joyousomologicallyjo

Start, set..... GO!

2011-04-04T23:33:00.002+08:00

Looking and pondering on the pathetic state of my blog, I decided, mentally to do something about it. Revamp most likely. Update more often, would be pleasing. Switch to something else would be refreshing.

Well. Let's see if my reluctant fingers and not so urgent state of 'do-something-about-blog' department in my brain will kick her own ass.

This is a good start, as I see.

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2011-03-02T11:23:00.002+08:00

I thought my heart would burst
I felt my mind was going to explode
all these muddleness
a break from this break.
What's w r o n g ?

:)

2010-07-13T11:40:00.003+08:00

I felt like this yesterday.

Sunny side up leaves you loved and warm .
:)

Paper Doll Man!

2010-03-24T14:36:00.000+08:00

much amusements! haha!

Hope?

2009-12-31T23:33:00.004+08:00

Have you realised that you are actually dispensable?
Yea, like shit down the flush.

Hah.

Time will tell.
But the time now is telling me:
............................. ... .. . . ..... . ...

Out of my heart comes
........ ... ....

I just want to delete some things, some..... ... . .... ..
out of my life.
Time will tell.

Oh God......
help me.

Hope....
..
.

is all I have.

..

2009-12-20T22:57:00.003+08:00

LetmegotothemountainsmaybetothedesertsomewhereisolatedsoIcanbealone.
tomorrowwillbeabetterdaysometimesisnottrue.

peacocks dancing

2009-11-21T17:37:00.004+08:00

when i think,
it's like sand.
when i feel,
it's much to bland.
when i cry,
it's like stones.
when i laugh,

it's made of bones.

By Sharon Maas in Peacocks Dancing

now

2009-11-10T22:09:00.000+08:00

And here we sit
A screen each
If only
all could be simple as that
Babi Buluh will be a memorable day
as others

shoutscream punchkick

2009-11-07T23:12:00.004+08:00

I feel,
..... No (that doesn't sound right..)
I WANT
..........
.... to blow someones head, kick that someone real hard, scream that persons ears off, punch that person with all I've got and.... and......... and...........
it might just be you.
But.
I'll be nice,
because I shall choose to.

Cheers.

uneventful events

2009-09-15T19:35:00.002+08:00

Hands, thigh filled with cuts, wounded flesh.
Plasters.
Miscalculations.... expensive mistake.
Missed a stairs step and fell down.
Sprained.
AGAIN.
And.... all those idiots could do was ,"Gasp! hahahhahahahaha...!"
Too tired to be even embarassed.

BAD day with uneventful events.

Sigh.

One of another of those days

2009-09-08T16:02:00.002+08:00

Materials not going well.

DARN

Bad hair days.
Lack of sleep.
Craving for that high.
Not getting enough of it.
.....really.

I need a sugar rush.

Upon Fat Farting Hopes

2009-08-15T00:36:00.004+08:00

I wish and I wish and...
I wish....
For the unleash.
But wish,
I seem
to be
upon......
Fat Farting Hopes.

Hah.
Wish on.
(in exasperation for sure...)
Never,
wil it happen,
i think.
Maybe.....
Hopefully.....
Somehow???
I don't know how.

Chanced upon me

2009-07-27T23:30:00.001+08:00

Unexpected inspirations.
Nice.

I should do this more often.

=)

Let me go somewhere

2009-07-21T23:42:00.002+08:00

A different Place,
A different Destination,
A different Country,
Each different year,
Each different purpose,
Maybe,
Somehow,
Hopefully..

Hopefully.......

How will you....?

2009-07-15T08:57:00.003+08:00

A little more me time

A little disappearing act

Or so it seems.

I need it

.............

Somehow

Maybe I'll add a little you time too

Maybe,

maybe.....

maybe...?

An un-vague post

2009-07-07T11:19:00.003+08:00

I've decided today, to post something not so...... vague. Just to save the sanity of your minds, you who read my blog and trying to understand *evil laugh*. HAha, yeah, i know I a bit syok sendiri but heck! =p

So, what's been happening for Miss Tang no.3 for her holidays since May?
Firstly, she's went to North Africa for three weeks. Want more info? Come talk to her :) while she's around ;)

Secondly, after coming back, she attended Agape church camp. Which straight after that, she went 'back' to Singapore to work.

Work. Her work involves helping a Korean lady artist. She's a sculptor and an installation artist. So Miss Tang no.3 helps her prepare stuff for art making, clean up mess, carry stuff, render strength, etc. Oh, not forgeting that work also includes lighting five to six mosquito coils before artist comes to work, and also accompanying her to the cab after work. Hehehee... It's fun! According to Miss Tang no.3, she finds Sunsook (the Korean artist) FUNNY. She says the crackiest things and cracks her up. Haha. Nice :)

So now, Miss Tang no.3 is finally back home in Kluang, she's recuperating (from thinking she has to recuperate) and actually thinking harder and harder and harder about her proposal for her Level two self proposed project. Yes, she's trying not to be overly stressed.

Other than school work, she's also trying to finish her touch up drawings for the 4th CDL Singapore Sculpture Award show at SAM.
See : http://www.cdl.com.sg/cdl2.nsf/sculptureaward2009
Oh, she forgot to mention that she won 2nd place in the 4th CDL Singapore Sculpture Award 2009. So she'll be showcasing her work in Singapore Art Museum (SAM) from the 22nd July to 30th July.
She also hopes that those of you who can make it for the price giving on the 22nd July at 5.30 pm at SAM Glass Hall, will be there. It's the first time she actually won something and she's pretty bombed up about it *BIG GRIN*. Yes, it's quite an ego booster. Haha.

Now back at home for a week, she'll be busy with some school and art works and also exercise, taken she doesn't feel lazy or chooses to procrastinate the fitness and fat level of her small 'lack-of-exercise-body'.

So, well, basically that's the gist of happennings of Miss Tang no.3 for the past two months and for the one week she'll be in her lovely hometown :) She is,as her emotional records say, indeed happy <3

Pink bubblegum toes

2009-07-03T23:28:00.003+08:00

The pink nailpolish on Jo's toenails makes her toes look like...
bubble gum,
according to Ms Tang no.2.

Jo says:
Because they're round.

Hoh.

Happy litlle miss colourful nails!

2009-06-12T01:29:00.003+08:00

WHOOO!!!
Could I ever be happier?!?!
Answer : depends.

But... Heck!!!
I'm so DARN FRIGGING HAPPY LAH!!!!!!!!
SO SO happy my cheeks hurt!!!
AAAaaahhh...!!!

That's my baby yeah!
;D

Likey like like

2009-06-09T00:47:00.002+08:00

:)
I likey
;)

Maybe..... yours......

2009-06-07T17:00:00.002+08:00

.........
Of all the Maybe's...
I think.......

...... maybe,
I like
your
Maybe
the most.....

If Men Could Menstruate

2009-06-03T18:05:00.004+08:00

Haha! As the title above, the article below by Gloria Steinem is one of my favourite feminist article. Not that I have read many(yet) but I find this really hilarious and just...... quite true(if I may say). Hahaha... have a good read and a good laugh peeps.

CAUTION! : Don't suppress the laughter that will come out. It WILL eventually come out.

If Men Could Menstruate
by Gloria Steinem

A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior - even though the only thing it really does is make the more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles. Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis envy is "natural" to women - though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb envy at least as logical.

In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless - and logic has nothing to do with it.

What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?

The answer is clear - menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.

Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.

Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.

Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields - "For Those Light Bachelor Days," and Robert "Baretta" Blake Maxi-Pads.)

Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve in the Army ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priest and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for our sins?") or rabbis ("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean").

Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month ("you MUST give blood for the revolution"), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment.

Street guys would brag ("I'm a three pad man") or answer praise from a buddy ("Man, you lookin' good!") by giving fives and saying, "Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!"

TV shows would treat the subject at length. ("Happy Days": Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in "Blood Brothers"!)

Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself - though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man.

Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets - and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?

Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.

And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly. "Your husband's blood is as sacred as that of Jesus - and so sexy, too!": Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions ("Vampires were our first freedom fighters!") Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . .

In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.
If we let them.

Monty Python

2009-04-13T22:20:00.003+08:00

Something on Philosophy. Pretty funny in this manner, if you're in touch with the subject. Haahaaaa..

This is totally random. Have a good laugh!

Stimulations of the Stimulated

2009-04-11T22:42:00.005+08:00

Cultured and nurtured.
A certain way, a certain time.
Following, obeying, all drilled in my mind.

Crazy world, insane life.
New people, new thrive.
Choices = decisions.
Other prospects, somewhat fun.

New thoughts, different perspective.
Do talk, be attentive.

Perhaps this perhaps that.
Maybe.
Somehow.
Don't tell me how.

-Joyousomologicallyjo-

.

2009-04-01T01:54:00.002+08:00

.
A dot is a point of departure
.

Wow.

Monkey Business

2009-03-21T17:59:00.003+08:00

Monkeys oh monkeys... please be good and let me finish you up? Please??? And if possible, shrink? Shrink really really small... like, smaller than me! I just need to finish all of you up and be done with Monkey Business. Pleaseeeeee???

It's ok if you don't understand this post. Only those who knows what I've put my arse into knows what I'm heading at. Sigh.... but.. yay! I got money for my upcoming trip! :D (That would be another post)

SIGH

2009-03-06T21:57:00.001+08:00

Today is like crushed waffles.
Organization and plans beat down.
Flat.
SIGH.
I'm glad tomorrow I have an on set photography... outdoors!
Something different for once.
Off for a jog, now I go.
Need to steam out.

Addicted!

2009-03-02T18:05:00.011+08:00

Like a drug pulling you to addiction . I can't get enough of it.

A Hundred, I aim.

Perfect base, perfect walls, perfect turn, perfect pirouette.
Perfection, Perfection!

I so want to do more..... but only after a hard day's work of:

Carving

Wood joints

And being a good girl in the workshop

Believe this!

2009-02-19T22:57:00.001+08:00

Did you know that Snow White was Jamaican?
Yes!!Really!
:D

O.O

2009-02-08T21:29:00.001+08:00

I feel like a fat button.

By Your Love, Please do?

2009-02-04T11:22:00.005+08:00

No one,
Absolutely no one in mortal or flesh would ever decipher nor comprehend
this Pain,
This current
of Tormentation,
that I have suffered or am suffering.
Only of the Mighty and the Above would.

Please take it away,
help make me forget,
heal it.
Exhausting me out without me realising,
it is,
I realised.
Hold my hand,
hold me,
hug me,
by your Love.
I terribly need it.
For I'm running out.

No one else could do that but
You, of the Above.

**********

Then
I spent some time with God,
Running,
in the Rain,
enjoying the drops of water fall from the Sky,
on my skin
drenching me.
Refreshing,
it refreshed me.
It was my Chill Time
with God.

Then
I spent some time with God,
Lying, Resting,
in the Shelter,
enjoying the solitude I had with Him.
Peaceful,
it made me at peace.
It was my Quiet Time
with God.

Then
I spent some time with God,
High,
on the Swing,
enjoying the breeze of the Air wisp my hair
flying high, high, nearer to Him.
Fun,
I had fun.
It was my Fun Time
with God.

All along knowing He was There
holding my hand
holding me,
close,
hugging me.
Thank You,
to the Mighty and Above.
I know You are Faithful,
ever True.
I can,
trust in You.
:)

I love Mondays - . -

2009-02-02T23:30:00.007+08:00

Great.
I ate SUPER damn hot and spicy mee soto for dinner.
Still,
Tummy's rumbling hot,
Lips smacking burning.
Backside gonna flare tomorrow.
(Ice, quick, ICE!!!)
Yay.

Wait, I'm still hungry.
-.-

Mismatched earings

2009-01-18T20:49:00.004+08:00

Today feels like a pair of mismatched earings.
As though a series of fragmanted sketches,
yet connected.
Discomforting yet at peace.
Hmmm...
Just like a pair of
Mismatched earings.
(=

Hey,

2009-01-16T20:49:00.001+08:00

Life is hard. Play harder.
=)

Long overdue

2009-01-02T20:54:00.007+08:00

Whokay..... this post is so long overdue lah. I don't have to apologise for it because it's my blog right=p Unless you have been endearingly waiting for a new post by dear me. HAHA. Ok ok.. so for those of you who have been, sorry for the 'delay' and thanks for being so patient :D

One month of holiday just flew by like that. Just like the wind that blew the picture off the clove of my toe (see latest post). Anyway, not related. Not funny. Haha.
Needless to say, lots have happened but all for the better of my life, other's life. Not easy especially when you're challenged to choose to lay your Isaacs down or choose to hog what's 'not-so-best-for-you'. One thing I learn is that when you say, "God, I want to put you first in my life. Please be my centre and my all", be ready to make sacrifices. And I can assure you that God will give you courage and peace that surpasses understanding. I never knew what that feeling was till I was actually thrown into the deep end. Boy, it's exhilarating... but it's satisfying :)

sidenote: Thanks to allllll who was there and is still there for me. I truly truly appreciate all you've done*HUG* :)

Now it's 2009 already. I just finished a job today and was well-ly paid *GRINS* (Oh! And I got a ride on a dirt bike!!*WHOOHOO!!*), and school's starting Monday, but it's just the beginning. It's not gonna be any easier than 2008 *gasp* But....! I know that I have a God who is faithful and I can trust in Him becuase he's in control. Just like a potter who know's his works, My Father, Creator, brother, best friend and King knows me better than I do. Way better. Isn't that just, amazing? :)

Aaaahh (contented sigh)..... :) Hello 2009, bring it on! >:)

Random..

2008-12-10T00:46:00.002+08:00

I hid your picture in the clove of my toe..
And it went missing.
=)

Ho-li-day

2008-11-29T18:12:00.004+08:00

Holidays have started..... yay?? It again, feels wierd, suddenly being 'so free'. Heeheeee. I want to practice my ceramic throwing! It's fun, you get fit fit! And super power!( think super well toned arms ) :D Hohoho!! And the most fantastic thing about it is that, I always, always think about God, our potter when I work with clay:) Will write more about it when I've figured more out..... so stay tuned!:)

Yippie!
XD

In Adversity....

2008-11-22T23:34:00.002+08:00

Lord, I have been so defeated by circumstances. I have felt like an animal trapped in a corner with nowhere to flee. Where are you in all this, Lord? The night is dark. I cannot feel Your prescence.
Help me to know that the darkness ir really "shade of Your hand, outstretched caressingly"; that the "hemming in" is Your doing. Perhaps there was no other way You could get my full attention, no other way I would allow You to demonstrate what You can do in my life.
I see now that the emptier my cup is, the more space there is to receive Your love and supply.

~Catherine Marshall
Adventures in Prayer

Help me to see that although
I am in the wilderness
It is not all briars and barrenness
I have bread from heaven,
Streams from the rock.
Light by day, fire by night,
Thy dwelling place and thy mercy seat.
I am sometimes discouraged by the way,
But though winding and tring,
It is safe and short.

