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Nightmare in Melbourne

2006-02-28T22:37:00.000+11:00

Well it's about time I updated. On the 1st of February, I arrived in Melbourne. Cold shivering and not knowing where exactly to go, me and a friend, Jon just decided to get our pick up service to send us to Global Village student accommodation. We were not looking for a long term place but rather a place to live in while we hunt for apartments. The rent was about $800 per week for a 2 bedroom apartment which was priced ridiculously high! Apparently they only give lower rent to people who stay longer term. If we sign a contract to live there for 6 months, we'll pay about $360 per week. You see the difference? We decided not to take it but had nowhere else to go.

For me I could always stick with my initial plan which was to bunk in with Edna while doing my house hunting. But I can't possibly leave Jon right? He supposedly cancelled his accommodation because 'I told him to' according to him. I made it entirely clear that he should only cancel when we get global.

Luckily for us we had a saviour and to this date he still is my saviour. I met this guy Jake from the pre-departure seminar provided by IDP Singapore. He was the President of the Student Association of Singapore in Victoria. He told me that if I had no way out, I could get a key from his friend Ching since we will arrive 12 hours earlier than him. We could crash at his apartment which was empty because his housemates moved out.

I've been busy looking for a decent apartment here and the rental rates are ridiculous. Apartment hunting is really tough in Melbourne. Back home, the real estate agents try to lease out apartments as soon as they can but over here, we have to literally hunt the agents down! So here's how it works, these real estate agents don't get paid on a commission basis, they are on payroll! So why work so hard if you're going to get paid anyway? I can just take my own sweet time to lease out the apartments. Who's to blame? I mean they're humans afterall right? The system is seriously screwed.

Still Here

2005-09-28T01:59:00.000+10:00

Sharon was here. I'm still alive. Those of you who wished I was dead, well tough luck. Will update again 'soon'.

A Day In The Life

2005-05-24T17:21:00.000+10:00

Had a sudden urge to blog even though I know there would be no substantial content in this post. A mellow day in the life of a self-indulgent bitch. I'm feeling so disconnected today. I've had better days. I just got back from Peace Centre. Printed my name cards for the graduation exhibition. 100 pieces for 18 bucks. Quite a bargain. Been contemplating if I should design a display holder for the cards. LAZY!

So I was talking to my Mom earlier about my nicotine addiction. She wants me to get rid of it before I go over to Melbourne. Being an ignorant Singaporean, I would whine about how our government is constantly increasing tobacco taxes. Little did I know that the Aussie government is doing the exact same thing. I'm not about to pay that much for this disgustingly comforting addiction.

I'm thinking about applying for jobs to save up a little for 'emergencies' when I'm over there. Been considering some programmes at Gasi. Their Internship USA or Internship New Zealand sounds like fun. It'll definitely be a good experience. Plus it'll give me a warming up period for Melbourne. My mom's unsure about USA, she probably has a hard time letting her 'little girl' be that far away from home. My dad has a friend in New Zealand, so she's pretty cool about it. But imagine if I get to go to the States. I'll be earning 1 1/2 times more and I'll be doing what I love! New Zealand's cool too but I heard it gets so boring, you'll age faster there.

If I decide to go for this. I wouldn't be spending as much time as I would like to, with my family. Am still considering though. For now I need to get started on the bloody Questionnaire (which I still think is totally unnecessary) for RMIT. Shit! I've been putting it on hold for 2 whole months now. I still miss him.

Cynic Says :

2005-05-24T01:14:00.000+10:00

I would like to try and erase the past two weeks of my life. Due to certain circumstances, details were left out. I’m tired, of unhappy ever after endings. I’m tired, of make believe heros. And I’m tired, of taking back what I have given. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I was reminded of why I've been single for as long as I can remember. The whole 'guy drama' has seriously drained me out emotionally. Need a freaking break from it.

In some weird way, I'm kinda glad it didn't last. Although sometimes in situations like these, you would start to wonder what could've been if you took the chance. But I must say, I've learnt to deal with moving on pretty well. Maybe it's because I have become so cynical towards men.

Oprah once said, if a guy sweeps you off your feet, don't fall. I couldn't agree more. Don't fall in love instead walk into it. Have you ever met someone who's way out of your league and have him whisper sweet nothings in your ear? As the saying goes, 'If it's too good to be true, it probably is'. It just seems too easy. The best advice is to not to 'give' too much. Nothing is scarier than when it seems as though everything is going your way. For it is then, when you actually have him, you would have something to loose.

He is ambitious, independent and smart. He basically has all the qualities I look for in a guy. Definitely a catch. But I guess such qualities come with an array of commitment issues. Plus there were other issues adding on to this, which led him to his skepticism to be emotionally attached.

When it first hit me, I felt overwhelming sadness or disappointment. No idea what it was yet. But I've been blessed with an amazing ability to block out emotions and not indulge in self-pity. I am actually pretty glad that things are on the back burner now. He was very convincing about not feeling this way about a girl in a very long time. But it took awhile for me to realise that if he wants to try and be friends (can't see how it works if you like someone, then again it could just be me), maybe he was just not that into me to begin with.

