay.
Let's hope scheduling will be better next time forth :)

Bye for now!
More on the There's Something About Series aites!
Nights!

Finally

I finally found the time!
Ever since school reopened, i can barely just sit and do a post, what with the uts, meetings, and more importantly the opening of Rickson's Kitchen in Simei - so that means WORK for me!
It is a good thing really, at least i have a source of income as the month-end comes forth, and that means more money in my account :)

And seeing the amount of hours i have been doing, i guess the income will be good.
The problem is keeping enough to have for play as most of the bucks goes to what me and shenath calls "donations" to telecom companies.
I'm really quite happy as my donations ought to be over in just a couple and a half month or so :)
Thank God!

So anyway, in school, nothing much has been happening except for school and the random skipping of classes.
Twice already in the semester i skipped classes (which is honestly still quite great) but because i enjoy my modules that's why i still feel a bit bumped that i have missed it.
I skipped due to lethargy and being unwell.
I just need to watch my health and all should be fine. Such a lousy health, i have.

Okay well earlier in my posts, i didnt really specify where i am working now.
Well, as per the above sentence, i let it out already :)



I'm working at Rickson's Kitchen as a counter staff which honestly is quite a tedious job and it takes a lot of getting use to. It is definitely a different environment from that at their branch in Thomson Plaza where i did my work training.
It's also a good way to kill time but as much as i like the thought of income flowing into my account, i kinda do dread to work such a long hours doing the selling over the counter.
But then again as Rickson said, "If you want to open your own business, you have to be prepared to stay in and about for the whole day in your shop. I have been standing for 15 years and i am still standing now."

It is a good motivation really, and he is right.
He is the type of a boss who achieved whatever he has now from all the sheer innovation and hardwork.
I guess somehow i need to adapt to that mode and who knows, i really might stop dreading long work hours.

So anyway, in Rickson's Kitchen, we sell peranakan kuehs, assorted kuehs, mr mango jellys, Portuguese egg tarts, shark's cartilage soup, yam paste etc :)
Those simple snacks really attract a lot of customers, and seeing from Rickson's rapport, he has already achieved many regulars, who are more happy to see that he has a permanent shop already instead of mere food roadshows.

It's not necessarily a hard job nor is it even relatively easy per se, so i really hope that i can get use to this work fast!

Lately, i have also attained something i really like. And usually i dont really go gugu-gaga over items but it's in one of my wishlist.
I guess if you really want it, and set you're mind to it, you will do whatever it takes to get it done! :)



And yes, i got my LG KS 360.
Though i really wanted to own the red version, they didn't have it.
But pink will do :) i do love the color too.
So naqiah, better get one soon! or u can settle for sidekick 2008 yeah? hehe
and Hanna, not that i didn't want to have the same color slider as yours, but it's cos i do love RED more. hee

A couple of days back, i met up with laura to do up my unlimited sms, so we have to fax in the copy of her ic and student card. See i got my line under her name, cos Starhub apparent counts my Maxmobile data plan as a mobile plan.

Stupid really. Nevertheless, everything's great :)

first day of school

This is the perfect example of my day, and i'm sure many other students too.
In RP, it was such an irritating day, due to the network being lagged.
BUT... thank Greatness for my Starhub broadband on mobile device, i managed to pull through... or so i thought!!
It totally failed on me too, eventually.
...all thanks to the school's VPN and the fact that my connection keeps switching from HSDPA to GPRS!

Had Business Process Modelling today.
It was one of those days that totally went wasted, like not coming was better.
That has been that thought in my head, the moment i got up today...
and the fact that both shenath and i forgotten that the class timing changes started with effect from today.


but liping was worst, she totally came for her monday module thinking that it's another day's timing...
poor girl, you should reduce on your watching of korean drama, not healthy...

and that goes to naqiah too, too much gossip girl isn't good for the brains.... trust me i know!
but hey, the episode we replayed just now... damn sweet right! :)
Go CHUCK + BLAIR!
(Chair, Clair, Buck - whatever name the couple earned themselves for the gossip girl fans)

Season three will be out 31st August 09, so to those who don't know yet, brace yourself for a non Derena (Dan + Serana) moments k. Got a few hints as to what might be going on for the next season.
You can of course do a research about it, or you can just keep checking over at my facebook's status for any news :)

Currently, CW is actually calling up for audition for the character of Bree Buckley.. :)
and... this character will have an affair with one of the boys! (source)

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Oh oh before i miss one out, Hannah's back from Manchester.

the nice babe got me a new hairband, just how she knew i like it!! hehe

thanks honey!

