Temporary Skin... Roar!

So it seems like I have changed my blogskin to what it was back then when I started out blogging.

:/ The one without my ginormous photo up there as my blogskin.

My friend "is doing the blogskin now" and it will be done in 2 weeks. So till then, please read my blog with this superbly boring one I got from Blogskins.com.

Recently I have been indulging in a few random FLIPS on my Nintendo Ds Lite.

For you random people out there who have no idea what FLIPS are, it is something like an e-book, which means my Ds Lite is like a mini Kindle.

So I have completed the Percy Jackson series two days ago, and I am starting to read this series of chick-lit books from Cathy Cassidy.

I don't particularly enjoy them, but they seem decent enough and I can complete them in 2 hours. :/ So it really is not so bad.

I just hate chick-lit right now, seeing that the main character of the first book did not end up with the guy she likes. And the main character in the second book almost did not end up with the guy she likes.

I am a little apprehensive about reading the next book, and I am most pissed at the fact that the girl in the first book did not end up with the guy.

You are probably unable to understand why I am so pissed, I don't even understand it myself.

Heh.

Oh, and I frickin love the Percy Jackson series.

I think I just might love it more than I love the Harry Potter series. :D

I think the movie came out just in time, unlike Harry Potter, because the Percy Jackson movie came out after all the books were written, which makes it... a lot better to me, considering that the last few books of Harry Potter were written as they were producing the movie.

I don't really get what I'm typing above.

But I think I am trying to say that because of the timing of the movies, the Percy Jackson books feel like the author is not writing for the sake of money.

If you are a hardcore Harry Potter fan, you probably will hate me for saying this, but seriously, don't you think the standards of Harry Potter books have dropped ever since a huge deal has been made about it with all the movies and merchandise and cult and religion controversies. :/

I probably do not get what I am typing out right now, considering that it's nearly 1am here, and usually at this time, I will be reading on my Ds Lite, whose name by the way, is Morpheus Poofy Cloud.

Named after the minor Greek god of Dreams and the high school that Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents attended. :D

I shall abruptly end this post while I find something to eat.

I think I will be baking soon. My oven is rotting somewhere in the living room, still brand new in its box since the day it got here. ROAR!

Hey there, HEY!

FOR ALL YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT...

My friend is taking part in a competition, and I would like it very much if you could all help by voting for her.

CLICK HERE TO VOTE!

Her entry is on the first page, under the name Kuridoki.

You would most probably find her name familiar if you hover around Deviantart...

Hi, my name is Roo and I am a shopaholic.

Hi, my name is Roo and I am a shopaholic.

Just last Friday, I went out with my friend, in hopes of enjoying my day with shopping and sushi, which I obviously did.

And just before 7pm, my friend had already bought probably 10 items, and I had only bought 5 pairs of earrings at 90 cents each, which was pretty shocking, considering the fact that every time we go out, I will be the one who shops the most, buying everything useless and ridiculous. So I was actually rather proud of myself, for buying those earrings and those earrings only.

Until we went into Marina Square's Zara...

In there, I bought a pair of jeans, and a black cardigan. I needed a black cardigan, but I didn't need another pair of jeans. I already own 2 pairs of Zara jeans, both of which I have yet to wear them out. But I couldn't resist because they were bleached, they fit me, and they were destroyed/destructed-looking. From there, I had already spent $110 on all those.

And it didn't help that there was a 15% sale off regular priced items in the participating outlets of some event. And one of the participating shops was Topshop.

This is so sinful, I went in and bought another pair of jeans, the pair that I was lusting after for quite a while now, which cost me $80 after the 15% discount.

Oh, and I went to Ikea today and bought $26 worth of rubbish. Not really rubbish, but just things I like and just went ahead and got them.

Needless to say, I have to cut down on my shopping for the next month. Yes, next month. There goes my order for some cosmetics and brushes I had my eye on since like, beginning this year.

I obviously need help with my spending. ;A;

*sinks into depression*

And it doesn't help that I was told that my current part-time job will not last me for a very long time. The contract of the shop is expiring soon and there's a very high possibility that the boss will not extend the contract.

With the sudden thought of the loss of my job in future, I have come to realise that I will NOT be able to sustain my shopping needs on and offline.

