tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251794742012-01-25T07:36:50.941+08:00Of a crazy kid with big dreamsEileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.comBlogger1561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-10262626209537100282011-07-12T02:54:00.002+08:002011-07-12T03:00:02.587+08:00

I'll tell her this.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-61611242786803851202011-02-28T00:30:00.004+08:002011-02-28T00:45:26.266+08:00

Ever had those moments, When life is just so difficult,And you just wanted to curl up in bed,And cry? Feeling brokenBarely holding onBut there's just something so strongSomewhere inside meAnd I am down but I'll get up againDon't count me out just yetWhen it seems like the whole world is against you,Like you can't seem to do anything right,When you just feel so tired,You want it all to stop.I've

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Okay, that's an excuse. I haven't actually bothered to really sit down and blog. Or even to think of a topic.I have a few drafts down, but I end up not finishing them.The frustration of a writer is imminent in them. So I ended up not updating this blog for days.Then the days turned into weeks, And before I knew it, it was already a month.I'll need to figure out what the heck is wrong with me.So

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In issues that cross our path,There are two ways of looking at it, I believe.You can either complain and whine about it, blame it on someone else,And be a pathetic victim.Or, you can own up to it, learn from it, And move on with your life, more grown up than before.For example:Let's say, you were supposed to compile information from everyone in the company,But some weren't cooperative, and you

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At some point in our lives,We'd start questioning ourselves with "what if?" What if I stopped being lazy, and sat down and really studied?What if I never listened to my mum, and picked the job I really wanted?What if I continued exercising everyday, and never slacked?What if I had enough guts to ask that hot babe out?What if I never let him go?The problem with "what if", is that your chance has

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-57543300429090019002011-01-02T19:37:00.006+08:002011-01-02T22:16:18.474+08:00

A friend of mine once commented that I was lucky to be single.And that it's better to be that way 'cos she thinks being in a relationship is more... Troublesome.I can't see why she should feel that way.Sure, I have all the privileges.The whole commitment-free thing.The exclusion of drama, and the excessive hurt.I'm pretty content with my life right now.It's great.But only sometimes.I do get

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Sometimes,I grow afraid of rereading what I've written.Don't get me wrong, I love writing.It's rereading it all that I have a problem with.Not when I'm rereading it and editing it before I publish my posts.It's more of... After a long period of time, after I've written and published it.I'd have a fear of rereading it.It's not because I'm afraid of mistakes in my posts,But because sometimes the

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Where do I start?You've been such a huge roller coaster ride.You brought me love,Thrilling me and making me feel so lucky in every way.Then you took it away,Hurting me, and leaving me emotionally drained.Unhappy and wanting to give up on everything and running away.You nearly made me crumble into pieces.Then you knocked some sense into me,Made me stand up and move on with my life.You taught me

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I get that you love him. Even more than he could ever imagine.I get that he probably has no freaking clue how much you love him,And how much you wish he were yours. Believe me, I know it hurts.I can imagine how you feel right now.And it's not a bad thing.I think it's great that you can love someone so deeply.It's Love. What's wrong with that?Some people let their lives pass them by without even

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Sometimes,I wish that I, or someone invented a machine.A machine to wipe off memories.So I could take away all that was hurtful,And leave the happy ones instead.Because from time to time,These memories come back and haunt me.Taunting me with their presence.Making me regret all that I've done,And all that I've been.I'd wish for a chance to turn back time,And do it over.Those nights when I lay

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-1868471503313609742010-12-10T09:21:00.009+08:002010-12-12T13:10:16.176+08:00

Yesterday at work,I got news from a friend about a guy who committed suicide.'Cos of a failed relationship.He posted a countdown on his Facebook wall.Left a last note to tell his family not to blame the girl,"i love u…i said it i meant it…i’ll love u till the moment i diedevil bin this is the way how i love,perhaps ppl will think it was crazyi’ve never tried to put down my pride my dignity my

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You look around, staring back at youAnother wave of doubt, will it pull you under? You wonderWhat if I'm overtaken? What if I never make it?What if no one's there? Will You hear my prayer?Time and time again, I've doubted myself.What if, I really don't get what I want?What if, someone else gets it, and I'm left all alone,Out in the cold?I have big dreams.Bigger than me.I dream to do the

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-56448424266498995842010-11-23T13:43:00.017+08:002010-11-23T17:40:38.880+08:00

Grandpa was tall.And big.He never looked like a typical old man.I've always had trouble remembering his age.Because he looked younger than his real age.He was 89.When Grandpa walked, He walked with a certain vigour that most men his age could not match.He was strong.He had balding white-grey hair,A cheeky look in his eyes.And a cheeky grin to go with it.Back in my childhood,Grandpa was like a

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-88957698559985511072010-11-17T03:58:00.002+08:002010-11-17T04:00:57.182+08:00

Hits home, this entire paragraph.

