Picture perfect surprise from Printwich!
To me there is no believable photo printing service in Singapore except for brick-and-mortar shops. I have been disappointed by Groupon's Vistaprint and a Carousell cunt who passed off paper as Polaroids. I learned good.
So when I got the confirmation email from Printwich, I thought meh, we'll see. And because I forgot entirely about it, it made for the loveliest surprise when I opened my mailbox to a weighted envelope. AND LOOK AT MY PRINTS!
Might I add that it is a brilliant fucking strategy to print for free and have paid ads at the back of every photo? It is exactly what my old free paper used to do, except Printwich is promising as fuck while my old workplace's paper is going to hell.
Anyway, check out the new layout!
Spent such a long fucking time on this but god I love it!
Moving on, I spent much of today being slightly annoyed by the whole blog issue. I have a very big ego when I'm faced with something that challenges my capability. For instance, trying to figure out the bloody XML for this new layout.
And then I continued harping, in my mind, about the matter and it led to conversations with friends. Not singling anyone out, but I fucking hate it when people say I/ they can't do something, without even attempting to try.
I hate the word "no".
All initials will be alphabetized that I don't lose all my friends.
I told A that I wanted to take pole lessons. Without even a second thought, she said aloud that she would never be able to do it. I explained that it's actually manageable once you start. But she just gave up on the idea and instead, got distracted with lesser activities.
I told B that I was gonna take ballet lessons. She insisted that it is something that has to start from young and I'll never be able to do it. I said I'll try anyway and gamely asked her along. She said her bones have gone to hell and there's no return trip.
I told C that I was gonna go downstairs and scream at the fuckers yelling their durian sale. She said if even someone more powerful than me lacked the guts to do it, what made me think I could scream sense into the stallholders. And she told me to stop my madness and ignore them.
I told D that I was facing trouble with BBDC because the instructors are giving me issues. I admit that 50% of the problem lies with how provocatively I drive. She stressed that I should know better and said I brought it upon myself.
And at the point of hearing all that, I knew I didn't have to bother changing their mind because people can only see with their level of perception. No point pushing it. They can't see it. Not unless they're Candice. There is no one more powerfully broad-minded as she is. I am a lucky friend.
But moving on.
To A: I will do it anyway. I will do it because I believe in myself, unlike you. You can choose not to. But one day, you will look at my accomplishments at the art from the sideline and as usual, think, "I can never do that!" but you could. You could have. We could have. But oh well your fucking loss.
To B: I will do it anyway. I wanted to do it because my bones are stiff and the lessons are my attempt at relaxing them. But now I have goal two -- I will do it to show you I can, and if I can, so can you. Nothing is stopping you but yourself. I can do it with you. I want to. But first, I'll show you.
To C: I will do it anyway. I will not let this doormat personality pass from generation to generation. I will lie through my teeth and I will charm with my curves and I will scream bloody murder till I get the fuckers to shut their face. And you will know it when we finally hear silence again.
To D: I will dress how I want anyway. Let's be fucking clear - I paid $86/1.5h to learn. I paid for professionalism. And I paid to do whatever the fuck I want because I'm the fucking student. I didn't pay to be spoken to outside of my lesson. My attire gives them no permission. I decide what my attire's purpose is. And it sure as hell isn't to get harassed by BBDC's instructors.
But worry not, I will not make a single formal complaint till I get my license. And I hope that will be the day BBDC evaluates their instructors, one by fucking one.
In a nutshell, don't ever tell me I can't.
You, you can't.
I can.
I can do it.
And I never say no.
All initials will be alphabetized that I don't lose all my friends.
I told A that I wanted to take pole lessons. Without even a second thought, she said aloud that she would never be able to do it. I explained that it's actually manageable once you start. But she just gave up on the idea and instead, got distracted with lesser activities.
I told B that I was gonna take ballet lessons. She insisted that it is something that has to start from young and I'll never be able to do it. I said I'll try anyway and gamely asked her along. She said her bones have gone to hell and there's no return trip.
I told C that I was gonna go downstairs and scream at the fuckers yelling their durian sale. She said if even someone more powerful than me lacked the guts to do it, what made me think I could scream sense into the stallholders. And she told me to stop my madness and ignore them.
I told D that I was facing trouble with BBDC because the instructors are giving me issues. I admit that 50% of the problem lies with how provocatively I drive. She stressed that I should know better and said I brought it upon myself.
And at the point of hearing all that, I knew I didn't have to bother changing their mind because people can only see with their level of perception. No point pushing it. They can't see it. Not unless they're Candice. There is no one more powerfully broad-minded as she is. I am a lucky friend.
But moving on.
To A: I will do it anyway. I will do it because I believe in myself, unlike you. You can choose not to. But one day, you will look at my accomplishments at the art from the sideline and as usual, think, "I can never do that!" but you could. You could have. We could have. But oh well your fucking loss.
To B: I will do it anyway. I wanted to do it because my bones are stiff and the lessons are my attempt at relaxing them. But now I have goal two -- I will do it to show you I can, and if I can, so can you. Nothing is stopping you but yourself. I can do it with you. I want to. But first, I'll show you.
To C: I will do it anyway. I will not let this doormat personality pass from generation to generation. I will lie through my teeth and I will charm with my curves and I will scream bloody murder till I get the fuckers to shut their face. And you will know it when we finally hear silence again.
To D: I will dress how I want anyway. Let's be fucking clear - I paid $86/1.5h to learn. I paid for professionalism. And I paid to do whatever the fuck I want because I'm the fucking student. I didn't pay to be spoken to outside of my lesson. My attire gives them no permission. I decide what my attire's purpose is. And it sure as hell isn't to get harassed by BBDC's instructors.
But worry not, I will not make a single formal complaint till I get my license. And I hope that will be the day BBDC evaluates their instructors, one by fucking one.
In a nutshell, don't ever tell me I can't.
You, you can't.
I can.
I can do it.
And I never say no.
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