tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27564145307609202922024-03-14T07:43:53.480+01:00❥ ❝The Ultimate Pink Princess Blog❣❞go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-63074036392811829362015-11-01T19:09:00.000+01:002015-11-01T19:13:02.006+01:00Nebelmond, Windmond ☽<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VzuX88Dc_g?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/6VzuX88Dc_g?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'Coffee Shop', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">Coffee Shop - BAP</span></a></div>
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<b>1st Nov</b>, my favourite month has begun!<br>
The whole purpose of this post is to celebrate ㅋㅋㅋhahaha<br>
(Yesterday's cheat day dins in the pic)<br>
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I like November because it's damn dark and miserable.<br>
The days become friggin' short, there's frost, fog and that depressing, piercing cold drizzle (I wish, todays was sunny as hell).<br>
It's the long, void month before Christmas season and I guess the last opportunity for people to realize that they are finally stepping into the long, cold winter. It just makes people fall into despair!!<br>
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On the other side, I like how the coldness makes the warmth much more precious, giving it a therapeutic and symbolic character, of love, piece and safety.<br>
That's why I love holidays like Hallowe'en or St. Martin's Day, they are all about gathering about light. I dunno, it creates such a cozy feeling.<br>
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On a sidenote I especially like early winter times in old England. There's something that fascinates me about the life there back then. I must ellaborate and bore you with this subject one day.<br>
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Not to forget, it's my birthday month. I celebrate myself in the midth of the dark hahaha<br>
When I was younger I hated being born in November. It would have felt much more girly-girl-isher and princess-like if I was born in Spring or Summer, right?<br>
I really thought I was at a huge disadvantage for being a boring autumn child and less worthy than my classmates who were borin in April or July ㅋgo_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-49607009430874684922015-10-27T18:45:00.001+01:002015-10-27T18:47:38.936+01:00Time Travelling<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/463448617883640980/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5abQH8agXM7ZeAzYV2ZDaxugtqaYc77sposCUJJVZPAcffmNTRY0Nz5FfKCfa2Hl3wX2Ns8QFePCtp054YMSNHJl-gubzlAk8coaIrQx19T-sA2v1Xc7q5Udet_wCnjtC22ajaiUeCU2/s1600/time.jpg" /></a><br>
<h6>Omg my whole beautiful post was just killed like that FML</h6>
<p dir="ltr">And I'm back again after spending a whee time back at home and am on my way to my place again.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>Why do days go by so fast</b> - whether you do something or not?<br>
I think the difference between a little kid experiencing a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month or a year - seriously didn't everything last an eternity back then - is because they experience everything with a greater intensity.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Let me explain:</i> Imagine you were a samurai in the middle of a fight facing your most able arch foe. You stumble, fall backwards and see his katana coming nearer and nearer. Doesn't this second feel like it would never end? <br>
Or picture yourself jumping off a bridge. While falling down only takes a little more than the blink off an eye, you experience it all like it was slowmo. </p><br>
<p dir="ltr">So if we were able to see the world through a child's eye, wouldn't that mean that we were able to have those never ending hours and life-long years back? If we could just be so curious, interested and look at the world with the same wonder.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And doesn't this all also speak for an inexhaustible positive energy and joyful outlook on life? Where did it all go?</p><br>
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<p dir="ltr">Alas, a train is but a train. A ticket vending machine as best a nerv-killing Stone Age apparatus with lagging and most insensitive touch screen doing its best at pretending us from reaching the train in time. And the buttons that open train doors are - if one would exhaust one's fantasy - maybe his little brother.<br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">I really want to be more observant of my environment. To spend every instance of my life with greater awareness. <br>
I think that world help in being more productive and embracing life (without that burn-out fear lurking around the corner).<br><br></p>
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-53127565319924224592015-10-18T21:25:00.000+02:002015-10-18T21:28:45.532+02:00SLOTH<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThZHfx3V8a6ZOePTNdCCB-vDGqwkF47_pUncKPsXmZOzy5nljVIB_GR1LxAywPl3PMTe9cuiLaBp5G1DML4h8J18r4L58-O9t3opoWTJadIMBEhQB6ihI0dYQo_bxsRL0EWeG0t20upJ7/s1280-Ic42/autumn%252520%2525281%252529.jpg"></center>
<p dir="ltr">The only reason - I swear - why I'm blogging is because I'm sitting under the rain, listening to soothing jazz, parked next to a graveyard, waiting for my mother.<br>
That and maybe because I had planned to blog this like <i>lightyears ago</i> <h6>(I am fully aware that a 'lightyear' is a unit of distance)</h6>.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do you know what '<b>sloth</b>' is?<br>
It's the short form for '<i>self-loath</i>'. <br>
<blockquote>A sloth is fuckass lazy, which results in him hating himself. Still, as much as he hates his iddleness, he can't be arsed to be in any way productive, which results in hating himself more.</blockquote>
Sounds like me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm swaying back and forth between <u>completely uninspired</u> and <u>over-enthu</u>...ingly planning to change like maybe tomorrow... <i>or so</i>.<br>
Goddamit wtf</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Anyway I'm going to make a delicious pumpkin soup later #pumpkinseason with poached pears #poachedpearsftw<br>
And cooking is something right? /throws herself into the graveyard</p>
<p dir="ltr">No, I really like cooking.<br>
I made a chicken pie for my mother's birthday.<br>
And I want to cook for myself more and experiment in the kitchen a little.<br>
But I also need to save money, I want to get a bombdiggity hell-of-a carpet for my parents on Christmas. 400+ god bless my soul<br><br></p>
The pic is from 1+ year ago, do you understand me?go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-7733819905883072512015-05-05T22:11:00.002+02:002015-05-05T22:11:33.393+02:00Move<center><a href="http://www.freundevonfreunden.com/interviews/helga-ruthner/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojC6rNM8TL_fTqQLmq9Xtn9WPitWLwoFgRFETniKIhTH8HxDDGPEaZ-6g22zS-6FKwmli7lWuAlnvHG6upuBG8Gbd6Q9Sh9gssfKc8xQ5cN1ngZfgoYhRDqGvkNmAQi14ojO4fCThTyd1/s1600/palm.jpg" /></a></center><br>
<br>How is procrastinating so.... I don't know.. hard to stop once you start?<br>
I don't mind doing homework regularly when I'm doing it, but when I'm not doing it, I can't.<br>
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Like now....<br>
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So, we are moving... again. This is the 7th time? (didn't I count 7 times last time I checked?)<br>
Anyway, so yeah, but this is probably the last time.<br>
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As always I'm super excited to decorate the new home, but this time (as I matured haha) I try to incorporate my parents' personal style (as far as they have one) into my concepts and also I tried to find a decor for me that would last for a long time.<br>
I came to the conclusion that I wanted an ecclectic, English country, exotic mix for my parents and an ecclectic, boho, Scandinavian something for myself. This my sound impossible to create, but since when have I ever chosen to easy way.<br>
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As a true design freak, I have already planned through the complete hallway from door to plants, and the guest toilet (and part of the garden and the front yard and gate).<br>
When it comes to design I'm a terrible absolute perfectionist, <b>everything</b> has to be perfect, I don't compromise (see my waste basket, around 60 bucks). I'd rather spent some extra bucks for a door knob then living with an ugly one, or if I can't find any that I like, then screw the door knob, better live w/o it.<br>
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Anw, moving is really fun, I hope everything turns out how <b>I</b> want it!!!
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-74777465742900746972015-04-29T21:35:00.004+02:002015-04-29T21:35:50.656+02:00Stay Chance StopFirstly, I noticed that I <i>really</i> like photography, but I'm not any good.<br>
I don't have an eye for the right motif (let alone lightning or whatever). I never seem to be able to capture the things the way I want them, I never get the angle right.<br>
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I guess I need more practice. But I don't often have the opportunity, too.<br>
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I had a talk about my problem of the last 2 posts before the last.<br>
It is terrifying.<br>
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To think that you are condemned to a fucking stupid life that you hated since the beginning, but you don't dare to make a move and that's even your own fault.<br>
No, it's sad, and I wouldn't want anyone to have to put up with such a prospect.<br>
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You constantly try to break out, but only so much, the most important and biggest move, without which everything else is useless, you just can't do.<br>
And so everyday you face the very fate you absolutely fear most, fears of failure all the way and you need to drag along one more burden, which only holds you back... and you are stick with it for th rest of your life?<br>
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And then we thought of the friends of that person. Like why?<br>
Obviously they must see the pain? Why do they chose to pretent like everything is rosy? I just can't....<br>
Best friends they call each other, yet this one black cloud nobody wants to see.<br>
Why?<br>
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It's so sad.<br>
Although some things I absolutely don't like about this person, I think he is actually a good human. Who doesn't deserve any of this.<br>
If at least his friends were not so ignorant, I don't get what their purpose is.<br>
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I refuse to understand it.<br>
Nothing excuses such a situation.<br>
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I hope these are my last words about this topic for the time being.<br>
One day I will say it right into his face. go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-40134119826133606792015-04-27T08:00:00.000+02:002015-04-27T13:44:22.721+02:00Baby don't cry, 全都怪我. 我還是愛著你I have done a German blog, but came back to blog some things here.<br>
I wonder if it's my imagination or if my German writing is really disgustingly fake, lame and just wrong.<br>
Or maybe I'm just not used to write German and thus I can't do it.<br>
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Writing in English just feels more right for me.<br>
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Three songs I really like this moment.<br>
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<h2>Baby don't cry (人鱼的眼泪)</h2>
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This one is a pretty old song by <b>EXO-M</b>.<br>
I don't know, but when there are Korean and Chinese versions of songs, I normally prefer the Chinese version.</center><br>
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<h2>可惜沒如果</h2>
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Ok the MV is weird and I haven't really watched it yet, but the song is so cool. I actually never liked a song by <b>JJ Lin</b>, cuz somehow they all sound like the same love-sick shit.<br>
But this one sounds a bit different and the lyrics are the story of my life (a bit).<br>
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假如没把一切说破<br>
那一场小风波 将一笑带过<br>
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在感情面前 讲什么自我<br>
要得过且过 才好过<br>
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全都怪我<br>
不该沉默时沉默 该勇敢时软弱
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<h2>我還是愛著你</h2>
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This has been in the charts for forever and I like it from the start, but never really got into listening to it very much. Until now. <b>MP</b> are not really my kind of thing when it comes to there fashion, but I like this song very much..</center><br>
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I like how Cpop is still relatively conservative so you don't get things like idk whatever (some) Americans are doing.<br>
Also most songs stay in the charts for a very long time, which is a further indication for their quality.go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-14607900894912272682015-04-26T22:12:00.000+02:002015-04-26T22:16:25.583+02:00<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqu4B9Ehj9fLFS9XO-cyvVAjOAKSSg7e40R0KvYWVPsJz-at_MTv0UtFTPPegYVXwO1ctCvg-g5JEuy23jejhTmIsv15OjUPumcCakwOVs-YdrJiuZzFE6foyHIuV_JjD3x2gXEZo4ZA/s1600/aa2.jpg" rel="lightbox"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqu4B9Ehj9fLFS9XO-cyvVAjOAKSSg7e40R0KvYWVPsJz-at_MTv0UtFTPPegYVXwO1ctCvg-g5JEuy23jejhTmIsv15OjUPumcCakwOVs-YdrJiuZzFE6foyHIuV_JjD3x2gXEZo4ZA/s1600/aa2.jpg"></a></center><div><br></div>
