It's a Beautiful Muff

Well as you can guess, this post is about a beautiful muff. It's one of those. Therefore the title It's a beautiful muff. What are the key features that make a muff beautiful. For one, she mores. For two, she mangs. For three, the morises. For four, she regurgitates. For five, she is an eeyagg. For six, she is a sphinx. For seven she is crazy. Now the seven that i like. the sevens things i like about muff. bom bom bom bom. o muff. she mores, she mangs, she morises. she reguritifies. she is an eeyagg, she is an eeyagg, but i guess thats both I'll have to buy. she is a sphinx, she is a sphinx, everythings alright. i wanna be 5 i emily wong. and the seventh thing i like the most that she do-es, she is crazy. oooh oooh ooooooooooh oh

DISCLAIMER:
[My brother wanted to have his say here on my blog. And so. He has.]

Hello, I love you, goodbye

my friend miriam wants to know how to say hello, i love you and goodbye in 10 different languages. not the most practical things to say...
i mean if you were desperate for the toliet....these phrases wouldn't exactly aid your cause. then again, if we are speaking practically, it's not highly likely you would ever need to utilise these phrases in multiple languages from the four corners of the earth, so, for the sake of the pursuit of romanticism, i decided to help her out.

English
Hello, I love you, goodbye!

Welsh
Helo, fi cariad eich, hwyl fawr!

Irish
Dia duit, tá mé chomh sin i ngrát leat, beannacht!

Spanish
¡hola, te quiero, ¡adiós!

Portuguese
Olà, eu te amo, adeus!

French
Bonjour, je t'aime, au revoir!

German
Guten Tag, Ich liebe dich, Auf Wiedersehen!

Italian
Ciao, ti amo, arrivederci!

Latin
Salve, te amo, vale!

Greek
γειά σου, Σ 'αγαπώ, αντίο
geiá sou, S 'agapó̱, antío

Hungary
Helló, szeretlek, búcsú

Polish 
Cześć, Kocham Cię, pożegnanie!

Crotian
Halo, volim te, zbogom!

Slovak
Ahoj, milujem t'a, zbohom!

Czech
Ahoj, miluji tě, sbohem

Dutch
Hallo, ik hou van je, vaarwel!

Danish
Hej, jeg elsker dig, farvel!

Swedish
Hej, jag älsker dig, farväl!

Norweigian
Hei, jeg elsker deg, farval!

Finnish
Hei, rakastan sinua, näkemiin!

Estonian
Tere, ma armastand sind, hüvasti!

Latvian
Sveiki, es mīlu tevi, ardievas!

Ukranian
привіт, я тебе люблю, до побачення

pryvit, ya tebe lyublyu, do pobachennya

Russian

привет, я тебя люблю, до свидания!

Privet, ya tebya lyublyu, do svidaniya

Bulgarian
Здравейте, аз те обичам, довиждане
Zdraveĭte, az te obicham, dovizhdane

Turkish
Merhaba, seni seviyorum, elveda

Armenian
Բարեւ Ձեզ, Ես քեզ սիրում եմ, հրաժեշտ
Barev Dzez, Yes k’yez sirum yem, hrazhesht

Hebrew
שלום, אני אוהב אותך, להתראות

Arabic
مرحبا، أنا أحبك، وداعا

Urdu
ہیلو، میں آپ سے محبت کرتا ہوں، الوداع

Hindi

हैलो, मैं तुम्हें प्यार करता हूँ, अलविदा 

Hailō, maiṁ tumhēṁ pyāra karatā hūm̐ , alavidā    

Gujerati

હેલ્લો, હું તમને પ્રેમ, ગુડબાય

Thai
สวัสดี, ฉันรักเธอ, ลาก่อน
S̄wạs̄dī, C̄hạn rạk ṭhex, Lā k̀xn

Indonesian
Halo, aku cinta kamu, selamat tinggal!

Filipino
Kumusta, mahal kita, paalam!

Vietnamese
Xin chào, Tôi yêu bạn, tạm biệt!

Chinese
你好, 我爱你, 再见!

Japanese 
こんにちは, わたしは、あなたを愛しています, さようなら!
Konnichiwa, Watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu, Sayōnara

Korean
안녕하세요, 난 당신을 사랑, 안녕히 가세요
annyeonghaseyo, nan dangsin-eul salang, annyeonghi gaseyo




Ok maybe it was a little more than 10....i got carried away.
the evolution of langauge just marvels me....
how time shapes a tongue as the wind moulds the sand.....

Unexpected

On Sunday morning, I went for the Great Eastern women's run...one of those things that make you appear really fit and active but.....nah.....

