Friday, October 31, 2008

very etremely long post.

Virgo Men - Liang's a Virgo and i do think the article is quite true

“Why, if a fish came to me, and told me he was going on a journey, I should say, ‘With what porpoise?’ ” “Don’t you mean ‘purpose’?” said Alice. “I mean what I say,” the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone.

We may as well get this out into the open right away. Don’t pin your hopes on a Virgo man if your heart is hungry for romantic dreams and fairy tales, or you’ll find yourself on a starvation diet. A love affair with a Virgo will dump a warm sentimentalist on the cold ground with a hard thud, and it can hurt.

This man lives almost entirely on a practical, material level, and he has little use for the abstractions of storybook romance. Of course, the whole problem may be academic anyway, since it will take no little effort to bring him any*where near the threshold of a man-woman relationship in the first place. He’s not the type to serenade you beneath your boudoir window. You’ll have a long, lonely wait on your moonlit balcony until he starts climbing the rose trellis (or the fire escape, if you live in a walk-up).

Actually, Virgos are deeply involved with love from earliest childhood, but not the Romeo-Juliet kind of love. His chief way of expressing the word is concerned with unselfish devotion to family, friends and those weaker or more disorganized than himself. He was born with an instinctive love of work, love of duty and discipline and devotion to the helpless. Even the unevolved Virgo, ,who doesn’t quite reach such heights, feels slightly guilty that he isn’t living up to a selfless ideal in some way.

The kind of love which displays itself in dramatic emo*tions, sentimental promises, tearful declarations and mushy affection, not only leaves a Virgo man cold, it can frighten him into catching the nearest bus or train out of town. (Planes are too fast and too expensive for him, unless he’s really desperate.) But he can be melted if the temperature is just right, even though he seems to be made of a com*bination of steel and ice. There are definitely ways to the Virgo heart. Secret ways. Aggressive pursuit is not one of them. Neither is coquetry nor sexuality, as many a flirta*tious vamp and slinky siren has learned, to her surprise and disappointment.

Virgos seek quality rather than quantity in romance. Since quality is at pretty much of a premium in any cate*gory, they have few real love affairs, and the few they do have are destined to be unlucky or sad in some way, more often than not. Virgo’s reaction to such a disappointment is normally to bury himself in the hardest work he can find, stay away from society in general, and be twice as cautious at the next opportunity. You can see that you’ll have to use considerable strategy and patience. The basic Virginian instinct is chastity, and he’s turned from it only for a good cause or for a mighty good woman. Many Virgos-though admittedly not all-can live with celibacy far more easily than any other Sun sign, just as they put up with rules of discipline they don’t understand, because obedience to fate without struggling comes naturally to them. If fate decrees a single life, Virgo is prepared to accept it without excess regret or emotional trauma, so there are lots of Virgo bachelors around-but still, in their quiet way, they can manage some very poetic, if fragile, love affairs.

Although he’s never obvious, Virgo can be a master of the art of subtle seduction. A couple of generations of women who have trembled inside when a certain French*man smiles his shy, gentle smile can tell you all about it. Maurice Chevalier didn’t become a legend because he has a singing voice like Caruso, you know. He may not be of my generation, but I too get butterflies in the heart region when I see or hear him.

The Virgo man is a blend of sharp intellect and solid earth. He can be detached enough to break lots of hearts with a cool kind of flirting, but his critical analytical sense and his fastidious discrimination seldom allow these fre*quent excursions to leave the platonic arena. It has to burn with a white heat to produce real passion in a Virgo. His modesty and selectivity alone prevent undue promiscuity. Of course, there may be an occasional fall into an earthy, physical experience, but such indiscretions are the exception, rather than the rule. The rule is aloof interest. I know pne Virgo man who accepted a part in one of those really raw “for adults only” films, but he did it strictly for the cash-he was flat broke at the time-and he still blushes when anyone mentions it. Naturally, a man is a man, and not all Virgo: remain technical virgins, but they do always emain puu in outlool-. There’s invariably something clean ind chaste about Virgo love, which is never allowed to become soiled–cven in the midst of passion- -no matter vhat unfortunate events may give the outward appearance pf casualties^.

He’ll take his own precious time about finding a love object, because he’s as critical and painstaking in the selec*tion of a woman as he is in his eating, grooming, health [and work habits. Don’t try to fool him or lie to him. Your jvirgo lover holds no illusions. He wants a decent, honest (and genuine relationship. He knows very well how small |his chances are of finding it, but it’s useless to expect him |to accept anything less. If circumstances ever do involve |him in a sordid affair, you can be certain he won’t remain |in its clutches for long.

| He is a difficult man to stir emotionally. He can go for |a long time without feeling any burning need for a perma-Inent mate. It’s enough to make you cry if you’ve set your | cap for him. You’ll wonder if he’s made of marble or if he |was born without a heart. No, he isn’t made of marble |and yes, he does have a heart. Be patient. To her who (waits comes eventual success.

| Now and then a curious, frustrated Virgo may try a | fling at deliberate promiscuous behavior, simply to see if |he’s lacking in masculinity. He’s not, of course, and as | soon as he discovers it, he seeks no more artificial expe-|riences to prove himself. No cool, clear and collected Virgo can be immune to the call of human nature fotever, but once he does succumb, hell be shy about admitting it. When he’s on the threshold of submission, he’ll cover his true feelings with elaborate casualness. There is more than a spark of subdued, but extremely refined acting talent in Virgo. He will pretend to be disinterested as cleverly as he pretends to be ill when he’s not enjoying himself at a party. Don’t expect him to respond with any great display of ecstatic surrender even after he’s committed, and while he’s still deciding if you’re really the one for whom he’ll forsake his single state, he’ll play it mighty cool, indeed.

