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Friday, 13 November 2009

  • fell in love

    just came back from nagoya. love japanese products so much. gonna sweep their slimming corner the next time i set foot on the land of the rising sun. and i found the world's best eyeliner! it costs less than 20 bucks y'all! if you're vain enough to ask me to get it for you, i will (: all girls should be vain. if you don't put in effort to show the world you love yourself, who's gonna respect you and love you like you deserve?

    fell in love with soaking in the bathtub with bath salts that make me perspire. read: for weight loss purpose. i always fall asleep in the warm running water, with a sheet mask on my face, perspiring gently, not profusely. the sweating makes me feel so good. it relieves me of my fatigue and stress somehow.

    fell in love with magazines like nylon, vivi, peppermint, frankie, glamour, shape, voguegirl and ellegirl. the only local print would be shape. the rest all hail from japan, korea, australia and the uk. somehow american magazines don't interest me. like harper's bazaar, vogue, elle, cosmopolitan etc. and i like magazines with tons of pictures and humourous articles which show the journalists' articulation and witty eloquence. aspiring to be like them, so they intrigue me so much.

    fell in love with r&b ballads like those of ne-yo's. an old song of his is currently in repeat mode on my ipod. 'so sick'. it somehow makes me feel connected to the hidden sentimental sabrina. and taio cruz has got some mad nice songs as well.

    Gotta change my answering machine
    Now that I'm alone
    Cause right now it says that we
    Can't come to the phone
    And I know it makes no sense
    Cause you walked out the door
    But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
    (it's ridiculous)
    It's been months
    And for some reason I just
    (can't get over us)
    And I'm stronger than this
    (enough is enough)
    No more walking round
    With my head down
    I'm so over being blue
    Crying over you

    And I'm so sick of love songs
    So tired of tears
    So done with wishing you were still here
    Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
    So why can't I turn off the radio?

    Gotta fix that calendar I have
    That's marked July 15th
    Because since there's no more you
    There's no more anniversary
    I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
    And your memory
    And how every song reminds me
    Of what used to be

    That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
    So tired of tears
    So done with wishing you were still here
    Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
    So why can't I turn off the radio?

    (Leave me alone)
    Leave me alone
    (Stupid love songs)
    Don't make me think about her smile
    Or having my first child
    I'm letting go
    Turning off the radio

    Cause I'm so sick of love songs
    So tired of tears
    So done with wishing she was still here
    Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
    So why can't I turn off the radio?

    fell in love with teddy, over and over again. even fell in love with nakata hidetoshi because he resembles teddy. teddy has the sexiest voice. and i remember how my imaginary bf is named after him. love the bad-boy nonchalence he has. and he produces the nicest korean hiphop songs ever. somehow i feel, a guy who can speak good english, is very attractive.

    fell in love with planning meals, scheduling my activities from day-to-day, buying groceries, grabbing cleaning equipment on the way, not being able to stand dust under my feet, doing the laundry, running errands etc. just fell in love with being a homemaker (although i am not). can't wait to be one! temporarily of course.

    fell in love with imaginating my future once i settled down for a ground job. i see, regular gym sessions, early morning yoga, planned and self-prepared meals, weight loss, more hair, healthier skin, reduced water retention, sufficient water intake, more time with bambi, family, friends and bf, less shopping, cheaper phone bills, and being less materialistic (: positive eh? even if it means cutting my pay by 40%. worth every single cent.

    fell in love with makeup, skincare and dietary supplements. fancl, dhc, miona new sea through light, natur vital shampoo, nouvelle hair tonic, jorubi aloe vera gel, dermedex series, japanese eyeliners and mascaras, chanel foundation, chanel eyebrow pencil etc.

    fell in love with hibernating in the hotel room. reading a book, magazine. watching tv. soaking in the bathtub. drafting up a financial plan. gonna be an aussie crew from now on. and australia's a nice place to shop. guess, to save up, i have to learn to be able deal with the serenity and echoing silence of hotel rooms.

    fell in love with falling in love (:

    ciao!

Friday, 23 October 2009

  • tattoo your name across my heart

    coarse language ahead. please click away from this page if you're allergic to vulgarities.

    talked to pris throughout the flight from sing to dubai. we were working in the same complex.

    we are both victims of  fucktards. the stories she told me, sent chills pumping through my veins. there are actually guys that cruel out there who con women of their bodies and feelings. if you just want sex, don't make the girl love you, fucker. there are girls who are willing to bed you with no commitments and love involved. go fucking look for those fucking girls. fucking leave girls like us alone, fucktards.

    those stories made me super-aware. like all my senses came alive, and i start to think about all the tell-tale signs i might have missed. i started doubting the man i love so much. you see, those fucktards don't only fuck with our feelings at that point of time. they have fucked up our lives, our mindsets.

    how can you question a man who makes you smile, laugh, believe in yourself, pick up your confidence, feel good about yourself, love yourself more, love life, and love him back deeply?

    how can you start to see all men as sickos who see women as inflatable dolls?

    i have hurt guys too. and i bet they must be feeling the same as me right now. that all girls are fucking bitches who are out to cheat them of their feelings and money.