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Whenever he walks into the room,Your heart skips a beat,Butterflies have a grand party in your stomach,And all of a sudden, The world is a more beautiful place.Your mood lifts a whole lot,And your smile grows wider.You'd be so unable to tear your eyes away from him,Because it's like he's the only person in the room that matters.But you take caution as you stare.Should he turn to you, You turn

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I think I'm crazy.I get curious way too easily,Then I irritate the hell out of people by asking too many questions.I love the idea of walking around in costumes,Just because I can.Like on Halloween,I loved parading around in hugely thick eyeliner,Just for the heck of it.If I had a witch/zombie/(insert mythical character here) costume, I would've worn it too.(For Foreign readers: We don't

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I pity the guy.First off, he's fat.So fat, in fact, I fear he may die of obesity.What with all the milk and cookies the children give him...He's probably at a huge risk of heart disease and diabetes.His time may soon come.He's always having to keep track of who's naughty and nice. Imagine, there are a bajillion children around the world.Parents have so much trouble in keeping track of one.But

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-77996450590859342152010-11-01T03:53:00.011+08:002010-11-03T00:49:47.018+08:00

A telling of a broken heart, from a girl's perspective.Or at least, how I see it.When a girl's heart is broken,There is a sort of pain.You can't really express it.You feel this great throbbing in your chest,Your head starts to throb in pain as well.Your tears come, for a while.Sometimes it doesn't stop,Sometimes they come in a few droplets.Sometimes, you scream.Because the pain is just much too

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When you were 4, You said, I want to be like Superman! I want to fly around, Shoot laser beams from my eyes, And fight bad guys! They said, No, that’s not possible, Superman doesn’t even exist. When you were 6,You said, I want to be the Prime Minister! Lead my country, Do better for my people. They said, That’s not possible, It’s too hard. When you were 12, You said, I want to

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-19331468425466560502010-10-23T17:38:00.008+08:002010-10-23T18:46:29.267+08:00

I had just gotten off the bus after a group discussion at One Utama, When it rained heavily.So I ran as fast as I could to the nearest mamak stall for shelter.A heavy downpour ensued.Then a thought came."What if I walked in the rain? What would it feel like?"There were many times, in fact, that I've pondered this question.I never got the chance to play in the rain when I was a kid.Mum always

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I screamed,I cried,I laughed,I sang,I danced.All of which, I did on the very same day.It was amazing. A roller coaster ride unlike any other.Every twist and turn opened my eyes a little wider.In the past two days, I underwent Personal Growth - a program in the Idea Rawkstarrs training course by 95% the Advertising Academy.I am still, and always will be, completely blown away. Because when I

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It's auspicious,A great day to get married, they say.Well, to the single folks (like me),We don't exactly have an "other half" to do anything with on this day.In my opinion? The only thing special about this day is the fact that such a number rarely happens.And a few of my friend's birthdays are on this day.Oh, and the "TENG TENG TENGGGGG!"Not like I have a boyfriend to do anything special with

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-10226439864128152222010-10-07T10:02:00.006+08:002010-10-07T10:08:11.657+08:00

Hell yeah, I'm so gonna watch this.Are these posters the coolest or what?

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I was on the bus today to get ready to pick up the girlfriend from the hospital. Then I noticed a man that sat right across from me. As the bus made its stops. The bus started to fill up more and more until it was really full. But even through the crowd, I could see that no one wanted to sit with him. Was it that he looked weird? Was it that his arms were slanted weirdly? Was it that his eyes

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Okay, so right after I announce a hiatus, I actually know what to write about. These bursts of inspirations are so unpredictable. 1 month of no blogging! That's a track record I got there. Here goes:There's something about music that we all love.I for one, enjoy it to a passion so strong, that if music ceased to exist, I might just jump off KL Tower.What I love so much about music, is the emotion

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-7439605655550173602010-09-28T14:00:00.004+08:002010-09-28T14:14:11.645+08:00

Eileen Speaks is on hiatus till the writer receives divine inspiration on what to write.For now, please feel free to go to my Tumblr (link on right).Adios!

