So i took a pair of scissors and started snipping away the collar of my old sch uniform! I saw someone just wearing a collar and then a tie and then a tank top and wow that look was cool (i think it was britney in her 'me against the music' video? lol!) so i've been wanting to get my own collar for a long time, it's just that procrastination keeps taking me over.
Anyway i overcame my procrastination and started up some DIY!
The scissors is like the solution for everything! Seriouslyyyyyy.
Want a new collar necklace thing? Cut from collared tee aka uniform.
Want a toga top? Cut from song & song plain tee.
Yessum i cut a plain tee into a toga wanna see wanna see!
I'll show you anyways so you've no choice hehe
A quick picture because i'm not in the mood to really camwhore my new DIY lol.
Oooh and as i was cutting the collar, i realized the shirt could still be used and worn! Cors without the collar, it looks like a vintage-esque button down shirt eh?
Now i'm starting to get in the mood... more DIY stuff are brewing in that grey matter they call the brain.
I guess all you need are just some disgusting but cr8ive brain jucie, a pair of scissors, a bout of courage to take the first step and throw in some newt's eye for good luck too lol stir the magic cauldron 7 times a day to praise and then voila! You get some good ol' DIY :D P.S you can always add in some faith as well because while you're cutting shirts, why not move some mountains too eh? ;)
omg someone slap me please i'm sprouting flaky nonsense -.-
i seriously have a thing for shoes and my very wise friend doreen said today,
we are too poor to have a proper shoe collection.
my dad blames himself for our family's situation. he said that if only my mom had married someone smarter and richer, then maybe we'd be living the good life now.
but then i told him that if my mom had married someone smarter and richer, then i may be poorer in love and foolish in life. and that i'm actually really rich now, richer than he thinks!
“I go forward, but he is not there: and backward, but I cannot perceive him: on the left hand, where he does work, but I cannot behold him: he hides himself on the right hand, I cannot see him. But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come forth as gold”
To my friends,
We may not feel it yet, but all in due time. All in due time. Hold on to the promise.
okay not exactly closed , but the fever made me stay in bed all day though i'm going for work anyway.
been feeling sick recently and it only took be a few long days to realize that i am actually sick. new resolution of the (mid) year = take care of myself. i'd prolly photoshop something up to remind myself about that.
and somehow after dance, there'll be a part of me aching. arms or legs or both. or my heart, because it's kinda demoralizing to see that i'm not as good yet.
it feels good to just stay home, sip ribena and listen to that wind blowing against the fevered forehead, don't it?
after awesome mrs cho's service on sun, i walked home and snapped away at the lovely blue skies that were quickly turning grey. the sun was so scorching though, i think i feel a mini sunburn coming on lol but good thing i wore this dress and had ice cream to cool myself down b4 i melted in the heat.
and this dress, i haven't worn in the longest time! saw this photo and it sure brings back memories :)
P.S i just had a hair cut from a cool saloon and at first i thought the guys were gay hairdresses cors they really pay attention to your hair and take time to talk to you and are so bubbly. okay well maybe i kinda think most of the bubbly men may be gay because straight guys are dark and brooding and mysterious. okay okay, some? anyway i love my short hair! R hun, looks like it'd be a while b4 i can go and perm it haha
Random #1: (credits to the rightful owner of the pic) doreen and i both got this! hehe it's pink and pretty glassy and hey, my mom collects them lol so i, the filial and extremely modest daughter bought it for my dear mom :D
Random #2: a snippet of convo between eze and i. eze: let's play tai di me: don't want. play indian poker! eze: tai di me: cheat? eze: no, tai di me: ooh okay i know, forever 21! me: i mean black jack, the 21 card game of course.
Random #3: another snippet of convo between dad and i. dad: lately my stomach's giving me problems.. me: ouh. how come ah? dad: don't know leh. but just pain. and keep going toilet. me: oh. you go toilet? dad: ya.*gives me a confused look* me: i mean! you go doctor?
lol what's wrong man my words keep tripping outta my mouth recently
hahah next time when IR opens i'm gonna be a millionaire hehe
had so much fun playing my my dad and bros that now i've to really rush for work. A LOT of funny scenarios happened when playing because my dad forgot how to play and he was always constantly blur and it was hilarious i tell you.
here's what happened:
eze puts a K (king) card. dad puts Q (queen) card. i was reaching out to put my Ace card when shawn said STOPPPP and i froze and we all froze. then we were like what?! and he pointed to the Q that lay so innocently on the K card, then we looked at my dad who looked so innocent with his deck of cards. theen we all burst out laughing snd got my dad to withdraw his card.
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next:
my dad puts a tai di (2 spades card) down on the pile and so we wait for him to start a new round. he asked us what he can put down now and we told him anything he wants cors he has to start a new round. he then put all his cards on the pile and said yayyyyy
LMAO
i laughed so much my sides hurt oh oh and shawn always ends up in a position where he has a card of 3 and he can't clear that obviously, so that's why he lost lol.
in the end, eze won 2 rounds while i won 5! *show off* hehe
i am the queen of tai di of the chia family, bow down to me!
my dear maid's contract has ended and so she's off to fly back home. i don't know why i'm feeling sad because normally i feel nothing much when the other maids come and go. but i feel as though i've been through much more with Wari, my (not so) current maid. maybe because these two years have been emotional and i feel the attachment because she's always there when i need her. and we share those late night talks lol she has heard me cry in the middle of the night and i have heard her cry in the middle of the night
and the worse thing is i didn't even get to say goodbye :( she left when i was using the washroom- i know! what kind of luck is that right?
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and well my mom threw some of my beloved bags away saying she'll buy new ones but that will be like, never because all the bags that i pick out will either be ugly, over-priced or wait, i have too many bags for my own good so stop buying them bags. makes no sense but arguing with her never works so i've learnt since young to just let her do what she wants, and i'll deal with the consequences on my own l8r. so now i'm stuck with the few bags that i never really use. you think i'm over-reacting because of a few bags but those bags had memories okay! like the one n329 bought for my bday or like my fave 5 bucks bag that i bought with jy. they're all gone. forever. i was really filled with indignation because it's easy for my mom to say she'd get me new bags but action speaks louder than words and i know that it may never come to pass so whatev. fine, maybe i'm a tad bit sentimental. but my mom said i should let go. letting go means making room for new things.. what if i don't like the new things and can never find back the same stuff that i want?
i'm supposed to be rushing for my script outline now but i'm stuck because i'm hungry, i'm bored and i'm playing some RPG game on mofunzone. doesn't help that i'm fantasizing finding a cheque of 1,000,000 and then buying over the whole vintage shoe store around beauty world. (digressing, i have to go there to buy my shoes! pronto! but then i'm supposed to save as well so now i can only window shop online to gaze at the shoes that might one day be mine = not helping with my script outline either zzz)
and what am i even doing, blogging while i'm so distracted already!
okay okay after i complete 2 more levels in the RPG game, and after drooling over 2 more pairs of shoes, and after eating my dinner i shall start doing my work properly!
omg and i'm supposed to meet jy and the girls l8r too. this year, year 2009 i'm really learning what it means to multi-task. people wish they had 8 hands, i wish for 8 different user accounts in my brain so one of them can play, listen to music, dance, do PRODUCTIVE work, watch charlie and the chocolate factory (!!!), play with marquis and practice my singing too. and after counting them i realize i only have 7 stuff to do. okay i'll use up that extra user account in Felicia Chia's brain to learn math again.
ooh willy wonka's on! wish me luck in my multi-tasking pool hehe
I loove the photographs! Talk about major eye-candies. (no I'm not talking about hot guys lol)
I'm gonna like go get an issue every month!
I've only discovered NYLON so late :X
Think of all the things I've missed!
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Hot topic makes the coolest colors...
.... and the coolest tees!
Mm what's that I smell? Another D.I.Y?! *gasps*
Saturday, May 02, 2009
okay so maybe i have been using dance as my means of 'escape'. i have been tryna run away from reality by dancing because at least when i'm dancing, i'm focused on the dance and not on my worries. when i'm dancing, all that matters now are the steps, timing, accent, music and the fellow dancers standing beside me. when i'm dancing, my stress is relieved. i'm shaking it out, sweating it out, letting it all out.
what insecurities? what lawsuit? what responsibilities?
i know that in the studio, i don't have to pretend to be someone i'm not. i'm not a good dancer and i know that. but at least i try and i see everyone around me trying and that pushes me to dance even more. there is no fear in the studio (okay, maybe a bit lol) and it's almost therapeutic to watch the seniors dance around- and you see how one day if you train hard enough, you too can be as good as them.
and that's why i love going for dance practices. the feeling's awesome that at the end of the session i just wish things wouldn't end quite so soon.. that maybe if i linger around in the studio for a little while longer.. then i can keep that good feeling within me for just a little while longer. but i know i can't stay there forever so i slowly trudge my way back home.
in the studio, just dancing or lazing around or doing whatever, i feel like i'm in a bubble. but like all bubbles, they burst and will fall back to the ground again.
i can't keep running away from the things outside of dance. how long can i hide in the studio and stay in my own world of dance anyway?
i must face them; the things i'm running from.
Father, i don't wanna run away from You. i wanna run back towards You. and i'm sorry i didn't trust.
what if one day you wake up thinking it was a normal day.. only.. it's not. some of your loved ones are missing. gone, without a trace. no note to say goodbye, no letter to explain why.
you realize this world is colder without them. you realize how lonely things can get. you realize that you have to face the tough times of this world; alone.
you walk around and you wonder aloud, 'where did they go?' it's so frustrating you just wanna shout. and all the answers you wanna know.
then it suddenly dawns upon you like a missing puzzle piece the friends that you suddenly miss all had one thing in common- they're are all of christian belief.
that rapture your friends were talking about; how one day they would all go up to heaven and receive the rewards in due time. while those non-believers, sadly, stayed behind.
so now you know that the time had come, when Jesus would descent from heaven down. as the world will soon face its' end and the left-behinds will face their trials.
if only you knew, if only you believed what your friends tried to tell you then you, too, would have been spared from the fire. but then it's too late as what's done is done by then your friends would already be back home.
* but lo, it's not too late now as the world still spins, round and round. while life is still in favor,
P.S i should ban myself from surfing the net because eventually all the websites i end up looking at are shopping sites and it's not helping when i'm supposed to save.
i have so far not ordered any shoes/heels even though recently i keep having this feeling like i need a new high-heeled shoe y'know?
i admire my self-control lol
okay time to throw those shopping websites out of my window and i'll dig through my wardrobe for old stuff to 're-invent'
I am a vampire and I am looking in the city But the pretty girls don't look at me (don't look at me) Cause I don't have my fangs But I have lost my fangs
wow have been so busy recently, like my days were completely filled up.
sch, dance, home OR sch, work, dance, home OR work, dance, sch, home that kinda things.
different combinations but same things i've been busy with!
sch, dance and work stuff.
actually sch's not so bad only thing i've no time to meet up for other group discussions for out tv commercial proj but at least doreen and i were really really productive today!
we came up with so many ideas that i think we don't have to do TVC already we just do a short film of like 4 minutes and then submit it to the oscars for nomination and we might be oscar-winners in a year's time! OMG doreen let's! we ditch the TVC hehe and move on to bigger things (cough: oscars) :D
or maybe not.
anyway yes have been busy with dance because because because of dance4fund!
wait let me say that again
because of DANCE4FUND whoooooo
it was real fun doing everything. from the dance practices and bus rides home and all the friends made. it felt almost like danzation again :)
in fact, now almost any performance will remind me about danzation hahah ah well.
and uh-huh you can obviously see how deprived of the internet i am,
then i'm taking my first chance at the wireless to blog and that's why i'm like more excited that usual so pardon me. i mean i haven't been able to spend much time at home and even if i do, it's to eat or sleep. i rarely had time to surf the net ah! (okay fine maybe i surfed about once or twice in the wee hours of the morning cors i couldn't keep myself away. joce and hannah can use me as their example for their IS net generation about addiction to technology hahaha)
speaking of IS, our sch's extra elective lesson thingy,
doreen renee and i had our first lecture on self expression from drama and poetry and it was fun 'cors we could explore our surroundings for inspiration and our new teacher has the coolest spanish accent!
like the poem he read to us after class.. he read it in spanish and it was like 'woah WOAH'
seriously.
if i were to read it, you guys might laugh cors it might sound like a comedy or something equally weird :X that's why i'm not even gonna try!
haha but next semester i'm taking french! the language of romance hehe
and things at home are still a bit tense, because i don't know how the court cases will turn out but i have faith it'd be a positive outcome!
i mean, there's this law that says good things will happen to good people.
it's called the felicia law. like murphy's law but opposite meaning ah.
what?
no? no such law?
well then, there should be!
my dad's bloody innocent and i'll fight for him if i have to but i won't need to cors we will win the cases!
there it's been said!
okay so from the exciting activities you can see from the above, you can tell i'm tired like physically and maybe mentally and all that. but i'm still surviving so thank God for that :)
and you can tell my english is not very proper today but i'm not caring cors i just have this verbal diarearoa now and i'm just putting everything out so thank you for your time and i hoped you didn't give up halfway while reading cors i'm not giving up halfway.
for your time,
a short film called i'll wait for the next one. it's a really good film i suggest you spend 4 minutes of your life to watch it :)
our teacher said that in the end, one of her students shouted 'bastard!' after he watched it lol you'll have to see it to know why. enjoy! <3
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love.
But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy.
Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
camera and lighting effects was in this huge huge green stage that was beyond cool; we have to keep a digital photo journal thing on how we frame our world. i already have a couple of ideas in my head but we all know sometimes what's in our heads may look entirely different altogether when it's in paper. i'm hoping for the best but i've been getting my creative juices flowing with a few good artsy websites! check it ;)
you know how they say when you think about somethign right before you go to sleep- you will dream about it?
i'm gonna dream about my best friends who may turn green in the green room for a website art blog that i may do in the near future, say, 100 years and maybe i'll be someone that makes new things and thinks about them.
Well now, I threw all my burdens up into the sky and God caught them, tucked them away into His pocket, and took me up to fly with Him for a while.
The view up there is amazing.
Everything looked so small down there, and I felt so free.
I now am feeling much better, thanks to all the concerned friends.
Like hui min! Thanks for your msg, I saw it after dance and seeing it made me get filled with love.
In fact, after dance I recieved a few msgs and I don't know why but it made me feel loved haha and so I got high after dance and made a little fool of myself :$
Life goes on for everyone..
Doesn't stop for no body so I'm tryna catch up. Wish me luck!
Oh yes first day was sch was fun and I had a gooood time with my awesome classmates :D
And something wise renee said, don't awaken love until it desires.
working in babyware, i've encountered many different types of love.
the love that a husband and wife share; where two becomes one
the love of a mother and child; and from that one, another is created out of love
so i decided to make this post 2-1-2, that clearly shows 2 becomes 1 producing 2 (mother and child), one about love.
maybe not about marital love because i'm only 18.. but the other kinds of love in this world...
like...
like.....
hm.
acutally i just happened to notice that while i was typing my beginning, that it's 212 and then i just like anyhow say that i'm dedicating this post to love because of 2 becoming 1 and then having a child which makes 2 again hehe aren't i a genius?
so, sorry to disappoint if you were expecting some form of highly intellectual discussion about love. my mind's kinda dead now and i am supposed to be doing some diy stuff now but instead my butt is glued to the chair, likewise my eyes are glued to the screen and my mouth glued to my mug of ribena. nothing like a lazy sunday huh, wasting precious time away when i could have been saving the world from villians. sorry, mum!
one night when i had my orangey mirror light on, but it was still kinda dark and my pupils opened up wide like the apperture of a cam and so i had total black eyes that night. i'll show you my scary eyes pitcures next time but for now, here're the lousy quality pictures of... who else? me. lol
and sch starts tmrw, i don't know why but i'm nervous. and i've to totally buck up if i ever wish to get into a university after i graduate. and of course, i don't know what to wear! right, i'm off to cut up some t shirts and add more damage to my wardrobe tata my darlings.
* He paused in a moment, cocking his head. 'If I was dying of cancer and in god-awful pain and I asked you to kill me, would you do it?' Allie didn't hesitate. 'Yes. But then I'd kill myself, too.' Cam's mouth fell open. 'Because you'd murdered me?' 'No,' Allie said. 'Because you'd be dead.'
The day I tried to do my lips red, the day I then decided to move on to blue- painting my nails blue, not my lips. The day I decided to make two more rings out of sheer inspiration that struck as I was sitting on the floor gazing at my glue gun.
I hope you like the rings cors I'm gonna be making more and more (when I think of other designs) and I'm thinking of selling these with my bottle cap rings in the selling journal that jying helped me set up.
Would $7/8 be too much?
P.S Pardon the messy photo-shopping lol I only did it at midnight when my mom cut off all internet to try and get us to sleep.
lol i pity ezekiel's girlf not only because she's ezekiel's girl (haha bad joke) but also 'cos she has to listen to his slighty deranged sister who is very very VERY comfortable at home. so comfortable that i can yodel at home and sing chris brown's superhuman and sing like no body's listening.. except ezekiel is sitting right next to me and he's on the phone with his girlf.
so while i was busy crooning my heart out, i overheard a teeny bit of their conversation (i sing so loud cos i don't wanna eavesdrop on my brother's very private and mushy talk on the phone ah! and american idol was on. i've always secretly liked to think i can sing as well as them)
fel: (singing loudly albeit slightly off-key)you change my whole lai-hiveeeee girlf: (don't know what she said) eze: oh that's my sis fel: (still singing)don't know what you're doing to meeee with your lah-hoveee girlf: (don't know what she said) eze: yeah i think she's singing 'superhuman' fel: (realized they're talking about me so i got a bit louder) SUPERHUMAHH-URNNNN girlf: (don't know what she said) eze: no she's not in choir girlf: (don't know what she said) eze: don't know, she's in dance instead
lol i giggled and blushed a bit at the end because i think i just embarrassed myself into the next century omg what if they get married and i meet his girlf and she remembers my singing and all the times when i'll shout hello to her or laugh gaily into the phone because it makes me happy to see ezekiel happy.
i've figured it all out!
during their wedding night when i make my speech, i will defend myself by saying that sometimes in the middle of twilight, aliens would come and abuct me and replace me for the time-being with a singing laughing rambling machine that looks and sounds just like felicia chia. and that those times over the phone when she heard me, was that alien. not me.
then after my speech i shall run out back to the mother ship.
. . . We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
dance, dance, dance
'kay so i'm not very good at it but i feel v.happy after every dance practice. it feels a bit like going to church. it's like after it's over, i wished it would never end. because we could just go on. because i could just go on, go on, go on.
someone wise said:
The good Lord gave you a body that can stand most anything. It's your mind you have to convince.
alright here goes;
hey felicia's mind, felicia chia's mind, you can do it. I'm gonna confess it! Because there is power in confession!
I confess that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected :D
specifically.. dance, digital design and those inspiring ideas.
Style comes from knowing who you are and who you want to be in the world; it does not come from wanting to be somebody else, or wanting to be thinner, shorter, taller, prettier.
You are your own muse.
