Monday, October 24, 2005
hullo duck.first and foremost. a few quacks to some pple. i have no idea if they know about my new duck or if they are still reading the old blog. charlene khoo: hey congrats on the morocco trip. eh snag one or two of them there leh and do something scandulous for once in your life. anyways, the blonde moose guy sounds interesting. :) and your blog is finally funny. mel yeo: hullo woman happppy birthday! *hugs* i know i'm very vvery late in this but i'm a bitch what can i say? the comment u left on the previous post is really sweet. i know u love me. i love u too! come back for christmas and we'll have lots of rubbish to talk about. jing: hehe. how's pharmacy boy? hehe. congrats on that catch. i thought u were supposed to e-mail me a few pictures? oh and say hullo to karin and is she still in scotland. and can u tell karin when u see her that i said hi and tell her to say hi to amelia when she goes back to singapore and tell amelia that i said hi to li-dong. i am really not the type to e-mail. sigh. i know i know. i should really attempt to change. i'm sorry pple. i know i should be e-mailing u more often in true friend fashion but. but. what can i say? i have been like that since we left secondary school right? old habits die hard? oh. erm just occurred to me that the last time we met (eons ago) we still hadn't decided the venue for christmas this year? or has it been decided already? gosh i am pretty out of touch and somewhat out of reach. sheesh. but anyways. in case it hasn't been decided. i offer my place. take it as a peace offering. its the most centralised and my parents won't bug us. and there's the pool. :) so, as much as this sounds utterly ridicuous and totally demanding, get back to me ok. on this blog. :)
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
hullo duck.
i try not to talk about pple from school. i mean, i try not to bitch about pple from school. its just not nice y'now. but there are some pple.
well there is this particular person who says the most disturbing things to me. like, really disturbing. and its always very lewd references to things about me. apart from the scary stuff he says he's actually an ok person to talk to.
but well things are getting out of hand. i try not to say anything to him but he just finds a way to say something. and as much as a try not to, i get riled up. i usually try ignoring it but its not too easy.
i tried telling him that there are some things he just shouldn't say to girls. i think he's got the hint but i am not sure yet. its not that i don't have the courage (or the ability) to say alot of horrible stuff to him to shut him up. its just that i don't want it to get out of hand. like i don't want random pple to know and it be blown out of proportion. but at the same time, i want it to stop.
ahwell. push comes to shove i will tell him. but i hope i don't have to push or shove anything. we'll see.
what's of greater concern is the fact that he isn't the first person to come up and say disturbing things to me. it happened last semester too with someone else. it wasn't too bad cos i just stopped talking to him and he got the hint. (he's become much nicer now)
its just that, why me? i mean i don't hear any of the other girls having this thing to deal with. is it what i say? how i say? or what i don't say?
maybe its the singaporean girl thing. that perhaps all of us are very liberal and will let anything pass. i don't know. on a seperate note, the whole singapore thing is just getting to me. enough already can?
i think i have alot on my mind hence the thoughts are not coming out right. bah.
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
hullo duck.
so this is in response to kuan eng's post, on me opening up.
well before i say anything, lemme give u a brief description of my friend, kuan eng.
he has an interesting accent that is pretty hard to place and he drives a nice nice nice car, but not to school. (btw, u still owe me a ride)
he disses me alot on the whole singaporean thing, which is ok on the most part but really annoying if my day is bad to begin with.
he tends to be rather metrosexual and sometimes, only sometimes, he tends to harbour on the "pink side".
he blogs alot. like more than anyone i know. and, as i had pointed out, he tends to sound like a woman. which is not a bad thing really. its pretty entertaining.
anyways he told me once that he blogged about pretty much antyhing that came to his mind. and i said that unless u have control over exactly who reads ur blog, or if u can deal with the repercussions of just anyone reading pretty much anything u have to say, then its ok.
but i'd rather be reticient about what i say. hence, i end up blogging about what i ate or bought or shopped or went to. very superficial i'd dare admit. i had a previous blog and i was somewhat open about things. well there was this one random person i had met and i wrote on my blog that i found him a little too..erm, entrenched in his race and religion. over some time, we became pretty ok friends. and then one day we were talking about blogs on msn and i mentioned that i had a blog, go check it out. i had completely forgotten about that post. he read it and, as expected, figured it was him that i was talking about. he wasn't too happy about it and i don't blame him.
so because its so hard to control who reads my blog (i choose not to have a password) i'd rather write about bimbo stuff y'know?
but. but. but.
having said all of the above, i shall try to be more open. perhaps write some of my deeper thoughts. all in an attempt to breathe some depth into this duck.
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