    i have made serious mistakes in the past. i only feel guilty towards 1 though. the rest probably deserve the heartbreak. but this doesn't mean i am proud of my wrongdoings.

    and it's all coming back to me now. the hearts i break, and the number of times my heart will be broken. i think the ratio will somehow tally someday.

    just recently, i broke down. it reminded me of a similar breakdown the beginning of this year in cairo. i just flopped down in a corner and sobbed uncontrollably. i realised how vulnerable we all become in relationships. we give the other party the most fragile part of us. our hearts. and it would be at the mercy of their every word and action. and everytime we get it back, it is missing a few pieces. as time goes by, those pieces are found through new love, a new haircut, a new job, or a change in environment. but at times, the jigsaw remains incomplete.

    sometimes, we don't even get it back at all. the heart disappears with the man forever.

    is that the beauty of love? its melancholy?

    i see the pain in my dad's eyes whenever he sees my mom, her photos, or even hear us talking about her. he conceals all that heartbreak in curses and ugly words.

    i see the nonchalent look on my mom's face when she hears about my dad, and participates in the badmouthing of him. i see the look of smugness whenever she tries to convince herself (truthfully or in-a-denial kinda way) that she was right in choosing to leave my dad.

    i don't know which is sadder.

    i feel sometimes, i blame my parents too much. i blame them for my inept ability to love. i blame them for the fear i have in me.

    i forgot to thank them for breaking up. for forcing me to see the real world so quickly. and choosing which side to be on in this weird and wonderful, everchanging society. i was on the wrong side for awhile. now, even though i still behave like a brat sometimes, i've grown, and i know i will keep on doing so.

    you know, i have this capability to go outta point very quickly and morph my blog entry from a sad one to a happy one and vice versa. that's why i love blogging. it clears my head of all the crap i contain.

    you see how my thoughts flow, and you know how terrible it is to be a single particle in sabrina's body.

    people, i'm trying to come to terms with my physical appearance right now. i'm blessed with pleasant looks. i should be happy already. don't know what's up with the constant nagging to be a barbie doll.

    i gorge on food non-stop at times. i starve myself too. and then i gorge again. and i starve again. then i end up crying and bingeing all at once. i feel so down whenever i see my naked reflection staring straight back at me, urging me to commit suicide over that bulge, those flab, and the never-will-exist skinny limbs.

    now waiting for my love to come online to rescue me from my insecurities. it's tough being in love with me, i realise.

    gonna update soon on my spain trip (: i think travelling keeps me grounded.

Monday, 12 October 2009

  • we are golden

    going to barcelona later ((((((:

    i haven't packed. but i know it's autumn over there right now, and their autumn is surprisingly warm and sunny. the type of weather i prefer. i like the heat. don't know how i can stand a week in tokyo this coming end of november. going to tokyo to clean the shelves of muji, 100yen shop and fancl. hoho!

    just made dwenjang chige with beancurd, fish luncheon, long beans and wholewheat organic noodles. it sucked big time. the fish luncheon and noodles are so so awful. how can people eat such stuff. congratulate me. i still have 3 more servings of that noodles. and because the food was so disgusting, i dumped them, and ate 2 kiwis. now, snacking on half a cup of baked almonds. how i know it's half a cup? i bought measuring cups and spoons (pink ones!) from melbourne. for a more health-conscious lifestyle.

    congratulate me again because i have urinary tract infection. there's blood in my pee. and when i pee, it hurts so bad i jerk and twitch and grab bf's arms damn hard. hmm, that sounds like having an orgasm. anyway, i went to the dr and he asked me to drink more water and stop holding in pee. because uti, once you have it, you can't stop having it. just like pringles. seriously, i'd rather have eczema than uti.

    and my face is bombarded with rashes. eczema.

    and bf said my hair's dropping a little too much. he could see a bald patch on my head. waipo agrees. omg. need to burn more moolah already.

    and my moles are like morphing into scab-like scars, and they bleed. think i have some kinda weird disease that affects every part of me, from head to toe.

    i love my bb! i can tweet, facebook, sign in to msn, bbm my sis and rena, and check my mails. and it's now shocking pink. i wanna change the casing to polka dots. retro stuff rocks big time.

    just received a call from raffles design institute. they offer NO part time courses )): have to save up for 2 years (50k) before i can quit and start my schooling life. downpayment of 9k, and then 10 instalments of 4k throughout the 3 years of studying for my degree in fashion communication and journalism. and not to forget the materials needed and my expenditures (rent, food, insurance, shopping, bambi etc), have to at least save 70k? 70k within 2 years, 35k in a year. which is 3k per month know. i know i can if i want to. sigh. i need to see a psychotherapist for my ocd.

    i love and hate shopping. i cringe at the sight of my credit card bill. bf has taken the monster outta my wallet already. it will remain with him at least for another 6 months. the bill is this hefty. i need 6 months to clear it. tsk tsk tsk.

    anyway, if i manage to save 70k within 2 years, and then i changed my mind about studying, i can buy a condo ((: saving is never bad. but my mind's boggling me with the, "why save? just enjoy every moment now man! you never know when you're gonna die" theory. shit shit shit.

    my sis, bro and cousins went to watch the cove. i heard them talk about it. and i promise i'll be a vegetarian (maybe not a very strict one, but i'll swear off meat) from the day i come back from barcelona, till the day i die. i'll slowly morph into a strict vegetarian, then vegan, if i can.

    support stella mccartney! she's a vegan and her clothes are oh-so-trendy, and everything's made from organic and non-animal stuff. hooray!

    the sheets are washed, gonna hang them up now. ciao!