I did several unexpected things that day.

For one, I woke up at 5.30 am. For someone who will sleep in as late as possible this is CRAZY.
KER-AY-ZEE i tell you.
Another abnormal thing is that i took the MRT at 6 something am to my destination. I used to be someone who rarely took the MRT, terrified by the overwhelming underpasses and the ravenous escalators scouting for stray body parts to devour. However, thanks to my friends, i am now an MRT convert. It's fun to take the train with your friends, kind of like navigating a labyrinth, each station an alcove representing a unique part of Singapore. you emerge from the train, the stations are generally homogeneous across the island, but when you're out of there, you know what you're met with will never be the same.
Perhaps I'll save my other MRT-related sentiments for another post.
And........i was wearing a vest. Something I tend to avoid for fear of overexposure of my arms.....and underarms.

Yes i am weird and conservative like that.

Of course, the most unexpected thing I did was to participate a 5 blinking kilometres run. I had made a rather ambitious resolution to run the whole thing...obviously I did not adhere to it. I was constantly making bargains with myself, like, walk from hydration station to the the bridge, and then run to the next kilometre checkpoint. In the end, Melissa and I just gave up and just talked about random things instead, like the brain in a vat and virtual reality theory and how Marina Bay Sands (where we were running) is what tourists are shown - what with its glittering esplanade and tallest ferris wheel in the world - but the real Singapore is hidden to the rest of the world.



I highly doubt i even ran half of it.

At long last, the finish line was finally in view. It was at this point that we started to run again (sprint), pretending that that was what we had been doing the whole way mwahaha. it felt so good to come in the lane they had created with barricades on either side with people crowding around them and the arch above us stating our timings. Like those things you see on TV where the champions are given warm receptions.
except we weren't on TV and we weren't champions and weren't being given a warm reception. We were just No. 0193 and No. 0194.

Ah well.

After that we passed all the tents and they were doing free massages services for the women who had finished. By men. Ugh.i felt SO SORRY for them. (the men). they had to rub the cellulite filled thighs of sweaty middle-aged women with their BARE HANDS.

After that Melissa and I were headed off because they said we could leave. We were walking on the twisty bridge that goes over the Singapore River. Like the nerds we are, we observed the lines on the ground and talked about different kinds of angles: adjacent, corresponding etc. and then...HORROR OF HORRORS we forgot what the term is to describe congruency and spent the next 5 minutes freaking out about how we had forgotten our school syllabus!!!!!! HYPERVENTILATION!!!!!!!!!
much to our relief, it was only a brief lapse in our genius.

After that frightening episode we went back into MBS and got lost trying to find the MRT station. after going up and down the escalators and peering into the casino and gazing unashamedly at the expensive displays, the familiar MRT sign revealed itself to us. Instead of dining at coffee bean which would have murdered our already sadly scrawny pockets, we bought buns at 7-11, costing us a dollar each. I wouldn't have felt comfortable eating at a rip-off restaurant anyway. Well, i do have a reputation for being slightly less generous with my money....

On the train again; people boarding; people disembarking.
What similarities the everyday act of commuting bears to gaseous exchange, i thought, the train doors as to stomata and guard cells.
sighhhhhh..........

Overall, it was an unexpected day.

I was taking an extra long walk back to the house (in England) while everyone else had long gone. Armed with a camera and my six senses, I captured some of the small wonders this world has to offer. One never has to look far, you just have to look a little closer. So next time you're walking home, to school, wherever, take a little time to marvel at the work of God.

Growing Up Together

Prune

i am a PRUNE.

i look at myself and just cannot fathom why anyone would want to be within a 5 metres radius of me.

i am so undeserving of all the wonderful people around me.

i let people down.

i stand by myself while i see them reach out to me.

i see their pleading expressions. i say nothing.

they search for a soul, for an ounce of compassion;

they find nothing.

me and my poker face.


i am so self-consumed that i hold my own image higher than the need of a friend.

i have too much to lose, too much to risk.

even though i know all too well that if today i returned to dust,
all of it would be rendered worthless.

im too scared for tomorrow to live for today.


i try so hard to build up the walls of my own self-regard.

until it becomes a high, monstrous, imposing fence.

although the me within the walls is small and weak.


i am a PRUNE.

So that's why.....

Today in Biology, I learnt that females have over 3000 hormones while guys only have 3.

Well that explains a lot.

"It was now the sweetest hour of the twenty four: 'Day its fervid fires had wasted, 'and dew fell cool on panting plain and scorched summit. Where the sun had gone done in simple state - pure of the pomp of clouds - spread a solemn purple, burning with the light of red jewel and furnace flame at one point, on one hill-peak, and extending far and wide, soft and still softer, over half-heaven. The east has its own charm of fine, deep blue, and its own modest gem, a rising and solitary star: soon it would boast the moon; but she was yet beneath the horizon."

