This blog has a new co-owner. So it is now e f f y & r o s e . r a n t s together. Ping can blog here too, she is an admin too, but she has her own blog, so I doubt so la.
Yeah!!! *throw confetti*
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Sounds pretty strange but I happen to remember Sehsuan talking about all the fever and that the SARS hooha happened opposite his block (@Serangoon) and I kinda held my breathe as I clicked on his link (which I haven't done in a while actually honestly) and hope that he is still updating. That would be an indication that he is well. And he is. Erms, hurray!
Life has been moderately happening since the exams. Not like cheong all night, but all the job seeking business has been fun, especially when you are looking for it with friends and then strange things happen and strange jobs there are or strange places they might be. And we will look high and low like for the place, and feel damn satisfied when we find it. Other than that, we are skating. And Ping, swimming. And me, playing my RPG. Only clocked 12 hours or so so far, at middle of disc1.
Poor Rose has been pretty suay recently. Got caught with cigarettes in the kitchen when it's not hers but left there by someone else, then got caught for lying that she's home already when she's out for sup with me, and finally, photos of her and somebody got discovered by her Daddy, apparently because she hid it in her secondary school book and her Dad gave the book to his friend. I mean seriously, how suay can one get man? Poor dear. :(
Anyway tommorrow I'm starting the new temp job I have, skating around Bedok for Standchart. Hope I'd have fun. Did it at SIA Building at Tanjong Pagar last year. Shall see what awaits me and Ping tommorrow. She has been practising hard at her void deck with Sister Jing.
And here's a farni story for you.
>>No Speka Da Englise
>
>
>A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an
>animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first,
>but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the
>following:
>
>
>
>"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come
>once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee
>twice. Then I come one lasta time."
>
>
>
>"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. In
>this country....we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex
>lives........."
>
>
>
>"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin abouta sexa? I'm a justa
>tellin' my frienda how to spella 'Mississippi'."
>
>I BET YOU'D READ THIS AGAIN HUH?????... heeheeeee...
Life has been moderately happening since the exams. Not like cheong all night, but all the job seeking business has been fun, especially when you are looking for it with friends and then strange things happen and strange jobs there are or strange places they might be. And we will look high and low like for the place, and feel damn satisfied when we find it. Other than that, we are skating. And Ping, swimming. And me, playing my RPG. Only clocked 12 hours or so so far, at middle of disc1.
Poor Rose has been pretty suay recently. Got caught with cigarettes in the kitchen when it's not hers but left there by someone else, then got caught for lying that she's home already when she's out for sup with me, and finally, photos of her and somebody got discovered by her Daddy, apparently because she hid it in her secondary school book and her Dad gave the book to his friend. I mean seriously, how suay can one get man? Poor dear. :(
Anyway tommorrow I'm starting the new temp job I have, skating around Bedok for Standchart. Hope I'd have fun. Did it at SIA Building at Tanjong Pagar last year. Shall see what awaits me and Ping tommorrow. She has been practising hard at her void deck with Sister Jing.
And here's a farni story for you.
>>No Speka Da Englise
>
>
>A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an
>animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first,
>but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the
>following:
>
>
>
>"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come
>once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee
>twice. Then I come one lasta time."
>
>
>
>"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. In
>this country....we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex
>lives........."
>
>
>
>"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin abouta sexa? I'm a justa
>tellin' my frienda how to spella 'Mississippi'."
>
>I BET YOU'D READ THIS AGAIN HUH?????... heeheeeee...
Thursday, April 24, 2003
A Lazy Thursday
Woke up, got bored and decided to go to the library to borrow some books. Realised my borrower's status is restricted, cos' my outstanding charges is $6.10. (for <$6 will be restricted) And duno where my cashcard. How suey is that? No other ways of paying the fine, so I went around asking people to lend me their cashcard and I will return them in cash. Finally after asking about 10 people, 1 person lent me. You mean, you people don't carry cashcard around? For a while, I was hoping to see some army personel, for their 11B serves good purposes. Well anyhow, if not for the nice man that looked like my econs tutor in jc, I wouldn't have been able to bring home (after choosing so long) these books
Lonely Planet Canada
The Complete's Idiot Guide to Spanish
Sitting Among the Eskimos by Maggie Graham
Mister Fabulous and Friends by Celia Brayfield
Then Miss Sky started to weep, and with her tears washed away my plans to sk8te around my place.