Toxicated

2005-05-09T21:38:00.000+10:00

Met up with darling Teresa and an old friend Vanessa on Saturday. Got really tipsy. It's been awhile since I've partied this hard, so I kinda forgot how fucked up it felt to be hungover the morning after. I drank more than I should've on Saturday, my hangover lasted through Sunday. That sourish aftertaste of alcohol, the way your stomach feels like its all tied up into knots. Dehydrated and everything else that you drink or eat, tastes weird. Even water. Gross.

I'm glad I slept it off only today. I don't remember the insignificant parts of the night, which is a bad thing cos' I might be blabbering away. I bet I humiliated myself in front of at least one person. But anyways I finally got a chance to release all the stress I've been under for the last couple of months.

O bar was fun. I was photographed by some chick. It'll prolly be out on their website soon. I got chatted up by some white guy who had weird questions. And then he said I could tell me to fuck off if I didn't want him here. It was then I realised he was chatting me up. Haha. He got the hint and went away eventually.

Vanessa got chatted up by some Indian guy which she single-handedly rejected. I think. And this is the funny part of the night. When I came, Teresa was telling me about this one cute Eurasian guy. Our 'groups' were not very far away from each other and so he was checking Teresa out as well.

I turned to the bar to get a drink and the next thing I know, he was right there, talking to her. Now enough with the details. Here's whats funny. They got acquainted, and the 'Eurasian guy's' name was Zul. Teresa has nothing against Malays but she just likes Eurasian. Her face changed and his next line was 'I was realising you, I think you're pretty'. It was hilarious. But she was nice enough to not burst out laughing. See the thing is, broken English would turn anyone off. Especially Teresa! But we had a good laugh about it. She was still kinda interested in him though but he sorta disappeared after awhile.

And of course there has to be at least one eye candy to deem a successful party. And there he was, right across the dancefloor, white zip-up sweater, tousled spiked hair. He's definitely cute in that ruggedly boyish way. For a minute when I saw him alone, we had this eye flirting session when I was going to the bathroom. I think. No idea. Too wasted to care. LOL.

So I was just casually telling Sham (a friend I bumped into) about the new found eye candy. Big mistake! They're friends! And so Mr Sham went up to him to perhaps say hi. But of course I swore to him that if he said a thing, he'll be slaughterd. They just sorta hung around for abit. I wonder if he told that guy. But of course when I asked, he denied. But boys will be boys I guess. I seriously couldn't care less.

That guy's merely an eye candy. I swear! Although, I'd like to bump into more eye candies like him. Haha. I don't think he's malay though, he looks mixed. All I could remember was he had a weird name and tons of hot girls around him. You know how sickening it is to actually have a guy know he's hot? It's sad. That overpowering display of male ego is enough to kill his sexiness.

But Saturday night was fun. The bartender gave me and Teresa invites for next Fri. Free entry and free flow for Friday the 13th. We might get drunk again. Hah. We'll see.

Quick Update

2005-05-04T11:04:00.001+10:00

Been too lazy to blog lately. A quick update. The freaking wallpaper. The wallpaper thingy is like a total waste of time. Finally done with the whole graduating project and still no time to indulge in the simplest pleasure of life - sleeping. Seriously, I'm telling you, if you ever wanna find out the importance of sleep or what it can do to you when you're deprived of it, enrol yourself into LASALLE SIA College of The Arts (the school that never sleeps).

On a much lighter note, I just got a letter of acceptance from Curtin University! Not that it's my first choice, but it sure as hell feels good. I still need to fill up that Questionnaire from RMIT before the application can actually be processed. I'm too lazy. All I can think about lately is partying, my friends and of course not forgetting the men. *winkz* Hah! *pukez*

Speaking of men, an old flame just came back into my life. Well, actually he didn't really disappear. But I've been busy with school and stuff, I guess it can't be helped. But this Shawn guy, all he ever did was drive me nuts. Thing is, I hate inconsistency. It's so freaking frustrating. When we were sorta in our 'honeymoon' period. He would call and his Mom would be bugging him to get off the phone. I know what you're thinking, its not his fault, but I had a major 'I dunno what you call it yet but we'll settle at crush for now' on him, I can't help feeling like this! Worse part is, he doesn't even have a cell! Can you believe it? I mean seriously who doesn't? He would still call but conversations lasts for about half an hour max.

Whenever our conversations are starting to kick off, his darling Mom would start bugging. And of course the phone calls were frequent enough in the beginning, when everything else was still new. And then they become less frequent, mainly because of National Service (guy burglar) and as for me LASALLE (social life robber). Together they are the partners in crime and will strip you off all your male/female drama. LOL.