I have thought about it (oh really? #bignews)<br>
I definitely <i>am</i> overthinking, but heck, it's me and sometimes good things issue from my overthinking.<br>
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Also, me overthinking means, I am prone to read too much into things.<br>
Yes, it's none of my business, but as it seems, it's noone's business, of noone who knows this person. So <i>eat well and live well</i> - <br>
no, I don't mean it like that, just that, apparently this person's intention is to do whatever anyway~<div>So I decided to forget about all this crap.<br>
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On another note, I took this photo a few days ago and I find the editing quite pretty, right?<br>
Just that I have no real outlet for it, except for twitter and my blog, because nobody I really know is following either.<br>
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I don't have anyone judging me actually, it's just that I myself find it over-exposed. (I need a tripod)<br>
But one day or another I gonna set it as my cover, because it <i>is</i> pretty, right?<br>
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Those black things are not garters, btw. They are the halters of over-the-knees. I got them as a present from American Apparel.<br>
Which is quite cool, cuz I wanted them anyway, <i>BUT</i> in completely nude. Apparently, you can only have so much of God's love.<br>
Months later I realized, those things look like garters man, how am I supposed to wear that thang?<br>
So this picture developped.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Btw Age of Ultron is quite good, I liked it much more than the first Avengers movie (which was quite bad imho).</div><br>
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(Btw as a matter of fact I'm wearing shorts on that pic haha)go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-48598319076783562002015-04-25T19:43:00.001+02:002015-04-26T02:01:37.266+02:00全都怪我<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsBf_0gDxSM?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/vsBf_0gDxSM?version=3&hl=ko_KR', '可惜沒如果', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">可惜沒如果 - 林俊傑</span></a></div>
I'm tired and I know I shouldn't be.<br>
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I have friend. Or<br>
I don't even know if we are really friends.<br>
We haven't spend much time together, but still - maybe this friendship means something to me?<br>
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Or actually maybe it doesn't, but it's just my personal unease.<br>
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I'm tired of wanting to help, but not knowing if I'm in any position to interfere and tired of people who play everything is fine, but simultaneously hinting that they have problems.<br>
Like, what do you want man?<br>
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I'm so tired of these people; because not being able to voice one's true feelings is for me one of the greatest sufferings.<br>
I'm naturally a person who likes to help others, especially with this kind of problems. I naturally want everyone around me to be happy.<br>
So I'm really so so tired of knowing about their pains, but not being able to help.<br>
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I said I know I shouldn't be.<br>
Maybe I'm not their friend and they don't want my help either, maybe I'm imagining all of this.<br>
Maybe I should just straightforward force this friend to speak up. Maybe he'll be offended and wonder about what the fuck I want from them. Maybe they'll think there's more to it (How do you tell someone - who is not your future boss - that you simply like to help other people?).<br>
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I'm not stupid (at least I like to think so).<br>
I know that this person has been avoiding me (right?). That's making it extra hard for me to approach him.<br>
Do you know how tired I am of all these thoughts?<br>
I'm super tired.<br>
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Maybe this person doesn't even feel like there's need for help. And I'm just overthinking shit.<br>
I am overthinking shit. Always.<br>
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Even if he really has a problem, it's none of my business. Right, if I'm being avoided, why should I care, right?<br>
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I can't.<br>
If it were anything else, job, debt, parents, I don't know - maybe I'd be able to ignore it, even if it affects the happiness of this person. But everything originated from one's inability to speak the truth is my personal pain.<br>
And I can't avoid it.<br>
I can't.<br>
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I wish for two things; that there's a way for me to help to find a solution.<br>
Or that it's nothing.<br>
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No, maybe there's one more thing. I wish this person doesn't think of me as what-I-think-he-thinks-of-me.<br>
Quite contrary to many people, I try my best to say what I think, or if it's impossible, to think what I say. But often it's hard to for others to believe in your words.<br>
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A part of me thinks about calling it quits.<br>
I don't see any purpose in a relation in which the positions are so unclear or so uncertain for some. This all leads to nowhere.<br>
What are we pretending to have?<br>
If you don't trust me? If I have the feeling that you don't trust me? This is not a friendship. I just know you.<br>
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Bluffs.<br>
It's tiring me out, too.<br>
I don't want anything of this.<br>
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ah, but this is something I caused myself. And maybe, I'm the one who has to speak up.<br>
Maybe I just sort this out for good.<br>
Maybe all of this is not worth half a thought I just thought.<br>
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What do I want man?<br>
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No, I'm seriously tired. I am going to watch Avengers - Age of Ultron later this night.<br>
Gotta catch some sleep~go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-20026209362100592442015-01-19T10:58:00.000+01:002015-01-20T14:28:18.612+01:00Colour<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81nm63GD1uI7T-2t4yQEjsgIIZfRYtztwfL49sgqP0NnEtbDj0s8nHCGQd3oNjNha3KnShb6YuC37kgNOZYQ07Qvf0VUOQd_eJo0F1i2QSZ96Ofn6is3uMGaSwmjku1qm-syavE2Tivak/s1600/snow14++(5).jpg" rel="lightbox[snow]"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81nm63GD1uI7T-2t4yQEjsgIIZfRYtztwfL49sgqP0NnEtbDj0s8nHCGQd3oNjNha3KnShb6YuC37kgNOZYQ07Qvf0VUOQd_eJo0F1i2QSZ96Ofn6is3uMGaSwmjku1qm-syavE2Tivak/s1600/snow14++(5).jpg" /></a>
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Yesterday I was watching a 60's (?) movie. Do you also find that people then were prettier (and more handsome)?<br>
I think so.<br>
I also like the fact that even kids were running around in blazers, shirts and stuff and that they were all dressed so colourful.<br>
I wish people would still dress like that.<br>
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<b>I</b> am going to dress like that.<br>
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Btw I happen to check out plastic surgery for nose the other day, because - as some of you might know - getting a nose job is on my bucket list!!!<br>
The problem I have with my nose is not that it's too small or anything! <b>It is too friggin' big lah!</b><br>
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Okay, they call it bulbous nose in Korean-English and it will make you look very countryside girl like la (still better than other imperfections lah, them Koreans lah, got ugly forehead they call you Orang-Utan).<br>
The good thing about bulbous nose surgery is, don't need implants (if I got that right). They will remove the fats from the alars to make them slimmer or also cut out fats or cartilage from your nose tip.<br>
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Which is very good!<br>
I actually don't mind implants or plastic.. on others. No I wouldn't mind on me either, but I can't really imagine to get, say a higher nose bridge through an implant, the thought of having such a thing inside my body somehow doesn't sound good in my ears. But who knows, if I had a very flat nose, maybe I would have decided for a rhinoplasty surgery.
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-26105395314039110752015-01-16T14:50:00.001+01:002015-01-18T19:19:29.640+01:00Issues<p dir="ltr"><b>2 issues and one prologue</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">I have this new app (that isn't that amazing) which let's you mix different nature sounds to create a relaxing atmosphere. <br>
I have always loved this kind of thing even as a kid (which makes me kinda old), nice sounds make me feel so comfortable and at ease. <br>
I had this study software back then with a virtual environment, one of the features I always used is to set a background sound.<br>
My stable favourite is the sound of rain of course (and everything that comes with it; lightning, wind, etc). Generally I like everything with water; ocean waves, rivers, you name it.<br>
I also liked the sound of a busy city life very much.<br>
For some time - during my heavy depressive phase - I could die on the sound of birds singing, but now I'm quite OK with it.</p>
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<p dir="ltr"><h2>Issue 1: FASTING</h2>
So as a result of my recent musings about conscious nutrition, I decided to go on a vegan, clean eating, low-carb, detox fasting before Easter, known as Lent.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I guess it's going to be quite hard, because I don't really have the opportunity to eat clean when I'm at home with my parents. But I will try my best.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm going to start with goop's '7 day detox' and then doing the clean, vegan, low-carb stuff for the rest of the time with a bit of detoxing in addition.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Already I am very curious about the results and can't wait to begin. I hope to share my daily experience on instagram.</p>
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<p dir="ltr"><h2>Issue 2: BEING WRONGED</h2><br>
I have mentioned before, I grew up rather isolated and it's hard for me to deal with difficult social scenarios.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm a person of few, but strict principles. One of them is being true and open to avoid problems. For some people being too true or open can mean directly asking for problems, but I am very tolerant, and as long as I can relate to something, I forgive relatively easily. Or when that person is sincerely sorry.<br>
I am also mostly not angry for a long time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So how do you react when you are being wronged?<br>
Do you just swallow it down?<br>
Do you confront the other person with accusations and reproaches?<br>
Do you get aggressive?<br>
Do you stay calm, wait for a good moment and try to approach the subject diplomatically?</p>
<p dir="ltr">As for me, of course it's best when the opponent has the courage to see and admit to his faults and apologizes out of his own accord.<br>
This would show me that the other person has a conscience, appreciates you and is trustworthy after all.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Even when you get back on a trustful relationship through your own approach, it always has the bitter smack of disappointment and doubt.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">So anyway when sb has wronged me I don't like to let them get away with it, as I think it would hurt our relationship, even if ever so little.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I try to approach them creating an atmosphere of trust. Trust that they can be honest about their motives (be it that they were too lazy to pull me out of a burning car), that I will never judge them without listening to their story.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At the same time I can't be too soft - 'hey, I'm not angry, but why...' can't be the right start all the time, if it is at all. Being too soft is not only a sign of lacking self esteem, which eventually will show the wrong-doers that they can treat you the way they want, but it will leave you unsatisfied, too, because you haven't shown them how important and hurtful this issue is to you. <br>
Plus you might force out only a half-hearted apology or worst - none at all, because the other sees no fault, when you are even not that upset. No fault, no guilt; he will just say anything to get over with it quickly or even chose to go along with your petty game and play it down to nothing.<br>
Which is never the point. <b>The point is to gain back trust and to integrate the happenings as a part of your relationship's story, as both parties use it to learn out of it through getting to know more about each other.</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">How to do that I wonder. It is very hard if you deal with an emotionally immature person (not that I'm terribly emotionally mature).</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Lastly, not being able to conserve your anger over some time is quite unnerving. I have no problems about forgiving and forgetting if I know the background story and everything, but often I am too understanding.<br>
