Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Friend-of-a-Friend-of-a-Friend.

Friends, how do I define friends?

Well first off, if you've only gotten to know me just recently (these past couple years that is), you most probably would only know a hand full of facts about me. And that is even if we spent every minute of  the day together. But if you have known me since half a decade ago or less, and are still friends with me, you'd seemingly know what I'm about to blabber on in this post. Let's hope it's not as lengthy as all my other emotional posts.
Disclaimer: I honestly am not trying to promote myself or to nourish the fact that I am very significant or anything. And neither am I trying to discriminate any other types of people. It's kinda weird to have to put a disclaimer note here but I just had to. 
After everything that I've experienced and gone through the last 5 years or so, I've come to a point where I start ranking every new person I meet before getting to know more about them. Don't judge a book by it's cover, you say? Well actually, I call it enhancing your analytical ability. I don't see the point of being friends with someone if they're gonna be complete assholes. (pardon the language.) Or being friends with the general 'Friend-of-a-Friend-of-a-Friend'. And neither do I see the point in being close to those who invariably forecast doom and gloom based solely on their bad experiences.

Why would I want to torment myself by clinging on to those that makes me feel dispirited to be alive? And plus, it doesn't really matter how I judge someone in my mind now, does it? As long as I keep it to myself, I think it's perfectly reasonable.


Now before you start going all 'Oh she doesn't need friends' on me, I'll have you know that I do. And I do think that it is important to have some connections. But on the on the other end of the spectrum, neither do I think they are all that.

I agree, building connections are unquestionably important. Particularly with those who are substantial in the future. But how do we know which are the ones that would soon be one of the most resourceful and valuable people out there? Figure it out. Back to my point, yes, creating connections are important. But networking isn't a number game. There's no way to build meaningful connections with dozens, much less hundreds of people. Why develop so many senseless connections when you can only truly connect to a handful?

To cut my 5-year-sob-story short, I have major trust issues. Therefore, I hand pick the bunch of friends I hang out with. Yes, I'm choosy and I have requirements. But no, I don't shout it out to the whole world about how and what I think about you, no. I keep it all to myself. Which is what I meant by this being perfectly reasonable.

Being picky and all is the reason why I don't feel comfortable making new friends in my university. (Don't get me wrong, I have a bunch of great loving friends. But they're just all not in the same uni as me.) Every single life form in my course are competitive and that makes it even harder to find real friends. I made a handful of them and honestly, I sincerely do think that they are enough.

Some people drift like zombies. They wander aimlessly from task to task, from day to day with no plan and no goal. But here, everyone has their very own purpose. And they'd start slaughter if you were to get in their way.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Cake your face.

Here to rant yet about another ordinary month.

Recent faces.

I am about to verge upon the butt end of my first semester in this campus and that can only mean... final exams are in a week. The thing is, I was disembarked here during a short semester. The entity of my university is that the authority of hand-picking your own subjects for first-semester students are strictly off limits. They just give out pre-organized class schedules to the newbies. I was a newbie. And so, the choice of subjects I took this semester was out of my hands. Which wasn't that much of a bad situation for me. I was assigned two subjects, one which was at a 100% coursework grading. So that means I only had one paper to sit for this week... French.

Having only two subjects brought about only 3 days of classes with extra short study hours during the week. for 7 weeks. I was at ease. Given my very little hours of exposure in the university, people hardly see me and I hardly see them too. 

But don't get me wrong. I have friends. Quite an amount of them I might say. Friends that did pre-u with me and also my secondary school friends. But still, it's still kinda difficult to actually see them around the campus. Not saying that I do not bump into any friends but the thing is... Every time when I do bump into a friend, this will happen...

Friend: Hey Eunice! I didn't know you're studying here! What course are you doing?
Me: Hi Friend! It's been a while. I'm doing CL.
Friend: Waaaahh. You makeup ah?
Me: Erh...Yeah... I gotta go dude. See ya!
Friend: Ok!

Sometimes I feel like I am being a little too gracious. I wouldn't flip out like this if people were to ask me this once. But do you really have to ask me so many times? I am not doing my make up like stage gaga now am I? I really do not know how to respond to this. Why does this only happen in my school? Maybe because only 20% of the girls in my university wears makeup. So I guess that's why they're going all ballistic on me and trying to tell me that wearing makeup here is weird and uncalled for. 

Well, I guess unless you have really bad eye sight, why else would you deliberately ask if someone's wearing makeup when you can clearly tell that she is? You think I look weird is it? Not nice is it?

Your thoughts?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Even when I don't say a thing.

I was complete fine until about 5 days ago. I do not get sick often. Yes, I mean it. I am not your typical girlie girl that get feverish or get tummy aches just after eating food that went bad or after getting rained on a little. I have a strong immune system. My body is used to all the bacteria I take in daily. I don't normally get colds or fevers or flus or anything. And even if I did get under attack germs and viruses, I don't visit Mr. An Apple A Day. I'd just chuck down two of those white things that reliefs headaches. Yes smartass, panadol. I consider myself getting sick an annual thing. So I guess the time of the year has arrived. Yeepee?


I had a minor cold. You know just the common cold, running nose, sore and itching throat, the constant sneezing and watery eyes. After the third day, I know everything was about to end. When suddenly the universe just decides to rain on my parade. I mean that literally. I literally got rained on. So that very same night, I got the fever. 

So weak, getting cold and feeling lethargic all the time really is not my thing. I don't even know what I can or cannot and should or should not do when I'm sick. Don't tell me I'm stupid because this is the basics and general knowledge, I am not a fking NURSE. Why don't you go build a fking computer using carbon nanotubes. That's basics for some kind of engineering, no?

Anyway back to my story. I wouldn't say I'm totally clueless about being a sickie. But having such a wonderful boyfriend that attends to your every need, it just makes you want to know nothing at all. With him around, maybe being sick is not such a bad thing after all. I get more hugs and kisses. And not to mention hot chocolates and chicken soup in bed. 

Unfortunately, today should be my last day being a sickie. Thanks to you, I feel so much better. Thanks for treating me like a princess and always doing whatever you can to make me happy. 

Thank you for loving me. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

Around the clock.


This was taken almost a year ago. It has been ages since I had a night like this, a night racing the clock to finish a video. I can recall this night like it was just yesterday, I was flipping through old books that my dad put together some time ago, searching for a nice song to cover. I remember looking all over the place but still couldn't managed to find my capo, so I ended up using a 2B pencil instead.

My sister and I spent the entire night battling out on which song was better. We were both kinda furious at each other, like extremely boiling. But the both of us ended up being endlessly entertained by the comeback lines and moronic facial expressions we made at each other. We had a long laugh and settled down on one song, My Love by Westlife ♫ ♪

After a while of unremitting coughs and warm-ups, we finally took out the camera and started recording. But it was already 2am and as the night got colder, we got a little drowsier. We didn't manage to film the perfect cover, but we wound up with numerous imperfect clips. We didn't upload it onto our Youtube channel in the end, but I wouldn't say the night was wasted. They were all saved in the family hard disk, together with every other foiled-night's worth of short cover videos. We both had fun. I wonder if she still remembers.

Do you, sis?

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Hey Bella Bella!

About couple weeks ago, my mom saw this dog adoption thing on Facebook posted by some kind people we like to call 'the rescuers'. It's about three beautiful little puppies. These pups went through a hell of a hard time before the rescuers found them. 

It was not more than an ordinary day, I guess they were just taking a stroll? When suddenly they passed by a dumpster. They began to hear the howling and crying sounds of puppies. These people started looking up and down, high and low for where the source of the sound was coming from. They threw open the lid of the dumpster and started rummaging through the dirt and bags of garbage. One bag after another when finally they found 3 little pups. Two of them got their poor little tails cut off till even their tail bone were visible. The other one, well, they couldn't even see a tail.

I guess these kind people brought them back, wash them, fed them and gave them a home. 

When my mom saw the ad for adoption on Facebook, she just picked up her phone and called him without hesitation. And so, yeah. We went over to the rescuer's house, chit chatted a lil and brought our new family member home with us. 

Her name is Bella.
And she is that pup without her tail.

But for now, I'll just call her baby. Until the day she's too big for the name.
She won't get confused, they are plenty more people calling her by her name. haha


She 7 weeks old and she bites everything she sees. Especially toes and fingers! We put her in her cage when she sleeps. My backyard isn't fully-tiled or cemented. We have lots of grass and my dad mows it every once a month. The corners of my house aren't really visibly sealed, there are shit loads of leave, vines, plants and grass twirling and twining all over the fence. And not to mention my house is on a very big hill, so you can see the world from my backyard. 

We have to put her in a cage, otherwise she'd fall off the corners of my house or something. Only until she gets older and bigger and well, until she can't fit through the little hole in the fence. But of course we don't cage her for the whole day. Actually, she's out most of the time, I mean when she's awake.

My backyard is a very 'happening' place. There will always be someone there. Its either my mom cooking, my dad during the laundry or just us wanting to play with her. Haha. But she still has to go in at night. She whines and cries every time we put her back into her cage. I guess she just prefers sleeping on the tiles, under the table rather than being locked up in a cell :( 

Oh and if you're wondering about my two other dogs. Bubbles is just a coward. Whenever Bella gets closer to him, he would just get up and run as far as he can. Not because he doesn't want to play with her or anything, just because he is scared. 

And Sunshine, well erm, she's really pissed that Bella's around. You know, bitches get jealous. So I guess you can say Sunshine hates her. But I'm sure they'll get along, eventually.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Can you ever have enough?

Sometimes I sit down and contemplate all that has happened. But never have I written them down. I remember those years when I used either cry or feel like crying every single moment of my life. I'd call up my best friend and cry over the phone every single night asking myself why. 

It just makes me wonder why, why didn't I stop all those nonsense earlier. I can still imagine all the pain come over me as my heart was destroyed. Over and over again, it kept happening and it never stopped. I never stopped it. It was so long ago. There are no hard feelings. No grudges. No remorse.

That was ages ago. Today is a different story. Today I have you.


Ever since you came into my life, I am a different person. I smile more and laugh more. You made me feel so loved. All you want is for me to smile and I know you'd do anything for that. Your smile too is all I need to kick off the day. You're my inspiration, motivation and running drive to wake up everyday. I never really took the time or effort to see into each and every one of the little and big things you've done for me.

I really do wish for the very best for you. Happy 20th Birthday Jerry Lim!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Whatever lah!

So I think it's finally the time to blog. About what you may ask? Well, everything! I guess the only reason why I didn't was because many things had been happening and frankly I'm just not too happy about them. So I am going to sum up these past couple months in a few of my favorite words...

LOUSY, DISASTROUS, EERIE, UGLY, UNHOLY(lol) and just plain AWFUL :(

And it's just getting on my last nerve. I don't know what I've ever did to make the universe despise me so much at the moment but I just can't help it. I want it to be okay when I jump up and down, do whatever I want and just yell out to the universe that THIS IS JUST NOT FAIR.

This is the only available picture. *yawns

Around the first week of July, I bought a new purse for myself. Nothing special, just a normal black leather Alain Delon. After using it for only 3 wonderful weeks, I went to work one day just to come back with a heavyhearted soul and in grief. No wait. No no no! I went to the police station first, lodged a police report, then home with my bitter and gloomy self. I lost my new purse and everything in it. So I end up carrying around a temporary IC and also a police report everywhere I go. I finally got over the fact that I can never ever have the chance to see my purse, IC, licence, photos etc anymore. And I also thought the nightmare is over. 

On the 13th of August, my 11 year old dog Lassie passed away. He has been with me for 6 years. We dug his grave and buried him beside our house. No matter what, he'll still be around watching over us and our house. I used to always come home from school and talk to him about all my never ending high school dramas. Now that he's not around anymore, us especially Sunshine & Bubbles have been so moody. We're okay.


I guess he's okay now too.

A week ago, my brother, boyfriend and I went to TM point together. We went in, asked a couple questions, then got out. I was a 2 minute stop. Our next stop was AEON. On the way there, my boyfriend got a phone call from my number. But I guess it was an accidental call as it was only ringing for only 2 seconds. When he tried to call back, it went into voice mail. So I drove back to TM, stormed in and asked the girl sitting behind the desk whether she saw a pink phone here. She answered me NO and then twitched, started looking around as if she was lying. I could tell she was very nervous. I mean, I don't look rich loh, if you found or took my phone, please just give it back to me lah. That was the only place I stopped at. I went in a couple more times to ask her again and again. She started getting a little defensive and angry. 

At that moment, I decided I do not want to look or ask for it anymore. I'll just leave it. And again, do I really deserve this? :( Do you know the amount of down-in-the-dump days I need to go through? Going to bed and waking up with nothing to hold? I was devastated, now I guess I have again, finally got over it.

I guess I'll be renovating and repainting my study room before the ends.

So that's July and August for me. How about you? 

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Testing one two?


Hello hello? Is anyone still reading my crap blog? Please leave a comment...
Okay. Who am I kidding. No one ever commented in the first place. That makes me sad T__T

The only reason why I have only one horrible low quality faceless picture to show is because I've recently copied my ENTIRE phone's worth of pictures out of my phone and into my hard disk. And as obvious as it is, I do not have my hard disk with me. All I could do is randomly grabbed a picture of mine from insta and crop it. TADAA. Anyway, so if you're wondering why I'm blogging now at erm... 2am. It's because I am bored, hungry and cannot sleep! 

And just so you know, I usually sleep very early!

 But I think I'm getting sleepier already. Okay. Haha. Bye bye!! 

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