Once he’s decided it’s for real, however, he’ll declare himself with touching simplicity. His love will burn with a steady flame, never fluctuating like the love of other Sun signs, and it will give warmth over the years with wonderful dependability. Is that so bad? The one quality of fairy tale romance about Virgo is that, if he’s genuinely in love, he will wait for years to claim his true mate, or travel over a thousand mountains to bring her home to his hearth. He’s capable of enormous sacrifice in the pursuit of that one dainty foot he’s discovered will fit the glass slipper. There’s no denying that the flame is strong, once it’s been kindled. It’s almost impossible to extinguish it. You’ll be as eternally adored as Cinderella herself. The trick, I suppose, is in the •original kindling. It’s a rare foot that fits his glass slipper. Virgo is enormously particular.

After you’ve caught him, hell seldom if ever invite your jealousy, and he’ll be determined to overcome any rough spots caused by financial problems, relatives or outside interference. He’ll show incredible strength through emo*tional and material hardships, as long as you remain by his side. You couldn’t ask for a more tender, gentle companion when your heart is broken for any reason by a cruel world or when you’re physically ill. He won’t shower you with money, but you’ll be well supplied with necessities, and he will shower you with consideration.

A Virgo man is invariably kindly and thoughtful about all those little things which matter to women. He has a crystal clear memory and probably won’t forget special dates, though he may be a bit mystified as to why you think they are so important. He won’t be wildly, passionately jealous, yet Virgo males are possessive in the extreme. This sounds like a fine line to draw, but it’s important. Even though he doesn’t throw emotional scenes of jealousy over the attentions other men pay you, his deeply rooted pos-sessiveness should warn you that a little freedom goes a long way. The wife of a Virgo who wanders too far away from the home fires too often may find herself without a husband to return to. Virgos are utterly loyal and they dislike destroying family ties intensely, but when their sense of decency has been finally outraged they won’t hesi*tate to make a cold, clean break in the divorce court. No messy, complicated trial separations for them. When it’s over, it’s over. Goodbye and good luck. Even the Virgo’s sharp, unusually excellent memory won’t cause him to cry sentimental tears over the past, simply because he’s able to discipline his memory as firmly as he does his emotions. Self-discipline is part of his very nature. The Virgo man with his mind made up moves on-and having moved on, all your tears and apologies are useless in getting him to change his mind. He’ll never fall victim to the illusion that gluing together the broken pieces will recreate perfection in what has once been seriously flawed.

If your heart is set on a Virgo man, you’d better brush up your thinking cap and wear it when he’s around. Virgos hate ignorance, stupidity and sloppy thinking almost as much as they hate dirt and vulgarity, and that’s a lot. The girl who snares the Virgo heart had better be smartly dressed with a sizable brain under her neat hair style-and you’ll notice I said neat hair style. Virgos look for women who are clean in body and mind, and who dress well, but not in flashy extremes of fashion.

You won’t have to be Julia Child, but for goodness sakes, don’t ever be naive enough to think a Virgo husband will let you feed him out of cans. A pleasure-seeking, selfish, mentally lazy woman will never make it with a Virgo male, even if she’s fairly oozing with sex appeal. This is the very last man in the world you can expect to find running off with a topless Go-Go girl, though he might loan her his sweater if she’s chilly. When it comes right down to the nitty gritty, he’s looking for a wife-not a mistress in any sense of the word.

Virgo men have no strong yearning for fatherhood, as a rule. Their particular kind of ego doesn’t seem to require children for emotional fulfillment, and Virgos tend to have small families. Yet, once a child or children have been born, the Virgo is an extremely conscientious parent, and will never take his responsibilities lightly. Hell spend many hours teaching his youngsters skills and transmitting hia own high standards of conduct. He’ll be cheerfully willing to help with homework and will probably make no end of sacrifices for hobbies, music lessons, camp and especially college. A Virgo father will place great emphasis on intel*lect and train his children rigidly in matters of ethics, courtesy and good citizenship. Even the divorced Virgo will eventually see to it somehow that his offspring are well ared for, wherever they may be, and that they get an edu-ation. Children of Virgo fathers usually grow up with both love and respect for books and learning. You’ll seldom find a Virgo”"parent spoiling a child, and there will always be plenty of necessary discipline. All this is fine, but there may be a need for more physical expressions of love be*tween a Virgo father and his youngsters, since affection is not something that comes naturally to him. Unless a serious effort is made in this area from babyhood on, there’s more than a small chance that he’ll one day discover an insur*mountable barrier has grown between him and the offspring he loves so deeply. There’s also a tendency to be too criti*cal, to expect too much too soon and be too strict.

A Virgo will expect you to fuss a bit over his health, but hell wait on you when you’re sick, too, and allow you to be a regular Camille. He may have his cranky and moody spells now and then, perhaps even frequently. But one thing is sure. If you leave him alone, he won’t go out of his way to start an argument with you. Just let him get over his grumpiness and he’ll surprise you with tenderness to make up for it. Let him worry. It’s good for him, sort of a Virgo mental exercise. But when you see it’s affecting his physical state, snap him out of it by suggesting something interesting or different to do. It isn’t hard to catch the mental attention of a Virgo, though it may be hard to keep it.

Now that you know what you’re in for, if you’re still in love with that Virgo man, you can look forward io a pretty contented future. You’ll have a husband who’s alert and well-informed, who won’t expect you to wait on him hand and foot or expect you to run around looking sexy all the time with a dab of perfume behind each ear and a rose in your teeth. (Although he may expect you to go around with a cake of soap in each hand.)

Hell be reliable and pleasant, if you’re tactful about his faults. He won’t have many of them anyway-unless you call the way he runs his finger across the furniture every night, looking for dust, a fault. Little habits like that. No matter what he does, try not to nag him. Remember, he’s not constituted to be able to take the critical analysis he applies to others. Get used to his habit of criticizing you, and laugh it off with the realization that he can’t help being such a sensitive hairsplitter. Once that resentment is out of the way, you can relax, and really enjoy your bright, loyal Virgo. He’s not an angel. There are no wings sprouting on his shoulders. But lots of wives will be jealous of you.

