April 12, 2010

  • No more please

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    I've learnt a hard lesson recently - somehow or rather, you'll always attract the same kind of person as your friend or you tend to befriend people of similar character as you.

    If you don't believe me, you try and think back on all the friends/people you met and you'll realise what I'm saying is right somehow.

    Very very unfortunately, I'm very drawn to a type of friend - the selfish detached ones.

    Probably because I'm one too.
    People know me long enough will realise that seldom I'll be the one asking or calling my friends for meet up.
    Neither will I contact them to chit chat and ask if they're doing fine.
    I rather be staying in my own circle and I'm perfectly ok not to meet my friends for decades.

    But I have a very deadly difference with those selfish detached people - I tend to cherish the friendship too much that I end up hurting myself.

    From time to time I keep asking myself not to treasure friendship too much. This way then I won't get myself very hurt.

    But unfortunately I just can't change this character of mine.

    "Magnets of the same poles either repels, or they'll become fatal attractions to each other"
    ---- A.C.

    And it truly hurts, right all the way into the centre of the Heart.

    Intentionally or Unintentionally, words kill.
    It stabs harder if it's said at the wrong time, wrong place and the wrong words.

    And what's the most deadly thing is, once words is said there's no taking back.

    It's ok, I'm gonna be strong.
    And I know I have to.

    Because from now on, I shall not want to befriend such people anymore.
    I won't want to have any close friends who have the same character like me that attracts me so much it hurts.

    I won't slash away my existing friendships though. It's just that from now on, people that I know will have a double line to cross unlike those friends that I used to have. I won't be like the past to cherish friends known for long and understands each other.

    I've made more than enough mistakes in the past to blame myself for the rest of my life and I can't afford to make other mistakes to have friends that might hurt me unintentionally.

    Yes call me selfish. Call me a selfish bitch who only cares about no one but myself. You've never been in my shoe you've never experienced what I been through since I was young.

    My life is more drama than you think. I should have been more selfish and private since no one including my own close friend believes me.

    Then again, no point stating all these now. The one and only lie that I ever ever ever said is "I forgot" and it has already becomes a big sin.

    No more of these.... From now on.

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

April 6, 2010

  • Wahaha...


    This photo of me hilarious!!!

    I was looking through my webcam photos and I come across this!

    I seriously can't recall when I took this photo at all! The bad thing about webcams... They don't have date tag on the photo! Well at least mine don't...

    My first look at this photo and I was like "OMFG what was I thinking when I took this photo? It's so funny!". AND I LOOK AWFULLY FAT~! (I AM fat anyways... )

    Anyways, I'm going back to gym on a regular basis again (I hope?). My nights are not gonna be affect by work, part time, home affairs, blah blah blah... I want to make time for gym and I will.

    This time, I'm not gonna be relying just on classes but also on treadmills, swimming pools and other machines. I'm thinking of making the attempt to try BodyPump too! This is one class that I don't even want to do back in those days when I'm still working at Planet Fitness.

    Love those feeling of sweating it out and whole body aching. I think something's wrong up my brain. I REALLY DO LOVE THOSE FEELINGS! I rather be gyming with all the aches than to tell myself to eat less and suffer the cravings from food. So if you people love me, please don't try to pursuade me not to go gym. And those who hate me should ask me to go more! Don't you evil sluts and brats love seeing me in pain?

    And I'm thinking if I should take up exotic dance again. Then again, my flexiblity is not there anymore. Guess I should only go back exotic dancing after more yoga sessions?

    Plus, with my attempt to be more active on my makeup blog http://autumncandy.onsugar.com/ I might be doing more tutorials, reviews, taking up more make up assignments (which is what I'm suppose to be doing) and TFCDs and hence I might be blogging less bitchings here.

    But then, this is my beloved blog~! I swear I won't abandon here and leave no entries for very long. (Unless there's some other reasons like I'm travelling, I got no internet access etc...)

    Till then, *yawnz* I need my beauty sleep. My dark circles and eye bags are still as bad as the photos above.

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

March 29, 2010

  • The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels

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    When I was checking the Wrestlemania Twitter updates on my iPhone this morning, I almost break down and cry.

    My all-time love Shawn Michaels lost to the Undertaker. Again. At Wrestlemania.

    This match is not just a lost in a PPV (pay per view) event.

    This is a retirement match, which means that if he lose, his career is gone.