Given that I still have my allowance, it is not enough for me to shop as much as I do right now just by surviving on that.

Somebody help me, please? ):

All you need is love.

I just had one of the worst weeks in my history of worst weeks. :/

I broke down in front of someone, which is not something I do, at all.

I can literally count the number of times I broke down in front of someone (excluding family) on one hand.

So you can just imagine how bad it is for me to actually break down in front of someone... on a random day.

It pretty much all started from my inability to appear vulnerable in front of anybody.

And my want for someone to love me a lot and shower me with a lot of attention... probably. :/

I have been up to some... stuff recently.

And I was questioned why am I doing this because there has to be a reason for me to turn up every week and go through the same process. :/

It is nothing scandalous or skanky, stupid.

I was asked why, and it broke me down.

I was trying to get into character, getting into the mood of being emo to be able to do it.

So I had actually thought of some random people, and many things that had happened before.

And suddenly when questioned why, I just couldn't answer and just broke down.

This post is getting ridiculously hard to type out because... my vocabulary is so limited that I am incapable of telling people how I feel.

It just seemed like, all I wanted was attention, and still am seeking that one stupid thing called love.

I feel like my time left to do anything I want is running out...

My youth is dwindling, and I feel like, everything I do, every decision I make cannot be something that is spontaneous or impulsive anymore.

I want to be able to decide things for my own, and to be able to do things on impulse.

I am still young, as many would say.

I want to see the world and make mistakes.

Sighh...

I shall just conclude this post like that. It is pretty emotionally traumatising to put myself through it again, having gotten much fun over the past few days.

A piece of me.

I have a weirdly unachievable dream.

The more I think about it, the more I think I will not be able to make it.

But as that happens, at the same time, I think it is very much achievable since things like that have actually happened in real life.

Why am I such a weird person?

Random update.

I have changed the way I blog since the day I started blogging here.

I started by blogging about the things that went on in my life, the random thoughts I had in mind.
I blogged about the eyecandies I had in school, and that I needed to poo.
(I do realise that there's some sort of a flow going on here, like I am writing a poem. :/ It is obviously not intended, stupid.)

A friend of mine put on her Twitter that every tweet has their own shelf life, and I realise that is pretty true when it came to my blog.

I am counting on the fact that one day I will become super rich and famous, known throughout the land for my awesome sense of fashion and hair.

So all the things I have blogged about cannot be offensive one way or another.

:/

And I certainly do not want to be classified as "part of the 80% who blogs about his/her daily life". I do not see the need to blog about what I eat, what I do, and how pissed I am at the fact that I, a person who hates being in the middle of crowds, am stuck in the middle of crowded area full of smelly people.

I tried to set myself apart from the world, which is already pretty much shown by the way I dress and the way my hair is.

By the way, my brother said this shirt is nice, but my mother thinks I dress too much like a cartoon character. D:

And that was the shirt I wore.

:/ I know it is a fake Jeremy Scott, but I like it ok. D:

The original one is a sweatshirt, and it's not practical for wearing in a country of such insane climate. D:

I have come to realise that despite being boring and the norm, blogging about what you eat, what you have done, and where you went and your chatlogs with your friends, it has actually become... ... really interesting.

I know this blog post is not making any sense. I just wanted people out there to know I am not dead yet, and am very much alive, and my hair is looking like a lion's mane.

I have spent my days doing stupid things like,

1. Watching anime.
2. Get pissed over 2ne1. (I have a love-hate relationship with them.)
3. Watch more anime.
4. Swoon over the awesome main character in the anime.
5. Complain that guys in Singapore are nothing like that.
6. Add to my list of what Singaporean guys should improve on.
7. Then putting it on Twitter for the world to see.
8. Going "YES YES! OMG YOU THINK SO TOO RIGHT!" with random people online.
9. And then going back to watch more anime.
10. Ah yes, and shop online like no tomorrow.

On a random note,

I think it will be really entertaining to webcam with Maya of LM.C. :DD

We can compare cheek sizes, and how squishy our cheeks are. :D

:D

I shall just end this post here because I am going to pressurize my friend to do up my new blogskin soon.

Yes, you're reading it right, I am getting a new blogskin. :D

Now I probably need to organise another photo shoot... D:

Time flies too fast...

She...

Was my best friend back in Primary School and Secondary School till I was in Secondary 4.