After all, how many women are married to a hard*working, handsome man who’s neat and tidy around the house, who remembers anniversaries and performs miracles with the checkbook? How many wives have a smart hus*band who dresses well, seldom goes out with the boys or makes passes at other women, and is usually gentle and considerate? Look closely again. Is that just the reflection of the street lights around his head, or could it be . . . ? No, it couldn’t possibly be a halo. Not after the way he snapped at you when you spilled the buttered popcorn in his lap at the theater tonight. Of course not. That cranky character? Still, there is a kind of an aura. And when he smiles-and you can see yourself in his clear eyes-well, he’ll do until someone with real wings comes along.

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Gemini Women - Imma gem and its quite true too.

Though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't reach. "The prettiest are always further!" she said at last,

with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off.

Have you always secretly thought Brigham Young had a sensational idea when he advocated several wives for one man? Do you inwardly envy the Eastern potentates with their harems? You needn't resign yourself to romantic Walter Mitty daydreams. Just marry a Gemini girl. That way, you'll be guaranteed at least two different wives, and on occasional weekends, as many as three or four.

Naturally, there's a small catch. The difference between a girl born under the sign of the twins and a harem is her apparent lack of interest in earthy passion. It's hard to get her to settle down long enough to take passion or anything else very seriously. Her mind is always traveling, and she keeps up a pretty good running commentary simultane*ously. But look a little deeper. Somewhere, hidden among the several women who make up one Gemini female, is a romantic one-one who is capable of intense passion, if you can manage to make the mental, spiritual and physical blending complete. How to develop her and still enjoy all the other women bottled up inside the Geminian person*ality may create a problem. I can tell you that one Gemini girl equals several women. But I'm afraid it's up to you to delve into the advanced algebra of sorting them out. Each individual case is different.

Her age will be an important clue to what you can expect, because until she matures, romance is only a game to her. She can be fickle and unpredictable to an incredible degree. First she'll be ecstatically carried away by your smile and your voice, even the way you walk. Then she'll reverse her ecstasy and criticize everything from your socks to your haircut, and she usually does it with such clever, sharp sarcasm, you may need iodine for your wounds. Now, don't let this put you out of the market for a Gemini woman. Remember you're getting at least two for one, and that's indisputably a bargain.

Mercury females aren't as heartless as they seem to be 'at times. Their active imaginations create many fantasies. Romance is the easiest way they can express them, and Geminis have at least twice as much to express as other women. A Gemini man can be a producer, a singer, a sailor, a lawyer, an actor, a salesman and the chairman of a few boards of directors all at once-and express himself ad infinitum. But a woman can't very well swing all that, or she would be considered a little freakish. Not that Mercury girls don't pursue careers. They do. Almost every last one of them. But under the existing conditions of society, a career still doesn't offer her as many opportunities as romance to try out her myriad theories and practice her emotional gymnastics.

The Gemini girl needs your pity, not your anger. It's painfully difficult for her to really commit herself to one person at a time. While she's being impressed with a man's mental abilities and his intelligent wit, another side of her is noticing his antipathy toward the arts or his lack of response to music and poetry. When she finds someone who's appropriately creative, who's at home at the ballet or in the literary world, the duality pops up again. Right in the middle of a stroll through the museum, her other self will begin to wonder if he's practical enough to make a living or if he has enough common sense to know where he's going. I trust you're beginning to have a more sympa*thetic understanding of the conflicts peculiar to those born in June.

Give her credit. Shell usually manage to keep her be*wilderment at her own complex character to herself, and not burden you with it. She's a lively and gay companion. Most of the time (when the mood is on the up-swing), she'll sparkle with a vivacious personality, amuse you with her clever, witty remarks, and converse intelligently about almost any subject under the sun. She enjoys all the senti*mental gestures of romance and has no trouble making conquests. No woman you've ever met will delight you with more imaginative ways of loving you and such appeal*ing charm. She can flutter her lashes with delicate femi*ninity, but she's not at all helpless when it comes to earning her own living. A Gemini woman can play the giddy party girl to perfection, flattering a helpless, trapped male right out of his mind and his bank book. But she can smoothly change into a demure and adoring housewife, from which she can quickly switch into a serious intellectual who studies the great philosophers and talks about politics or poetry brilliantly, then suddenly turn into a bundle of raw emotion, full of nerves, tears and fears. She's certainly not stuffy or monotonous.

If you think this is an exaggeration, remember the late Marilyn Monroe. Every man she ever knew, from Carl Sandburg to her hairdresser, saw her as a totally different person than the other men who thought they knew her, too. Place a photograph of her as the seductive love god*dess next to a picture of her wearing horn-rimmed glasses, a babushka and no make up, seriously intent on a lecture about Russian authors. Then add a third and fourth shot of her in a gingham apron, learning to bake a cheese soume for a husband whose athletic talents and warm, human qualities she worshiped-and walking sedately beside an*other husband whose intellectual abilities and literary talent she deeply respected and admired. Add two more photos. One showing her with a tear-stained face, full of longing, after losing her third baby-another shot of her in a bikini, gaily laughing with a handsome French movie star on the Riviera. These are not posed pictures. They were snapped when she wasn't even looking, let alone seeking publicity. It's a perfect example of the eye of the camera exposing all the women contained in one Gemini female, who suc*cessfully kept her multiple nature hidden behind the image she chose to project the most frequently.

Your Mercury-ruled girl longs to be "really, truly in love," but it keeps eluding her. She yearns for motherhood, but often that eludes her, too. She finds a different perfec*tion in each man she meets, as she restlessly searches for the one man who has all the qualities she needs for happiness.

You'll find her a great pal. The Mercury girl will go along with you on anything from scuba diving to speed racing-bicycling or badminton. She'll show an interest in all the outdoor sports, and still manage to look as soft and feminine as a powder puff, with a mind as fast as a whip. The Geminian sharp mentality will show clearly when her curiosity is excited by any new subject. Her Mercurial mind will let her see all the intricacies of your creative ideas, and she'll probably throw in a few promotional schemes of her own. As long as you don't demand con*sistency from her, she'll be completely fascinating.

