tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14128798270800050582024-02-20T15:54:07.670+08:00PriVaTe JoKeSPriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-21904752232651999432011-05-08T11:32:00.002+08:002011-05-08T11:35:42.800+08:00An epiphany I had on Sara Bareilles' King of Anything<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">King of Anything by Sara Bareilles</span></u></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table<br />
While I look outside<br />
So many things I'd say if only I were able<br />
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by<br />
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You've got opinions, man<br />
We're all entitled to 'em<br />
But I never asked<br />
<br />
So let me thank you for your time<br />
And try not to waste any more of mine<br />
Get out of here fast<br />
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I hate to break it to you babe<br />
But I'm not drowning<br />
There's no one here to save<br />
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Who cares if you disagree? You are not me<br />
Who made you king of anything?<br />
So, you dare tell me who to be<br />
Who died and made you king of anything?<br />
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You sound so innocent<br />
All full of good intent<br />
Swear you know best<br />
<br />
But you expect me to<br />
Jump up onboard with you<br />
Ride off into your delusional sunset<br />
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I'm not the one who's lost<br />
With no direction, oh<br />
But you'll never see<br />
<br />
You're so busy making masks<br />
With my name on it in all caps<br />
You've got the talking down<br />
Just not the listening<br />
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Who cares if you disagree? You are not me<br />
Who made you king of anything?<br />
So you dare tell me who to be<br />
Who died and made you king of anything?<br />
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All my life I've tried<br />
To make everybody happy while I just hurt and hide<br />
<u style="color: #eeeeee;"><b>Waiting for someone to tell me it's my turn<br />
To decide</b></u><br />
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Who cares if you disagree? You are not me<br />
Who made you king of anything?<br />
So you dare tell me who to be<br />
Who died and made you king of anything?<br />
<br />
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me<br />
Who made you king of anything?<br />
So you dare tell me who to be<br />
Who died and made you king of anything?<br />
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Let me hold your crown, babe</div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I like this song a lot but the more i sing, the more i find that something's wrong with the lyrics. And then one day, eureka! I found what's wrong with it. The whole song is about how she wants to tell off this person who constantly tells her what to do with her life. It says here in the lyrics she doesn't want this other persona's opinions and thoughts. She wishes that this other person could just keep his thoughts to himself. She wants to be free and not be told what to do. She is capable of living on her own, and she doesn't need to be rescued. BUT at the verse where i've underlined,</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">it says,</span> <u><b><span style="color: #cccccc;">waiting for someone to tell me it's my</span> <span style="color: #cccccc;">turn</span></b></u><u style="color: #cccccc;"><b> to decide.</b></u><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> WHAT??!! Throughout the whole song, she tells us how she feels about always being controlled by this other rather dominant character, and now she wants <b style="color: #cccccc;"><u style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">someone else</u></b> to come along TO TELL HER that it's her turn to decide?! Woman, you are contradicting towards your own statement! If you know how it feels to always be told what to do, then woman, then why are you waiting for another person to tell you what should be done? You're back to square one where you're still controlled by someone! It ruins the whole purpose of this song! <u><b style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">So dare you tell me who to be</span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">,</span></span></u></span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">yes, no one has the rights to tell you who to be, so please, don't wait for other people to tell you when to decide. You owe your life to no one to please but yourself. It's time you stop letting people tell you what to do, if you want to do something and it feels right to you, just do it. Go with your gut, or in the owl language, gizzard! ;)</span></div></div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Inez.</i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></span></span> </span></span></div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-28240640527364077002011-04-26T20:23:00.000+08:002011-04-26T20:23:43.353+08:00It got me thinking that i might be thinking too much.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was hanging out with a bunch of friends this morning and Russell Peters came up. One of my friends started imitating him and told a gender joke Russell Peters made. It had something to do with how guys can just sit down for 15 minutes and not think about anything while girls can't. According to Russell Peters, us girls can never stop thinking, not even for 5 minutes, we can't! And it is very true. My mind is constantly filled with thoughts. Don't ask me what or why, i don't know. They're just there. Sometimes they even jump from one to another within seconds. And yes, some of the thoughts are incredibly random. I seriously don't know how the boys do it. Not think for 5 minutes is just mission impossible for me, but then again, when do boys ever think anyway. Am i right, girls? ;P</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Inez.