Haven’t Blogged In Ages

Arcade

Y’all must think this is dead.

Anyway had lunch with zannah and nana after our last paper which didn’t go as well as anyone expected. What happens will happen and I’m resigning myself to the consequences.

So I was watching nana and zannah play in the arcade and as I watched, I couldn’t help but feel like I missed out a part of my childhood. Bright lights, flashing tin boxes, annoying sounds. These have captivated children since ‘pin ball’ and will continue to do so. Contraptions that seek to swindle children out of their pitiful allowances. Fancy schmancy – cheap tricks.

No idea why I’m being harsh to the arcade world.

When I tell people that I’ve never played in an arcade, never felt the thrill of watching the game load, never shot a zombie or an enemy on a screen, never inserted a coin into a slot, they tend to go: where’s your childhood?! or Deprived. Well sorry bishes <3 I just didn’t have that part.

My dad forbade me to enter the one at causeway point, which all in all made me even more curious. ‘You’ll get addicted.’ he said. Maybe he was right but I’ll never know anyway; it’s far too late to discover whether that would have come to be. I was entranced by the colours but with my father’s warning in mind, I never played a single time. Sure I’ve gone in to watch people play, in particular house of the dead 4,

Most memorable thing about arcades?

Watching people, in particular young boys, do the para para dance.

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Someone give me a tent, a mountain of books and time; Please.

Christmas Is Warped Down Orchard Road

COMMERCIALISM.

IT’S EVERYWHERE.

Christmas Tree Outside ION

Paragon's Outer Display

Ferrero Rocher Chirstmas Tree *Feel Free To Get Me This For Christmas*

Street Performers, They were really friendly "WELCOME TO SINGAPORE!"

Street Performer PLaying a Liuqin

This Year's Theme On The Trees is 'BALLS' Frankly I think it's dumb.

Close Up; Original Design of balls: Red and White Checkered

Warped Santa; 'HITACHI' I told y'all it was commercialized...

Mini Ugly Trees Everywhere

Get Ready For A Load Of Warped Reindeer

Acceptable Reindeer Shadow

Scary Legs :/

The Dress Was Easily Inspired LOLOL

Business Chic? O.o

'OH RUDOLPH YOU SO FINE!, YOU SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND!'

I actually like this outfit lol

Smexy Reinderess? So Warped I Tell Ya...

End Of The Reindeers.

Last Shot Before Heading Into The MRT.

A Long Line Outside 'PRADA' Like WHUUUD?!

This will End well because I will it to.

And if it doesn’t I will cry.

1 week of rest before school starts.

If noone asks me out I will postively hate y’all biches~

Hives Update :D

When I saw 30 unique views dated 12th April in my stat box*, I figured word has gone around about my hives and people were checking out my blog just to see the picture and what happened.

When I saw 15 unique views dated 13th April in my stat box again, I figured people wanted to know how I was doing.

So I’ll be telling the hives story, how it started, what did I do, what’s going on now.

The hives popped up as innocent itchy spots at the back of my neck at around 1am at Joscelyn’s condo. They were darn itchy, so much that I began to worry a lil bit and made Dot accompany me to the toilet just to check it out. I had no idea how bad they truly were at that time, only that my neck was reddish and there were a couple of rashes at the base of my neck. Of course when you have rashes the thing you’re really NOT suppose to do is to scratch them. But being the erroneous human being that I am, I went on clawing at my neck, only attempting to reduce the temptation of relieving myself by smacking my neck (sorry Joel, now you know why) as if a swarm of mosquitos had landed.

So I tried to bear the itch and even diagnosed myself with hives (oh how damn right I was) for the next 3 hours. Slowly I realised to my UTMOST horror that the itch was spreading!!! I started scratching the base of my neck, shoulders,  upper arms, abdomen, and chest. So by that time I realised that I’d better go home, afterall I didn’t even know if what I had was contagious. Nursing instinct too over: Barrier Nursing. I cabbed home and quickly checked out this ‘rash’ that I thought I had. Words cannot explain the horror on my face when I saw how bad it was. Bumps all over my body and it was so frigging red. I wanted to cry like a drag queen when I saw that there were a couple of bumps on my face! So with a heavy heart, I told my mum I had to see the doctor. Mum’s able to tell that something’s wrong the moment she heard my voice. So after telling her, she gave me this flu tablet that’s suppose to stop the itch. The tablet did NOT work. I was scratching at 6am and cursing whether sleep would ever be able to claim me.

The next afternoon, I managed to sleep 9 hours straight, at around 3pm right after I woke up I hopped to the bathroom to check out the hives. Amazingly they were GONE. At that moment I wanted to do some victory dance. Until I noticed they had moved to my hands and legs. I went to tell my mum and she commented that I had alot of pimples. I thought nothing of it and told her it was because of my monthlies(fact: I break out when I get my menses). I checked the mirror for the ‘pimples’ only to moan and thrash about because the hives had taken over my face! The first thought that came to my mind was: SH!T HOW TO GO OUT IN PUBLIC! But of course I had no choice but to drag myself down. I realised I was slightly hindered while walking when I saw that the hives were over my knees. So therefore I HOBBLED to the clinic. Luckily there weren’t many people and I saw the doctor after waiting like about 5 mins. When I went in and sat down in front of the doctor the doctor asked me: So Annabel what’s wrong with you? I felt like B!TCHSLAPPING the doctor there and then. At the back of my mind I was thinking: F**K you, can’t you see!? So in a slightly moany tone I was like: It’s all over…

Apparently doctor said it’s some allergic reaction; exposure to something that I’m sensitive to and the hives were clearing the toxins from my body. (Dammit why such an unglam way to have a detox?!) So he prescribed two pills and calamine lotion(ftw) I went home and quickly spread it on. I thought calamine lotion works the normal way creams do, basically you spread it on your skin till there’s no visible trace of it. But calamine lotion leaves a sort of paint like residue on your skin. It’s like putting liquid paper on your skin. Anyway calamine works wonders and really stops the ITCH.

