Archive for September, 2009


Posted in In a major key. with tags , on September 30, 2009 by Vivian K

Definition courtesy of

Swagger is to to move with confidence, sophistication and to be cool.
Swagger is to conduct your self in a way that would automatically earn respect
To dress in a very stylish and quirkiness fashionable way would suggest one is swagger.

Friday would be the last day of work. And I must say, I am undoubtedly going to miss work! I’ve learnt, and enjoyed it all at the same time.

By not allowing clients or correspondences (eg. bank officers, loan/vendor’s solicitors or clerks older than me) to regard me as a 19 year old girl, working in a law firm.

Holding up when clients are tough, patience when the other solicitor firms I lias with don’t cooperate, and the amount of workload I was given responsibility for.

I was forced to learn, and quick. But I know now I can handle stress better. Having few things on my mind at the same time and not miss out any of  it (by having to KIV few files and have more new instructions from my boss). Oh, and did I mention, that if I don’t force myself to learn (as in really understand what I’m doing), I might just crash and burn. Die, in other sense.

But I really thank God, for a really nice boss. Never once he’s scolded or yelled at me. Great colleagues, that I share jokes, and laughters with. Whom I also learn so much from, never saying no if I needed help. And who happen to be a Heroes addict as well! She’s going to burn Season 3 and 4 for me. Blessed, I am, to have so many amazing people around.

My boss also wants to meet up with my dad and exchange business cards over tea. Oh, and I was just issued my second cheque today! Advance salary. (note that I finish work on Friday only)

Whats not to feel happy about?

And College Camp retreat is this weekend. I can’t wait to just Overflow and do it all with the people I enjoy being with!

Am listening to Tick Tock by Kesha. Try blasting it to your ears. Its such a sexy but cute song.

DJ blow my speakers up, tonight.

Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick ‘em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger.


They always say, expect the unexpected.

Posted in In a major key. with tags , on September 29, 2009 by Vivian K

I guess, it is true. When you expect or plan for something, the turnout would be the total opposite. 99.99% of the time.

Last few days I’ve been planning. If I fail my piano exam, I won’t tell daddy. Until he asks. It was a good plan. I really did thought I was going to fail. Maybe, pass, just barely, if I’m lucky.

I had piano class today, and I found that I didn’t just pass, I’ve gotten distinctions. (97/100 for theory, and 131/150 for practical) Like, what? You’ve got to be kidding me. It MUST be God.

So yes, this blog post is to thank the Big Fella Upstairs. Thank you.

And of course my piano teacher, that never gave up n me. She’s an amazing teacher. No, really.

And mummy, for accompanying me for the nerve-wrecking piano exam in Sheraton Hotel.

I am blessed.

Orange, puppies and wainbows.

Posted in Sonatinas. with tags , , on September 28, 2009 by Vivian K

.. are a few of your favourite things. I’ll remember you when I see any of them. Cross my heart.


My dear friend, Elyse Ong, has taught me so much. About life, love, and everything else in the middle. And I’m absolutely proud of her, as she’ll be reading law in the amazing University of Cambridge. She deserves it.

Girl, I’m so glad you’ve found God. So glad you’ve found love, and the true meaning of it. You’ve definitely left your footprints in my life. And I’m very thankful to be able to share so much with you and learn so much from you.

Always will remember you. My library kaki, MOS teman, and the times we had at PAWS. Thanks for the letter. Will read it whenever I miss you. Hope you’ll read my card whenever you need a heads up as well. (:

Your flight is for departure in awhile, and I’m missing you already. And by the time you’re reading this, you must be in Cambridge/London. Remember, pictures, pictures! And of course, text me your UK number.

And remember, if you need someone, I’m an email away. C;

The Painter.

Posted in Chord progressions. with tags on September 26, 2009 by Vivian K

Image176Beautiful, how He paints the skies for us.

So that’s why I’m not gonna waste my days with thinking about insignificant things.

Because everything has been made painted perfect. Beautiful.

You can’t play on broken strings.

Posted in Chord progressions. with tags on September 26, 2009 by Vivian K

I can’t tell you something that ain’t real. The truth hurts, lies worse. So untrue, I can’t even convince myself. Well, I love like you a little less, than before.

One day, I might just find this as mere words of a song.

Broken strings by James Morrison and Nelly Furtado.

A drawn masterpiece.

Posted in Hanons. with tags , on September 22, 2009 by Vivian K

As a kid last time, I loved drawing. LOVED. I’d always have to draw on any blank piece of paper I find. I still do it now, actually.

So when a five year old drew me this, with a pencil and paper torn out of a notebook, I could totally relate.

Image173I showed this to Jo Lynn.

Vie: Cute right, cute right?

Jo: Well, it isn’t that flattering right. You’re almost the same size with the tree. And the flower. The flower probably is a humongous one.

Vie: Tsk.

Damn potong lah, Jo. I still think its cute. Kids can be really sweet sometimes. 😀

Something new, something pink.

Posted in Hanons. with tags , on September 20, 2009 by Vivian K

Guess what, I finally did it. Did something drastic, and loving it. No, I didn’t go stealing people’s pink underwear in the middle of the night. No, even better. I highlighted my hair pink! Well, its purple-ish-reddish-pink.

Image1751Its not you, its me. Its not me, its you.