And here, is my new driving license. Who needs a P plate anyway? Muahahaahah
Woke up, got bored and decided to go to the library to borrow some books. Realised my borrower's status is restricted, cos' my outstanding charges is $6.10. (for <$6 will be restricted) And duno where my cashcard. How suey is that? No other ways of paying the fine, so I went around asking people to lend me their cashcard and I will return them in cash. Finally after asking about 10 people, 1 person lent me. You mean, you people don't carry cashcard around? For a while, I was hoping to see some army personel, for their 11B serves good purposes. Well anyhow, if not for the nice man that looked like my econs tutor in jc, I wouldn't have been able to bring home (after choosing so long) these books
Lonely Planet Canada
The Complete's Idiot Guide to Spanish
Sitting Among the Eskimos by Maggie Graham
Mister Fabulous and Friends by Celia Brayfield
Then Miss Sky started to weep, and with her tears washed away my plans to sk8te around my place.
And here, is my new driving license. Who needs a P plate anyway? Muahahaahah
sk8ting
Went skating today again at ECP. Wasn't really considered a thrilling session since there was some misunderstandings and stuff, but overall a pretty alright workout.
I think it's kinda miserable that I can skate considerably okay, meaning, pretty confident, and can do a bit of speed la, that I can't do a T brake. :D So, I intend to learn! Like at the void decks near my house or something.
No photos, cos never bring camera. Nothing much to snap also.
Kinda stone now. I'm hooked to this cute game call Beach Life by Eidos Bored anyone? I'd burn the disc for you and we can all play together. Let piracy rule!
Went skating today again at ECP. Wasn't really considered a thrilling session since there was some misunderstandings and stuff, but overall a pretty alright workout.
I think it's kinda miserable that I can skate considerably okay, meaning, pretty confident, and can do a bit of speed la, that I can't do a T brake. :D So, I intend to learn! Like at the void decks near my house or something.
No photos, cos never bring camera. Nothing much to snap also.
Kinda stone now. I'm hooked to this cute game call Beach Life by Eidos Bored anyone? I'd burn the disc for you and we can all play together. Let piracy rule!
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie,' or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then they stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
It sounds pretty strange to think about such thoughts, but I was looking through my folders of my hotmail (as I'm trying to clear them), I came across this folder: Miss Jacobs.
What's that all about? It's about my beloved literature tutor who has returned to God when we were in J1. Reading through all the supportive emails that our class wrote to each other really bought me back in time, to that moment where we found out the truth. It was during one of our literature class, Shakespeare I think, and then the teacher just came to us, class by class, the classes which she taught, to tell us the news, before the announce it over the PA system. And we just cried and cried.
And the sad part is she was not really sick, a simple nose problem a simple surgery gone wrong because of some allergy which, I'm not sure if it was the hospital's fault. Everything failed, and she just collapsed.
And all of us were shattered. So shattered. Till today, I haven't thrown away the poems she gave out, the encouragement she gave, she, who brought out the beauty in the poems. I can still remember her face, her smile, and sadly, also the image of the last respect.
And she taught us about the death poem earlier, spoke of weaknesses of death and, with a triumphant and confident tone, declares his victory over it by means of his lack of respect and fear for its implications. Death, is a mere transition, which does not serve as an end, but instead, a new awakening to an eternal afterlife.
So my dear Miss Jacobs, rest. Memories live with me, forever.
elegy for my artist ( - my mentor, and her new path ahead - )
she danced through the night
and the night breezed her away by the hand
upon an alien temperate terrain to tread,
and sometime an jarring gaze down onto the lulling grey:
when her hands recovered their sight
her brushes breathed their last
but shall sometime live on to shimmer
upon the artist's canvas, a class
she scorned to palette white and black and dim,
but the delicate hues of passion and mirth, which served
the modernist art she tailored the canvas to fit.
alas, 'tis done with scars upon the heavy shoulders,
and the eyes that bled with will.
i recall her as my artist,
my window to the sea of life,
i reconcile myself with her,
who now lives little beyond a picture,
i relinquish her,
whose spirit is yet to quiver.
who shall gain respite
and our respect most grim.
indeed she was the artist when
she danced through the night
and the night breezed her shoes away by the lord
when her quiver of arrows brimmed,
and her artistry brewing.
we sink into the void,
and laugh off a joke,
learning that she is still on our side,
the strength bestowed upon us,
and the flame that blazed our frown.
marc
(my classmate)
Intrigued by Ping's blog, want to post a question. If you were to die tmr, what regrets would you have?