It's only fair to warn you that this girl can sincerely believe she's in love, and find other men attractive at the same time. Unless she's near you all the time, she can forget you quicker than a woman born under any other Sun sign. It's her nature to accept change, even seek it. Until she leams to control her devoted courtship of con*stant activity, neglecting to cultivate patience and stability, the Gemini female can make quite a mess of her life- and yours. Fortunately for the men in love with them, most Geminian women settle down into a deeper understanding of their own natures before it's too late.

Once you've proposed to her and she's accepted, you can pity all those men who are doomed to a life of monogamy with just one woman. You'll have several wives when you marry your Gemini.

Wife Number One will be able to adjust to anything you require of her. If you require faithfulness, she can manage that, too, providing you're interesting enough to have won her real love. I refer to that blending of mental, spiritual and physical compatibility, with the physical part added last, like the paprika, after the other three are well mixed. This wife will never sulk if you take a new job out of town. With her ingenuity, taste and sense of color, she can make a new home look lovely with a light touch of her dainty, clever hand. Besides, she'll love the adventure, and there will be no nagging reproaches that you're gambling with future security. The excitement of new horizons inter*ests her more. She may have a surprisingly good head for business and she'll back all your original ideas. You can count on her to go to work if you need extra income, and she'll be pretty practical about how to spend it. Although she may give an outward impression of flightiness, she's not as nighty as she appears. She's a thinker, and a very clever one, underneath all the bright small talk.

Wife Number Two will be moody. You might just as well expect it. She'll have her satirical moments when she can be cynical and flippant, by turns. At the same time, she'll challenge you mentally. But a man needs to be stimu*lated, doesn't he? Go ahead, top her in an intellectual argument. (It's what she secretly wants anyway.) This wife won't be easily shocked by life or have any preconceived prejudices. She may decide to march in a protest parade or join a sit-in and forget to come home until midnight. What if you do have to join the fellows while she's out making a speech or going to night school to pick up a few extra credits? At least she probably won't hound you with • suspicious questions about who you were with, where you were, and what you were doing. Don't question her, either. You're on the honor system. So is she. This one is a highly independent individualist.

Wife Number Three will be bored and depressed with housekeeping routines. The beds will be unmade and the dishes will stand in the sink while she daydreams, reads or writes the outline for a play. She may serve you a can of beans for 'dinner without even bothering to open the can. But you can have the most soul-satisfying conversations with her into the wee, small hours. She'll sympathize with your frustrations at the way life has treated you. She'll satisfy both your emotional and your intellectual cravings, be curious about your opinion of Buddhism and excited about your attempts to write a song. In short, she's pretty good company. She'll be very affectionate, too, since you haven't bugged her about dusting and baking and all that nonsense. This wife may make a mess of the checkbook now and then. But if you suggest a sudden camping trip or a few days in Las Vegas, she'll enthusiastically pack her suitcase without a bunch of silly objections, like how it's going to affect the budget or who will feed the Siamese cat and what if the bathtub leaks while you're gone.

Wife Number Four will be a gay and laughing mother. She won't let the children restrict her, because she'll prob*ably have too many projects going constantly to smother them with over-protectiveness. They'll imitate her inde*pendence and benefit by it. If anyone asks her how much time she spends with them, she'll probably answer, "In our family, it's not a matter of how much time. It's a matter of how much love." And she'll be right. The children may not always obey her, because she's inclined to be emphatic one day, then melt and give in the next, but the youngsters will love their long talks with her. Her imagination will match theirs, and they'll amuse each other. She'll probably be a permissive mother, but she'll worry about scholastic averages, and she'll probably insist on good grades. They won't get by without doing their homework if she can help it, although they may get by without hanging up their clothes.

Wife Number Five will be a beautiful hostess, an expert at the whole candlelight, flowers and sterling silver routine. You can bring anyone, from your boss to the Governor home to dinner, and she'll be so gracious and charming, they'll never want to leave. Shell organize her life efficiently and effortlessly, dress like a fashion model and love the theater. You can take her to art galleries and concerts- she'll be right at home in any kind of society. Everyone will stare at you enviously and wonder who the glamorous woman is who hangs on your arm so sweetly. She'll be romantic and ultra-feminine, maybe even write you a poem for your birthday. You'll want to buy her velvet dressing gowns and expensive perfumes, because her gracious style will make you feel like a country squire. If you mention a trip to Europe, her eyes will sparkle. She's a sophisticate.

Well, there you are. I may have missed a few girls in your Gemini harem. Every husband in town will be green with envy when they see you with a different woman every day. If they ask you how you get away with it, play it cool. Polygamy is against the law, you know.

Your Gemini woman will never take a train when she can fly. She'll never be silent when she can speak. She'll never turn away when she can help. And she'll never walk when she can run. Her mind is full of so many thoughts and her heart is full of so many hopes, she may seem to need a computer to sort it all out. Or does she just need someone who can run beside her and toss dreams with her-from here to tomorrow? If you're that man, she doesn't dare look over her shoulder to see if you're near. Some deep, unexplained fear within her keeps her from ever looking back. When you finally match her speed, get her to slow down to your pace. You can do it, if you hold her hand tightly and never let it go. Though Mercurial north winds drive her on, secretly she may long to rest awhile more than you know. Do hurry and try to reach her. She needs you.

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note: Do comment, for those who read think it applies to me or Liang...

source - taken from www.sgclub.com. credits to Leonard. ==)

A lil something for everyone around me,be it family or friends ==D

A lil something i came up with during lecture ==D
I know my drawing isn't the best, but its the thought that counts right ==P

note : inspirations from pacman? ==P





note " was supposed to be a cloud, but after drawing the "mouth" for the cloud it turned out like a nose for an elephant, so yeah...haha...oh and the last word in the pic says "angry"





note : if you look closely the eyes and mouth are "ears too".... to emphasize on being all ears ==D




That's it for now....a good student has got to pay attention no?? hehe....
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!! haha...
I'll be here, or around, or somewhere..... if i am needed....