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53 years ago,We gathered in the Kuala Lumpur Independence Stadium,Our Father of Independence, Tunku Abdul Rahman led us all,Proclaiming our freedom 7 times.We each believed that we were truly free.53 years later,We still proclaim our freedom.We announce our success in remaining free for the last 53 years,Young as this country is, we still proudly say:"We are free!"Before you start thinking that

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Alright now,I'm no great shakes as a writer.In fact, I probably suck worse than most writers.Which is probably why this blog has so little viewers.So why am I continuing?Wouldn't it be better for me to just.. Delete this entire blog?I might as well do it.To tell the truth, a while back I was considering converting to Tumblr (yes I know I have a Tumblg), and deleting this blog.So I created my

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-9682138329670543202010-08-03T14:39:00.003+08:002010-08-03T22:20:03.857+08:00

Okay so I've jumped ship.The Account Executive turned into a Copywriter.It's like trading my office skirt for a pair of jeans.Not that I'm complaining.It was a personal decision entirely.The reason?I'm not telling here.So far in a month, I've actually learned a lot.In my 2 weeks as an Account Executive,I've learned courage,Strength,And the fact that you need to smile all the time.Act like

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-68070649984224529132010-08-01T16:27:00.001+08:002010-08-01T16:29:45.828+08:00

Not that I'm emo or anything,Neither am I a fan of Vampire Diaries.But I've been addicted to this song for about a week, so I feel the need to post it up.Enjoy!

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-52348558008182966862010-07-30T18:23:00.006+08:002010-07-30T18:34:34.195+08:00

"So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you’re still smiling."-Clair Colbourn, ElizabethtownSo for all of

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In the years to come,Will you think about these moments that we shared?I'll miss you.In the years to come,Are you gonna think it over,And how we lived each day with no regrets?I would.Nothing lasts forever though we want it to,The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you.So we let go.In a year from now,Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we'd never said.Maybe.In a year from now,Maybe

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-71564485661625632632010-07-24T14:42:00.004+08:002010-07-24T15:28:22.101+08:00

I've come to terms with this fact,That if I pray so hard for something, and it doesn't come true,There's a reason.See, I'm Christian.And Christians have this strong belief in prayer, myself included.I've always believed that if you pray hard enough,Believe completely in God's power,That prayer will come true.There are things that I've prayed with all my might for.Things that I've wished with my

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-13759384258675907682010-07-21T18:34:00.002+08:002010-07-21T19:24:39.848+08:00

What if, Neverland existed?As little kids, most of us wanted to grow up as quickly as possible.That's why some of us tend to raid our parents' closets,Trying on their clothes, Pretending to be "grown up-s".I remember thinking that growing up meant more freedom.And now I'm touching my 20-s.For most of us when we were kids, the most hurtful thing to happen was falling down and hurting our knee. In

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-48119412311977773282010-07-18T15:21:00.004+08:002010-07-18T15:28:25.639+08:00

After New York, this is the place I wanna be. I'm this restless creature who loves travelling.I cannot stay in one place for too long.I'll rot. My dream is to move to New York.But I want France to be my second home.There are so many places I want to go to before I die.Guess that's one reason why I have commitment issues.A guy cannot possibly wait so long for a girl like me to settle down.I mean,

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-30752284055875466852010-07-11T15:29:00.002+08:002010-07-11T15:38:39.634+08:00

So there I was, innocently logging into my Blogger account and I saw......Wah, 327 comments? Since when I so famous ah?So I entered my comment moderator, aaaaaandddddd.............327 comments of the SAME COMMENT. What the hell. You blardy spammers need to get a life, seriously.

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AHAH! So it's been one hell of a week, and I've been so freaking busy that I've lost touch with the internet world. Now for those who don't know, I've started my internship about a week ago. And I must say, I love it there! So yes, life is good. :) Oh and another thing, my feature article in The Star will be out soon on July 14th. So look out for it! It's on the Stuff@School section. And I'll be

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-1093631570185085352010-07-08T23:26:00.003+08:002010-07-09T00:24:54.485+08:00

This is why I am MIA:1. Frequent overtime at work.2. Work.3. More work.4. I have no time to write what I have in mind.5. I am too tired.6. So tired, in fact, I'm too lazy to give any more reasons.7. Uh I'm too lazy to think now.In short, I am so busy that I am actually taking a few seconds out of my very precious time to type this. See? Aren't I a good person? :)Okay now let's see (makes looooong