Our conversations, hardly made it past 10 minutes. Eventually, phone calls get lesser. And then you could go plant 1000 reasons in your head as to why he hasn't called. But truth is, he's probably just not that into you. Hahaha. Sex And The City was definitely beneficial. He would just vanish for a week or two and reappear again. All that flirting, boils down to nothing. OMG did I just say that? LOL. But anyways, this time, it'll be different. I would welcome him with open arms. Not because we finally have time for each other but because the lil' 'crush' I had, isn't there anymore.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too picky. LOL. I get turned off by possibly anything you could think of. I guess I wouldn't wanna settle for anything less really. After all the weird boyfriend encounters, seriously, relationships is at the bottom of my list right now. Plus I'm leaving for Melbourne (that is if I get into RMIT), with my rommie-to-be Edna! Can't hardly wait. The only thing is if I eventually get accepted in RMIT, it'll be a Feb intake, other than that, I'm pretty psyched about it.

It's 9.20am in the morning. I can't seem to sleep just yet. My biological clock seriously needs to be turned around. Either that or I could move to somewhere in the West and live happily ever after. But I guess the same thing will happen when I'm there. Can't help it. I'm a night person. Alrighty, I think I'm done here. I have no idea when I'll be in the mood to blog again, I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Made You Laugh

2005-04-19T21:41:00.000+10:00

LMAO

Untitled

2005-04-04T16:44:00.000+10:00

Just got home from school. I'm so freaking exhausted. I need to take a nap. So Mr Lanning Lan (cute name) from RMIT just emailed regarding my application, saying they would hold on to it once I've submitted my answers for the questions. Not in the mood right now. But I'm pretty psyched up for Australia!

Just submitted my movie posters to Ginette. Late as usual. She thinks we're taking her for granted. Speaking of which, we were supposed to come up with a series of 3 teaser advertisements for the classic horror movie, Poltergeist 1982. Benjamin's copy for his teasers was hilarious. It cracked me up big time. Couldn't stop laughing. Not that mine was any better. But his was actually funny.

First ad, visual of this clown from the movie and copy reads, 'Is it moving?' Second ad, visual of the boy from the movie who fears the clown, copy reads, 'Or is it your imagination?' Last ad, visual of that old scary looking tree right outside the boy's bedroom window, copy reads, 'Or maybe not?' LOL. I don't know about you but if you'd ask me, I think its hilarious. Ok bye. I'm tired.

Dead

2005-04-01T04:34:00.000+10:00

I'm leaving this for now. Check back in about a month or so perhaps. Blogging is the least of my worries right now. I'm so busted. Seriously.

Questionnaire

2005-03-25T01:28:00.000+11:00

I know it's been ages since I've blogged. Guess I've been really busy and lazy. Work is killing me. I'm going bonkers. Just got back from a movie with Grace and Audrey. We caught Hitch. Hilarious. So these past few weeks have been hell for me. I've submitted my applications for RMIT and Curtin and am waiting for a reply.

There's this online questionnaire thingy that I'm supposed to fill up for RMIT. That lady who interviewed me said that the questions were probably the most important part of the application.

Why do you want to study in Australia and at RMIT University? (100 words)
I can answer that in less than 50 words.

Demonstrate knowledge of Australian culture (perhaps from film, TV, travel, school exchange etc). (150 words )
Oh golly! Off to the library it is!

Outline a worldwide issue that was/is covered by the media institutions in your country. Why was/is this issue important? How have media institutions in your country or in Australia presented the issue?(500 words )
I smell politics. 500 words. Feels like an essay.

Why do you want to study creative advertising? (100 words )
I'll try and put that in words. But just incase, do you accept visuals? I see myself 10 years from now, working in some shitty agency brainstorming over some product I never knew existed. Dark eye bags, sleep deprived, uninspired and on top of that unreasonable clients. Don't you just love it?

If you’re successful in completing the Bachelor of Communication (Advertising-Creative), what type of work would you like to do when you graduate? (75 words )
Do you even need 75 words for this? Let me try. I want to be a Creative Director or an Art Director at a successful agency. 15 words.

Not ready to crack my brains yet. Not sure if it's still intact.

Plastic People

2005-03-11T01:40:00.001+11:00

I didn't realise this post was saved as draft and not published. Post was edited for the sake of being 'nice'.

I just had a heartfelt talk with Edna. She gets me. Earlier today there was a bitch brawl. Interesting. I've been getting to that alot lately huh. Haha. I will be a bitch if I have to. I'm sick and tired of giving in. It all started with her, this 'I think I'm better than you' classmate.

I could feel the anger overpower me. I didn't fight it instead I let it take control. I've tolerated enough shit from her. She makes comments and practically forces comments on you. Sure everyone is opinionated, but like I said before, if you don't know a thing, its best to keep your mouth shut.

Ok so I admit I'm sensitive, but aren't we all? Today was one of the days where I let my anger get the better of me and lost control. Don't get me wrong. I don't regret what happened. In fact I found it quite liberating. I finally realised how misunderstood I was. See when people like her make judgements, they're brutal and don't even bother to find out the truth. Basically they talk through their noses.

She said I was a spoilt brat. A childish little rich girl, superficial, and that I should take the judgements maturely. She probably thinks that by being older, she's mature? You should've seen the stuff she said. It definitely doesn't come from someone who claims to be mature. There were even false accusations which isn't even remotely true. What is it with this people? They act like they know everything when the truth is they obviously don't know the least about me. So who are they to judge me?