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie,' or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then they stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
It sounds pretty strange to think about such thoughts, but I was looking through my folders of my hotmail (as I'm trying to clear them), I came across this folder: Miss Jacobs.
What's that all about? It's about my beloved literature tutor who has returned to God when we were in J1. Reading through all the supportive emails that our class wrote to each other really bought me back in time, to that moment where we found out the truth. It was during one of our literature class, Shakespeare I think, and then the teacher just came to us, class by class, the classes which she taught, to tell us the news, before the announce it over the PA system. And we just cried and cried.
And the sad part is she was not really sick, a simple nose problem a simple surgery gone wrong because of some allergy which, I'm not sure if it was the hospital's fault. Everything failed, and she just collapsed.
And all of us were shattered. So shattered. Till today, I haven't thrown away the poems she gave out, the encouragement she gave, she, who brought out the beauty in the poems. I can still remember her face, her smile, and sadly, also the image of the last respect.
And she taught us about the death poem earlier, spoke of weaknesses of death and, with a triumphant and confident tone, declares his victory over it by means of his lack of respect and fear for its implications. Death, is a mere transition, which does not serve as an end, but instead, a new awakening to an eternal afterlife.
So my dear Miss Jacobs, rest. Memories live with me, forever.
elegy for my artist ( - my mentor, and her new path ahead - )
she danced through the night
and the night breezed her away by the hand
upon an alien temperate terrain to tread,
and sometime an jarring gaze down onto the lulling grey:
when her hands recovered their sight
her brushes breathed their last
but shall sometime live on to shimmer
upon the artist's canvas, a class
she scorned to palette white and black and dim,
but the delicate hues of passion and mirth, which served
the modernist art she tailored the canvas to fit.
alas, 'tis done with scars upon the heavy shoulders,
and the eyes that bled with will.
i recall her as my artist,
my window to the sea of life,
i reconcile myself with her,
who now lives little beyond a picture,
i relinquish her,
whose spirit is yet to quiver.
who shall gain respite
and our respect most grim.
indeed she was the artist when
she danced through the night
and the night breezed her shoes away by the lord
when her quiver of arrows brimmed,
and her artistry brewing.
we sink into the void,
and laugh off a joke,
learning that she is still on our side,
the strength bestowed upon us,
and the flame that blazed our frown.
marc
(my classmate)
Intrigued by Ping's blog, want to post a question. If you were to die tmr, what regrets would you have?
Monday, April 21, 2003
I don't even have to scream. You know.
EXAMS' OVEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
And I'm happily online till 5.40am. Time for ma sis to go to school.
I'm tired, sleepy, but don't want to sleep yet. Let's plan for the 4 months holidays.
1. Find a job. Or 2. Maybe more (emailed many many company at 3, 4am already. If they actually noticed, I wonder what would they think?)
2. Go to some Coral something show with Ping if not she will do the (m)(m) act again.
3. Go skating
4. Kick-fit
5. Get even more money
6. Visit Places of Interest to stimulate Singapore's economy - like Sentosa, Science Centre (since I have to watch the Coral something show anyway), Zoo
7. Climb the Bukit Timah Hill (last climbed 1993)
8. Watch a lot of movies at theatre/on VCD/DVD/laptop
9. Train for IVP
10. Go Windsurfing
11. Nuah like there is no tommorrow
12. Prepare to leave Singapore for Canada
Btw, I want to teach my fellow bloggees how to scold people in time of absolute anger. I used this against this groupmate of mine like last year:
You are a hebetudinous, lethargic, sluggish, stuporous, torpid, dopey, blockheaded, dense, doltish, dumb, hebetudinous, obtuse, thickheaded, thick-witted, dimwitted, dopey, ass, fool, imbecile, jackass, mooncalf, moron, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, simple, simpleton, softhead, tomfool, goose, cretin, ding-dong, dip, goof, jerk, nerd, schmo, schmuck turkey!
Aye Johnny, remember these words in case it comes out for SAT okay?
God bless my man, for he is going for SMU's interview tommorrow. I mean later. And I'm going to support him there too!
EXAMS' OVEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
And I'm happily online till 5.40am. Time for ma sis to go to school.
I'm tired, sleepy, but don't want to sleep yet. Let's plan for the 4 months holidays.
1. Find a job. Or 2. Maybe more (emailed many many company at 3, 4am already. If they actually noticed, I wonder what would they think?)