Being a person with too many flaws myself, of course I tend to feel others better and am more ready to view things relaxed.<br>
But then often something inside me tells me that this fault is actually a sign of lacking respect and appreciation and I can't possibly ignore it just like that.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">So yeah, that's that.<br>
I'm still no wiser than before.<br>
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go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-60710248860810844562015-01-14T13:33:00.001+01:002015-01-14T13:39:48.480+01:00Consciousness <div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/kik_fz-FWkM?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/kik_fz-FWkM?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'Tristesse', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">Tristesse, Etude in E Major, Op. 10, No. 3 (Chopin) - Eleni Traganas</span></a></div>
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<img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/blog/vars/poolgo.png" align="left" class="pad">A <b>New Year's Post</b> after all.<br>
I don't know... I'm actually over New Years, the spirit doesn't move my temper not at all. Is that realistic, killjoy-y, mature, I don't know...<br>
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I do know though, that having resolutions for a new year <i>is</i> stupid if you think that's already half of the work. New nothing, my ass.<br>
I have long come to realize that <u>a year</u> was invited by some smart people back then to organize their work - when are the salmon here?, are the buffaloes moving?, sowing seeds now?, it's going be the be warm for the next 3 moons, etc - and to save their souls - winter ghosts, day of Odin, you name it.<br>
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Now tell me what this has to do with bettering oneself? Nada.<br>
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Still, we can't go from one extreme to the other. So I have rehabilitated New Years as a trivial, but useful event to trigger the High Self.<br>
I mean we all need a turning point, right? If NY has the potential to change who we are, then that's a good thing. I only wish we realized that the rest of the year is actually equally potent.<br>
Well, be that as it may, here are my <b>poor intents for the new year</b> (apart from losing weight and growing boobies, cf last post)<br>
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<h2>Consciousness</h2>
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I want to be more aware of what I do, what I eat, what I buy, just <b>how the heck I am passing my time here</b>.<br>
I have been on this trip for some time now, but never <i>carved it in stone</i>. I am just too passive about life and I want to change that, because I realized that being conscious about yourself will enlighten you and help you deal with or prevent problems.<br>
Before improvement or maintenance takes place you have to be aware of your situation first, this is where it all begins. Even if you are living a bad life, if you realize your situation it will help you understand it better and will make you feel more at ease, because you see through what is going on. And even if you chose to stay like that, because you have consciously made a decision and know the consequences.<br>
I find this much more efficient than always groping around in the dark, never realizing that you are just floating through time and space, not more than a plaything of your environment. And efficiency is the the be-all and end-all of my life. I hate things which are not efficient and 100% purposeful, starting from the organisation of your drawer to the choice of your washing machine. <b>Why wasting so much life?</b><br>
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I have been living with this kind of mindset for a long time, but haven't expanded it to all aspects of life.<br>
So for this year I plan to find more about how I spend/ waste my time (I'm really good at that) and try to improve that. Additionally I want to relate my actions more to nature and act more ecological. I am still trying to avoid plastic, but not very successfully...<br>
I also want to eat more consciously, which means I am trying to view low-carb as a way of life, rather than a temporary mean to lose weight.<br>
And I want to shop less, it is getting out of hand. But maybe I have improved a bit.<br>
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In relation to that, recently I really fancy books. Not that I really want to read, but somehow, books really fascinate me.<br>
I went to a book store and skipped through the cookbooks (everytime I diet I am hungry for recipes...), to my surprise there was no vegan book which was hipster or stylish enough. Not that I want to be vegan, I couldn't care less about animals or my physical health, but I am somehow interested in what health benefits vegans fondly hope to get. And I might try to go vegan for the Lent fasting period.<br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-82928275674398277692015-01-07T17:27:00.001+01:002015-01-14T13:40:18.624+01:00Pill ChangeThis is not a New Year's post.<br>
Wait, it might be one.<br>
Read, and judge for yourself.<br>
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So I might or might have not told you about my terrible illness, ok it's a syndrome - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polycystic_ovary_syndrome" target="_blank">PCO syndrome</a>.<br>
Basically, I have too many male hormones (I did blog about this, right?)<br>
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I recently went to check with my gynaecologist again, who told me that I don't really have to do anything against it, since it doesn't really affect the quality of my life.<br>
But I want to be on the pill ㅋㅋ<br>
Not because I gt bf mah, but because I have massive hair loss (!!!) - lost about 1/3 of my hair liao, there used to be a time when I could hardly wrap a elastic two times around my entire hair, now can three times already!!!! - and n000 tits.<br>
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So she prescribed the pill to me, but still have to wait for quite some time till I can start.<br>
More hair, more tits (/cough), less pimples!!!!<br>
I only hope that I won't gain weight.<br>
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Also on a side note, it's really cool to have gfs who are practically further experienced in bf things than me.<br>
I can be very blur and ask them all sorts of things, don't need to inform myself ㅋㅋ Or they will give me advise w/o me asking.<br>
Also I can learn from them w/o having to experience things myself.<br>
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There's this quote by Confucius:
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By three methods we may learn wisdom:<br>
First, by reflection, which is noblest;<br>
Second, by imitation, which is easiest;<br>
and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
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I guess I'm talking about imitation, while my gf take the 3rd way.<br>
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Ok that's already it.<br>
I kinda mean that a new period is (hopefully) starting in my life, which is the NY's spirit.<br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-825486681946872702014-12-16T18:09:00.000+01:002014-12-17T20:26:36.943+01:00Pre-Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-9pBYdsECF9YoXq7XSvPFecQLCJBfV-F9HEbYTAHnLifKDTtb6VAjQ49JoHMJtKoZwy2n9o3kdUFp-Ht_ii1fzwN3guHhkMIR6ZcQ2AlPDUhYpe-Ws1KZ4_-G-WyjQ_gdCI6vg2Cs6Mz/s1600/rdm1++(1).jpg" rel="lightbox[pxmas]"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-9pBYdsECF9YoXq7XSvPFecQLCJBfV-F9HEbYTAHnLifKDTtb6VAjQ49JoHMJtKoZwy2n9o3kdUFp-Ht_ii1fzwN3guHhkMIR6ZcQ2AlPDUhYpe-Ws1KZ4_-G-WyjQ_gdCI6vg2Cs6Mz/s1600/rdm1++(1).jpg" /></a>
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<p dir="ltr">I absolutely need me a stylish system camera.<br>
I hate to be travelling (from my house to school /cough) and not being able to take pictures of everything. Everything is beautiful! /threatens you with pink rose petals and air kisses<br>
I can't drag my DSLR with me everywhere, plus it would look stupid. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Right now I'm driving through <b>foggy forests</b> and I just love the plain, austere rawness of the landscape and how the fog makes it appear so sinister. Apart from that, forests are cool, at least since hipster. No make that romanticism - basically the same by the way.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway I'm as broke as a person without money can be. I have spent my last money on Christmas presents (cf <a href="http://ailing-agogo.blogspot.de/2014/11/my-uncle-has-died-some-time-last-week.html" target="_blank">this post</a>) - oh and Black Friday - and now I'm free.<br>
I got my younger brother a calendar with pictures from the Hubble telescope, which are pretty amazing and will add a NASA tee (ok you got me, not as broke as broke as in broke but on my way). He's the universe-nerd, so I think the present is quite good.<br>
For my parents I got one hell of a Japanese rice cooker, the <b><a href="http://www.zojirushi.com/products/nstsc" target="_blank">Zojirushi Micom Rice Cooker & Warmer NS-TSC18</b></a> . My mother wanted one forever, which I only remembered recently, when I went shopping for Japanese tea mugs and the rice cookers had me at 'hullo'. <br>
My father will additionally get a book on his birthday shortly after the new year.<br>
Then I need one for my older brother as well, I'm thinking a scarf, but need to consult with my mother.<br>
Apart from that it's my cousin's birthday next week. What to get? I'd get him tickets for Sam Smith if I'd know his schedule.<br>
Then got my friends but since they might read this I cannot share. Except for one who wanted a water bottle, and boy! she's lucky I dug water bottles some time ago, so I can ensure a tasteful choice (everything is beautiful - not).</p>
<p dir="ltr">So anyway I don't have any money to buy a new camera. I can only hope my mother will get one. Then I will be a very good girl and beg to lend it from her ㅠ</p>
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<p dir="ltr"><i>Topic change:</i> I don't really know how to wrap my presents this year. Last year I had white paper with parcel twine and fir branches. And tiny chocolate santas stuck to them.<br>
This year I have already wrapped the huge calendar (mind you, it was only the 4th) in the brown stuffing paper Amazon uses to fill their card boxes. Admittedly, the paper is absolutely rumbled, but everything is - wait for it - beautiful. And may I add, hipster.<br>
I also brilliantly upcycled my file cards to fancy 'deck the halls'- name tags/ greeting cards.<br>
Heck I only need a concept name for this and it's official.<br>
No but I don't want to do the white thing again, am not ready for the black chalkboard style and don't know how to properly do the parcel style. I might add black name tags to my parcels though. Plus I have some gold, glitter paper left. Can I mash all that up to a something?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, I'm still very sad I don't have a small pro-ish camera (and a scarf and gloves), so now I will feel very sad and miserable reading the kinfolk (full of pretty images). <br>
Blame the kinfolk for everything. Everything is beautiful.<br><br></p>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-65070441273872704512014-12-11T17:33:00.001+01:002014-12-11T17:49:07.822+01:00VOICE<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnKyZ_Qbnu0?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/CnKyZ_Qbnu0?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'VOICE', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">VOICE - P.T.P×Taka from ONE OK ROCK</span></a></div>
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That one time I mentioned I don't have a real clothing style.<br>
Well, guess what, I don't have a specific taste in music, too.<br>
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I like nearly everything from classical music (especially romantic or contemporary pieces), good pop, good rock, K-pop, C-pop, J-trance, folk music (Indian, Chinese, South American, Celtic, etc), house, (Korean) hip hop, I don't know,...<br>
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Recently (not soo recent actually) I came to like Japanese band <a href="http://www.jpopasia.com/group/oneokrock/" target="_blank">One Ok Rock</a> very much (thanks to FT Island).<br>
The pictures are from a concert of them I went to with my friend.
That's very surprising, because I haven't ventured too much into the fields of rock and this band does everything from Alternative rock, to emo, pop punk, post-grunge, etc etc.<br>
I like nearly every song of the <a href="http://www.jpopasia.com/group/oneokrock/lyrics/jinsei-x-boku::27206.html" target="_blank">recent album</a>, even the one with screams in their more hardcore-ish songs!!!<br>
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Their singer Taka has a very interesting high pitched voice. I like high pitched voices when they are very controlled with precise technique.<br>
Taka is a very good singer in that aspect (he used to be with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_%26_Associates" target="_blank">Johnny & Associates, Inc.</a>).