Specially dedicated to my 2 jie (who just celebrated her 24th birthday) and my beloved "ohma" (mom, who is gonna have her birthday soon).....though i don't think they read my blog ==D

save me.... hahah!

a blog is a blog. how can it not have the pictures of the blogger itself in it? ==D
anyway at work last week, everybody in my division room was sick. there are 5 in a room, 3 are sneezing and coughing non stop, leaving only me and Mclean trying to breathe clean air.
so the next day he brought masks! ahhaha... just so the sick people would keep the germs from spreading, the not sick people would keep away from the germs.
its been a very long while since i've taken pics of myself so....

[pic]

[less close up pic]

[i did something pic]

[hair down pic]
i think i like my hair down ==D


now let me show you how my table looks like. haha! it is, what they call a work station.

my fav corner of my whole work station... i have my baby bottle and of course, pics! hehe!
i cut recycle paper into smaller sizes so i can write out my task jobs for the day and i just stick it down my keyboard for it to stand...


my cpu with the very many things on it.... tho half of it is Miky's. he just put things there to make it look, less empty. hahaha...


my cant-live-without lotion. and the bunny key chain Miky gave me cause he stepped on my foot...
my work station from a further view. i brought the turtle from my car to accompany me in work. i needed something to hug okay!! when im angry, frustated, sad or stressed.


back view.

Miky. trying to do something really wrong with my turtle.

this is everybody else. wearing their face mask.
we got bored and drew our masks. hahaha!
left to right, we got me, mclean, lipyong, tzerand Miky on top...
i drew a joker smile but i don think its obvius enough...
left to right we got Joker, nose bleed guy, rotten bleeding teeth guy, act cute pig and mickey mouse on top.

more pics of me.
just testing...
trying to see if people can recognise if im smiling, sukling or something else under the mask.

or some other facial expressions, whatever hahahaha....


and another pic of me.
another day at work.
p/s: sorry cubby dear, my room really all guys im the only girl.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

爱上, 以及好怀念的一首歌

怀念 - 蔡依林





关起满室不足的氧气
点着烟蒂回味你的呼吸
搜索脑里未完的龃龉
对着空气还击着你的问题
推辞每次真实的相聚
困着自己渴望着你的消息
沾沾自喜拒绝的魅力
不着痕迹享受着与你的距离
也许喜欢怀念你多于看见你
我也许喜欢想象你多于得到你
我关起满室不足的氧气
点着烟蒂回味你的呼吸
怀念 / Hoài Niệm lyrics on
http://music.yeucahat.com/song/Chinese-French/15378-Hoai-Niem~Thai-Y-Lam.html

散落一地断续的谜语
对着空气还击着你的问题
推辞每次真实的相聚
困着自己渴望着你的消息
翻来覆去甜蜜的话语
故作神秘延续着你的好奇
也许喜欢怀念你多于看见你
我也许喜欢想象你不需要抱着你
啊~~~啊~~~
也许喜欢怀念你多于看见你
我也许喜欢想象你受不了真一起啊~




这是我第一次,使用普通话 (our original language ==P) 写post....又没有中文之星, 需要使用 online language translator, 一个一个字翻译, 写得很困难 (couldn't get xin ku ==S bitter doesn't translate to ku..... )
但是, 我 can do it !!!! 因为我最强 ==P !!!!!

if i were a boy....



if i were a boy...
maybe i could understand...
how it feels like how you feelin...
maybe i could.....
if you were a girl...
maybe you vould understand...
how it feels like how im feelin...
*fades out*

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I SUCK!!!!

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO SELF CONFIDENCE.
SELF ESTEEM. HOPES. GOALS. LUCK. OPTIMISM.
THE BRIGHT SIDE IN LIFE. BELIEFS.
YADA YADA YADA I DONT SEE ANY OF IT!!
everybody hates me. cant i just run away.....?

i want the proud. thick faced. happy. tough.
nothing-can-stop-me. who-the-hell-are-you-to-speak.
i-dont-care-what-people-think.
im-on-top-of-the-world. hate-me-f-u-i-dont-care.
i-rock-you-suck. attitude back....


at least im not drowned in depression......


SCREW THE DAMN THING SCREW EVERYTHING AROUND ME!!
im turning sadness into anger im done mourning!!





stop picking on me................ please...?
i need to breathe...
if only i could escape...
i need a shelter....



i cant even handle puny lil things like this. i suck i suck I SUCK
im the worst person in the world!


take these thought away from me!
does anyone have comforting words for me...?
you could lie if you want...
at least i feel better...
somebody's talking back...



help... *cries*
its the only thing i know how to do now...

Monday, October 27, 2008

ATTENTION!!!!!!!!

All you Malaysians....and people from other country of course ==P...listen up, if all you listen to is Chinese and English songs you missed out on lots of nice Korean songs....and if you have not heard of Younha, have not even take in a single word from her song, have not even feast your ears on the sound waves she produces then YOU MISSED OUT, BIG TIME!!!!!!

Although she's petite her vocals are POWER-FULL!!!!!! Her upbeat songs makes your lips curl upwards unconciously while the catchy beat makes you wanna sing along...her slower soulful songs eases your whole body and mind with an extra tingle in your heart....
So, WATCH the vids below and be blessed by a voice that no angels can rival, music that can only be the envy of goddesses.....


These are the faster ones...










A few of the slow ones...The first one is jap though....YES, she knows japanese too









There is still a lot from one of her albums that i cannot seem to find in youtube....there are plenty of good songs in it...oh well, this is all i can give you guys for now....

PS : she is also the one who featured in one of Epik High's songs named Umbrella.....she also collaborated with them in quite a few performance, sang and rapped with them in the song "love love love" !!!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Strong like water....

Become strong like water...

Why?
Cause there’s nothing stronger than water, can you cut water?

You might say...
You can just freeze it, right?
Right, but it will become hard after that.

But ice cubes can be smashed.
They will become water again after they melt.


Then again, water will evaporate when exposed to heat.
But they will come back down as rain.

Mr. Mosquito is back!!!!

For those of you who are wondering who this is, its Kim Jong Gook one of my favourite korean artists. He got his nickname mosquito from his voice, it's kinda weird but in a unique nice way, lol at least i like it. His songs are more to the ballad, slow romantic heart warming kind. Recently,he came out from military service, and has released a new album!!!!