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-63748133118078769712010-06-30T01:16:00.003+08:002010-06-30T01:31:34.180+08:00

Now why is it that I have never talked about this duo?After the first song I've heard from these two (Secret), I was completely hooked.They have a style completely their own, and that shows creativity.The duo comprises of two sisters - Allison and Catherine Pierce who hail from Birmingham, Alabama.So far, they have had 3 albums - The Pierces, Light of the Moon, and Thirteen Tales of Love and

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OH MY GOSH I CANNOT WAIT. *squeals like deranged fan girl*Please oh please don't screw this up like you did the previous ones!!!! *prays*

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You know, I had a variety of choices to choose from.I could've pursued art,Painting objects, landscapes, animals, people.... Call it what you will.I could've pursued music.Continued my violin lessons,Get my diploma,Join a band,Tried out for the Malaysian Youth Orchestra.I could've pursued something in science,Be a doctor, dermatologist, dentist....Something my family members thought would be "

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In the years to come,Will you think about these moments that we shared?In the years to come,Are you gonna think it over,And how we lived each day with no regrets?Nothing lasts forever though we want it to,The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you.[chorus]Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny,Sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for

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After getting hurt,You gotta pick yourself up,You gotta know you have to move on,Despite the hurt,The pain,How much you still don't understand,And how much you're wondering why you're doing this.You just have to.Because the clock still ticks,The sun still rises,Just as surely as it will set.You know you just have to.So stand up,Walk,And move on.'Cos you're stronger than this.

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I tossed,I turned,I counted sheep.Nothing worked. Conclusion, I can't blardy sleep. %$#^%&$$*And I think I know why. -.-

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I can.Just not right now. :)

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This is it, I'm coming out of the closet.I love Korean music.I swoon over the hot Korean guys.I am a (borderline) Korean fan girl. Big bang rocks kay. Especially Top. Mm that voice. ;)Here their latest video, and I must say, they are getting better and better.

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That emo Eileen has gone! Yes! No more annoyingly emo posts because she has packed her bags and moved to Antarctica. :DIn comes completelynonsensicallysenselessfilledwithtakdekerjaness Eileen.*jumps for joy* Clap lah! Feel happy for me! :DUnfortunately I am super bored. Like seriously, I can go watch my plants grow, and that would be more interesting.I feel so jobless (padahal I do have a job lah

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-85698921147042680682010-06-16T21:56:00.004+08:002010-06-16T22:03:06.672+08:00

Yes yes this blog is getting super depressing.Here's... Ah, an attempt to lighten the mood. I love Relient K. :)However, I prefer this version of the song, compared to the original one.This song is meant to be sung slow, I feel.The original one had too many instruments, and was sung a bit too fast.Not to say it wasn't good. It's just that the orchestral placement, and tempo were a bit off.As in,

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-51318678193922113842010-06-15T21:03:00.003+08:002010-06-15T21:09:10.860+08:00

So many nights,Of going between emotions,Of wondering,Of hurting,Of insomnia,Of being confused,Of crying,She finally decided to let go.He never contacted,She wondered what happened.She worried,She feared,She hurt.She felt that he was a stranger, no longer known to her.So she decided it's time to let go.At least there was a direction.Instead of going in between holding on and letting go.Because it

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-18935481800334023322010-06-15T18:27:00.010+08:002010-06-15T19:29:06.020+08:00

Am no fluffy bunnies,Fairytales,Happy endings, Riding off into the sunset with your knight in shining armor person.People who know me, would know that the last thing I am, is girly.Like the all things pink and cutesy and princessy. Nope. Sorry wrong number.Hello, I'm one of the largest cynics on Earth. Ask anyone.I don't believe in happy endings.I think that every story with a happy ending is

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-20433413105719661502010-06-12T05:05:00.003+08:002010-06-12T05:13:09.557+08:00

Dear Girl, after a fight with your loved one, and he never contacts you for days, what would you do?A. Call and apologise even though he's at fault too. Beg him to come back to you.B. Call and tell him it's overC. Bitch about him, take revenge.D. Ignore the idiot and enjoy yourself. Be at your most awesome. He doesn't exist to you any more. If you don't exist to him, why should he exist to you?I

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-9012905937493009292010-06-11T02:00:00.002+08:002010-06-11T02:04:36.318+08:00

Goes on.Move on.Don't stop.Don't quit.Keep going.Keep moving.Don't think.Don't feel.Just keep going.The sun will still rise,Just as surely it will set.Just as surely everything keeps going.So you keep going.But why does it hurt so bad?