    From morning till now I'm holding back all my tears. For the first time I really felt a sharp pain that a wrestler I love is gonna be gone for good.

    I've been watching HBK since I was young.

    From Primary to Secondary, from Secondary to Polytechinic, from Polytechnic to work, from work to get married.

    I always love his entrance, his theme song "Sexy Boy" and his signature poses, his Sweet Chin Music.

    His entrance theme song was my all-time favourite ringtone and I've once used this as my ringtone for years.

    My dream was to see him in person but unfortunately he had never once came to Singapore during the World tour because he's always under RAW and it's usually SMACKDOWN! That's coming to Singapore.

    Saving up to go USA to see him in person is impossible as I was still schooling then and even if I manage to get enough fund my everything-no-no father would not allow me to go.

    When I didn't manage to win the WWE impersonation contest by starhub previously I was upset that I didn't put in as much effort like the rest to win my chance to go and see him the last time.

    Because I know very well that as much as I wanted him to win, his time is almost up.

    But still, I can't accept that he's gonna retire at the age of 45.

    He is the showstopper.
    He is the heart break kid.
    He is the Mr Wrestlemania.
    He is Shawn Michaels.

    He has accompanied me to brave through many exams (seriously, I would watch those wrestling till late at night even though I know I'm sitting for exams the next day and because his actions motivated me, I did well for all those exams) he is the reason why I watch Channel 5 when I was anti-English because my English sucks. If not for him and WWE my English would have been worst.

    His charm and chrisma will always be remembered. Even though he may no longer be in WWE anymore, his famous phase will always be with me.

    "We've got 2 words for you"

    SUCK IT!

    Shawn Michaels, thank you for giving me a memorial childhood. An idol since I was 10.

    Thank you for all the entertainment you've bring to me all these years.

    Thank you Shawn Michaels for your 25 years of Wrestling career. :)

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

March 24, 2010

  • Before I say die...

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    No more macdonald's in the middle of the night

    No more pratas, roti john, milo dinosaur or longan drink at 2am

    No more drinking of alcohol

    No more food after 8 unless I've skip dinner to go to gym

    No more saying of no time to gym 5 times a week

    No more excuse to skip combat

    No more reason to skip yoga

    No more complains to run

    No more lazy body to jam

    No more claiming of fat body cannot swim

    No more of these to go back to my original number

    No more gaining weight for the sake of anyone

    P/s: Now that CNY is over and my mission accomplish, time to go back to my normal size.

    P/p/s: I have two drafts before this that somehow I just can't finish it. Almost finish one but I'm still thinking if I should publish it now or after I leave my current working place lols. There's nothing about the shitty job though, just that the draft includes some people here. =P

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

March 15, 2010

  • I'm not an Ong pt. 2

    I decided that I better make some clarification before people start bombing me with dreadful questions and saying negative stuffs about me.

    For the non Chinese educated, the surname 王 can be Wang, Ong, Wong, Heng or Ng depending on what is your dialect.

    Apparently I'm saying I'm not an Ong not because my surname is not 王, but because instead of following the family to be Ong I'm a Wang.

    And there's several reasons why I'm awfully happy and glad that I'm not an Ong (which makes me sound like not part of the family).

    FIRST and FOREMOST, I'm not in good terms with my dad.

    He and mummy already separated for years and he had uncountable number of affairs, the more notorious one will be his current affair where he would spend his money on that woman's children rather than my brother (who is his own FLESH AND BLOOD).

    Not to forget he actually quarrelled with my uncle over this old slut. Oh dramamana. (Apparently I heard that for the sake of this woman my dad and my uncle don't talk anymore. Anyone got the real insider info to feed me?)

    If not because i'm already married I actually had the intention to change my surname to follow my mum's but then again, no point changing cos people will still address me as AC or Candy. Plus my current marrital status sooner or later people will just address me as Mrs Tay. (That sounds totally OLD! Me shall still make people call me Candy until I'm comfortable with Mrs Tay.)

    And sadly, mummy disapproved this idea of changing my surname. :(

    Yeah some of you people might start saying negative stuffs like "even so he's still your dad", "you're awfully wicked to be so disrespectful to your father" and etc.

    Worst is to hear those f*cking people saying "you'll have your retribution".

    But right in the first place, were you people around when he beat me and kicked me and hold a knife and tried to kill me and said he want to disown me?

    NONE. None of you outsiders are there to witness anything.

    So shut your traps if you think you're in the correct position to talk. And retribution? I think you Fact-turners should get your dose of retribution first.

    And to be honest, I'm not in close terms with my paternal relatives.

    The older cousins are having age gap of 10 years and above, and the younger ones are in seconday school now.

    And those around my age are all BOYS. To be truthful for once, how many people will be real damn close to your cousin of the opposite sex who are of around the same age?

    Not many right?

    And seriously, no doubt that I never dislike any of my cousins, I always feel that my cousins dislike me.

    The elder ones will probably think that because I'm a crybaby when I was young so I'm irritating. And when my parents separated all think I'm siding my mum to oppose my dad is very very wicked (one even called my mummy an old wicked witch and me the young evil wicked witch) so they might dislike me even further.

    And oh, one major important thing that contributes to the reason why I think they don't like me.

    Cos I don't gamble much except blackjack and I don't know mahjong. My paternal elder cousins are all queens of mahjong.

    Don't bother asking me to learn cos even if I master it I doubt I even want to play with them to suffer those sacarstic remarks like me being late bloomer, my mahjong skills are bad etc etc.

    The younger female ones? They will probably think that I'm some cheapo who don't carry labels and always wear cheap clothes. Plus I seldom mingle with them so less communication = less understanding and hence = not close.

    And oh did I mention my younger male cousins are a bunch of mahjong freaks too?

    Uncles and aunties wise is even worst. Because they're the elders I respect them, but I'm close with none of them.

    Did I even leave out an important event?

    Once my dad got his siblings to come over and confront mummy and my uncles and aunts came. The way they claim to solve our family problem is NOT to allow my mum to have her dinner and insisted for some stupid solution, making her fainted at home. I was begging and pleading them to allow mummy to go for dinner but they refused. When I shouted at them asking them to let go of my mum and allow her to eat they even scold me for being disrespectful and rude to them.

    PLEASE LOR!!! Who are the ones starving my mum when she got bad gastric problem and refused to allow her to have dinner until late at night! And my late is after midnight! Disrespectful? You who scold me disrespectful is my 5th uncle's wife. My dad is the 3rd son and that makes my mum YOUR elder sister in law. Who is the disrespectful one you tell me?

    Oh what a drama family I have. Tons of drama enough to be scripted into a show. *whatever*

    To be honest, I'm very comfortable being different surname with the rest of my paternal cousins.

    That only shows how different I am from them.

    And apparently, some irritating people left a comment in my facebook that I just need to show my IC instead of a picture of my late grandma's obituary.

    I didn't know nowadays IC are so advanced that they'll include the names of your extended family to show how similar/different you are from them.

    Obviously I'm showing my grandma's obituary is to show that even though I'm born in the Ong family, I don't carry the surname Ong.

    So next time. Don't try to be clever when you know you're not because you can't read my mind.

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

March 4, 2010

  • I'm not an Ong

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    I was kinda irritated when I was talking to a mandarin speaking customer today.

    Customer: "你叫什么名字?"
    What's your name?

    Me: "林先生我叫Candy"
    My name is Candy, Mr Lim

    Customer: "那你姓什么?"
    Then what's your surname?

    Me: "我姓王"
    My surname is Wang

    Customer: "哦,你叫Candy Ong啊?"
    Oh, you're called Candy Ong ah?

    For everybody's info, my surname is not Ong and is never Ong.

    I was never ever part of the Ong's family.

    Looking at my grandma's obituary page few years back, you'll realise it's very easy to spot me.

    All my paternal cousins are of surname Ong except me. (Disregard the only one who's Lo because she's my aunt's daughter and she follow her dad's surname.)

    I am Wang.

    Surprise? Not.

    My dad stated this surname Wang in my birth certification when I was born. I have no choice of my own to choose if I am a Wang or Ong.

    But I'm actually quite happy being a Wang.

    It's unique (at least it is in Singapore?) and I share the same surname as my favourite designer Vera Wang.

    I am proud to be a Wang and I have absolutely no plans to change my surname to Ong to accomodate my paternal side.

    Told you I was a problem kid.

    P/s: My name is covered because that name is something that I wanna keep secret for the time being at least on my blog. I just don't feel comfortable if everyone knows me by Autumn Candy already gets to know my Chinese name is so close to AC. =)

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

March 3, 2010

  • Geeko-meanie


    I haven't been blogging for 10 days!
    *sad face*

    I'll usually be damn busy during the end and the start of the month.

