In the middle of a gunfight...

'Sup, blogosphere!

Yes, I am more than aware that I haven't been on here in a gazillion years... I've been busy with school and attempting to finish watching Doctor Who, ANTM and various volunteer works that I've signed up for.

To be honest, I have no idea why I'm back here seeing that I'm usually on tumblr which is retroglitter.tumblr.com. I haven't blogged about my life in ages though; then again, there isn't anything incredibly interesting that I can talk about.

As you guys already know, I'm in Ngee Ann Polytechnic now and a few months ago, I signed myself up for a camp organised by Rohei for the students under the Christieara programme (word of advice: if they ever invite you to join them, join them. It's worth it). I'm not allowed to say what goes on in the camp, but I'm more than willing to say that this is the camp of a lifetime and I'm not even kidding. No worries, you would be in an air-conditioned area almost the whole time and you are not subjected to mud or anything along those lines; therefore, to those who are muddophobic (made up word), just join this camp!

I miss the mentors from the camp so much! I can't say much so I guess I'll just upload photos then, teehee.

My group for TCP Camp 4, Team Mexico!

With Debbie from KL, I miss her so much!

With Irene, from Japan and Claire the white tiger. Trust me, she isn't as demure as she looks. 

With Emily, who is, believe it or not, as old as I am.

With Marian, my mentor. I miss her so much! I really have to thank her for everything she's done for me. 

With Jarell, from Florida, USA. He is one talented saxophonist, I'm not even kidding. 

With James and Irene, both from Japan. (They're half-Jap, half American)

With James, this dude is crazy when he starts playing the guitar.

With Jarell again, because I love him so much! XD He nearly cried when he gave him our gift. 

With Irene! I used to think she was demure, then she turned fiery. 

With James, AGAIN at the airport before he went back to Japan. My eyebags are HUGE from the lack of sleep.

Team Mexico with Jarell!

Poh, Kim, and I with Yao Na, Hosanna, Irene, Emily and Marian. 

Team Mexico, again.

So these are some of the many photos that I got during the course of the camp plus the time after. I couldn't say goodbye to them at all because all of them have created such a huge impact in my life that I actually felt lost when they left. I am eternally grateful to Marian for pretty much encouraging me throughout the entire journey and for bringing me to my virgin trip to the church (yes, uncouth, but I don't care). I'm still not a christian nor do I think I ever will be, but it was interesting. :)

Champagne or Suicide

I have no clue as to why I'm back here. Really.

I've got to admit though, not blogging for so long has made typing this post out really awkward because I just don't know when to stop a sentence, or what to talk about, actually. I haven't been on here for ages and I have had many life changes that I probably cannot fill in one post and nor do I want to.

It has been 4 months and 9 days since school has started. I am now a Year 1 Mass Communication student and yes I do miss writing a lot. One semester has come and gone and I found out a lot about myself that I didn't know exists. 

Semester one has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. It is quite unlike what I thought MCM would be. I spent about 99% of my time camped in front of a computer editing video clips, photos, websites, designing cans, logos, postcards, websites... You get my point.

Well, that nearly killed me. I am not exactly the most creative person around, and neither am I a very visual person. I cannot put what I see in my head into a physical form, which explains my really atrocious postcards and such. How I managed to pass those modules will remain a mystery.

Somewhere in the middle of school term, I lost the reason to fight. I was so tired with everything that I had to do; I had project deadlines to meet, homework to do and stuff like that. It was physically, mentally and emotionally draining. I was exhausted from the continuous lack of sleep, tired of trying to think out of the box and applying whatever rules I've learnt into my work. 

Not fitting in definitely did not help. I'm not exactly a cookie-cutter girl, I'm just quirky and dare I say, edgy. So I either disliked or have no idea what everyone was talking about and I just listened and smiled. What, there we have, people gushing over Glee, Pretty Little Liars, Adele, Maroon 5, etc. and here I am, rocking out to Metallica, Depeche Mode, Adam Lambert, My Chemical Romance etc., see the contrast?

It killed me, initially. Then I realised I never quite cared if I fit in, why should I care now? It was a moment of epiphany for me. I alighted from the bus two stops earlier than usual because I just felt like going for a walk, and that walk really woke me up.

I'm different and I'm proud of it.

And everybody else should too. I am so sick and tired of watching people be someone they're not, and then they end up appearing to be pretentious or hypocritical. To be honest, I think it is more tiring to be who you're not than to be who you are. Yes, one might face backlash for being who one is, but it does beat conforming to society right?