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Besides Gossip Girl, horror movies/stories were actually the hype in class.
...everything from the current horror film, Drag Me to Hell, and the upcoming The Haunting in Connecticut, to one of the oldest horror tale, The Blair Witch Project (documentary film).
I found out how shamelessly comical the boys in class pertaining horror movie... (nice one naqiah)

In class, BPM was a total bore, but N and me found some nice way to 'destress'











[Oh and today, Facebook was a saviour.... msn was down, and all other form of communication was down, except for hp anyway, but yeah Fb is life saver when msn was down. haha]

After i got back from school and the half failed attempt of getting some nap irritated me, i decide to head down to simei to see 'the kitchen'
... the finishing is really nice, the wood effect and the size of it.
though, i don't really like the location. i'm quite superstitious... hmmm

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before i miss this second out :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASVENDAR SINGH

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It felt as if in the form of any relationship or even friendship, when you are hurt is another story when the hurt they caused was actually greater than the hurt you caused.
Like it becomes another story when another type of person makes it sour, and not a third party or whatever.
It becomes another territory when you keep thinking you're betrayed when in fact, the betrayal wasn't even half of what they caused you before.

So how will the line be drawn?
No one knows.
...because 'lines' are drawn by people who are always subjective or inclined to an ideal or a belief, that not necessary mean the same to another. sort of dpdp (different people, different perspective)
how do you overcome them and still end up speaking the same language?

you just do. and if you don't ask yourself i you have had enough, and then move on.
find the equilibrium and regain momentum... 
either with the perpetrator, the victim, the partner, the friend, or actually just by yourself...



Take it as a karmic vendetta.
...yes, it does happen


and the question is, can you move on?

School is back in!

in about 8 hours, i would be up and about, dragging my butt off to the toilet
and then make sure i catch the bus on time, off passing bf's bus stop!

or

....i can very well skip the first day back to school, and sleep in till late
like how i have always done for the past one and a half week!

damn.. it'll take me another week to get back to waking up real early and not be so tired.
but then again, i always loved school

it help keeps my mind of the many things that might come to mind
...especially the last two weeks of mundane and major downs!

so welcome me RP, cos i need some new things from your daily problems to keep me sane!

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a night to forget, but cant

Last Wednesday - a night to forget.
Till now, i can't seem to do it. I can't forget, and i cant fully recall either.
That whatever memory of that night was thanks to my photographic mental ability.
...That i felt as if i was watching myself, that my soul was hovering around but not within my body
I can never explain what happened, and how what happened, happened at all.

I never thought i could actually let it happen to me, but know and trust this,
that despite the lacking evidence that i have been drugged, i know that this is not the usual "had too much to drink" conclusion.

It was Ladies' Night.

It was me and my boyfriend, we decided that it'll be us.
And that we said that we'll get wasted, and have fun.
Guess what? i did, but fun? not a long lived one.
Okay, i still cant find humor in it now despite the fact that somehow it is really one hell of an experience.






To steer to the story, let me from the time i was getting ready...

So they night was still young, i definitely wanted to look my best.
Not exactly tacky, but sexy enough :)
The plan was to meet by 8pm or so.
Eventually, we ended up meeting later, as usual... haha but it wasn't me who was late..
Anyway, my goal of looking good was fulfilled when he told me i looked sensational. Hehe

We traveled by bus and we reached Clarke Quay by roughly 930pm.
We deposited the wine bottle at kiosk and then made our way to ARENA, where we were supposedly going to go and party.
Managed to get in without the need to pay cover charge.
So males who wants to spend less on cover charge and more on booze, get an entry chop before 10pm aites!

