so i missed the musical.. nvm.. on the brighter side there's Forbidden City!! cheaper tix somemore.. wahaha.. muz support local theatre productions. haha. bt i hv to look for a date for the one.. haiz. another headache..
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Cabaret the Musical
sian.. i missed the musical that i hv always wanted to see.. Cabaret.. :( sadded plus sian one side.. :( [well i m pounting now.] i wanna see fei xiang as the emcee. even my mom agrees tat he's cute.. rarely, in my taste of men, my mom agrees tat the guy is cute. haha. so daughters do are like moms. we do hv similiar taste. haha.
so i missed the musical.. nvm.. on the brighter side there's Forbidden City!! cheaper tix somemore.. wahaha.. muz support local theatre productions. haha. bt i hv to look for a date for the one.. haiz. another headache..
so i missed the musical.. nvm.. on the brighter side there's Forbidden City!! cheaper tix somemore.. wahaha.. muz support local theatre productions. haha. bt i hv to look for a date for the one.. haiz. another headache..
Saturday, July 29, 2006
a so-called class dinner
haiz.. only 6 turned up.. haiz.. nvm loh. i think i ate a lot.. haha.
ok lah.. its gross. bt this is the aftermath wad.. believe or nt. we 4 girls ate like there was no tomorrow. haha. wad to do.. gt prawns, crab, crockles, lak lak(a type of shell food), chicken wings, scallop, herbal soup(rojak style though), the list juz goes on.. so.. juz eat lah.. the singaporean style leh.. wahaha. i think both elaine n (mayb)charles are becoming like singaporeans. haha. so-called great night.. more pics ltr.. too tired to even edit.
ok lah.. its gross. bt this is the aftermath wad.. believe or nt. we 4 girls ate like there was no tomorrow. haha. wad to do.. gt prawns, crab, crockles, lak lak(a type of shell food), chicken wings, scallop, herbal soup(rojak style though), the list juz goes on.. so.. juz eat lah.. the singaporean style leh.. wahaha. i think both elaine n (mayb)charles are becoming like singaporeans. haha. so-called great night.. more pics ltr.. too tired to even edit.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
tomorrow.
yea! meeting the peeps frm my sec sch class. woohoo. well, i really missed the peeps. meeting peeps like charles. i hv sort of hvnt met him for 5+ yrs.
miss ya, peeps.
miss ya, peeps.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Hawthorne Heights - Saying Sorry
These colors will not change
You change the way I see them
These words will fade
when you explain why you hate them
we are the same
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count
We're counting backwards
(Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count)
We're falling forwards.
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying sorry we're falling apart
wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye's the hardest part
Wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, this time
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
love this song..
You change the way I see them
These words will fade
when you explain why you hate them
we are the same
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count
We're counting backwards
(Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count)
We're falling forwards.
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying sorry we're falling apart
wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye's the hardest part
Wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, this time
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
love this song..
Monday, July 24, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
siloso.. tanner?
haha.. went to sentosa today.. damn fun loh.. well, actually it's been a while since i went there. i think i last time i went there was like 10? i duno.. donkey years lah..
i hv 1/3 of the pictures. haha. we ALL brought cameras. well, my cam is like the oldest n the most loose-wired one. so i dun really hv many pictures. i guess most of them are with elaine. coz her cam's the best!! a 5 mega sony loh.. :( (nvm i m getting my RED nikon s5 soon, wahahaha)
i m editing the pics.. so nt so soon loh.. hehe..
i hv 1/3 of the pictures. haha. we ALL brought cameras. well, my cam is like the oldest n the most loose-wired one. so i dun really hv many pictures. i guess most of them are with elaine. coz her cam's the best!! a 5 mega sony loh.. :( (nvm i m getting my RED nikon s5 soon, wahahaha)
i m editing the pics.. so nt so soon loh.. hehe..
Saturday, July 22, 2006
i hv been sleeping
due to the lack of sleep for the past few days, (yesterday was the ultimate. i didn't sleep for the entire night.) i slept for almost 24 hours. total hibernation. the past few days i have been sleeping for 4 hours or lesser. thank god, ms tan's project is sort of over. all i have to do is to edit the pboard. heng. heng my product is ok.
meeting the girls (zulia and elaine) tomorrow. we are going to sentosa for a tan. hehe. well, i m really turning pale though. but tomorrow we are taking the cable car. haiz. no money. thanks to all the printing. haiz. think i'll hv to borrow from them.
meeting the girls (zulia and elaine) tomorrow. we are going to sentosa for a tan. hehe. well, i m really turning pale though. but tomorrow we are taking the cable car. haiz. no money. thanks to all the printing. haiz. think i'll hv to borrow from them.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
i hv thick arms..
i m bored nw. or rather slpy bt cant think. i m like resting my head on my sofa's arm with my arm in the middle. haha. this arm of mine is really handy nw. all the fats are like a pillow.. haha. k i knw i hv to EXERCISE. haha. i did go swimming. hehe. 5 laps lah. hehe. everytime i swim is only like 30 min. so i think ok liao ba? haha. going tanning with my girls this sunday at sentosa. i wanna be bronze!!! i m like a super jaundice-like yellow tan now leh. its like damn disgusting loh. haiz. i dun wanna b in the middle. i wanna b the extreme. hehe. so sunday, sunblock will be only spf 30. wahaha
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
i love sparky
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
My thoughts: i know that in like 10 years time, Sparky's moving on. i ll definitely miss her. through out these years with sparky, i hv nv call her "it" for a day. ^^ its always her or sparky. she like this person to the family. i love sparky..
Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
My thoughts: i know that in like 10 years time, Sparky's moving on. i ll definitely miss her. through out these years with sparky, i hv nv call her "it" for a day. ^^ its always her or sparky. she like this person to the family. i love sparky..
Sunday, July 16, 2006
yest..
yesterday saturday, me n elaine went for tution. i m taking over xavier, her tutee. xavier's really cute. his very hyperactive. i think it might be a challendge. ltr for lunch, i took elaine to jack's place. we both ate steak. n we had escagots (snails). my first snails. had a really great meal.
aft tat i went for tution.
aft tat i went for tution.
Friday, July 14, 2006
damn it, my printer fucking toa me
haiz. do until wanna die liao. den the fucking printer prints out gray stuff. fuck. i need purple nt gray. ahhhhh. murder me now!!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
damn happy
i m feeling much better. the past few days hv been super moody for me. bt today's really great. haha.
i feel really 辛福. i hv a really great family, great friends. i hv my own room, my own com, my own camera, my own mp3, my own handphone. i feel really blessed.
i feel really 辛福. i hv a really great family, great friends. i hv my own room, my own com, my own camera, my own mp3, my own handphone. i feel really blessed.
Monday, July 10, 2006
fuck you.
fuck the person who touch my com. knn. even marilyn dun even touch my com without my supervision. i curse the person to have all the fingers cut off. can't draw, can't eat, can't hold anything. fuck you.
i m evil. bt if u push the correct button. thanks mother-fucker. u pushed to button. now u die.
i m evil. bt if u push the correct button. thanks mother-fucker. u pushed to button. now u die.
damn it
wtf was zidane thinking? haiz. any way it has been done. he kinda gave up his chance to touch the cup. mayb he wanted to be remembered as the bad boy of the field. haha. i m juz waiting for the interview of why he did the "human-header". shld hv used it for other means mah.. haiz. disappointed.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
damn tired.
thnx to all the "chionging" (project). i feel totally lethagic. damn tired. i m nt surprise tat i would suddenly fall a slp while blogging. haha. k i shldn't continue complaining liao. den i go get my forfeited slp. bye!
chionging project again.
i had thought tat the "chiong-ing" of projects hv come to an end aft yr 2. who knew it nv ends. haha. i kinda regret abt my choice of the project. i shld hv done the other one. its like toooo late to change now. lets see wad reaction ms tan will get ltr in the day. or mayb i shld hv done pocky? haha. too late liao. haiz.
ps: i m like pandified. i cant feel my body. haha.
ps: i m like pandified. i cant feel my body. haha.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
GOAL!!! France is making it into the finals
this was the goal by Zinedine Zidane. though penalty. i think its enuff. kinda expected them to score more goals. Henry played well. tried to score goals. Portugal played well too. really nice footwork by C.Ronaldo. i think this guy has gt a lot of potential.
i like the french goalkeeper. save a few great goals. Fabien Barthez.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
i do wanna recover
no, i m really fine. single-hood's really great
ok, i knw hw to do it. some one juz give me the parang. and yes, i ll b happier. REALLY HAPPIER.
mayb i shld juz stop lying. mayb i shld juz face reality. mayb i shld come clean. mayb i shld move on...
i guess this could be retribution. and its really huge. a really big one. mayb i shld juz accept the others. mayb tats my way out? i duno. really duno. y is this happening to me? haiz.
Monday, July 03, 2006
i hate being superfical
i'll nt b blaming anyone. coz in fact its kinda my decision to be like tat. (though i really hate to be this way.) i guess society makes ppl tat way. bt i m really tired. really tired.
going to sch everyday is kinda like a chore for me. i hv to put on this mask everyday. a fun mask. though it entertains ppl. bt i m really tired. i miss those days in sec sch. i was more me.
i so wanna be the true me everyday. like juz being me. being mature n stuff. being like years older than my actual age. i wanna do that. the thing is tat i can be myself in front of strangers. i guess its probably easier. i duno. i think i gt to try to be myself one day. fuck wad the rest has to say. really juz heck care. i guess i ll be a happier person.
going to sch everyday is kinda like a chore for me. i hv to put on this mask everyday. a fun mask. though it entertains ppl. bt i m really tired. i miss those days in sec sch. i was more me.
i so wanna be the true me everyday. like juz being me. being mature n stuff. being like years older than my actual age. i wanna do that. the thing is tat i can be myself in front of strangers. i guess its probably easier. i duno. i think i gt to try to be myself one day. fuck wad the rest has to say. really juz heck care. i guess i ll be a happier person.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
my new squeeze..
yes... my "new" squeeze
tat's 李东建. hehe. ok. at first i was kinda annoyed by his super huge eyes. (i m jealous lah.) bt i think he quite 耐看 though. so i kinda hv fallen for him liao..
yes, i m mad... haha. bt i think he's damn cute... ok. in general, i like korean guys nw.. haha. tall, good-looking, stable(?) etc. haha.
post-note: jay chou is getting boring liao. the last i heard was tat he was with hebe? weird...
tat's 李东建. hehe. ok. at first i was kinda annoyed by his super huge eyes. (i m jealous lah.) bt i think he quite 耐看 though. so i kinda hv fallen for him liao..
yes, i m mad... haha. bt i think he's damn cute... ok. in general, i like korean guys nw.. haha. tall, good-looking, stable(?) etc. haha.
post-note: jay chou is getting boring liao. the last i heard was tat he was with hebe? weird...
great job france!!
hahaha. din think tat the french would actually beat the brazilians again. woohoooo. i m really happy. zidane needs the victory b4 he retires though. haha. bt i guess the winners might b germany. lets see how loh.. hahah. damn happy 就对了.
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