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2009-04-14T22:10:00.004+08:00

And the revival of my blog can only be caused by this very special person.

* Name: 王子 / Wang Zi
* Also known as: Prince
* Real name: 邱勝翊 / Qiu Sheng Yi
* Profession: Actor and singer
* Birthdate: 1989-Apr-14
* Birthplace: Taiwan
* Height: 173cm
* Weight: 53kg
* Star sign: Aries
* Chinese zodiac: Snake
* Blood type: O
* Family: Younger brother/actor Mao Di

I first fell in love in Brown Sugar Macchiato (also known as Hei Tang Ma Qi Duo) and subsequently in other shows such as The Legend of Brown Sugar Chivalries (Hei Tan Qun Xia Zhuan) and his guest appearance in It Started With A Kiss 2. He is one of the most charming and most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. That's that. Heck those who say he has a motive behind everything he does, or who say he looks like a girl. Which he is not, on both cases.

Anyway, today is his twentieth birthday, so a very happy birthday to my dearest Wang Zi!

Here you go. Some pictures for you to gawk in his supreme beauty. Please don't drool over this page. And whatever criticism, just tag my board. If. You. Dare.

2009-02-18T15:09:00.004+08:00

*sighs*

When I start my blog entry with a sigh, it is a very bad omen.

Is it the heat? Or the upcoming tests? Or the tournaments/ competitions that are coming up?

I am guessing that it is a real unhealthy combination of all three.

*ATTENTION : LONG POST COMING UP. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.*

*sighs* I do understand the stress, the disgustingly tall piles of workload, the constant battering of teachers. I really do. In addition, being a senior, I am going to meet one of my life's turning point. If I am able to score in my major exams, it will determine that I had gone up a rung in my ladder. If I was to be just simply mediocre, I would probably remain the position I am in right now. Of course, there is the worst, in which I slipped down a few rungs.

In my opinion, there are many ways to face a challenge. There is the bold and brash way in which you face it head on. Of course, a bump on your head would appear, which would be followed by an unpleasant sensation called pain. Then, there is the way of a coward. Inching forward slowly, in fear that there would be sudden attacks from nowhere. Of course, I would strongly recommend these people to check themselves in a mental ward.

But, down to business. Stress is unavoidable in this society, Singapore, in which we affectionately describe ourselves as "kiasu", which is a literal way of saying, scared of losing. No one can drop out of the rat race that human greed had created. No one.

However, we can find ways to relieve us the dinosaur-sized stress and pain. There are many, each catering to a different person altogether. After all, one man's meat is another man's poison.

Some people prefer to eat what they call their "comfort food". Food that makes you feel good, but yet sinfully guilty. It ranges from the typical chocolates and candies, to sipping glasses of fine wine, to the fast food that calories are uncountable. Of course, a flip of the coin reveals strange food choices. I have heard of people eating Milo powder. With raw eggs. *shudders*

Some seek their relief spiritually. Through God, or their respective Gods from different religions. And I personally think that is a fabulous way of relieving your stress. Not only you improve your relationship with God, it is also a healthy way to sap out all that unwanted emotions.

And the list goes on and on and on ... Of course, I could say more, but this post would simply get so draggy, so I'll spare your eyes.

If you know me personally, I am your perfect embodiment of a "banana". Yellow (Asian) on the outside, white (Caucasion) on the inside. Despite the types of degratory labels that my fellow race might put on me, I do want to be that English-speaking, seemingly to be on par with the westerners, type of girl. However, believe it or not. I seek my relief by listening to romantic love songs, and of course, watching my adored cliche love dramas. In chinese. Shocker, ain't it? Of course, that does not apply if you already know me. But yeah. That is the true me. Fervently trying to speak and write good English, but yet my alter ego surfaces at home, where I plop myself in front of the computer screen and just glue my eyes to the screen, wishing that the fairytale in front of me actually existed, and those reel-life couples would become real-life couples.

Desperate, huh? Oh well. That's Phoebe to you. However, as long as I get those stress out of my system, I am happy.

WOW. Look at that length. I did not even realise how long-winded I have became. Before your poor eyeballs drop off, I shall stop here and spare you all the trouble of popping them back in. :D

PS : Best of luck for everyone! Whether is it for career, studies, romance, friendship or family, good luck! :D

2009-02-14T21:02:00.004+08:00

No love can surpass the love that a mother has for her child.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope that everyone will learn to appreciate their parents. Image is courtesy of abksthoughts.blogspot.com

And here is a lovely song to round off my post. I promise a longer post after this hectic week, compacted with tests after tests after tests ... You get my point. :D

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand Hold it tight

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
what they can't explain
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be in my heart, always
Always

2009-01-30T21:27:00.002+08:00

A complete nightmare.

Every now and then, the increasing amount of stress that is mounting on me gets too heavy for me to hold. And I let go. I aspire to be those who are worry-free, and truly embody the phrase, "Hakuna Matata". No commitments, no responsibilities, no expectations, no fear.

Some say, pressure brings out the best in people. But, I have to disagree. Sometimes, too much pressure makes someone really succumb and go under. I am one of them.

I realise the importance of 'O's. I really do. And I really do want to strive and give my best. But, it's easier said than done. Let's not forget about temptations, other commitments, and personal feelings.

A glass pitcher with cracks will leak when filled with water. I really do not want to end up like that pitcher.

2009-01-24T19:25:00.004+08:00

Being an avid reader, I constantly feel the need to search for new material. Sadly, my meager book collection did not support my interest. Hence, I had to resort to re-reading Harry Potter. A cliche, yes, but at least I had SOMETHING to read. And, I chanced upon a word, which set me thinking.

Binoculars are great equipment. To watch birds, people, and the list goes on. However, binoculars allow you to only see this much. *place hands at the sides of each eye* This much. Sure, it gives you a great close-up of that beautiful Trumpter (FYI : It's a lovely waterfowl that costs about a thousand.) or that European hunk that just seemed gorgeous in his smart suit. However, anything else cannot be seen, unless you swerve that pricey binoculars to the right or the left. Who knows? Beside that waterfowl is a predator, waiting to spring on its unsuspecting prey. And dangling on that European hunk's arm, is an equally dazzling European lady with dress sense better than yours. (CUE : *sobs*)

Perhaps, this analogy is not appropriate. Anyway, the chunk of gibberish boils down to one thing. Perspective. Not everything is as bad or as good as it seems. Everyone always seem to say, "Oh, just look at it in a positive light." OR "Let's be optimistic about it." But they never tell you how to. Which is the downfall of many.

So I say, everyday, just think of one happy thing. Be it, "Oh! I found a five-cents coin on the ground!" OR "One, two, three, four, five, ... six! YES! That's one less pimple since last month!" OR "My crush actually looked in MY direction! YAY!"

There are many things in life to be happy about, to rejoice about. Despite the fact that the bad things outweigh the good things, so what? At least you have at least one tiny thing to rejoice about. That you are alive. :D

Phoebe's list of HAPPY things :)

(1) She had helped her mother prepare for reunion dinner. This shows that she is approaching maturity soon! YAY!

(2) Although the Yiruma's albums are still MIA, she bought a lovely substitute. A Disney soundtrack! :D Forgive her. She's still a child at heart.

See? You can DO it, if you WANT to. Make your list of happy things TODAY! :D

2009-01-19T21:18:00.002+08:00

The universe is made up of planets which are made up of land which is made up of continents which are made up of countries which are made up of nations which are made up of districts which are made up of families which are made up of humans which are made up of systems which are made up of organs which are made up of tissues which are made up of cells.

Despite how insignificant I am as an individual, I will do my best to make a difference. Because I will then influence my family which will influence the district ...

I feel empowered today. Which explains my feeble attempt to sound "deep". *laughs* Today was enriching. YES. YOU HEARD ME. Phoebe Low thought that the retreat was enriching.

If who I am is what I have, then if what I have is lost, then who am I?

OK ENOUGH! Sorry, quote overload. Shall sign off here then. :D

2009-01-18T17:59:00.003+08:00

NEWSFLASH : The poem in the previous post was a BEAUTIFUL and MARVELLOUS literature piece, which was why I posted it up for everyone to enjoy. However, people have been coming up to me to say that my blog is very depressing, and so I would like to clarify. I AM NOT DEPRESSED. No more misunderstandings people. :D

Now that everything had been clarified, I can continue my REAL post for today.

The following is for the benefit of someone.

The ultimate formula for the faraway land seems difficult to achieve, but yet it is as simple as ABC. Everyone knows that they really cannot have their piece of faraway land, and perfection seems near to impossible. So, faraway land does not exist anymore. No little own world that you can hide in, to avoid all the problems staring at you, no more convenient excuse to use,when faced with confrontations. No more. Zilch.

However, so what if faraway land does not exist anymore? Humans were not created to be introverts, but to be extroverts and share emotions with those around. So, let's suck it all up, and live a full life in the REAL world, because this is where it all matters. Imaginary friends don't last, but real friends do. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day, or the next ...

All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.

That sweetness is happiness.

I sincerely wish everyone a happy day today, and the next day, and the next day, and the next ...

PS : For the benefit of Ms Ziling, I shall uncomfortably use Singlish in my written English la. There, done. No complaints now. :D

2009-01-14T21:31:00.002+08:00

A short poem to describe my emotions now.

And the journey started with a song,
a great ballad from yesterday.
The pilgrims plight,
is and endless flight,
to the land called Faraway

On the journey he saw shades of night,
and he passed through skies of gray.
But, he stayed forthright,
as he searched for light,
and the land called Faraway.

On the journey he made countless friends,
and avoided countless enemies.
And he prayed each night,
that he'd earn the right,
to the land called Faraway.

Though, he longed for glory,
his body grew old and fray.
A soul long lost,
is the dreamers cost,
in the land called Faraway.

He lay down in a green meadow,
for he knew his time was nigh.
He relived each scene,
of his minds sweet dreams,
to the land of Faraway.

And though each breath was labored,
each heartbeat found the truth.
And he saw that life,
was both joy and strife,
in the land called Faraway.

And as the darkness took him,
his hopes were bright and gay.
For he'd be one,
with the setting sun,
and the land called Faraway.

Where is my Faraway?

2009-01-10T16:16:00.002+08:00

I added a new section to my newfound blog. It is called "Requisites" and it means "Need". I NEED my Yiruma's albums. I NEED May 2007 Vogue, September 2004 Vogue, November 1999 Vogue. I NEED to get those yummy white shirts by Gap that is featured on May 2007 Vogue.

Alrighty. Enough yakking.

I NEED THEM! Anyone who has any of these, please do drop me a tag! We will bargain for prices. :D

I am completely in love with Agyness Deyn. And her fantabulous hair. Sure, I am not going to dye my hair platinum blonde. BUT, after March, Phoebe is going pixie crop! HOORAY!

Anyway, less talking, more ogling. Let me show you why I am so in love with Agyness Deyn, Matt Gordon, and two newcomers to Phoebe's favourite models. Gemma Ward and Chanel Iman.

*look at previous post*

HAPPY OGLING!

2009-01-10T16:00:00.009+08:00

Agyness Deyn Chanel Iman Gemma Ward

And lastly but definitely not the least of all, MATT GORDON!

2009-01-09T22:05:00.002+08:00

The phone went "GREEN, GREEN!" And I went to PINK it up. I said, "YELLOW? How are BLUE?"

HAHAHA. I needed a joke. And so do you. :D

2009-01-06T17:24:00.004+08:00

My emotions are rather ... mixed.

Cloud nine, for finally showing a hint of responsibility in my muddle-headed character.
Disgusted, for realising that humanity is really ugly.
Anxious, for not knowing the number of choir members.
Relieved, for knowing that imaginary truckloads of homework had diminished into only carloads.
Intoxicated, in the very presence of Agnyess Deyn, my ultra-favourite female model, and Matt Gordon, my ultra-favourite male model.
Immersed, in family, school, choir, ballet ... (it's in running order.)