~Puritan Prayer
The Valley of Vision

Revise on revision

2008-11-09T20:49:00.003+08:00

Believe it or not, I forgot how to do revision! How to revise for a test?!

And I got a test on Contextual and Cultural Studies on Tuesday!
Yikes... nah-ah, not easy dude>.<"
Now... to try and remember how to revise for a test!
Wish me bestest of bestest best!
*crosses fingers*
>.<

Studio peeks

2008-10-28T22:01:00.009+08:00

And so today ends Sculpture Level 1's exhibition : 3D in transition.

My first exhibition exhibiting my personal works :)

Now, let me let give you a little teeny weeny peek into the Fine Arts studio and some of the 'usual' life that goes on in that 'little' den ;)

I absolutely absolutely love my studio:D

Now, back to reality and work!!

Don't be so hard...?

2008-10-19T19:21:00.003+08:00

I don't understand. Every so often I witness kind gestures by loved ones to another loved one rejected so curtly, so hurtfully. I really wonder why is it so hard to take the offer of the husband who so kindly and lovingly offered his wife to sit at the only empty sit in the bus while he carries their daughter? Why must she say, "no" so curtly. Why is it that she must insist, "I DON'T want to sit!" *jeling(evil glare)* then order him to walk forward? Sigh... it really saddens and baffles me to witness such phenomenas. How frustrated must the husband be for being so kind and yet been turned down hurtfully. How confusing can that be?

On the other hand, why must some girls/ women or the female population in general play so so hard and difficult? Guys are so kind and persevering to put up with us who don't want coke, but light coke. Who do not want to sit at the place where the fan blows (where their hair will get messeD up). Who makes them pay for EVERY single thing when they go out. Man, they are not ATM machines (though some may be lahh..) which must choke up the money to supply your EVERY wants and demands! Ok, I'm not being a feminists but, from what I've been witnessing is boggling and frustrating. So often the female gender run down the male and I do not think they deserve it.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that the females can be run down. I'm speaking of both parties. Be gentle, easier going if you already aren't. It wouldn't make people look at you in disgust to accept a kind gesture with a thank you and a smile. It wouldn't crack your bones to open the door for someone. It wouldn't break your back to help someone to carry some of their load (unless its too heavy for you.. :p). It wouldn't hurt your pride to take a sit offered to you... to name a few exmaples of circunstances. Smile more, say thank you more. It wouldn't hurt. More often than not, if not always, it would please :)

Won't we all make the world a better place and less divorces if we could be more pleasant?

Breast Casting for Breast Cancer Awareness

2008-10-04T22:24:00.021+08:00

There! My first public sculpture! Ok ok.... i meant, my first group public sculpture. Hehe! All for the good cause of creating awareness in breast cancer, in regards to the Breast Cancer Awareness Month 2008. Collaborating with KK Women's and Children's hospital, 8 of us girls from Level 1 and 2 Sculpture under the supervision of our lecturer casted 6 breast cancer survivors using aljunid (the moulding material they use in dental clinics) and plaster bandage. These ladies were really really brave to bare their chest (breasts) in front of so many girls and let us 'touch' them. Haha. Not that we really had a choice. I mean, we needed to do the casting!! We needed to put the materials on them so that we get the shape and details of their scars, reconstructions and so on. And no, we weren't sued for molestation:P

So for a few weeks after castings done, we strengthened the plaster bandage casts with plaster of paris and epoxy resin. Then spraying it with colour to represent the different races. We didn't have a big budget, nor much time... nor were we paid. But! That's all okay:) This is an experience and... a good look for CV. Heheheee ;)

The Pink Breast

The Orange Breast

The Blue Breast
(hmm.. starting to sound funny!)

The Yellow Breast

Five of us girls with The Green Breast

'Pole' Dancing during set up
(HAHA)

Personal invites to the launch of the exhibition!
It was really thoughtful of them to actually have our names down.
Makes it feel more... personal :)

Even on the envelopes!:D

Certificate! YAY!!:D :D

Ooh.. and a KK hospital photo frame as gift of apreciation.

Oh...! Did I mention that one of the most listened to radio( I think??), 9.38 live was at the launch today interviewing one of the doctors? Yeah! Oh... and the irony( which i don't still get!) , is... they recorded the interview and announced that it will be broadcasted on Monday. Like..... HUHH?!? So much for being 9.38 Live.

All in all I'm pretty happy and satisfied about this whole project. Not because we got a photo frame and a certificate of appreciation lah(.... well, maybe this part, yes:P) but because I've actually been a part of creating awareness of breast cancer and the experience I had throughout the process.

Okie.. it's been a long day (which everyday is...) and I'm off to lalaland! Toodle doo!:)

Can I get there?

2008-09-25T23:55:00.004+08:00

You know what I find really frustrating and extra frustrating these days? That some people seem to be getting things so easy. Or they get to somewhere easier than you. Where you're bumming and burning your butt to get to where you want to be or what you want to be or expected to be and not getting anywhere close at all and some people just, get there. Sigh.... or is it just my own perception? That I do not know what they go through to get there? I hope so. Then it wouldn't be so bad. I wanna go far, but somehow I'm stuck in a rut.

You know how reading some people's blogs can make you feel all lousy and yucky? Yeah... I should stop reading their blogs. Till, I can handle it.

I should stop fooling with my feelings and go to sleep.

Goodnight insane world.

Sighhh.....

2008-09-15T17:53:00.004+08:00

Most of the time I just have to let go of my pride.
Even when I think things don't make sense,
or when I feel or know I'm right.
Sighhhhhhhhhh...........

I really wonder how God did it.

say it..

2008-09-07T20:22:00.002+08:00

"Words are all we have"
If unspoken, it's not known
I dearly long to hear, to know
And perhaps understand

No need bombastic eccentric mumble jumbled phrases
Simple words works
They never fail to amaze me
and make my day

Jumbled jelly beans jungle

2008-09-02T23:13:00.004+08:00

I can't wait to get back home.... and for Che-che and Jaeson's wedding blast!!!:D Sigh... but I'm... I mean we, sisters and mummy and daddy and the doggies(??) will miss her :S Yeah, she won't be very far away.... exactly only 2 or 3 minutes drive! But stilllll..........?? She won't sleep with us anymore.... she won't eat with us so often anymore.
Hmmm......... it's hard to verbalize my feelings on this right now lah. I feel kinda sad that she's 'leaving' but yet happy that she's going to be happily married to the one she loves and has commited herself to. Sigh.... my feelings are a jungle of jumbled jelly beans right now..............

So off I got to do what I have and love to do.

You know, I miss YOU, Youu...... YoU........

What about my shit?

2008-08-20T22:51:00.004+08:00

In the visual art world, not everyone will like your works, or what your ideas derive from. It's normal. Everyone is different, everyone thinks differently hence liking different things and forms. So, what if someone doesn't like your work and keep condemning or asking you to change? Do you get blown by the wind, change and follow along? Or do you stand strong and stay on your own mind, opinions and ideas? The fact is we can't please everyone's visual taste.

So, as for me, what do you care about my shit?

Don't like it? It's perfectly fine:)

I love school!!:D

2008-08-14T00:08:00.003+08:00

Oh I love school!!:D
Passion Passion Passion!!
Drink drink drink!!
Work work work!!
:D

Seriously,
I l<3ve school.
To the invisible max!
:D

I so need you!!!

2008-08-09T12:33:00.009+08:00

I knew I love you the minute I saw you.
I knew I need you the minute I touched you.
I knew I can't live without you the minute I breathed you.
Gosh.... I keep thinking about you!
You keep appearing in my mind.
You keep appearing in my sense of smell.
I couldn't help but put you in my sketchbook.
But!
I can't get enough of you.
I need to breathe you.
I want you on my skin.
I know I need more of you.
More....
MORE!!!

