Requisition Inquisition Queue Requests

Too many Qs you reckon?

That's the result of always thinking of making a blog entry yet you have too many to deliberate but you just cannot express so. Too much it's too less. Both evils.

I had been weirdly feeling oddly the best of both extremes of happiness and sadness. I cannot explain how but it is there. I dig deep and I have too many answers in between. This trip is making me get older and wiser... that I will find answers along its way on how should I implement my fruit cocktail life into something worthy of cherries on top. The fact that the ingredients are there, I need to pick them up and have someone weave the basket though.

I am frustrated by the things that are beyond my control yet I know I have to hold on to. I am very impatient yet someone who is still sleeping peacefully at night... regardless of the tears shed, millions of prayers genuflected and smiles shimmered before closing my eyes at night. I am my own metaphor.

I am where I am, slowly getting where I should be. I came to realise pointers in my life that has to be reviewed and recognised. I am afraid for some and I am grateful for another half. All that matters is that I know it will never end until I stop.

I will still buy my villa and write a book at some point in my life. But right now, I have to fend for myself and my cats... to a new environment soon.

Still in Singapore. Where I should be for now.

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The Anatomy of a Birthday Gift

My Plurk widget doesn't seem to be visible.... hmmm. Probably the cyberspace cannot take too much exposure OF me lately... or the lack of it. I had been in and out updating these things. Writer's block hit me for 2 weeks... or probably my brain cells are sipping a different juice in my brain.

But hey, I am back.

Birthdays. People love to hate it and hate to love it. In some cultures like mine, the celebrator is "almost" required to treat everybody when he adds another year to his age... while in western cultures, the friends or family of the celebrator are the ones who will treat them to celebrate that they are still alive, regardless if they have been good or bad (like the qualifications to get a gift from Santa) the past year they harvested. So, in connection with that... if you will follow the western ways: DO NOT HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS! So you would not treat a lot of people in a month! :P :P :P Now, if you follow my culture... same advice! So you won't hide during your birthday! :P :P

What embodies a birthday gift? I love giving gifts and surprises--- be it for an occasion or not. I just love how it makes my loved ones feel. But ultimately, gift is not and shouldn't be "just" an obligation. It should be made or be sold out of LOVE. Well, set aside the obligatory rights of sending/giving gifts to the wedding of your neighbor whom you hated but you were being sent and blackmailed by your parents to come because they aren't as tolerable as you to painstakingly show face and stay a bit at the reception.... AHERM! But really, gifts are given as "care bear treasures." They are symbols of ardor and thanksgiving (according to Wishipedia world).

So this blog is dedicated to the birthday people I care about in their own ways-- Moo and Daphne.

And here is a gift with a labour of love and sacrifice... and hardcore battering of my PC to edit while it is experiencing a Murphy's Law vortex:




And for this, Feliz Cumpleaños Moo and Daphne! I really do care and I am always here for you guys. Another year, another maze. And through it all I will be fabulously watching after you...

Anatomically yours,
Wishkey in a martini glass

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Hair is a Many Splendored Things...

Okay the title had a very bad grammar but it's always brave to pick words and put them together as a satire or a realistic joke.

Just more pictures that shocked my universe. So far my mates are pretty forgiving of my decision...

        

 

I am really pleased a hefty lot. Hopping to a new dimension of great things to come. Healing and caring. Keeping busy and getting there.

Need new shades...

Wish

Overhauling Pardon Apology: The Drastically Quixotic Makeover

Oh yes... the time I had been waiting for.

I attacked my hair and found the perfect salon after weeks of research. I never had a perfect vision of what style I wanted so I had several consultations in lots of salons. But my new stylist, Jing, who is the proprietor of Propaganda Salon, exactly knew what will make me elegantly fabulous this time.

Let me fire the bottomline cannon. This is a public apology to all my friends and loved ones (even to my Mommy in heaven) who begged and asked for a blood compact NOT to cut my hair any short. I was confident saying I won't and it would be maximum of 7 inches only so it would still be long.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I cut 17 inches. BUT! I shall donate that to the cancer society for cancer patients. So everything is for a good cause... I feel so happy about the new look and I will help a cancer patient to have hair after the awful chemo.

Let us take a look and say goodbye to my happy long hair:

THE DONATION:

THE PROCESS:

BEFORE:
                                                                                                          

AFTER:

   

I look like my mum. It's been 15 years ago since I last had my bangs cut. Last short hair was 2002... and it was horrible then haha.

I hope I will be pardoned. It's really nice, good for my height and it's very sophisticated. What matters is that I am happy and Wish is so back!!!

Do not falter peers, my hair grows rapidly... it's even long at the back... and I am booked for a new photo shoot next month for you to be much more convinced about this evolution.

Enjoy the weekend!
Wishkins

Old Blog Replay: Nobody'sGirl

I had an old blog from the good ole pop days of MySpace. I just revisited the old pages and needed to post this one entry here:

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Curse: Nobody's Girl Current mood: gloomy I have written a blog and my browser fucked up last night. It maybe a sign of the things that need not to be known or in this case, might be too much cynical to be repressed outwardly towards my dear friends and spectators of life. I had just been contemplating on the fact that I do not do anything wrong but that itself seems wrong to people. Being yourself and sharing your care and appreciation of people is such an anarchy that people tend to be hysterical about it. But is it their fault? Sad how the world is too tainted by too many hangups from painful pasts. But when would you stop risking and letting yourself go through pain and disdain before you keep yourself inside a bubble again and be cold and bleak in your own world? Would you rather feel and keep on being disappointed and in the end appease yourself and say you did your best because you risked and pulled back up again? You still end up moping right? All throughout this, I will always end up in my own vortex of "the curse of Zeus." I'll be a nobody's girl and will always end up here. Tough life but hell, that's the way it is. I want to feel colder and darker but i dont want this to be the end of me. Should I blame externally? Yes. Is this rude? No. Will you take a very violent reaction? Then do so. I'll fade, roam another end of the road back towards the curse. That's the way and what matters is the journey in the middle of the vortex before I go back being a nobody's girl. My soul won't be sold. Unless I want to consider murdering someone's heart but most likely I shall keep my faith. Who knows. I might be on the right track and breaking a curse will take someone beyond me to make. Find me... I might not be around anymore, figuratively speaking. Frozenlipz. Currently listening : And Love Said No: Greatest Hits 1997-2004 By H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) Release date: 11 May, 2004

This is still true to the fact... unfortunately.

Wish

Deleted In The Face Of The Planet Cyberia

Memories... either they make you or break you.

Remember Big Bang Theory? I wonder how much asteroid dust it had produced. Powdered rocks... like how we push memories we want to forget... or probably forgotten but the fragment of details lie underneath.

I continue conquering my life. It hasn't really staggered my dreams and goals--- anally-wise. But some things can haunt you no matter how much you face it without any protection, without any fists covering your face. What about running away from it? Seems like there is no way to shatter the haunting but time. But I don't want any spite, anger, fear, worry, annoyance nor sadness anymore...

Tides are still high and low. Still have to go through it.

I already expressed my hate as hate. I still never regret anything.

I wish I can hurt back. I just wish revenge. But I mean so well. It looks like a complete contradiction but it's really for the good of my planet.

Overcasting my solitude are dusts of time.

Wish