my cereal fort

i hate it when people assume they know. or assume they feel too. and people who wallow in self pity.
wake up your idea!

sidenote: cheers to obama!

today my brother talked to me about faith. he told me how i haven thought of what i wanted. he told me things about myself i didnt know. he made me realise what im losing all along.  or what im not holding on to all this while.

and he told me when in doubt, have faith. because its all that matters.

when in doubt, smile.

secondhand serenade is absolute love.

So, lets lie in the grass and stare at the stars.
Live through the moment, and figure out who we are.



Some awesome ads to take you through mid-week










Brilliant. no?

so damn happy our pawnshop ads kicked ass today. elation i must say.
kids in my tutorial class seriously dont understand the meaning of "creative". get straight to the point or pack up already.
good start to a week of erm readings and midterms and an even better start to the anticipation of recess week.

live free, love safe or die.

the little-lest of things tell me to only believe in myself

the night is darkness before the dawn,

and the dawn is coming. 

oh so brilliant.

this is devastating. holland is out of the game. there is no reason to watch euro anymore. bye bye van basten.

i know i wont feel it as much as you do. but it breaks my heart all the same, friend. need, want you to be strong. you deserve so much more, dont we all agree?

if you are reading this, we are all here. 

love, xiu

no no, no forwards please. just press, rewind, replay. its not TGIF today but i'll make do.

its times like these when i try to slip through throngs clad in mismatched suits and ties, women balancing like an acrobat on a trapeze with stilts too high for comfort, with the perishers crooning and occasionally the thumping of the bass when i put on lupe fiasco to assure me that my comfort zone is not trespassed by external hubbub, that i wish i could press rewind and replay.

funny how happy is no longer a yuppie word (dont ask me what that means. its erm indescribable. at least not within my capacity and ability in expressing myself as well as i wish i could.)

things are starting to look up although someone drops a bomb on me from somwhere every other day and takes me on a rollercoaster ride too many times im starting to get sick of being immune to feeling nauseous after so many rides. makes me wish for the reversible like a chemical reaction among all other things.

today i got wind of an alcoholic? who's nowhere near kicking of the habit and prolly not in the near future as of yet since he's only feeling the effects when he's asleep and another who's playing with the law and the court like a game of masa masa. and of course all the other minute things which most definitely wont get the junta to even blink his eye. how awesomez.

anyway i've got a lunch date with the smiley cleaning auntie tmr to teach her how to use her phone (she has the same phone as me. how cool is that!) pardon me for my lack of lunch companions i get along fine. that brings me to how im KINDA disgusted by how humans aka the people in my office treat a mechanical worker/typist/saigang warrior. if any of you could have come this far, surely you know the meaning of basic courtesy. its okay, i understand none of you have the time or energy or mood to entertain anyone who doesnt have a valuable boot to lick. i can live with that :D i'll just have the perishers for company for the next few weeks till i bid you all goodbye.

and before you know it, your cup's overflown.

settle down, young girl.

being an angsty and weary girl today, the mum was so understanding she cracked a joke that made me feel like i appreciate her more than anything or anyone else. by the way, happy birthday mummy.
BIRTHDAY MANICURE TREAT AND FEAST TMR OKAY.

people say "i wanna travel around the world" but do they know why they want to travel and what they are travelling for?

"'i wanna see the sistine chapel and the tajmahal"
"i wanna experience standing on top of mount everest"
"i wanna climb the eiffel tower cos the view from the top is so pretty"

something snapped, maybe a nerve. not literally of course. today i felt like i could reach the thousands and millions of deprived children who knows not whats more luxurious then a proper education, except we were separated by a screen and they were made up of pixels that could be dissolved and disintegrated with a flip of a channel. they dont even ask to travel the world, cos it is a castle in the air they would not even dream of building.

what if one day i woke up and i found myself lying on stone cold concrete with 4 other siblings including a newborn baby fed by a single mother who is an alcoholic?  and i cant remember when was the last time i was dressed in fresh clean garments free of smell from the cow manure? 

i probably wont live to see that day.

we dont know how materially blessed we all are (sweeping generalization i must say but true to a pretty great extent) until you step into the land of Botswana maybe. how is the magnificent architecture of the effiel tower and the likes be comparable to the beauty of nature? some may be shaking their heads vehemently haha but to each his own i guess. 

sometimes i think i should be thankful for being able to experience and emerge from the trauma (LOL) of school. cos these kids dont even have a choice. i can choose to skip to school every other day and wish lectures didnt end way before it should and make the school portal my next best friend or alternatively, i could hate school and try to wiggle out of it and pay my mum to do my work. i think ultimately, i prefer the former. cos going through more than 2 decades of education is a gift i was born with. 