2. Go to some Coral something show with Ping if not she will do the (m)(m) act again.
3. Go skating
4. Kick-fit
5. Get even more money
6. Visit Places of Interest to stimulate Singapore's economy - like Sentosa, Science Centre (since I have to watch the Coral something show anyway), Zoo
7. Climb the Bukit Timah Hill (last climbed 1993)
8. Watch a lot of movies at theatre/on VCD/DVD/laptop
9. Train for IVP
10. Go Windsurfing
11. Nuah like there is no tommorrow
12. Prepare to leave Singapore for Canada
Btw, I want to teach my fellow bloggees how to scold people in time of absolute anger. I used this against this groupmate of mine like last year:
You are a hebetudinous, lethargic, sluggish, stuporous, torpid, dopey, blockheaded, dense, doltish, dumb, hebetudinous, obtuse, thickheaded, thick-witted, dimwitted, dopey, ass, fool, imbecile, jackass, mooncalf, moron, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, simple, simpleton, softhead, tomfool, goose, cretin, ding-dong, dip, goof, jerk, nerd, schmo, schmuck turkey!
Aye Johnny, remember these words in case it comes out for SAT okay?
God bless my man, for he is going for SMU's interview tommorrow. I mean later. And I'm going to support him there too!
Friday, April 18, 2003
Okay. Photos.
Anyway, never study the whole day la! Have this exams is already over mood. Mood so great, I can't be bothered to blog too! So just feast on my pictures la!
Ya la, this is my new haircut. Initially I styled it standing, then my mummy says papa wun like such odd looking hair. So I then pressed it all down. I think it is okay lah, but then the thing is it's a tiring hairstyle cos I have to style it everytime I go out, not those wash and go kind la. Maybe I should take a picture of the hair when I just wake up. :D
SMU's Patron's Day 2003. There was a dress-up competition and the winner walks away with a brand new XBOX! Happening eh? (but anyway, these people din win, so you can guess how LOUD the winner is.
This 2 pictures are taken with Michelle, when we were studying in school like late at night kind. Reminds me of the pictures in the smu websites.
Powerful Powerful Ping at Sentosa with Cindy
When I was working at this Jap restaurant a year back. That's Jamie by the left.
bye bye P plate. I got picture driving license now.
For more pictures, you can visit my old (and super outdated expired site here!
Anyway, never study the whole day la! Have this exams is already over mood. Mood so great, I can't be bothered to blog too! So just feast on my pictures la!
Ya la, this is my new haircut. Initially I styled it standing, then my mummy says papa wun like such odd looking hair. So I then pressed it all down. I think it is okay lah, but then the thing is it's a tiring hairstyle cos I have to style it everytime I go out, not those wash and go kind la. Maybe I should take a picture of the hair when I just wake up. :D
SMU's Patron's Day 2003. There was a dress-up competition and the winner walks away with a brand new XBOX! Happening eh? (but anyway, these people din win, so you can guess how LOUD the winner is.
This 2 pictures are taken with Michelle, when we were studying in school like late at night kind. Reminds me of the pictures in the smu websites.
Powerful Powerful Ping at Sentosa with Cindy
When I was working at this Jap restaurant a year back. That's Jamie by the left.
bye bye P plate. I got picture driving license now.
For more pictures, you can visit my old (and super outdated expired site here!
Thursday, April 17, 2003
of a new hairdo
3 down 1 to go! Finished my Finance exam today! Turned out to be a little better than econs, which was really quite difficult. Anyway, decided to clear the aura decided to go for a haircut. But piang eh the girl who washed my hair must have been mistreated or something, she almost scratched my whole scalp out! Now it still have the fragile feeling. ARGH.
Anyway, it was kinda a disaster. Not like it looked THAT bad, at first I thought it was quite la, cos the hair turned out to be radically different, not even remotely like the picture I pointed to the haircutter. It was a little too short, and now it looks kinda kuku, you know, with some that can stand? Maybe one good word to use is. BECKHAM.
But not really, cos the back is not that short. Oh whatever. At least finally all my out of bed toss-o-turning wax and fibre putty and gels and all can be used. And I'm going to color the bottom part of the hair orange, after much consideration in front of the mirror earlier. Yup, the bright orange like Mr Synapseman's picture below. Cos I bleached it before, and now the roots have grown quite a bit, still got some bleachy color at the end, might as well make it orange, since I have the hair color anyway. Anyone who wants Pink, Orange or Yellow hair can come to me. Cos I have the hair dye at home. :D
Pictures later, cos I haven't taken them yet. I never buy a new digital cam ma, not like someone who is taking photo of everything in sight.
