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Review on Lips of An Angel

A woman throwing a vase full of vibrant flowers and water over the room in slow motion as tornado brew outside of the wooden window, blowing everything in the room except the movements seem to be freezed by the frames, seems like a scenery from Dorothy of Wizard of The Oz, the difference is only in the expression the woman wear and her attire which speaks of JLo Gucci fashion statement, black and white contrast across country background, kohl on her eyes and dark red lips lingering on an expression of anger and frustration, 3 inch glossy heels with no nonsense and slick-back hairdo.

Some how the picture for me represents what a rocky edge means.

I love it when I see a beautiful no-nonsense corporate woman started to lose control and starts being destructive. At the same time, after all the tornado settles down and the place's destroyed, all one can see from the woman is messed up hair and sweat lingering on her brows as she breathe heavily her contentment.

Long ago, rock stars are represented by long wind blown hair, so call messed up frm all those bedroom romps, but now as the century awakens to the unending story of fashion and blings, rock stars start a new revolution in bringing in an edge to clothing lines and accessories. Gwen Stefani with Love, Angel, Music and Baby or LAMB collections shows that contrast.

Beautiful as the picture represents, the music is compromised. Take out the background music and the voice cant even carry itself across the platform.

Indie music remains nearest to their original roots, but a lot of copycats as many started to imitate the growling voice of Nickelback, The Calling and all those other commercialised rock music on the radio nowadays with whispers of promises in the ears of the listeners.

As more and more musicians come out with overstrung guitars and torn jackets and jeans, they are polished up for cover magazines hoping to sell their names to other Asian countries with hope of faking it, making an imitation seems undefinable from the real stuff, reviews to put down some of the musicians work or saying that they are imitations of the originals in the market nowadays when all we hear are polished studio articles and politics and marketing gimmicks.

Do I care if the music are imitations or inspired from other bands or musicians from the olden days like Jimi Hendrix or Guns & Roses or Nirvana or Nickelback?

Nope. My ears make their own choice.

Rock rules. Happy Holidays, everyone.

Labels: Rock

posted by M.E. # 10:17 AM 0 Comments

Happy Chinese New Year 2007

To everybody who knows what Chinese New Year stands for and eats everything that lies on it's back under the sky,

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

Whoohoo..

Time for the year to get ang pow again..wish I was 7 yr old and begging for ang pows with my friend's mothers.

Anyway, 2007, year of the golden bullish prosperous pig..my kinda year.

Cheerios and do save a pig's part for me, preferably the heart.

Yummy. :P

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posted by M.E. # 8:34 PM 0 Comments

Valentines 2007

I'd like to wish every single sexy ladies out there, happy valentine.

To all the single cheeky guys out there, here's my number..hehe, just kidding.

To my friends and acquaintances, hav a sweet heart warming sessions with ur love ones.

To my dad, remember to send mum flowers.

To my sisters and mum, happy valentine and lotsa kisses and hugs. Know that I'm still a good girl and the golden triangle is still intact.

After tis year, I'll be naughty.

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posted by M.E. # 8:16 PM 0 Comments

Backache

Yesterday, I had a house cleaning session for 3 hrs straight.

Cleaned the kitchen, second master bedroom, medium rooms, toilets, balconies and last the living room.

I've always kinda thought the house was pretty small by my standard comparing to my house at home, but cleaning alone, waa, b said she hav respect for me.

Actually, she didnt know me well enuf that I dun complain that much, which doesnt mean I dun actually do a lot of work, just in my opinion, complains are merely one person of saying that they feel overwhelmed, and I've heard enuf to stop complaining to others, anyway, wat's the use of complaining when nobody's gonna solve my problems. Waste all the diamonds coming out from my mouth only.

Like wat I said, I cleaned the place, left only my room havent cleaned. Too tired to think and work, legs seem to hav a polio-like syndrome, plus the hands are so sore, I can barely lift the buckets and mops.

During the nite, I woke up in the middle of my sleep and I was soaking in my pj. Seems like the heat monsoon is in.

This morning, woke up with backache. Everything about my back is sore.

I swear to myself, after this, I'm gonna earn so much, I'm gonna hire maids just to take out the garbage.

Now, I'm still at office typing this update as I waited for my ache to subside.

Received an sms frm a friend saying she's gonna get married early of March, 2007.

Good for her, hope she'd found a reason worth settling down for the rest of her life, cos for me, marriage is a sentence. It's not cheap and high maintenance, if one is ready for it, they hav more courage than me. Plus, richer too.