We left the club as fast as we entered, and made our way to Gotham Penthouse, my usual club.
Thought it has been quite awhile since i saw it in full swing on the dance floor, nevertheless i remain loyal to it, coming in here and there to have a drink whenever it's possible.

Got Shenath in free as i was a member. The lady usher said i can still pull in 4 more guys if i wanted.
... and all the other's i knew already
... like on my birthday i can pull in 8 people for free and i can get 20% off a bottle and blah blah blah

Like at Arena, we did a small scan of the place to see that there were more people that day compared to the many other days that i always patronize the place at almost the same time... then we got out and headed to kiosk to commence with our alcohol consumption, starting with a Rosemount White Wine - 2 grades up from the normal Rosemount.
Got it from Bottles and Bottles located at B1 of Tampines 1.
i asked for fruity tasting white wine, and that has 'a kick' and yes i got it.






We stayed at the ellenborough market cafe kiosk for roughly 40 mins, gulping down as much of the wine in the fastest, most polite way, because Shenath's colleagues flocked us there.
I asked for a nice moment with the wine, but i didn't get it.
So much for wanting some small privacy before we commenced our night of getting wasted. sobs.

But at least we toasted on our 22nd Months of being together, and that we cheered on for many more years and months to come, as we always do, before the invasion of privacy happened.

I did my best to try to keep a straight, passive face or i'd really just get bitched up and asked to be alone.
Well, at least i didn't, else bf might get into trouble. haha
We are anyway, consuming a 'contraband item' from the kiosk. Lol

We headed down to Gotham.
Stayed there all through and chuck any club hopping.
So Shenath got a jug of whiskey and another one for free - yey for him i guess.






Later on Shenath got his colleague, Fahdly, to come after work.
Dance floor was really boring. No one was dancing anymore as the night grew.
Plus bf didn't want to leave the drinks alone so i guess i didn't go ahead to the dancefloor 'cause of that.



We were drinking and drinking, but slowly that is.






After awhile, Fadhly asked Shen to fetch him at the bridge.
So i was left alone for awhile, then i had to go to the ladies, so i told Victor, the bartender to watch my stuff just by the bar.
I passed by the Shenath and Fadhly when i was making my way to the toilet, and then later on realized that i was already going hazy.
I was just tipsy then.
But after the this, my vision was like that of the way how you would blink continuously.
The memory of the night was that of misty quality, mosaics that has been put together after a due time remembering everything.
I'm the type of drinker who has made it a habit to remember whatever was happening.

The rest of the whole night after i shaked hands with Fadhly for a official introduction, i told shenath i wanted to dance.
And then i 'poached' for a dance partner, when i knew Zara, her date and Ash won't be coming for awhile, and my bf and his friend are just by their drinks - boring! haha

Found this Malaysian Lady who was lingering the outskirt of the dancefloor.
Got her to dance with me, for only for awhile at first, but found her again later after i told bf i found someone to dance with. haha
Later on, i got a lot of other ladies and even guys to dance among each other.
By then i think Shenath and Fadhly has joined us, putting the drinks by the barricade of the dancefloor and the bar area.
I remembered 'floating' to the many group of ladies i made acquintance with.
I guess when i'm drunk i was generous with my compliments.
Oh then my ladies came after zirca and we danced the night through.

I have never seen Gotham in full swing over at the dance floor for a long time.
And i guess i was the cause of it that night.
But damn, this didn't last long.

By the time at around 1am+, i couldn't control myself anymore.
My soul seemed to have left me and the principles i have always held on to about staying sane despite the drunken state just completely vanished before my eyes - nasty.

I made a total mess at the Gotham toilet i loved so, with my puke.
Eventually it got scandalous when my ladies wasn't able to stay in because they were feeling squirmish with the amount of puke surging out of me.
So bf went inside the toilet, and then i think i threw up on him too.
Yeah i did, his shirt was gone... i was surprise he didnt join me to puke cos usually he's like me, i cant stand it when other people pukes in front of me.
After awhile, bf and my ladies where all trying to get me safe.
I keep screaming to 'take me home'


(found an explanation about the puking - wine and vodka will cause a reaction that will make you vomit and a bad hangover. but it don't say that wine and vodka will increase the rate of alcohol influence. so i still couldn't contradict the thought of being 'drugged')

Then later at a lounge i threw up again.
and i guess that was it. i didn't remember how we got out of the club, and all i knew was that i was walking past Tapas and then i collapsed at Hooters.
Later on after awhile, i heard a lot of other noises.
I was aware that the others called the ambulance. That i was being taken inside it and to the hospital.
I guess i was knocked out as i was sent to the hospital's A&E section.