Muahahahahaha
Anyway my poor Fuji Finepix has got a scratch at the display. *heartache*
3 down 1 to go! Finished my Finance exam today! Turned out to be a little better than econs, which was really quite difficult. Anyway, decided to clear the aura decided to go for a haircut. But piang eh the girl who washed my hair must have been mistreated or something, she almost scratched my whole scalp out! Now it still have the fragile feeling. ARGH.
Anyway, it was kinda a disaster. Not like it looked THAT bad, at first I thought it was quite la, cos the hair turned out to be radically different, not even remotely like the picture I pointed to the haircutter. It was a little too short, and now it looks kinda kuku, you know, with some that can stand? Maybe one good word to use is. BECKHAM.
But not really, cos the back is not that short. Oh whatever. At least finally all my out of bed toss-o-turning wax and fibre putty and gels and all can be used. And I'm going to color the bottom part of the hair orange, after much consideration in front of the mirror earlier. Yup, the bright orange like Mr Synapseman's picture below. Cos I bleached it before, and now the roots have grown quite a bit, still got some bleachy color at the end, might as well make it orange, since I have the hair color anyway. Anyone who wants Pink, Orange or Yellow hair can come to me. Cos I have the hair dye at home. :D
Pictures later, cos I haven't taken them yet. I never buy a new digital cam ma, not like someone who is taking photo of everything in sight.
Muahahahahaha
Anyway my poor Fuji Finepix has got a scratch at the display. *heartache*
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Monday, April 14, 2003
1 DOWN 3 TO GO
What else but the examinations. Today marks the end of my association with Quantitative Methods/ Management Science. God knows why SMU made all poor souls study this rather irrelevant to the real world subject that should have only been meant only for the engineering faculties. :D
It's a will-not-repeat module, I can more or less confirm, but I don't think I will do that well. Give me a B, I'll be on Cloud N9ne.
Intermediate Macroeconomics is next up, at 9am tommorrow morning. The only subject this semster that I really liked. Bless me everyone. lol
I MA SCHOLAR
Yesterday I went to collect my scholarship award of 1/2 grand from my Zhong Clan (Zhong Shi Gong Hui), where all the Zhongs in Singapore gather and be happy. It's like a little getting back to with my roots. Realised that one of the first to start the clan is my Great- Grandfather, in the pictures, he is like the one sitting right in the middle, so proud!
Everyone was in awe and admiration of his descendent (me & my dad), or rather, just the:
OH, you are XXX's descendent!. No awe, no admiration la.
It's quite fun to be there, though there was a tad of awkardness for not knowing people around there. But I was proud of my roots, even though I know nothing much. And when they spoke in Hakka, I understood zilch. :(
And I realised my dad is part of the committee too, because the committee is sort of passed down through blood relations.
And while the clan is like old and a little unhappening to most of the people of our age, I'm quite happy, and wouldn't really mind going there. They have some funny social dance classes and karaoke classes. Like so cute right!
Guess I passed the age of embarrassment of being at places too unhappening or obiang, something like some VJC girls in Life! yesterday who insisted that it is so embarrassing to carry a water bottle to school at her mummy's insistence on prevention on SARS. In national papers somemore, I think she is ironically buey paiseh.
A RATHER EMBARRASSING DREAM
Disclaimer: I am no fan of the belowmentioned guy.
I dreamt of Jay Chou! Yeah start laughing, I'm no teenage freak who is gaga over him okay? I dreamt that he was my elder brother, and we were like all eating together with my dad and mum and my real brother at MacDonald's, then people were like staring and crap. Then there was that retarded service crew who attended to me and ask if he was really my brother and I said yes and she gave me like huge portions of the order and was all gigglish and stuff.
I think it's just because I was reading some magazine about MTV awards and his stupid picture was there.
Please stop laughing now.
What else but the examinations. Today marks the end of my association with Quantitative Methods/ Management Science. God knows why SMU made all poor souls study this rather irrelevant to the real world subject that should have only been meant only for the engineering faculties. :D
It's a will-not-repeat module, I can more or less confirm, but I don't think I will do that well. Give me a B, I'll be on Cloud N9ne.
Intermediate Macroeconomics is next up, at 9am tommorrow morning. The only subject this semster that I really liked. Bless me everyone. lol
I MA SCHOLAR
Yesterday I went to collect my scholarship award of 1/2 grand from my Zhong Clan (Zhong Shi Gong Hui), where all the Zhongs in Singapore gather and be happy. It's like a little getting back to with my roots. Realised that one of the first to start the clan is my Great- Grandfather, in the pictures, he is like the one sitting right in the middle, so proud!
Everyone was in awe and admiration of his descendent (me & my dad), or rather, just the:
OH, you are XXX's descendent!. No awe, no admiration la.
It's quite fun to be there, though there was a tad of awkardness for not knowing people around there. But I was proud of my roots, even though I know nothing much. And when they spoke in Hakka, I understood zilch. :(
And I realised my dad is part of the committee too, because the committee is sort of passed down through blood relations.
And while the clan is like old and a little unhappening to most of the people of our age, I'm quite happy, and wouldn't really mind going there. They have some funny social dance classes and karaoke classes. Like so cute right!
Guess I passed the age of embarrassment of being at places too unhappening or obiang, something like some VJC girls in Life! yesterday who insisted that it is so embarrassing to carry a water bottle to school at her mummy's insistence on prevention on SARS. In national papers somemore, I think she is ironically buey paiseh.
A RATHER EMBARRASSING DREAM
Disclaimer: I am no fan of the belowmentioned guy.
I dreamt of Jay Chou! Yeah start laughing, I'm no teenage freak who is gaga over him okay? I dreamt that he was my elder brother, and we were like all eating together with my dad and mum and my real brother at MacDonald's, then people were like staring and crap. Then there was that retarded service crew who attended to me and ask if he was really my brother and I said yes and she gave me like huge portions of the order and was all gigglish and stuff.
I think it's just because I was reading some magazine about MTV awards and his stupid picture was there.
Please stop laughing now.
Friday, April 11, 2003
Thursday, April 10, 2003
I was just looking through some online job sites and realised that they are looking for people to take temperatures at the hospital. Pays $6 to $6.50.
Guess in these bad times, there are still more job opportunities for people who were retrenched etc.
But if you ask me, I wouldn't wanna do it? Not that I'm like some SARs freak, but frankly, it's not my own life at stake. If I *sway sway* get infected, most likely my whole family will get it too.
And no, I'm not those kind who stays at home to rot and wait for the epidemic to vanish in the air. Neither am I the sort who will run away from you if you happen to cough next to me. And I would look at nurses and doctors from TTS in a different light - of admiration and not repelling.
But yet the answer is no, for $6.50 per hour, I wouldn't want to risk my life.
Would you?
Guess in these bad times, there are still more job opportunities for people who were retrenched etc.
But if you ask me, I wouldn't wanna do it? Not that I'm like some SARs freak, but frankly, it's not my own life at stake. If I *sway sway* get infected, most likely my whole family will get it too.
And no, I'm not those kind who stays at home to rot and wait for the epidemic to vanish in the air. Neither am I the sort who will run away from you if you happen to cough next to me. And I would look at nurses and doctors from TTS in a different light - of admiration and not repelling.
But yet the answer is no, for $6.50 per hour, I wouldn't want to risk my life.
Would you?
I linked up crys' pretty picture site. Features my chio friend Jamie and her pals. And nah, no need to find la, dun have me.
Why?
Cos...
Cos...
Cos...
I'm not pretty (&skinny) 'nuf!
*WAHHHHhhHH*
Why?
Cos...
Cos...
Cos...
I'm not pretty (&skinny) 'nuf!
*WAHHHHhhHH*
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I'm still here!
Still refusing to start studying. muahahaha
Surfing other's blog and found this from Mr Si-Peh-Kwai-lan's site
If you have to print out the internet in hardcopy:
Mid 2002 there were an estimated 5 billion pages on the internet, growing at a rate of 9.4 million pages per day. Eep. Since one tree makes approximately 8000 pieces of low-grade paper, you're talking 625,000 trees for your printout... last year!
Okay off
Still refusing to start studying. muahahaha
Surfing other's blog and found this from Mr Si-Peh-Kwai-lan's site
If you have to print out the internet in hardcopy:
Mid 2002 there were an estimated 5 billion pages on the internet, growing at a rate of 9.4 million pages per day. Eep. Since one tree makes approximately 8000 pieces of low-grade paper, you're talking 625,000 trees for your printout... last year!
Okay off
i need money man
with the epidemic lurking in the air, I wun be having much fun enjoying my holidays. true i'd go out as usual, but most likely i'd be restricted to travel.
and all that crap.
so how? i want a ps 2! i want to play ffx. for the longest time.
brother don't wanna share cos he doesn't really have time to play. *sobs* but if we can sell the psone, it'll bring us like $130, so the total cost will be reduced.
Aiya duno la. I should be thinking of my exams now, but as you can see from my previous entry, it is not exactly a very wonderous feeling. And I bet you people reading it now are doing the same, planning and plotting about the after exams.
Which is very very soon. So I should plan first.
i will play all the ffs that i have yet to play. ffv, ffvii, no ffviii. don't like.
with the epidemic lurking in the air, I wun be having much fun enjoying my holidays. true i'd go out as usual, but most likely i'd be restricted to travel.
and all that crap.
so how? i want a ps 2! i want to play ffx. for the longest time.
brother don't wanna share cos he doesn't really have time to play. *sobs* but if we can sell the psone, it'll bring us like $130, so the total cost will be reduced.
Aiya duno la. I should be thinking of my exams now, but as you can see from my previous entry, it is not exactly a very wonderous feeling. And I bet you people reading it now are doing the same, planning and plotting about the after exams.
Which is very very soon. So I should plan first.
i will play all the ffs that i have yet to play. ffv, ffvii, no ffviii. don't like.
hungry/tired/sickoffinance
I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
really!
Why is it so difficult? I have no idea how people can deal with it for their whole life. Staring at other companies' annual report, calculating things like CAPM, WACC, ROE, ROA, Liquidity, and all the crap. :((((( ALL THEIR LIVES!
btw, my sis thought of a really funny thing. Since masks are sparse, and in huge demand, why don't we just cut the bra into half and 2 person can benefit.
Hahahahha
So, what cup size are you?
I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE FINANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
really!
Why is it so difficult? I have no idea how people can deal with it for their whole life. Staring at other companies' annual report, calculating things like CAPM, WACC, ROE, ROA, Liquidity, and all the crap. :((((( ALL THEIR LIVES!
btw, my sis thought of a really funny thing. Since masks are sparse, and in huge demand, why don't we just cut the bra into half and 2 person can benefit.
Hahahahha
So, what cup size are you?
Monday, April 07, 2003
of wallet lost and found AGAIN
The reason why I said AGAIN is because I typed the WHOLE LONG UPDATE and the STUPID BLOGGER WENT *****.
Fuck man.
So lazy to type all over again. Took me the whole 15 minutes.
Will cut short now.
Went Esplanade to study with Ping and Rose. On the way there I lost my wallet. Was very upset and called up the card companies to suspend my cards.
The call finally came and my wallet was found by this nice bus driver.
Here was the conversation:
Uncle: Where are you now?
Me: Esplanade
Uncle: Orrrh, the big durian ah, want to collect your wallet now?
Me: Sorry I got something on now, can I go collect later?
Uncle: oh, you performing ah, nm later la, I ask my man, Ah Seng, to look out for you
Then when I went there, the Ah Seng was there. He gave me my wallet and made me sign this feedback form which was already filled up by his tou, expressing my warmest gratitude to the bus driver for finding my wallet and all. So cute right? not that I really mind of course, just pretty amused.
Anyway, I saw Zhi Ping at the library borrowing some stuff while I was there at the library. :D So happy to see her after a long while. We had nice ThaiExpress dinner, which Rose's one kinda gross. (If you ever eat there, don't eat the Satay Beehoon thing. God knows why she ordered such an exotic dish :P) Sorry for the misunderstanding too. We'll be happy and exam-freed okay? :D
The reason why I said AGAIN is because I typed the WHOLE LONG UPDATE and the STUPID BLOGGER WENT *****.
Fuck man.
So lazy to type all over again. Took me the whole 15 minutes.
Will cut short now.
Went Esplanade to study with Ping and Rose. On the way there I lost my wallet. Was very upset and called up the card companies to suspend my cards.
The call finally came and my wallet was found by this nice bus driver.
Here was the conversation:
Uncle: Where are you now?
Me: Esplanade
Uncle: Orrrh, the big durian ah, want to collect your wallet now?
Me: Sorry I got something on now, can I go collect later?
Uncle: oh, you performing ah, nm later la, I ask my man, Ah Seng, to look out for you
Then when I went there, the Ah Seng was there. He gave me my wallet and made me sign this feedback form which was already filled up by his tou, expressing my warmest gratitude to the bus driver for finding my wallet and all. So cute right? not that I really mind of course, just pretty amused.