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-26902845652410175262011-03-19T18:36:00.001+08:002011-03-19T18:53:24.080+08:00The Comeback<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2 months, i've been m.i.a for 2 months and what's better than to announce to the whole goddamn world, by world, i mean all you beautiful people who read my blog, that I passed my undang test! I was terrified that when i clicked the "tamat sesi" button, i closed my eyes with both of my hands. Good thing the room was empty when i saw my result cos i literally LOL-ed and then very out loud i said, damn bitch you're good! I walked out of the room, with pride i smiled while everyone else looked at me with their IDC faces. Ah, that's one of the best feelings you don't get to feel everyday. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Inez.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As scary as it is, writing my curriculum vitae a.k.a resume, I am grateful for having her as my mother. She's so amazing when it comes to these sorta stuff. I have a lovely pair of parents. One, who knows her way and is fearless in the corporate world, shows us the world as it is. The other, who sees the world in a whole new angle, teaches us many things that other children would only dream of.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thank you so much</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">mommy and daddy. I love you :) </span></div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-30816383408432991242011-01-03T12:50:00.000+08:002011-01-03T12:50:39.698+08:00And It's A Whole New World<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><u>Day #1 of 2011 </u></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My family and I had to attend Chellah mama's funeral. We bid our goodbyes and came home.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><u>Day #2 of 2011</u></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Woke up feeling unwell. I spent the whole day lying down on my bed and staring into space while suffering through the pain.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Everything's gonna be just fine :)</span><br />
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<div align="right"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">Inez.</span></em></span></div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-8532726782064981152011-01-01T02:10:00.000+08:002011-01-01T02:10:45.787+08:00Howdy 2011 !<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Happy New Year ! Great ahead of us everyone. Cheers and BLAST OFF! </span></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Inez.</span></span> </span></span></span></i> </div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-56525943668204037412010-12-31T23:18:00.000+08:002010-12-31T23:18:30.031+08:00Stepping Into 2011<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2011 was just 3 hours away when i got the news that one of my non blood-related grandaunt has passed on to the other side. She didn't make it to witness 2011 happen. She's now in a better place. A place with no pain, no sadness, no suffering, just pure happiness and peace. May she rest in peace. Happy new year Chellah mama.. Happy new year everyone :) </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inez.</span></span></i></span></div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-62378456481299566872010-12-29T00:08:00.000+08:002010-12-29T00:08:09.388+08:00No pressure.. Really ?<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boy : Marry me? </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Girl : Well, this is all so sudden, i need some time to think it over.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boy : Hey, hey, don't worry.<u><i><span style="font-size: small;"> <b>NO PRESSURE. I'LL WAIT FOR YOU AS LONG AS YOU WANT.</b></span></i></u></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AS IF THERE WON'T BE ANY PRESSURE AFTER THE I'LL-WAIT-FOR YOU CRAP!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yes, you say that there won't be any pressure but then knowing that you'll be waiting, IT GIVES A HELL LOT OF PRESSURE. Who would take their time, really take their time to think, consider all of the options and possibilities with peace of mind when they know that there is someone out there, waiting and hoping to be with you. No one could really do that unless you're a heartless evil jackass. So come on, if you don't wanna put pressure on that particular person, don't say that ! I know you people are eager but i haven't came up with something perfectly suitable to say in that sorta situation so b</span></span><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">efore i do, you can try saying ~</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1. Sure thing sweets. Take all the time you need.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. Don't worry about it. What's important is you take your time.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3. Okay, i want you to relax and think about the future, YOUR future before you decide.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There ya go. You've got 3 options to twist and turn about. All better that the i'll-wait-for-you bugger.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Inez.</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Inez.</span></em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-23052910843110441662010-12-13T21:38:00.000+08:002010-12-13T21:38:05.728+08:00Tyler's Birthday at Monte's !