Okay so, I am perky now. Awesome moodswings. I've become so bipolar.

So, 17 bucks for this, so unreal. It's awesome. Every page with Johnny on it, and like huge pictures from photoshoots... so hard to take it all in at once. So positively beautiful. So orgasmic.

His house in L.A. is like a castle! And I think I'm going to invest some money in 21 Jumpstreet.
Young Johnny... tehehehe.

So I took this to the counter, and found out there was this really gorgeous, beautiful, lovely picture at the back, which made me giggle like a mad girl and blush violently.

That's the most awesomest and loveliest picture I've ever seen. Okay okay I LOVE THIS OMG OMG OMFG.

So the cutest/gorgeous/ handsomest/ finest youngest picture?

Tehehehehehe!

Labels: johnny depp, smitten

I am going to dive in my world of hatred and pain. This might cause certain discomfort, if 'fuck' bothers you. Hit your back button now.

Hello pathetic world.

I could just lay down and wait for the ants and maggots to consume my dead body. I am so sick of being in Engineering. Oh you silly girls, did you really think that being in a room full of guys is awesome? It's fucking sick, I tell you. I'm tired of male chauvinists pigs making disrespectful comments about women, and how women is all about sex and how men worship porn.

BOYS SUCK. I hate them. I hate humanity and I hate their elated penises. Cut your male chauvinist crap. Boys suck, throw rocks at them. No, scratch that. Throw big boulders and bricks at their Jimmy and the twins. (Hah.)

I'm in hell. Okay, what's not hell? Erm, a happy/shitty place dominated by the male kind, and hours and hours, or perhaps like 3 years of no girl talk everyday, of bad singlish(If singlish is bad, then bad singlish is the end of the world), hanging with /dragged by lesbians who have no life at all, foodcourt 1, ehm let's see, oh like total chinese lessons which I'm not a part of, etc.
I'm sorry, but this must be hell.

Where are my people? Where is my tribe? Where are all the artsy fartsy/book smart/intelligent/kind/literature-ish people? Oh, right, got it. Apparently everyone sucks, or the smart ones probably landed somewhere like Cleverland. I get to see Nettie like Thursdays, and that's when everything gets smart, then the vicious cycle of warmongering, sadistic, bastardly, hours start again.

You know what, I'm so mad, I can't even convey my frustration. There is no etiquette, no sophistication, and people's idea of good manners is so warped. And oh my god, speak good english for god's sake. And for god's sakes too, ask me out. I'm so sick of people who are like so pro-mother tongue and pro-porn and pro-short skirts. They should burn in hell, really.




And I realised I didn't say 'fuck' at all.

Labels: i'm sorry i can't be fucked

I am a bigger geek than you'd ever imagine. I'm geeky and proud.

I LOVE Lord of The Rings. My family almost went insane once because I was reciting the scripts and talking a lot about LOTR and Aragorn and Faramir and Eowyn. Okay, I will admit this: I know the script to LOTR. I memorised TTT and ROTK the most. For a point of time, I also knew elvish. I always have LOTR marathons during the holidays, without fail (except the June holidays, for I was busy with Grey's Anatomy.) And whenever I watch LOTR, I will recite the script out loud. So that is why you should never ever watch LOTR with me. I spent most on my money on LOTR (meaning, I spent the most money on one subject. LOTR beats Johnny Depp.) I have 1 FOTR, 2 TTT, 1 ROTK VCD, and a COLLECTOR'S EDITION ROTK DVD, with a Minas Tirith statue, Howard's Shore orchestra concert thing DVD, and I'm going to purchase FOTR CE Edition soon with the Argonath Statue. I have 2 'One Ring', a Gondor's crest, an elven keychain, and ROTK soundtrack, a deck of cards, a framed poster, and I can't remember haha. But I will demand a Galadriel ring for my wedding. When I have enough money, I will buy Aragorn's sword (Elendil) and Gandalf's staff. My love for warfare started from LOTR, and I dream of having white horses. And haha, my favourite line from FOTR is, 'In place of a dark lord, you shall have a queen! not dark but beautiful as the dawn, treacherous as the sea! All shall love me and despair!'

I also study Eowyn's dresses and tried to recreate them, but to no avail. I studied Elven designs and will paint the mural Arwen has in her room, on my wall when I have my own room. During the next holidays I will re-learn Elvish. I will influence my family to start speaking the elven tongue.

