Tubby: Personal bodyguard! (:
(I look more bodyguardish here than you, but I thought we were taking a "bodyguard" photo mah. Who ask you to smile.)
Just: I don't know if you read this, but thanks for the Motivational Speeches, they always come at the right time (:
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Sick and tired of all the nonsense. Stuff like that makes me wonder why the heck I try so hard sometimes. Just grow up lah, we're 18 already, hello, about time I should think.
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Attention seeking ways usually succeed; it's just a question of whether the attention you receive is positive or negative. (By the way, it's usually the latter.)
I have a hunch that most people who secretly covet attention don't realise that everybody knows what they're getting at. So if you think I'm referring to you, I probably am not. Does that make sense?
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My sudden inspiration to create lots and lots of earrings came at altogether the wrong time. You know you're addicted when you find yourself randomly doodling earring designs on your work during tutorials or lectures. Someone take my wires & beads & stones away please.
Elisa's friends tell us that we should increase our prices, while my friends tell me to lower them. Hm hm, who to listen to? ;) Actually, prices depend a lot on cost of materials (we only use good quality stuff!) and workmanship. Making earrings is a painful and time-consuming process, especially if you're anal about perfection like I am - sometimes I refuse to use the pliers and choose to suffer from bruised fingers and torn nails instead because pliers tend to nick the wires slightly.
Although I do know, deep down inside, that even if we replace the swarovski crystals with cheaper glass beads or not care about slightly kinked wires etc, not many people would notice, unless they're earring connoisseurs themselves. Now, whenever I look at earrings outside, I appear to be totally spellbound, but do not be fooled, for I am merely checking their quality and whether I can reproduce them for myself. ;)
A tiny preview of the earrings to come! I'm really into twirlywhirlyswirly nowadays. I wonder why stuff like that (and asymmetrical earrings) isn't out on the market yet, people who visit our site seem to like artsy things like this. Maybe because these are harder to machine-produce.
(I kinda like the porcelain white look in photos - But I'll much rather be a healthy brown in person. Yes, I know I'm a sickly yellow at the moment, but I'm too lazy to do anything about it.)
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So, it all boils down to my insecurities, doesn't it? But now that I know you're trying, I'm getting better. Thank you (:
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Cryptic entries give me quite a thrill. And learning from experience, we must all be careful not to say anything too blatantly on our blogs, or we might get sued!! Shivering in my shoes omg!!
Haha. (Don't be conceited, I haven't been referring to you until now, so please don't sue me.)
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I can hear someone's voice going "Why so spiteful?" Hahaha.
Girls are different from boys, we are more emotional, and we can't be like you - brushing it all aside since it doesn't concern you. I'm sorry, I just personally wouldn't be friends with a compulsive liar and psychopath, even if her actions didn't affect me directly. Not sure how boys all seem to be able to close one eye and tell us "Don't care, it doesn't affect you, just ignore it."
Cannot lah.
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So many 'you's in this entry. Don't bother asking me who I'm talking about. If you think I'm talking about you and you want to um beat me up? - then go ahead, because being able to see yourself in my nameless statements is a neat way of confirming with me that there is indeed truth in what I say.
And getting beaten up might actually be rather cool, I'll have an exciting story to tell after that! Then again, I'm not sure if the thrill outweighs the pain and the possibility of dying, so. Okay, I better take that statement back. :P
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Long, bitchy entry, huh?
Forgive me, today has been tiresome.
It's exasperating to think that after hours & hours of patience and weeks & weeks of heaving a burden around on our shoulders, it all boils down to nothing. Plus all the other nonsense that's been accumulating throughout the past few weeks. There has to be an outlet for the steam or I might lose my sanity.
Enough.
Time to throw these frivolities out of the window and start worrying about me, me, me.
(I wonder if anyone read the entire entry. I wish Blogger had locked entries.)