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Phew ~ Finally a post with pictures ! We went to Monte's to celebrate Tyler's birthday :) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The food is darn good ! I strongly recommend Monte's ! ;)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez. </span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-55586651437062436802010-11-26T19:54:00.000+08:002010-11-26T19:54:37.234+08:00Birthday Surprise!<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We were sitting at Mikko's living room, watching Finding Nemo. Mikko came up and told us to stand up. She said her maid wants to sweep the floor. "Where is she then?" was what running through my mind when everyone started clapping and singing to the birthday song. I clapped and sang along utterly unsure of what was going on. I tried asking whose birthday it was but all they did was ignore me. Then JinIng, JiaHui and LiWei came up with a candle lit chocolate cake in their hands. It was only when they were walking towards me that i realized the celebration was MY birthday. I believe my face was stunned. My reaction nerve wasn't working. Caught off guard, I wasn't sure of how to react so I just stood there with my goofy smile and surprised look. I definitely didn't see that coming. It was truly a surprise and i absolutely loved it! I had so much fun today and I have the girls to thank for. I love them to bits! :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Birthday girl ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-8731094175610497582010-11-25T18:17:00.001+08:002010-11-25T18:18:43.622+08:00Happy Thanksgiving Everyone !<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Howdy y'all ;) It's Thanksgiving ! I'm grateful for everything that i have and will have in the future. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Here's what i'm grateful for : </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ I'm finally sitting for SPM ! </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ 3 subjects are done and over with.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ My birthday's next Monday ! </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ Tuition classes end next week ! </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ Downloaded Easy A</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ Joined People's Choice and voted too ;)</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">~ SPM's gonna be over soon !! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Oh yeah, i'm grateful for the simple stuff. Life IS simple ;)</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I stumbled upon Ian Somerhalder's foundation webpage. His birthday wish is for people to come together and raise funds to support projects concerning our Planet. For all of you out there who are capable of giving, go on ahead and check it out. It is Thanksgiving afterall ! Enjoy your stuffed turkey now :)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em><a href="http://www.isfoundation.com/">http://www.isfoundation.com/</a></em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-86023963461463858382010-11-12T22:06:00.001+08:002010-11-12T22:06:27.997+08:00Let's Not Overthink It Shall We ?<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today, one of my classmates said something that bugged me -I'm sorry but i'm not a gentleman so don't expect me to help you. Well, not of that exact context but that's what he meant. Before this, he wrote on his status that he thinks the world's unfair. He wonders about the existenece of a gentlegirl instead of a gentleman. He thinks that it's unfair that boys are always the ones who tolerate and give in to girls. Well, i'm not gonna be the judge of this but if we were to lay every single unfairness between boys and girls, i think we're even. It's not easy being a boy, neither it is easy being a girl. Well it's not easy being anything ! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My point is, why do we need to differentiate and label ourselves? Whether you are a gentleman or not, it's up to you to decide. What other people want to think is out of our control. Instead of complaining or trying to be the perfect gentleman, why can't we just let things be simple and help each other as friends? Why do we have to label ourselves in a way that'll make everything so complicated? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I guess that's jsut the norm of us human minds. We tend to overthink every single detail and confuse everyone including ourselves. We just can't be simple.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-58310283524830974562010-11-03T19:26:00.000+08:002010-11-03T19:26:12.961+08:00Come and Go<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's the 3rd of November. I used to love this month. November was always fun. School ends in this month, my birthday is this month, etc .. I've always loved this month, just not this year's. It's SPM. I don't get to celebrate my birthday. I have a paper on my birthday and the whole week. So many reason i don't like this year's November. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, there's this song that i love. It's called <em>Start All Over Again by Dana Glover and Dave Koz. </em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Hope everyone has a bloody awesome November ;)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez. </span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-87127784689193873152010-10-26T19:50:00.000+08:002010-10-26T19:50:29.192+08:00Human Nature<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Hipocrites. We all are. One thing different is, we're separated by different levels. Congratulations, you just hit the highest level of hipocracy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-7128894477716140912010-10-25T19:28:00.000+08:002010-10-25T19:28:06.375+08:00When You Think It's Impossible<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/EvehjvyqI0Q/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvehjvyqI0Q?