And I love councilofelrond.net, which rocks.

I started portrait drawing because of LOTR. The first face I ever drew was Arwen's. Hence, my interest in that area. I love drawing things I love, and the things I love are faces. And my when I draw or write, I listen to soundtracks from LOTR. I memorised the songs, the elvish lyrics and all.

When I have money I will move to New Zealand, and live in Tw-something, where Minas Tirith was supposed to be.

If I watched Star Wars, I would probably be a Star Wars geek too, but I don't. Because LOTR is like the best thing in the world. And Star Wars make me sleep.

I also LOVE Phantom Of the Opera. Yes, I memorised 'Down Once More' which is like the longest piece! I have yet to memorise PONR, which is like the sexiest and most orgasmic song. My future husband will wear the red death costume on his wedding and wear the phantom's ring and mask, and butt padding, because I said so.

I'm a geek and a good geek, and the generous geek, so I'm very proud of myself for that!

HAHA!

I don't mind being ugly and naked, I just want my fair share of LOTR products!







EDIT:
OMG THE PEOPLE ON BARRY PEPPER'S WEBSITE WHEN TO ROGER MARIS GOLF TOURNAMENT AND MET HIM AND TALKED TO HIM!!!!!!
I'M SO JEALOUS. THEY EVEN GOT TO GO OUT LATER AND GET DRINKS WITH HIS CREW.

Labels: lord of the rings, phantom of the opera

Life sucks. Life isn't supposed to be this hard.

Why do I not get a share of good luck or well being like everyone else.? Why do bad things happen to me? Karma is a bitch. She making me miserable because I say nasty things about people who trust me to be nice, maybe I think everyone else is ugly, maybe I'm that mean, I don't deserve good things in life. My life is crap.

And don't you dare call me an ungrateful little bitch. You don't know what it's like to be me. Like hell you understand.

Labels: i'm sorry i can't be fucked

I have this strong urge to apologise profusely to someone I used to care about. But I am so mad at her for blocking me off bebo and possibly off her msn. I am so sick of not having someone who actually came from the hell hole I came from, to talk to.


I don't know what I'm sorry for. I'm sorry I made you care about me, I'm sorry I cared about you. I don't know how you are, I don't know how screwed you are now. I hope you're not fucking wasted. I hope you don't drink, but I know sure as hell you're still on your meds. In other ways, I'm sure I'm stronger than you. I don't need meds. I don't fucking go to parties and mix with shallow people. I'm sorry I didn't try to understand. Your brother died, and being deaf, I'm sure it was hard for you, for all the shit that was thrown at you. You were always the tough cookie. You kick mean people's asses and I respect you for that. In some ways, I wish I was just like you. In some ways you were the person I never was. I would go home and bash myself up if someone were mean to me. You on the other hand, you would bash that person up till you're satisfied. I would come to you, and you'd tell me how I should've handled it. It was really hard on me when you were drinking a lot, it was hard on me when you decided to be a bitch and said your goodbye. Didn't you think of that? Well, no of course, you were always the tough cookie. You expected me to fight back. I didn't. And you wrote me a poem, and I didn't say anything. Pride is a funny thing eh? I'm turning eighteen soon. I'm ashamed that I don't even remember your birthday. I want to tell you about this boy I really like, I want to tell you that I am happier now, I want to tell you that I am not wasted, and I want to tell you how I love Johnny Depp and how he's great and how I'll fight you for him. Gaia, I really miss you. I think about you all the time. I wish you would talk to me again. I was angry at you for turning into the shallow pretty people. Life isn't supposed to be about people and how big their boobs are. Life is about waking up and getting saved. Don't you want to be saved, Gaia?

Labels: friends, secrets

Okay now I wish I had a waxing kit. You know, I could do my eyebrows really fast and they'll probably look symmetrical. I have Gerry's eyebrows. As you can see from my header above, his right eyebrow is a little sparse. My left eyebrow is sparse.

I'm really enjoying this shallow talk and being so self-consumed. Haha, I hate shallow people who talk about shallow things and make-up and stupid boys, and losing weight.

