I must say that 2013 has been a year of many firsts, and one of the best if not the best year I've had so far.

The problem. The very fundamental problem of Twitter and perhaps all kinds of social sites (I don't actually know what they are termed, I prefer calling them social sites since they rhyme with parasites which then again says something) is that you see people in their entirety. I'm talking about Twitter specifically now as a kind of social media. I love Twitter and always had (since 2009) but recently I am beginning to ab(hor) and by hor I mean many are becoming more and more of tweetwhores. (this line is very unoriginal since they are all YouTube jokes but putting that aside)

 I think people can't be blamed for being the tweetwhores they are I mean come on I am a tweetwhore as well considering how my tweetcount is verging on 8k but I think the limitations of twitter (I mean that literally) which is its 140 characters policy makes life all the more.....simplified. I am sorry if this post is  making you yawn already that is why I added parenthesis which makes something special according to my literature teacher and also...punny humour. Okay so going back to the topic, I realised that there exists more and more irritants (or contaminants) on Twitter who or which basically tarnish the good name of Twitter.

I'm talking about...

1) Exhibitionists (describing literally what every fibre of your being is up to)
i.e I just pooped and had green stool...totally looks like ke$ha
I am gyrating to this song...like a boss
I just shot someone with a Nerf Gun and he didn't die
My pores are blocked and now I can't excrete sweat properly
I am having a bad hair day. Look at my fugly face http://www.twitpic.com/badhairday5777


As you can probably tell these are not real life examples though I wish real life examples could be as interesting as these. That way I wouldn't cringe at such tweets. Actually now that I think about it I think such tweets are tolerable and entertaining...(and to be honest I am entirely guilty of such)

What I really can't stand are....

2) Fashion Police
i.e Girllll take a good look at yourself in the mrt reflection...you look like a pre-pubertal Snooki
Oh for the love of the fashion god what is up with this woman and her peep toe boots
Woman, learn to wear some makeup, you look like you just got hit by a ten ton truck


As you can tell I am not very good at fashion police impersonations cause quite frankly, I don't see the point of them. Everyone is entitled to how they choose to look even if it isn't pleasant to my eyes or your eyes or Lady Gaga's. If we have to restrain our only mode of immediate self-expression, then I don't know how else we'd go about doing it. Perhaps running around with flash cards on our heads along with a description of our personalities would be a better idea?

3) By-products of materialism
i.e I am so angry right now, my dad promised me an iPad 3 but he didn't get me any
I dreamt that my Prada jeans ripped in two and I woke up crying
I am craving ___ so bad right now that if I don't have it the earth will split open and swallow me whole

which is also linked to

4) Poor little rich kids
i.e I hate my life, why can't I cab to school today...oh right cause I'm living only on my parent's pension currently
I have to downgrade to a HDB FML
Can't get myself Kate Spade because my mum already got me Ferragamo pumps :(

5) Overly ranty
i.e Sian can just die already out of boredom
***** sia this uncle you think your father's land ah

6) Narcissists
i.e Unhappy me http://twitpic.com/unhappyme987
Constipated me http://twitpic.com/contipatedme987

7) Jilted lovers and broken hearts
Okay I think I forgive these types cause apparently love is the strongest feeling (whatever that means)

8) Hipsters
i.e I want to smoke a fag but this place ain't cool enough
This picture is so trippy I feel like I just had magic mushrooms
Party rock anthem is totally uncool idg why they can't play Two Door Cinema Club instead


My point ultimately is that yes, although Twitter is meant for all these kind of tweets, you should tweet in moderation. It's just like eating. You don't eat junk food excessively but you eat junk food in moderation. Similarly, when you tweet, tweet nasty things in moderation. That way we can all thrive as a happy and healthy Twitter community. 

I think people who parade their anger ceaselessly are very self-centered people. Why do I say this? It is because by doing so you have 'The ability' to blame other people for perhaps...your lack of ability to control yourself.

