On second thought I kinda miss blogging on this old thing. And it still is prettier than my livejournal one.

You can continue coming here. I'll post on both.

If anyone still checks this, and I know no one does,

I've moved to livejournal. Same address as this one, just livejournal instead of blogspot.

The cool thing about that is that you can choose who gets to read what. So why don't all of you move too....? :D

Talk to me.

paz & amor
Amanda

Hello everyone!

I went on technorati and found some blog that linked me. It's called theblogsarebeautiful.blogspot.com and I think some of you might even find yourselves in there....

It seriously raises question marks cuz there are no words, and just pictures of girls with their blognames beneath it. There are some tags at the bottom, so I clicked on FHM and even NUS but er, I'm not classified under there. Where am I classified under? SRJC. ughhhh.....

No matter, I have more or less moved into my new blog anyway. The only problem is that I'm not so keen on telling everyone about it yet because I have yet to figure out what to do with the layout. It's kinda ugly, lol.

I'll keep you guys posted. You guys being the poor souls who wander onto my blog out of boredom only to have nothing interesting to read or look at... and therefore don't tag me. Hmph.

If you've still been visiting this half dead blog, you'd probably be able to tell by now that I'm more or less done with this one. I'm slowly moving to another one, and it doesn't take much imagination to guess my new blog address. I'm not really ready for people to read it yet, though, so I guess I'll still blog here every now and then to give you some nonsense to read when you're so bored that you have to come here... until I'm better acquainted with using the other one.

How have you guys been doing anyway? Not like anyone will reply anyway. You guys hardly come on over here and when you do you don't even tag! Bastards.

I kid.

Talk to me, la... I won't bite.

Hard :D

So it's the second day I'm here in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, and I've found out this: that Taiwanese people like to go "heh heh". Not "heh heh" as in embarrassed/cheeky/dry laugh, but "heh heh" as in "uh huh" and "yeah".

It cracks me up, and I have to stop my facial expressions from showing my reaction each time.

Tune in next time for more hot updates on Taiwan.

"You've changed."

I wonder how many people in our lives actually know the half of us well enough to even say that with authority. And if they actually reflect whether it applies to themselves before they say such audacious things.

Haven't you felt like I do at such atrocious statements?

No matter, they don't really matter anyway. The people who utter them, I mean. Not to be mean but if you think about it, the people who really love you don't ever say it. First of all, if the so-called change in you is irreversible, then these people will deal with it and love you for what you are. If it's something they feel is bad for you, they'll know how to justify what that "change" is. Sometimes they do, but even while they're talking you're having all these retorts in your head (eg. "look who's talking"; "look in the mirror sweetheart"; "i can't believe you're so stupid you have idea you're really talking about yourself instead").

Makes you fuming mad, doesn't it?

No one ever believes me when I tell them Jacques Chirac was gorgeous when he was young.

This is proof:



All "Jacques"s should look like this!

As opposed to Tony Blair, who's always been said to be charming or handsome:



Yikes.

I might close this blog and open another one... bah.

HELLO EVERYONE!

Recently I met this person at a friend's birthday party. Actually, I don't believe we were formally introduced, but I've come to learn that her name is Joys (I know, like what kind of a screwed up name is Joys anyway right? Don't her parents know that Joy is an uncountable noun? Or that it's spelt Joyce and not Joy-s? I guess mental retardation does get inherited from your parents). Anyways, let me cut straight to the point.

She did not talk to me, did not even get my name (but of course noseyparkers will always have their means), but somehow managed to conclude, WITH HER BOYFRIEND (don't you just love bitchy guys? I LOVE THEM. Like, it's this overwhelming love for them that I have to gain control over so that I don't reach for the nearest rock and deal a fatal blow to their numbskulls), that I am a "loose woman", and actually decided that she should throw her pearls of wisdom to her best friend, who happens to be Lester's girlfriend.

I don't know how this can POSSIBLY lead to Lester's girlfriend almost breaking up with him, but it happens. Lester gets disturbed, and according to him he jumped to my defense and was very angry that he was being censured based on some idiot's judgement of me, so obviously none of this is his fault, and may I say, it's definitely not mine either because I'm not the wiseguy with the intelligence quotient matching that of an owl (and you should look the IQ of an owl up, 'Joys').

I don't even want to waste time talking about how I was not even dressed like a loose woman, or how I did not even get to talk to her, or how I did not even say anything (that I know of) that could give her and her boyfriend so much fodder to entertain themselves with after they left the birthday gathering (early, I might add).

