Today is SiewLing's birthday. She is my sexy soul mate, sexier than Severus Snape/Alan Rickman/Johnny Depp/John Mayer put together.

We are both dysfunctional, but the odd thing is that ours is the most functional relationship I've ever had. I trust her completely, it feels really good to have someone like her.

There are so many things she is. She is awfully smart and funny and indie and woffly and the best huggle buddy and zen master guanyin on lilypad and she has a short cute tongue and she had literary prowess that leave me in awe and she has good spelling (unlyke me) and she can be awfully McKookie and McChungCheng. (That's the most 'and's I've had in one sentence. I think.) She is also more sweet and juicy than a red juicy watermelon. But that's not all she is. She is brave and intelligent and an optimist by choice. She loves God passionately and I admire her because she chooses to praise Him, in spite of. Everything.

Most people say they love her so much because she doesn't judge - because she understands and is open minded. I am often judgmental, and maybe she balances me out. Me? I love her so because she pushes me to be better than I am, she never lets me remain status quo and she tells me I am bigger than my situations. She holds my hand when I'm freaked out and gives me perspective when I'm too emo bemo/cranky/crazy/bitchy to be objective. But that's not why she's my soul mate I love her so much. I love her so much simply because she's Seet Siew Ling (aka Seet Ling/ Siew Leng). And we click so well. Even after the worst fights and the silly arguments, it never changes.

So this post is for her, because she fully deserves it.


Happy Birthday sweetie. Here's to a fabulous year ahead, and to the many more we're gonna share.

You've got a friend in me. (:

I am not dead, just uninspired and busy. Life is good - last night I morphed into mermaid, complete with blue hair, heavy eye makeup and bright red lips for a job I did at DXO. Sat with a bunch of boring bankers. The rude MC ignored me - and I have never felt like such a blond bimbo (ok fine blue) in my life. It was as if they thought that simply because I had sequins on, my brains didn't exist and conversation never strayed from makeup and hair products. The bankers stared lasciviously at my awful dress that kept sliding down, I had to pose with some horrible smokers and soon to be taitais who clutched to their LVs and Gucci, and pretend to be interested in the very dead party. The only consolation was meeting Ian's two friends - Nicholas and Emerick - who seemed to be as bored as I was. Other than that? ASDFGHJKL.

Oh well. It was easy money.


Ok its back to the books. See you lovelies soon.

To cheer up any rainy day -

He looks nothing like my boyfriend, I muse to myself as I watched him leave my door. As he started to make his way down the stairs, something in me clicked. I followed him and grabbed his arm. He turned toward me, surprised. Taking a deep breath in, I reached out my hands to hold his face, and then I kissed him.


It was just acting. We had to redo the scene in different angles till our director was satisfied.

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A couple of days ago, I sat with a new friend - a new SIFE member - in Vivocity as he told me how he felt people in his diploma seemed very fake. I don't think its just his course though, I think its life. After all, Shakespeare once said the world's a stage and we're merely actors.

We all act, we all put on fronts. Maybe because we fear reality. We fear the possibility that all we can ever achieve is mediocrity. Maybe we act simply because it's easier to be someone else. Things won't get so messy that way. So we pretend.

Just like the sister who acts as if her brother isn't cheating on his girlfriend to save the poor girl from pain. Or the son who pretends his dad doesn't hit his mom in the facade that his is a happy family. Like the friend who shoves the problem in a relationship under the carpet for a few more days of 'normalcy' in the friendship.

Once in a while though, you take off the masks, you drop the facade and hope and pray like crazy that the person seeing the real you likes what he/she sees. Some betray your trust, break you and make you so much more cynical (but that's for an entirely different post). Others.. well, some accept you for who you are, flaws and all. They love you even when you don't have (literal and metaphorical) makeup on, and what's more? They take their masks off with you.

It's just like when some of the best times with the girlfriends are when they come over for a slumber party at my place, sans makeup. The contact lenses are off and their hair swept into careless ponytails.

I fully understand the pain that comes with betrayal - oh trust me on this. But when you count the costs and weigh the benefits, I'd like the believe the benefit of living life with a significantly lighter load far outweighs potential risk of a heavy heart. So despite the heartbreak, I'm still going to keep trying.


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If you're wondering, the video turned out pretty funny - we looked like we were shooting a Suria drama. The Boyfriend was a-ok about it and rightfully so. I think my boyfriend's the better kisser anyway.

The mad rush to complete assignments is well on its way and there's a sense of ennui in the air as everyone burns the midnight oil to churn out graphs on SPSS and do voice overs imitating Ling-Ling for an Audio Production project. It doesn't help that a virus is spreading like wildfire and everywhere I turn people fall sick left right and centre. My groupmates, as much as I love them have become increasingly short tempered and ohgod I can't wait for everything to end.

The only relief and entertainment comes when watching our class Britney Spears' Hit Me Baby One More Time video.

Enjoy.

I fall overboard just so you can catch me.

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