If you're wondering why other people don't treat you well you should reflect instead on how you have treated others.

If you find it annoying that someone invades your personal space, you should not blame the person who invades your personal space, but instead blame yourself for not being able to keep something to yourself.

(Yes you)

An example of how vastly different women are then and now.

Then: Taming of the Shrew (about a woman who needs to be tamed or cultured)

Now: Miley Cyrus - Can't be tamed

But I can't; for poetry is for the wrecked

the ravaged and the ruined

This genial day is one to let sorrows pass

Not one to be writing poetry.

As day turns to night

Begins the vulnerability of human might-

Caving in, as darkness engulfs light

Claustrophobia looms over

Not to closure, but to company;

They say safety comes in numbers

But I beg to differ

What good is company?

One would rather be disengaged from politics

And with that I shall pursue Isolationism

I want to write poetry

But I finally can; for poetry is for the wrecked

the ravaged and the ruined

Nightfall is one to let sorrows pass

Definitely one to write poetry.

(P.S I feel like this all the time wonder if any of you feel the same)

This is to prove that I'm pretty much alive and kicking.

Recently, I've been making mixtapes and I finally figured out how to make a cd case out of paper.

All you need are these.

And that is the end product. It's my first shot so please never mind the ugliness. It actually contains the CD perfectly.

Umm I have nothing to do now so I shall spam photos of random food that my mum cooks.

Baked mussels baking away in the oven.

Chicken roasted with olive jam. It's one of the better roast chicken my mum has made in a while. I like roast teriyaki too. But this olive one is particularly good cause the olive jam by itself has this sweet + savoury taste which makes it practically wholesome.

A random salad dish which was pretty good with nasi minyak.

Bye for now! I'm gonna upload something else after this so...watch this space!

(P.S: If you haven't already detected the sarcasm this post is to show how particularly boring a blog would be with merely minimal words and maximal photos)

This is my favourite part. When he and his other russian comrades run without rifles. He does the whole russian soldier thing very well. As in his crouch-run. I love it when they run like that.

That old hag is actually Khruschev who keeps kissing Vassili (Jude Law). I don't like Khruschev after watching this movie because of how nasty he is. He is a nasty boy. (That was intentional)

When I first watched the movie I thought these two would end up as a gay couple. That other guy is actually Ralph Fiennes' brother. He looks so jewish. Anyway yeah they had so much intimacy going on but in the end they fell in love with the same woman. And the guy sacrificed himself for Vassili. :'( Sad I know but the woman lives >:( Hehe okay no I like the girl too she's pretty brave (I mean she fought in the war alongside Vassili) heh but it was her that separated the both of them ugh why woman why

Okay that's almost the end of this fangirl post but before I end you know how I have alot of tuition kids in my house? I wasn't actually aware that one of them was watching the movie when it was getting close to the steamy bit...I mean of course I skipped that part but you could still see it when you fast forward the bit...

See this is the thing I hate about having tutees around my house. I don't get any privacy and I can't watch my (mature) movies in peace ahhhh not that I watch the steamy bit but damn these kids are not gonna learn the right things when I am around...

Ack wish I had a home theatre (like a literal one) which is air conditioned and has curtains which dissolve me into darkness once it is closed. That would be pretty awesome. And I don't have to worry so much about watching 'mature' shows which aren't even 'mature'....they are very clean. Just the occasional violence and vulgar language and some stirrings...

If you know what I mean.

Okay maybe turning 18 has radically changed my perception of what is clean and what is not.

I'm not even half-kidding.

With that, I am glad to say I dreamt that I was a princess. (Again) And this time is better than the first time.

