:: eLise is me ::: March 2006

Thursday, March 30, 2006

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What a dream.

I dreamt that I was married to Clark Kent (Tom Welling).

And I do mean Clark Kent and not the celebrity Tom Welling himself. Hey! What am I talking about man?!
In short, it's Tom Welling body and look with Clark Kent personality and all!

And my oh my was that a sweet sweet dream.
*drools*

I dreamt that we were gonna shower together! WAHAHA! That's like so super duper!
*claps claps*

Oh man. His body is so yummy yummy! WAHAHA!

Ok ok. I better stop it. Getting a bit too happy here. And sounding very lewd. Opps!

How I wish it's real man. I especially adore man with great body and tan complexion. I hate those scrawy fellow like Sylvster Sim. So pale and yucky. You're supposed to be a guy here. So hey? Knock knock? Go gain weight and sun tan man.

Would you prefer this:

OR

This:

Would you prefer this:

OR

This:

Oh well, 'nuff said.

Shall go back to discussing about my delicious hunky dreamland hubby. Hurhur.

Wonder if I can dream of him again. We were just getting started when he was called away by his manly i-have-to-go-save-the-world duty call. Damn. What a spoiler. I only managed to hug him man. Dull.

MUAHAHA!

I'm crazy!

I wish I wish with ALL my might. That I get a hunky guy like Tom Welling and Clark Kent combined to be my hubby for real!

Ok. I'm tired.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

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I . . .

I'm feeling so confused and lost. Like there's no one there to back me up when I fall. I'm being left to handle this situation all by myself. And I've no idea what I want. There's no way of getting the best of both worlds.

I feel so overwhelmed. Can I just crumble and stay that way?

I feel like crying.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

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My Destiny.

In this lifetime, you are at a point in your soul development that requires you to do the work of refining and purifying your own nature. Like the ancient alchemists whose goal was to take bare materials and turn them into gold. Your own process of self-transformation involves taking what is crude or disordered in yourself and refining it. It is a cycle of separating the wheat from the chaff, requiring acute discrimination, rigorous self-analysis and self-criticism.

This impulse to perfect, to create order, and to focus on the flaws in order to improve and correct is the basis of much of your bahavior. When you project it out to the world, it manifests as extreme fastidiousness, meticulous attention to detail, the ability to do very fine and exacting work, precision of thought and expression, and sometimes a peculiar fussiness. You can be the critic, the razor-sharp analyst, the master craftsman with a reputation for the greatest finesse and polish.

You quietly observe, dissect, and measure everything against your own inner standard of perfection. Everything must be tested and go through the refiner's fire in order to prove its efficacy. Rarely do you swallow everything whole. Everything must be examined and judged, the acceptable parts ingested and the unacceptable rejected. This is true on many levels, including the physical. You are apt to be extremely discriminating about your diet, concerned with proper nutrition and the avoidance of pollutants and impurities in your food or environment, and so on. Your physical body itself may be very sensitive to what you take in - more so than other people. On an intellectual level, you are similarly discriminating, perhaps to the point of frank skepticism.

Because of your underlying need to create order, you like to categorize and put things in neat little boxes and you may deny, avoid, invalidate, or refuse to take seriously something that does not fit in to your scheme. Even in investigating the spiritual or mystical, you seek a system, an order. Ambiguity, multiplicity, chaos or disarray of any kind may vex you considerably. You can also be very critical and demanding of other people, in a nagging, petty way. This is if you are projecting your need to refine and perfect onto the outside world.

Ok. It is SO true.
People who know me well or has worked with me before, I'm sure you will agree.

I am at a point of getting in touch with the inner me or "soul". I'm into yoga, pilates, and spending quality time with myself (pampering myself DIY style).

I've stopped using vulgar language for so long that one time, I sprouted a vulgar in chinese and my pal went "Hey! I haven't heard you say that for so long!" And also, everyone will agree when I say that I'm a serious self-critic. Hence, getting myself into depression.

The need for perfection, well, I don't have to say much. All my clothes hangers have to be of the same color and design (Tailon has the 1st hand experience of what I'm talking about. haha.), or I'll freak, so what do you think?

it's obvious that I only uses 2 designs of clothes hangers (pink & red)

my clothes are arranged according to color (black, brown, green, blue, red & white)

And regarding being deemed as fussy by others, yes, I got that from my project mates.

Alright, I'll admit. I observe and measure almost everything according to an inner standard of mine. You people know it too. And my diet? I'm labelled a health nut!

