Dear Orlando Universal,
I will be back! Wait for me! xoxoxo
p/s, Sg can go fuck themselves.
Lots of love,
Ems
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Showing posts with label Obama Land. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Under construction no more
My god!
Dear Orlando Universal,
I will be back! Wait for me! xoxoxo
p/s, Sg can go fuck themselves.
Lots of love,
Ems
Dear Orlando Universal,
I will be back! Wait for me! xoxoxo
p/s, Sg can go fuck themselves.
Lots of love,
Ems
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Imaginary
It's a dreary Saturday morning.
Today is one of those days where I have a million things to do at once, and no inspiration. Staring into the mirror I put on my sun glass, fixed hair and realised life can be miserable.
One day I’m writing a paper on Media Law, and then next my term break is over. I can barely recall the last time I had fun. “Something is missing,” I mumble to myself.
Sometimes if I'm melancholy; it is not because of the endless deadlines. It is the awful knowledge on friends. The mind game was everywhere, friends who pretend to be your friend and then fucking bitch about you (if only I can find the word for it in my brain). I'm tired of people demanding from me and lying right in my face.
When reality hits me in the face it is dreadful, I need to just – get out. Escape. “The pressure on friends and trust is torturing, it is disturbing. I hate it.” I said dryly to my reflection, a little shiver went through me.
Somehow, somewhere deep down inside, I think I kind of miss the life in the States. Life was simple then, although I had no direction in life but I’ve never been happier. When I think of it, I feel a sense of relief. I’m constantly looking back into the photos in search for inspiration and an attempt to cheer myself up.
“I’m someone who is sort of nostalgic and sentimental. (In Ems-way)”
Within seconds, I found myself drifted into this time-travelling machine. Rewind, stop and play – New York City. The smell of New York City is still etched on my mind.
New York City
“Ever fallen in love with somewhere?”
“I did.”
I love New York City. There is something about New York City, something special about it that made me fell in love with the city.
It is the buildings that make the city; it is the people, the central park, the Statue of Liberty, the antique shops, the nightlife, the yellow cabs, the subway system, the anxiety of cultures, race and ages – maybe it is all these that shaped the Big Apple. It is an American dream.
After a good dose of sunny Los Angeles and I couldn’t wait for New York City. I felt a sense of panic as I stepped out the plane.
I suffered a minor state of shock. My version of NYC was always about men in perfectly tailored suit walking down Wall Street and ladies with well manicured fingers and a Harry Winston diamond ring on their middle finger, exclaiming "Oh My God!" as they stroll along Fifth Avenue in their four inches high Prada heels.
As soon as I walk down the streets of 7th Avenue New York, it felt like someone whacked me in the head. It wasn’t the coolest and most hip-and-happening area. The New York City I’ve seen is peopled with different accents, skin colours and financial status. Nothing remotely close to Sex and the City or even The Devil Wears Prada, everything in the movie has been magnified.
Located two blocks away is the subway. “The train do speed up travelling time, and helps to cut traffic and pollution.” I agreed. But travelling through the subway in NYC is still a horrible experience.
When I walked down to the middle of the platform I became nervous. I stood in the cold waiting for the next train; 15 minutes later the trains rumble passed us and stopped. The door opens, and oh god! The stench was unbearable and this was when hell starts.
During the rush hour the train feels like one of those over-crowded parties whereby it is filled with people who smelled like puke, it was a ticket to hell.
“42 Street, Time Square”, the voice came from the speaker. It’s my stop! “Excuse me, Sorry, Excuse me, Sorry Sorry…” I mumble under my breath as I try to push myself out. I managed to get out safely. It was awful, most of the time I try to avoid eye contact, foot stepping and breathing hard in their face.
Whenever I stepped in the station my head starts to spin and is desperate for fresh air. However when it comes to travel, I couldn’t afford to be a prissy princess. I’ve got to bear with it. All I have to do is keep my head down and dream of UrbanOutfitters at the end of the stop.