Come, come to me baby....

Come to me Ralph Lauren Rocks.

Please??

:)

2008-08-08T23:12:00.003+08:00

A simple thing and it made me happy

:)

So very happy

:) :)

ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-08-05T15:32:00.004+08:00

There's someone who looks exactly like HER and sitting next to me in the library NOW!
This is...........
FREAKY!!!!!!
>.<
>.<
>.<
>.<
>.<
Ok ok... but if it's reallllllly her, she has developed a double chin!
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.hmmmm.....................~.~

freaky.......
!
!!
!!!
!!!!
!!!!!
!!!!
!!!
!!
!

On school today

2008-08-04T14:18:00.002+08:00

School was a little slack today.
Got our studio spaces.
Hohoho!
Fun!!:D
I'm excited man!!!=D
Yep... so, cheers to Level One Fine Arts, Sculpture!
I wanna do it damn well.
;)

I am..

2008-07-27T12:52:00.002+08:00

I'm Pink and Blue
=)

What are you?

Schoolie

2008-07-23T12:28:00.004+08:00

I've long concluded that my semester break is waaaaaayyy too long. Three months is, wow! But time passed really quickly. Just like that. No way of turning back. But! Without a shadow of doubt, I'm very quite excited about a new year in school. Now no more sharing a huge big studio with 600++ students, but I will have my own space!! Whoohoo!!! (think mess... and fun! :P) Yeah man....!

Looking back, it has been a great year of Foundation in Visual Studies. The loads of assignments and studio works... crazy times with classmates, and the 'arty mess'!!!(It comes with being in an art school i guess..hehe..) Ahhh.... now, I passed and I'm going to Level One, Fine Arts, Sculpture. Whoohoo!!! Who would ever thought i would reach this far? Not me... All praise to God who makes all things possible :)

I'm reluctant to leave, once again for a 'foreign but not so foreign' country. Sure, it's only about 2 hours away from home and I can easily come back. But I know that I am there for a purpose and I should settle down more and learn to let go of my attachment back home. God has greater things in store for me :) I'll miss home, mummy's food... my doggies, my friends, sunday games... my(I mean...... daddy's) car. AH!! All the conveniences. I guess the inconveniences teaches me to appreciate the conveniences, and to live simply with what there is.

I know I'm really fortunate to have 'half' my family with me in Singapore. Two elder sisters there, watching over me helps with issues. And some homies in Sg definitely helps. Now with Weiling going to Sg and staying longer too somehow it comforts me :D I'm gonna cari you Weiling!! Oh, and not forgeting Ryan lah:) Isn't it wonderful to have childhood friends where you're studying? It makes life not so miserable =)

So, goodbye Foundation, and cheers to Level one Sculpture!:D

Shall I?

2008-07-09T01:10:00.004+08:00

I pour out my heart only to get hurt, rejected and bruised.
It is torture to my soul and to my spirit.
No band aid is big enough to mend it.

Should I continue??

" Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." 1 Corinthians 13 : 4-8

I guess so....

God help me, for the problem of the problem, is, no one else, but Me.

=.=''''

2008-06-30T13:17:00.002+08:00

It's one of those days where I feel excruciatingly lousy.
*Aih*
>.<

**********
Randomness
to
E-S-C-A-P-E
pain
,
true
feelings
,
reality?
Maybe.
??

Turning 20

2008-06-18T21:11:00.004+08:00

Turning 20 wasn't and isn't the nicest point in my life. I wish I could still be six, no worries in the world and having fun. But reality hits me. I'm already 20. I'm hoping I'm wiser, taller (yeah rightttt...=p), fatter (double yeah righttt...), cleverer (?), stronger, musculerer... etc. But, well, nothing comes easy.

Lately, I somehow seem to be more in touch with my inner self but not exactly myself. Comes with the age? I don't know. Don't expect to understand that. HAha.. It's indescribeable. The more things happen, the more I find somethings about me. It's scary, really. And the more things happen, the more I find things about others. Some, remorsely painful because it affects me. It's easy to say, take it to the Lord in prayer, trust Him, Lean on Him... so on and so forth. Honestly, it's easier said than done. But God's grace is always sufficient. I've been scraping through... with lots of cuts and bruises. I do not know how else to carry on, what to do, how to do it. But I know God is faithful and He will guide. I just need more faith.

Note to self : You're 20 Jo, Grow up.

Lollipop land=D

2008-06-08T17:21:00.003+08:00

So I ran.... and ran and ran. It was good. But painful and tiring. My last 10km marathon? I dunnolah. haha. Pretty happy with myself, though no one was there to witness it :)

I finally realised that being nice can cause problems. Being nice can make you feel miserable. Really miserable. Not that you should be mean and wicked but rather, there are times to be nice and time to put your foot down and say 'No' or speak your mind/ opinion. This is, something I find really really hard to do. People pleasing syndrome? Well, you can say so.

In these few days I have been causing much problems and chaos because of my intentions of me wanting to be nice. I am coming to realisation, about the consequences of going too much out of the way to be nice. What really is the point of it? To get into people's good books? To look good and seemingly nice? To earn love? Attention maybe? Or maybe they really really are sincerely trying to help.Perhaps. Different people have different reasons for their actions /words... be it they know it or not. But what really bugs me is, why do we do it?

Love maybe.....

Perhaps.

I don't know.

I'm beginning to not know what I'm typing....... so I better chiaow..... =p

Please, let me sleep

2008-05-25T14:52:00.004+08:00

Sleep at night has been a battle. Ever since I got back for the holidays about a month ago I never (hear NEVER) had a good night's sleep. It's always filled with dreams... vague, wierd and sometimes scary, threatening dreams. But somehow I don't remember them clearly. Or, I'm waken by I don't know what for no reason. Every night.

I'm tired.

I'm frustrated.

It's at this time where everyone in my house is asleep I somehow find solitude. Other times, my unknown worries, anxieties and the far cries of my heart come creeping out. And most of the time I cry out to God things no one hears. Unknown to the world. It's the time, I write letters to God.

Then I try to go back and sleep, which takes much more effort. Sometimes I think I must as well not go back to sleep, because, I'll still wake up tired anyhow. Drink myself to sleep? Sing myself to sleep? I don't know.

I just want to have a good night's sleep.

Labuchi Designs

2008-05-21T13:59:00.010+08:00

Want your own original designed shoes? I'm available to do them with a little sum of Rm20- RM26 (depending on intricacy of design) for the workmanship. You can either buy your own shoe or I can get them for you.

An example I'm currently working on :

Design : Circles (minor paint work + Sequins and beadworks-handsewn) on white background.
F.Y.I : Shoe is still in the process of working on=)

Cost of shoe : RM 15
Cost of materials : Approx Rm5
Cost of workmanship : RM 25
Total cost : RM40

Choice of design is yours, I'm just the master of the work. But you pay. Hehe.....=p (please lah... I really need to earn money!)

If you're interested, just let me know=)

Surprise surprise

2008-05-20T10:01:00.001+08:00

When you pull back your expectations from people and expect nothing,
they surprise you.

-JT-

Ya, dong.

2008-05-14T10:38:00.003+08:00

*mengeluh*
gue perlukan uang
duit
ka-ching!

program yang gue mengerjakan
unggak mencapai
apa-apa
sedih!

aduhai
sakit hatiku
haha
ya.

begitulah dong.
=.='

I forgot

2008-05-13T14:11:00.002+08:00

I forgot... what is it like to have a good laugh.
To laugh out loud
with genuity.