But instead of talking about their music today, I want to write about another thing that really won me over: <i>their lyrics</i><br>
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<blockquote>
...THE SAME AS<br>
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<table><tr><td valign="top">さり気なくもらうその愛情はとてもふかかいで<br>
素直には受け入れられす<br>
何かをまだ閉ざしたまま<br>
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<br>
Gone to far<br>
for so long<br>
Got to find<br>
You've been right here all along<br>
<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
It doesn't matter who you are<br>
So tell me my heart is the same as yours is<br>
たとえ儚くとも<br>
悲しい時寂しい時<br>
いつもそばにあるから<br>
and we hold every moment cause that's what family is for<br>
<br>
この世界中で何があると<br>
仆を愛してくれて<br>
いつでもそっと優しくそっと<br>
見守り続けてる<br>
強く弱く時に厳しく<br>
暖かな温もり<br>
and we hold every moment cause that's what family is for<br>
<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
Tell me my heart is the same as yours is<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
Tell me my heart is the same as yours is
</td>
<td valign="top">
That love that I casually received<br>
was very incomprehensible<br>
and I couldn’t honestly accept it<br>
while I still shut something up<br>
<br>
Gone to far<br>
for so long<br>
Got to find<br>
You've been right here all along<br>
<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
It doesn’t matter who you are<br>
So tell me my heart is the same as yours is<br>
Even if it’s short-lived<br>
when you’re sad, when you’re lonely<br>
I’ll always be by your side<br>
And we hold every moment ‘cause that’s what family is for<br>
<br>
Whatever happens in this world<br>
I will always love you<br>
I will always be gently watching over you<br>
Strongly, weakly and sometimes sternly with warmth<br>
And we hold every moment ‘cause that’s what family is for<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
Tell me my heart is the same as yours is<br>
The shape of love is the same as your heart is<br>
Tell me my heart is the same as yours is<br>
</tr>
</table>
</blockquote>
I think there exist some (Indian or Japanese saying) that goes something like <b>A child will never understand the parents' heart</b>.<br>
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I don't really know what Taka or the band (I believe the lyrics are self-written) is trying to say, my Japanese (and their English) is limited and for all I know, he could speaks about his bandmates or a group of friends, but for me I am interpreting the lyrics as directed to one's family.<br>
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I feel like it's about a rebellious child who is unable to accept its parents' love, because the love seems so wrong and maybe dumb in the child's eyes.<br>
Because of that the family broke apart and the child ventured to seek love and a family elsewhere, maybe by following its dreams.<br>
But it later came to realize that love is not always something we have defined for ourselves or imagine to be like and then seek for it.<br>
Love is also something that exists as it is and is just given to us, or in better words <i>love is the same as your heart is</i>, so whatever the love of parents may look like, feel like it is always love. I like the idea of realizing that whatever the heart of parents is like - hard, soft, unable - it is the one thing that defines love and not the children, who tend to ask for this or that kind of love.<br>
We could hate it, we could deny it, we could think it is wrong, but it is them who give this love and not the children who pull love out of the parents and received the 'wrong one'.<br>
Eventually the speaker wishes to understand his parents more. By saying 'tell me my heart is the same as yours is' he voices the desire of having the same opinions about love as his parents, i.e. he is placing the parents views and wishes over his own.<br>
And that is true enlightenment (in Asia).<br>
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<blockquote>
<a href="http://youtu.be/CnKyZ_Qbnu0" target="_blank">VOICE</a><br>
<br>
Through all of this noise<br>
Chasing a shadow<br>
Why looking for answers, just leaves a question?<br>
Behind the notes<br>
And outside the lines<br>
What you left behind<br>
What I feel inside<br>
I hear your voice...<br>
<br>
We are your voice<br>
We are still with you<br>
When you can't speak, with so much to say<br>
More than a word<br>
More than a melody<br>
What you left behind<br>
What I feel inside<br>
I hear your voice...<br>
<br>
We're not alone
</blockquote>
Those of you who have dealt with suicide before might have the same feelings as I have.<br>
Taka wrote these lyrics in memoriam of the singer of <a href="" target="_blank">Pay Money To My Pain</a> who had been fighting with drug abuse and mental illness for some time and was found dead one day.<br>
Though I don't think there exist an official statement that his death was not natural (be it suicide or an overdose) I find the lyrics seem to be directed to a person who has ended his life very abruptly and tragically.<br>
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And I find it very very admirable from Taka to have the strength to look at such a thing with so much love and positive feelings.<br>
Because suicide or death due to an overdose are things which leave family and friends not only in great pain, but also with a feeling of being betrayed and punked.<br>
Just take a look at the background story, in the case of a suicide, the people around the suicide might know or not know about an existing depression.<br>
Let's say they didn't know at all and just overnight a person out of their circle commits suicide. Of course there is a great sadness, but also the questions, 'Why didn't he tell us that he was so sad?' And the answer that we give ourselves would most likely be 'he didn't trust us'. And no trust is betraying the love and good feelings that everyone around you gave you so happily and unknowingly.<br>
What if everyone knew about the depression? The suicide then told someone about his problems, they talked things through, he could have gone to a psychiatrist and everything would have seemed 'clarified'. Then all of a sudden... I don't know what kind of scenario would mean a greater betrayal.<br>
You can do the same thing with drug abuse. Only that you have more anger in there, because the person might not have even wanted to die, but just was dumb enough to take to much.<br>
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Well, these are the feelings that I would have and then I read Taka's lyrics 'what you left behind/ what I feel inside/ I hear your voice' and I just can't believe that if someone had done that - betray all my love, think that I am not (trust)worthy of knowing one's worries when they are so severe - I would still be able to believe that I really knew this person.<br>
Knowing this person enough that I can feel his voice inside me. I would feel empty, like every idea, dialogue, plan that person has shared with me and left inside me had never existed in the first place, because he was never true to me to begin with.<br>
<br>
But Taka goes even further, while it's already too much for me to 'interpret' this betrayal differently, he even speaks about 'fighting on' for that deceased person who couldn't do it anymore.<br>
I find that incredibly strong. Most of us know that suicide victims have problems with something related to the 'system', but are too weak or the system is too strong to be broken. They have opinions about what is wrong and could be fixed. In 'we are your voice/ when you can't speak, with so much to say' Taka chooses to be the medium of his dead friend giving him a voice so that he would not be gone for good.<br>
I think that is true love, that he sees the path of his friend and continues it for him, instead of others who would just give up.
Unlike Taka, I think the natural reaction of most people would be a feeling of being left alone (cf last verse) so I respect him so so much for staying so positive and most of all loving, although of course his lyrics also mention the big perplexity which hits you first.<br>
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As you see their lyrics are kind of deep, but I like how they hide the heavy meaning behind such abstract and simple metaphors like in <b>...the same as</b>.<br>
If you want to know more about their music (especially Taka's singing) check out these: <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x101wsg_the-beginning-one-ok-rock_music" target="_blank">The Beginning</a> (<a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1yurs7_one-ok-rock-the-beginning-live-acoustic-video_music" target="_blank">accoustic!</a>), <a href="http://youtu.be/CnKyZ_Qbnu0" target="_blank">VOICE</a> or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD9dtGG3NII" target="_blank">Wherever you are (live accoustic)</a>, <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x24dnb9_one-ok-rock-decision-featured-in-fool-cool-rock_music" target="_blank">Decision</a>.<br>
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But now, on to something funny! Okay, not really, but since One Ok Rock are friends my all time favourite band FT Island I will tell you a recent dream of mine involving FT Island (and a perverted foot fetishist molester!)<br>
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<div class="offt">
A, Cy and a 3rd friend and I were going to a FT Island concert. We arrived at the venue relatively early and went onto the stage to talk with the band member and organizer (like it's no big deal, you know...)<br>
There were other women/ girls there, too. One was trying to diss my 3rd friend (who was my friend Mika at a certain point of time) and said, 'You are so young, did you start to smoke weed with 10?' (what she intend to say was kinda following the logic that everyone who goes to concerts smokes weed, but since my friend looked/ is so young, she must have even started at the age of 10) I retorted 'at least she doesn't need botox with 30' (playing on the fact the other girl was already so old, but looking even older in reality, because she already uses botox).<br>
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Anyway the concert started and we went off the stage, but there's was no place at the front row anymore, cuz all the other audience already arrived. Now the setting of the stage was very weird. It was like a ball pool for toddlers, the audience was at a high lever than the actual stage, and we were all lying flat on our bellies on those balls. The band was the same level as us. When Hongki (the singer) entered the stage he came jumping down from several meters at the back of the stage onto some sort of trampoline and bounced up again to land next to the band.<br>
After all while I noticed that all audience was only 'queuing' in the centre of the stage, but there was plenty of space at both sides, I and the 3rd friend then moved next to the crowd and where also at the first row. I looked back at my other friends, but they somehow didn't dare to do it.<br>
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And now comes the disgusting part. We all lay on our bellies right? Suddenly I felt how someone was fondling my feet and sucking my toes!!! I looked back and it was a black guy grinning at me!!!<br>
Somehow I didn't really react, but looked to my right to see if anyone would help me. Only another black guy turned towards me and grinned. FML I don't know if I let that guy continue with his perverted behaviour or he suddenly stop.<br>
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Some time later I looked up and suddenly people were leaving the concert en masse, because they found the band bad. Hongki was completely absorbed in performing one moment and realizing what happened broke up the concert the next. He just stopped looking very very angry and disgruntled, and went to walk of the stage. I was in rage, but couldn't force everyone to stay nor tell the band that the four of us were good enough as an audience.<br>
During the concert Jonghoon handed me over a present from FT Island to their fans and he randomly picked me as the fan representative. He is my no 1 prince charming so of course I was mad happy. But then the staff and other band members gave him more parcels to give to me, which Japanese fans had sent them to give to me. Because I was always travelling it was hard for my friends to mail me presents, but because they knew I was attending the FT Island concert they resorted to such a way.<br>
I received present after present from Jonghoon and we both were smiling and saying 'here you are' and 'thank you', but both knew that it was uber embarrassing for the other.<br>
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We went to another FT Island concert shortly after that, which went better. Yeah, apart from the fact that I we also talked to them and the organizer (whom I asked if he had also organized the previous concert, which he didn't, but all Caucasians look the same to me ), I can't remember anything.