Here's the thing: I don't recall having said many vulgar things (jokes, curses or otherwise), and I understand some people may DEEM THEMSELVES more conservative than me, but no one, NO ONE, especially people who CALL THEMSELVES Christian (and in the name of that preach that Lester should not hang out with me), can actually utter such loosely based (pun not intended) statements and get away with not being called a bigot, zealot, or just PLAIN JEALOUS. :)

As for Joys's (haha, funny name) best friend-- apparently travelling all over the world does not improve your ability to think or judge for yourself. This girl was my primary schoolmate, and we played together as little girls. Even back then when the girl she called her best friend thought she was annoying, I put in a nice word for her (granted, she didn't know any of this: that she was annoying or that I put in a good word for her). But apparently being best friends gives you the responsibility to listen and accept every damn thing your idiot friend says, even if you have had no personal proof that what she's saying is true and even if the girl she's talking about has had more interaction with you than her.

All I'm saying is, some people owe me an apology*.

If any of you would like Friendster links, please let me know.





*I don't really care if I get it. I just wanted to be self righteous and say it here to piss them off. :D

**Speaking of apologies....I'm very sorry Lester, but you know I just can't NOT give some mofos a piece of my mind when they talk shit (especially about me)without thinking (remember Dorothy?). Besides, I tried saying something in your comment box but you kept deleting it. I figure blogging it out gives it more publicity now doesn't it? Good for me if you never read this. :P

A while back I commented a bit on cosmetic surgery, and since I'm on a roll here I thought I'd talk about it again. I mean I said "you know what I mean", but on the off chance you don't, I'll elaborate on why I wouldn't get a nose job.

I think it's sad if anyone has to think themselves so ugly that they have to ask someone to cut their *insert body part here* up and make it look like this and this. In particular mention to noses, when I say 'like this and this' I really mean 'ang-moh'. I mean, have you ever heard of anyone (least of all a white person) asking for a flat button shaped/bulbous/wide nose? I have issues with my nose too, I mean, we have our good days, but some days I'm just not on good terms with it. I've wanted it to be smaller, sharper, pointier, perkier, whatever-er. But I think I've come to the realisation that it's so stupid conforming to someone else's (or even a majority of the world's population) idea of beauty, instead of learning to love what you look like. Isn't it sad if you have to do something to your face to "perfect" it in order to convince yourself you're good enough, that you look good enough?

Besides, what is perfection anyway? Who's to say that a proportionate face IS perfection, or that a sharp/high bridged nose is?

Maybe I don't qualify to judge these things. Maybe I haven't felt the "horror" and the "shame" of being "ugly". But I'm sure that everyone has their insecurities, and unless you are severely disfigured or had your nose drop out, I doubt that there would ever be a reason good enough to cut up what your momma gave you.

Or what God gave you, if you so will.

Besides, don't you realise that many, if not most, of the people getting their noses/body parts done, are the people who don't need it?

All that said, I actually don't have anything against the people who go for plastic surgery. It's a personal thing, and just like I have my personal reasons for not doing my nose, even if I could afford it, and even if it would make me look like *insert celebrity here*, I'm sure others have their personal reasons for going for rhinoplasty. So while I sound passionate and intense and possibly judgemental as a result, please relax, I'm not judging you if you've done it.

But of course, I would cry worse than xiaxue's mother if my daughter did it.

IT'S PICTURE TIME!

I just went to Mel's blog and ripped some pictures because Joanne's going to take 5 million years to send them to me (I mean, they say I take 1 million years, so if I take 1 million, she takes 5 million by comparison. hmph).







Good times. :)


ps. please ignore my big nose in the last photo. bad angle, bad angle! :P

One of the owners of Quintessential (Mandarin Hotel Shopping Arcade), you know, the Indian lady (I can't remember her name, I always imagine it's Ros because she looks like my jc lit teacher), told me that when she was still a student she was already so crazy and passionate about bags. So crazy that, she would save up her money to buy a Mulberry bag and go hungry.

Or something like that.

You know, you see so many rich people who spend money like it's gone out of fashion, and of course they can, but you know, out of 10 you're bound to come across at least 8 who buy the ugliest, tackiest, gaudiest, most unflattering shoes, bags, clothes, etc. Never mind if it doesn't fit them right, it's expensive, and everyone should be able to tell.

I just wonder, when I'm flipping through my monthly subscription of Bazaar, or browsing in online stores and obsessing over things that I can't afford, whether:

Designer items are priced so much that the passion for fashion is only for the ones who are willing to go hungry, or are they meant to be for the rich and ugly who make up for what they lack by showing off?