And so my smoker friends out there, you people should now know why I'm so irritated with cigarette smoke and very anti-smoking. Back in secondary school, I used to have breathing problem when I breathe in cigarette smoke. So that's why I develop this perverse hatred towards smokers. And regarding the intellectual issue, my babe Jess will understand what I'm trying to say here.

Hmm. And speaking of my need to create order and organize stuffs, pictures speak a thousand words so I'll just leave you to your own conclusion.

i bought this shoe rack cos i couldn't stand the mess of shoes lying around

all my shoes are stored in boxes

even my slippers are in box

my necklaces

earrings

trunk of bags

neatly stocked

magazines in folder and scrape papers in tray

files, texts & notes

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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Initial Layout.

Oh well, as you guys can see, I'm back to the initial original layout/template.

Cos I'm sick of all those fanciful template. Starting to find them kiddish. And a chore to constantly wanna change it cos you'll start finding it stale and boring. And then the endless and troublesome search for the "perfect-for-the-moment" template starts.
And you just go "click-click-click".
Boring.

Well, I surmise that people are here to read what I write.
So who cares about the template?
Though it does play a part.
But oh well.

I've enabled the comment so peeps, you guys can just leave me a comment or tag me as usual. If you wanna do both, also can. Haha.
I'm a sucker for recognition & attention!

Oh well, here's to give you peeps a walk through of my blog template memory lane.

the original standard blogger template

the purple pampering lady template
(i really love the picture but the background is kindda disturbing)

the red & black china girl template
(i swear never to use black cos lots of people are using black, which is a color for insecure people. it's true. i study color.)

the "kiss-me" template
(kind of cool but finds it bothersome to have to click to navigate)

Oh well, I'm tired. Gonna go do some brainless activity now (aka telly marathon).

Saturday, March 18, 2006

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P.h.D

Dad: Do you know how much more your paycheck will be if you hold a Doctorate Degree?

Me: . . . *shocked*

This is why sometimes I wish I was born a boy.

I'm the eldest in the family and thus am expected to be "role model" for my 2 ding dong brothers. I'm supposed to be the most responsible, I'm supposed to guide those 2 ding dongs, I'm supposed to this and that. BAH!

If I was a boy, I could just go ahead and study as much as I want without the fear of being critisied or commented upon by others. I could just jolly well get a Doctorate and make everyone happy.

But no. As a girl, there are still traditional mindset tied around my neck. Traditional mongers will go: "Why are you studying so much when in the end, your duty is to be a mother and stay at home? So why waste so much money?"

That's what's holding people back. Typical-traditional-not-so-educated-mongers. Their mindset is that women are to get married, reproduce offsprings like a sow and stay at home. Turning into old hags like them eventually.

Come on. It's 2006.

If I was a boy, I'll have no worries pursuing my career. Cos it's expected of a man to have strong, successful career.

But no. As a girl, working hard on your career will render you a reputation of being a career woman and invite comments like: "Shouldn't you be at home spending more time with your children/taking care of household matters?"

Damn.

Sometimes I hate this world.

When I told my mum that I'm gonna continue to futher my studies, she was shocked. Cos she expected me to enter the workforce.

Damn.

Friday, March 17, 2006

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V for Vendetta

"Remember, remember. The fifth of November."

"V for Vendetta" is truly one of the most incredible movie up to date. It's definitely in my favourite list. There's politics, actions, love and humour. What a show!

If you only like those silly no meaning movies then perhaps you wouldn't like "V for Vendetta". It's so totally not some chick flick movie. It has meanings. Ideas.

The male lead in the movie, V, is totally cool. I wouldn't mind dating him actually. At 1st sight, the mask he has on might be scary, but the more I see it, the more I like it. I actually find the mask nice and cool!

cool mask!

the love story between them

looking scary here

And for Natalie Portman, I must say she's brave. She acts as Evey (pronounced as E-V) and she totally rocks! She has to shave off her hair man! So cool!

from a beautiful locks of hair . . .

to this.

the tortures she went through were heartbreaking

The most irritating fellow in the movie. Nasty ass. But he died a horrible death. Muahaha!

from cocky shit . . .

to begging for release.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

"La voie, La verite, La vie"

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

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Lotus Elise.

Him: Do you know that you have the same name as the hottest car in the world, Lotus Elise?

Me: Yup. I'm hot too.

Him: You need me to switch on the aircon?

Me: . . .