I forgot
How is it like to be in an uproar of brauhahas.

Make me laugh again,
would you please?

L O S T

2008-04-28T22:24:00.003+08:00

I don't know how many of you has experienced this feeling before. It's basically where you have so much in your mind it might just burst and the thing is you want to let it out.... somehow, someway. But! The way it comes out just..... doesn't seem the best way to describe whats actually going on in our little heads. Then you read other people's blogs or writings and you start to feel all lousy and yucky and stupid because you can't write like them or you can't vomit out your brains like them.

It's not that I want to write like other people... but, the point that I can't get my 'message' across in the way I want to is just frustrating. It's complicated I guess. >.<

Yep, right now at this moment, I'm feeling like that. All that I'm typing out now is just...... a super subtle and indifferent way of how I REALLY want to put it but just DON'T know how.

SIGH...........!!

<3

2008-04-20T11:47:00.001+08:00

Love is not just a noun.
It's also a verb.
Because it requires actions...
And not only kowing in the mind.
<3

Tag! You're it!

2008-04-18T23:29:00.004+08:00

Okayyy... I got tagged.... I'm stressed so I'll just do this...

The rules are:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves
3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they done got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.

What was i doing ten years ago?(April 1998)
1. In Std4 trying to finish up my homeworks.
2. Collecting Westlife songs and pictures in a special 'Westlife scrapbook' (URGH!!!=.=)
3. Playing catching-catching and hopscotch in school.
4. Playing with my puppies!
5. Playing with sand.

5 things on my to-do list today
1. Print my homework documentation(darn printer not budging...!!).
2. Finish up drawing homework.
3. De-stress >.<
4. Finish this tag thingy.
5. Clean my work space (a.k.a the floor).

5 snacks i enjoy
1. CHOCOLATE!!
2. French fries.
3. Ice-cream! Especially Mc's Chocolate Sundae
4. Depends on my mood...
5. Depends on my cravings.. HAHA

5 things i would do if i were a billionaire
1. Make my own darkroom.
2. Buy my Mini Cooper.
3. Build my own ice skating ring.
4. Donate to SPCA.
5. Support missionaries and donate to Africa.

5 of my bad habits
1. Impatience.
2. Procrastinating.
3. Messyness!
4. Lazy to eat.... seriously.
5. Daydreaming (is that a bad habit??hmm.. nevermind.. just to fill this space=p).

5 places i have lived
1. My mom's womb.
2. My dad's house.
3. In the tent in the garden.
4. Under the blanket (while playing pretend-pretend.. haha).
5. Malaysia

5 jobs i 've had
1. Family chauffer.. haha.
2. To put on weight. Yes, it's a job!!! for ME!>.<
3. Drum teacher.
4. House and mural painter.
5. My personal trainer. HAHA!

5 people i tag
1. Fluffy
2. Zeallinger
3. Toastimo
4. Paw
5. The cicak on the ceiling.

HAHAHAH....!=p

Me tooooo!!!!!

2008-04-14T21:22:00.001+08:00

Seriously, I think my butt's lovely tooooo!!!!

Scrub-a-dub-dub

2008-04-11T23:58:00.005+08:00

Let me share with you today the benefits of washing your toilet :

1. Kills stress.... a way of de-stressing (serious!).
- When you're stressed, pressurised or chilly angry just start pouring detergent and scrub!
Scrub all those stress away!

2. Kills fats! huahuahuahua!! XD
- While you're scrubbing away, you will sweat. That is unless you're scrubbing un-vigorously.
You must scrub vigorously then you'll be able to sweat. On top of that, you're working your
muscles. And from there, your muscles are being strengthened! How great is that?! :D :D

3. Kills germs growing in between the tiles grooves.
- Yes... those grit lurking at the corners or wherever... scrub them all OUT! It's yucky you
know?

4. Kills dirt (almost same as no.3).

5. Kills time.
- Yes, if you're bored, bored or extremely bored just go and wash the toilet. Washing the
toilet can sometimes take up to one hour plus... that is if you're doing it right - scrubbing
EVERYWHERE. And scrubbing till it's spanking sparkly. Oh also the time consumation
depends on the size of your toilet and even the interior of your toilet. That means, if your
toilet has two or three toilet bowls you would possibly take a longer time than washing a one
toilet bowl toilet. You get the drift :)

6. Water fun!
- For water lovers, this is the ultimatum. Splash away! It's funner with soap and bubbles :D

7. It's refreshing!
- Seriously... after working out in the toilet scrubbing away, you not only get a spanking
sparkly toilet but also a terrific workout. Hence muscles built! Try it, then you'll know ;)

So, what are you waiting for? Get down, up and under to scrub! =D

Cheers!!

*Disclaimer : Washing toilet is not a way I release stress. It's my new hobby.

Chocoholic strength

2008-04-03T14:09:00.002+08:00

Hear ye, hear ye! :

"Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your hands.....
and then eat only one of the pieces."

Judith Viorst

>.<

2008-04-01T00:08:00.005+08:00

I've been deluded.... by myself and my blurness. Ah!!>.< Oh wells, some great news and not so nice news. I thought I couldn't go back this week but the next week as my 'break'(which isn't much of a break... It's to finish off our works..) is next next week. Yes, blur me thought so..... but of course I was wrong. Good thing I checked the timetable. Hmmm... my one week 'break' is next week... so that means I CAN GO BACK!!!!:D:D:D:D Can you feel my happinesss?!?!?!XD Oh yes, but with that, I realised something nice but... yet not so nice. This means that assessment is in two and a half weeks time!!!*YIKESSS!!!!!*(this is the 'not so nice' part) But the great part is this..... School will be over then!!!!:D And I'm literally done with Foundation. Whoohooo!!! It's time I get a break!=.=

Ah....... now, slogging away for assesment. Oh boy..... less sleep and pressure!! Jo......! Move your arse................. faster!!!!*SHAAAKEEEEE*

Patience is a Virtue

2008-03-28T20:50:00.004+08:00

I'm realising signs of impatience in me these 2 weeks. Hmm..... I think I'm getting more impatient instead of 'patientner'. Thats not good. Two people have pointed it out already. One my classmate, the other my lecturer. Not good.... not good Jo!!

Patience is a virtue... patience is a virtue.

"But the fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentlemess, and self control..." Gal 5:22

The Bible speaks quite a lot on patience.... so much. Ah........ circumstances haven't been helping me. But it should be my own will to be patient and with the help of God, I'm sure I can. So, hehehe.... please be patient with me :)

chocolate things

2008-03-19T18:29:00.002+08:00

I ate your chocolates
And I felt better

-Chocoholic-

Baby Paw.....

2008-03-18T23:34:00.004+08:00

You're not gone yet but you're going to go..
I'm sad to let you go
But you're suffering.
Will I be doing you a favour if I let you go?
You seem ready,
but I'm not
<:'(

I still want to hold you,
be with you, sit with you,
talk to you..... just have you around
=(
But you're suffering.
I wish you could tell me verbally how you are.
I'll miss you boy....... :(
I WILL.

I'm too selfish to want to still have you......
Please tell me??
I'm already crying even though you're not gone yet.
*slap*
I already miss you.

TERRIBLY.
:'(

Handle it.....!

2008-03-10T09:26:00.003+08:00

My past week wasn't good. No, wait...... in fact my this semester hasn't been a bed of roses. Not that I expect it to be any near there but I didn't expect it to be this thorny. Looks like this semester is more of a bed of thorns than roses. -.-

Projects coming in one after the other, assignments, deadlines. All at once and never endingly coming in. It's frustrating when you do so much, plan so much, organise, try work things out and work your ass off the whole day till the wee hours of the morning and not see any evident results. Gah.