Saturday, 03 October 2009

  • she who shuns the devil, senses the joy

    a few weeks back, we were having dinner at tawandang, a thai restaurant, at dempsey hill, to celebrate regine's 20th. very nice place with its own brewery. there's a live band singing as well. the food is oomph. nice nice nice. i enjoyed myself tremendously that night. pham gets along well with everybody. that feeling is sweet.

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    and before/after that, we were chilling, at his place. can't remember. he did the'o' with his cigarette smoke. it can only be done in a place where it isn't windy. and so, the toilet shots.

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    i was just talking to john over lunch just now. about how a current love can influence so many things of ours. the way we dress, the way we look at things, etc. and he went on saying, you can actually see a change in someone when he is with a certain girl, and another change when he breaks up with her, and another one when he hooks up with another. our partners influence us deeply. and i have to say that, our friends do, too. but we don't change friends as quickly as we change partners, so the change is subtle.

    so, over this 1 year, i have changed tremendously, i must say. having broken up at least twice, i learnt so much from my exes, and flings, and my past relationships. i grew to accept myself more. and i grew to know myself so much more. i learnt that imperfection is great beauty. and that perfection is attainable, but it is lonely/tiring to be perfect for others, because you know you can live with imperfection.

    i know what i want, and what makes me happy. i learnt how to live for myself, being happy, while not hurting anyone else as well, doing everything with a clear conscience and a positive mind.

    i thank and appreciate every single thing that has happened to me. good and bad. especially the bad. because without them, i wouldn't know how gratifying it is to experience 1 good thing. without them, i wouldn't become who i am today, because the good things that happened to me wouldn't be able to impact and shape me to who and what i am now. without them, i wouldn't have been able to look at life like how i look at it now.

    i'm so positive now that i could dance and make merry with evil and not get drowned in its poison.

    the only one thing i worry about is my commitment phobia. i hope i can settle down, truly. i don't wanna sleep with so many guys to realise, 'oh, i've given up the one i was truly in love and happy with'.

    i'm absorbing everyday. and i like it when i reflect and realise. thank you, whoever up there, who arranges my life to as such.

    lovely.

    ciao!

Friday, 25 September 2009

  • bitter heart

    i am in moscow, russia. should really buy a world map, paste in on my wall and label each destination i've visited and sightsee-ed with a sticker. it would be really fulfilling ((:

    just visited the red square. it was pouring. and the pictures we took all damn chui. will head down again tomorrow to take more pictures which will turn out nicer since our hair would be dry and nice. and to visit lenin's tomb as well because it's only opened on weekends and thursdays. and i wanna visit the armoury museum and the tretyakov gallery. which are in 1000 places to see before you die.

    the russian subway stations are unique. no station is similar nor alike. every station's layout is almost about the same, but the interior, lightings, wall carvings, ceilings and themes vary. very interesting. and the escalators are super long as the stations are fucking deep underground.

    russians have perfected the art of having no expressions on their faces. no wonder russia produces so many supermodels.

    i worked my ass off on the way up. so i bathed, did a facial scrub and mask and soaked in the bathtub with my bath salts from japan. i love soaking. although i know it's a total waste of water, it's good for our blood circulation and metabolic rate, which in turn boost losing weight too. scrubs too. that's why i wanna invest in some body scrub from victoria's secret when i reach houston 3 days later. wanna get more bath salts too, when i go to tokyo for holiday in nov/dec.

    anyway, for your info, i just kena chased outta my realty park house 1 plus week ago. i've moved to pasir ris, my mom's place. but she's not living there. i'll be officially moved, into my rightful room on the 14th october. my stuff are all in boxes, or all over the place. this is causing me much stress. i am very anal about my belongings. so if i snap at you, please understand. and i cook my own meals, wash my own clothes, buy my own groceries, and do housework like using my magiclean to sweep and mop, dust and wipe surfaces, wash my own utensils and cutlery, and so much more. magiclean is my best friend now. i enjoy my newfound freedom and independence. at least i know the food i eat now are all healthy, cooked with olive oil and unprocessed/unrefined sugar and salt, and are all wholemeal. but i still overeat.

    i wanna be skinny. not just slim.

    i'll be going to a kelong for holiday after my 12 days in moscow and houston. gonna eat super fresh seafood all day all night. the only down side? bathe in cold water )): and after that 3 days of sinful cholesterol-filled meals, i'm gonna turn vegetarian.

    no meat, no fish, no seafood, no eggs. but i'll still have my yoghurt, milk and cheese. actually, if you read skinny bitch, our human anatomy and physiology is made for eating fruits and vegetables only. fruits and veg will suffice, i'm certain.

    call me miss ethical, please.