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Yeah, the dreams was pretty random, except for the black foot fetishist. Don't think it is my own preferences projected into my dream like that please.<br>
I just had bad (direct and indirect) experience with a black guy and a foot fetishist and my brain thought it was funny to mix that all up into one dream!<br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-52097935271299618802014-12-03T15:03:00.002+01:002014-12-03T15:07:53.621+01:00Nightmare and the Mystery Hotel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4BVI2KJxYhLNwLCqPXQsd7hwIdazn8IZ4HQ6rsNHTslWOdc5g7luIxwiAmB0JdIaRLKz-2UeHHyLcMhSUeXYLUhxveWCIwgBAc25N_xz6waPH0ibVX7HZI8kMoqDZraI839hNQX6LuKX/s1600/hw+(1).jpg" rel="lightbox[hwnm]"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4BVI2KJxYhLNwLCqPXQsd7hwIdazn8IZ4HQ6rsNHTslWOdc5g7luIxwiAmB0JdIaRLKz-2UeHHyLcMhSUeXYLUhxveWCIwgBAc25N_xz6waPH0ibVX7HZI8kMoqDZraI839hNQX6LuKX/s1600/hw+(1).jpg" /></a>
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<p dir="ltr">I had booked a hotel room somewhere in a warm country. Surprisingly enough it was just me going.<br>
But when I reached, the hotel was overcrowded with no rooms left. Hundreds of people were asked to wait outside until a room is free.<br>
Thus the crowd, mostly backpacker folks, was just sitting on the floor on a big place in front of the hotel.<br>
I joined the people lounging on some longer platform sort of construction on the left of the place. Leaning with my back against my suitcase I was prepared to wait.<br>
Two guys sat right and left to me and we started to talk. After a while I was more engrossed in talking with the guy to my left.<br>
Also suddenly my friend A. appeared, she had also booked a room at the same hotel.<br>
After waiting for hours we were told a room was free and the cool thing was A and I were going to share a room.<br>
I somehow left my luggage outside, cuz 'I could get it later' or so I think I was told, but I felt slightly uncomfortable with that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was a 2 bedroom suit but to my horror we had to share beds with either of the guys I just met (somehow we couldn't split differently). Somewhere at this point SC a friend of A and me popped into the dream. Somehow he was in A's company.<br>
<br>
Anyway I started to sense that something about this whole hotel story couldn't be quite kosher. The people in our room (somehow there were several) suddenly seemed very suspicious to me. And as we sat at a round table in the living room, which with the whole room looked very weird all together - <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtL6EEXJZao" target="_blank">everything appeared like it was painted with a scribbling style and the colours were all in a dirty yellow, orange brown hue</a>* - I started to realise that this was all a scheme of the stupid hotel to cheat guests of their money.<br>
I wanted to blow their cover and expose their cheap trick so I threw the cowboy hat off the guy I was supposed to share a bed with and who was sitting at the table to my left - and was shocked to see that I could directly look at that guy's brain! He had no skullcap or better it was more like someone had sawed it off, but it was not a normal brain, more some sort of a brown mushy thing.<br>
This agitated me even more as it proved me right. Something wasn't right and those people were surely not normal people you meet and have to share a bed with.<br>
I turned to the other guy who wasn't wearing any sort of hat. But I somehow intuitively knew what to do. I grabbed him near his ear and started to pull. His 'head' came off like a role of paper that had been roled and draped on his neck, like hair, face and all had just been painted on. This fella had no brain whatsoever, his head was just empty!<br>
By the way as soon as I uncovered their 'identitiy' they would just sit there lifeless as if the charm that had kept them alive had been broken.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I continued unmasking the others in the room (don't know how, but I think several were also the paper head kind) and kept yelling, 'Is this your trick?! The hotel rooms are so cheap because you let 1000s book, then you don't have enough rooms and come up with this ha?!' Plus I had a feeling they also took their guests luggage, which they usually leave behind when shown to the rooms.<br>
When the hotel owner realised I saw through his trick he let me and my friend go and I was very happy and relieved I didn't fall for it. So I took my trolley and went away.</p>
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*similar to the art style of One Piece Movie <a href="http://onepiece.wikia.com/wiki/Baron_Omatsuri_and_the_Secret_Island" target="_blank">Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island</a> or the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP4bxXZ3rXc" target="_blank">first part of Batman: Gotham Knight</a> which have apparently unsettled me quite a bit.<br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-52144630752843639822014-11-28T20:23:00.000+01:002014-11-29T17:48:10.843+01:00Gift<center><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/463448617875927585/" target="_blank"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtOnxUz5O5rRvmxQ9O0gxakt0o5NGrYPEiIkyg5Rc5h8_nMPzR8Sve738aO46yxyyV0gg5AiZd7UVT-CYGgPb7CUOj40E-XvsuzFpRlGKMk4CtVYJzo79_Z8ZUoBp1_y8FMNd7jtjkuK6/s1600/gift.jpg" /></center></a><br>
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<blockquote>My uncle has died (some time last week).<br>
All my life I haven't really been able to feel empathy.<br>
I also didn't really know my uncle. I have met him twice and may have spoken to him not even once.<br>
And his health has never been good for all I know.<br>
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I'm trying to imagine my mother's feelings. It must be really painful to lose someone so suddenly when he has lived with you all your life. And how shocking must this be as a sudden reminder of your own end.<br>
A band of siblings broken so abruptly.</blockquote><br>
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What kind of present buyer are you?<br>
I think in the recent edition of the Harper's Bazaar a bunch of editors and other staffers talked about their <i>gifting habits</i>.<br>
I don't understand what's so special about people who put a lot of thoughts into their presents. Shouldn't that be rule?<br>
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Those who know me know that I absolutely love gifting. They say giving is more enjoyable than receiving, I'm not sure if I can attest to that (imho receiving is superb, too), but as for me, I love to give others a treat.<br>
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When I want to give someone a present I must definitely make my utmost efforts to find the perfect present, this can be quite a frustrating task.<br>
People define the perfect present differently, for a (Asian) parent it might be the most beneficial thing, for grandparents it might the thing their grandchildren want the most, for some it is something that is useful, for others it's something funny and entertaining or something unique.<br>
For me it's the perfect mixture of everything: a present must fit to the occasion (Christmas, birthday, graduation, wedding, expression of thanks, just-so, etc), it must fit to your relation in terms of price and nature (brother, parents, (best) friend, teacher, staff, etc) and it would be best if it's something the presentee both really likes and 'needs'.<br>
There are thing which people 'need' or can make use of, but have never thought of, if something like that is your present combined with a liking then you can be sure that your present will be a very nice surprise!<br>
I love that kind of present the most!!<br>
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Certainly I never go for the easy or cheap way. I think that defies the purpose of a present. If you gift then with love.<br>
That also applies to gift wrapping. Forgive me if I sound terribly unrealistic, but I also love to wrap gifts uniquely playfully.<br>
As well as writing and cards.<br>
Ah the whole process of gifting!!! I sound awfully cheesy ㅋㅋ<br>
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But as I said it's not easy. I'm thinking about what I could get for my mother. I tried to find clothes for her, but she doesn't really has a certain taste ㅋㅋ<br>
Also she is a kind of Spartan person and doesn't really like to accept gifts. But if all fails I get her an anti-aging product.<br>
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Presents for my father are relatively easy. He likes everything educational regarding politics in Asia. So I can just get him books.<br>
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As for my younger brother, it's quite easy, too. For I practically nourished his taste. He likes everything unique and special, he's a typical hypebeast. And he likes DC and the universe ㅋ<br>
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My older brother is a kind trouble. He also likes unusual things, but I don't know what exactly. I have a feeling he would even like some useless junk, like fancy mugs or so.....<br>
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What kind of presents do you like to buy? I'm curious.<br>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-78148545396151646852014-11-27T15:06:00.000+01:002014-12-09T13:22:18.392+01:00Evergreen<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="https://soundcloud.com/carl-young-1/elegy-colab" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/146736747&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true', 'Elegy No.1 (ft. Science Teheran)', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">Elegy No.1 (ft. Science Teheran) - Carl Young</span></a></div>
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<li><a href="http://www.chanel.com/en_GB/fragrance-beauty/Fragrance-Cristalle-95297" target="_blank">Cristalle</a> Chanel</li>
<li>necklace, rings <a href="http://www.hm.com/" target="_blank">H&M</a></li>
<li>bangle <a href="http://www.forever21.com/" target="_blank">Forever 21</a></li>
<li><a href="http://readcereal.com/magazine/volume-7/" target="_blank">Volume 7</a> Cereal magazine x <a href="http://www.cosstores.com/gb/Shop/Gifts/Men/Cereal_Magazine/28185103-14885939.1#14614185" target="_blank">COS</a></li>
<li>bed linen <a href="http://www.hm.com/" target="_blank">H&M</a></li>
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<ul><li>necklace <a href="http://www.hm.com/" target="_blank">H&M</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.essie.com/Colors/deeps/wicked.aspx" target="_blank">wicked</a> essie</li>
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<li>gown <a href="http://urbanoutfitters.com/" target="_blank">Urban Outfitters</a></li>
<li>shorts <a href="http://www.global.adidas.com/adidas_by_stella_mccartney" target="_blank">adidas by Stella McCartney</a></li>
<li>boxing gloves <a href="http://www.alexanderwang.com/" target="_blank">Alexander Wang</a> x <a href="http://www.hm.com/" target="_blank">H&M</a></li>
<li>sandals <a href="http://www.zara.com/" target="_blank">Zara</a></li>
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Avoado*, 21 weeks old
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Bits and bobs of news.<br>
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Ever since I went to live on my own I started to get interested in planting.<br>
When I was a kid my parents had many plants and I couldn't really understand nor share their fondness of plants in any way.<br>
I had decided that only adults could find any 'fun' in something as boring and unexciting as growing plants. It didn't help either that I found flowers stink.<br>
Nevertheless I had always liked the nature, trees and forests, the sea and mountains and all those romantic things.<br>
Now that I grew older I like how plants bring a bit of colour and nature into a home. But that's not the only thing.<br>
Growing plants seems to stimulate some maternal instincts. Or how else do you explain that my roommate and I swoon all too often over our babies, worrying whether they are sick, have enough light and love, thinking about names* and squealing with delight when they grow their first leaf ('Oh my god, four months ago you were only a pip!!' /tears) Heck, we even go and buy them nice pots so they'll look good!<br>
*<h6>I fancy <a href="http://hellsing.wikia.com/wiki/Alucard" target="_blank">Alucard</a>. I mean Alucard(o), the avocad(o).</h6>
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I'm not a jewellery person. In 6th or 7th grade I used to stack on bangles like my life depended on it. I also bothered to wear earrings and necklaces.<br>
But I grew out of bothering with those things and also bangles are quite impractical. I am simply not a person of whom adorning oneself is a part of (is that a sentence). On a daily basis I don't wear any form of jewellery (not even my prescribed glasses (Y)), although I and probably many other girls constantly plan to do so.<br>
I especially like the trend of stacking on rings (stacking ftw?), but never had 'enough money' to buy a gazillion of rings. Especially because I'm not fond of fashion jewellery at all (an aftermath of those teen years).<br>
But for a special occasion my dress seemed too simple so I bought a few accessories to pimp my outfit. I liked all the bling and the expensive look of my bejewelled hands yo! Although sadly I lost a ring that night. Damn you jewellery!!<br>
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I also started to collect magazines. Magazines are things that I have always liked. Their glamorous covers promised life improvement at a max, so being able to afford a magazine now and then was always a special treat.<br>
I am nearly desperate about buying every issue of the <a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.de/" target="_blank">Harper's Bazaar</a> which is only available in Germany since this year. <br>
And if you are into hipster things, you sure have heard of the <a href="http://readcereal.com/" target="_blank">Cereal</a> and/ or the <a href="http://www.kinfolk.com/" target="_blank">Kinfolk</a>. Both are sophisticated lifestyle magazines, which help to discover the world around us.<br>
And I have yet to find out if it's a presumptuous or cultivated affair.<br>
But while I'm note sure I'll just enjoy reading them, being impressed with the beautiful images and marvel over the interesting articles.<br>
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Other than that, excuse for the massive show-off (of what I wonder?)<br>
I bought this fantabulous swooshy dramatic gown last weekend to whoosh around my homely grounds and I love it! I look like a mixture of mysterious geisha, scary ghost of a vengeful widow and sexy Victoria secret vixen (ok not) or as A. said a housewife who's about to seduce her son's best friend... pui!!<br>
Anyway I paired the boxing gloves with it in order to play with the image of a boxer, did you somehow notice? #fail<br>
I even added the necklace to add some (belt) glory...<br>
Anyway the boxing gloves are from the Alexander Wang x H&M collab and I'm not sure about how popular they really are, but I succesfully managed to purchase them! Yay me!!!<br>
They are only hanging around though, I never intended to use them anyway.<br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-53383218371505947952014-11-25T00:05:00.003+01:002014-11-25T00:17:53.022+01:00山葵ノ心<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMRVL2hAuWY?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/CMRVL2hAuWY?version=3&hl=ko_KR', '', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">1</span></a></div>
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Artistic pics from last weekend's dinner w A.<br>
No, but could I draw your attention to that un-beautiful wasabi heart?<br>
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I have some thoughts about that incident, but first it's story time.