His 5th album cover....



A bonus pic of him and Eun Hye....in a gameshow called x-man....
It's really nice and funny to see them together if you are interested just type "x-man" with their names in it on youtube and there will be lots of videos on them....


Here is one of his new songs....




If you liked it and want to download it here's the link....
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LPHEHGCM

If you want the whole album ask me and I'll give you the link.....

things i'd do...


i drew smiley faces on the bottom of my toes and stare at them.
just so i get to see them smiling back at me when i needed the company...

Friday, October 24, 2008

Aslyn - That's When I Love You



When you have to look away

When you dont have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way
To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly
And when your mad cuz you lost a game
Forget Im waiting in the rain
Baby i love you,
I love you anyway

Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
WhenI love you no matter what

So when you turn to hide your eyes
Cause the movie it made you cry
Thats when I love you
I love you a little more each time
And when you cant quite match your clothes
Or when you laugh at your own jokes
Thats when I love you
I love you, more than youll know
And when you forget that we had a date
Or that look that you get when you show up late
Baby I love you, I love you anyway

Heres my promise made tonight
You can count "on" me for life
Thats when i love you
When nothing you do can change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what

Thats when I love you
When nothing baby
Nothing you do could change my mind
The more I learn, The more I love
The more my heart cant get enough
Thats when I love you,
When I love you no matter what
No matter what

Heard the song from Jing Ling's blog so credit to her....

*hugs* sorry for everything that happened dear...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

i've learned a lot...

this is a really long post you can choose not to read if you want. haha!

a while ago i was free-er at work. i get to go home earli-er. and i thought i've gone pass that stage. but nope. the workload came pouring down on me the whole week this week. not really pouring. when i look at the workload of my colleagues, i have nothing to complain about. nothing but to brush up myself, on being more alert, more detailed, less careless. in short, more competent.

i've learnt alot of things lately at work. i've learned how do working adults think. im no longer a teen and i shouldnt be acting like one anymore. whether if im still going for my degree or not, im not student right now. now i know how people think, how they manage things. cause everybody around me spends almost half of their hours in a day at work. the rest of the hours? people dont need to eat and sleep ar? so i was thinkin to myself. 'they have no life'. i was brought up by my dad to think in a way that says, 'money isnt that important, as long as your happy.' and working for long hrs isnt anything happy-ing. dad tells me stuff like how to manage time, manage life and all. then i look at my collegues, they don look like they have a life.
Joan has 2 kids. the only person working there with kids. she told me if i wanna work in this industry i have to be commited to my work in order to be successful. people lose their relationships by working there simply because of the lack of ability to control time. less time spent with their family and of course, relationships.
May lost her bf of 6 yrs after she started working here ==(
they told me im still young, and that my thinking will change in time.
then i look at those who are married. one has a workaholic husband too, so she has no problems for that. the other goes home before 7. unless there are meetings and all. she's a manager she might have less wrk i assume? nop. she can get things done fast and leave. i need to have better time management. they do have a life. its the way they live it.

i've learned a word called responsibility. there are certain things that you don feel like doing but you have to do. certain tasks certain jobs. its either i let it pile up and become a burden or pretend that i like it, i treat it as something else and whistle it away while i work (its a metaphore i know i cant whistle). you have to love the job that your doing. either to develope love towards the job or suffer. or of course you can change a new job, but you spend so many yrs, so much money on this course for a diploma or a degree, there's nothing else that you can do but to work in this circle of industry. of course you like the subject thats why you took the course but the thing is, even if you like to write, doesnt mean you'll like to write what your writing at work. or what tasks you get at work. you're a writer but they might ask u to not just write, but to know how to take calls, talk to clients, conduct interviews. just cause the writers in the company has better command of english, they dont just write even if they are expected to just write. not like a nerd that only knows how to write. you have to be flexible. not saying i hate my job or that i hate what i do at work, its just, sometimes you get other things unexpected. and you have this responsibility to get it done. it doesnt mean that 'hey im just here to write, i didnt apply here to do this. if i were to d something else, i quit'. thats bullshit. sometimes your responsibility covers more that what you expect. give up and you give your career up.

i've learned that when you see an opportunity, you have to go grab it no matter what. people say, haiya leave it to fate lah, if fate arranges me with this job then i will work lo. what if fate doesnt? do you sit down and wait for it to come to you? if you want it you have to go and grab it yourself. not wait for something else to decide for you. you are your own fate. you decide your own fate. cause how do you defene fate? even if fate arranged to have the letter of somebody of the neighbouring road, for the postman to accidentally drop at your letterbox, there are 3 things that might happen. you might notice the company logo on the letter and say 'hey! why didnt i think of applying for a job in this company?' or, you might just take it as the postman doing a lousy job by putting somebody else's letter in your letter box and ignore it. or you might take the effort to go to the neighbouring road to give the person back his letter and strike up a topic and realise he's actually the employer of some company. fate gave you a hint and it doesnt mean you'll realise or appreciate it. whats the use of having fate? if you want it to happen to you, take the effort to look for more companies. nothing will happen if you sit there and leave things to fate. if there's a 1mm hole in the wall with a strain of light comin out from it, its either you start digging your way out of the dark or, you cud just sit there and wait for the hole to get bigger. leave it to fate and you throw away opportunities.

i've learned a thing called patience. because im new, my collegue is suppose to guide me on how to get task written and done. she has been amending my copies, looking through it, making sure that its ok before giving it to the client or posting up the client's company website. i admit. im a slow learner. but it doesnt mean i don wanna learn. i learn fast but i forget things and for so many times i've missed out so many things. i've been so careless i have nobody else to blame but to blame myself. the other day she stayed back til really late at night just to wait for me to finish it so she can look through. if i get it wrong again she has to make sure i amend it and look through again. the deadline is...? on the day itself. its a day i cried at work. everything is so stressful around me. she kept telling me 'its okay.. u go do ur amendments first don worry about me'. and that stressed me out even more. its worse than meeting deadlines. cause when you meet deadlines u know how much time you have left. this...? the time you have left is actually ticking from zero towards negative numbers.