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvehjvyqI0Q?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-2599360909462084832010-10-24T17:27:00.000+08:002010-10-24T17:27:37.556+08:00High School Graduation<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had a blast graduating yesterday. It was so much fun. The anticipation, the drama, the cameras flashing all over and everyone looked so pretty. I was nervous at first but when i was walking up the stage, i turned auto-pilot. I didn't feel anything. All i know is i was on auto-pilot. God knows how and why that happened.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I felt like i took tons of pictures. It was fun taking pictures and having my pictures taken. The food wasn't good though. After we had our meals, Vanesa snuck into my bus and we went back to school together. The teacher in charge didn't even take our attendance. The bus just left. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">After we reached school, we took a few more pictures with someof our friends. Then we went over to Syaza's house. Vanesa went with Aiman on his bike, while Jaseem and I walked. The others took the car. It was nice, walking and talking with Jaseem. It's been some time since we've talked like this. Before this, we were all busy with the exams and stuff. We ordered pizzas cos we were still hungry. The food over at Putrajaya wasn't really good. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-75230254150647825542010-10-22T17:50:00.000+08:002010-10-22T17:50:37.953+08:00Cheers To The Past 5 Years<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tomorrow's graduation. I.AM.FREAKING.OUT. No one in my family seem to be excited but i'm bloody anxious! I'm worried about almost everything! My hair, my outfit, my make up, my shoes, if i'll look good. Gahh~ I have purple scrunchie curlers all over my head now. I'm not sure if it'll last for the day tomorrow but i'm willing to give it a shot. The biggest thing that i'm worried about is one of the you-know-who teachers would roll out some unwanted critics on me like some kind of fashion patrol officers. That would definitely ruin my day. I know that it isn't that of a big deal but still, after five years, ah, we deserve a day like this. Dressing up, going on stage, entertained by some performances, and food. I doubt that the food would be any good but that's not really the point is it. Anyhoo, let's hope that everything goes well and may all of us have a great day tomorrow ! :) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">With love, </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-70265383415096329612010-10-17T11:11:00.000+08:002010-10-17T11:11:32.311+08:00Judgements<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Everyone's so worked up about being judged lately. It's like a trend where people write on their profile about how much they love themselves and how other people shouldn't judge. Well, i think everyone's free to judge, it's just a matter of keeping quiet or the other way round. I mean, this life, it's all about judging, you can never run away from it, neither can you stop it. It's a natural thing, I don't think anyone can live without judging. Hell, people even judge my darling Jello. Yes, it's hard when people judge you but it's something we all have to live with. If you don't want other people to judge you, you start by not doing so, not to anyone or anything for that matter. Just know that when someone judges you, that person has hundreds of other people judging him. It's the norm of the society. We judge.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-79896706572787640822010-10-16T01:45:00.000+08:002010-10-16T01:45:10.581+08:00I Need My FairyGodmother.<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I spent the day living in my own little world. I went to school as usual but somehow i manage to keep my mind to myself. I was occupied with my Sidney Sheldon. I was anticipated to get to the bottom of the mystery. Vanesa for one was pissed at me for partially ignoring her. I'm sorry but sometimes you just wanna shut the big world out for a while and enjoy some 'me' time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I've been cracking my head lately trying to figure out the attire for my graduation. Yes. I.AM.GRADUATING.HIGH.SCHOOL. Upper secondary to be specific. The only problem is that i have no idea what to wear. I wish, someone could spare me some money to buy a dress, a pair of shoes, and a perfect hairdo. I want this to be perfect but i am lack of resources. Where is my fairy godmother when i need her ? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-19100984543365268982010-10-15T06:54:00.000+08:002010-10-15T06:54:51.505+08:00Hello :)<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">WHOA ! It's been SO long since i've posted anything here. Haha. I miss you little bloggie. I've never understood how my friends could miss their blogs. It sounded ridiculous to me but now, i entirely understand it. In my case, i've been writing but most of them are in my draft box. This is what happens when you don't have a laptop of your own. I share with my mom, no, more like she lets me use it when she's not. Before i could finish my post she'd be standing beside me, waiting for me to give it up like a hawk. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I have so much to blog but ugh, so little time :( I have to go to school now. Hm. I'll have fun ! :) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez. </span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-72311287417592692722010-10-09T22:23:00.001+08:002010-10-11T10:52:56.138+08:00I Won't Let You Ruin My Day :)<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I clicked no rsvp to the tongue in chic fashion bazaar yesterday. I have tuition classes so i don't get to go. For some reason, i got over it very quickly this time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Around somewhere near to the end of my class, my phone kept ringing so i came down to pick it up. It was mom and after i put down the phone i checked my messages. There was one from Louise telling me to get ready. I wanted to jump on the spot but then my tutor was right behind me so i held everything back. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">After tuition, i got ready and then off we went to the fashion bazaar ! I bought two rings and a pair of earrings. I wore a topshop crisp white button blouse and my MNG grey short jeans along with my grey studded flats. I had so much fun dressing up. I really enjoy dressing up and playing with fashion. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I must thank Louise for being such a sweetheart bringing me there. I'm sorry mamee for wearing you Topshop shirt before you did and without your permission. I will ask for your permission the next time. I just wish you could control your tone. It can be very rude sometimes. I know that i do that too but at least i have you to remind me. As for you, i would be more than happy to remind you that but no offence, you are too stubborn to listen. I must say, that i salute Louise. She tells you off, turn around and everything is okay again. I don't know how she does it. You're so difficult to handle but she does everything like she has a manual to it. I don't tell her all of these because i know she doesn't listen. Maybe she does but everytime i do, she makes me feel like she doesn't. It hurts every single time i try to express. I'll end up screwing myself for telling her. As much as i love you, mom, i'll keep this to myself. For now at least. And i hope to tell you one day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-1674358085472808012010-10-08T16:30:00.000+08:002010-10-08T16:30:36.919+08:00Stumbled Upon A Good Day<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hm, what day is today ? Oh yeah, its freaky flyday !!! Woot woot ! The day i've been waiting for is here ! Haha. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I planned to wake up late, eat, watch tv the whole day and enjoy doing everything i like. Oh you know how things never go as planned sometimes. I ended up waking up at 7, going to school, mind you not to study, haha, i went along with my mom to send Jason to school. After doing some grocery shopping over at the market, we went for breakfast. It's nice to feel the cool breeze during breakfast. I kinda enjoy having breakfast at 7.30 in the morning. The place is not as stuffy as it is at 10. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When we come home, my mom decided to clean the storeroom. YES, ABSOLUTELY PSYCHOTIC. I felt like my perfect day was gonna be ruined. She told me to move all of the old photo albums we had in this plastic bag into one of her spoiled luggage bag. Me, being the good girl *winkwink, did as i was told. As i moved the photo albums, i opened them to see. There were tons of photos. I browsing through the photos was like watching my dad grow up. From kiddies in the garden to primary school, to teens with the open-five-buttons-crisp-shirt plus flared end trousers and the long-flowy-blow-dry-hairdo fashion to bieng fat thin fat again, and then thin again, moustache, no moustache, well, technically, he's went from no-no fashion to oh-not-bad fashion. All credits to me momma that is. As for my mom, she went from schoolgirl pinafore uniform to spongy shoulder blazers, high waisted skirts, acid wash jeans, flats and then to a wedding gown. They looked so happy in their wedding pictures. Also, not to forget all of those pictures they took travelling around Europe. After all of those, came Louise, then me, and then Jason. (: It was flying down memory lane. Watching Louise went from girly girl to specs wearing shy shy girl and then the long hair feminine and pretty but sometimes jakun self now. Me, from bald baby to posy boycut-hairdo girl to specky to, i have no idea how to describe the present me. Jason turned from being chubby cutesy baby boy to the tall skinny boy he is now. It felt like i flew down momery lane. Weddings, birthdays, new-born babies, fashion comebacks .. Fuhh ~ Quite a jorney i would say. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My day turned out to be better than what i have planned. All of the photos made me smile, all of the memories made me laugh. This has been one of the good days i stumbled upon. Come often now candies :) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez.</span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412879827080005058.post-21605514625356332752010-10-06T20:51:00.001+08:002010-10-06T21:06:33.994+08:00My Childhood Hero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This, lasses and lads, is my is childhood hero, Shivaji Rao Gaekwad a.k.a Rajinikanth. I used to watch all of his movies with my grandma. He was always jumping around, fighting and saving the world. I stumbled upon this picture of him, i don't know if it was edited or anything, but he looks really old here. With all his wrinkles and balding head. I feel down, looking at this picture. The thought of me growing up and him growing old. It makes me feel like my childhood is way behind me now. I miss watching his movies almost every weekend with grandma. Going to bed thinking about the way he would rescue me when i get into trouble and how awesome it would be. Funny how my childhood fantasy wasn't about being rescued by Superman or Spiderman, but it was being saved by Rajinikanth :) He is the roots to my passion. He made me feel like i can do anything and that everything's possible.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">P.S. He and tata kinda look alike. Tsk tsk .. (:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inez. </span>PriVaTe JoKehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01678938183187412967noreply@blogger.com0