And weary. Completely bone-breaking, mind-exhausting type of weariness.

I am really tired. Tied-down by so many commitments, each as important as the other.

But don't worry. I am not being "emo". Just relating my feelings.

2009-01-04T20:08:00.002+08:00

The first ray of warm sunshine shot through grey clouds of despair. Soon, the grey clouds disappeared as warmth fills the room.

That is my exact emotions right now. I sincerely thank those who encouraged me. It was because of your words that made me rejuvenate myself, and become the Phoebe I know. The grey clouds will only leave a trace in my heart, as sunshine dominates all. I feel fine now.

I would like to just mention a few words about Mr. Yiruma, whose very music comforts my soul. As you can hear, his music dominates my blog. And I feel that it is necessary to share Yiruma's music to everyone, so that, they can have a comforted soul too, just like me. Thank you.

2009-01-03T14:39:00.002+08:00

Mutters and whispers filled the hall. Question marks took center stage, and suspicions arose. Those who knew, squirmed uncomfortably in their seats. The last note lingered in the air, with occasional splutters from the microphone.

It was downright humiliating.

The fact that the choir is an extremely "last-minute" choir, I had learned to accept it, and just get on with life. The fact that the choir is not as superb as the other choirs, I had learned to accept it. There are many things about choir that I had accepted, both positive and negative.

However, today was ... The emotions that I felt were simply indescribable. Desperation just oozed out of my pores, hoping that I would be able to turn back time, and do a better job altogether. Hoping that I should have been better in leading. Hoping that perhaps I would ... There are many "I would ... I would" but the past is the past. No matter how much regret I am feeling right now, I could not turn back time and redid it again.

Please revive all hope in me again, revive that very spark that led me to be enthusiastic about the choir, revive that perkiness in me that despite how many times I screwed up, it would always be there, encouraging the others, motivating the others, consoling the others. I am not losing interest. I am just losing hope. Something that will affect my interest.

But I promise each and every one of my beloved choir members. I would never show it to you. I promise.

"Denial is the first step to success." you think?

2009-01-02T22:15:00.003+08:00

I am completely in love with our new slogan for choir.

"Talking is SILVER. Singing is GOLD."

I mean, it was completely awesome. And of course, credit to the creator, Nicole, who was very upset with us indeed. Completely, wickedly genius. And of course, a little jab to the debate club with those words there.

I am completely in a "choirish" mode right now. You should have checked out the corner near the music room. Completely spiffy, and I must say that we ( HUGE Janice, Wendi, Deonn, Nicole, and me) had done a rather dandy job with the marketing of CHOIR. Although I had no idea why we were so against the debators all of a sudden. *secret evil laugh*

Oh well, CCA fair tomorrow. And I do want to look fresh. SO wish the choir good luck, my dear amigos!

2009-01-01T12:34:00.000+08:00

Today is the last day of 2008. And in shortly 11 hours, 2009 will arrive. With new resolutions, new ambitions, new hopes and new challenges.

2008 had been an eventful year for me. I was thrown a leadership role that I could neither reject nor share it. And throughout the whole year, I struggled to not drown in the deep waters that my seniors created for me, trusting me that I would be able to survive it. There were times in which I tread water and it was all because of the efforts of my excellent teammates. Now that 2008 had come to an end, I had learned many valuable things from my experience. It sounds cliche because everyone says that, but it is indeed true.

A tiny shrimp took up the role as a chairperson, and hopefully, a shark will then retire gracefully for the next generation.

2008-12-30T16:57:00.001+08:00

I feel so proud of myself, as if I had accomplished something as great as conquering Mount Everest. Phoebe, technology retard, had FINALLY learned the ropes of editing the template of a blog. And may I emphasize on the word, "finally".

*looks around*

Pretty spiffy, huh? Well, I am going to celebrate my sweet victory by indulging myself with one of those sinfully delish chocolate and peanut butter cups that Janice gave me. After all, what is better to celebrate a victory than chocolate? :)