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THE BUTTERFLY KISSES
Photography blog.

i need to stop making blogs and start posting stuff in them, but what gives.

it was tiring and hard and painful and i swear my foot is bloated like a hippo now and my spine hurts in several places. my arms are bruised from around-the-world-ing and my legs hurt from rollerblinds.

But we kicked arse.
Hah.

delta dragons go. fight. win!

anyway i have been sent home from HC camp for spraining my muscle. its purple today. Imma chameleon now, too.

Oh potatoes. I'll just sit here and play the old ukelele and eat losta craisins.
Set.

i am so busy everyday.
i want to sleep but i can't.

i have cheer, house committee, floorball, project work, homework, lecture notes to revise, tutorials to do for every bloody subject, econs essays, bio essays, i need to learn one month of GP shit after dropping KI, i need to organise the food for 31st, i need to paint the banner for the 31st even though its not even my fucking job, i need to go for church stuff, i have work, i have to come back by nine sharp everyday of my dad will go ape shit, i need to write my CLB oral speech and memorise it and say it like i am a fuckign chinese person which i will never be able to do, i have to understand teh stupid math functions because honestly i think i am in deep shit. i have to do everything.

i am not fucking superwoman. i need ot say no.
but even if i do. no one seems to hear me.

all i have are my stupid red velvet cupcakes and now they are gone too.


and seriously? stop trying to fucking make cut outs too. you are so unoriginal sometimes i feel sad for you.
you take bits of everyone. always.

and you think that you have no blame in why everyone fucking hates you

Miss you beetchez.
You guys should get an emmy for chamwhoreing.

Really, your skills are A-plus.

Life has been the shits recently.

I don't even.

When did this become so awkward? Please let's be friends again. Okay? Okay. We can be friends, friends, friends. Nothing less.

And sometimes i am tired of spending my whole time hoping and hoping and it always never turns out to be true. Maybe i am gullible. Maybe i have a cracker imagination. Maybe this sucks. Maybe i don't want to hope anymore. i want to know the truth. Even if it sucks from the beginning, sometimes the truth is better.

I miss you like i miss watching blues clues and being geniunely puzzled.
You never treat me like you used to why why why why why.
what did i do? Tell me and i will undo it. i will try. i will undo it, i will.

And i am tired. all the time. I have floorball and cheerleading and house committee and school work and i have to teach Kyra econs and chem and bio because she neevr fucking pays attention in class. So i have to teach her, go figure.

ok.
i am tired and angsty. i am not really that pissed off. not really.

And i am also tired of being treated like shit. I am a person. i live and breathe and, contrary to popular belief, i eat. so stop:

1) talking to me like you would talk to an explosive cat with rabies
2) asking me what i eat, how long i take to eat
3) Stop BLOODY ASKING ME SHIT ABOUT FOOD.
4) stop asking me how i eat and be so'skinny'
5) stop shoving all your shit on me to do because 'i know better than you'
6) please. talk to me again.

i miss posting my random happy posts. hah.
okay.
i will.
again.
never somber again for three moths.
abstinence. Since you do it so well, i should too, huh?

i always feel;
always.
you hate me.
always.

you all.
you hate me all.
all of you hate me.

don't you?
i am right.
always.

Ran 3.5 km today in 20 minutes, hah, hah. came in 142 in the cohort. Out of easily 800 people Can you imagine? i love running again. i do, i do.

Today.
Well, today.
Someone told me something and i want to say:
I know it is easy for people to compliment others. I like your hair, you look beautiful, i love your smile, i love you eyes.
But it isn't easy to believe them. But it makes your day, anyway.
Even though i do not agree. Never ever, you made my day.

And thank you. Although, no. i am not.

never will be, thank you very much.

Another thing.
This.
i think i am getting possesive of things that are not mine.
Hah.
Look at me.
like it could ever be mine.

You know how i said i would absolutely hate my new school because, well, it is tjc?
Okay.
i. was. wrong.

i absolutely love my OG.
absolutely.

It's only been two weeks and I love them.
And it sucks to high heavens because none of them is in my CG.

But you know. Whatever. We are still awesome.

So yesterday we had an OG BBQ. Keep in mind i had never ever cooked BBQ before. ever. (and after yesterday, prbably never again)

Met Nat Man-bitch and the-guy-who-cam-whores-more-than-a-cam-whore at the BBQ wholesale center.

(okay i feel kinda stupid writting out everything that happened. It's been a while. Does anyoen even bother? hah. i hate it when people tell me useless information about their day)

Okay. i shall summarise to captions now. Because captions are cool. Yes.
I like that.

You can tell Zhen Yan has a lot of experience in front of a camera lens. HAH.


AHEEMMMM CAMWHOREAHEMMMMMMM.




The day kicked off, as it always SHOULD, with chocolate cake. Everyone loves chocolate cake. Even though you have eaten literally half the batter before it hit the oven so that it recipe only made the two cakes rather than the orginal three.
Geez. That's horrid. hah.


















Hah. and we built a fire. When i say we, i mean i stood 5 feet away with my extremely zoom-lens dslr and screamed moral support. Hate. Fire.
But you know, i still ended up with burnt fingers at the end of the day, what gives.


Something about this picture reminds me of hobos tring to get warm in the winter.



Manbitch, Zhi Min and I had to run to bedok interchange to get bee hoon and stuff from sheng shiong (all for you~~~)
BTDubs, did you know sheng shiong's plastic basket has this handle so your can drag it on the floor like a trolley instead of heaving your shite around with your arms like the make you do in GIANT?
If you ask me, this is innovation. This is efficiency. This is the future. we should all shop in Sheng Shiong in the future because they have innovative products.
See? i am not a brand-whore.
I also like the fact that Sheng Shoing places displays of CHEAP food along teh travelators so that you just need to reach out and grab it. This is shopping for people who are to lazy to walk. Really. This will be the way we do it in 2077.
(assuming we last that long)
(i doubt)
(witha all that chocolate cake batter and roasted marshmallows. Shall die a sugar-holic. i swear.)

Okay. i promised. less crap talk more pictures. Everyone likes pictures. Just like how i used to buy alice in wonderland books to stare at the freaky cat and pretend i read the book. I just watched the movie, actually. played out pretty well.




Fifty percent of teh corn was burnt to bits because we forgot about it, hah. But the sweet potatoes are nice. I love sweet potatoes now. Especially the purple ones. will. never. eat. rice. again. Sweet potatoes. everyday.


Don't we all love Zhi Min's face? Yes. we do.

Hah i am eternally afraid of the games my OG plays. They come up with wicked forfeits.






I think i could live off this. ROasted marshmallows everyday. Sambal sotong. Friends. Mosquito bites and horrid games.
It's. awesome.

I know TK culture id far from TJ culture. It's seperate. It's two whole planets apart. But that's not really a bad thing. I like it here, actually.

About my CG, though. Maybe i will grow into them. I don't know. Not really people i click with but we'll see, right? I won't be judgemental anymore. Not after yesterday.
Horrid people into beautiful. Nice into terrible.

Okay, well. i need to eat more cake now. haha.
g'nite.

(not really)

i need to find something to put on my bloody swollen fingers, too. Jamming my finegrs against the keyboard ain't helpin'.

IS NATIONAL PEANUT BUTTER DAY
Let me go celebrate with a spoon, friends re-runs and my new jar of crunchy PB.

Hahah okay someone asked me for a recipe that used both oatmeal and greek yogurt.

i am a bloody genius. HAHHAAH because i used an exact recipe before.
so here it is:
http://tocookortoburn.blogspot.com/2010/08/oatmeal-muffins.html

I must warn you.
I am not happy.

Who the hell has the RIGHT to accuse me of stealing their O level marks because 'i don't need it and they do'?
This is a new low, formspring anons.

Do you know how fucking hard i worked every day? Do you know who hany TYS papers i did again and again and how many notes of econs i crammed into my head and how many 'Area of a curve' questions i did one after another?

No, you don't.

Wankers.

I deserve my 6. i bloody fecking deserve it.
You don't deserve anything if you don't even have the decency to admit that your score was 100% yours. No one can steal marks, bloody hell. No one can donate marks.

It's bloody madness.

Hello everybody who reads my blog!

As a teensy tiny favour, i want you to go to this site and WATCH THE VIDEO.

Okay?
this is not spam, this is Sasha. not some guy in India named 'Rick' who is being paid to spread viral videos.
(this is proof because Rick wouldn't even mention his name is the first bloody place)

http://www.takethislollipop.com/

This shite will either (a) scare the marbles out of you; or (b) make you laugh like an asthmatic hyena.
(In my case it was first (a) then (b))
Go go!
Especially Rachel because i know it will freak her out the most.

Glenda may be unimpressed i dunno, or she might fall asleep during the 5 minute video.

BTdubbs, this is someone's reaction to the video. Pretty impressive:

I like the chicken kebabs the best, honestly.
i love the new I12 Mall. it has everything from dried pasta to a madarin learning center for 6 years olds. which would be perfect for me, just saying.

And, yes, i know the photos today are blurry. Hah, i couldn't be bothered to stand still. Too used to film, i guess. Hmm.











Then we took a bus down all the way to vivo to find Cheryl at AC.

We found her, hah.
I loved the way she said "HI, WELCOME," so loudly whenever someone walked in.

this lovely girl gave us free hei ice cream and 2, 1kg chocolate cakes.
i should visit her more often, huh?

i had to 'pretend' i was paying via nets though so that the CCTV didn't catch her giving us free chocolate cakes.

Cheryl should be given a noble peace prize.



Bloody hell i turned the auto exposure to sunlight so it's yellow but WHAEVA.






These, apparently, are supposed to resemble madarin oranges.
They look like deflated mini pumpkins.




Read teh email that says 'justiceleauge_theavengers@hotmail.com'
i have half the mind to send him an email congratulating him for signing up for the AC mailist (seriously? a CHOCOLATE CAKE maillist?) and for managing to secure himself such a unique email address.

then Lavelle and I went to forever 21 to shop with our eyes, only lavelle managed to get me to shop with my nets.
SHe should be locked up, that one. WHAT KIND OF FRIEND LETS YOU SPEND MONEY WHEN YOU ARE BROKE?

Lavelle, that's who.

Bappy Hirthday, Famie Jong.

Had Lunch with Priya then Glenda made me buy her Tako balls and travel approximately 30 minutes via MRT to dover to deliver them to her doorstep.


Her room is VERRRRYYY neat and tidy, i must say.








Then of course, we had to go OUT OF OUR WAY to somerset to purchase pumpkin cous cous and chicken and avocado because they are the best.
Cassie looks so cute in braces, by the way. She makes me want to shove those cursed pieces of metal back into thy mouth. (not really, but is a big compliment to her anyhoo)













BTdupps, pumpkin and couscous is the best thig i have ever put in thy mouth. i love pumpkin i could marry it. I love kabocha squash the most, but anything will do. don't get why butternut is so expensive, kabocha is the best.








Then off to fish and co! (it ws in glass house. which, if you think about it, totally ruined the effect since it was dark out. But whatever. T'was cool.)





(see? the cutest)






We ordered via Ipad. Cool potatoes, ain't it?


birthday girl in birthday hat


Non-birthday girl in birthday hat (traitor)

said birthday girl ordered giant drink. Okay the picture does not make it look giant, but is GIANT. it was nice and sweet and was the cause of by bursting bladder from city hall to kembangang and walking home (you can imagine)





This pasta was the best thing since sliced bread peanut butter cups.
i hate pasta, but this one made me rethink my dislike towards gluten noodles. OKAY even the prawns were sensational.








when chips were finished, fish sliced away and pasta slurped up, this much of drink remained. yes. it was giant.










Cake was good, even though it was chocolate. hah. SOmething about today...
ANyway, bladder bursting, went home, Knocked out on the couch after the mother made me eat several 'Jub Jubs" (what???) which some friend of hers shipped from sweden or something.

Jub jubs taste like sugar coatted, fruit flavoured marzipan.
T'was good.


FYI trying to use shakespearean terminology to sound smart. not working apparently, t'was a good try (see what i did there?)

So i am conducting a Diana F+ workshop.
If you've got time and love to have whacky fun. COME



MORE INFO HERE: http://www.lomography.com/magazine/events/2011/12/27/january-workshops-lomography-gallery-store-singapore

You don't even need to have a Diana F+, haha!
We have loaner cameras, which is fantabulous.

But the workshop is relavant to anyone with a camera that has a BULB mode.
Or anyone who is thinking of getting a Diana F+
Or anyone who is a fun time :P

OKAY?

XX.
sasha

Haha,
as requested:

I know i am suddenly spamming posts like wildfire,
but i just got my scans back.

and when you get your film back, you get excited.

Anyway.
This was a roll of tungsten film, my FAVOURITEST film in the whole wide world.

Used my mobius (nicknamed: Moby Dick) (see what i did there?)
geeesh.









i think i am getting the hang of this self-potrait thing, actually.

Lost my first few shots, though because the bloody thing jammed so i ripped open the back and exposed about 6 accidentally.

Anyway.

i got a new phone.
Not that there was anything wrong with my dino-era nokia phone, which hung everytime i typed the word 'hippopotamus', or any other word over 6 letters.

It's the new HTC facebook phone and it. is purple.
It was my Dad's but he kind of gave it up.

i suspet i know why.
carrying around a purple phone with multiple versions of angry birds installed made him lose his sence of manliness.

Hey! It could happen to anyone.

Not that he doesn't like angry birds.
he is in love with the bloody thing.

i mean, why launch birds at pigs on rock structures?
It's stupid because
(a) birds cannot break rock. or wood. or ice, really.
(b) what the hell would pigs be doing on these fancy rock structures? they would be in the pen, rolling in mud
(c) since when did pigs become green? and i really pray that this isn't a new form of GMO and the pulled pork i ate three days ago belonged to a happy, muddy pink pig.
(d) birds can fly. no need to launch.
(e) Birds cannot mulitply in mid-air, like the blue ones
(f) birds cannot bloody explode, like the black ones.


Okay i just don't get the bloody game.
Tiny towers, now that's a REAL game for REAL men.

She's kinda shy

But she loves banana bread on monday mornings.




And typewritten letters from London



I love the blur-ness in the back.
Or, as CERTAIN PEOPLE (ahem, Mark) would say, "Bokeh"

whatever, man.
i am a camera-term dummy, and proud.

SASHA'S NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS

1. Stop being a ninny and be happy.

2. Stop comparing. You are always comparing

3. stop being so bloody rude

4. please stop bloody swearing, too.

5. Get killer abs. Hah. good luck.

6. DO NOT SLACK. somehow this is always one of your resolutions but you have neevr kept to it.

7. Smile more

8. Learn french

9. Be fearless

10 keep to the resolutions.

Blooming hell it is raining.
That means lomokino time has to be postponed.

Life's been good. Almost.

Trying to ignore stupid things but it's getting harder but i am still trying.

I have gotten my letter from Stefany and she is lovely. It's typewritten and all. now i want a typewritter but even if i did, i wouldn't bear to use it. 

Where do you even get typewritter ribbon nowadays?

For christmas i had turkey. i love turkey it is my all-time favourite meat after salmon and shaved apple-baked ham.

it's weird because so much is happening but i can't seem to write it down. I kinda figure what people mean now by saying that they are 'too busy having a life' than to type it all out.

why bother writting out the past when you present is quicklt slipping away.

it's stupid.
eventually, you blogs will look as such:

today, i blogged. And now i shall pee. excuse me.
hi i am back from my pee. it was nice. i like to pee.

Might meet Lavelle next wednesday for soem NANDOS.
i want pumpkin chicken please, yes siree.

All i am ever doing on my off days are:
(a) Killing sims
(b) Watching Skins
(c) taking pictures of letters (random inspiration)
(d) killing sims.

i adore killing sims it is my favourite way to kill time (no pun intended). i realise that may make me sound like a nerd, but am no nerd. i am a very bored girl in possesion of sims 2 and who knows how to use it to entertain herself.

(i.e. killing Kyra Gill (the sim, not the girl) by locking her in a room and setting the oven on fire.)
(or by placing her in a deep swimming pool with no ladders)
(OR by forgetting to restock her fridge)
(OR my making her fix electrical stuff standing in a puddle of water)
(OR forgetting to clean the dirty dishes around her fancy mansion so that flies eat her up)
(ORR...)

well, you get my point. Kyra Sim enjoys various ways of torture.

the best part is i resurrect her each time she dies so she has to go through it all over again.

Okay.
i better go do somethign point-FUL (i don't know. the opposite of point-LESS?)

i.e. watching Skins.

Oh, i love skins.