I mean on one hand you have the pilgrims, starving themselves for enlightenment, and on the other you have the decadent rich f***ers throwing their money on things that make them look worse than they already do.

Okay, I'm being a tad bitter. But I wouldn't be far off in saying that many of these people who can afford it never seem to be as stylish as their bank account is big.

*makes mental note to self that when I get rich, I won't be one of those*

And if I remember correctly, it was my dear Sherie, the ever-stylish girl who you'll never catch on a bad hair day or in a wrong outfit, who said, "Whoever said happiness can't be bought didn't know where to go shopping."

Obviously.

Because I hate selling on eBay, I'm using this blog to sell a pair of shoes that are too small for me. :( They're bloody gorgeous, will fit a size 7 PERFECTLY (or if you usually ask for size 37), and are in very very excellent condition. Vintage NINE WEST blue pumps, with a missing shoe tip on the left shoe (which you can replace at your neighborhood cobbler).

I got these for S$75 (no thanks to the intense fight between the other competitive bidders and myself + shipping), but I'll let them go for as little as S$34.99. If you want to be empathetic to my cause and offer me more, let me know. (price has been edited from $54.99 to $34.99-- apparently 54.99 is more than what people pay for shoes these days. :P )








Damn nice right? I'm so bummed I can't fit into them. Sigh. Email me at shoepergirl@gmail.com if you're interested...

If I won the lottery had some spare grand on me, they would be gone before you can say "Hey so take us out for a big meal at Crystal Jade". I don't mean to be like other idiots and post pictures of handbags, but it's so fast becoming an obsession with two specific makes, that I have to let it out on my blog-- you know, express myself; rant a little; release some steam. Sigh. I mean... will you just look at that?!!???!?!??????

MIU MIU COFFER
the colour i kinda prefer

another photo so you can better appreciate its beauty


DIOR GAUCHO
the white one-- definitely the white one.


GYYAAAHHHHH!

I'm beginning to get the hang of this tedious picture uploading... here are some vain (narcissistic would be such a tired word) photos to show for it.


I know, I look weird
birthday present from melody, jody and sherine. it's finally arrived, thanks guys :) you do know that now people are going to think that no one loves me enough to buy a present on their own for me, right? hehehehee. i'm just kidding.


picture of my maltese looking quite confused

...and if you need some amusement, feel free to giggle at these: notice how I look like I have a big head with a tiny body in one, and alarmingly like a monkey in the other


No, I didn't use photoshop. I promise you it's the camera angle.








Seriously!!!!

So I went to the Clinic's opening night, and I must say, it's actually very nice... nice and, err, clinical. From the name you probably can guess the theme: bartenders dressed as nurses, kidney trays, pill cups, lots of sterile looking metal (but then again this was on the first day), etc. I only managed to get pictures of the toilet because it was too foggy in the club to get good shots, but you get the idea from these:




spooky.

with eileen

Man, uploading pictures is so not my thing.

It seems a nose job is all the rage these days. I'd get one, but I: a) don't have a spare couple of grand on me and b) kinda like my big nose.

Sigh. Still kinda want one though. I am aware I contradict myself a bit here, but I'm sure you understand what I mean.

Have you ever tried to reflect on all the embarrassing things you've done or said? And wondered what people said about it behind your back? Not a nice picture, is it?

I know. ugh...

birthday coach bag by someone generous :)

birthday cake



yup i'm old. an old young person. heh


ZOUKOUT '06! what better day to have it other than on my birthday hmmm?



joanne so vulgar

that's my signature sexy pose right there



handphone hawker

yup getting there. mel was the least high though.

HUNK PARADE


met mag

mag and her friend jerry



yeah, he's officially gone

....and okay that's how my weekend went.

This is why I don't put many pictures on my blog--it's so freaking tiring. I hope you enjoyed looking at them. Till next time.



ps. thanks for all your birthday wishes guys. For those who forgot, yeah, you should be feeling bad.

Is it just me or is Britney Spears looking much better after she dumped that piece of white trailer trash?


Anyway in the last post the last pic makes my tummy look big and my boobs look small doesn't it? I SWEAR it's the photo.


lol.

Excuse my vanity,





but I really like my romper a lot. Even though it's too short for me for it to be practical, it's too cute to not wear the first chance I get (the first chance I get being the day after the blasted exams).

If you like it too, well sorry don't think there's another one like it, but I got it at www.porkchopgirl.com.

I am Amanda. Hello.

nothing yet. be patient.

I might be interesting