We kinda lost contact since then, because I avoided her with my dying will...

Today I am feeling a bit nostalgic, because I went out to meet another Primary School classmate of mine, Chuting.

Chuting left for UK at age 14, she's a year older than me, and she did not come back to Singapore for the past 7 years.

She's from China by the way, and no, she's not like that annoying China bitch who snatched your seat in the MRT/cut your queue/spit on you/step on you without apologizing.

She is more... civilized than that, considering that she left China at a very young age.

No, I am not saying ALL people from China are like that, but apparently most of the China people my friends and I encounter happened to be whatever I had describe above.

I was feeling that random sense of nostalgia, so I decided to write this post, and also because I know it's been a gabajillion years since I update this space.

I miss my best friend, the girl pictured up there.

(No, she's not Chuting, if you read this post carefully.)

I miss the time she would call me up in the randomest of times at night when everyone at home would be sleeping already.

And we would talk till about 1am, which was considered to be extremely late at age 12.

I miss the time we would always hang out together during recess and after school because, truth be told, I got along better with her friends and her more than I do with my own classmates.

I miss the time we would sneak over to the market opposite our school (because we were banned from leaving the school during the lunch break before our enrichment classes.) and buy ice cream and fizzy drinks.

I miss the time I would go over to her house, and we would set up a tent in her room and do stupid stuff like... playing Reversi in there.

I remembered a time I hurt her feelings indirectly once, and in turn she hurt me back many years later.

I started becoming close to this thick-skulled friend of mine (INSIDE JOKE.), Kt, because of our love for random Japanese stuff like anime/manga and Japanese pop music.

And slowly I became a lot more close to Kt than I was to her. :/

I know she was hurt because I... did something I was not suppose to.

HAHAHA, but she did that same thing back to me.

(No, that was not the thing she did to hurt me.)

As we graduated from Primary School, we got separated because her parents felt that the secondary school I was applying for did not have great facilities.

(But seriously, that school was under major renovation/construction that's why. And the holding school SUCKED BALLS.)

(And I know whatever I typed above looked very much like a lesbian love story, but hell no, we are both straight.)

So we got separated, but we still keep contact with each other, meeting up to go out on random weekends to the only place we know, which was Takashimaya. -_-

She lost a lot of weight since Primary School, and she obviously is pretty. So naturally many guys flocked to her, and slowly our phone calls became all about deciphering what the actions of those dumb boys meant.

I got sick of it because it went from trying to decipher to trying to defend what it meant. So I started avoiding her calls.

... I don't remember when she stopped calling. But I only remembered keeping contact with her through Friendster. -_-

Now, when we meet up, things are just awkward.

Gone are the days where we would do stupid random stuff together.

And I kinda miss that...

Now she has her own friends, and I am still stuck with the friends I made since Primary and Secondary School.

My social circle decreased as the others increased... I feel like I have reached a stagnant point in my social life where there are no more people I can meet and make friends with...

Time flies too fast, and after meeting Chuting today, I just felt a lot older than I really am.

I miss being young and the ability and luxury of doing things without thinking.

I suppose I am the only person I know who can't decide on what she wants to do in future.

I want to take Liberal Arts, I want to do Graphic Design.

I want to take up Music, I want to do Animation.

I want to do Visual Communications, I want to take up Dance.

I want to be a Korean popstar, I want to be Tom Kaulitz' wife.

(Please just ignore the last statement. It's meant to make the above sound more... rhyme-y.)

People I know are expecting me to do Interior Design after I graduate.

Like find an Interior Design firm, or pray hard that the firm I interned at would want me.

Then work hard as a designer for the next 30-40 years of my life till I retire/die.

I do not want that.

I resent that idea because there are so many things I can do and want to do with my life.

I think I am still living in my own little world, where I have yet to grow up.

I still believe that dreams do come true if you work hard for it, and I still believe that there are more things in life to do than to study, get a job, then screw your life up and just die like that.

I guess I really am scared to go out and work...

I can only imagine the horror... Facing a boss who will scream his/her head off at you for doing crappy work.

Or face the fear of retrenchment, or pay cut, or not earning enough money for you to retire when you're old. D:

I don't want to end my youth like that...

I WANT TO GO BACK TO BEING YOUNG AGAIN! D: