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Name: ユリ
Location: Singapore, Singapore
Gender: Female
Interests: travelling, performing, learning, singing, dancing, walks, fresh experiences, excitements, snow, winter, sunsets, beaches, christmas trees, rainy days, taking photographs, ice-skating, r&b love songs, babyface, great movies, make-up, go-karts, cheese, pasta, gummies, milo, theme parks, cooking, blankets, huge teddy bears and soft toys, happy eyes, long rides, being busy, observing, reflecting and day-dreaming, the nightsky, piggybacks, hugs, kisses, to love and be loved:p
Expertise: day dreaming, visualizing, procrastinating, forgetting dance moves, running around the place
Occupation: pasta chef
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5/4/2007
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| 23012012
lunar new year
Warning: This is a ranting entry, consisting of some of my life philosophies' nonsense, that are non-related to chinese new year. The title is irrelevant. You can now scroll down to the next entry.
On the first day of the chinese new year, I took a hard blow with a series of unfortunate events. The biggest one, which wasn't peronal, had to be that I found out that my mom donated away a huge bag of my clothes, thinking that I wanted to dump them since I packed them in this large garbage bag-sized plastic bag. People who know me would know my love for clothes and that I can never have enough to wear. I don't buy new year's clothes like everyone else does and that is because I buy at every other time, whenever I feel like it.
So while everyone bought new clothes for new year, I had 50+ clothings donated away without my permit, some new, some expensive.. I'm over it now I guess and my parents are still complaining that I love buying clothes. Sometimes, I really hate how perfect and mature they wish me to become, and I hope they can see me as a girl, or just a female one day that I will indefinitely fall in love, love soft toys, love makeup, love dolling up, love sentimental and non-practical items, wish to head out of the house every once in awhile,.. and other common stuff that you can relate to a girl.
Okay, I just broke my number one rule for complaining online. But my bag of clothes which I could have sold for money was mainly what I could think about when this chinese new year was recalled. It was a huge blow to me and it was so hard not to cry in my parents' car and spoke like I was perfectly fine, nice and understanding, that morning when they sent me to my grandma's. I never once blamed them for it verbally and it was so damn hard being nice and putting on a strong front, for which I did, with a great deal of effort.
I gave them the respect cus they are my parents, and so you know if you ever heard of me talking back to them or quarreling with them, it simply meant they have gone overboard with how strict and tradtional they are. I shan't describe the events, but when it comes to my parents, I never found myself unreasonable for my occasional rebellious acts. The breakthrough started one year into my relationship with Joel and the one-year milestone made me desperate. For those who didn't know, our relationship was kept underground to my family for two whole years! It was worth it I guess, I slowly gained my freedom I needed within the past two years.
I just made myself sound like a lousy daughter, but hey, I'm really old now and to be gaining my well-deserved liberty only last year was a great joke to the people around me and a great inconvenience and liability to me.
So I went for visiting and I follow Puis everywhere. Haha.
Puis is one important person in my life. She's the one, related to me by blood, who understands me, knows all my ups and downs, gives me words of wisdom and comfort, and is just a really nice girl. I always wish I had a sister, but I guess it's not all that bad, when I have a cousin like her although we hardly contact.
One of those nights, I went to her place and had a steamboat prepared by her mom; my aunt, for she had invited her friends over and asked me to join her, knowing that I needed to meet more people rather than be at home alone.
They were a fun bunch as I listened to their jokes and played some games with them, I realised how deprived I was of 'playing games'. I love games, social games. I have dreamt of joining amazing race, being part of running man, and the thing is I don't even get to play those type of games people would play at chalets or over a VIP table in a club. I don't.
I'm this girl who loves fun but am deprived of it in its certain aspects. I think it is because I lack real guy friends, not that I need or want any more than what I have (basically only two left: one named Alex, and the other my best friend, also known as my boyfriend), I just simply conclude that my entire social circle is made up of people who just loves to shop, chat, eat, and nothing else in particular, excluding dance. So I'm deprived in certain areas such as games, drinking, sports, or even outdoor adventures. Just imagine myself dragging out my soldier boyfriend out for a camp one night disgusts me at how inconsiderate I would be. Anyway, I don't like drinking, and I think it's a waste of money. I'm just amazed at how many people like doing it, and because it's not something I get to do, I would want to try to understand why people like it simply cus I don't do it.
Anyway, I don't dislike guys and here's my grandmother story on why I hardly have guy friends. I concluded that almost all single guys can never see girls as friends, but just girls, or rather potential hook-ups, till they pass that long initial phase/stage. Actually vice versa for many girls as everyone is looking for a companion and that is only natural. And I don't like friends who come with motives. Of course I have made great guy friends before. And I have my super restrictive father who threw me in a girls' school simply because he knows how scary guys are, and then my boyfriend who cut off all my friendships with males, and changed my dressing sense from interesting and moderately sexy to highly modest and fairly simple, for the same reason in the past. Both don't restrict me no longer, but I'm already used to not having male friends for many reasons. In fact, I'm so blessed with too many awesome friends, I have got no time and energy to commit myself for more, males or females.
Despite all these rants, I just wanna say I love my life, for real. I apreciate what I have more than brooding what I do not have at most times. Everyone's lives are packages, a mix of bliss and misfortune. Looking at what I'm having and where I'm heading now, I can't help but to think that I've struck myself an awesome package! Joel loves me so much, my parents do too, and my friends are just plain nice, mature, understanding, and beautiful as well. As a Leo, I think I'm not bad too, and I pretty love myself, but I can do better if I can rid some personality flaws and health issues.
Well well, my blog serves as a ranting ground for me. So too bad if I blog about such things for you to read. I bet most people skip all these nonsense I typed, but I have to do this occasionally just to let my mind stay in good spirits and negativity-free.
Okay, I'm done with my chinese new year entry! Lol. 
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| 01072012
how a passing out parade smells like
I stayed over at Joel's place alone the night before as I needed to arrive at his place very early in the morning to set off with his family if I didn't sleepover, so might as well right? It was such a blissful feeling, being able to fall asleep on his bed and on his pillow, surrounded by everthing that smelt like him. A boyfriend's scent works like a sleeping pill is what all girls would agree with me yes?
Anyway, it was mad hot at the marina bay water platform. And oh, because of the long route march the soldiers had had, I never smelt anything more awful my entire life. Hundreds and hundreds of smelly sweaty soldiers put together in a stuffy environment. The pungent smell was just indescribable.
Vivian was with Alina, somewhere at the far left, and she took this picture above. Pretty yea?
The boyfriend was really grumpy that morning and nope we didn't take any proper picture to celebrate the glorious moment together like most couples would. We hurried back and I was happy for him on the passing out and for the completion of BMT. I felt his joy when he could finally had a good bath. And the Ng family brought him to New York New York for dinner.
 my cheesy mushrooms.
There were three cameras and a camcorder brought out that day, aside from phone cameras. Guess what? Only the cheapest digital camera caught Joel marching in action, for erm, two seconds. He expressed disappointment that after all that he went through, he didn't even get to see himself much on tape. I promised him that the next time he passes out, I will definitely get a good seat.
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| 01012012
Jovan turned one
Awesome or what? I've blogged daily for six days consecutively and I'll make sure that another post will go up tomorrow!
Anyway, Jovan was exactly a year old and his parents treated the entire family plus their immediate relatives, meaning Joel's Uncle's fam, plus the maid, and the extra Eulene, me, haha, to Imperial Treasure at Crowne Plaza Hotel.
      Felt young since I received a party bag filled with kids' goodies as well. Lol.  And there's the birthday boy wearing a hoodie and a checkered pants Joel and I bought from Seoul, Korea.
I can't remember how expensive the chinese brunch was and I helped redeemed some 50 slide coupons at the airport. Apparently, to make the slide more meaningful, the airport installed a timer and people are supposed to aim to reach the bottom of the slide in the shortest time. Joel was the record holder and even the slide operator was impressed and remarked on how fast he was to me. So I guess Joel's really speedy then.
That's all. Anyway, almost five months have passed, and apart from the size, Jovan still looks somewhat exactly like how he looked like in the picture above. And I thought babies always grow and show physical changes very quickly, perhaps I'm wrong. Hope he stays this cute for one whole decade before blooming into a handsome and promising young man.
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Some photographs I took with my IPhone in January!
Joel and I went for some dance countdown party organised by MITC and counted down to 2012 with other international and local dancers.
Know any girl who gives at least one long massage routine to her boyfriend daily? I do. Joel was once upon a time, a tyrannic boyfriend, and time passed, even though he's the nicest boyfriend around now, the daily massage remained a practice and a habit. I have my good and bad days. Blisters only appear one day after a long period of rubbing and heat, and they hurt right? And this blister is an evidence on how I would still try my best to force physical strength out of me, use every energy I could gather even when I was hardly left with any, even on my bad days. I really really put in a lot of silent effort especially on days when I had to deal with fatigue as I'm afterall born with weak limbs and physical strength.
It's something I hope people would know about me. Being weak physically.. I don't like it when I'm trying hard to do something, warm-ups before dance for example, and people wronged me, thinking that I just want to slack and hence not doing it properly at times. I don't complain unless I really can't take something after constant trying, and I honestly have high tolerance level for physical pain not that I wanna brag, I just happened to be those people who would break down due to immense emotional pain instead.
I don't like to be seen as weak as I genuinely went through a lot in my relationship for my age before the three-year mark, I think, and because I really love Joel so so much that when I got hurt, I hurt competely and thoroughly. And again, I don't think people would believe me on this since I always seem happy and that everyone, too, loves their boyfriends and has gone through relationship setbacks. From my understanding, what a relationship means to me and the kind of relationship I have had is pretty different from the ones I've seen. I don't know. Maybe I'll blog about it one day, on these thoughts..
Back on track, so I feel doubly upset, that besides my disadvantage of having a problematic body, I get labelled as a slacker sometimes. In conclusion, physical pain that cannot be seen will not be sympathised with. Seeing is believing, so people believe in laziness more than they believe in internal injuries. Unless you're bleeding, or having some visible injuries, you either quit doing what you are doing, or not suck it up and do yourself an honour for doubling the effort which can't be seen and will go unappreciated as well.
Joel learning to play a Yiruma's piece.
Accompanied Fion for a haircut one of the days.
My first LaoBan beancurd which was given by Lav and Bryan, and it opened me to the world of tauhuey with my first bite. I never liked beancurd before this and I only ate beancurd once in my entire life; the one at Rochor Road. People said it was the best then, and I realised I just really didn't like it if I had tried the best and still found it awful.
Jacq and I. Taken in school!
Okay now this is plain random.
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