Nat's getting bored again in Singapore, I wish I can tell her to hav fun being single and all the perks that goes with it, but some ppl hav to hav somebody else to trigger them to be happy. She'll hav to learn that nobody can make her life interesting but herself, same for being happy or not bored. Everything is self taken initiative, guess she gotta learn.

Tis weekend I'm going back for Chinese New Year for a long break, coming back after nearing 2 weeks.

Cant wait for reunion, but somehow dread it. Dun ask me why or what, I hav no explanations myself.

Perhaps I'm thinking when I come back, there's gonna be more work at off waiting for me, or that house needs another few mopping rounds and that I need to ask somebody to come and fix the curtain, make the curtains, get a bedroom set..I guess I just dread moving into the new house.

It seems like a big space just for me.

When living alone, seems like it's manageable, but when having a whole plc by myself, the echo seems louder than usual.

Sure I miss home, but I know my life is not there at the current moment, that I still hav lots to do before I can retire and put down that load behind my back.

I dun really know why I must load myself with so many thoughts, but I guess it's the way I'm being brought up, sometimes I feel, am I one of the last remaining generations that seems to think that u-gotta-suffer-while-u-still-can-so-u-can-hav-a-better-future?

Guess there are loads of fossils like me out there, most of em quietly doin their work, not complaining cos it's getting nowhere and there are still loads to do and there are mouths to feed.

The last part makes me feel glad that I hav only myself to care for at the moment, well, till next year.

I might just do a brangelina and adopt..another tortoise.

Labels: Daily, Happenings, Pain, Self-Dissect

posted by M.E. # 7:44 PM 0 Comments

A Letter To My Younger Self

If there is such thing as paralel dimension, I'd like to hav a chat with my younger selves, the younger selves who has yet to reach the stage I am now, and my older self.

To my younger self (18),

Try to keep ur eyes on the books than behind that boy's head, and u wouldnt hav wasted so much time over a punk.

Focus more and u'd hav reached the universities a lot more faster than to waste 2 more yrs at form six. Keyword is focus.

Dun waste money and apply for the Tar College application, cos u r gonna end up at the national university. Aint the best choice, but it's the foundation to being what u r later. Btw, u r gonna be iT literate, not language, smtg factual and square, not abstract. I'm so sorry. And that dream of urs? It will just hav to keep and keep. I'm really sorry.

U r gonna blame urself and ur mum over the decisions u made, but it is for the best and u always hav a way of working out a solution. So, take it ez on urself, k?

Let the other gals enjoy their short moments w the guys of their affections, they r all gonna settle for a different guy than the ones they keep on talking about as well as the lifestyle they keep on bragging on and on.

That strangers who wanna talk to u over the phones? Yes, keep doin what u've been doing, "Call again and my dad will call the police station". A sure fire way to curb stalkers.

All that talkative friends that u hav who seems to talk so highly of themselves and seems to hav mouth diarrhea? They'll learn to eat their words.

Finish Master Key To Riches instead of borrowing it over and over again. U'd hav started a spark for a journey a few yrs ahead, revel in it.

Try to steal more books from the library cos after a few yrs down the line, the books also aint worth stealing. Plus, they've upgraded the security to catalogue instead of the old fashion librarian-sitting-at-the-doorway.

Take ur time reading Mollie Pride cos after 9 yrs, u'd still hav it in ur possession. But I cant say the same for ur bible, it will still collect dust after 9 yrs.

Maintain that head, keep that curiousity spark and watever u do, dun change urself, cos u r great just the way u are. I know u r making mistakes left and right and that u r always mentally hitting urself on the head over small matters, but u'd turn out just fine.

World Peace and Be A Good Girl.

Labels: Letter-To-Myself

posted by M.E. # 7:43 PM 0 Comments

Nomad

I've shifted out of the temp rented room on the 31st January, 2007.

For 2 weeks time, I'll live w my friend till the renovation on my house complete.

For 2 weeks time, I'll live my life like a nomad; carrying around my box of clothes and a mattress plus a pillow, and a pair of indoor soles for my cold feet.

I left Booga, Smartypants and my other familiarities till I come back to collect them.

Some how I feel like the term, hav a house, but still live life gypsy-like, applies on me (it's my doppelganger speaking).

Sad actually, but I got over it when I realise I'll hav a whole house to decorate and splurge on for the year 2007.

So now, I am nomadic.

For one last time, till my heart beckons for the horizon..

Labels: Decision

posted by M.E. # 7:42 PM 0 Comments