"Well at least I don't have to lick my lecturers' asses to confirm my standing", so she said. That was totally uncalled for. I mean what has that gotta do with anything. She's one of those drama queens who blow things outta proportion. First of all, I don't lick my lecturers' asses, because the lecturers I respect are definitely not baised. Work is work, they are professionals and they should know better. If I told my lecturer about this, she'll probably be offended. When my work is crap, my lecturer would tell me it is. There are people in this world who actually work hard to get to where they are.

Just registered for SIM, we’re going for the talk tomorrow. So anyways thanks Edna everything. But I had to come out and say it, I had enough. This is just the beginning. I can be a best friend but I can be a worst nightmare.

Comfort Seeker

2005-03-09T21:02:00.000+11:00

I'm in the middle of the crossroads where life altering decisions have to be made, fast. This is a time when I start to doubt my capabilities. Everything that was clear to me before is now a blur. I guess I'm in one of those moods. Did an interesting test from this personality test site Tickler. I just needed something to make me feel better. Even if it was some computer generated test.

Career Personality Test
Sharon, you career personality type is INTJ. That means that based on the standard measure of personality traits, your intellectual prowess and ability to focus on one issue allow you to easily become an expert in anything you set your mind to. You focus on the possibilities a project or ideas offer, but put your concepts into motion.

You are a doer and not just a dreamer. You are well grounded in reality and use logic and analytical thinking to create new ideas. When an idea excites you, your perfectionist tendencies come out.

Given your ability to learn quickly, you rapidly ascend the career ladder. You possess the ability to work well alone but can work with a team if they perform at your pace.

My career personality type is INTJ (Introverted Intuitive Thinker Judger). This is the MBTI (Myers-Briggs Type Indicator®) test result for measuring a person’s preferences that comes with the Career Personality Test. MBTI uses four basic scales with opposite poles. The scales are extrovert/introvert, sensate/intuitive, thinker/feeler and judger/perceiver. The various combinations of these preferences result in 16 personality types.

Well, so far it does sound like me to a certain extent. But then again it could sound like anyone else. Edna's probably ENTJ or ENFP. Audrey probably ISTJ or INTP. Wild guess. Try the test here. Still didn't make me feel any better. I'm still feeling crappy. I might fail this semester.

Yours Truly

2005-03-09T01:44:00.000+11:00

Dear Suang Suang, I can't remember the last time I was this pissed with a lecturer. We had an argument today and I'll probably be the most hard-headed student you'll ever come across. But when I'm deadly sure about something, you need to convince me with hard edvidence. You said I needed to know my rules before breaking it". Screw that! YOU need to know stuff before you make a statement or a rule.

The rule; the paperweight of a company letterhead shouldn't be above 100gsm. 100gsm is about a little over the Double A paper. So you think that I have poor knowledge on the fundamentals of corporate stationery? But seriously with it coming from you, I think I'm safe. Please bother to know your stuff before you criticize someone elses'.

When I asked if I could show you some evidence that its been done before. You simply replied 'no', bluntly with no particular reason whatsoever! Generally (which she pronounces as January) speaking, letterheads should be 100gsm and below, so you say. I know there are certain limitations but it's not like I'm using a 150gsm piece of paper for it. Why in the world would you wanna be general? I'm not talking politics or stereotyping!

It's my campaign, my company, my money, why can't I go ahead and do it? So I went ahead and consult other lecturers regarding this issue, which is by the way, blown out of proportion. No thanks to you. They thought that 100-130gsm was just about right and if that's still not enough for you, I shall write to a paper supplier and request for the recommended paperweight range and forward it right back at you. With that smirk of triumph and the 'I told you so look' on my face the next time you see me.

So go ahead and threaten to 'grade accordingly' to your 'rules'. I couldn't care any less. Bet you think I'm being a feisty little bitch tryna argue my way through huh? But you know what? You're not qualified be to be judgemental.

Why the FUCK did you volunteer to teach our class? You are not capable enough to handle us. Actually, you're not capable enough for any of the other classes. You wanted an easy way out by volunteering to teach us. But you're jeopardizing the very goal we've been trying so hard to work towards. Sorry but the truth hurts. Take a moment, say your prayers. It's gonna be one helluva ride.

Reality Check

2005-03-03T19:34:00.000+11:00

This is it for me. Busted this semester. So much to do, so little time. Well, I had more time before. But see the more time you have, the more you procrastinate. At least that's how it works for me. What is happening to me? I've never been this lazy since my high school days. I can't blame my lecturer. It's totally not her fault. This just doesn't feel right. Last semester I was sleep deprived 24/7. Now, its seems like I can get all the sleep I want.

Sometimes I feel like kicking that 'pink dolphin' in the ass. He finishes his work on time and it isn't even crappy. Someone kick me in the ass. My campaign is all over the place. It's in sucha mess, I just wanna start over. I deserve a kick in the head. But from now on it should be payback time, for last term's slacking. All work no play. Who am I kidding?

I'm unmotivated, I have no stamina. The drive isn't there anymore. Vanished. *Poof* I need to be inspired. I'm not even at the stage where the workflow comes naturally. Still at the brainstorming part and right now, it sounds freaking scary.

I'm so frustrated. If could smash my brain or stick my nails into it to sqeeze something out of it. I totally would. Mediocre just wouldn't do it for me. I need a brilliant concept! I'm not even close to being productive. With less than half a campaign at this point, I can officially proclaim my death sentence. I'm entering the dreadful state of panic.

Paranormal Phenomenon

2005-03-01T17:15:00.000+11:00

A term the movie White Noise was based on. Electronic Voice Phenomenon also known as EVP was experienced and documented ever since recording devices were invented. It is one of the most fascinating areas of paranormal research. There's even an American Association Of EVP. Freaky. The recorded playbacks on electronics capture human-like voices from unknown sources, however these voices are not heard at the time of the recording. Strange huh?

Skeptics reasoned that the voices were caused by stray radio broadcasts or recorded voices on re-used tapes. But EVP researchers claimed that only sealed new tapes are used in recordings. Some even use digital recorders, which require no tapes and the voices are still heard. Sometimes amplification and noise filtering is required to hear the voices. The quality of EVP also varies. Some are difficult to distinguish and are open to interpretation as to what they are saying. Some EVP, however, are quite clear and easy to understand.

The skeptics only 'reasonable' explanation was that these voices are caused by fragments of radio broadcasts. I guess these scientifically driven skeptics do not even understand the basis of this phenomenon. If they did their research, they would have found that their reasoning is absurd. Quite often, these voices actually respond to questions posed by researchers, comment on situations in a relevant manner, and occasionally even address the researchers by name. What are the chances of it being a stray radio broadcast? Plus these voices are clearly not those of DJs or broadcasters. They are voices of average people.

There are real personalities behind these voices, wherever they come from. Some even have accents infused with human emotion. Some is more easily heard and understood than others, varying in gender, age, tone and emotion. EVP has also been recorded speaking in various languages.

Mankind has long believed that it is possible to communicate with the dead. Attempts to do so have been made over the centuries. Some believe that they are voices of people who have died. This is why many researchers go to cemeteries seeking EVPs (often with great success). Others think that they are from another dimension, that there may be many dimensions of existence, and somehow beings from some other dimension are able to speak and communicate with ours through this method. A good question is, "How do they know English and other languages of our dimension?"

Skeptics still insists that there is nothing to EVP, that the voices are either hoaxed, random noise interpreted as voices, real voices already on the tape, or voices picked up from radio, cell phones and other such sources. Believe it or not? I guess you'll just have to try and find out. As for me I choose to believe that anything is possible. I wouldn't want to try it myself but if you do, let me know. Heh.

Muslim Cops

2005-02-27T23:19:00.000+11:00

A religion preached by Holy Prophet Muhammad, Islam is one of the three largest religions in the world, yet there are very confusing and disturbing matters in this religion. It has by far the most restrictions in any religion I've ever come across, from what they consume to how what they wear. No offence against the Muslims or their religion. I'm sure that there are probably alot of issues I wouldn't understand. But I'm just opinionated.

I read this article about a Muslim father of a teenage girl who would occasionally party with his friends say that he has nothing against clubs and bars but, he just does his best to make sure she goes to the 'right' clubs. How many Muslim Dads would actually be this understanding? It's not easy to find the 'right' clubs with his high standards but he tries. The club should be a decent place situated within a decent neighbourhood, without drug records and must not be a hang-out area for people who are bad news. The place also has to be popular with both foreigners and locals.

He would ask his friends in the police force for second opinions about a particular clubs. It seems there are quite a number of 'right' clubs to go to in the city of Kuala Lumpur. His friend named a club that was raided not too long ago which happens to be his daughters favourite but she was lucky she wasn't partying that night but the other Malay Muslim youths who were there, weren't so lucky.

They were locked up, abused, and treated badly. They were not allowed to relieve themselves until one of the girls cried and urinated in her pants. They were abused by officers who were crude and rude. During the rest of the week, there were endless calls from furious parents and victims of the raid. The anger was not directed at Jawi since some said Jawi had a job to do. But the issue wasn't on what they did but the way the officers got the job done. Those officers have given Jawi a bad name.

Crime analyst said some officers tend to get carried away and become heavy-handed and that is where they go wrong. This wasn't a first but it was certainly one of the largest raids (about 100 youths locked up).

A few years ago, there was a case on a club performer who was detained by the Jais for 'insulting Islam by being in areas where alcohol is served'. The charge was dropped. Jais officials publicly handcuffed three Malay Muslims for taking part in a beauty pageant in the 90s.