Time Square
Things were getting very exciting as I first step foot in Time Square. Located in the center of Manhattan lies is a pretty entertaining, glamorous, classy, ambitious yet dirty area. It is surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people; Time Square is more than a dream. It is a place where hopes and expectation were invested by potential people.
Somehow I realized; all the streets in Manhattan have something in common.
“Everyone is running as if they are running for a Nike shoe advertisement!”
Every corner of this busy city is equivalent to a war zone where bright yellow cabs battle long tour buses that battle pedestrians who then battle against time. Why the fuck they need to run? There is 24 hours a day and it is just work! For God sake, it is not a 10 million worth Toto ticket!
Take a chill pill and relax, breathe.
Rockefeller Centre
“Behold!” a voice whispered in my ear.
And I did.
“I cannot describe how I felt when I arrived at the top of the building; it was love at first sight.”
The scenery just puts you at a loss of words.
Standing all the way up Rockefeller Centre and staring down on the glittering city was breathtaking. The sunset was impressive.
“It was better than falling in love.” It is difficult to express properly the whole experience.
Looking down at the city covered with little bright yellow-white gems, seeing small doted people and cars moving across the roads in a systematic pattern were remarkable.
New York City looked flawless for a second.
“This is the many reasons why I love this city,” I said to myself. All I wanted to do was to stand there forever. As I stood there in the wintry night, I found myself secretly wishing that he should have been here with me.
Chinatown
“I am home!” I said with relief when I arrived at Chinatown.
Swallowing almost half of Little Italy, the colorful streets are filled with old buildings, Chinese written signboards, Tang Lungs and lights decoration, it felt like mini Hong Kong during Chinese New Year.
I loved the restaurants and the food - Hong Kong noodle soup with roasted duck and Chinese tea. Every restaurant looked like it was black Friday in a mall; everyone is busy moving around in their own circle.
“Yak gor char siew pau! (One bbq pork bun)” yelled a worker.
“Hai, lei kan! (Yes, coming up!)” responded another worker.
But to them it’s just another day around here. I guess once in awhile, it is nice hearing people speaking in your own dialect.
The end of the journey
Manhattan, NYC is made up by beautiful sunsets, unique building structure, incredible craftsmanship, unexpected surprises, heartbreaking memories and so forth.
“New York, is my first love”
NYC remains as the city which will make one’s heart skip. The city has the ability to make one jump on the next plane and say "New York, here I come!". No one will ever get bored of New York City. It is a city which makes you fall in love all over again and again with their messes of people and places.
xoxo, Miss doom and gloom.
P/s: One day I can be in love with this person, and few months later it is gone. My love is never consistent. Sometime it happens at the wrong time and on the weirdest person ever. Sometimes it happen because of place and when I’m back to reality it never look and feel the same again. Because this heart skipping- stomach flipping secret is temporarily, therefore I don't do-confess.
Our last stop travelling together.
Today is one of those days where I have a million things to do at once, and no inspiration. Staring into the mirror I put on my sun glass, fixed hair and realised life can be miserable.
One day I’m writing a paper on Media Law, and then next my term break is over. I can barely recall the last time I had fun. “Something is missing,” I mumble to myself.
Sometimes if I'm melancholy; it is not because of the endless deadlines. It is the awful knowledge on friends. The mind game was everywhere, friends who pretend to be your friend and then fucking bitch about you (if only I can find the word for it in my brain). I'm tired of people demanding from me and lying right in my face.
When reality hits me in the face it is dreadful, I need to just – get out. Escape. “The pressure on friends and trust is torturing, it is disturbing. I hate it.” I said dryly to my reflection, a little shiver went through me.
Somehow, somewhere deep down inside, I think I kind of miss the life in the States. Life was simple then, although I had no direction in life but I’ve never been happier. When I think of it, I feel a sense of relief. I’m constantly looking back into the photos in search for inspiration and an attempt to cheer myself up.
