Cheerios! :D
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I NEED TO DANCE DESPERATELY.
If I spend another day outside the studio, I swear I'll just break down and throw a fit. It's pure agony watching people go into the dance studio at 71 while you sit somewhere near by finishing up a whole load of projects.
Oh, and did I mention? I'm really at ground zero now. My only income is my pocket money. I need to work ASAP.
PS: I want to take up house and popping soon. ):
Oh, and did I mention? I'm really at ground zero now. My only income is my pocket money. I need to work ASAP.
PS: I want to take up house and popping soon. ):
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Returning soon.
I'm coming back to blogger soon!
Apparently, it's much easier to post pictures here. (:
Apparently, it's much easier to post pictures here. (:
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Blogger is a bitch.
Blogger is being a bitch. I can't blog properly here so I moved myself over to livejournal.
You people can go there instead. The link is lupeisnik.livejournal.com
Cheerios. (:
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Should I save up for:
A. Dance.
B. Trip to Perth with Alex.
C. Trip to Bangkok with Sandra.
D. DSLR.
If only I could find a secret stash of a million dollars under my pillow; I'd gladly donate a few grand to charity, get some stuff for myself and save the rest. :D
You people can go there instead. The link is lupeisnik.livejournal.com
Cheerios. (:
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Should I save up for:
A. Dance.
B. Trip to Perth with Alex.
C. Trip to Bangkok with Sandra.
D. DSLR.
If only I could find a secret stash of a million dollars under my pillow; I'd gladly donate a few grand to charity, get some stuff for myself and save the rest. :D
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Ignore my previous post.
Ignore whatever was in the previous post.
I regret typing it out.
My parents were really extra nice to me today. We went to Ikea together and had lunch and tea break there. How much more can I complain. Maybe mom's right. Maybe I should start thinking about others instead of my own sorry self.
By the way, I won't update this blog that often anymore. I opened up a Livejournal account. Sandra and Val successfully persuaded me to start one. Haha. And the preset skins there are nicer.
Till I update this blog again!
PS: Cheerio people. I'm fine now. Thank you for the concern. (:
I regret typing it out.
My parents were really extra nice to me today. We went to Ikea together and had lunch and tea break there. How much more can I complain. Maybe mom's right. Maybe I should start thinking about others instead of my own sorry self.
By the way, I won't update this blog that often anymore. I opened up a Livejournal account. Sandra and Val successfully persuaded me to start one. Haha. And the preset skins there are nicer.
Till I update this blog again!
PS: Cheerio people. I'm fine now. Thank you for the concern. (:
Thursday, July 16, 2009
When you reach your limit, what do you do?
They say neglect can kill an infant. It won't have sufficient food. It won't have sufficient diaper changes. Most importantly, it won't have enough love. What did the infant do to deserve such neglect?
You may say that the parents are to be blamed. They made a new life, only to cruelly end it. But the parents will tell you that its the baby to be blamed, for it came at the wrong time.
That's what most infant/child abuse cases subtly tell me. Neglect is the catalyst for the lack of love and ultimately, the shortened lifespan. The infant either dies in the parent's hands or in the hands of neglect.
My parents, they love me. I know they do.
My mom cooks and washes my clothes for me. She cleans the house, cleans each room and nags at me to tidy up. My dad, he puts a fifty dollar bill on the TV cabinet every Sunday and tells me that that's my pocket money for the week. These are their acts of love, I know.
But what is it that leads me to feel so distant from them? Is it because my mom can't be patient enough to talk to me even though I get irritated at her every time she asks about my day? Is it because the only was my dad seemingly shows love is to buy my material items? Love isn't about just "How's you day? Coming home for dinner?" or "Here is your pocket money. Do you want a new phone?"
Love is also about spending more time with one's child right?
Tell me. Am I in the wrong for being pissed off at my parents when they asked about school? Ever since they stopped bothering much about me when I hit 12, I stopped experiencing this thing called "spending time with your parents".
