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DA GIRL ♥

EMILYN ♥
nineteen. 0_o so soon?!
13mar1989

view my old blog here
& my other blog here


HER LURFES ♥

Beauty. the schnauzer =))
Piggy Slave
Her family & friends
Strawberries!!!!!
Quincy the bass
My laptop
Omnia!


HER WANTS ♥

a bass guitar
my own amps
shopping spree!
new handphone ; mine spoilt =((
digital cam, or 5mp phone =))
haversack
leather cuffs
guitar strap


HER MEMORIES ♥

June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
May 2009



CHATTERBOX ♥




DARLINKS ♥

+ 101 Schnauzers
+Abigail
+ Adele
+ Adlin
+ Alex
+ Cherlyn
+ Davis
+ Denise
+ Eugene
+ Fizah
+ Gloria
+ Grace K.
+ Isebelle
+ Izhar
+ Jasmine
+ Jing Fang
+ Jia Ying
+ Jing Huang
+ Jonathan
+ Jolie
+ Khyrul
+ Mabel
+ Maggie
+ Michael
+ Michelle
+ Ningyi
+ Sharon
+ Siew Cheng
+ Steph
+ Vanessa
+ Weitian
+ Xinni
+ XinYi
+ Yiwei
+ Zhihan
+ Zuwei
+ Barbarian Dict.




CREDITS ♥

designer- X
pictures- X
brushes- XXX
hosts- XX
fonts- X







Dear Mum and Dad. ♥

Today was treating mummy dearest to dinner! Went to Hotpot Culture. Yum!




Loads and loads of food!




Nothing beats having strawberries with chocolate fondue after dinner.....with bananas and banana cake and marshmallows and ice cream!










My smiley face chocolate fondue is calling out for me!









Mummy!

































It had been a while since I last spent quality time with mummy. Shopping for lingerie (extremely cute knickers! Which I obviously shouldn't be giving too much information on) and shoes today, and had some chatting session over dinner. Even though I treated her to dinner, she probably spent so much more on me while we shopped around. She still ended up with nothing to wear on Chinese New Year's day. Though sometimes my parents really irritate the hell out of me, there are times when they are super sweet and these acts of care and concern really makes me feel guilty. A parent's love for his/her child is so great and selfless, yet their love is often not reciprocated, or under appreciated.



They tuck us into bed when we were young and covered us with a blanket when we were cold. They rush home from work and stay up all night next to us when we're running a fever. They leave the best foods for us, spend most generously on us, and slog their guts out so that they can to send us to college. Yet how many of us do actually return such favours? I wonder why a parent's love can be so unconditional. Even though I don't express it much, I love you, dear mum and dad.



When we got home, we had the urge to flip through our old photo albums that were piled up in the old abandoned cupboard to collect dust. My dad and sis joined us and we spent a good couple of hours flipping through dozens of albums and laughing at our own photos. My sis and I found out that my dad was such an ah beng (hippy, my dad says) in his younger days, and that he was actually really very shuai and had lots of hair. Lol. The four of us broke out in hysterical laughter when we chanced upon this photo where my mum had an "afro". And my sis and I realised what posers we were when we were young. We must have been instructed to pose like that. There is no way we are capable of such poses if we were not forced to do so.



Reminiscing.....


I wonder what it would be like to go back to the past. Perhaps I would get a second chance at many things that I would have liked to change. For instance, my ridiculous bangs at around the age of five. I would probably be a more outgoing person if I had not been such a shy little girl. Maybe I would not lose some friends that I might not have lost if things were done right, or if I could have been as studious as I was in lower primary, I might find myself in Medicine school right now... I wish I had a time machine that can take me back in time.




Then again, I would not be where I am today and might not have gone through the experiences I had gone through nor meet the wonderful friends I have today. Perhaps I should wish that I have a time machine that can take me back in time, and return to the present in case I screw things up along the way =))



I don't know what I'm saying, to be honest. Just a random, pointless rant I guess. Philosophy has kinda left me with permanent brain damage. I get really lost midway reading Plato's dialogue between Socrates and Euthyphro, or however you spell his name, sometimes. I just hope I don't screw it up with a C grade like what SK had warned about.