i learned about stress. i'm a person without patience. i get annoyed easily and that stresses myself even more. when somebody who cant sing, and dont know the lyrics, but still wanna sing, and sings a beat slower just to repeat the lyrics heard from the music, you hear it, for hours, everyday, and you cant do a thing. cause you sing too! even if u are a better singer and u know the lyrics and you follow the beats and lyrics, you sing too. the person is really nice and helpful and all the nice words, when the person isnt singing. and you cant do a thing. you cant get a task done, your cracking your head on this new idea on how to write this paragraph which you got it wrong for so many times already, and you hear the person singing. the music has been played for so many hours and your head is loaded with so many things, the last thing you wanna hear is, the person singing. you've been readin this paragraph for the past 15 mins and nothing seem to get into your head. cause you hear the singing. you have this headache and you have to read through other writer's stuff to see if there are any mistakes, and you hear the person singing. this really is testing my patience. and if i get bugged my it, or shud i say let it bug me, it raises my stress level. cause i have to fight it.
(note: stress encourages the body to self produce bad cholesterols)
and there's nothing you can do about it.
sometimes i put my earphones on just to block out the sound, but sometimes i just want this peace and quiet to brainstrom on stuff. but i cant. cause i hear the person singing.
some people just have the patient genes and i dont. and i better train myself to be patient. which will honestly take ages. cause the first step of training myself is to patiently listen to the person's singing and try to block it out internally. or it cud backfire and i can just go ballistic developing mental illnesses that no psychiatrists or doctors will ever think of linking the issue to listening to somebody's lousy singing. so... i could just leave the room or jam loud music on my earphones. which is actually a better option and is what i was doing all along but nope, that cant train my patience. i have to make myself listen to it and, take deep breaths, take counts and try to focus on my work. which i wont know if it'll work or not not till i can actually be proven patien-er after this so......... i actually don know what else to do.

i've learned that i should make decisions. not saying that i know how to make decisions now, but its what i should learn to do. its my life and its up to me on how i live it. at times i just feel like, 'i don wanna decide cause everytime i make a decision i end up regretting it. so its better if somebody else decides for me, somebody i trust, that i know loves and cares for me enough to make the right decisions for me.' cause most of the time, the decisions turn out to be better ones than what i decide. so to rephrase what i said, i should learn to make right decisions. not just to make decisions. i should take control instead of letting people control me. poeple talk about not having enough freedom, poeple are told what to do, they dont have the freedom to make their own decisions and all but somehow, for a lot of things i do want somebody else to make decisions for me or at least to suggest it in a way that gives me a wayyyy clearer picture on how to decide on something. but im in the working world now. everything aint the same anymore. when im alone, and nobody decides for me, i have to decide for myself.

i've learned more about money. that money really is not easy to earn. not cause poeple in my company gets really low paychecks. but simply because most of them dont live with their parents anymore, or is their own parent and they have more things to pay for than to spend on themselves for entertainment. Atikah is a fresh grad that works for the company for 1 year already and she has been driving her very own Perodua Viva for so many months already. she's paying the installments herself. she's paying for her own petrol. her own food. and i still thought fresh grads who cant afford cars, the dad will buy it for her. just like my dad, he brought a car for my sis.not all dads are like that. Mclean brought his gf to Swensen's for their anniversary dinner. a place where me and my friends, my parents or my boyfriend go with me on normal day basis, as in not on occasional days. and Shafrin who works as a dispatch for more than 5 years for the company, has to take installments even to buy a washing machine for his family, that costs $399. i've learned that its not just about being stingy. though people around me knows that i really am a stingy person, its not about being stingy alone, its more than that. money is really important. i've seen 'buy it only when you need it, not when you want it'.

i've learned about personal grooming. im a person who need a lot of sleep, and is really lazy when it comes to make up. especially when you have to try so hard to drag yourself up so early in the morning to get to work, make up is the last thing i have in my mind. its no longer about being ai sui or wanting to look good, to flaunt and show the pretty side of you to get attention, to get guys to think you're hot, to get girls to envy your looks and all. its noting close to that. its about how you carry yourself. respecting others if you do.
(note: after this it doesnt mean i'll still wake up half and hour early to paint my face ok? i still put sleep as my priority. haha!!)
imagine going out to meet a friend in a torn pajama tee, shorts that makes you look like your not wearing pants and slippers. looks innocent isnt it? if the friend is one close enough to do that. but what if its the first time you're meeting this person for a chat over coffee at, let's say, McD? its not just about first impressions. its about you not respecting the person, not taking the meet-up seriously. ok that's a very lousy example. its actually something like a successful businessman in smart neat branded formal suit, properly ironed, shirt tucked in neatly, tie in place, but his hair isnt gel-ed. its messy and oily looking, and his shoe isnt polished. he is successful. yeah at work but not at the way he carried himself. his house might be like a cockroach den. nobody knows. but the client do know, that he's not taking the effort to even put gel on his hair.

i have learned to make things perfect before submitting it up to my manager. you think you're a perfectionist but you might not be one. i've looked through gazillion times already and im so so so certain its perfect. and BAM! i got it back with so many red inks all over the paper, askin me to amend again. for a lot of things that i already know but somehow i missed out or didnt know what they want. like maybe the spacings, alignment, caps or small letters, and points that im not suppose to write cause it either doesnt sound good, or is not relevant to what the client offers to its clients, etc... to have be perfect is to ask so i know what 'perfect' means, not what i assume it to be. i might have learned it in life before, in college or anywhere that doing this or that perfects things. nope. i might b thinkin its ok to write the word 'pork' on a bak kua packaging advertisement but nope. i cant. i might think being a perfect wife means to know how to cook, know how to take care of the children, be caring and understanding and all those stuff that goes along with the name 'wife'. but to be a perfect wife is to be perfect to your husband alone only. you might b a perfect friend, perfect mom, perfect daughter to the others but perfect wife is to be perfect to your husband. and to do so, is to ask your husband what defines perfect, then only you can be perfect. not by being perfect yourself, brushing up on cooking and babysitting skills and assume your the queen of the world. it doesnt work that way. if you brush u on cooking skills and think your the best, and you end up marrying a restaurant owner, the perfect wife to him might be a wife who doesnt know how to cook, but to know how to do accounts maybe, to handle the restaurant's accounts. cause if you like to drink and your wife thinks 'as long as he doesnt get drunk he's ok, he's still my perfect husband' then your the perfect husband. if your wife thinks 'no drinkin no smoking no gambling only count perfect', then to be perfect has a different definition already.
so if i wanna be a perfect copywriter, i'l hav to ask and know how the company defines perfection. not plainly on listening to other copywriters of other companies and follow. cause im not in other companies. im in this company. if i wanna be perfect, i'l b perfect for this company. it doesnt mean anything and is useless if im perfect for other things that the company doesnt require for me to be perfect at.