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Right now hives are pretty much outta sight. If you really check my skin maybe you’d find a red circle here and there; evidence of my ordeal.

Thursday: Churchies vs Nurses

How to choose… DAMMIT.

Attachment

This ought to be the time/post when I bitch and whine about how I don’t wanna go to attachment.

But I actually wanna go and get it over and done with. I wanna see Adele, Zannah, Nana.

I MISS YOU BABES!!! <3

Prawn Fishing, set on the last week?

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When You Think Of Nursing, This Picture Comes To Mind

A Relaxed Environment

Truthfully, it’s more like this:

Reality

Puff Puff Baby

It came to mind when I woke up today. About what woman and I discussed during our alone time in the chalet lobby.

Smoking.

We talked about why our friends smoke.

And how come we don’t really do a damn thing to stop them?

Is ‘they have to live their own life/decide for themselves’ a good enough excuse not to do anything?

I’m pathetic as well.

Always saying I’ll break those damn sticks but I don’t do it cause I don’t want my friends to get mad at me.

I stared at Scott when I saw the unlighted cigarette stick in his hand.

When I stared he was like: C’mon la Annabel you know I’ve smoked for how long already.

Truthfully I didn’t know.

I wasn’t shocked either. But it sucks to expect your friends to smoke.

I’m an utter failure.

I can’t even get one of my closest sisters to stop puffing them fucking sticks.

UGH.

Ruffles, Muruku, Green Tea

It’s amazing and slightly disturbing what topics can come up when all three of the above are present.

burgundywouldyouratherwhatif

I don’t think I can blog about some topics here, but these sessions that I have with my girlfriends are entertaining and educating.

Dang I want another session. But not any time too soon

Potential.. But I’m using it the wrong way.

Just when I thought I had life all figured out, it threw me around the world.

I’m not sure anymore.

Someone’s A Year Older!

HAPPY

BIRTHDAY

FAITH!

See I dedicated one whole blogpost to ya!
Bella LOVES YOU!!

I Hope This Echoes In Your Fucking Mind.

I used to claim that nothing could deter me from writing my complete and honest feelings in this blog. But apparently people prove me wrong. There’s many things that I wanna say and I can’t. It’s hard to keep secrets, not because you want to tell someone but rather it’s hard to break that person’s heart.

Polytechnic life has given me an experience unlike no other so far. The test of the true meaning of friendship. And through this test, I’ve discovered who and what true friends are. It’s true: Friends tell you the truth no matter how much it hurts. All those that find no fault in you are either hypocrites or not your friends. Because they don’t know you well enough. I can find at least one fault in every single one of my friends; some more, some less. Of course if they asked me to tell them what their faults are, I’d find in slightly difficult to tell them.

There are things I want to ask you. To ask you why. Why you thought of me that way. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING BLIND?

I’ve cried tears over you, to be honest. And now all I want to do is I badly want to hate you. Hate you so blindly just as you have judged me. But my eyes are not dry, and my tears feel wasted over you. Because I’ve been stabbed twice. By you. You fucking LIAR. After the first time, did you not gain anything from it? Not even a bit of wisdom? Can’t you fucking grow up? I can’t depend on you any more. Trust? Even if everything goes back to ‘normal’, you will never fathom the trust that I had in you. Because you blindly stepped over it. Up till now, if you do read this, you won’t realise. Won’t realise what you’ve done. You’d stare at this paragraph, think awhile and in the end ‘It can’t be me.’ when it is YOU YOU YOU.

You that I abhor. Get away from me. I can’t smile if I see you. And if I pushed you away you’d be stupidly confused of course.

‘It can’t be me.’

Can It?

I hope this echoes in your fucking mind.

P.S. No it isn’t Dorothy.

Abortion – To Be Or Not To Be?

Last night was spent chatting with Zannah and Nana about many many MANY diverse topics.. The cow shall be waterelon and so on.. But the most hotly debated topic was in fact abortion.

Would you do it?

‘Before 3 months it has no life.’

It has no soul.

So is it okay to just destroy it?

Even if God Himself decided that it would have been a child of God?

Nana told me that if you abort a child, according to her religion, the child would be waiting for you at the gates of heaven.

Would you be able to face that child?

The child whose mother did not want her?

And if[touching plenty of wood here but that might not help] you don’t end up in Heaven, that child will wait, and wait..

But when it all comes down to it, it depends on whether you’re ready to face the consequences or not.

The Following Pictures May Be Disturbing.

If You’re Squeamish, I suggest you do not click