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-7513421680667899192010-06-10T18:37:00.001+08:002010-06-10T18:38:15.728+08:00

I need to get a grip.No more childishness.I'm 20.I shouldn't do this.

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SIX Malaysian high school students were allegedly forced to be a taxi driver's sexslaves after he reportedly raped them and threatened to release videos of the act if they told anyone.The Star said today the 54-year-old taxi driver reportedly picked up girls, aged between 15 and 17, outside their schools and drove them to his house in Taman Muda, Ampang, telling them he had to attend to an

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I heard this a long time from a friend.Expanded the first sentence.Words are just words when the person who said them didn't mean them.They don't hold water,They don't hold anything,and they never will.People will say so many things,Make so many promises to you,And never mean them,Never keep them.Never say anything you don't mean,Especially not to a girl.Never make a promise to anyone,And break

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And hope to God,There will be a better tomorrow.Cross My Heart,I tell no lies.I will always be by your side.Cross my heart, Swear to God,I love you, that I do.Cross My Heart,I say to you,I'll never break my promise to you.Won't you cross your heart and fulfill all those promises too?

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-39104321764108801882010-06-04T17:43:00.003+08:002010-06-04T17:50:58.621+08:00

KUALA LUMPUR: A man’s desperate attempt to save a woman from her burning car was in vain because petrol kiosk attendants refused to lend him their fire extinguishers despite his pleadings.The tragic 3.30am incident yesterday happened after an accident involving the woman’s Perodua Myvi, a couple’s Toyota Vios and a lorry with two men.The accident, on the flyover along Jalan Cheras near Jalan Loke

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Got this from Deirdre Wong.Honestly, I laughed when I saw this.And no, it's not because I believed that Lady Gaga was satanic all along.Just to be clear, yes I am Christian. No, I am not bashing my own religion. No, I have no problem whatsoever with the religion itself.But seriously???? All the social issues and problems happening in the world and you people choose to uncover this??So who are you

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To write a story.There was a lady,We'll call her Shirley.She was old and alone.A spinster, living with her cat Pussems.In an old house at Jalan Ampang.Every morning, Shirley would wake up,give Pussems his milk,wash up,make breakfast,and read the papers.At night she was Shirley the Superwoman.Pussems was her trusty sidekick, Pussy.She could fly in the air,Shoot laser beams from her eyes,Lift a

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-18077053515291843002010-05-28T20:31:00.009+08:002010-05-30T04:39:45.107+08:00

1. Pick up my driving.Considering that I'm going to work, I don't think I want to mafan people into sending me to work. Plus it's all the way in Bangsar, the not-so-holy place where all traffic jams occur. I doubt I want to depend on public transport either, in case I have to reach home late, that's not safe at all. And I'm a big girl now lah. High time I start depending on my own transport.2.

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If you had the power of time travel,Or the choice to travel through time,Would you take it?If you asked me,I wouldn't.I mean, it'd be nice to correct our past mistakes,To make it all right.But when I really think about it,It's those mistakes,Those flaws that I hate,Those things I did and that I regret,That make me who I am. You see, people make mistakes.It's part of human nature.Doesn't matter

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It's something most of us are never really grateful for.Till it's too late.Humans are such funny creatures.It's weird how we never truly appreciate the people who matter, till they're gone.And it's weird how most of us never really realize that.Till it happens to us.I guess we all need a reality check, once in a while.We all think "Nah, it's never gonna happen to me."The truth is, it can happen

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Justin Bieber, ladies and gents.How this guy can have so many mentally unstable (YES MENTALLY UNSTABLE) fans?The little psychos sent death threats to Kim Kardashian just 'cos he called her his girlfriend (APPARENTLY untrue. I don't follow tabloid.)I mean hello? He's a 16 year old who squeaks like a mouse. He sounds like a girl. CAN YOU PEOPLE NOT SEE THAT? I mean, is he even a HE? By normal

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-71777716331822654372010-05-07T19:34:00.004+08:002010-05-07T20:09:07.506+08:00

I have nothing to write. When I have nothing to write, I abandon the blog. And so I stopped writing for days. The days turned into weeks and before I knew it it was a month.Let's see how long this continues. I don't know. I am technically writing something now. But seriously this has no particular topic. I'd sing a song but the screen is blocking and no I will not post a video of myself singing