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A. had heard of a goodlooking guy doing sushi at that bar, so we went to check him out. (Ok, screw that version, actually he's a buddy of my older bro, so she 'heard' it from me haha).<br>
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We entered and had to wait for a bit because there were no free tables, thus we had to slack around at the entrance with drinks.<br>
Then we were guided to our table, which actually was more like a long bench.<br>
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The owner of the restaurant asked me to follow her suddenly, I didn't get what was going on, but did as she said. Turns out she just guided me all around the long bench to my seat.<br>
But because my place had an unimpeded view of the bar and aforementioned handsome guy, hereby called S, while the other place was with one's back to it, A wanted to swap places. Which was quite an undertaking.<br>
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We ordered our stuff and received this plate which - to our amusement - came with this wasabi heart.<br>
Later we received matcha ice cream for free.<br>
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While we were dealing with our generous dessert real quick, cuz it was about time the restaurant closed, the owner approached us and asked where we were from.<br>
When we told her that we were both not locals, she yelled across the restaurant, 'Oh my god, boys, those two beauties not locals lah!!! Oh my god, girls, the guys were eyeing you two forever, wondering where you're from!! They even complain why not sit at the bar!!! Aiyo, I say got place already lucky enough liao! etc etc'<br>
And said boys, i.e. the whole staff were sitting alongside another bench which was facing us from the left~<br>
Imagine this, they were watching us like a movie!!! This has to be next-level embarrassing!! I just put my hair to one side and looked into the other direction /shakes head<br>
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Later A. told me sth about a family w a young kid sitting at the bar talking to the sushi guys and looking at us (or so).<br>
Then our waiter came to pick up our plate, turned around to serve us, but stopping midway looking at the place. He turned back to the sushi chefs like 'seriously guys?!', but when those didn't really react, proceded to serve us our food.<br>
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HAHAHAHAHA! Isn't that hilarious!!! I'm still lmfao-ing when I imagine those stupid guys kneading the fucking wasabi into a heart and the waiter's reaction!! Bwahahaha<br>
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Anyway the family was also observing our reaction and smiled at my friend when they saw that she saw the heart!!!<br>
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Actually a quite funny story right?<br>
But when I think back I have a bad feeling about the heart-shaped wasabi....<br>
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It was the first thing I noticed on the plate, different from my friend who said that she didn't notice it at all.<br>
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Now this really bothers me. Because I kinda have the feeling that it was the first thing I spotted, because somehow somewhere I expected it(?!)<br>
And how conceited would that fucking be?!<br>
It's disgusting!!!!<br>
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I don't even think I am pretty! I can be pretty during 1 out of 100.000 seconds and that's it!!! But most of the time I'm quite ugly even...<br>
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Also for my friend it was quite a big deal and we discussed the heart for quite a while, but had it been just me, or me dining with myself I wouldn't have given the heart any thoughts at all I think, because, I'm kinda used to those sort of happenings!!!<br>
Getting stuffs on the house, one sushi roll more than usual, sushi in a heart shape, or even just a mischievous wink from the chef - that's kinda the same for me<br>
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Which is also dam conceited!!!!<br>
For one it makes you feel special, but I also think it's not uncommon, especially for sushi chefs to deliver 'secret' messages with their sushi art, right?<br>
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But how arrogant does it make you if you take such things for granted... or rather find them so normal you don't really take notice of them at all?!<br>
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I don't want to be a bitch who thinks she deserves to be treated like that!!!!<br>
And I don't, god forbid, I don't ever!!!!<br>
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But I think it's also kind of an automatic protective mechanism of my psyche, cuz if I cared too much about such compliments, I'd go insane, cuz I'd feel incredibly uncomfortable (I hate compliments, which is the subject of another of my countless self-absorbed blog posts).<br>
So maybe it's that?<br>
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It's still stupid, but at least it doesn't make me a loathsome person!!<br>
I hate arrogance (except it's some tsundere ikemen haha)<br>
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HiAaZz... to even feel that those things are somewhat 'normal'.. As I said, I am not pretty, but admittedly, those things kind of happen 'often' to me.<br>
Which I wouldn't dare to say so myself, but on that night, my friend said, 'Those things only happen to me when I'm with you!' (which is seldom enough)....<br>
But since I'm not pretty, I think there's an 'attention-seeking way' about my demeanour... which I swear by god is never my intention!!!!<br>
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I think it's because I feel kinda insecure, especially when I'm in an unfamiliar environment, I want to appear confident and kinda make a big fuss out of my appearance (not with big actions, but in every small action I kinda put that extra bit of in-whatever-way-ever-so-slightly-unconscious-attention-seeking-something, that will catch people's eye ._.).<br>
And - btw men tend to easily confuse a conspicuous woman with a pretty one.... Men are so so dumb~ Let's say a super tasteless dressed woman with bright sparkly orange-purple snakeskin top, short, tight jeans skirt and slut heels is at a club, among normally sexy dressed girls, men will all swoon over the bitch with the lapse of taste, despite her ugliness and despite all other girls being (1000 times more) pretty!!!<br>
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So yeah, men confuse that in my case I think.... But it's all... like every other thing only a theory out of 1.000.000.<br>
But that sounds really plausible to me now that I think about it....<br>
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That's it!<br>
Please excuse the really LQ ugly pics, I forgot my cam and took those w my phone, which takes lousy pics when exposure is bad.<br>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-13253572894225492372014-11-06T18:25:00.001+01:002014-11-06T18:28:20.990+01:00Picking up the pieces <div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGXADMbJ6m4?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/fGXADMbJ6m4?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'Mi Amor', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">Mi Amor - 赤西 仁</span></a></div>
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Aftermath of Alexander Wang x H&M.<br>
I can literally hear the cinematographic silence, smell the smoke, the dust, the soot in the air, as an undistinguishable noise gets first imperceptibly then clearly louder, coughs, mournings and cries of the wounded and those who have lost.<br>
Through the smoke I start to make out creatures that had forgotten and now remember that they once were humans, crawling on the floor, staggering away, scattered to the four winds.<br>
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Some are holding onto their last treasures, leftovers from the great war that they gathered from the battleground, when the victorious had long left, leaving only unwanted trash behind.<br>
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<i><h6>Or something like this...</h6></i><br>
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She woke up this morning to a perfectly silent room, even the clock was removed for the ticking sound made it even harder for her to sleep.<br>
6.30 am.<br>
Nothing was unusual, everything was the same as when she went to bed the day before. Half asleep she look around her room.<br>
But then it suddenly hit her. It was announced for today at 10 am sharp. <br>
They proclaimed a fight. They proclaimed a battle. Everywhere. Here in the middle of the city. You VS<br>
The big thing.<br>
The ultimate something.<br>
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So I was reloading H&M's site for nearly 2 hours to no avail. Starting from 10 to 10am mind you!!!<br>
Why are people even visiting the site before the announced time?<br>
(Like me? Just to check? Are you...? Really?)<br>
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Anyway, I had started to agonize over what I should get yesterday, and after thinking everything through I decided that I needed the towels, and wanted the boxing gloves and could use the men's sweater or gift it to my brother.<br>
I don't know what magic internet other people possess but by the time I could shop in somewhat purpose-serving manner (every 10th reload would bring forth content!!) the sweater had sold out...<br>
<b>WHAT?</b> a menswear item?<br>
Seriously men get a bit too diva/ gay-ish these days....<br>
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I somehow managed to accidentally buy two sets of towels (dafuq) which I only realized minutes later. I went back to play Swedish roulette once more and successfully added the gloves to my haul.<br>
(But H&M is really cool, they let you edit your shopping <i>after</i> placing an order, and even add new items to that order and don't create a new order with extra shipping!!!!!)