people often assume they cant help. an individual's effort is always not enough. but if an individual's effort is enough to reach even a helpless soul out of the countess out there, why not? few days ago, someone told me her tolerance level became lower as she grew older. i told her its not really that but rather we dont tolerate things that are considered trivial to us, cos there are so much more for us to be concerned about. so much more beyond such trivial and insignificant matters. 

botswana or paris, you ask me? i'll take botswana anytime.

despite the splitting headache at the back of my skull and a damaged voice box, i braved the heat and the infinite flights of stairs today, pleaing people to stop for a minute of their lives to tick 3 boxes. haha pardon me, of course not to that exaggeration and definitely not a life threatening mission. 
so anyway, it was kind of embrassing asking people to do me a favour (which i hope was a good deed) when a croak was all i could manage. like hello, who the hell will help me complete a survey once they hear my horrible horrendous horrifying (why do such negative descriptives all start with H??!) voice if thats what you would call it. i bet they must be appalled for a second or two since im only taking 1 minute of their lives. the rest of the 58seconds was probably spent filling in the contacts, cursing me under their breath, hoping the bus pulls up at the bus stop (we were preying at the bus stop) and wondering what they had done to have such bad luck befall on them. 

the demerits aside, i felt it pretty rewarding cause i've seen through humans. 
hahaha AS IN there is alot to tell of certain people the way they react to a such situations which perhaps hmm you, me, her or whoever may have reacted the same manner. and i thought how ugly the world could be as if north korea has not already proven it (of course occasionally some gave me hope)

i met these few groups of people

1. those who are always pressed for time (3 questions no?)
2. those who comply with lots of disgruntledness (if there's such a word) and sacarstic remarks
3. those who cant even be bothered to look me in the eye and reject me (SO ARE YOU FEELING GUILTY FOR REJECTING ME)
4. those who try to get away leaving their contacts by pretending they forgot their numbers (!!!)

and

5. those who thank us for letting them do our surveys (??? but ya there are such crazily well-mannered people)
6. those who are genuinely willing to spare a minute of their lives
7. those who go all the way to mobilize their friends so that we could hit our target 
8. those who took more than 1 minute of their lives cause they were so serious about the 3 questions i think they mistook it for an exam
9. those who actually ENJOYED THE DISTRACTION

these made me smile and also feel bad at the same time. nonetheless im glad its over.

Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,10.

Not only did he do it 1 to 10 , he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with.....

1 day I go 2 climb a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rushed out and wanted to 5 with me. I ran until I fell 6 and threw up. So I go into 7 -eleven and grabbed some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab at him. 10 God he run away.

10 I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 -eleven. Next day I called my boss and told him I was 6 .He said 5 , tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asked me to go climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand. I am so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1 .

DUMDIDIDUMDUM.

A mediated reality.

"Today's urban culture is marked by human beings who are too absorbed in dealing with superficial issues and have become buried under social fact."
M. Agus Burhan
The Urban World of Budi Ubrux

i chanced upon this awesome Indonesian oil painter Budi Ubrux and i had to share it with all of you. he made me feel like painting again.

The Walls


Unforgettable

bewildered individuals who are unable to perceive reality amidst the relentless influx of dramatized news.
sounds pertinent to what we are facing now?


Clowns will be Clowns

dramatic display of pretentious concern/zombie-like congregation/facelessand voiceless

no it's not paper mache or anything! (if thats what you are thinking)
its all in oil. every word and every little detail. 
lets play the guessing game: how much time do you think it took him to finish one painting if he paints every second every minute every hour not eating or slping? 
it's just amazing isn't it?
i love how he mummified the figures, everything seems so repetitive but repetition just seems so amazing here.
AWESOME ISNT HE.

cant wait to catch his awesomeness from now till 24th april at the fullerton hotel, one fullerton square.
solo exhibition!
10 to 7 for weekdays and 11 to 3 on saturday! who wants to join me on a appreciate-the-beauty-of words-on-canvas trippp.
i feel like im advertising for him hahah but ya everyone should go check him out. now that school is out FINALLY AFTER A TOTUROUS 3MONTHS, im in the mood for art appreciation :D
YESYESYESYESYES EVERYONE SMILE TO THE GOODNESS OF LIFE.

 

2am nights; speeding buses and kind hearts.

how not to love?

time to share my auntie/ahsoh/ahmah excitement. today i stumbled upon this shop which sells TIMTAMS for ONE BUCK. how is it possible!
as usual, being the auntie/ahsoh/ahmah/cheapskate i am, i couldnt resist and bought a few packs. i wanted to buy the whole shop down.

so anyway, i had a crazy craving (woohoo alliteration) for bandung today but after two hours, half the packet is still hanging beside me. i have no idea why im even talking about half finished bandung.
please save your own soul by not reading cos half the time
1) im not making sense
2) the things i say are insignificant
3) im sure you have better things to do :D

and scroll down to check out my latest favouritest rappah.




awesomesness.