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-34328652179020059422010-04-10T20:57:00.007+08:002010-04-10T21:32:16.843+08:00

I love The Hype Machine. Great place to score new Indie music.On the Borderline - Sally SeltmannHere's a girl that caught my attention while I was listening on the radio, and it was this song that got me interested. On the Borderline is one of the songs from Sally's new album, Heart That's Pounding which was released on April 6th 2010. To those who don't know, Sally Seltmann is a

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-75465476370624598242010-04-07T23:36:00.003+08:002010-04-07T23:37:51.103+08:00

Last I checked, eyeshadow isn't meant to make you manly.... If I were to buy eyeshadow, I'd want it to make me look feminine, not masculine.

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I remember you.You, always with a smile,On your bright happy face.I remember you.You, always happy.Always joking. Like everything in life was contented.I remember you.You, always worried if we didn't have anything to eat.I remember you.You, who saw me like your own daughter.I remember you.You, always understanding.Always offering fatherly advice.I remember you.You, always generous.Always giving.I

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-33627758424785824362010-03-23T02:07:00.004+08:002010-03-23T02:19:08.901+08:00

Now doesn't this remind you of a Lady Gaga performance?But that doesn't look like Lady Gaga, does it?So who IS this person who is leeching off Lady Gaga's style?World, meet Jelena Karleuša.A Serbian pop singer.Not only is she unoriginal, she lip syncs. At least that's how I see it.I'm pretty sure she can't really sing. If a person NEEDS to lip sync, it just goes to show how horrible you are in

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-4243451421772167792010-03-18T01:56:00.007+08:002010-03-18T02:35:07.599+08:00

I was just going off to bed, when I had this sudden urge to check my Ymail account.I hadn't looked into it for weeks cos I don't normally use it anymore.First message I saw, was this:(click to enlarge)Wah.She made it sound like I proposed a relationship with her....."I am sorry for your concern with my Proposal for a relationship with you"Uh... No need to be sorry, I am not concerned, neither did

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-19418093435746003592010-03-15T13:03:00.005+08:002010-03-15T13:10:58.501+08:00

Guilty as charged, I am a chocoholic.I love chocolate.If I had no fear of obesity, it'd be my staple diet.If I were to go on a diet, the number one temptation would be chocolate.If I were really sad/hyperventilating, it calms me down.I doubt anyone would hate chocolate. I mean, HOW CAN YOU?Such goodness, such sweetness, mm.Especially those imported Belgium ones.I tasted them before and it was

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Now can someone PLEASE explain to me WHY they kicked him out?I don't follow the AI series that much (my schedule is borderline crazy. So it's a privilege if I get to watch anything on the television), and in this season, I only managed to watch the first episode.This was the ONE guy who made me actually go WOW.If it were humanly possible to melt just like that, I would have.Out of all the

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-70424402030554774402010-03-11T18:07:00.003+08:002010-03-12T16:24:38.908+08:00

Though this may be a bit too far...Word of advice, guys: be careful of what you say to your girlfriend.

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I love people with opinions, don't you?I mean life would be so boring without them.You can argue and debate them. Which is why I like opinionated people.They have minds of their own. They think differently. Mereka mempunyai PENDAPAT.I have this thing, when I start talking to an unopinionated person, and when the fella starts agreeing with everything I say, I'd get irritated.I mean, if you really

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-32996909860294195262010-03-07T12:55:00.004+08:002010-03-07T13:50:51.776+08:00

Alright, it's a Malaysian singer.I don't normally listen to Malaysian singers, but this girl totally got me hooked.I couldn't believe that she was a Malaysian singer.Deeper Conversation was the first song I ever heard from her.And from then on, my perception of Malaysian artists changed.Yuna, whose actual name is Yunalis Zarai, was born on November 14, 1984. Her birthplace is in Alor Setar, Kedah

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-69070123478929641592010-03-05T17:51:00.008+08:002010-03-05T21:09:04.795+08:00

Last year, I posted up something about Bandslam.So I finally got my hands on the movie and made myself watch it, just to see if the information was correct. And boy, was it ever.Not only did they project the image of this movie wrongly, they also managed to churn it into a High School Musical copycat. As if that was gonna sell.They appealed to the HSM/Disney fans who (I bet) were probably largely

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-61429548596727558792010-03-04T09:09:00.005+08:002010-03-04T21:12:33.235+08:00