Society is fucked. People should recognise that.

In a moment of apparent pensiveness..

I have said this a million times but I'll say it again - I wish I could read minds.

I was I could, I really do.

As much as I pretend that I don't care about what others think about me, I do - more than absolutely necessary.

It may just be insecurity playing it's bit on torturing me every now and then, but I find myself trying to read the facial expressions of people - even strangers - just to try to guess what they think about me. It has became a habit for me, to be honest.

I think it is partially because of the fact that I may not have the most tolerable personality in the world. In fact, most people would have got annoyed with me within the month of knowing me. I am extremely boisterous, loud-mouthed, tactless and opinionated - not exactly the best combination of character traits, is it?

I do know for a fact that I appear hypocritical when I am involved in a drama resulting in two parties of which I am friends of. Yes, I admit I gossip about both parties to both parties (I hope that bit made sense), but that doesn't equate to hypocrisy, does it?

Just because I talk bad about both parties does not necessarily make me hypocritical. Could I not be agreeing with you on some points of the other party and not wholly agreeing with you on others? Just because I do talk bad about the other party does not necessarily mean I will tell them what you have said, unless I think it would be beneficial to both parties.

This has bugged me for ages, and it has remained the biggest reason as to why I absolutely loathe real-life dramas. (Then again, who doesn't?)

Anyway, back to my point about reading minds.

I am going to confess, the really bouncy, noisy and seemingly happy Denise may not be the only side of me, I just choose to wear this side of me more than the others. I do have my quiet moments, of which people immediately assume that something is wrong.

With a personality like mine, would you not want to be able to read minds? (I do irritate people a lot, but it usually takes me quite a long time to figure out, especially when I am focusing on other stuff)

It is 1.26AM here. I'm just going to post this and go to bed although I am pretty sure my case on why I want to read minds is pretty weak, I just can't seem to form proper sentences now. Writer's block? Perhaps.

Till then, goodbye! XD

Before you break you have to shed your armour.

Because of the fact that I am, essentially, a twitter whore, I shall pimp my twitter right here just so you guys will follow me. (or read my tweets, if you are bored enough to read about my amazingly boring life) Basically, just click here and click on the button that says "follow". After which, give me a tweet so that I'll follow you back. (I hardly use the actual twitter to do my tweeting, so I have no idea who follows me until I check it, which is about once every week-ish.)

Unless you don't own a twitter, you would've noticed "#100factsaboutme" trending for a few days. (It is still trending right now as we speak and I refuse to screenshot that moment for you) Basically, I never knew that it was trending until my whole feed got flooded with people actually tweeting 100 random facts about themselves. I follow 260+ people on twitter, so make that 100 tweets multiplied by say, 5 people at any one time... You get my point.

I absolutely loathe the person who started the #100factsaboutme shtick on twitter. Twitter goes on fail-whale mode just about every other hour and this has not made it any better, thank you very much. In fact, at one point, it got so bad, tweetdeck hung. And it is unlike tweetdeck to hang unless the tweet traffic is really heavy.

Also, to the people who actually tweeted 100 facts about them on twitter during the twitter peak hours, _l_ fuck you, very much. I am not all that interested in you, I enjoy reading snippets about you here and there, but not on a tweet-spam basis. Please, go 100 facts somewhere else, just not on twitter, I beg you.

Now that I'm done with my twitter-rant, I shall go onto my very own #100factsaboutme, on my blog! *cue ta-daaaaaa music*

Yes I am aware that I am awfully self-righteous right now, but I cannot care less. At least I'm being considerate by not clogging up twitter. (Yes, that's me and my whole teen-aged self defence mechanism acting up, just so you know.)

Here goes... Denise's very own #100factsaboutme on blogger! -cheesy grins-
001. I am a Leo, a Scorpio rising and a Cancer moon.
002. I have had, at some point last year, blonde highlights.
003. I have had red and purple highlights before.
004. I now have reddish brown hair with red highlights.
005. I am thinking about getting really red hair when my roots grow out.
006. I became a Glambert by chance - it just so happened that I switched on the TV when American Idol Season 9 was airing for something to watch while I'm doing my homework just before Adam sang "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin. I was blown away and I fell in love with him.
007. I only turned into a hardcore Glambert on March 12, 2010, the first time I heard him live and I just can't get enough.
008. I was, and still am, a My Chemical Romance fan. Perhaps even more so now than I was in 2007.
009. I hate K-Pop, enough said.
010. I am not a fan of mainstream music. I listen to P!NK, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Madonna and Ke$ha on occasion, and that's about it.
011. I did want to turn vegetarian for Frank Iero when I was 13, it didn't work out.
012. I am annoyingly superficial.
013. I was in a newspaper article for skipping school. It is Adam's fault. ---> click here.
014. I am allergic to play-dough.
015. I am not a fan of cheese.
016. I also am not a fan of eggs.
017. I like Justin Bieber, dislike his songs and hate his fans.
018. I have this thing for eyebrows.
019. I love pretty boys, 99% of which are gay. :'(
020. I absolutely adore Tommy Joe Ratliff, Sasha Mallory and Taylor Green from the glamtroupe.
021. I have a crush on Johnny Weir.
022. I think Isaac Carpenter is cute.
023. I think Neil is hilarious.
024. I've seen Tokio Hotel in real life before.
025. I was very disappointed when I saw Bill Kaulitz in real life, it was really anti-climatic.
026. Monte Pittman had thrown his guitar pick to me during a concert.
027. I lost the guitar pick when my wallet was stolen.
028. I love bubble tea.
029. I will die without wine gums.
030. I dislike seafood.
031. I am 1.55m short. (That's almost 5'1)
032. I really don't mind growing another 5cm.
033. I was born at lunch time on August 5, 1994.
034. I have this thing for people with pretty eyes.
035. I will die without twitter.
036. I am a sucker for bribery.
037. It takes me a lot to understand and actually comprehend mathematical concepts.
038. I am a hopeless Harry Potter fan.]
039. My favourite Harry Potter characters are Nymphadora Tonks, Luna Lovegood, the Weasley twins and Draco Malfoy.
040. My favourite Harry Potter actors are Evanna Lynch and Tom Felton.
041. I feel there is more to Slytherin than what J.K.Rowling portrayed them as.
042. Had I been sorted, I think I would have ended up in Slytherin. I am essentially a selfish creature.
043. I get really excited really quickly. (Put it this way, I have bounced through an entire concert before.)
044. I am really loud.
045. I am automatically attracted to guys with eyeliner.
046. I think I might die in an orgasmic mess if I had the chance to inhale Gerard Way.
047. Actually, I will die in an orgasmic mess if I had the chance to inhale Frank Iero.
048. I have never been to a My Chemical Romance concert.
049. I attended Adam Lambert's showcase alone because I didn't know any Glamberts then.
050. I sound better on paper than in person.
051. I never had trouble making friends. (Yes, I am a social butterfly)
052. I am afraid of worms with legs.
053. I am afraid of the dark... Kinda.
054. I am a drama queen, I confess.
055. I find biology highly boring.
056. My favourite colour used to be orange. Now it's black, or navy blue.
057. I love watching RuPaul's Drag Race.
058. I absolutely love the British accent.
059. My favourite youtuber of all time is Charlie McDonnell ---> click here.
060. I am a grammar Nazi on occasion.
061. I've only caught one episode of Glee in my life.
062. I want to learn how to play the drums.
063. I have no sense of coordination at all.
064. I cannot play group sports to save my life. As my friend puts it, "You've got no ball sense."
065. I like to think that I'm good at archery.
066. I want to join a theater group, I really like being on stage.
067. I have a very boring wardrobe. I'm always wearing black, or dark colours.
068. I love shoe-shopping.
069. I wouldn't mind if I could read minds.
070. I am pretty certain I annoy people on a daily basis.
071. I think sexual orientation is over-rated.
072. I still have no idea what I want to do when I grow up.
073. I used to want to be a journalist, now I want to be a radio jockey. Is that possible?
074. I haven't written fan fiction in a really long time.
075. I enjoy people-watching.
076. I am terrified of mannequins and dolls.
077. I hate Saturdays now.
078. I've been blogging for the past 6 years... To no fruition. (Not that I'm really trying, actually.)
079. I used to be a fan of Twilight, used to.
080. I have no idea what to do with my entire collection of Twilight.
081. I have a thing for blonde guys, peroxide or otherwise.
082. I grow horizontally more than I do vertically.
083. I've been myopic since the age of 10.
084. I can get quite judgemental, against my will.
085. I want a tongue piercing.
086. I don't have a type that I like.
087. I have never tried a Fillet-O-Fish before, and I don't intend to try.
088. I'm currently really into Depeche Mode and Metallica.
089. My favourite Pokemon is Charmander.
090. I have this thing for slash fiction.
091. The favourite time of my body are my toes.
092. I have four good twitter friends, namely, @Fritzandpancake, @effmehaley, @glamrocks and @glamloverx.
093. My first best friend in Secondary School will be Yu Xiang.
094. 2009 is the bane of my existence.
095. I don't trust my intuition.
096. I don't think the same way as most people of my generation do.
097. I cried when The Rev died.
098. I click best with people older than me.
099. I am Adam's astrological opposite, I think. He is an Aquarius sun, Libra rising and Aries moon.
100. I love sleeping. How can anyone not love it?

This was incredibly difficult. You know what? I have a new found respect for people who actually completed 100 facts about themselves. I might come back soon, until then, goodbye!

*grumbles*

Today is one of those days where I really want to post about something but I can't think of anything to post about.

New Year?

Wow. I haven't been on here for three months?! *horror*

And in the short span of three months, I am pleased to announce that nothing spectacular has happened in my life. Other than the fact that I started working full-time, graduated from Seng Kang Sec and am now a Ngee Ann Polytechnic student. Oh yes, I also got myself red and purple highlights. 

That is about it to the 3 months of my life, ferrealz. I probably am not going to stop the post here though, it has been ages since I have last written so you have to bear with me for this post.

I started work on December 2, so that pretty much meant I didn't do anything in December seeing that I was slugging my guts out 6 days a week. Well, I did have a mini christmas party at my cousin's though, I puked out everything at the stroke of midnight on christmas day - not a memory I'd like to remember.

The Gong Cha Crew

Lahveeee <3

I ended up celebrating the New Year at my workplace seeing that we were all working that day. Hilarious though, we didn't really do much but crap around like how we always do. I love my colleagues, we're all boisterous people. I approve.

So this brings me to 2011. 

I spent three days in Bangkok, but that would be inconsequential because all I did there was shop. (What else can you do at Bangkok, really) So on Jan 10, 2011, I faced my death sentence - the release of the O'level results. 

I did surprisingly well, for someone who only put in last minute effort and specifically on English (because I wanted an A1), math and chemistry (for obvious reasons). For people who are way to shy to ask me in person, I did get an A1 for English. *runs around butt-naked throwing confetti* and got 9 for my L1R4 and 12 for my L1R5 (with deduction from my CCA points, that is). 

And that made me eligible for Mass Comm, imagine my happiness. (I am now a happy bunny awaiting school. Yes, I'm now a Mass Comm student) 

So my O'levels are finally done, I have my results to prove that I'm not that stupid anymore. *is triumphant*

16 January 2011 would probably be the most inappropriate day of my life. Joy and I went to watch the Rocky Horror Show! \o/ (FAQ: Is it a horror movie? Well, no it's not a horror movie, it's a comedic musical. I refuse to repeat this again) 

The stage. Ninja shot by Joy.

Well, sexual innuendos aside, the rocky horror show was like an Adam Lambert concert meet theater. We were all dancing the time warp dance, shouting about and throwing toilet rolls, confetti and shining torch lights - at specific parts of the musical. 

Things is, I felt severely over-dressed compared to some of the people who were there. Trust me, the hardcore Rocky Horror fans were in things slightly more than lingerie. It was mad hilarious to see guys in drag and feather boa. 

Not actors, they're fans.

Now do you get what I mean when I say "overdressed"?

I also got a photo with Rocky and Brad, and I got myself their autographs, too!

With Brad (left) and Rocky (right). I R Happy Vabbit.

And that's about it - to my Rocky Horror Show, that is. I've decided to go as Columbia the next time this show comes back to Singapore and Joy wants to go as Magenta. We figured these two characters were the most like us. *giggles*

So that's about it, about my life - in one blog post. Be back soon. Oh yes, happy lunar new year you guys!

Masquerade, paper faces on parade.

... And I'm ALIVE!
Well, alive in the physical sense of the word. I'm not quite the same after the O'levels though, many brain cells had committed suicide due to my over-stimulation of them, some brain cells got fried after I tried to cram in a whole lotta nonsense and the rest got kinda cuckoo... Well you get my point. All in all, I do hope I'll be more or less, active, on blogger. H.O.P.E. (I'm trying to beef up my portfolio by writing more stories but you get my point)


I figured I should skate over my O'level days because it would just be a bore to you, and to me. Seriously, how interesting can life get while you're revising your guts out and praying that everything would be smooth-going for you? All I remember during the hellish month was studying from day till night at various places. MacDonald's, school, KFC, LJS... You get my point.


And that's about it. *finishes long story about O'levels somewhat lamely*


Anyway, back to topic. This post is gonna be one of my very few photo-spam posts because it's all about prom. Nobody in the right state of mind would like to read, in excruciating detail about the description of the place and people. Besides, I'm not all that good at describing.


For one, I have to warn the rest of the prospective prom-goers, prom-shopping is excruciating. Well for one, chances are, your budget's gonna be real tight. And there is this fear that someone in your school would end up wearing the same thing if you end up buying something that looks somewhat common. And at the same time, you're afraid to stand out too much... Yes the common teenage fears.


I was smart enough to just borrow a dress from my aunt. And I got myself a pair of wedges, that I really loved. Therefore, buying the wedges wouldn't be a waste of money seeing that I'm most likely going to wear it again. (love at first sight, whataya think?)

Eye make up.

Before my hair got styled.

Prom-dress/shoes aside, I met Michelle and Zihao at 3pm at her place for me to change just so we could take a cab down to Far East to have our hair and make-up done. Yes, both of us paid $65 to look gorgeous. It's Francis and Jean Hair Salon over at Far East Plaza. I highly recommend that place.


I mean, look at my hair!

With Michelle.

$65 well spent, don't you agree? I just have to say this - I didn't ask for this do. I told the guy to do whatever he wanted with my hair, I wanted to give him free rein. And this was the end result. I bet I have "I ♥Adam Lambert" or "Glambert" written all over my face. Oh well. 


After 2 hours at the salon, the three of us headed over to York Hotel, where our prom is held. (With me feeling completely like a light bulb between the both of them) I saw Yuxiang when I was on climbing up the stairs but he didn't wave, so I figured he couldn't recognise me. 


Put it this way, when I went in. Every head turned in my direction with this expression "o___o?", literally. It's a reflex for me to feel self-conscious the moment I see that because I thought I managed to smudge my make-up up or something. Turns out, nobody could recognise me.

 With Jiayi, Michelle, Jermaine, Carrie and XinMin.

 Jermaine, Jiayi and I squatting because our feet hurt.

 The same girls again, with flash.

With Carrie, Xinmin, Jasmine, Josson, Darrel, Jermaine and Yuxiang.

 Shenging, Prom queen.

With Yuxiang, my bestest friend.

 With Angeline and Xueting

 With Angeline Chua

With Kelly, my poor partner who had to tolerate my nonsense :/

I ended up just cam-whoring while waiting for registration to begin. The moment we're in, the emcee started talking but nobody really wanted to listen because we were all starving. The food was horrid though, in a way. It tasted quite funky, most of it. Nothing memorable, actually.

With Miss K and her daughter.

Berber!

 With Miss Ong, the best chem teacher anyone can ever ask for.

 With Miss Sazryna, my sec 2 form teacher.

With Mdm Zurina, who isn't my teacher technically, but she's nice.

 Leowz. My school mate for 10 years. Who is, also, one of my best mates.

 Brenda, classmates for 2 years, school mates for 10.

 With Helina and Carrie

Amirul!

Basically, it's just cam-whoring between courses, too. Yes I know, my prom is boring. It really is. Nothing interesting really happened. And I wasn't all that lucky, so I didn't win anything at all during the lucky draw thing. So yes. It was basically take photos - eat - take more photos - eat more - take photos -home.

 With Mdm Lim, my form teacher... Umm.. Yes.

With Teckyeow, Jiawei, Taufiq, Denzel, Jonathan, JiaJun and James.

 Huiyi

 With the emcee

With WenJie

With Russell, and my camera, which died halfway.

My hair might look really awesome, but it was a bitch to take down. It took me about 15 minutes to locate and take out all 20 of the bobby pins in my head, half an hour to remove all the hairspray, which included 4 shampoo washes. I was pretty much stuck in the bathroom for about an hour because I was scrubbing myself down from head to toe.

 The back of my hair, when I got home.

After all the food. Haha!

This is what I look like without the bobby pins, and fake eyelashes:

My expression is so typical, I know.

-end of prom-