Hours later i woke up puking.
Asking for nurse to help me. I knew i was asking for help cos i hate puking.
I hate the feeling and i hate the damn liquid gushing out of me and taking my life away with it.
I couldn't fall asleep after that cos i couldn't locate where shenath went to.
I was afraid that he has left me, that he continued with 'our' night, and that he didn't come or couldn't come to the hospital with me.
I was just half sobbing, half moaning and i wished that i could get out and find him.

Then i guess i fell asleep, then i felt someone touched me, and i sensed it was him.
Damn i felt so happy, like i was never happy before that.
I never felt so safe just to see him there.
He was telling me that he has been there for already 5 hours, just waiting at the waiting area.
And that the nurse has allowed him entry.






Then after awhile, even though i wanted him to be there, i told him to go home and don't wait, that i'll be fine cos i didn't want him to be there.
Didn't want him to see me like that, call it pride or humility, but i told him to go home.
But he didn't.
He didn't leave my side as soon as he found out that he could stay just there by me.
Later in the day he told me that 'i knew it was him who touched me even before i opened my eyes to see if it was.' awww 

I realized at that point that i was on drips, that i have been on drips, 'to wash out the alcohol'
So thank God for the drips
But then i was bleeding and my blood was rushing upwards slowly towards the drips.
After a bit, a nurse came to take it out. Tried to inject another one, but she gave up for some reason.

Later my doctor came, he was explaining to me what happened and what he did.
He said that he ran a random check if my blood was clear or it has any infection, but he didnt run any drug test on it because he thinks that i just had too much to drink.
Bf and i didn't think so though, we know i didn't drink that much too.
How all that night even happened, we didn't know, it was so weird, crazy, insane.
And he has seen me real drunk, and it wasn't to that extend and definitely not to that little amount of drink consumed.. so yeah still puzzling, but at least i was safe.

I told him to please help me wash out more of the alcohol and so i asked to be put on drips again.
He looked tortured actually.
He told me, i have such a small vein, he had a hard time inserting the needle.
wow for a small vein i sure did have sooo much blood
But he did it nevertheless, and then he was hitting my hands to get the veins to protrude, left one this time, cos the first insertion that ruined the drips with blood was already bruised up, adding to the second insertion that failed.

I think i slept for awhile.
And then breakfast came, and i hated it.
The milo was nasty! i couldn't eat anything actually.
Then maybe around 9am or so, i told the doctor i wanted to be discharged and so with the permission, i left.
Took cab back home and then had to face my parents...
bf told them i was admitted to the hospital you see.
yawns! so there he saw me getting nagged at, later saying that my parents a good tag team. haha

honestly, it was such an embarrassing night.
but i guess the biggest consolation ever was the fact that Shenath stayed through.
after hours of sleeping, i woke up and called him, to know he had already contacted my parents that he's coming over.
he brought for me chicken porridge and a nice cold bandung.
thanks honey, you're the best. love you

Oh and to nurul, sorry for your sleepless night.
Shenath just didn't know what to do, so he called you and whoever he thought needed to know! haha
well that's you, you're one of the 'blessed' one know. haha

And to those peeps who wished me well and all that, thank you.
this is still something i can't push aside.
i can't get over it actually...
but whatever it was, i know it's not the conclusion of too much to drink.

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Rickson's Kitchen

I got bored playing Love Saver, a mindjolt game, over at Facebook, so here i am!


I got back quite late today, with nothing really much going on but the job training i had over at Thomson Plaza.

(photos:www.freebirdsigns.com)

Yes, i got a job!


It is a good thing really, a change of concept, from the mundane years of doing the same grueling job in restaurants.
In the current job, i guess the change in the environment and bosses can actually be uplifting.


