Sunday, May 22, 2011


I've finally bid farewell to my brown hair. Hello to jet black with hints of red! 
Got my hair done at Salon vim today. 
Oh my god the discounts look totally awesome, its more than 50%.
I'll be there on the 4th June, Saturday. Come on down to any of the days between 2nd - 5th June @ 313 Somerset Atrium. See you there!!


I've realized how difficult it is to maintain a friendship as we all grow up. Especially after what hit me during my poly days. This bitch went around telling people how I wanted to steal her boyfriend, whom wears way too much gel on his hair and wears his brother's oversized clothes cause he has none? Like cum'on man, while you were bitching about me to the clique, you were also telling me someone else is hitting on your boyfriend. He is no prince charming, far from it actually, the whole world ain't trying to pounce on him, only you. I guess birds of the same feathers flock together. Oh well, it hit me hard cause I guess nobody really liked me for a year or so? I knew you weren't that simple when you kept awkwardly staring at me since the first day of class. And if you're reading this, good job, you manage to hurt me but oh well, you're boyfriend goes to China for prostitutes so I guess you had a reason to make someone else's life way worst than yours.

Why do some girls make such terrible friends? When you get close to them, you let your guard down, they come running to you, and the next thing you know, you've got a knife sticking out of your back. It's not just one person from poly who've affected me so badly, there's plenty out there. I've always envied my boyfriend's friendship with his bunch of primary school friends. When they hangout, no bitching involved, no one's feelings will be hurt.

When I was in Secondary school, I had lotsa best friends who I genuinely loved. We would hang out everyday after school, playing block catching, watching TV all the way till the skies turned dark. Even during my poly days, though most of my classmates hated me, I didn't give a damn, cause I knew right beside that aisle, there's another helluva friend waiting for me to have dinner together.  I begin doubting myself, is it me who grew up and became way too picky on people I hang out with? Whenever a friend screws up, I cut them out from my life, totally. I played it way too many times, some couldn't give a damn, walked straight out of my life. Some who really cared, came crawling back, and I am thankful for that.

I had this one best friend, she loves to criticize me in the expense of allowing herself to feel better. Like for example, "you're so skinny, you make me look so fat, but its okay cause you're short" or "it's not fair that you look better in the pictures cause you have make up on, but its okay, you have an awkward smile" or "you're Miss Boring and I am Miss Fun"in front of all her freakin friends. All the comments I've mentioned may seem harmless, but she does it way too many times that it's pissing me off. She was my childhood friend man, I used to love her presence so much, did growing up really changed her that much? But I had to refrain from hanging out with her cause every single time we meet, she's just throwing criticisms at me, which still makes my blood boil. And every single time she tried to hurt my feelings, not once I've tried to defend myself or retaliate back by throwing a huge criticism back at her, because I didn't have the heart to hurt her. Where the hell did she pick up so much courage to hurt me again and again? I begin doubting myself. I told my boyfriend, am I really that bad of a person that she has to keep correcting my personality?

I also realized, when an opportunity hits, no one will really feel happy for me. Like when last year, someone emailed me to go on a TV program. Honestly, I was super excited. I wanted to break the news to everyone. But people's reaction to it is either ignoring the topic, or say something nasty in the tone of: "she's trying to show off again". The only people who would be genuinely happy for me, is my sister. She'd always say "go for it",and my boyfriend, who'd tell me to follow my heart. Still, I backed out cause I guess I was way too timid for it.

I yearned for a best friend, someone who hates chick flicks as much as I do. Someone who listens to the same kinda music as me. Someone who enjoys watching the same sitcoms and documentaries as me. It's then I realize, what more can I ask for, my two best friends are right there, my sister and my boyfriend. And the best part is, if they screw up, I can never cut them out from my life, cause you can never run away from kinship and love.

There's been comments on my formspring, left by some girls who were like me during my poly days. Poly life would really suck if you met the same kinda bitch I did two years back. Defend yourself, don't ever make the same mistake I made, leaving poly with everyone having a huge nasty impression of me. I had my awful days... but what the heck, it's all cleared out now.

Saturday, May 14, 2011


H&M Inspired Black Lace Dress was sponsored by Upmysleeves.
I love how the whole dress is made with lace, and the long sleeves are so contouring to my arms, makes it look long and thin. They've also sent me the Ribbon Back White Knit Top which I love a lot, it's so comfy I can wear to work! 

- Spend $40 and above and get a FREE Coral Pink Wallet (worth S$12.90)

Upmysleeves Resident Model Search
2 prizes to be given out!!

- Upmysleeve Resident Model who will be featured in the future collections will walk away with products from each collection.
- Miss Eye Candy who has the most 'likes' on Upmysleeves Facebook page will stand a change to win $100 Upmysleeves shopping voucher. 

For more details, log on to their Fan page at:


I feel so handicapped without my Facebook, Hotmail, MSN and Tweeter accounts. Since I only have access to Blogger and Formspring, I've been meddling with it to kill boredom, oh yeah and youtube too. I've been youtube-ing about animals the entire day, which explains why I posted 3 random videos below.

So bored...
Anyway, I got access to my Facebook account already!! Yay!! You can contact me via Facebook personal message kay?! Anyway, I've changed my email to

Monday, May 09, 2011


Fang's twenty first birthday celebration.
Dinner at Marriott Hotel with four of my best girls and one very lovely waitress who offered to take pictures for us. The food ain't that good. I don't know why, but most hotels don't serve food that is suppose to be as good as what they claim it to be? Maybe I more of a hawker girl, whose stomach can only learn to appreciate char kway teow and laksa. Woots.
It was also my first time at Helipad. Sucha wrong idea to have an open air bar concept in Singapore, did they forget how warm it is over here? Went down to the club area shortly after all of us started perspiring. Helipad is way fun, cause there's not desperate guys, molesters or pick pockets. Gotta start going over there before those irritants start invading the place.
Mushroom Soup, not very nice.

Chicken Bwwwweast, too tough.

Cod fish, Lindy is a pea. 

They had a weird name for Spaghetti.

Toppings that Lindy never had. 

On the house. 

21st birthday cupcakes we got for her. 

Two very sweet prezzies, one customized birthday ang bao and one very forgetful Lindy. 

I'm sleeping.... I'm not. 

Checkout how red I am. I only had 3 glass. FMLzzz. 


Tuesday, May 03, 2011


Been sucha long time since I last updated this:

I am having diarrhea right now. 
Kinda feel like eating ice cream, but I know it's gonna worsen my little tummy crisis. Then there's chocolate cookies with milk, and caramel waffles. Tsk... Marks & Spencer sells little boxes of happiness.

Why is it when any opportunity comes up to me,  I just don't have the guts to go for it?! I hate myself for being so timid, I belong in a cave. Every single time, something swoops in to rescue me from my boring little life, I back out, telling myself I am never good enough for something like that. What happened to being 'spontaneous', 'no pain no gain', 'I only get to live once'... I should tattoo it down on my forehead, that ought to keep me reminded. 

I thought by tattoo-ing a long poem about my family will change my attitude towards them, but nahhh... the yelling continues. I just want them to know that I love my little family, losing anyone would be my greatest fear. :'(