But I figured I have been working mostly on my own strength and not with God's. So, yes, I'm trying to surrender ALL to Him and do my best and not STRIVE to actually accomplish something that would probably make me miserable.

Nevertheless, the people in my life has been really really good and supportive. Thank you to You.... YOU... you... YoU... yOU....... and yes... yOu... for listening to me grumble and ramble and sometimes whine and complain. You know who you are;) And, yes.... thanks to my lovely sisters too:) Thank you for putting up with me......... and my messy workplace=) Ohohohoho=p Ooo... and also for new running shoes and a lovely park to run!=D

Ah.... and not forgetting!!My dearest darling Mummy and Daddy who came in to Sg yesterday evening to have dinner with me and help me distress. It was really really astoundingly sweet of them=) =) =) I couldn't be more comforted. They fed me loads that my tummy got a lil' upset this morning. Haha... but it's ok:) I wonder what will I do without them...... Thanks mummy and daddy! I love you...

Now, I'm actually refreshed and not to say bursting with energy and enthusiasm but I'm taking an 'easier' way to deal with this stress and pressure. As mummy and daddy says, "take one step at a time..... just do your best". Yeah..... I realised I have been trying to accomplish EVERYTHING at once and striving for something that I don't know even exists. Hmmm..... okay.. I don't know what that really mean but hahahaha.. I just know I was striving lah.. and striving isn't doing your best, right?

Anyhow, if things still isn't that good, I've got fruittips.MWAHHAHa... suger hiiiighhh!:D

lalalala.... XD

2008-02-25T23:27:00.001+08:00

I'm a mutated gingerbread man.
I'm hot but do not contain ginger.
Haha.
How's that for a mutated gingerbread man?

Oh,
I'm also a squashed potato.
=D

****
lalalalala.......

Boy fun

2008-02-05T22:55:00.000+08:00

Sigh. Sometimes I wish I'm a boy. A guy. Yes...... I confess. And no... that is not why I cut my hair short ok. Haha. Really lah... right now I do wish I'm a guy lah. Why? Ok, I tell you why. The boys are going to play futsal at 11pm and Jem and I asked Daddy and Mummy whether we can go and... surprisingly they allow!!*whoohoo!!*(maybe because there's guests in the house and they're in a good mood XD). But then.... we can't go. Sigh! Why? Because apparently the guys are very rough. And we won't get the opportunity to play. So.... it's like, so close yet so far=(

Now I really wish I'm a guy. I often somehow feel that guys can do so much more 'fun' stuff. And get to do 'dangerous and risky' activities... which I kinda fancy. Then again, girls have their share of 'fun' too. Yeah, I ain't much of the 'girly-wirly' girl kind but I think I can balance both. But still!! I do wish I'm a guy. At least now-now. Haha..

So anyway, we should have a day where girls have a futsal day. But.... that is if girls ever want to play futsal. *MUN!!!!* ;)

Please??

2008-01-30T22:21:00.000+08:00

I want to go home lah!
Please please pleaseeee don't stop me ok!
Please I beg you!!!
I don't want to spend the weekend here.
Pleaseee??
I promise I'll be a gooder girl than what I am now...
....pleaaaseeeee???

Cut hair cut

2008-01-26T11:15:00.000+08:00

I quite fancy having haircuts.
Free and good haircuts!
It's a kind of treat after a busy day or stressful time.
Though some are....... totally different and exhuberent.
Nevermind!!
I get thrilled over it.
hehe.
I'm so into short hair now.
Whoohooo!!!
XD

I LOVE it.

Marry Merry Mary

2008-01-22T19:33:00.000+08:00

It is inevitable that a person like me thinks about marriage. Come on… let’s face it. I’m turning 20 in five and a half months time. 20!!! Can you believe it?! Argh… it’s so weird telling people that I’m twenty this year when they ask me of my age. It’s…… darn friggin scary! Seriously. And what more, coming to this age, I’m thinking about marriage quite a lot lately. And yes, I do not deny that I’m kinda freaked out about this whole idea of getting married and the idea of a married life. I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way or thinking this way about marriage which according to many people is a wonderful life. Some other people on the other hand faces so so much problems and then end up divorcing… which to me is out of the idea in the area of marriage. Ah… I’m so scared.
I see my parents and they, to me are an example of a successful marriage and people whom I look up to in this area. They’re still so ever loving and sweet and cute with each other even after 25 years of marriage! I do really hope and want my future marriage to be like theirs.
But the anxious wonderings and worries going through my heart and mind are many. Will he still love me or love me less after years of marriage… be it one two years to numerous years till we’re old and mature in age? Will he still hold my hands and hug me and tell me that he loves me even when we’re 60 and growing platinum hair? I love it when I see aged couples hold hands or hug or show love to each other. It’s really….. heart warming =) It puts a smile on my face and in my heart. It in a way, gives hope.

You know, marriage is a one time thing. As my wise Daddy puts it, wedding is a day, marriage is a lifetime. I REALLY don’t want to marry the ‘wrong’ person. Daddy says don’t marry someone who you WANT to change. You don’t marry someone because you want to change that person. He also said that God will provide the man…. Good and sincere and godly for us (speaking to us Tang sisters). I really wonder how will God let me know.

Something very mind boggling indeed is that they say that some people end up marrying someone absolutely out of their criterias. Or… God sends them someone totally off of what they want. Will God actually do that?? But I think even so, probably you can grow to love that person??? Hmmm…. How about match making?? It seems that match made couples rates of divorce is lower than self find couples. Hmmmm……

AHH! I think I’m thinking too much. *slapslapslap!!*

Yes, these are signs of growing up. Mwahahhaahaaaaaa! =p

Yes, I take this issue seriously and frankly, I don’t want to screw up.

On a side note, SMILE!!

=) :D :) =D =) :D :) =D =) :D :) =D =) :D :) =D

Thought of the day..

2008-01-13T16:39:00.000+08:00

"Delight yourself also in the Lord,
And He shall give you the desires of your heart."
Psalms 37 : 4

Slothful

2008-01-12T16:35:00.000+08:00

It's raining.
Thunderstorm
Aih... when will it stop?
Everything's so sluggish and slothful today....
Even my one week old laptop.

They say, relationships not about me.
And it's not about you.
Then????
Hmmm... I'm still trying...
... so hard though.

A lot of things we don't understand and can't comprehend.
Are we meant to?
If so, how?? Why so complicated?
(Or is it not??)
If not, then?

Its still raining
........ stil thundering.
I can't un-maze my thoughts.
So frustrating!
I wanna be alone.

..... for now.

Porn

2008-01-07T19:43:00.000+08:00

Without photography there won't be pornography
-Mohammad Adel-

Hmmm.... quite true, don't you think?

Ridhuan then said, "Some people have sex while watching porn"
Then there was 'intellectual' discussion between the two about how without the invention of photography there won't be porn and how the world, or rather Singapore could be a better place...etc.
Haha.

Today that was my enlightenment.
I love school!:)

Even if breaks are SUPER long.

Your head, my butt!

2008-01-02T16:18:00.000+08:00

I really like this picture.
Haha XD

*In case you didn't notice, that is Jem's head and my butt and legs. HAha*

Boggles of Life

2007-12-29T22:57:00.000+08:00

How do we handle the boggles of Life?
Go in a connected l_i_n_e.
_________
I guess??

I still love Chocolates!!
Yummy
=)

Big butts

2007-12-27T23:52:00.000+08:00

The year is coming to an end in a few days time and for most of us, school will be starting. Yep! School! yay:D I miss my friends and not Singapore lah. Oh boy, but I'm not looking forward to the datelines and the bomb of works to be done when school starts.

Nevertheless, this 5weeks of holiday has been good!=D especially when there's no homework. Haha. I had good rest but.... not too sure I'm all packed for pressure again! Oh well, I have to work my ass lah. No choice. Yay! Classmates, I miss u guys!! But no more Cindy=( I'll miss u babe. So, for the fun and joy and laughter to come!! Toodles da!=) *some pictures to do some talking about my friends and school!=)*

Okay, some of the pics are of my classmates in 'funny' costumes. That's because its an art school. Haha.. and most of the pics were taken on Haloween day. Hehe. Well, so much more pics i wanna post up... but... nolah, won't bombard my site. Haha=) Next time mabye.

Chocoholic speaks..

2007-12-17T16:50:00.000+08:00

Kit-Kat is NOT chocolate.
It's 'wafer dalam coklat susu'.
I don't really fancy Kit-Kat.
Haha.
=p

Jabbilogy

2007-12-13T14:13:00.000+08:00

I hate injections.
They jab me and its SO darn painful. In two weeks I had two jabs.
Tetanus jab's the worse!
The pain stays so hard and it BURNS! Cervical cancer vaccination jab hurts crazily when injected but the 'after injection pain' isn't so painful.
Darn.
And yes, I've had three tetanus jabs in........... four plusplus years.
Hmm......... No, I'm NOT blur that i get hurt so bad!!
Bleh... I'm off to bed now. This tetanus jab is tiring me out really bad.
Haha.

Stuck

2007-12-06T23:50:00.000+08:00

I'm finding hard to verbalize things..... my thoughts, feelings, situations.... etc. I was never much of what I would call; a fluent and eloquent verbalizer. But lately I've been having extra difficulty verbalizing. Sigh. Frustrating it is, YES. So much going on in my little brain....... but so hard to get something satisfyingly solid (in words) out.

So much to speak of but so little to say.

Hate it.

No easy fart

2007-12-01T22:20:00.000+08:00

Letting go of something is no easy fart.
Even after a period of time.
Don't you think so?

Sigh.

******
Updates of school:
HOLLLEEEDAEEE
:D:D
Review results...
All A's and B's...
And PPD lecturer is VERY happy.
So am I!
=D
NO retrievals.
WHOOHOO!!
Time to fly
;)

Dream(s)

2007-11-28T23:16:00.000+08:00

I think Joel's recent post about dreams caused a lil' bloggie wave. A few people responded to it and I'm inspired to blog something about it!! *stop kembang-ing Joel:P*

Ok, I'll not post of my dreams that I have now but rather, some of the dreams and ambitions that I had when i was younger..... in my younger and innocent-er days. (Oh boy, I've grown...................)

I had dreamt of being a veterinarian. Most people would know I love animals. Especially dogs! I seem to have a REALLY soft spot for animals. And what makes me feel bad is I think I have a softer spot for animals than for humans. Ahh... Maybe I'm not human. Anyway, lets not sidetrack Jo! Ahem.... When I was younger I dreamt of saving animals and curing them from diseases and all that. And own a clinic... and many many dogs... that kind of thing. Not that I don't dream of it now. I do, really. But reality sinks in. I probably wouldn't be a certified vet even after 50, looking at the way my interest and abilities in scientific studies are.... and especially to actually get my bum to sit still and study! Ahh.. and.. yes, concentrate. But still, who says I cant rescue the little wandering pets, right?? Right? =)

I don't know why, but I always had a knack for stunts and acrobatics and the likes. Till now. Yep. Believe it or not, when i was young, one of my ambition and BIG time dream was to work in a circus as those swinging acrobats. Seriously. I envied them like C R A Z Y. haha. And almost every night I would imagine myself swinging from swing to swing wearing those 'glamorous' tight colourful leotards. Like... whoa!! HAHA. Ok............you can stop laughing your arse* off, people! Ain't funny =P

Ok, besides that circus acrobat thingy, my other BIG time dream and ambition was to be a professional gymast. I always told my parents I wanted to go to gymnastic school. Haha!! Oh boy. I can't imagine what my life would be if i ever did?!! Actually, I was almost close lah. You see, when I was in Standard 4 or is it 5?? Ah.. one of it lah. I represented Kluang in a gymnastic competition. The irony of it is...... believe it or not..... I DIDN'T know it was MSSJ (Majlis Sukan-Sukan Sekolah Johore) level and that I ACTUALLY represented Kluang... my town!! Untill I had to fill up my primary school leaving cert. Haha.........!!!! I could slap myself, really. Imagine my reaction..... I was... dumbfounded! I actually represented Kluang at the age of 10 or 11?! Haha. Wierd. And no, I didn't win anything. Haha. Maybe some embarrassment yes. I didn't even know what placing I got. Well, for the gymnastic school part, I probably wouldn't have lived through it. The training itself. Training for the competition everyday for a few hours was taxing enough for me. Especially having 4 different teacher teaching me totally totally different things.... *resulting in a very very confused and lost little Jo* and one stupendously crazy teacher.... and the clubs. PAin lah! I still have the clubs. And they have chips in them. Because of that crazy *toot* teacher. Haha. Thank God I had no concussion! Bahaha.
Anyway, this dream of gymnastic-ying is... out lah. But I still love stunts and activities to do with physical flexibility. Hehe!

Ok, that was like only... 3 childhood dreams. I have few more but by the rate I'm rambling, You guys would be asleep and snoring. Im touched that you spend time to read my blog!! Thanks you all!!!*HUG!*=D

To finalize this entry I would say my dream..... a hidden one that came to 'proper' life today (yes..today!!!) is to drive and maneuver a tractor!! Any kind of tractor! All kinds IF possible. Oh oh!!! And I want to drive one of those driving grass cutting machines!!! It's just SO SO cool. Yeah! I wanna drift with it too... and speeeeeed! HAahaa!! Ok.......... I better stop now. Hehe.

Toodles ya'll. Don't do drugs, Don't bum your butt.

hmmm..

2007-11-25T21:47:00.000+08:00

I now conclude that Facebook is complicated and confusing!! All that 'poke' and 'hug' and tests... and whatever else. Oh boy. I havent logged in to my Facebook for about..... a few weeks and it's.... bombarded!!! And now I'm... LOST!! Yeah... call me dinosaur!!! hmphf. But I'm sure it'll be fun once i know my way around. Well, I'll be having time in my hands now so maybe i would learn to weave around it more. Just maybe.........................................

Holiday!!

2007-11-25T15:56:00.000+08:00

Phew... Review week is finally OVER! And I can sleep sleep sleep sleep and have more time for myself, others and..... other stuff lah. YAY!! Whoo... art school is no kiddingly hectic!! Seriously. If you have the mindset that art school is lepak lepak and fun fun fun and so free free, oh boy, you might be wrong. It's even more hectic than normal university or college. Well, then again, depends on the course you take lah. Hehe.

Now, holidays are here and... I'm freeeeee!!!!!!XD Till 6th Jan then workload comes pilling again. Weee!!! haaaaahhh.... Well, I'm glad God sustained me through Review week. I didn't have much sleep every night and on Thursday night I did not even sleep. Haha!

Yay!! Now I can concentrate on putting on weight better. My diet didn't really work. Errrr..... maybe becauseee.... *confession timeeeeee...* I didn't really work the diet thing out... *blushhh*.. Only 50%. I know I know!! Busy ok! Aiyoh.. now I have time to concentrate on that ok!! I REALLY hope it works.......!!!!! *crosses fingers*

Toodles daaaaaa!!!:D

Me = my enemy

2007-11-15T17:32:00.000+08:00

I a m m y o w n e n e m y

Do you have a butt???

2007-11-13T17:49:00.000+08:00

So, Independent week is over. Away from home, Kluang and back to Singapore. The city of busyness. For me, at least. And to that, I'm back to workworkworkworkwork for 2 long weeks. Review week is next week and gotta finish up EVERYTHING. Good for me. Haha.
Oh oh oh.... my 3D artcard review was today and...... I'm SO happieeee!!!! =D Not to brag or what... but i got Class 1, an A+!!! weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!XD hehehehee..... Hard work and efforts to be neat (at least) pay off well. Ah...... ok ok!!!! enough of syiok sendiri-ness =p

Oh, I remembered a friend commenting that talking to taxi drivers while in their taxi is rather 'AhPek'. Hmmm..... why? I do not think that making conversation with taxi drivers or smilling to an Aunty selling veggies or saying bye to someone in a nice way(tone) or any other actions is harmful or gonna 'de-benefit' you in any way. Because I think Jesus would the same. And, the world might be a better place if everyone took effort to be nicer.
Really, being nice to people makes you feel nice. Don't believe it?? Try it!!:D

*p/s : The title has no relevance to what I wrote (??) / typed. HARHAR. Yeah.......... butts offff!!!!*

Drummer Girl

2007-11-05T17:38:00.000+08:00

A few people asked me whether I miss playing drums... ever since I left for studies in Sg. My answer... "Of course!". I know, I may not show it or say it.. but deep down I do. Yeah, I can easily pick up the sticks and whack on the drumset I have at home, when I'm back in Kluang. But the 'playing drums' I prefer to refer to here is actually serving in church and YF. It's totally different really. Ask the other drummers.

Addition to that, being a girl who plays drums I often feel intimidated or.. inferior to boys who play drums. Haha.. I suppose you all don't know that. I don't know. Maybe I 'grew' up being nurtured by a mentality that drums is a 'boy instrument' or a 'guy instrument'. Well, yeah.. it can get pretty technical (and most boys are naturally more technical than most girls), and it can get preeety loud too (don't we all know that??)... and more often than not people tend to think girls don't make very good or skillful drummers. Hmm... well, up to you to think and perceive. Every drummer has their own different skills, strengths, styles and abilities. So, to say a drummer is good or not is generally subjective. So, maybe drums isn't such a suitable instrument for girls? Hmm... I would like to doubtly think so.

Anyhow, I think that anyone can play any instrument they want lah. Haha.

My brain is empty now -.-

lately

2007-10-31T20:19:00.000+08:00

I finally got my baby..last wednesday. I know the announcement is late... so much for the excitement. Haha. Busy lah. Nevertheless, my new love is faithful. ah... I'm falling in love with it more and more everyday *o*

Oh oh! I drove yesterday! For the first time.. on Singapore roads. Haha!! Thank you Wai Ping!=)

Halloween today!! hhahaha... had a really fun and funny day in school!!!=D Thank you Jared for sewing my hood! And actually begging me to wear it. I love my class=D Pictures laterzzz!XD

Took time for a haircut. hmmmm... turned out... not as i expected. Not used to it yet. Haha. God knows i need a treat. Gonna get hair dyed for free!! Tomorrow!XD ahhhh... Thank you God=)

Been reminding myself to lean on God for strength and comfort and, yes... not to grumble so much. I havent been showing gratitude and appreciation much. Yet, He's been faithful in giving me strength and listening to the matters of my heart. Who else could do that? That itself gives me comfort=)

Okies, I'm darn tired. Got works works works to do. hehe... too-dles-doo!!=D

To me..

2007-10-23T20:44:00.000+08:00

Love is like a Dog.

Love is when your dog licks you even after spanking him.

Love is when your dog sits by you and listens to you grumble.

Love is when your dog greets you with enthusiasm and delight.
Love is when your dog so protectively protects you from danger.

Love is when your dog eats your leftovers.
Love is when your dog lets you dress him/ her up though it doesn't look too good.

Love is when your dog so caringly licks your wounds.
Love is when your dog so willingly gets up from its sleep to play with you.

Love is when your dog watches you act silly and wants to be a part of it.
Love is when your dog insists on following you to school even though its not safe for him.

Love is when your dog NEVER gets tired of you.

Love is when your dog lets you hug him till he's suffocating.

Love is when your dog lets you hug him even though you're sticky, sweaty and smelly.
Love is when you dog lets you cry into its fur.

Love is when your dog looks into your eyes and and show understanding.
Love is when your dog says nothing at all.

-joanna tang-

My baby on it's way..

2007-10-20T15:37:00.001+08:00

I need some guidance here. I'll be purchasing a d-SLR this coming week (YAAAY!!!!*jumpshoutdancescreamlaughdothelaladance!!!*) and I still haven't really decided on which specific model to get. Been reviewing reviews on different models but... ah!! I can't make up my mind. Hmmm..... choices choices!! So spoilt for choice.
Anyway, would any of you who is good in these stuff give me some pointers? Please??

My preferred brand would be Nikon. Model : D80, D70, D40 or D40x.

It could be helpful if you have other model reviews and suggestions too.

I can't wait to get my hands on my baby!!!!!!XD

**cantwaitcantwaitcantwait**

A choice

2007-10-18T21:01:00.000+08:00

I believe, that love is a choice. That to love someone is entirely our choice. Love can't be forced as it will not be love anymore.. thus, it is a choice.

Therefore, choose ye therefore today, to love or not to love =)

More to me???

2007-10-14T16:50:00.000+08:00

Ok, after much thought, i finally decided to post this. This is regarding what I, Joanna Tang DO NOT like. No.... it's more of what I CANNOT STAND. Seriously.

Jo can't stand :

1. The sound of snapping fingers. I don't know why but I have a really strong irkish and detesting feeling towards this particular sound. I get irritated by the slightest sound of a snap of the finger. Even by mine.

2. Repeated unusual sounds / noise and in some situations, actions too. For example, you keep repeating something. A word, maybe. And I find it worse if its spoken in dialect. I don't know why either. I'm not bias against dialect but somehow it sounds more...... irritating. Anyway, it's about the same story if it's in english or any other language. Haha.

3. Drivers driving slooooow on the fast lane. They think they're on a cruise or what. Often, I wish I had this horn that says "You're too slow! Get out of my way and drive on the slow lane please!!"(or something like that..) I know, a lil rude but seriously man.

4. People (especially girls) touching their hair repeatedly in a similar, sequencing motion, for more than 15secounds. Urgh! Its even more irritating if the person is sitting in front of you in the bus. Hahaha.. when that happens I have this strong urge to smack her hand. Haha.. just think about it... if I ever have the guts to do it and did it. Hahaha.....!! ok..... sorry, so random=p

If you realize you have done any of the above before, and I did not lash out at you or anything, it's because most of the time, I just tolerate or try to escape. Sometimes I make myself withstand them as a test of patience. Haha>:-}

Ok, there's more to what I can't stand but I don't want to let out too much=p This is quite some information for you guys already. I feel generous today. Yes. Haha. Right XD

I know this post is somewhat........ so 'into myself and me me me' but I just had to let it out.

So, I strongly suggest to don't ever try to do the above (on purpose or accidently purposely or.... whatever...) or you might just bring out the monster in me. It's not a good idea, seriously. Ask me sisteeerss *evil grin*

Okie, ta-ta for now!=)

Me today

2007-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00

Mood of the day : Lazy, accoustic, sleepy, jazzy.

Diana Krall (A Case of You)

John Mayer (Heart of Life)

It changes everything. I love it.