Changes can really create a better view of the not usual type of job i ever really thought i would end up doing.
Eventually, i guess i found an innovator of a boss, creative and one who knows that working needs to be a rewarding experience.
This is but all i shall say about my new boss, for there are definitely still more to know and to learn.
So far, all i know about the business is that, it is a family business, run by the son, where his parents aid the company and therefore could use the help of customer oriented employee (like me (:, even on a part-time basis) as he tries to expand his business.


I am quite amazed that despite the current economic downturns, the family business still continue to flourish and afford expansion over to the east.
When the bosses got to know i study business, they shared with me thoughts and experiences, and somehow even accepts some concept i thought could be feasible.


Honestly, from the moment i spoke to my new boss over the phone, the first thing i felt was good vibe, as what i told shenath.
So far, so good.


The only limitation? i can't speak nor understand chinese (mandarin)
However, i am willing to use my receptiveness to languages to learn; appropriate ways of the language that is needed for this work. 


If i may so be honest, i guess till now, i never really picked up mandarin was because i was too chicken to talk it.
I was shy, and so thanks to shenath (despite his sometimes disinterested mood to teach me sinhalese) i am learning to speak out other languages, according to my own accent and pronounciation! yey!


So far, i have learn to say the chinese term for the various items that are sold over at Thomson Plaza branch.
Anyway, i have yet to see the new place at Simei. I hope it'll be chic, i saw the layout of the counter, and i really do find it a nice 'shop'.


Okay, so i ain't fully revealing the place of my work.
Neither am i going to put to writing what the name of my work place or the environment of it.


Be patient. Soon it will be revealed :)
...and then all of you can come and visit!


I guess you can say that i am looking forward to working there.
It's eventually something i guess will work out, to at least help me support myself during my course of studies till i start looking for my first new full time job :)


Today, i thank the family for being so great to me (:

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(photo: wikimedia)

So yester night, war was waged and bullets had been shot.
Bullets of hate and of hurt came and go, flung at each others shield until eventually, my shield just got stronger, feeding from the bullets of hate.
I lay there unable to see a point to cease fire, i saw red and whatever color associates to madness.


And eventually, i knew and felt that nothing can make me release this anger - or so i thought...
I knew i knew wrong when with a mere "Love you loads sayan...." that damn shield dissolved, it fell into nothingness.


How cunning, my beloved, how cunning.


Eventually, whatever happened, happened.
Although somehow i do wonder if what i 'read' of him is true or a misled judgement due to anger and confusion.


In all, i guess love heals.
And it does take a little bit time to get over wounds.
That the scar my be there, but the feeling of hurt when acquiring the injury, can be gone and forgotten - appeased.
It's just a matter of how long you want to feel the pain of the injury.

The cycle of violence to the heart between lovers, friends, family, never stops
....and it does only when we cease fire and see which one is important, anger or love?

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i love you honey, my sweet, you are my everything.

get over it

(photo:boston.com)

Get Over -  a simple two word phrase but something that creates questions and doubts, and even hurt

when i said 'get over' i meant to say "to deal with successfully" or "putting an end to something", and not "to pass something over or travel across" - no brainer right.

so the implication of failing to get over something can bring a lot of unnecessary  blunder to your personal emotion, or worst, your relationship, friendship, courtship, or sister(-brother)hood.

sometimes, it's how we cannot get over that makes things horrid and downright terrible.
and most times, it's how we fail to see that we haven't got over something, that needs to be gotten over with.

yet, we deny it sometimes.
and it takes the partner, or the one you caused to hurt, to realize it from the way you talk and say things to them.
well it will definitely hurt.
it can cause harmful emotions to stir, until eventually, hate forms in the horizon.

the failure to fulfill the act of the phrase, get over, can bring about madness beyond repair, a breach of hope and even belief.
over and again, it'll be the cause of a cynical cycle that can cause so much turmoil.
so how do you break it?