Anyway, I saw Zhi Ping at the library borrowing some stuff while I was there at the library. :D So happy to see her after a long while. We had nice ThaiExpress dinner, which Rose's one kinda gross. (If you ever eat there, don't eat the Satay Beehoon thing. God knows why she ordered such an exotic dish :P) Sorry for the misunderstanding too. We'll be happy and exam-freed okay? :D
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Went to J8 with mummy to collect my Oliver! tickets for tommorrow. Tried to miu miu to the sistic woman that the show is tommorrow and if I can't collect it today I cannot watch it tommorrow (cos the counter closes at 8pm and I was going to be late) and I succeeded yet again!
miu miu makes the world go round!
realised that my blog is a little hard to read, will change color when i free la
Anyway I was pretty happy spending time with my mummy even though it was only for a while like from 7+ to 9+, but it was quite nice to walk around and bitch a bit and share an ice cream. This is the sort of thing that I guess daughters should do for mummies. I guess when I grow up (or maybe, call it older) I'd spend my Saturdays/ Sundays going window shopping with my mummy and all that. And bringing mummy to go tour around the world when I can afford it by then. Think today must have been quite meaningful to her as it was to me. If I'm a mummy I would want my daughter to accompany me lidat too. So today is a happy day. :)
& I'm pretty thrilled to watch Oliver! tommorrow! :D Just can't wait. Am reading up the summary of Oliver Twist now. Don't say I got no childhood k, I read Great Expectations. :P
miu miu makes the world go round!
realised that my blog is a little hard to read, will change color when i free la
Anyway I was pretty happy spending time with my mummy even though it was only for a while like from 7+ to 9+, but it was quite nice to walk around and bitch a bit and share an ice cream. This is the sort of thing that I guess daughters should do for mummies. I guess when I grow up (or maybe, call it older) I'd spend my Saturdays/ Sundays going window shopping with my mummy and all that. And bringing mummy to go tour around the world when I can afford it by then. Think today must have been quite meaningful to her as it was to me. If I'm a mummy I would want my daughter to accompany me lidat too. So today is a happy day. :)
& I'm pretty thrilled to watch Oliver! tommorrow! :D Just can't wait. Am reading up the summary of Oliver Twist now. Don't say I got no childhood k, I read Great Expectations. :P
Friday, April 04, 2003
So Proud of You
Disclaimer: Potiential awww factor, don't read if you don't like mushy things lol
In case you are wondering why I am blogging at 8am, it's not because I woke up early, and it's not because I was busy with my report. In fact, I survived yesterday's terrible schedule. But I haven't slept a wink though.
Cos he came over to help me fix my uncle's PC. And he fixed it, when me and my bro couldn't. Don't ask me what the problem is, I don't know, anyway it doesn't matter. But he came, rushed from work and then did it through the night (and day actually) from like 8, 9pm till 7am, when it was finally done. All these while I was just sleeping on the sofa and occasionally came to accompany him, and my sis kept him awake and they were surfing for S League and other soccer shit.
I mean, I have to say this, but I am really so proud of him. Not just because he fixed the comp, which was kinda tough to me nonetheless, but of his spirit of not quitting before he solve it, even if it means not sleeping and not going back home. Such a born troubleshooter I said, but he just laughed.
He's finally home, safe in bed and in dreamland now.
Hee, that's my boy.
Disclaimer: Potiential awww factor, don't read if you don't like mushy things lol
In case you are wondering why I am blogging at 8am, it's not because I woke up early, and it's not because I was busy with my report. In fact, I survived yesterday's terrible schedule. But I haven't slept a wink though.
Cos he came over to help me fix my uncle's PC. And he fixed it, when me and my bro couldn't. Don't ask me what the problem is, I don't know, anyway it doesn't matter. But he came, rushed from work and then did it through the night (and day actually) from like 8, 9pm till 7am, when it was finally done. All these while I was just sleeping on the sofa and occasionally came to accompany him, and my sis kept him awake and they were surfing for S League and other soccer shit.
I mean, I have to say this, but I am really so proud of him. Not just because he fixed the comp, which was kinda tough to me nonetheless, but of his spirit of not quitting before he solve it, even if it means not sleeping and not going back home. Such a born troubleshooter I said, but he just laughed.
He's finally home, safe in bed and in dreamland now.
Hee, that's my boy.