Is it my fault I don't make an effort to spend time with them? Is it my fault still, when my mother's friend walks up to me and says "I don't think your dad loves you very much". Go on, blame me. Blame me for not making YOU spend time with me.
I swear. If I have gotten a tattoo six years ago, I bet none of YOU would have noticed it.
Ever since they defined "independence" for me, I felt like an outcast at home.
No more praises. No more quality time. No more love.
Just plain simple actions that they define as "love". But my dictionary doesn't define love as actions nor money.
Where is the love?
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It is said that when everyone around you is a problem, you're the one causing it. Maybe I am looking at my problems at an entirely jaundiced angle.
You may say that the parents are to be blamed. They made a new life, only to cruelly end it. But the parents will tell you that its the baby to be blamed, for it came at the wrong time.
That's what most infant/child abuse cases subtly tell me. Neglect is the catalyst for the lack of love and ultimately, the shortened lifespan. The infant either dies in the parent's hands or in the hands of neglect.
My parents, they love me. I know they do.
My mom cooks and washes my clothes for me. She cleans the house, cleans each room and nags at me to tidy up. My dad, he puts a fifty dollar bill on the TV cabinet every Sunday and tells me that that's my pocket money for the week. These are their acts of love, I know.
But what is it that leads me to feel so distant from them? Is it because my mom can't be patient enough to talk to me even though I get irritated at her every time she asks about my day? Is it because the only was my dad seemingly shows love is to buy my material items? Love isn't about just "How's you day? Coming home for dinner?" or "Here is your pocket money. Do you want a new phone?"
Love is also about spending more time with one's child right?
Tell me. Am I in the wrong for being pissed off at my parents when they asked about school? Ever since they stopped bothering much about me when I hit 12, I stopped experiencing this thing called "spending time with your parents".
Is it my fault I don't make an effort to spend time with them? Is it my fault still, when my mother's friend walks up to me and says "I don't think your dad loves you very much". Go on, blame me. Blame me for not making YOU spend time with me.
I swear. If I have gotten a tattoo six years ago, I bet none of YOU would have noticed it.
Ever since they defined "independence" for me, I felt like an outcast at home.
No more praises. No more quality time. No more love.
Just plain simple actions that they define as "love". But my dictionary doesn't define love as actions nor money.
Where is the love?
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It is said that when everyone around you is a problem, you're the one causing it. Maybe I am looking at my problems at an entirely jaundiced angle.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sorry, I was too busy and lazy to update this blog.
Every Monday trains me up. Hahaha.
I have gym class an hour before NRA training. Mondays are like pure physical activities. If only I could do this everyday. Imagine a toned and slightly fatter Nik. Just sit down, close your eyes and picture me with muscles.
I'd probably look like this:
HAHA. Won't that be great?
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Justin taught Donna and I some locking basics before class started. I realised I actually like locking. It's FUN! But I won't be committing adultery on LA hip hop though; It's still my utmost favourite dance genre.
Steffi, our instructor, forced us to do the basic choreo 5 times in a row. And she extended the hand exercises double time. I swear my upper arms were swollen after the 5 minute workout.
Dinnered with a few of my NRA classmates (yes, we are divided into classes) after training. Wooo.
Looking forward to training next week. :D
PS: I miss Ahmad and gang so much. ):
I have gym class an hour before NRA training. Mondays are like pure physical activities. If only I could do this everyday. Imagine a toned and slightly fatter Nik. Just sit down, close your eyes and picture me with muscles.
I'd probably look like this:
HAHA. Won't that be great?-
Justin taught Donna and I some locking basics before class started. I realised I actually like locking. It's FUN! But I won't be committing adultery on LA hip hop though; It's still my utmost favourite dance genre.
Steffi, our instructor, forced us to do the basic choreo 5 times in a row. And she extended the hand exercises double time. I swear my upper arms were swollen after the 5 minute workout.
Dinnered with a few of my NRA classmates (yes, we are divided into classes) after training. Wooo.
Looking forward to training next week. :D
PS: I miss Ahmad and gang so much. ):
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