Check it! it's Rachael Yamagata's newest song!You Take My Troubles Away by Rachael Yamagata and Dan Wilson.Part of the soundtrack from Dear John. :)This song has a very light and easy tune, a huge difference from Ms. Yamagata's last duet with Ray LaMontagne.Duet, from the New Moon soundtrack, which has a very sorrowful tune.I actually expected You Take My troubles Away to be about as emo as Duet,

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-56629688100581603592010-03-02T13:02:00.003+08:002010-03-02T13:12:55.298+08:00

Ladies and gents, I bring you the sculpture model for my Visual Communication I final class assignment.Look familiar?No shit, the Mad Hatter CAN look madder.Or evil. :)Thanks to a bit of photoshopping, this guy got a fright job.He is gonna take up 70% of my time, and will probably be the cause of me losing 10kgs at the end of the project.I know it's gonna be hard, but you have no idea how psyched

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-25484137284900473902010-02-27T22:45:00.010+08:002010-02-28T01:52:35.453+08:00

A few days ago I was working on my Contextual Studies essay.We had to pick a stereotype, and analyse it thoroughly.Then provide our own opinions.My topic was Homophobics. Gay bashers.Which was a very interesting topic.Due to its psychological background, I ended up writing an entire thesis on it.There was another stereotype I wanted to work on, however.The stereotype of gender roles in Saudi

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-52837107997430752942010-02-25T19:03:00.007+08:002010-02-25T23:15:49.492+08:00

Because you meet guys like these.(Click to enlarge)I honestly have no idea who the fella is.But I figured, since the guy managed to muster up the courage to ask, I should at least reply.(Click to enlarge)Apparently he didn't get the message that I'm dating someone.And he is serious about it.And is he really so socially handicapped that he doesn't even know how to get to know a person?So I checked

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-61397579586373247972010-02-23T18:01:00.002+08:002010-02-23T18:05:29.865+08:00

I was checking out my Nuffnang account, when I came by this.(Click to enlarge)A bit disturbing.....Kinda makes me wonder what that person was REALLY searching for.... -.-Or maybe I don't want to know.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-68245527844486957702010-02-23T13:17:00.002+08:002010-02-23T13:18:23.537+08:00

We've all done it before.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-27704545715224359672010-02-22T08:43:00.004+08:002010-02-22T08:59:24.759+08:00

There's this particular time on Chinese New Year,Celebrated by the Hokkien-s.They call it "Pai Ti Kong".Meaning, "praying to the sky god" (direct translation)It's a time dreaded and anticipated.For a very good reason.For one thing, At this time the fireworks (and firecrackers) come out at full force.For hours on end.Leaving people (such as myself), who want sleep,Very much sleep deprived.And when

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-27221129400577361212010-02-18T23:50:00.003+08:002010-02-19T00:06:35.727+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen,I give you,My Tumblr!A Chocoholic's TumblrWhen I'm not updating this blog, I'm posting stuff here. :)

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Back when I was in primary school,I was about.... 9 to 11 years old.I remember I was asked many times by the people around me,"What do you want to be when you grow up?"I said, a teacher.That was because my mum was a teacher.Also because at the time, the people I looked up to were teachers.Coming from a Chinese school, we were taught to respect our teachers at all times.We were made to bow to them

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So it's Chinese New Year,And Valentine's day.A lethal combination.Well, not really.People say that Valentine's day is a day to celebrate love.That's what it's supposed to be.The day loved ones exchange candy, flowers, chocolate and gifts.In the name of a guy named St. Valentine.So who is this guy anyway?According to legend,Valentine is a priestHe served during the 3rd Century in Rome.At the time,

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Chinese New Year.The one period of time in the entire year when people (Chinese people) wear red (not so true now, it's not necessary),go around asking for money in red packets,give away fruits (oranges, mind you),watch these athletic men under a huge costume that is supposed to look like a lion jump from pole to pole,and basically everywhere with overly loud music that sounds like:CLANG CLANG!