agree or not on what i said, to whoever who took the time to read my very extremely long post, do comment, on the things i said, whether if its right or wrong, i might learn more things ==)

Rainy days

You know whats worse than waking up at 6 30 am?
Waking up at 6 30 am with the rain splattering on your window....
"split splat split splat" as if taunting you, laughing at you saying...."haha, haha, you've gotta go to uni..." At least that's how it sounded to me for the past 2 days...

Plus the wind.....as if they had tiny particles of ice in them, with every gust it drains the heat out of your body...
Funny how everything around seems darker and moody when it rains...people hang their heads, stare on the floor and walk...the smile on their faces gone....the buildings seem older as if it suddenly aged....
Also funny how the song plays over and over in your mind..."rain rain go away, come again another day"

There's a bright spot though...while walking home i saw a guy in a car calling over to a homeless person and then threw a jacket out and said to him "put it on now, its fu*cking cold"....though there's a swear word in it, the kindness he shows overshadows it....
Makes you think..."ahhh this is a nice world after all eh?"

No heater in my room as the cold seeps in...==S
but what the hell, i even wore shorts and slippers out in this weathers cause *music plays....

YOU CAN FLY!!!!!!!!!*

Dance with me people ==D shake the chill away....rock your body, rock your body body!!!!!
arms to the left, arse to the right!!!!! arse to the left, arms to the right!!!!


SAY FLY!!!!!!!! SAY YOU CAN FLY SKY HIGH!!!!!!

ps: i really am dancing the heat away ==D maybe the cold is getting into my head too ==P

English translated lyrics for "Fly" by Epik High

04. Fly
translation by: Yoonie (also credit: aheeyah.com)

Isn’t it tough? (It’s tough) The cruel world
Will laugh at you behind your back
In front of the mirror ki gook ko
You’ll have to support yourself
Don’t know where to go
With one mistake, everything else will be lost
When your head is down, fold your hands
Spread your wings, you can fly
It’s morning when you open your eyes
The compass heads you toward the same direction
In this confident world around you
It’s not easy to kneel down and rest
Don’t forget what made you want this old dream
Elegant two arms, spread your wings, you can fly

You can fly (No matter anyone says)
Higher (I won’t ever)
Then the birds in the sky (Give up on my dream)
You can fly (No matter anyone says)
Higher (I won’t ever)
Then the birds in the sky (Give up on my dream)
Fly (My Baby) No matter what the world says
Fly, fly, get em up high,
No matter what anyone says, go go
Fly (My Baby) Even if love leaves you behind
Fly, fly get em up high...
Fly, even if you’ve got nothing
You Can Fly, even if love abruptly leave you behind
You Can Fly, even when you’re suffocating from pain
You Can Fly You got to fly sky high!

When you open your eyes, there may not be any light
You may be a long distance away from your dream
It’s still hard to rest and breathe living my way
I turned away from reality
And still haven’t what I’ve been looking for
Don’t let a love you couldn’t receive
Bring you down, never die
Spread your wings, let’s go everybody, fly!

You can fly (No matter anyone says)
Higher (I won’t ever)
Then the birds in the sky (Give up on my dream)
You can fly (No matter anyone says)
Higher (I won’t ever)
Then the birds in the sky (Give up on my dream)
Fly (My Baby) No matter what the world says
Fly, fly, get em up high,
No matter what anyone says, go go
Fly (My Baby) Even if love leaves you behind
Fly, fly get em up high...

A lifetime dream being erased by sighs
Doors I’ve opened many times
I notice false hope when I open my eyes
Clean out the dust from every corner
Just as I thought, I’m a suitable competitor
Slowly I’ll make progress, why give up my dream?
Stay on firm ground and look far
Darker the night, brighter the stars will shine

Saying "I love you"

When you hear that from someone you love...you get jitters, you get this floating on a cloud in the lovely blue sky feeling...
You feel like everything in this world is just right...
You wanna hop instead of just walk...
Even that neighbour's cat you hate seem so much cuter...

The word love bring a lot of different meaning on different degrees, but if it's said to that special someone, it means a whole lot more...
It's saying i want you in my life...
By my side, the first thing i see in the morning, the last sound i wanna hear before the day is over...
It's saying I wanna care for you, be the one responsible for you, commit myself to you....
It's wanting to build a fairy tale with you, wanna fight that evil witch, slay that fearsome dragon, go on this bumpy journey/adventure and eventually have our happy ending...

As the relationship grows, so does the attatchment along with the feelings and hope...
However, the disappointment, misery and heartache grows too when things don't turn out the way it was supposed to....
What's black and what's white cant be differentiated, everything just seems gray...
A tiny spoon of rice seems bigger than an onigiri...
The old woman next door who likes talking and giving advices just seem like a nuiscance...
Your favourite black shirt now makes you look uglier...
The world just falls apart...

Some people go on towards their happy endings...
Some people falter because of the obstacles...
Some people run out of strength to carry the other person towards the end...
Some just picked the wrong person...

Whatever it is....DO NOT rush into a relationship, you might end up hurting yourself, and worse, hurting that other person even more....
Be sure of your own feelings and level of commitment before you say "Saranghae..."