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A bit sad about the sweater, because my bro surely needs some stuff, but oh well... I am victorious enough!!!<br>
I hope the things arrive before I leave on Thursday next week~<br>
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<i>Do you like green or black olives more? I love the black ones</i><br>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-72211640774199230622014-11-02T22:30:00.000+01:002014-11-03T01:03:50.857+01:00飽くまで人間ですから<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv5hYZF0q8o?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv5hYZF0q8o?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'モノクロのキス', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">モノクロのキス - SID</span></a></div>
I'm really really upset about the ending of <a href="http://kuroshitsuji.wikia.com/wiki/Kuroshitsuji:_Book_of_Circus" target="_blank">黒執事・サーカスの書</a>(Black Butler, Book of Circus)!!!!<br>
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I don't see any justification neither from Ciel's nor the mangaka's side to have people killed who could be rescued!!!<br>
<b>NOOOOOOOOOOOOO</b>, whatever you say, it is never the right thing to do! No no no no no no NOOOO!!!!<br>
These guys were friendly to him, ok they did terrible things, but they had their reasons! Reasons, which especially in anime world are very good exuses for murder!!!<br>
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Ciel could have rescued them all!!! But he chose to not give a fuck!!!!<br>
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Apart from that I'm really annoyed by the very last scene when he laughs out like mad, amused by the fact that humans or himself are worse than akumas!!!<br>
DAFUQ!!!<br>
Le me tell you one thing: Mangas who try to point out that humans are oh so bad are stupid!!!!<br>
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I see their retarded point: They think because people have a choice, it is all the more hidoi when they actually commit sins, as opposed to demons, because it lies in their nature!<br>
BULLSHIT!<br>
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For a damned little spoiled arrogant brat to assume such things (but that's actually only the mangaka's doing to piss me off even more), kids shouldn't act so high and mighty.<br>
Anyway, not that the speaker of such things changes the content. Imo it is absolutely senseless to assume things about the good- or bad-naturedness of mankind, because we humans are just being the way we exist.<br>
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Let me explain: Do you say this elephant or all elephants are evil because some mothers abandon their child after giving birth to them? Of course you don't, they are just animals, they do what they do. They don't think. They just act the way they were born with.<br>
Do you say pelicans are good, because they rip out their own flesh to feed their off springs? As much as we are prone to apply <i>human</i> (actually non-existent) features to their behaviour, we actually can't. The pelican isn't good, or bad. It is just behaving according to it's life (call it instinct or genes if you like to).<br>
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And haven't we all agreed on the fact that humans are animals, too?<br>
Yes, I know we reflect on our deeds, we decide on what to do and what to leave well alone, but are we really doing those things <b>against</b> our nature? Or are we not just also acting according to our instincts?<br>
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I say we humans, as well as all the other animals, are not free enough, to act on our own will.<br>
When some perverted murderer decides to <u><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saw_%28franchise%29" target="_blank">play a game</a></u> or <a href="target="_blank">a man thinks of a poor woman who is willing to give away her little everything</a>, are they actually pushing the boundaries of human capacities?<br>
Or isn't whatever a human does part of humanity as well?<br>
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We can't act beyond our possibilities, everything we do, however beneficial or harmful, is part of our existence.<br>
Therefore one can't say, <i>'Human are the most cruel creatures of them all, because we kill for joy'</i> or compare us to demons, <i>'See we are worse than akumas. That is how humans are.'</i> as much as we can't pit animal behaviour patterns against our own thinking. Animals are just what they are, we cannot say god or bad, and humans (as animals) are also what we are. Neither this nor that.<br>
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I'm sick of animes or mangakas trying to provoke or be especially modern/ rebellious by coming up with such an obvious and lame message. There are just too many....<br>
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One last thing about Ciel.<br>
I totally understand his wish to take revenge for what happened to him and as a kid I was also convinced that I'd personally slaughter anybody who'd kill my family.<br>
And although it's quite abnormal for a such person to do so, we are in anime land, so it's ok.<br>
<b>BUT</b> I find his arrogant behaviour really annoying. I comprehend a certain degree as a necessary feature to follow through with his vengeance, and that even a little more arrogance is necessary to make the character <i>likeable/ provokable enough to be in a manga</i>, but he is even more and that's just impossible!!!<br>
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He is far too self-absorbed to be published, especially for his age (or maybe he is like that just because of his age...)<br>
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Although his revenge is his sole purpose in life, I can't see why this allows him to put others in the same or even worse misery he has been myself.<br>
If your revenge would turn you into a worse person than your wrongdoers than you absolutely have to back off.<br>
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In his great wish to avenge the death of his parents and his own fate Ciel's doesn't care about the amount of corpses that pave his way to his goal and as long as those corpses belong to 'bad' persons I don't care. But how dare he even murdering good people?<br>
He is so wrong.. So wrong..... .____________________.<br>
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飽くまで人間ですから<br>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-43417945756936140692014-10-20T19:54:00.000+02:002014-10-20T22:33:51.868+02:00Can I get this?<a href="http://sabrinasue.blogspot.com.es/2013/08/keep-calm-and-party-with-blackberry.html" target="_blank"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlEC3mEA_BF_jssxp37bWFcYcYc7EHh-4xBWfQ6yBQv4hUazmIeWS9fDqDLI-KDngIRwjCbfVwfd7RVkiILwvt5KW5hd-rcU51MJYe3Fg-0JBtCEXdgcIcRGMpxR214IaR3iUIVpqJ2CE/s1600/bbwl.jpg"/></a>
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<div class="offt">You you are definitely getting really old when all you want for birthday is <b>nothing</b>.<br>
No, wait, let's see...<br>
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No, really nothing.<br>
Aaahh <u>money</u>, gimme all your money.<br>
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Ok, so here's a really desperate attempt to save my childhood by putting up a wishlist~ Oh my!<br>
(unfortunately that doesn't mean I pick a bunch of pink plushes or glitter pens, too - Mission failed)</div><br>
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for a grown-up and disillusioning start a little riddle involving very much logical adult thinking:<br>
winter is coming, I don't own any serious scarf since I grew out elementary school, it's going to be cold I NEED A SCARF<br>
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<h6>pictured: <a href="http://www.acnestudios.com/shop/women/accessories/canada-grey-melange.html" target="_blank">Acne Canada grey melange</a></h6>
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A white shearling black leather moto jacket that is.<br>
The ONLY jacket I like so far, cuz really I'm a coat-addict.<br>
But I'm obsessed with this jacket.<br>
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<h6>pictured: <a href="http://www.acnestudios.com/catalogsearch/result/?q=velocite" target="_blank">Acne Velocite</a></h6>
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I don't need another bag. But I wouldn't say 'No' to this classic, yet girly pop of colour to make monochrome less monochrome.<br>
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<h6>pictured: <a href="https://www.cambridgesatchel.com/buy/seasonal-colours-for-her/peach-pink/" target="_blank">The Cambridge Satchel Company Satchel in Peach Pink</a></h6>
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Another thing I don't need. Perfumes are still too adultly for me. But after my friend and I pinpoint this fragrance to be like the flavour of avocado shake, I think IF I'd were to express my youthfulness with a scent, it would be Daisy.<br>
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<h6>pictured: <a href="http://www.marcjacobs.com/daisy-eau-de-toilette-3.4-oz/DAISY+3.4EDT.html?dwvar_DAISY%203.4EDT_color=000&cgid=women-marc-jacobs-fragrance" target="_blank">MARC JACOBS Daisy Eau de Toilette</a></h6>
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Lastly, a wish that counts as a child's wish: these absolutely stunning shining silver brushes by Queenie Chan (my idol). Also 'The patented handle is made of aluminium and it can be used for facial massage' for some of them.<br>
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<h6>pictured: SO brushes by <a href="http://www.sobyqueeniechan.com/so-brushes/" target="_blank">SO by Queenie Chan</a></h6>
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go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-13641153205051188842014-10-14T21:09:00.001+02:002014-10-14T21:24:57.674+02:00Give Love<div class="listen"><script type="text/javascript">document.write(music);</script> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGV93DsT7_o?version=3&hl=ko_KR" onClick="songwin=dhtmlwindow.open('song', 'iframe', 'http://www.youtube.com/v/WGV93DsT7_o?version=3&hl=ko_KR', 'Give Love', 'width=640px,height=390px,left=300px,top=100px'); return false"><span class="top">Give Love - Akdong Musician</span></a></div>
A little something I recalled during last night!<br>
First of all paiseh for being so self-absorbed all the time <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bbow.gif">, I really should blog about Ebola <s>or Jonghoon</s>, but alas, this space is only intended for me, me and me.<br>
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The reason why the degree of self-absorbed shit varies is because I think I spam 90% of it on twitter. Which is not good. Takes away my blogging material.<br>
So I will stop writing so much on twitter but more here.<br>
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Enough! <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bsing.gif"><br>
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So I remembered that -<br>
Ok really damn paiseh, let's pretend this happened really a long time ago. Really long time. Like the life before last <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bcoy.gif"><br>
Or better we will pretend that it didn't happen yet. Maybe in 6 lives it will happen. (But I'm in my 8th life now so I can still talk in the past form).<br>
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<div class="offt">A and I were sitting on a certain bridge. With a friend.<br>
We were wearing heels and sitting on this higher (and wide) platform thing which spans along the bridge.<br>
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You know climbing up that platform is no biggie with heels. You just jump and then prop yourself with your hands/arms and turn around (or if your arms are too weak/ you can't jump high enough you 'climb' along the wall a bit, works with heels). I know a shitty explanation, just imagine how you get out a pool (without a ladder).<br>
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The problem is when you want to get down. You have to jump. But how would risk to jump down with heels? Confirm break your ankles!!!<br>
You could put off your heels of course, but that's really too much + the floor also kinda dirty.<br>
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Ok, so this friend helped my friend down (I don't think any of us agreed to have him help us despite having no other option to get down).<br>
The thing with me is - people who know me for some time know it - I can't be touched anywhere around my waist.<br>
I am sensitive as fuck there. I will scream, gasp very loudly and dramatically or maybe the worst gasp-moan <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bthink.gif"> (which hasn't happen in a long time /touch wood).<br>
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So let's say you are my friend (female) and a guy would help you down this platform. How? <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bques.gif"><br>
Of course the guy will have to grab you around your waist and lift you down right?<br>
I was wearing a crop top. But hey! I survived being lifted down, that's not what I wanted to talk about.<br>
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The thing is that when I 'touched down' I <u>fucking stumbled</u> <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bsleepy.gif"><img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bblue.gif"><br>
Which to this date I find very embarrassing. Like my friend (at least seemed to) landed fine with no problems. The way it should be. He lifted her down and there she stood. From A to B.<br>
I absolutely too stupid to stand. How could I not manage to just keep my feet straight so that I could be placed on the ground just like that?!<br>
Maybe that was due to the suddenness of being forced to be grabbed at my waist and lifted down.</div><br>
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Then yesterday night I noticed that actually <i>the girl stumbles</i>. Right? <b>The girl always stumbles!</b> And then fall against the guy's chest somemore.<br>
Luckily that didn't happen due to my quick reaction and my embarrassment of not being able to simply stand.<br>
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But the point is, it is - in a twisted way - not right if I had stood firmly, but I should have rather dunno fainted hahahahaha.<br>
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I find it funny that it seemed so absolutely embarrassing to me at first, but now I realize, you can also see it differently.<br>
Some girls stumble on purpose what? (I'm thinking <a href="http://youtu.be/wlLpjvcqTRw?t=48s" target="_blank">Sailor Moon</a>) (I love Rei + Mamo-chan).<br>
In stories it might seem somewhat romantic, but in real life it is <i>very unglam</i> <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bsleepy.gif"> I mean stumbling is not gracious.<br>
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To end this ridiculous entry a scene from the making off of Akdong Musicians <i>Give Love</i> MV:<br>
the girl has to act like she's tripping out of that merry-go-round carriage oh-so-accidently into her crushes arms~ aahh~<br>