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-56668236058443868552010-02-12T10:21:00.010+08:002010-02-12T12:18:07.926+08:00

Given my musical background (playing the violin/studying music for about..... 10 years over?),I was hugely inclined to listening to music from all sorts of genre.Just to widen my perspectives.Except heavy metal/ death metal/ whatever metal there is that is wrecking the whole meaning of music.And hip hop (I don't see the point, seriously. Suckiest lyrics. The ones I've heard so far lah).So I

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-63270933354560286372010-02-11T21:10:00.008+08:002010-02-11T23:52:42.985+08:00

We spend our lives searching for "the right one" or "the one".The truth is, there is no "one".Relationships are built. You're never sure if the person is "the one".Even when you're married.Heck, your "one" could walk out the door at any time for all you know.You know those moments in movies when the guy looks at one girl and his eyes glaze over,and he starts having this "I'm in love I wanna make

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-11592799320541796962010-02-09T03:17:00.007+08:002010-02-10T14:12:49.634+08:00

Quite frankly, I don't think she's ditzy. I think she's actually very smart.It's no secret.Men love dumb women.Well, not dumb per se.They like women who are... Well, just smart enough to understand what they're talking about.They'd probably find a woman with a PhD a turn off.At least, that's the stereotype.But it's true in some areas.I mean, most guys I know wouldn't date a girl with a high

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-55853288370322582322010-02-07T13:56:00.005+08:002010-02-07T14:07:15.659+08:00

I was reading through a friend's blog when I came across this. Last I saw this pic, I was in sem 1.Where is this street though? I'd really love to see it.Imagine if a person lived there.And if that person had to fill in application forms for a job, or anything for that matter.Name: Ali bin AhmadGender: MaleDate of Birth: 31 January 1980Phone Number: 03-8759472Address: 13, Jalan Puki Mak Ulah,

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-75082747545792688122010-02-06T20:23:00.014+08:002010-02-06T21:42:08.801+08:00

I'll never understand why ANY parent would want to slap a child in public.I mean, there are things that you do at home that can be done in public, and things that you do at home that should never be seen in public.Common sense, people.Earlier today I went on the bus to go home from One Utama.At around The Curve, there was this woman, dragging her toddler, who was screaming for reasons I cannot

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-1699523877000926842010-01-28T15:33:00.002+08:002010-01-28T15:35:49.816+08:00

Now this is hot.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-55776495504941285602010-01-23T11:34:00.011+08:002010-01-23T17:38:01.387+08:00

Okay, I generally don't believe in the whole concept of "happily ever after". Someone once called it the "Cinderella syndrome" which, to me, is so true. Sure, most girls dream of getting married and living happily with their other half and all, but that is what we call fantasy. It's a pretty picture painted by some people just to make us feel happy. So I don't believe in it. Which is why I found

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-59125184361281384062010-01-18T12:29:00.003+08:002010-01-18T12:33:11.016+08:00

I don't know! In a more practical sense, Tumblr WOULD be better for me cos I basically post videos/artwork/pictures/quotes these days. But.. I don't know lahhh.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-91121675481900487852010-01-15T11:34:00.001+08:002010-01-15T11:36:03.057+08:00

Here's a vid done by my college mates. Thought it's really good, so I'm posting it up. :) Great job guys.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-62924546036508962722010-01-10T16:04:00.002+08:002010-01-10T16:24:21.616+08:00

click to enlarge. :)Taken from Carb Free Creativity

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-85589908720147410262010-01-03T18:38:00.001+08:002010-01-03T18:40:26.248+08:00

Classic.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-3352807379397038712010-01-02T12:26:00.005+08:002010-01-02T17:27:32.697+08:00

Okay, I'm gonna sound like a freaking fan girl, but I seriously can't get enough of this guy. His dance moves are awesome. His voice.. Probably nothing to shout about, but I love his style. Korean songs, when translated, are seriously meaningful.

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-80866563799642895822009-12-31T01:08:00.007+08:002009-12-31T02:14:51.333+08:00

In 2009, I have learned:1. The CONCEPT2. Moo Calcium sucks3. I am not creative material (can die from overwork)4. There's so much more about advertising that I didn't know. Kinda scares me.5. There are more psychos around than I thought. I met two this year, one last year, and one in 2006. I've had enough to last a lifetime.6. Advertising is..... Er I better not mention. My future job at stake

Eileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07379848680925049832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25179474.post-39144233905565049192009-12-30T21:22:00.005+08:002009-12-30T21:36:47.616+08:00

A short re-cap of this glorious year, with all its ups and down, we've survived!1. The "Concept"2. zoo trip-visiting cousins3. Bloody Shop4. class barbeque night5. Hulu Langat picnic6. College move to Jaya 1-- spend more $$7. NTRC project8. POOL!!! addictive...9. many many late nights10. road trip to Mable's home town11. Ad-unpluged...12. ASSignments!! (in a good way)13. TLC sucks...14. 24 power

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