“I’m someone who is sort of nostalgic and sentimental. (In Ems-way)”
Within seconds, I found myself drifted into this time-travelling machine. Rewind, stop and play – New York City. The smell of New York City is still etched on my mind.
New York City
“Ever fallen in love with somewhere?”
“I did.”
I love New York City. There is something about New York City, something special about it that made me fell in love with the city.
It is the buildings that make the city; it is the people, the central park, the Statue of Liberty, the antique shops, the nightlife, the yellow cabs, the subway system, the anxiety of cultures, race and ages – maybe it is all these that shaped the Big Apple. It is an American dream.
After a good dose of sunny Los Angeles and I couldn’t wait for New York City. I felt a sense of panic as I stepped out the plane.
I suffered a minor state of shock. My version of NYC was always about men in perfectly tailored suit walking down Wall Street and ladies with well manicured fingers and a Harry Winston diamond ring on their middle finger, exclaiming "Oh My God!" as they stroll along Fifth Avenue in their four inches high Prada heels.
As soon as I walk down the streets of 7th Avenue New York, it felt like someone whacked me in the head. It wasn’t the coolest and most hip-and-happening area. The New York City I’ve seen is peopled with different accents, skin colours and financial status. Nothing remotely close to Sex and the City or even The Devil Wears Prada, everything in the movie has been magnified.
Located two blocks away is the subway. “The train do speed up travelling time, and helps to cut traffic and pollution.” I agreed. But travelling through the subway in NYC is still a horrible experience.
When I walked down to the middle of the platform I became nervous. I stood in the cold waiting for the next train; 15 minutes later the trains rumble passed us and stopped. The door opens, and oh god! The stench was unbearable and this was when hell starts.
During the rush hour the train feels like one of those over-crowded parties whereby it is filled with people who smelled like puke, it was a ticket to hell.
“42 Street, Time Square”, the voice came from the speaker. It’s my stop! “Excuse me, Sorry, Excuse me, Sorry Sorry…” I mumble under my breath as I try to push myself out. I managed to get out safely. It was awful, most of the time I try to avoid eye contact, foot stepping and breathing hard in their face.
Whenever I stepped in the station my head starts to spin and is desperate for fresh air. However when it comes to travel, I couldn’t afford to be a prissy princess. I’ve got to bear with it. All I have to do is keep my head down and dream of UrbanOutfitters at the end of the stop.
Time Square
Things were getting very exciting as I first step foot in Time Square. Located in the center of Manhattan lies is a pretty entertaining, glamorous, classy, ambitious yet dirty area. It is surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people; Time Square is more than a dream. It is a place where hopes and expectation were invested by potential people.
Somehow I realized; all the streets in Manhattan have something in common.
“Everyone is running as if they are running for a Nike shoe advertisement!”
Every corner of this busy city is equivalent to a war zone where bright yellow cabs battle long tour buses that battle pedestrians who then battle against time. Why the fuck they need to run? There is 24 hours a day and it is just work! For God sake, it is not a 10 million worth Toto ticket!
Take a chill pill and relax, breathe.
Rockefeller Centre
“Behold!” a voice whispered in my ear.
And I did.
“I cannot describe how I felt when I arrived at the top of the building; it was love at first sight.”
The scenery just puts you at a loss of words.
Standing all the way up Rockefeller Centre and staring down on the glittering city was breathtaking. The sunset was impressive.
“It was better than falling in love.” It is difficult to express properly the whole experience.
Looking down at the city covered with little bright yellow-white gems, seeing small doted people and cars moving across the roads in a systematic pattern were remarkable.
New York City looked flawless for a second.
“This is the many reasons why I love this city,” I said to myself. All I wanted to do was to stand there forever. As I stood there in the wintry night, I found myself secretly wishing that he should have been here with me.
Chinatown
“I am home!” I said with relief when I arrived at Chinatown.