And now I think I miss an old friend who has dismissed me forever. We used to bitch about shallow people and the common man, the drunkards, the idiots who don't know how to type and spell, about sleeping pills and how it affects your mortality, and how we enjoy every minute of insanity, and of course, the days where she comes online very drunk or high and start flooding my screen with random things. I also enjoyed her talking to me about women and how she said she would ask me out when I move there. Of course the relationship only lasted 3 years, so the visions of sex, the pretzel position and chocolate-licking eventually dispersed and dissipated. I'm not sorry because I wasn't such a lesbian and the idea of dildos wasn't working for me too well. At the end of the day, manflesh rules. I'm sure it was good for her while it lasted.

Patrick Dempsey is hot. Oh wow, that was a nice thing to say, now that it's out of my system.

Labels: friends, random talk, shallow shits

Waking up to watch 'Friends', and then knitting, eat toe shaped sausages and drinking ice-cream soda excessively, and then knit again, and watch episode after episode of Grey's Anatomy and discovering my bitchy happy side - nothing beats a good day. A good day is a day without a plan, when there are no parents around to tell you what to do, and you don't have to bathe until the evening and be smelly, and be happy, and drink a lot of carbonated soda enough to give you diabetes. I love days without plans. I love days where I say I like pink, and let down my hair and stick things into them and be total girl.

You know what? I think I'd like to remain fat. Be fat, be merry, be anything. I don't have to fulfil society's wishes, I don't care about boyfriends if it takes 3 dress sizes down to have them, so yeah, I don't have to do anything.

Actually today I realised that I was happy. I actually thought of myself as a 'wondering happy spirit'. I hate plans. I hate my stupid planner where I fill up stuff I need to do and end up getting frustrated and feeling like a pig because I didn't do them.

Now this is where life comes in. I don't have a plan. I don't have a plan in life. I don't know if I'd like to study further or be something else. Haha, life is good when you don't have a plan. Is it not?

I am so addicted to soda right now.

Labels: happy talk

This is just one of the days where I need more yarn. I have a huge stash in the toybox, but I need more. I NEED MORE DAMN IT. It's like one of those drugs that you really want, but you've got no money to get it, so you go cold turkey for a while. OH MY GOD, I need fucking yarn. It's so nice to look at ebay and some yarn stores. They're so pretty, so lovely, so tempting.

I won't update my ridiculous obsession with yarn and craft on this blog anymore. Please, subscribe to my craft blog.

Labels: addiction, yarn

I am so fucking sick! There is only one box of tissue in the house, and I've been sick since tuesday but it got really bad yesterday. My nose is blocked and I can't breathe with the cough. And my voice is so nasal! This sucks, because I don't want to be Fran Drescher.

My dad suggested that I rub Vicks all over my feet and wear socks to sleep, to stop the coughing. It's so unconventional and annoying because I couldn't find socks that I could be comfortable with, and when I found them they're of two different colours. When I wore them, they became itchy around the ankles and I know that would kill me, since I already have many itchy bites to deal with. So I had to put on stockings instead. And socks on top of stockings, but the one on my right was so uncomfortable so I only slept with one sock. Another bad thing about this plan was that I had to go to the loo twice because I drank so much water before going to bed, so I had to take them off and put them on again.

But overall, it worked. I didn't cough so much in bed, so I could breathe through my mouth. So try it. If you have a bad cough, put Vicks all over your feet and wear socks after that.

I look pathetic when I am sick. Escpecially with this damn runny nose and disgusting boogies in the morning. And people laughing because I've got some tissue stuck in my nose. I need to get an x-ray.

And, MY BED IS STILL INFESTED BY UNKNOWN MYTHICAL CREATURES. I have vacuummed and steamed my mattress, dumped my blankets in the washing machine, and still woke up very itchy and discovering more bite marks. I NEED HELP, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER. The steam was supposed to kill them. Only option is to throw out the mattress, and get a new one. But what if it wasn't the mattress? What if it was my 8 year old pillow? And what if I throw that away, I'm still getting itchy? You know what I need? I need those two ladies from 'How clean is your house' to look at my bed. This is getting serious. I officially declare that there is no more space on my skin that hasn't been bitten.

I want to go out, and I can't. I need to be like strapped to a bed so I won't scratch myself and make more scars.

Labels: sad, sickly talk

It was a day well spent, and money foolishly spent. lol.

I went out with Nettie on Tuesday, despite the leg cramps and severe itch due to vicious bedbugs. We had a grown up chat for hours at Starbucks. I love days with her because we're all so classy and sophisticated and adult. (LOLOLOLOLLLL!)

So I bought:

A VIRGINIA WOOLF BAG. At 50% off. And it's Virginia Woolf! She's like my role model. I am most satisfied with this buy, just because it's Virginia. I had to choose between Shakespeare and Virginia, and chose her because not everyone knows who Virginia is.

A BOOK by WILL SELF.

The ROLLING STONE magazine with JOHNNY AND KEITH ON IT. (yeshhhhh!)

A LEONARDO DA VINCI BOOKMARK, just because he looked the saddest and oldest among the other bookmark characters.

A REALLY PRETTY RAFHANA-like RING to wear on my thumb. It's gold with red rocks on it.

A Biography of JOHNNY DEPP from HMV which went for 10bucks. So cheap, man.

Tim Burton's THE MELANCHOLY DEATH OF OYSTER BOY, for 10bucks.

P.S starring Laura Linney for 9.95

And that's all, I think. I won't spend money after this again, till I make more.

Labels: happy talk, success

Okay so. I am fucking exhausted. I slept the moment I got home on Sunday to 6pm, woke up and did a bit of engdesign, watched Ugly Betty and ANTM and died on the bed again. What a way to spend my day after camp. Camp of not sleeping and not getting healthy. Haha it was alright, I guess. Met new people who weren't 'boring', although there were some who were a tad scary. I had the biggest and heaviest bag because I brought my pillow, blanket and sleeping bag along. The first night was meh, but I fell asleep for a bit and then it was okay. Except Nadya kept going out and in, thinking the bird who was annoyingly tapping on the window with it's cursed beak, was a ghost. (Sorry Nadya, too funny!)

It was tiring in all. I have leg cramps now. Being 'mothers' the girls had to make the water and get the food and work like slaves. Lol. Anyway, we had a night walk/scary game in the first night, and I was a wuss as usual, but when we started walking, it was okay, except for the anonymous sounds.

The second night we had a barbeque. I think I got a little darker because of the radiating waves. There were leftovers, so the only way to finish it was to play the stupid number guessing game, and I ended up guessing like 5 times, so I ate a lot, till I felt sick. I had a toothache after that. We went to bathe at like 11. There were 6 of us, and only 5 toilets, so Zakiyyah started running on the field and I dashed along. So it became a mad rat race with all the screaming and everything, and the guys screamed like whatever hahah. AND I LOST MY BROOCH. It's my pretty pink flower brooch, hidden somewhere on the dark field. =[

4 of us went to put back our stuff, and it was pitch black everywhere. We walked through the aerolab tunnel and it was scary as hell! I suggested we hold each other's arm and walk, because it was getting tense and each of us like rushed to not be at the back.

So went went back to the track to see the 'meteor shower', but I was spouting much nonsense to Zak and neither of us saw anything. Anyway, I zoomed on my new IXUS 12x and we saw Jupiter and it was rotating like crazy, so when we shot it, we got some sperm looking planet. So cool. In the end I didn't catch any stars, and we ended up looking at the clouds, and they looked so scary. (It seems I'm scared of everything!)

We got so bored and started telling lame jokes and riddles (that I learnt from the previous gyl). My god, it was so so funny seeing their reactions! We like stopped at 3am, and it became a little eerie when I looked into the trees and bushes and the vast wilderness. We went to eat prata, was tricked into walking for like an hour. I thought it was at Clementi, and we ended up walking in the cold night and empty roads and stupid traffic lights and scary flyovers. And the service there sucks, man. I was so dehydrated and drank like two glasses of lime juice. Lol the guy in front of me drank 3.

So went back to school on the first bus, which took barely 10minutes. Climbed over the gate and not ripping my pants this time. Packed and went off. So I didn't sleep at all. I was like a smelly zombie. That was why I slept the whole Sunday and practically failed my engdesign today. Got nagged and lectured and everything.

And omg, I am sick again.

Labels: gyl

Dear unprivate diary which has been penetrated and seduced by many,

I am a very sad person.

Do you know why I'm a very sad person?

It's like this my mute one, I studied so hard for my Engineering Design last night, that I completely abandoned my GEMS. I was all tired and my head was cramped with many possibilities and tips, I thought I found happiness. Because I was confident that I could at least pass my design. And the nasty boys didn't tell us there was no test today. I felt so sad, and I wanted to be in kindergarten. Because in kindergarten you could shake the prime minister's hand even if you didn't work hard for it. It's okay if you don't understand me today, because I want to suck on purpose.

I am sad today. Junsh farted at me 5 times. He probably farted a million times while on the way out of school, and I kept running away but he kept running towards me with his butt first and farted at me. (I know Nettie would've enjoyed it.) Hehe. This makes me sad. Because I perspired too much and I stank.

I am very sad today. Because I am sad everyday. I ate 2 meals, and I am very sad for this. I am fat, and I am sad for this too.

I am extremely sad today because the OSIM chair just came in, and I tried it and screamed like mad and started laughing because I felt like I was being molested. This is bad for my health because I laughed too much today, so it makes me sad too. I am sad because everyone is enjoying the best massage in the world and I'm suffering from a shoulder ache because I don't like rollers to touch my buttocks.

I am also very sad because Father is watching Incredible Tales outside, and it's so loud, and I am scared.

I am sad today so I am not going to do my homework.

I am also sad because I talk like an idiot. But it's okay. I am sad today.



:( :( :(

Love,
girl with incredibly itchy legs.

Labels: random talk, sad

Well, it seems that boys are not that all stupid. They're manipulative and cunning, and I think we should steal their underwears and burn them. They are simple animals, and yet so hard to comprehend.

You know what sucks? When this guy acts all nice to you when they're with you, and gives you some mixed message and makes you all stupid and you think it's going to spark and shit like that, and then when they're physically away, like sms or on msn, they treat you like dust. Like 'whatever, you're not worth it.' What the hell is wrong with them? They should just act normal and distant all the time. Don't make girls fall for you because you just decided to be nice. I'm telling you, good looking nice boys are LIARS. Maybe it's just them. You know like how they act when they receive free sex. Like in the morning they're gone, and no call after that whatsoever. And it's too bad that all men are like that. Don't say it's wrong to generalise. It's just the way it is. Men, boys, they are all the same. You're like asking me to say that emo people are different, some goths wear hippy costumes, jay-z is singing bubblegum pop. I'm telling you, they are all the SAME.

And it makes me so sad. I think I'm going to start reading bitchy books and not fall in love.

And I think I should be in SpellCast. It's so easy, I could win everything. Lol.

Labels: boys

I think girls suck. Well, the bitchy ones do. After years of being in an all-girls school I thought I was free! When I see more and more girls on the MM block, I get so green and filled with hate. I may be somewhat of a feminist, but I'm a sexist as well. Okay, NOT. I don't hate girls. I don't like bitchy pretty ones. They're like stealing my wind. And that is sad. I'm afraid I'll grow old and wrinkly soon, and before I know it, I'm 50 and alone.

Why do I suck.

But on the other hand, I think I look rather radiant today. Must be all the taebo and dancing working its magic.

Labels: random talk

Have you heard?

JOHNNY DEPP BEATS GERARD BUTLER FOR BEST PERFORMANCE ON MTV AWARDS!
Of course I am happy. That's why I didn't vote. Because I would feel guilty if the other one didn't win. Ah Gerry won Best Fight anyway. It's all good.

Happy yay!

Labels: gerard butler, johnny depp

I bought At World's End ost! And I'm going to be mean to you, and nice to Hans Zimmer and Disney. I'm not going to rip it and give it to you! No no, it's so precious, it's worth the 24bucks. This is Hans Zimmer's best yet. I love it. I love him for the beautiful music. It's received 4 and a half stars out of five, from soundtrack.net. I agree. Yes yes, I love it.

I can't name my favourite track. Every piece is just stunning. How a theme just recurs in every song. Wow, it's more magical than Phantom Of The Opera.

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Page One and Borders has 20% off sale thing going on. Okay you bookworms, I need a book buying buddy now!


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Sky II by ~silenceana on deviantART

My camera is the best. Lol.

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Now on to other things...



My god, this man is positively beautiful.



I didn't see any Rolling Stone magazine with that cover! OMG SOMEONE PLEASE SELL IT TO ME. I think that's the most stunning picture of Johnny I've ever seen.

Fan for 12 years and still counting. My dad is probably jealous of Mr Depp because I love him more than my father. Lol. Thank god to my uncle who showed me Edward Scissorhand when I was 6 and I became a fan. I could be Johnny's daughter! Uhm and Gerry Butler's young friend, and Christian Bale's sexy affair, David Wenham's very very old daughter, haha okay well. Must be the music that's making me all tweaky.

ZOMG, can you believe it, I haven't watched At World's End the second time. I need the DVD damn it!

Labels: johnny depp, music, pirates of the caribbean

Ah, how rude can anyone get? I hate rude people. No wait, let me emphasise that. I hate and despise and look at rude people with complete loathing. I think they should go to etiquette camp. Asking for attention using 'eh, hello! HELLO?! Look here, hello hello?' That is so rude. If someone called me that way personally, I would slap their face. Like shopmongers and bubble tea mongers, 'hello what you want?' Fuck you boy, I don't think I'd like your pearls anymore. And do you know what else annoys me? The word 'okay' annoys me. If you want to start a conversation for the sake of getting something from me, well then fuck you, sir.

someone: hello
me: hi!!!!! (well I'd like people to think of me as very polite and enthusiastic.)
someone: Blah blah blah?
me: hmm nope.
someone: ok
me: (decides to be nice and say something really flowery and nice and utterly pleasing.)
someone: ok

AND THEN THE CONVO ENDS. WTF. I think if they want something, they should have the courtesy of saying something more that 'ok' or 'oh okay.' And I LOATHE people who don't show me gratitude after I did them a favour. Just like what happened yesterday. Someone asked me for a ppt I did before, possibly to plagarise and multilate and dismember, and then POOF! No word of thanks, nothing.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE.

Didn't your parents ever taught you to be polite and nice? I'm telling you, nice people are depleting. They've murdered our politeness and cut down the happy trees! I think everyone on my msn list is not nice. (except for certain people who don't use me as an immunity idol!) Everyone is just rude, and it makes me hate going to a poly even more. If I thought my old school was bad, with probably a few rude people, well then I guess the people around me now are just disgusting. DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING! THE COMMON MAN IS DISGUSTING. Everyone needs an etiquette bootcamp, seriously.



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On a lighter note, the scariest movie I have ever watched is probably 'The Village' and 'Signs'. I loved The Village, and remember my old xtine used to tell me the quotes from the movie. Anyway, get this: I have never watched either of the movies with two eyes open. I would scream and run away, and come back when it's all dialouge. I am such a wuss, and a proud one at that.

My parents and 2 sisters have flown to Vietnam. I am alone with my 12 year old sister. She doesn't talk to me AT ALL, so it's still considered as being alone. I'm so terrified. This is the first time they've been away for so long, and tonight will be the first night sleeping in my room alone.

AND I AM SO SCARED. If the lights were on it'd be okay. But I don't want to waste electricity so I've got to do with the night light. But still. MOMMYYYY, I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP ALONEEEEEEEEEEE.

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i am sad today. :(

Labels: annoying, dirt, sickly talk

I love music scores from movies. Or any score. Some think this is very weird and unlikely of me, but I love the classical and the orchestra. I feel as if I am floating while I'm listening to the violins and the trumpets. Whoah okay, rock and orchestra? Well I like them both, it makes me special.

Why why oh why have I not bought At World's End soundtrack? It's just amazing, I could weep to it. It gives me chills up my spine, but I feel like dancing, as if I'm part of the sea.

I love the sea. I love water. When I'm submerged, I feel so complete. I've always wanted to be a mermaid. In my next life, I want to be on a ship and fall in love with a merman.

I love LOVE too.

Labels: music, sea

I have been on a spending-money binge since the Great Singapore Sale started.

Alright, my best buy?

A CANON DIGITAL IXUS 70.
I just bought it yesterday and I've been fondling with it. It's so amazing, I love the functions. I intended to save money for a dslr since my friends are mostly professional photographers and they've been nudging me to get started. But ever since the day at Vivo, I have been dreaming about IXUS. It's so light and slim, it has all the functions, a 1.2 macro (I think.), ISO up to 1600 and the settings for different situations/light/weather. I know a compact camera can never match up to a dslr. But I'm a traditional artist, I don't intend to spend a lot of money and get no money in return.

My Canon Digital Ixus 70 is my new bestfriend, aside from my life partner who is a laptop. I am 500 dollars poorer. A few kgs fatter. But most of all, I am a happy happy girl.

You need to go out with me, because I'm in such an awesome mood.

Labels: canon, happy talk

I have great news for myself. My Gerard Butler portrait has been featured in GBfans on Deviantart. This is so BIG! And it's too bad none of you like it except for Nettie!

I'm totally motivated now. I like myself so far. I like myself because I can draw.

Go me!

Labels: deviantart, gerard butler, happy talk