scarves.

My mum hasn't been off my case about how 'youngsters don't know what they're talking about' when she sees new trends. And I really think she's right, because almost everything coming up now are just returns of the retro style, from the 80s/ 70s??

( More pictures )

I've been seeing quite a lot of it in school. I have no real opinion on it, because it's not the accessory, it's the way your wear it. Though it is a bit strange to see people wearing almost nothing (butt-revealing hotpants and spaghetti straps then a scarf?!) with it.

Actually all in all, it's strange to go out in a sweltering heat and then encounter someone wearing a scarf. I guess it's in the way you tie it?

People keep money for the sake of living through tomorrow.
For the sake of talking about tomorrow, people have friends.
For the sake of looking forward tomorrow, they love.
For the sake of living tomorrow, they have life.
People and life exists and has meaning.

The world has meaning because tomorrow exists.

...Turning one's back to tomorrow...

A lack in courage, a lack in facing and accepting what's coming tomorrow.

Why are people afraid?
Pain, loss, death?
Why do people fear this things?

Is it because they don't know, what will happen? They lose certainty and they fear.

The root of fear is the unknown...

So they'll remain perpetually ignorant.

That's tomorrow.

"What will tomorrow be like?"

That is a Geoduck.
Apparently it is used in Chinese and Thai cuisine, and tastes nice.

...Doesn't really change the ick factor though. It looks like an infant's leg. *shudder*

That aside! Doing a meme from Jarrel's blog:

7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

1. I eat the same thing for breakfast-- have eaten the same thing for breakfast (when I do eat breakfast) for the past 6 years.

2. I have a love-hate relationship with books because I love reading them but I hate finishing them. So I just don't read.

3. I sing Celine Dion and Evanesence and random opera arias at the top of my lungs when no-one's at home. That aside, that's the only time I actually sing.

4. I got through to the finals of my secondary school's Dunman Idol. Which I didn't turn up for, claiming to be sick. BLACKMAILLL.

5. If inspiration strikes, I draw anything on anywhere. I have a plastic file full of random quick sketches done on tissue paper/ serviettes/ receipts. That aside, people usually find it creepy when I do this.

6. When I was in P3, I fell in a playground accident, and hit my forehead against the see-saw corner. I looked like a luohan for a week and got rushed to E&A at Changi Hospital. Till now I still have a bump on my forehead when I frown :(

7. I want to travel and get lost and have people never find me again. Which means lifelong travelling and learning new things and seeing the world. And therefore learning as many languages as I can. *_*

( etc etc etc )

The coloured version is ( under this cut ) but it looks so washed out, that it really looks better when black and white. *shrug*

This was taken a long while back at Pasir Ris beach. One of those moods haha.

I posted this over at the other journal a while back, but it's here now. For public viewing. 'Cause, you know. Attention whore and all that. *shrugs*

Taken from Boat Quay, while we were eating at some awesome Mexican restaurant♥ They have the bestbestbest Mint Lamb. They're only open late afternoon to evening, though. And the rooftop is in high demand, so you have to go really early, or wait for a table.


Supreme Court, and the. Singapore Museum, I think?

( 4 x 600*450 images )

I kinda want to take pictures of people, but whenever I take my camera out, I can feel them walk away from me. :T And. I feel kinda weird and stalkery taking pics of random strangers.

I didn't realize it was Valentine's Day today until I realized my phone was on silent, and that I'd received 14 messages including or alluding to the commercialized lovers' day.


...I WAS WONDERING WHY THERE WERE SO MANY DAMN FLOWERS ON THE DAMN BUS.

As a result, I'm at home today with a red, runny nose and nonstop sneezing.
BY DOSE HURDS.


People should have more consideration for those who have allergies to pollen. =_=;
Give roses, or irises or jasmines, or something!
WHO THOUGHT OF GIVING DAISIES. AREN'T THEY FOR THE DEAD?

dnfjdsnfjsdkfs
...sdupid romandic asses. by doseeeeee.


*sneeze*
*sniffle*


On another note, Happy V-day Han~♥
I wish I could make you chocolates, but I can't.
So... My wishes that you had an extra-wonderful day today.

x)

I have....
lost my entire mac to an emergency reformatting.

In the process of which I have...
lost my macromedia suite (dreamweaver, flash, contribute, fireworks)
my adobe suite (acrobat, photoshop, imageready, illustrator, freehand)
my office (MSWord, MSPowerpoint, MSExcel and what have you)

And I don't have...
my projects, which include
my edited film.
all my music needed for said film.
my website I BACKED IT UP OMAIGOLLYGOSH ♥

my dignity?

...No sleep for me.

Happy Lunar New Year.

Happy Birthday Han~
I wish I could spend it with you.
I wish I could do something with/ for you.
I wish I could make you smile.
I wish I could act upon this silly wishes, but until then,
you have my best wishes, for what they're worth.