Swallowing almost half of Little Italy, the colorful streets are filled with old buildings, Chinese written signboards, Tang Lungs and lights decoration, it felt like mini Hong Kong during Chinese New Year.
I loved the restaurants and the food - Hong Kong noodle soup with roasted duck and Chinese tea. Every restaurant looked like it was black Friday in a mall; everyone is busy moving around in their own circle.
“Yak gor char siew pau! (One bbq pork bun)” yelled a worker.
“Hai, lei kan! (Yes, coming up!)” responded another worker.
But to them it’s just another day around here. I guess once in awhile, it is nice hearing people speaking in your own dialect.
The end of the journey
Manhattan, NYC is made up by beautiful sunsets, unique building structure, incredible craftsmanship, unexpected surprises, heartbreaking memories and so forth.
“New York, is my first love”
NYC remains as the city which will make one’s heart skip. The city has the ability to make one jump on the next plane and say "New York, here I come!". No one will ever get bored of New York City. It is a city which makes you fall in love all over again and again with their messes of people and places.
xoxo, Miss doom and gloom.
P/s: One day I can be in love with this person, and few months later it is gone. My love is never consistent. Sometime it happens at the wrong time and on the weirdest person ever. Sometimes it happen because of place and when I’m back to reality it never look and feel the same again. Because this heart skipping- stomach flipping secret is temporarily, therefore I don't do-confess.
Our last stop travelling together.Everday is a holiday with you
Can we like, "Save the Sharks!"
For the past four months, I only drink water from Dasani. Dasani, my love.
End
Monday, April 20, 2009
Definitely unexpected.
Its just a story, it is not as depressing as it sounds.
“Oh fuck! I’m in trouble,” she whispered softly to herself. She quietly looks at him while he was slouching lazily on the plush brown couch looking exhausted after a long day of work.
He is an unexpected surprise.
She felt something in him that attracts her. “Eeewww! Him?” she laughed. It couldn’t be true, maybe her imagination was simply running wild like a mad stallion trapped in a blazing ring.
She exhales slowly, “I’m just hallucinating.”
At that instant, she blamed it on the winter, maybe boredom. “Let’s take a closer look!” she added. It was then he turned, she quickly look away feeling slightly embarrassed. She felt an instant twist in her stomach; her body was numb while her heart was like a beating drum. Being totally unaware of the moments that were conspiring against her, she’s fallen for him. She barely knew him; and they were worlds apart. That night, she diving straight down to hell.
“America, what have I done to you to deserve this,” she asked silently.
Each time they meet, she tries to find clarity in his eyes; was it the little things he did or that was just the way he made her feel. He became a piece of memory she cannot erase. He really had no idea what he was capable of. His uniqueness was like an ecstasy, where she couldn’t get enough of it.
Soon, he became an absolutely joy to look at though there was nothing attractive about him. He is the type of guy whose head you’d like to spend some time in but he isn’t the perfect man art. There was nothing sexy, nothing remotely close to an English bloke - David Beckham or Robert Pattinson.
The memories of the days they spent together slowly haunt her day and night. She couldn’t bear to recount the criteria he failed to accomplish as the perfect man art and her “list – of the man-to-date”. “What could I possibly like about him?" she repeatedly asks herself every night before falling asleep.
Things were going to be different. As days started, nights ended and days passed once more, she prays every night for it to be a dream. But he was both a dream and a nightmare. The line in between the two kills her, over and over and over again….
That morning he became too much for her to handle.
It was a beautiful winter morning; the sun shines through the sliding door, forcing its way between the navy blue curtains. She stretched lazily on her bed. She sat up straight and gazed over to her right. He was asleep, more tranquil than ever. She watched his beautiful face as he breathed softly. “I know almost nothing about you.” she blurts out. Time stood still for her, she recalls the words and laughter exchanged and the lengthy conversation they used to have.
She craned her neck upwards, took a deep breathe and steadied herself. “You could only be my dream,” she said as she titled her chin down, lips pursed. She felt tears rolling down her cheek, they just kept on coming.
The dreadful depression started kicking in as she sits on her bed starring blankly at the curtains. “What the fuck happen to me!?!?” she asked annoyingly. She wished this could stop.
She fallen in love with someone she shouldn't have fallen in love with. It was the biggest mistake she made. As she stepped out the plane, she turns her head to the right and doesn’t see him by her side she nodded and smile. All the memories with him could only be a good dream that must be burn away.
As she types this, the enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She realized that he can never be the one who walk her through life. He will always remain as her America’s-little-secret.
Till then,
xoxo
P/s. I starting to love Azmyl's class. *Screams* Media Law aaaahhhhhhhh-
“Oh fuck! I’m in trouble,” she whispered softly to herself. She quietly looks at him while he was slouching lazily on the plush brown couch looking exhausted after a long day of work.
He is an unexpected surprise.
She felt something in him that attracts her. “Eeewww! Him?” she laughed. It couldn’t be true, maybe her imagination was simply running wild like a mad stallion trapped in a blazing ring.
She exhales slowly, “I’m just hallucinating.”
At that instant, she blamed it on the winter, maybe boredom. “Let’s take a closer look!” she added. It was then he turned, she quickly look away feeling slightly embarrassed. She felt an instant twist in her stomach; her body was numb while her heart was like a beating drum. Being totally unaware of the moments that were conspiring against her, she’s fallen for him. She barely knew him; and they were worlds apart. That night, she diving straight down to hell.
“America, what have I done to you to deserve this,” she asked silently.
Each time they meet, she tries to find clarity in his eyes; was it the little things he did or that was just the way he made her feel. He became a piece of memory she cannot erase. He really had no idea what he was capable of. His uniqueness was like an ecstasy, where she couldn’t get enough of it.
Soon, he became an absolutely joy to look at though there was nothing attractive about him. He is the type of guy whose head you’d like to spend some time in but he isn’t the perfect man art. There was nothing sexy, nothing remotely close to an English bloke - David Beckham or Robert Pattinson.
The memories of the days they spent together slowly haunt her day and night. She couldn’t bear to recount the criteria he failed to accomplish as the perfect man art and her “list – of the man-to-date”. “What could I possibly like about him?" she repeatedly asks herself every night before falling asleep.
Things were going to be different. As days started, nights ended and days passed once more, she prays every night for it to be a dream. But he was both a dream and a nightmare. The line in between the two kills her, over and over and over again….
That morning he became too much for her to handle.
It was a beautiful winter morning; the sun shines through the sliding door, forcing its way between the navy blue curtains. She stretched lazily on her bed. She sat up straight and gazed over to her right. He was asleep, more tranquil than ever. She watched his beautiful face as he breathed softly. “I know almost nothing about you.” she blurts out. Time stood still for her, she recalls the words and laughter exchanged and the lengthy conversation they used to have.
She craned her neck upwards, took a deep breathe and steadied herself. “You could only be my dream,” she said as she titled her chin down, lips pursed. She felt tears rolling down her cheek, they just kept on coming.
The dreadful depression started kicking in as she sits on her bed starring blankly at the curtains. “What the fuck happen to me!?!?” she asked annoyingly. She wished this could stop.
She fallen in love with someone she shouldn't have fallen in love with. It was the biggest mistake she made. As she stepped out the plane, she turns her head to the right and doesn’t see him by her side she nodded and smile. All the memories with him could only be a good dream that must be burn away.
As she types this, the enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She realized that he can never be the one who walk her through life. He will always remain as her America’s-little-secret.
Till then,
xoxo
P/s. I starting to love Azmyl's class. *Screams* Media Law aaaahhhhhhhh-
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Take me higher, LA
I tend to have this image of LA - fashionable human size plastic dolls enjoying glamorous party, sex, drugs, and art.What do you think of Los Angeles?
Tell me yours, I'll tell you more.
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