Can these people really do that? In a country like Malaysia where majority of the citizens are Malay Muslims, they probably could. But personally, I think the youths should have a choice and the freedom to choose what they believe in. The best one could try and do is to guide them and allow their youths to set their own values and make their own mistakes. At the end of the day, they'll be paying for their 'sins' right? So are these people who are supposed to protect really doing their job correctly or is this an act of discrimination against the 'sinners'? Is Islam a religion of intolerance?

Glimpse Into The Phuture

2005-02-26T22:39:00.000+11:00

Ask me where I see myself in 10 years when I was 8? I'd have the answer in an instant. Now I'm clueless really. I have big dreams, definitely ambitious. I wanna be a creative director one day at some renowned advertising agency but sometimes I wonder if it's way outta my league.

I'm going through a transitional period right now. I hate choosing between Universities, especially courses. When I just completed my 'O's. I was a total screw up but I was given a second chance from the man above. I learned a lot in Lasalle and stumbled upon passion. A blessing in disguise indeed. Not everyone would be as lucky as I am. I have friends who are older than me and cruise through life not knowing what's next for them. It worries me.

Studying in Australia is not gonna be cheap. But my Mom, the one person I thought would disagree, gave me her full support. In situations like these, you'd expect full support and contribution from both parents huh? Ok so here's the thing, my dad didn't like the whole idea at first. But once my mother offered to pay, he didn't even think to offer to share the cost. Fuck I'm furious!

My Mom, the one with the lower income in the family, the one paying for everything else without getting any extra household expenses from my Dad, is actually going to pay for my overseas education. How unfair is that? My Dad is the egoistic, insensitive man of the family who treats his friends better than us. My mom pays for both me and my brothers' transportation fees, she gives us our pocket money, she pays for our monthly insurance, she pays for household expenses. My Dad pays for cable TV, internet, water, electricity, me and my brother's handphone bill (which by the way is about maximum $70 a month for both) and car maintenance. So who pays more in the family? I'm not going to judge really, I'll just have to wait and see if my Dad would actually sit through this.

My Mom never had an easy life and has always been the weakest in the family. With her being this vulnerable to illnesses and not hesitating to sacrifice her insurance money just to pay for my education, shows me how much she loves me. It just breaks my heart to have to sit through this and not do anything about it. I can't freaking talk to him. Everytime I try have a decent conversation with him. He'll just snap and it pisses me off. I communicate with my Dad through notes. I'll leave it at the door every night. How pathetic is that. I'm just gonna take one step at a time and see where this leads to. Thank you Mom.

Ok let's drop the serious stuff. On a lighter note, I was at Phuture with my classmates on Friday night. Bumped into a couple of friends. Basically, it was awesome minus the feet stomping! Gosh there were so many people, ugly guys could go there and get lucky with all that squeezing. LOL.

So most of my schoolmates left earlier but I decided to stick around with a couple of friends. At the end of the night, when everyone was leaving, some cute guy made my day, although I was pretty sure there weren't any cute guys around. I'm a sucker for a cute smile and dayuuum, he sure had one. LOL.

And then there was this atrocious English guy who came up to me and asked me if I would like to share a cab with him. Hilarious. I was on my cell, so I ignored him and that guy didn't leave me alone. He grabbed me by the shoulders and said "What good would you get from using your phone, let's share a cab". Shit that guy was wasted. I was practically running away from him. When Teresa told him off, he eventually left me alone. Next thing we knew, some bouncers were running after him in the midst of all that traffic on the road. It was like watching some Travis MTV. When they caught him, he was handcuffed on the spot. Dude, say goodbye to sunny Singapore.

Awhile later, there was this other guy who approached us after. He was so direct and we were obviously insulted. Teresa was pretty pissed.

White Guy: Do you ladies wanna come with us?
Teresa: No!
White Guy: Why?
Sharon: *Checks out the bald spot on his head* *Disgusted*
Teresa: *Points at a group of SPG looking chicks* Try them.
White Guy: *Tryna look cool* Ok thanks.
Sharon: *Rolls eyes*

Flip Flops

2005-02-25T04:44:00.000+11:00

Okay, so I'm not your average chick who's crazy about shoes, clothes and accessories. I mean what is it about those things that drive women crazy? Don't ask me. I'm clueless as any guy would be. I'm not like a crossdresser or anything. I'm just not materialistic enough to care.

This oh so bitchy chick made a comment about me being a generic dresser. She's definitely not from the cover of your CosmoGirl. I would never in a million years, dress like that. I appreciate opinions from friends and not comments forced onto you. If you don't look like a million bucks, before you say anything, take those comments and stick it up your ass.

Tops from Dorothy Perkins, denims from Far East, bags from Bugis Village and flip-flops from Flojos! That's just about what I wear to school everyday. I've never bought something that costs over a hundred bucks. It's not like I'm poor or don't have the money. I just don't think spending that much on clothes is worth it. The simpler it is, the better it'd be. Something to fit in on any occassion; I wouldn't wanna look like some overdressed groupie in school.

I have esteem issues. Wearing darker colours make me feel and look smaller and of course black goes with just about everything. My friends have been getting me to try brighter colours, was skeptical at first but Edna managed to convince me. Hah! Good work Nana!