    Work is still like shit as usual but who doesn't have any bad days at work before? (Probably I'm being more unlucky, I have 5 days out of 5 that are unlucky!)

    Okie what was I doing for the past few days...

    Work.steamboat.eating
    arguingwithmanagerofrestaurant
    makingpeoplecry
    cursingandswearingatwork
    chitchatfromdusktilldawn
    asthmaattack
    watchwrestling
    dinnerwithmotherandmotherinlaw
    beingbulliedbypeoplewhoabusedtheirauthorities
    pubbinganddrinking
    makeupassignment
    consolingfriendtogetoverherbastardboyfriend

    Difficulty in reading?

    Then it's time you get a pair of glasses.
    Probably something like mine? =)

    And yes I'm so busy (as you can SEE) I didn't have time to step into the gym. Ultimate saddness!!!

    Thou shall make time for gym 4 times from next week onwards.
    But another sad thing is, my gym mates will ALL be in Korea next week. -_-"

    Time to wear those bikinis I bought when I'm in Phuket.

    Anyone keen to go swimming with me?

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

February 22, 2010

  • Where's the green?

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    I was looking at myself in the mirror today after I'm done with make up.

    Base? Checked.

    Foundation? Checked.

    Eyebrows? Checked. (I have to draw my eyebrows before stepping out of my house everyday ever since I'm addicted to bleached brows!)

    Eyeliner? Checked.

    Eye shadows? Checked.

    Blusher? Checked.

    (I'll skip mascara during normal working days to ease and minimize the time needed to remove them at night.)

    Lip gloss? Checked.

    But I still feel something is not right.

    Foundation colour? Slightly lighter than my skin tone yes but then it'll be just nice when it oxidized. So no problem.

    Eyebrows? Basically I just need to touch up the ends so not much of an issue too. No problem either.

    Eyeliner? I'm using the usual black with shimmer. Nothing special with my eyeliner too.

    Eyeshadow? The usual mineralise dark brown shade that I've been using ever since magazines claims mineral make up is ok even when you're in the gym.

    Blusher? M.A.C's mineralise blusher can't go too wrong either.

    Lip gloss? There's nothing too pale or too red about it either.

    Then what's wrong???

    I can't help but to refer back to those pictures that I took in the past.

    The moment I see those pictures I knew where my problem lies.

    I'VE NOT BEEN USING ANYTHING GREEN ON MY FACE FOR AN AWFUL LONG TIME!!!

    Recalling back, my very first eyeshadow shade was green before violet.

    So does my very first mascara and eyeliner.

    I used to wear green contacts very often too. Like almost everyday.

    Even till date, among my contact lens collection I have 40% of them being green lens.

    Green apparently is my favourite colour all these while. But I don't understand why nowadays I seldom see myself wearing green on my face.

    Is it because I'm no longer a "green"-horn in make up, so I don't use green anymore?

    Or because green make up will remind me of that bastard ex boyfriend of mine, so I don't want to think about him anymore?

    I don't know. But one thing I know very very well.

    I missed the green-eyed me

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

February 19, 2010

  • Boringly fakers

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    Why make it real when it's so fake.

    Why smile when you're totally unwilling to.

    Why gather when you don't even want to be near that person.

    Why sound excited when you are so reluctant about the whole thing.

    Why pretend to be strong when you're falling sick.

    Why make others look bad for making yourself look good.

    Why think so highly of yourself when you're simply a reject.

    Why act so holy innocent when you're just another person who leeches what the boyfriend gave then dump him after another jerk came into your life.

    Why put on make up when you don't even think there's a need to cover anything.

    Why talk to him when you know he's just like the rest of them giving you that "you deserves to be abandoned" look.

    Why get so bothered by these self centered leechers when it's totally not worth the time.

    Why be so arrogant just because you've slimmed down and look old and hagged.

    Why am I so pissed off over other people's issue just because you call them my colleagues. F-Me…

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.

February 18, 2010

  • Oops

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    Having to work when you're in holiday mood is bad.

    It's even worse if you're in holiday mood and feeling emo.

    It's the worst if you're in holiday mood, feeling emo and your worst cramps is haunting you the whole day. -_-"

    P/s: My neon pink covered shoes is making a major statement in the office. Apparently even the big big boss is affected by its colour. *laughs out loud*

    Yeah it is LOUD indeed. =P

    I still have a ton of photos to upload. Shall post them soonz…

    You know you hate me,

    XOXO

    A.C.