but she just can't ㅋㅋ very cute!<br>
And that proves that I am right, stumbling is desirable! My life is like a music video! All girls should stumble!! <img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii248/aiipan/eico/bidea.gif"><br>
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<b>Chu, Ailing</b>
go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-63247268391352461472014-10-13T19:27:00.001+02:002014-10-13T19:29:03.002+02:00the club<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiSZq7stOIA16VXkBT4cPjO41mdSLcn5WUPFs2B6Fpz-wQgxcMzpUFrafZwyH4D9APDtBiKZGMqTXHVny90RHvhN-OClVK1AVrvhVZasJofN0G2hyphenhyphen4PIDnUFITzVyfW5LXzvZ6gppzyGh/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg" rel="lightbox[bb]"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiSZq7stOIA16VXkBT4cPjO41mdSLcn5WUPFs2B6Fpz-wQgxcMzpUFrafZwyH4D9APDtBiKZGMqTXHVny90RHvhN-OClVK1AVrvhVZasJofN0G2hyphenhyphen4PIDnUFITzVyfW5LXzvZ6gppzyGh/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg" /></a><br>
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Just two pics I took while staying at <a href="http://theclub.com.sg/" target="_blank">The Club Hotel</a>.<br>
I find the colours and the gadgets funny.<br>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">We Are Handsome 'The Pantera' beach towel, MICHAEL Michael Kors phone wristlet</span>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-31922264080242762762014-10-11T22:27:00.000+02:002014-10-11T22:29:36.310+02:00BlaLet's see if I can blog with a tablet. <br><div>Over the weekend I'm at my parents' and now I realize that I have nothing to do.</div><div>Except that I can blog. (or sleep)</div><div><br></div><div>An unsettling story.</div><div>Came up with this shit the other day.</div><div><br></div><blockquote><div>Once upon a time there was a boy. Everyone loved him as he was always laughing and made people laugh with his cuteness. Although his family was poor he was a happy child.</div><div>But he couldn't do very well in school, because unfortunately he wasn't very smart and finally dropped out. On that day he tried to find a job, but nobody wanted to hire him because he had no degree. </div><div>Weeks past and still the boy didn't manage to find work. He started to drink and wasted the little money he had left gambling. </div><div><br></div><div>The old restaurant owner of the small restaurant not far from the boy's house pitied the boy. He was still young and shouldn't waste his life.</div><div>One day he went to offer the boy to become a dishwasher at his restaurant. Not that he necessarily needed one or could really afford it, but he just wanted to give the boy something to do. </div><div><br></div><div>Once the boy started to work he was changed. He stopped drinking and doing nonsense all together and became the best and most responsible employee of the old man. Although he only washed the dishes, he took extreme pride in his job and always gave his best. All the other workers there, the old woman at the bar, the granddaughter of the old man who was a waitress and even the dog who was always lying next to the entry, everyone was fond of him. He was not very clever, but very cheerful and nice to everyone and had other good qualities as well, like being very modest.</div><div>Often they would tease him, 'Why don't you buy new shoes huh? You want to save money until become millionaire?' But the boy just smiled and didn't answer.</div><div>It was true that he didn't spend the little money he earned for anything. He didn't need much as he had always been poor. Food and drinks were already provided by the good people at the restaurant. <br></div><div><br></div><div>Time past and one day as the boy looked at all his savings he found that he had to give back something to the old restaurant owner to express his deep gratitude. </div><div>He worked harder than ever and it became his greatest wish to repay the old man, who was good to him.</div><div><br></div><div>He started to brood on a good present for him, something that would be useful and make his life easier. </div><div>Then finally the boy had saved enough money to buy the present he had thought off. </div><div>He went to the big department store and returned with a dishwasher. </div></blockquote><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>LOL</div><div>Yes I know the story is very retarded. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Talking about money. </div><div>A few months ago I ordered this lamp. Well those who read that certain blog entry know that I'm obsessed with neon lights.</div><div>I bought 3 Seletti neon letters - XXX. As Seletti does designer, the letters are seriously overpriced. One costs around 55 but you also need a transformer for around another 55 bucks. This would make my lamp 200+ already. </div><div>But I got mine for around 130 only as I chanced upon this offer by monoqi. Or not.</div><div><br></div><div>Cuz that was end of May. And the lamp was supposed to be shipped around the beginning of July. </div><div>Well, nada. I mailed and spammed their Facebook without any reply. I cursed them on twitter to no avail.</div><div>I filed a report in PayPal. </div><div>Finally someone responded telling me they would send my parcel. It never arrived (I think it either doesn't fit into the PO box thing or idk I didn't went to pick it up because I never received a SMS to do so). Anyway the status of the tracking never was 'received', so eventually PayPal returned my money. </div><div>At that time I couldn't care less, since I also didn't want the lamp anymore if it's really so troublesome. </div><div><br></div><div>Then suddenly mid September I receive a mail from the shop telling me they shipped the parcel but it got returned and if my address was correct or do I want to change it.</div><div>???</div><div>Of course I change one lar, can get the lamp for ZERO money! (I was staying at my parent's so change to their address).</div><div>They send again, but it also never arrive! Fucking unable can?! I message asking whether tracking lags (read 'shipment order received' or so forever) and they tell me it was returned again and they gave me wrong tracking number also.... ccb</div><div>So yes the lamp was shipped out again and this time I finally received it. wtf</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>But I got for free la so actually cannot complainㅋㅋ</div><div>A 200 bucks lamp for fucking free!!!!</div><div>Next week I ask my bro to mount for me! Woohooo~</div><div>Shall take pics.</div><div><br></div><div>Talking abt my bro, he actually made me change my fb do pic! </div>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756414530760920292.post-89363356347134867182014-10-09T17:57:00.003+02:002014-10-09T18:03:49.567+02:00涙Wao lao! The title so drama one!<br>
Just a quickie before I off to school!!! (OTL)<br>
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My entries get more and more self-obsessed... But that's exactly <b>the point</b> isn't it? (omg what's w this friggin point...)<br>
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Anw, ytd night I have been thinking about one of the many points which don't make me very feminine (aka shu nu!).<br>
For one my annoying deep and loud voice and the many un-nice terms I knock out every two FUCK.<br>
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Then, different from my girl friends, I don't easily cry.<br>
I actually never cry.<br>
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Who of my friends saw me cry? (Actually all, since I don't have many, but yeah... they have been with me for 10+ yrs, soo)<br>
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But how often? <b>ONCE</b><br>
(if you don't count A. who knows me as a malicious, spoiled brat who cried every day at least thrice)<br>
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But I'm talking crying about sad or scary thing?!<br>
No, Sir, not me.<br>
(I did tear up/ half cry during Troy and I'm still <u>on the verge of tearing up</u> (only!) whenever Priam goes to seek Achilles)
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Here are the two occasions on which I cried publicly:<br>
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The 5 of us were staying in a dance camp at that time. (long time ago).<br>
We actually lived in a apartment kind of place, with 3 bedrooms.<br>
I and a friend stayed together, then well, Cy and another friend T., and one of our friend stayed alone.<br>
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Cy somehow didn't like to stay w T that one night and wanted to stay w me. So in the evening everyone kinda gathered at my room, except for T.<br>
She was kind of angry or so and I don't remember what she did.<br>
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We talked random crap for a very long time when we noticed that T had been in the bathroom for quite a while and flushing water.<br>
We asked her what she was doing I think, but she didn't really reply or so, just asking us to leave her alone, or said nothing... idk sth like that.<br>
(I guess we might have been loudly whispering about what she was doing)
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After more time passed and she was still in the bathroom we started to worry and asked her to come out, which she refused to do.<br>
But she would laugh madly. Like really crazy. The crazy witches in the movies cannot quite laugh as mad as she did.<br>
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I started to panick and told everyone if they had noticed that in the last days her laughter had change, from normal to gradually getting more and more maniac. (That is true!)<br>
The others agreed and I (being a stupid pre-teen) started to say that maybe she was changing into a witch. That in reality she was sth evil or so (siao I know, forgive me!)<br>
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The other girls also started to panic and one of us cried. We told her not to cry and that there must be sth very normal going on. After a while she calmed down.<br>
But T was still in the bathroom acting weird. And we worried a lot.<br>
Somehow another of us cried. We all pacified her while demanding her to come out.<br>
Again the second friend stopped to cry and we all kinda continued with our girl's talk, while still being very confused about T.<br>
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Finally the 3rd friend cried (Note: I was nowhere near crying, though scared nonetheless. But I just don't feel any 'reason' any 'urge' to cry. Like ok, I'm scared, but cry? Far away from crying! While all my friends cried already!!).<br>
I think we all told T. sth like, 'T. come out! We are all v scared of your behaviour! Look, Cy is crying!!' But T. wouldn't listen.<br>
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<b><font size="3">Then suddenly she jumped into out room, her face distorted, screaming!!!!</font></b><br>
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We freaked out like mad, ran out to find the older girls, yelling and trying to explain to them what happend all at the same time.<br>
Finally our dance teacher came to find T.<br>
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She told us that T. was crying and that we should all go to bed.<br>
We went back to our dorms. But still gathered at my room.<br>
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Now, suddenly when everything was over. I kinda break down and cry! DAFUQ?!<br>
Very siao right? Suddenly cry cause of nothing.... Tsk.. Drama much...</blockquote>
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The 2nd time was only recently (thus this blog entry). God, before I didn't cry in like 10 years or so!!!<br>
So we were saying goodbye at the airport.<br>
My friend, A was already very near crying as we drove there, telling me that she had a lump in her throat.<br>
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Ok, I felt nothing. I know I wouldn't cry, just like when you want to buy bread and why should you cry?<br>
I know this was goodbye, that we had a wonderful time, that I will miss my friend and like them very much and yeah... facts. Like, heck facts, nothing else....<br>
Ok, wait I felt terrible. But really ok, mentally yes, but also and more present - physical pain. Like sick and cannot breath (I have breathing problems during sensitive moments)<br>
But hell, no crying, feel nothing near to crying.<br>
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My friend started to silently cry into her hoodie. She buried her face in it and we just knew she was crying. The others were comforting her. I felt nothing. Really.<br>
Ok, A got a grip and she said to me, '<u>Ok, let's go</u>'.<br>
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That kind of triggered it but, no! Not yet!<br>
Someone made a joke, I half laughed half cried. I think if anyone noticed the half crying part at the moment, they must think I totally crazy already.<br>
I had to make the laugh kinda loud and hysteric to literally laugh down the crying.<br>
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Bla bla a few minutes later she said it again '<u>Let's go!</u> (and as I'm writing this I'm feeling the pain... eargh)<br>
This time, although I wanted to silently cry like A. I totally couldn't!!<br>
Do you know it when you start to cry you and you have no air inside your lungs (breathing problems) you have to take a deep breath otherwise you idk... suffocate?<br>
I guess this doesn't make any sense, so I just had to breath in. But couldn't do so quietly, since I needed so much air to breath in and I had to cry haha<br>
So finally I breathed in, it fucking sounded very dramatic I guess and then it was too late and I was sobbing my heart out hahahaha<br>
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Like I was not tearing or crying I was weeping somewhat loudly.<br>
Until I calmed down then when we really left I burst out again. Very short only.</blockquote>
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This makes me wonder about how easily and how often people cry.<br>
I certainly don't cry often when sad.<br>
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I rather cry when I'm angry. When I'm angry I'm bursting out with tears any time (I actually 'cried' only a few days before cause of my very charming parents messaging me with fucking tasks while I'm on the other side of the globe. But that I can do silently!<br>
During times when I fight often with other people I also 'cry' very often. Not because I especially sad or so, I just can't stop it.<br>
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On the other hand, I guess when people cry while fighting it is also some kind of sadness?<br>
Sadness that the other party doesn't understand you, or doesn't want to understand you, that they treat you unfair and don't care for you at all. That you can't make them understand!<br>
Something like that...<br>
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Oh I suddenly remember, actually I started to think about 'crying' when I watched Jessica and Krystal's reality show and Jessica said that both of them don't cry when sad, but only when angry...<br>
Ok, that's it.<br>
<b>Chu, Ailing</b>go_jenghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394572094920996262noreply@blogger.com0