Edna and I are planning to go to Australia to get an advertising degree. We're still deciding between Queensland University of Technology and Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology. I can't wait to get there. In the creative industry, having an education based in Singapore is just not good enough. Everything is by the books, even creativity. I remember when we were in high school, they even had to include creative classes in our cirruculum. Sad but true.

If only I could fast forward the next 2 months and graduate from college ASAP! Look at me, I'm blogging when I'm supposed to be working on my de-junked campaign! Procrastinating! Never a good thing. I need exposure; new country, new culture, new people and my new roomie, Edna! *evil laughs*

The Cheese Factor

2005-02-25T02:23:00.000+11:00

I'm brain-dead and uninspired. Caught White Noise today with Audrey. Missed about 10 minutes of the movie, totally me, sorry babe. Theatre full of obnoxious irritants who were jumping on every opportunity to scream. Who are they fucking kidding? Are they like, what 5? Those prissy girls should screw the horror genre and stick to their bimbotic teen movies.

Audrey was corny as usual. She thought there was a bug on my arm when it was a mole. #@*#!*#! She thought the movie was okay. I thought the movie was a sad case of some Hollywood director's first shot in the horror film genre. A finale with a twist didn't make up for the bad script. I was practically waiting for some action to begin. And when it did, it was a huge disappointment. Slow movie, no content. The film-maker probably didn't understand the whole cinematic experience. Direction is another stupid cliche. The anti-climaxes and sudden death scares. This shit is getting old. The only thing interesting about the story is that information about the Electronic Voice Phenomenon at the end of the movie. Find out what its about in the next blog. Tonight's between Thurs and Fri not a good time. Here's why.

Long day short. Met Edna after the movie. Shopped for abit. Bought something from Mango today. Love it. Saw this fabulous skirt at Zara. Ugh I want that. It's on my wishlist! Anyone? LOL. Talked to another overseas education consultant.

My dear rommie-to-be Edna and babyface Audrey. LOL! I shall attempt to briefly introduce you to them. Audrey, she's spontaneous. All about fun. Being with her brings out the kid in me. She's cornier than corn. She puts a spell on you. She can cheer you up almost immediately. Edna, shoe crazed and that's just about all there is to her! Nothing else matters. Love shopping with her. She has the 'eye'. I can tell her practically everything. We have quite a number of things in common, on a opinionated level. Something about her motivates me. Edna gets cheesier by day.

indie whore: Feel like writing about u now. lol
Edna ®: Oh no! Now that u have THE BLOG
Edna ®: I'm nice
Edna ®: Really
indie whore: Hahahahahahhahahaha!!!

I'm addicted to them.

Horror Flicks Chick

2005-02-23T19:08:00.000+11:00

I'm definitely am a sucker for horror flicks. Can't help it. It keeps my adrenaline pumping but that doesn't mean I don't get scared. In fact I get so paranoid sometimes when I'm in my room. This whole paranormal phenomenon has always intrigued me. Don't you ever wonder? In this logical world, where we have science to prove just about everything else. The only thing left that doesn't make sense is this. The world of the supernatural. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely a believer.

The scariest movies are usually foreign (Korea, Japan, Thailand), most Hollywood horror films are just gruesome. The legendary Freddy Kruger for example is just LAME! If you're past the age of 12, and it still scares you, you've got issues.

Into The Mirror, believes that the supernatural world is a whole other world parallel to our own and the portal are mirrors. Similarly in Constantine, heaven, earth and hell is the same parallel world but in this case, water is the portal to crossover to the other worlds.

And then there were dolls. Did you know that Muslims believe spirits possess anything that resembles the human or animal form? Scary shit. Lucky for me, no dolls in my room. The Doll Master, another korean horror film, isn't the best has it's moments.

Muslims, they sure have a long list on the different types of spirits out there. I don't even want to name the common few. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. Apparently the way you die determines the kinda spirit you'd become. Did you know that it is believed that between Thurs nights and Fri mornings, its when 'they' come out to play?

A friend Naz told me this story about his freaky encounters on Thursday nights for 3 weeks in a row. The first week at around 11 at night, he was in the living area reading the papers. The area was dimly lit. He was sitting with his back facing the kitchen, where the light source was from. While reading, he saw a shadow moved by. Since the light was from the kitchen, with his back facing, if someone stood walked by from behind him, it'll be blocking the light source. It was like an eclipse moving by real quickly. So he did what we all would do. Turned, nothing was there. Checked the rooms, family members asleep.

The following week on Thursday as well, while he was watching TV at night. A piece of paper which was in the middle of the table with a paperweight on top of it mysteriously fell to the floor. "No sudden gush of wind, I didn't turn on the fan!" he said. As usual he would always try and make sense out of the situation and eventually managed to forget.

On the third week, on the same night, he was watching a football match. His TV is right beside the door. So when watching TV, he's watching the door as well. Naz leaves the door open (gates locked) at night to get fresh air. So that night, it was a usual routine. He was watching TV when he heard a hard kick on the gate. He just stood there stunned, there was no one there. He told me he just stared and stared hoping to see a cat or a rat or something. He was in denial. Walked over to the door and slammed it shut. I'll probably freak if I were him.

The fourth week, he had enough, ain't gonna sit around and wait for something to happen. You'd probably think he got himself a bomoh but instead he went out with his friends that night. And that thing, whatever that was, stopped after that night.

Readings on Asian spirits, visit Singapore Paranormal Investigators or Sfogs, a bunch crazy people who goes 'hunting'. Audrey will probably freak if she reads this. Haha. We're going to watch the movie White Noise tomorrow. I'll fill you in if its worthy of my talking. I'm craving for the Burger King Chicken Salad! Ugh! I miss Audrey and her bull-crapping! I want longer holidays!

The Carandiru Massacre

2005-02-22T22:13:00.000+11:00

I got myself a couple of dvds which I haven't had the chance to watch yet. I have a friend who works at the video store and I have free access to all movies there. :P There's one good movie I watched recently; Carandiru. Utterly depressing and cruel it is. The movie is in portugese and did I mention that it was based on a true story? Carandiru was a violent prison and the largest correctional facility in Latin America. The criminals were the ones who really ran Carandiru. The infamous day on October 2 1992 was a day that shocked the world. 300 policemen from the riot squad stormed the facility and brutally murdered 111 unarmed inmates. The Carandiru massacre.

What the hell? So what if they're from the riot squad? These inmates had only knives on them and they even surrendered those. Although they were bigger in numbers (4500 I think), they were not stupid enough to try and put up a fight against 300 policemen armed with guns. But still 111 of the inmates were not spared. According to witnesses and a forensic expert at the trial, many of the inmates were shot execution-style or from outside their cells as they hid behind their bed mattresses for protection. Many were found naked in an apparent sign of surrender. What shook me the most was how hopeless these inmates were.

No justice was done. No one spoke up until 2001. A Brazilian former police chief on trial accused of ordering the country's worst jail massacre has denied the charges, saying his men acted in self defence against 2,000 armed prisoners. Colonel Ubiratan Guimaraes, who was in charge of the operation in 1992 to put down the prison riot, said the inmates died in a shoot-out with the police. He said "If our intention was to commit a massacre, then how come only 111 died?". If you ask me, he probably knew this day would come and killing more inmates would definitely land him in jail.

Is Brazil is prepared to clean up the poor human rights record of its military police? There was a 9 year delay. Charges were filed against Colonel Guimaraes in 1993, but the case was delayed for years, first because of red tape and later, between 1994 and 1998, because Mr Guimaraes enjoyed immunity as a Sao Paolo state legislator.

He was finally brought to trial on 29 November 2000 and convicted on June 30 2001. He was Sentenced to 632 years, six years each for the victims and 20 years for five attempted murders, despite Brazil's 30 year maximum sentence.

If the movie ended like how it ended for real, I'll probably not be that depressed watching it.

Junk Food Addiction

2005-02-19T17:10:00.000+11:00

I'm hooked! Practically everyone I know loves junk food. Sure we know it ain't healthy. I bet if you ask anyone else, they wouldn't know why. I'm working on this anti-junk food campaign and junk food addiction is definitely a growing concern. Its like a drug that comes with severe side effects. We all joke about being junk food junkies. But a growing number of scientists believe that there's some truth to that.

Addicted or not, our kids are growing bigger by generations. Only bigger health problem is smoking. I'm a nicotine addict and I would know what it's like to be addicted to something. And its exactly the same. On some days I would just crave for some unhealthy, greasy fries. So what keeps people craving for it?

Firstly its the additives which adds flavour. Sugar, salt and even fat. Bet you didn't know that fast food 'giants' has dirty little secrets. The food industry spends a lot of money trying to make sure that they get the right combination of fat and salt to create an almost addictive response. The next time you walk by a fast food joint thinking about 'junking', think about all the evil looking scientists who are trying to make you fat by getting you addicted to fats. Gross. If you could eat a block of butter without cringing. Well hats off to you. You can go marry Ronald McDonald's for all I care.

Cigarettes went up to 11 dollars for a 20 stick pack of Marlboro! God its just so expensive to live in this 'fine' city. They make you pay so much tax for something smoking, drinking, etc. The 'sins'. Instead of coming up with the eat the greens campaign (as if it'll work) they should have kill the junk campaigns. Too bad they didn't think of that earlier. I'm doing it for school first. Hah! People should start paying taxes for all the sins. The tobacco industry has long been strapped with special taxes and there's no arguing it's a serious drain on the health care system. So, logically, if the fast food industry also causes health problems, why shouldn't the fast food financiers be slapped with a similar tax?

Since the fast food companies are targeting their advertising at the kids, maybe they should implement the 18 years and above only rule on junk food. LOL. The Slow Food Movement has been around since the mid 1980s. They've been trying to get out the message that fast food does not have to be a way of life. So the next time you come up with another excuse to 'junk', kick yourself in the ass.

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2005-01-01T03:00:00.007+11:00

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