See, I wasn't only a princess, but I was a princess who was on a reconnaissance mission. Bam! That's the catch. I have no idea why but I was killing people with a bunch of other men and women and somehow halfway during the dream we were purged because we were a threat apparently. And I remembered how scary it was to have to hide from the FBI. But I managed to escape observation. What was sad though was that my whole reconnaissance team was taken away by the FBI. And for a long period in my dream I had to hide in a small slit until two little boys found me and gave me a home. It was fine staying there until one day I had to hide under someone's bed and someone found me there and screamed. So what I did next was to get her to shut up by attacking her okay this story is getting very boring but I gotta admit I do have pretty awesome dreams. The conclusion to that dream was that I was the Puteri (princess) of some kind of gunung (mountain). So yeah that kind of explained why the FBI had to find me. I found out this fact because the girl who found me under her bed knew about the princess of the mountain, which was me. But imagine how pretty darn awesome it would be to be the princess of a mountain.

Speaking of puteri gunung ledang, my mum likes to tell me stories about my heritage etc. So yeah I shall share you this little snippet. It's up to you to choose whether to believe it or not.

My granny on my mum's side has a dad who's very religious. My granny is actually the oldest of 15 children. So yeah. But she only found out that she was supposed to have 3 other older siblings, but they all disappeared whilst in the womb. And you know according to popular belief, if a foetus magically disappears...we know something stole it. So yeah my granny's dad went to investigate the matter one day, and true enough, he found the creature that stole it. My granny's dad was really angry at that point that he fought the creature and left the creature weakened. What happened was that my granny's dad was able to remove the creature's hair. At this point I was asking my mum how is that possible because these kind of creatures aren't 'solid' in our world. But my mum said after he got a hold of it, since he was fighting the creature in our world, its hair became tangible. So yeah, my granny's dad actually emerged victorious, with the creature's hair.

After that incident the creature kept coming back, begging my granny's dad to return its hair back to it. My granny's dad of course refused. The creature begged him to return its hair in Gunung Ledang and eventually one day my gran's dad went. But even so I guessed the creature was weakened too much with the absence of its hair and it eventually died....

Okay so that's the end of this tale.

Oh yeah and when my granny was young she worked for a witch doctor...this is true okay but my granny is not into those kinda magic stuff she just helped prepare ingredients for the witch doctor.

I hope you like stories.

Bye.

Hello my loyal friends/readers watch this space cause I've finally managed to obtain a mobile version of blogger!

(Contains innuendos which may be unsuitable for children)

(Both are with reference to men)

MILK = Men I'd Like to Kiss

FILTH = Father I'd Like To Hug

"I can't get enough of this milk its so...delicious"

"What a pound of filth!"

It's pretty unoriginal actually judging by how both are actual words which already exist in the dictionary but I guess I won't ever look at milk and filth the same way again.

By the way, if you are wondering where I got these crazy ideas from its from looking at men in bands. There is just something irresistably appealing about frontmen & bassists.

It's like they are automatically zapped with good looks one they choose the role of frontmen.

And if you know me well you can probably guess that I like married men cause you can fawn over them without getting disappointed.

That is why I coined "Filth" which is obviously referring to Brandon Flowers.

Okay bye.

We, the Writers

The truth-
we are no world writers, not yet
no Nobel candidate
no laureate;
for us,
there's only the dedication
to the art -
call it bondage if you like
it comes from the heart
and mind unfettered.

You say
we're out to amuse
educate
edify or enchant
(or perversely titillate and slant)
You insist we must have a social function;
it's all right
say what you like-
we write
not exactly in our tongue
(not yet one to call our own)
not necessarily conforming to rules
not necessarily to please;
for us there's only
the total involvement
call it aberration if you like.

If you think
we writers have not been correctly construed
we thank you;
there's always redress in the generations ahead-
we hope the critics make no hasty pronouncement.

You can't manufacture writing
can't produce literature by the computer
no, this isn't the sausage out of the machine
not the product of the chip technology
no propaganda handout -
this is literature, an art
timeless as man's conviction.

by Lim Thean Soo

Most are made by the condemned books from my school library.

They are somewhat sequential.

P.S Collages are not as easy as I thought, you need a degree of balance to allow the elements to co-exist. And that takes alot of time & is definitely frustrating