Enough ranting. Have a Happy Chinese New Year everybody, regardless of where you are!


P.S I'm soooo in love with Whose Line Is It Anyway these days, so I'm gonna recommend some episodes. Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles are such ingenious people. <3!


Who cares about Smurf-coloured shoes? Ryan is still awesome. This clip shows the cast insulting each other in an episode of Hollywood directors where they act out a scene, impromtu.


2 audiences are picked to do sound effects while Colin and Ryan act out what Drew says. The 2 cute old ladies are so sporting. Lol. Watch this.




And my all time favourite game, Scenes From A Hat. Things you can say to your dog but not your girlfriend was really well done. Colin is just soooo sick in the mind, but so super funny. And he got the ball rolling for sick ideas... ingenious people to come up with all these impromtu.



Come! Ewww. Lol!







Thursday, January 22, 2009

you are the only reason for my precious smile ♥







Seven Pounds of flesh ♥

So much things have happened since the last time I blogged, but I really can't be bothered to blog every precise detail. Went back to Starhub and left again. It had been an enjoyable 3 weeks. Made new friends, quarrelled with old ones but I'm glad I made up with him after that. Bowling and movie outings had been fun, ride home in Jeremy's car with Siti, Joanna, Anne and Shirley from the Cathay to Clementi then Admiralty then Toa Payoh and Chai Chee then finally to my place had been super tiring, but super high.

Did Andy Lau's concert, Fahrenheit's and now, got cheated into doing Hokkien Pop Night. All I can say is, I survived it. More importantly, I managed to tolerate the crowd today. Those aunties and uncles do the weirdest things. Especially when Jargon kinda stuck his hand into my vest pocket to pick and dump the ticket stubs for me while I was busy with tearing tickets, I wanted to just snap on the spot when a patron gave some crappy comment. Hello! It was my vest pocket, not breast pocket or pants pocket. Or worse, when patrons tear their own tickets, especially the wrong portions then expect me to throw it away for them. Wth.







Anyways, I watched Seven Pounds with JH today. I loooooove, love, love the movie. It had been extremely confusing at first because of the arty farty directing but when the truth comes to light, everything fits and makes sense. The movie is slow with little action but it allows me to get into the mood of the show and I just can't stop myself and ended up tearing up many times. The storyplot is so touching, I cried at least thrice in the last 15 minutes. JH was complaining to JY that his left sleeve was very wet. I have no idea why it is so. =X

People who haven't watched the movie and are planning to watch, you should not find out too much about the movie beforehand. I think the producer of the movie had not wanted to reveal much about the movie for good reason. Before I watched the movie, I knew absolutely nothing about it other than Will Smith being in it and it came from the producer of The Pursuit of Happyness. It may be very confusing at first but when it finally dawned on me what the show is about, I really appreciate the ambiguity in the start.

I love the title too. Out of curiosity, I went to google the meaning of the title. Taken from Shakespeare's idea in his book The Merchant of Venice, a pound of flesh is demanded for every debt one owes. I think Shakespeare is pretty warped in the mind. Anyways, I love the double meaning in the movie title because it is both metaphorical in the Shakespearian way, but also literal since Smith's character literally gave flesh (and a house) to pay his debts. Seven debts, seven pounds.


And I love Will Smith! He is so charming (and hot!) and his character in the movie is soooo sweet. His portrayal of his roles in various movies and the extent of the sacrifices his roles always make is just so touching. I love the arty fartyness of the whole movie, from its directing to the storyline and title, to the little details in the movie such as Will Smith's method of suicide and the considerate little note he wrote, the way he wants to sacrifice only for the good people etc.


All I can say is, go watch the show. I cried like, at least 7 times while watching Seven Pounds.


Saturday, January 3, 2009

you are the only reason for my precious smile ♥