~ Jane Eyre

Mess

I'm scared and confused.
Am I being ridiculously paranoid.....or is there something else?
I'm suspicious. But only because I care.
Perhaps I got it all wrong. I'm sorry.
But someone needs to be there to protect you.
That's all I ever wanted to do.

claude monet is brilliant.

his treatment of colour is just unbelievable

his works put reality in a different light and makes you appreciate it better.

It reels me in, until i'm fully immersed in the flow of his strokes, the dream-like undefinition of the edges, in full awe.

If i had to pick a favourite artist, it would be him.

Electric Shock

One day.....I received the results of a test.
A test that would determine my fate.
I wasn't expecting too much of it because the day before the test, i hadn't studied properly, and I found the test really hopeless.
When I got the paper back, I was shocked.
I didn't know how to feel. Shell-shocked, perhaps.
I had just scraped by with a mere 75%, and though it amazed me how i could have even gotten such a grade with my unfaithful studying, I was disgusted at how i could have let myself slip so much.
I felt breathless, as if my life were hanging by a thread; as if i were hanging over a precipice, about to fall into the sea of death, if not for my scrawny arm strength clinging on to dear life.
An electric shock. One that woke up all my inner senses, slapped the drowsiness away, doused any sleepy notion with cold water, set my gears roaring into action.
I thank my almost failure for giving me a jump start back into the "real" world, where achievement in examinations is the highest obtainable code of honour for a student such as myself.

Ecstasy

I was walking to school from the bus stop, and was waiting at the traffic light to cross the road. A few metres away from me was this old man, rather raggedy, from what I can remember, and on a bicycle. In my drowsy state, i thought him a harmless, nice little guy.
Then, he started shouting at no one at all, not in an angry, but rather, the way one would scream when they have just conquered a mountain, all alone. Screaming, just because they can. I edged away from him - surely he wasn't in his right mind?
The green man started flashing, and I watched him while crossing the road. He had resumed his fit of supposed insanity, "Wooh!"-ing in exuberance, in ecstasy, as he weaved in and out of the cars on his bicycle.
I kept my eye on him until he could be seen no longer, disappearing amongst the mass of gilded vehicles. It seemed, he had come and gone, unperceived by all but me.
Reaching the other side, I realised it didn't matter what he had been shouting about, even it had been about nothing at all. He had given me a reason to feel. He had brightened up my morning. He had added just a bit more life to my dreary one. Hoping for me to share in his ecstasy.

Conflict

One time in Lang Arts lesson (Language Arts - English), we watched this BBC video about all these incredibly amazing writers (which I will never become, sadly), and how they go about their writing process, and their inspirations etc. So there was this part where one of the writers was at a primary school and conducting all sorts of activities to try and get the students to get creative and have fun with making up stories. So, they were to use celebrities and make stories out of them. There was one involving a rivalry between Simon Cowell and Louie Walsh, which instantly gave me the image of them giving each other the evil eye. I found it immensely hilarious, and almost burst out laughter, out of the absurdity, and yet, shocking realisticness of it all.

Then I looked about the classroom, and all I saw was blank expressions, the jovial feeling snuffed there and then. Somehow, I felt frustrated with them for not wanting to laugh, not wanting to smile, not understanding.

Where's the joy in birthdays when you know what you are going to get?
Where's the exhilaration of opening a package when you already know what;s inside?

Why are we all so careful that we cannot be slightly off the mark, such that we must get a specifically requested item?
Or is it just pure laziness for lack of wanting to be thoughtful, wanting to understand the person, and know what they would like without having to outwardly ask them.

It is a great feeling to rip open a present to find something you really like, not because you told the person to get it for you, but rather, because they knew exactly what to get you.

The best part about presents is not really the item itself, but the sentiment and thought that comes with it. Like a confirmation of appreciation, trust, understanding.

Anyday id rather receive a handmade misshapen mug than a store bought pristine perfect shirt. The latter is dead, with no feelings attached to it...just something you could obtain for yourself at the nearest mall if you really had nothing better to do.

so please. Let's put some thought into our gifts, shall we?

Jan Hai

here's to Vous!

HAPPPPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAY VIENNA THOMAS!!!!!

You are crazy brilliant and wonderful!!!

I wish you all the best in Raffles, and hope you are enjoying yourself :)

Take it easy, yeah? Don't stress yourself out too much (which is what i do to myself)

I hope you had a really good day and that you took a break and had a great time.

I know I wasn't able to be there, but all the same, thanks for giving me such wonerful memories that i often think back on, and smile.

I hope you haven't forgotten botty sliding, D.A.D., ms cheryl, our Anti-arithmatic organisation.........haha, those were the days

I miss them, and you, of course.

Hopefully we can meet up someday, you me and sonia :)

I will now sign off!

Love from,

Emils

(a.k.a Ariana Zillah Watson)

P.S. I'm really sorry about being stupid and cold towards you.....you-know-when. Im sosorrry!!!!

Request to Miriam Yeo

We need to do a duet of this:

This goes out to all those people who suffered 100 years ago at sea on the Titanic. May you rest in peace.

As The Deer

STRESS

Green is the new black

I love Lauren Cimorelli's green eyeshadow in their Call Me Maybe music video......where can i get some?

Also, go GREEN for Earth Hour! By going pitch-BLACK......

Now's the part where I will reminisce about earth hours of the past ......
we would wait in anticipation for 8:30 to come around, and once the second hand finishes its round around the clock, we go crazy and start turning off all the lights in a frenzy. Then Marge lights the scented candles and places them on the table...and then we carry the candles like nuns and walk all over the house.
We'd sing songs and whoop and jump up and down and squeal and dance we're all exhausted. So we lie on our backs on the carpet and look out at the night sky, and feel all nice with the flickering flames throwing their light across the room. Then we'd look out the window and tut at all the people who couldn't be bothered to share in our simple joys.

I love Earth Hours

If only everyday was like Sunday

Today was brilliant.

I went to church feeling nice in my outfit from England. Then we had a really good message about changing from the inside out. Usually we try to change our outer image, to make ourselves seem more righteous, and like 'good' people, and I realise that I've been a victim of this. But God doesn't care about all that. What He sees is inside of you. What you change on the inside will start to reflect on the outside. So off I went, thoughts having been provoked, for Junior Church.
During JC, my teacher praised me and i felt all nice and warm and squishy inside, and rather embarrassed, as one usually reacts.

After church, we went to suntec city and ate at the fountain terrace food court. I was feeling particularly peckish and so had a huge bowl of deeeelish ban mian from the Formosa delights stall (it was so nice that i ignored the bits of egg shell that had somehow found their way into my soup) and some naan, recommended by Miriam.
The man at the naan stall charged us 30 cents less than it was supposed to cost, with intention or not, I'll never know......but of course, i didn't protest.

After lunch, we headed downstairs to the FOUNTAIN OF WEALTH.
We were supposed to walk to the mini fountain in the heart of the huge one (apparently the largest in the world!!!!), and then circle the small fountain 3 times, while touching the water that came out of it.........and of course, as with all fountains, we were to make wishes. Whether or not it truly works, you can be the judge of that. (Guess what i wished for?)

surrounding the fountain was this walkway, and has you walk around, you were supposed to pass by all these plaques that show you what the 12 chinese zodiacs and what it means to be whichever one you are, as well as these beautiful metal cravings embedded in the ground of the respective animals. To my delight, I found that jan hai and I share something in common: we are both tigers. Passionate trail blazers of sorts.

Then miriam and tim raced about the fountain walkway, while I sat on the stone bench under a tree and just relished in the cooling breeze. Aaah the wonders of the world. I felt supremely happy. Like nothing could bring me down.

Following that, we came to the little area downstairs which houses a gazillion koi fish. Beautiful and eye catching, but rather on the plump side. Not that we paid any heed whatsoever. We bought fish feed and me and miriam had a throwing competition to throw the fish food as far as we were able, while Jan Hai ran amok wearing a yellow plastic bag on his back.

After that we went down stairs to all the shops, and stopped by, in particular, a pet shop. At this point, jan Hai decided to start screeching in his own special jargon. Although the animals seemed quite unperturbed, the shopkeeper, on the other hand......hmmm
but Jan Hai is just so ridiculously adorable that no one has the heart to be annoyed with him.

If only everyday could be like Sunday.

Adorability: the ability to be adorable

Message to the Jonas Brothers:
Come back please.
I've been missin' you.....it's true...... (Hello beautiful)

I want to be able to inwardly giggle about Nick's shyness and adorable curls.
I want to burst out chortling at the sight of Joe's hilarious antics.
I want to gasp with admiration for Kevin's coolness and mad guitar skills.
I want my boys back.

Apologies

Dear Mr/Mrs/Mdm/Ms,
I think you know who you are.
I would like to apologise for being so uptight and serious and picky and bossy and a killjoy and annoying and not fun.
It's just that I really desperately want us to do well.

Please understand.