♥

I'm sorry to be honest, to be painfully blunt, and let me say beforehand that I have no intention whatsoever to make anyone feel bad, or to indicate any bad feelings on my part.

Just that.

I kind of really can't wait for this semester to end, so that I can have a fresh batch (at least, mostly fresh, since I know you guys are gonna follow me to my next tutorial group anyway) of classmates, so I can have a fresh start, and not make any emotional ties, because dammit, it's hard.

I swore to myself that when I got to poly, I wouldn't make the same mistakes I did when I was in Secondary school. But it seems it happened anyway.

I made friends.

I got emotionally attached, and then it became difficult for me to become the seriously-in-control-bitch that I wanted to be. In the end, in my own way, I came to love my classmates for who they were, each and every one of them in the way that I had been shown.

I do wish I'd get a better hold on myself soon.

Friends are friends, work is work. I need to know that. I really, really, really do.

Before it's too late, and it's 2005 all over again.

Sorry for the depression/ introspective post everyone.

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!

I need to get in touch with my sec sch mates again, soon. :]

As a sidenote, I really can't stop listening to this song. :]

And onto the post, which is, really, just because I'm procrastinating, and really just don't like marketing. D: It's. It's... Almost on the same level as Maths. But it's not, because, hey, nothing's as painful as Maths. *wince*

Onto the meme! (Stolen from xxheadclub 8D)

What Adrianna Garcia Means

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.

You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.

People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.

You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.



You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.

You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.

A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

True, y/n/maybe? Hahaha, I'm actually quite agreeable on this. Especially the paranoid part. Ugh.

Back to marketing, nowwwww~
(hatehatehatehateneverwanttodothisagainthisissodisagreeablewthisIMCanyway?!)

WHY. WHY. WHY DOES MY SCHOOL HAVE AN AGENDA REGARDING KEEPING ME AND MY SLEEP APART?

;_;

No sleep last night. Literally.

Well. I kinda napped from 2am to 4.30am and woke up to finish WebGraph and do final stuff for Marketing and omg I have to be going to school now. At 5.30am. ;_;

AFTER TODAY I SHALL COLLAPSE.

Oh man...

*can't wait for this to finish so she can sleep*



...It's disgusting, but I realise I bathed before going to school, and SINCE THEN I HAVE BEEN WEARING THE SAME THING. I completely forgot and slept in it... >_<

Need to go change sheets later asfncjdsnfsj.

Just got out of my Location Production exam.

Err.. I didn't know you could write essays on filming theory and filming procedure, but apparently, you very much can. And I wrote eleven. Haha, I just really hope that I pass, I felt weird cause the venue was freezing and I was done, but nobody else was, so I was the first to hand in my paper.

...Which is really daunting, knowing that the teacher knows and probably thinks I'm super confident with my answers, or something. Bleah.

Anyhow whack, la. xD;;

DJOKOVIC. WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN
GOOOOOOOOOOO

PLEASEWINKTHXXXX

-edit-
sfnsjdgnsfjk NOOOOO FIRST SET TO TSONGA WTFF >;_;<
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHERRRRRR
nsvjksfvbnfjsbfskjvbs

*jumping up and down on couch*

-edit-
YESSSS!!!!!
He won he won he won he won ;u;

omg this has been one of the best matches to watch.
there was no clear, decided winner.
and both of them deserved the trophy, it's just that, i liked him more. xD;

yes♥

'To achieve this, and to give our students a realistic feel of the dynamic
and demanding media industry that our faculty hail from, we make
no apologies for seriously stretching our students mentally and physically.'

Taken from my school website. They weren't kidding.

...I have to re-do my entire advertising thing, after designing all from bus ads to interior ads to outdoor ads, and everything is so last minute, it's not even funny. My Saturday is gone, and we probably will have meeting Sunday morning, so my weekend is non-existant, and on Monday the first lecture on exam papers is 8am meaning I have to leave my house by 6, and that just means no sleep.

I'm so dead.

So many truths, half-truths, ambiguities, blurred edges, grey lines, so many words that mean nothing and everything else but what it's supposed to.

So many lies, to to others, to people dear to me, to complete strangers, to myself.

It's actually quite amusing.

...But is that a lie, too?


When one’s heart fills up, what happens?

Does it overflow? If it does, where does everything go? The feelings, the thoughts, the memories, the love, where does it all disappear to, does it remain in us, filling our veins and our cells till it surrounds us?

Does our heart burst, unable to keep everything inside? When that happens, would it hurt, or would it be like an inexplicable high?

Does it never fill up, because nobody can be that happy, that loved, that special, that lucky?

Or maybe, it won’t even fill up, because we’re selfish, and nothing is ever enough.

