I’ll show you a puzzled face if you asked me whats a blog, 2 yrs ago. It all started when Joyce asked for my opinion on combinations of colours. I asked her whats that for and she told me that its for her blog. I got one for myself that very same night.

After I got my own blog at www.tabulas.com(forgot the name of the blog), I still didnt know what the heck a blog was for. All I knew was to type anything I felt like and post it up for people to read(that is if someone actually visit my page). So I made it like a diary of mine,only I write in it once a week. I thought that it was so boring and pointless and I stopped like…1 month later(cant remember how long).

Somehow, I stumbled upon someone else’s blog in xanga and it looked so cool and interesting to me that I started my second blog at www.xanga.com/bakedlobster. I am still using it until today. I like xanga. I like the layout and the combination of colours I put together. Now….why did I start another blog here at blogspot?

To bitch about people(tho I havent started to)! People as people who read my blog at xanga. As in people I know in real life. I am a nice person, really. I dont normally mouth-off at people. I just keep those unhappy things unsaid and forget about it. But things can get put of hand sometimes and I need a place to release my anger. Thats how this blog was born. It might be worse to bitch about people behind their back but who doesnt? If it can save friendships, relationships and all from breaking, why not? Its all good…

How did you started to blog?

d-(^.-)-b

This is a really lame joke but it got me laughing like a mad woman for a good five minutes.

So. What’s Nemo’s mum’s name??
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Her name is…… Nema(your mother. no, not yours). Dont be offended. Its meant to be a joke. No other meanings. Read and forget bout it!

Today, 29th July, is Diksha’s birthday. I almost forgot about it. Was laying around at home when Wei Shen sms-ed me asking if I was free to go for supper at Asia Cafe. Well, it was dinner for me as its my second meal of the day. Anyway, despite having headache and was feeling dizzy, I went.

There, I met Ben, Jet and Cecelia. We all had dinner and cracked stupid jokes when Wei Shen, Jet and Ben told me that they wanna go to Secret Recipe to get Diksha some cake(yea…it was 11+pm that time). I was so blur. I even told WS that I wanted a piece of Tiramisu. It was minutes after they left then it came to my mind that Secret Recipe closed dy lahh.

So three of us waited for them and they came back empty-handed. How dissapointed we were…. So, we continued to tell one another lame jokes when a hawker guy appeared out of no where carrying a bowl of Pan Mee Soup. Question marks formed immediately above my head. Didnt we all had our supper(dinner for me)? Then WS told the guy to place the Pan Mee in front of Diksha…

Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to Diksha~ Happy Birthday to you~~~, we all sang while everyone else was staring at our table. The three of them came up with an idea. They replaced the cake+candles with a bowl of hot Pan Mee! Diksha was told to blow the mee as if he was blowing off the candles… I am sure Diksha is gonna think of his 21st birthday whenever he passes by a Pan Mee stall….*sniffs* How touching >.<

Was strolling around in Mid Valley with Wendy today and we got attracted by this Lancome thingy. Purchased some stuff and got to get made over and photographed by the professionals. At least thats what they call themselves.

Was waiting for them to print my pictures when one of them made a remark.

Prof : Are you mixed?
Me : Urm…..No. I’m a pure chinese.
Prof : Really?? You look like a mixed kuai mui(westerner)
Prof no.2 : I thought you’re a Malay!
Me : Urmm…well, my mum is a Taiwanese.
Both : You don’t look local.

Heck. I hate those remarks. Had people said that I look like a Jap, Eurasian, Chindian, native etc. I wanna look like a pure chinese

Do I look like what they said I looked like?

Thats how I looked when I was there. Say no!

I am feeling very insecure now. Someone please help me. I tried my best to not think bout it but people around keep reminding me of it. How long more can I force myself to not think bout it? Its tearing me up inside. It does hurt to see what I have seen. I wanna forget about it. Someone help me. Gonna have another row of sleepless nights. Welcome back, dark circles. Know you would not leave me alone for long. Migrane, please dont be harsh on me. You know I can’t stand you. I dont want to pop 8 pills down one go just to keep you away, again. I hate it. I hate both of you. You not only make me ugly, you also make me lose my concentration. Please spare me. Please. I am asking nicely. Have mercy on me. Leave me alone.