(photo:punditdad.wordpress.com)

put up a white flag.

or simply, focus and really get over it.

of course, sometimes, after the war has been waged.

yet another love poem

a dedication to Shenath Thomas Dias

a random emotion brew suddenly
as i near to close my eyes,
i felt a longing too dear that it refused to shut;
i just had to write what i feel

you complete my desire
in a man i so long seek,
a person, a lover, a friend;
you can never know how much that means

you heal wounds
and gave me strength,
you complement what of me lacks;
indeed i must believe you're my soulmate

with the silver cord that lits brightly
that withstand tests of what love brings,
it's you and me;
let's hold on tight through it for real

i can't promise you wont hurt
i wont expect you not to hurt me,
indeed a vicious cycle;
yet we should fight never to fall apart

in all sense we are beautiful
together, whatever it takes;
you'll never be complete without me,
and so will i...

i love you
i adore you
i cherish you
you are, love.

sg national museum

supposedly to be out with aisyah, iqah and zaf - but eventually it's down to me and aisyah!
nevertheless, the day was filled with variety of activities as we decided to hop down to the national museum.

i am definitely all hyped up for my first ever visit to the new museum - last i recalled it wasn't at Stamford Road.

i remember that it was near padang area tho. oorrr maybe it was another museum
hmm don't mind my poor recollection of my primary school days... all i know was that yesterday was my first ever visit to the museum located at the Stamford Road




the moment we entered, we were unsure of how the whole museum thing go about....but we braved it
looked around like tourists and then found ourselves asking the receptionist pertaining a gallery of the costumier, Christian Lacroix,  that was on a huge poster, right by the reception.
me: can you tell me who is this Christian err - guy? (can't pronounce Lacroix)
receptionist: (knowing i cant pronounce) oh it's le kwa... le kwa.
then all three of us laughed out loud.

oh then we asked how much is the entry of the gallery.
she asked if we were students, and which school.
when we said Republic Poly, she straight away gave us pamphlets and told us that all the galleries in the museum is free as my school is a member.
so yey for being an RPian, in fact, yey for being a student too!

btw, there are two temporary galleries showcasing the works of Christian Lacroix and Verner Panton.
the former being a costumier and latter a interior designer.

i love love verner panton's works, and the principles he made use of to invade the limitation that separates the space within a room, it was marvelous i tell you.
it not only become a bold statement on how he made his designs of furniture and textiles and wall decor, but he created a whole new concept, born out of making use of differentiation.
(view his collection online at www.vernerpanton.com)
** however you may find the lacking in photos of verner panton's work cos aisyah's storage died down on us.

christian lacroix's works are impressive to me, the colors and the age of his design speaks to me like as if i was part of the age he tries to depict with his costumes.
fantastic use of colors and the gallery design was rather alluring. the playful contrast of red and black, and eventually the use of projectors on huge curtained wall was truly food for the eyes. however, i guess i wasn't much into the whole costume designing that it didnt ignite such excitement i felt in verner panton gallery.



okay so we didn't just spend the whole day at these two galleries. we went to ALL the galleries.
what was the nicest? of course the gallery of singapore history. a lot of artefacts and there was this 180 degrees tv device where we watched and learned about the different rulers of singapore.
it was great. and what was super about the gallery was that each gallery goer has given a Companion.






sucha a handsome and helpful piece of device. that enables the listener to playback or to skip boring parts of the 'tour'. the companion i say is a great help for both the museum and the gallery goer. it cuts the boredom of tour guides, talking on and on about ALL the things in the gallery.

but of course, in certain situations, a tour guide would have been helpful.






look at this:



thank goodness for technology.

left: hair dryer right:photo retoucher (think of it as photo editor)

again, thank goodness for technology...

the hairdryer might be tolerable, but the photo retoucher??? can't imagine how long will a few seconds of image editing will take on that thing.

and guess what i found out something i really dont know:
there was a sultanah of johore...




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Why?

Sometimes, we just can't stop hurting the ones we love.

But why do we do it?

Why are humans so inhumanely stupid pertaining this?

Where over and over again, we get hurt by those who swore loves us,
or we hurt those whom we love so much?

A vicious cycle in the department of love isn't it.
But one word, or phrase, of advise - don't fight the war evenly. if you get hurt, hurt them back... HARDER





But then again, when does the cycle stops?
It don't.