Apparently I'm quite useless, so to be at least helpful in any one manner, I just excused myself from being in the way of everyone else for filming.


I'm sticking with my paperwork.

I SWEAR. I SWEAR THAT IF ANYONE PUSHES ME AT THE RIGHT TIME, AND I'VE BEEN HOLDING EVERYTHING IN FOR THE F*CKING PAST MONTH AND IF YOU REALLY WANT ME TO SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY, YOU'D BETTER BE PREPARED TO HEAR IT, BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE THE TRUTH AND IT'S NOT GOING TO BE PLEASANT.

I'M DOING BEING PLEASANT.

I'M DONE BEING THE ONE HAVING TO GO BETWEEN PEOPLE.

JUST BECAUSE I'M 'EASY' DOESN'T MEAN I'M AN OBJECT.

I'M NOT A DAMN TELEPHONE.

IF YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING, SAY IT, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO, DAMMIT. AND I'M NOT MINCING WORDS.

THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE, JUST IN CASE YOU GUYS HAVEN'T NOTICED.

IDK, BUT, DON'T YOU ALL SEE JUST HOW SCREWED YOU ARE?


...This is where procrastination gets you. You can make fun of how 'eager' I am to do work, but look where you are now. I'd probably laugh, but I'm sure if I close my eyes, I might just start crying.

If this is where being nice gets me,

I'LL STOP.

Maybe when I feel like it, I'll stop being bitchy.

Maybe.

I swear, my life would be really funny and ridiculous, if only it weren't my life.

Locvid meeting was cancelled, so I'm sitting at home finishing some Graphcomm stuff. Later I've to go to school anyway to give tours, so I guess I can't really relax yet. Ah well. It'll be a good distraction.

"Hi, I'm Adrianna, I'll be your touring you through what will be your biggest migraine trigger if you ever manage to get into this course♥ If you've never suffered from migraines before, good for you! You'll find out what it's like."

"Honestly speaking, when my seniors told me it'd be slack and fun, I believed them.
...
...
...I'm not going to copy them and lie to you."

Seriously a lot of people seem to have misconceptions that poly isn't as stressful as JC.

I guess it's what each student makes out of it. If you really slack and just try to pass each module without really aiming for an A, then I guess it's 'fun'. But if you seriously want to get good GPAs and aim for scholarships, then I guess it isn't.

But really, if you don't love what you do, you'll be jumping off the 9th floor in no time.
Or suffering nervous breakdowns.
Of just mentally blacking out.
Or dropping out of the course (and therefore wasting a considerable amount of time.)

...I'm such a damn masochist, it's almost funny. (If only it weren't me. Haha.)

I was talking to Joshie last night... And damn, we really should compile a top ten list of 'What You Need To Survive In Mass Comm'. Or maybe 'A Recipe For Keeping Your Sanity For Your Three Years (and maybe even more)'. Idek.

1. Have a panache for working under pressure cos that's the only kinda conditions you're gonna work under.
And if you don't know what panache means, well, you should. Shame on you and your A in english!

2. Have a face as thick as your marketing textbook and the imperturbability of a priest. Because being in FMS seems to improve your vision. You see idiots all the time, even where there didn't use to be any.

3. ... I kinda run out of steam. Because FMS just drains you like that. Lol.

All in all, I love this course, but damn if I don't feel like tearing my hair out at least once a day. Or maybe tearing someone else's scalp off, but that would mean actually touching another person. Ick.

DUCK. DUCK. DUCK. DUCK. DUCK. DUCK.

DUCK!!!!

Quack quack marketing quack.

I kinda want to just. Tear everything up and run away to study for whatever exams I have already DDDD:

PLEASE SIGN ME UP FOR PA, NOW!

8DDDDD

I got a 7.5/10 for my Marketing, which is kinda unexpected (I was hoping to just hit 5, if possible), since I didn't study. At all.

KAAAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKA

*runs off laughing*

*trips over project things-to-do*


...T_T
Ah well.

After badminton, I felt like a whale.

...Maybe not a whale-- a fish. A fish sounds nicer. xD;

I ran into the net twice, and I dived after the shuttle while playing before class and managed to bruise/ skin my right knee. D: We didn't have any of those large knee plasters at home (we had several Disney Princesses printed ones though, I have no idea where the hell those came from lol) so I just put antiseptic cream on it and went off.

Eugh.

An hour later, I reach Clementi and stand up and *@($^@(*$^@(*#$^@ the fabric of my jeans stuck to the *(^$%# wound, tearing out whatever skin had healed overnight.

*(%^@*($&@*($%^@#

PAINFUL.




P.S.
I swear the PA people are rubbing off on me. I've a Marketing quiz today and I didn't study anything except for the chapters 6-8. Seeing as it's Marketing... DDDD: