My first ever throat infection. I know I shouldn't be too excited about this when I tell people I've got throat infection, because it HURTS like hell. I can't sleep properly, eat properly and talk properly. Hell, I slept at 2AM and woke up at 7.30AM because of the pain. The medicine helps a lot, but only for a while. I feel like I have to keep taking them more than prescribed so that I won't have to go through the pain. But I won't because I'm afraid I die of overdose or something.
I was blog cruising my usual hangouts online and I found my wedding song. This song was written by Scotty Wiseman and his wife? But it's been covered by a lot of musicians like Rod Stewart, Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis Presley and more. I like the Elvis version a lot, but Rod Stewart's version has nicer lyrics. I hope by my wedding day, I am in love with the One above. And my husband of course, but you know what I mean.
Here's the Elvis version:
And here's the Rod version:
So it's 8.16AM on a Sunday morning. But okay, I managed to sleep in yesterday. Which means I didn't go for the last day of APEC. Yes! I was involved in APEC! Now that it's over, I can blog about it.
APEC stands for Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation. The title explains it all yeah? So President Obama was supposed to be there yesterday to give a half an hour talk, but he couldn't make it because he stopped by Japan. Disappointment. But it's okay, I didn't go for duty because I had fever and my throat was very bad. However, there was a Denmark guy, Dr Bjorn Lomberg, he participated in a dialogue about global warming nonsense. I knew from the start he would be a cool guy, and it was confirmed by his Liaison Officer, (I'm sorry I can't remember his name)! So I missed that one. But on Friday, I was in the conference hall listening to MM Lee. It was good.
Anyway, my role for APEC as a volunteer was to be the liaison officer for one of the sponsors, DHL. Basically I help out with the sponsor booth and contact another person from DHL, supplying information and answering questions, and just helping out. The ladies at the booth were really friendly and the experience was great. Although I only met them for one day, it was enjoyable. Celeste from marketing have a few friends in the video/film industry, one filmed a local band's music video which will premiere in December. I hope she remembers to call me. Melinda from sales was nice. She took some food and insisted on sharing it with me. So I had a few taste of the food which I'm not supposed to. Hey, I did politely refuse a few times okay. Yup. And I concluded, I could just sit at one corner of the place and observe the business people network and stuff all day. Because it was so interesting to observe the different kinds of people! Ask me personally for it.
If there was another opportunity to volunteer for this again, I would. (but there won't be a chance for me next time because I'll be quite old I suppose) However, I would apply for the role of Spouse Liaison Officer. Because what they get to do is accompany the delegates' spouses around Singapore for 2 days. And I think my knowledge of Singapore (as to shopping and eating and stuff) is really good enough to give recommendations.
Oh oh oh! And the toilets? LUXURY MAN. It's super clean all the time, they have crabtree & evelyn lavender hand soap and body lotion and towels to wipe your hands/face dry! Body lotion was very handy for me on my 3rd day of duty which was the first day of the conference. They gave us 2 polo tees, one red the other white. As I couldn't get my shirts washed and dried in time, I had to hand wash and wear my damp moist-smelling white polo shirt on the first official day! So I rubbed the lavender body lotion all over my shirt and it worked! I didn't stink. Felt so good.
Here's the photos I got: It's the toilet. From where I was standing, it's far. Zoomed in.
I'm hungry, and my throat hurts. Gahhhhh. My meds are overwhelmingly scary. It cost me $42.
Hi it's me and I'm back again, pulling an all-nighter just so I can finish my Italian group project before shooting for another group assignment for Camera & Lighting. Ah procrastination, my fair-weathered friend who's there when I don't need you to be.
We're screwed for cam & lighting shooting because. because. BECAUSE. I forgot to check if my mum was going to have a day off from work to stay home and clean the house. I thought she would be working and that we could film at my house because no one else's house is available. BUT. I only found out at... 11pm? BUT. Like we had other choices anyway.
I have been thinking... Ever since I started poly life, I've gone from a bit initiative to non-initiative. In school. Everyone there don't really initiate to help or something. It's true. It's like, if you help a teacher, you're a loser. If you're enthusiastic with helping, you're lame. I bet these are what people think when they see a person being helpful and stuff. Is it bad to be helpful? To take initiative? And... a few new classmates do make fun of enthusiastic people. Or at least, an enthusiastic person.
And I hate not being able to see moments to initiative anymore. It's like I've lost a good eye. I sit on my butt and then realized I could have made someone's life or day better, easier with a small act of help, after the moment's gone.
I also am slapping myself for forgetting my resolution to be encouraging. And to compliment people for their good efforts, or their good dressing. It's going to be weird to start doing it now, but I should. So uh, people who think it's weird that I'm encouraging or complimenting you, take note.
I've always tried having a power nap when I need to, but never successfully done it because I haven't done my research. So just now, I checked on it and here's it for your guys: WikiHow - Power Nap
"Happiness is absolute. Happiness is the understanding and acceptance of life as it is in this very moment as completely perfect, because every creation of God is perfect. The degree to which you do not accept life in all of the Divine forms is the degree to which you suffer." Hmmm....
Yesterday was Halloween. Well, though a supposedly Pagan festival, it's commercialised, just like Christmas. So is there a reason not to have fun with it? We had a Halloween Tea Party yesterday, though it lasted all the way till 8 plus 9 at night. It was my first time having Halloween and dressing up so I guess it's been good. The whole day was good, except the morning part where I had little sleep and had to go for a training I am volunteering at which I can't tell you just yet in case I get into trouble!
Twister, shepherd's pie, nuggets with maple syrup, Wii games, Shutter hollywood version, Cloverfield, heavy rain storm and cooling weather. Loved it. Friends, lover and acquaintances, having fun. Cloverfield was a great movie. I love the significance of the opening scene and ending scene with both characters, the audience's attachment and emotional journey with Hud who "filmed" most of the experience, and how I didn't get motion sickness even though I have SEVERE motion sickness on modes of transport.
Here's what I dressed up as - Minnie Mouse.
Here's what Tonsice dressed up as - Slash from GnR, without long hair.
We went trick or treating at 7-11. The kind man on duty bought us a box of IMPACT mints. We all know how expensive that small box of small mints costs for such small packaging. So we were really thankful for this sporting guy and even took a picture with him, which is on Joie's phone.
After the party, me and Tonsice went to chill at a void deck because the weather was so unusually cooling and it was just nice for the both of us. It was a simple but great night I've had with him for quite some time. It was so great and I loved it that I am still happy now. Just a little bummed out there's school tomorrow.
Because it has been a repeating trend for me to feel like... Escaping to another life I don't have but so wouldn't mind. Or fast forward to my future, skip the school and early years of building up my career. And a few days (can last up to a week) later, my uterus sheds and bleeds.
And then I have crying sessions for a few days prior to the menstruation. So I got curious and started to google "women cry menstruation". I got to some book preview thing and get this: there's 2 kinds of crying during menstruation period. I'm too lazy and tired to go back to the link and read through to state the examples but I'm just saying it leads me somewhere.
I wished they aren't illegal in Singapore. But I know there'll be people who'll buy them cause they're cute and start throwing them out or something like how they do with dogs and cats which is why SPCA is overflowing with them. Irresponsible people.
Okay this post didn't turn out as serious as I wanted it to be.
God wasted no time in putting my words to action. To tell the truth about my new laptop. However, I am still mustering the courage and waiting for the best timing.
And omg! Free shipping for DeviantArt stuffs all over the world! Ends today! Please bring it back when I'm a working adult with ONE credit card/paypal.
Freda reached another level of enlightenment. She has gotten a lot within 5 hours.
+100 to Mel Wong.
+A lot to the Man above.
note to self
Social pleasing, social normality... or Plain, simple truth (truth personally for me, when said so boldly always hurt somehow)
I want/must to choose...
Plain. Simple. Bold. Truth.
But tactfully, if needed of course. After all, I'd rather hear the truth tactfully (right, Tonsice?).
And anchor myself in it. In me.
Did you know when you cry and you don't really blow your watered nose out but just squeeze the drippy liquid out, it doesn't smell? Or at least mine doesn't.
Ultimately, Freda, you need courage. Boldness. Confidence.
Insects. The dark. Bad supernatural things. Rejection. Failure. Hurt. Regret. Death. Life. Confrontations. How people will think of me. How one action can have so many different consequences. That I'm wrong. That I'm right about something unpleasant.
There's no need to consider the limits. I have to break free from myself first.
Or when the opportunity arises whenever, wherever, whatever.
Yes I should start questioning everything and myself about things. Question things to other people. Stimulate my mind, broaden my horizon. Be more observant, more curious. Why do most of us stop questioning everything as to when we were just kids? Besides the fact we already know some things but that doesn't mean we know everything. Why do we hinder people, or even kids, from questioning things? Didn't we learn about whatever whenever we question? I learn better when I question. I wonder why I stopped questioning. I know it isn't because I'm not academically strong or interested.
Because I hate myself whenever I'm not confident enough, not courageous enough, too sensitive and more.
Start taking risks." The Good Samaritan way."
By making this post public is going to help me. I will update on my progress. I'll try to stay clear from "what's been going on with my life" and go into "what have I done in line with this post".
Failure. Who loves failure? I don't like failure, I'm scared of it.
Reckless. I remember in primary school and secondary school when they talk about cyber wellness, I'm always agreeing with the speaker and scolding the those insensitive reckless selfish-thinking people with the whole "i-don't-care-it's-my-blog-my-life-my-rights" mentality. How they think "freedom of speech" is for everyone and in our country but truth is it's only 100% available in America where you make a racist remark or an abusive remark and you don't get jailed or fine because it's America, unless some few thousands of people gather together against you and put you in court (from what I read in Americans' reports). I guess that's why there's some sort of peace here, because people have to watch what they say and what they do, therefore no one gets killed or injured so often because of their race or religion.
And then I made a mistake similar to that. Just that it wasn't intentional to hurt or put down someone. Funny thing is, I do proof-read whatever I blog about. I was so sure my tone was right, my words were right, my thinking was in the right track. But I forgot the basic simple human fact: different people have different thinking, interpretations, mindset, feelings, brought up, reaction... etc. (Edit add-on Reflection: Someone told me, before word of mouth started to spread, that I should take it down. See, I had the choice. But I thought it was alright. So I left it as it is. But if I had taken it down, things wouldn't have gone bad. If things wouldn't have gone bad, I wouldn't have been reinforced with this human fact. And so this mistake/lesson [however people see it] stays with me.)
Which is why I usually try to avoid blogging about people-related things.
When I really blog about my thoughts (usually the long post ones that came from the shower), and if I thought it was quite a good session of thinking and rationalizing, I feel success. I feel accomplished; that I have been working my brain and contemplating and reflecting. I feel like sharing it to the world. I feel "YES!!".
I don't know why I put those words down onto the World-Wide Web, I'm not try to show off, not trying to force my views on people. It's just, a thing I want to do. Record it down. Electronically. On a... blog? Recently there was a news article about modern teens being too self-obsessed or something along the lines. It said social networking sites like MySpace, Facebook and especially Twitter, can boost teens' thinking of something something self-obsessed and letting the whole world know it. Then I think and asked myself if I was like that? I do use Facebook's status updates, but certainly not a fan of twitter. I blog. I got worried. I am worried. I don't want to be... like that. So why do I blog? This thing just puts me off blogging. But I like blogging. Sometimes. But, why? I don't know!
So back to when I blog my thoughts out and pour myself out to the whole world... Failure hit me when I failed with a "Thoughts" post. Like, how could I be so stupid. It's that feeling, I don't know how to describe it. It's like I don't wanna blog again. Pfft, that's so melodramatic but yes that's what I really felt.
SO... I'M SORRY to everyone out there who has been offended at whichever past (and hopefully not the future) posts I've made.
Eh. But at the same time please be objective and don't be over-sensitive especially if it was the IJ issue or the post #36, for examples, you're upset about.
And as I am thinking why I'm posting this again, I don't know. I could delete and go sleep since I've let it off my steam. But all my deep thoughts poured out, a long post, seems hard to just delete it off. I could put it on private for my own viewing, but I'm typing this in a style that is written for everyone to read. EUREKA! Simple learn how to blog like I'm writing for my eyes only so I can have the heart to put it to private. Yeah okay, Freda's achieved enlightenment. This is why thinking is good. See?
This blog was created for photo journaling purposes. But things got in the way and blurred my vision and focus. And slowly Personal is all over this blog. It's back to the roots time, baby.
My train of thoughts that were on redbull during my shower 5 mins ago has been halted and so to continue the journey (rewinding right to the beginning) would be quite hard to capture it's essence and actual meaning. But here I go.
I'm not into taking sides. But, it is quite simple.
I don't see how we should give exceptions. Amanda lies about her whereabouts/activities with Raphael to her parents. People points that out, and accepts no excuse.
I'm not a fan of lying to parents about BGF-relationships stuff, but I totally understand, and have done some myself (tries my best not to).
The key factor: wanting to be able to spend that time with my partner, to do activities with my partner etc. That is when my partner advices me against lying, tries to, or doesn't make much/the effort to at all (he is supportive/indifferent instead).
I may ignore the advice, I may listen feel bad but still go ahead because I want to.
And yes my train of thought has completely disappeared, I'll end this opinion post on a few notes:
There shouldn't be exceptions, it grays the line. It's either pro or anti.
Let's put things your way. Imagine yourself in a relationship and your parents are against it, do you lie or break up? Very few would be obedient enough to break it up.
I'm not siding my best friend. I'm sure if this was to happen to another person, I'd be thinking the same things.
So remember I went to Australia earlier this year and my relatives lived in this rather big but not too big house that's really nice and spacious so they had 2 new big dogs. One called Kingston and the other Tiger. Kingston was this cute sweet loving smart dog. Tiger was this fierce but loyal and over-protective German shepherd. And my relative's neighbour is, according to both my uncle and aunty (if it was my uncle alone, i'd think it's bias but my aunty is... more objective), he is jealous of them getting the 'better' house land. And he keeps complaining against my relatives and stuff. One day Tiger jumped over and Kingston burried under the fence to his house to play, or terrify, the neighbour's pet (can't rmr if it's cat or dog). Of course the neighbour came complaining to them again. And scolded them. Some racial stuff.
The neighbour might be racist. The neighbour dislikes my relatives. The neighbour dislikes their dogs.
Today my brother just told me that one early morning when he, my uncle and aunt were going to the car for work, the gate was opened. OPENED. No one leaves the gate open. The dogs were of course missing. Few days later, only Kingston came back. He was in a BLOODY MESS. He was shaking and traumatised. And it seemed like he was globbered up. And it's so saddening because he was a really nice dog. There's still no signs of Tiger. But I bet if Tiger was ever kidnapped or like, cornered or something, he would have bitten the shit out of his attacker. And because of that fight back, I bet Tiger would have been killed.
And so suspicion is linked to the neighbour. Because Kingston came in from the back, which is like, the fences there where he and Tiger would sneak into the neighbour's house. And Kingston can never jump over those fences. The fences only led directly to the neighbour's house. Either the neighbour has something to do with it, or street bullies.
What has become of Tiger, we don't know. For all you know, his head might be hanging on the walls of someone's house.
Now my relatives are giving a few more weeks before they get a new german shepherd.
Struggling student currently studying in Upper Secondary, in Singapore.
Struggling artist finding her style of art besides photography.
Struggling Catholic (we all struggle), member of an evangelical youth ministry called eXcess in Church of Christ The King.
Struggling human involved in the process of Life on earth.
HELLO! Haha, a bit like Edward? I think I know what you mean... means well, but er ideas...no go... haha. MUST TRY BUTTER CHICKEN IN AUSTRALIA! Haha bakery bakery aren't there nice pizza buns and garlic bread that i like? embellishing... maybe that can be another creative outlet for you. well why do
aiyah o level nia, will be spending too much time using my bbf to study lol. i added amanda already
@emobeef - lol but nvm la. your O LEVEL yr. haha. eh amanda leo also got xanga. go add if you haven't.
haha i will try to upload more and post more haha
when's she leaving? i wanna send her off too!
@kissmysmileandfeelthepain - SHAMMY!! yeh totally. after i'm done with felicia's party i'm planning. :)
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