Before I start my speech, and because you silly pig have NO comment box, here it is.
"So, Ki*rpal really did make your life better in a weird way eh? I mean, sure, it's kinda crappy that he talks about himself all the time, but hey the module actually got a bit of use lah?"
Today's post will not be of some thoughts I've been thinking about a lot all this while, because I hadn't been thinking much. But for a change, because I am such a mysterious person, I shall spell out the days (not in such a boring way as some other blogs but yes, let me end this poorly constructed sentence now.
M1 was okay. Apart from the fact that they did not seem to fancy Motorola and placed the display sets either next to something prettier and cheaper, or right next to your feet, where you need to squat waaay waay down and squint to see the display, they were okay. At least, not as bad as the hearsay is. Or at least because I was so on guard, I din even sneak off anywhere except to sit on the toilet bowl for about 5 minutes. But then again, the sales wun that fantastic. So overall? Not entirely worth it.
Sunday was rest because somebody else wanted to work and if I don't go to hell, who will? (translate to Mandarin pulease) But it was good because Miss Lee informed me about IKEA sale and I managed to buy my corner bookcase (not very easy to find), my bathroom shelving system, the tek ko for curtains for sista, a long wire meant for curtains but I'd put it at my bed and clip pictures, paintings or whatever. At some discount. And I realised my Dad's new car is actually quite amazing, the back seats and be put down and alas, extended space to put barangs at the back of the car. My bookcase managed to come home with me in the car, and I was on top of it literally. With my mum's new quilt as a pillow, I curled up and took a nice nap home.
And today I closed my bank account, took out the 3k left in it and walked across the street with the stack of 50's to UOB to do a cash deposit. (Note: No pockets in my shorts, din bring no bag) My mum almost fainted.
And I played this new game Yun Huey bought from JB. Imagine building your own Shopping Centre! Wasn't that fantastic, but occupied me quite a bit.
And today is SO hot. I hate this weather.
The End.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Of course, online quizzes are most important especially when you are dying in front of the comp doing assignments
You scored as Sloth.
Sloth | 88% | ||
Wrath | 75% | ||
Pride | 69% | ||
Greed | 69% | ||
Envy | 69% | ||
Lust | 56% | ||
Gluttony | 38% |
Seven deadly sins
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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Of things in life I rather wish never did happened to me
Breakups are always horrible. I've experienced enough of those myself. Stories repeat day after day, from one to another. Tears never does dry. Not so soon.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
Monday, March 07, 2005
A friend in need is a friend indeed
Thought of what Kirpal said in class. Friends who help you out within their own comfort zones cannot yet be considered good friends. They are just friends. To be a friend in need, it must most likely involve certain form of self-sacrifice, like not meeting up with the man of your dreams to run a very important errand for, walk from Heeren to Lido to buy your movie ticket for you and pass it to you back in Heeren without grumbling.
How many such friends do I have? And to how many people, am I such a person to?
You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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How many such friends do I have? And to how many people, am I such a person to?
You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.
Musical/Rhythmic | 96% | ||
Verbal/Linguistic | 82% | ||
Bodily/Kinesthetic | 79% | ||
Intrapersonal | 57% | ||
Visual/Spatial | 54% | ||
Interpersonal | 54% | ||
Logical/Mathematical | 36% |
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I have 439 posts
And this is my 440th. I have been blogging since May 2002. Wow. No wonder all I wanted to do is to add 2 friends on my links, changed so little of the template and it took like more than the few seconds blogger promised to republish my blog.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
I am blogging on 3G
Not. Think I crazy ah? If I don't die from the slow handwriting on the PDA, I would have died of the dizziness from the bus ride. But I did manage to read other's blog though(and felt very very dizzy after).
What is it about blogging? Why is my friend who is apparently a late bloomer for many things also into it now? (Nevermind, being 3 years late lah is okay, since you are making it up by the number of posts in your archives. :P)
I'm not going to write long and be any inspiring because I'm only supposed to be online to print out the notes for my open book test (yipee!) tommorrow.
*Warming my hands up for some major flipping*
But anyway, I am agreeing with many others who are whining about being too typical too normal too boring. I am feeling sick of not doing anything all the time. And it is not exactly because I have no friends to be with, or I have no activities to indulge with. But I just, well don't feel like it. Because it cost money, and it is indeed a touchy issue now. I'm shifting (and I am not ashame to say that it is definitely not an upgrade), and I want to be responsible for my own things. I mean, things like a wardrobe or a table that is for MY use, shouldn't I, someone who is financially unstable YET able, contribute? I want to anyway. And I believe I can do without a few nights out merlioning and worshipping the toilet bowl. Well there will always be those glorious days where we are THE queens and kings. But hey I only need to survive a few more months before it's all over and I will be (well hopefully) not just ABLE BUT STABLE. I can make a comeback and no one would have noticed that I've even left. ;)
Strangely though, it sort of hit me a while ago and I got so sick of this whole no life thingy that it affected me abit. Afterall as my Ping and I have said while we do buy a lot of things and I have only recently discovered that I have a wardrobe bigger than most people but I have always pride in being able to find my own way out and somehow manage my expenses such that I take very little from my parents, buy a lot of things, and in turn work my butt off and burn my weekends but never, ever had to borrow money from anyone. And I could always do what I felt like doing and buy what I desired most of the time, so this self restrain is not that easy. Plus I am but just back from an exchange which was travelling up north or down south every other weekend. It is S T A R K difference. And I'm just not used to it.
But we'll see how it goes. I will lighten up, and money IS anyway for spending. I'd set aside my 1-2k for the rainy renovation days but if I ask you out, you better be a nice friend and answer Your Highness with great enthusiasm.
Alamak, it's still quite long after all.
What is it about blogging? Why is my friend who is apparently a late bloomer for many things also into it now? (Nevermind, being 3 years late lah is okay, since you are making it up by the number of posts in your archives. :P)
I'm not going to write long and be any inspiring because I'm only supposed to be online to print out the notes for my open book test (yipee!) tommorrow.
*Warming my hands up for some major flipping*
But anyway, I am agreeing with many others who are whining about being too typical too normal too boring. I am feeling sick of not doing anything all the time. And it is not exactly because I have no friends to be with, or I have no activities to indulge with. But I just, well don't feel like it. Because it cost money, and it is indeed a touchy issue now. I'm shifting (and I am not ashame to say that it is definitely not an upgrade), and I want to be responsible for my own things. I mean, things like a wardrobe or a table that is for MY use, shouldn't I, someone who is financially unstable YET able, contribute? I want to anyway. And I believe I can do without a few nights out merlioning and worshipping the toilet bowl. Well there will always be those glorious days where we are THE queens and kings. But hey I only need to survive a few more months before it's all over and I will be (well hopefully) not just ABLE BUT STABLE. I can make a comeback and no one would have noticed that I've even left. ;)
Strangely though, it sort of hit me a while ago and I got so sick of this whole no life thingy that it affected me abit. Afterall as my Ping and I have said while we do buy a lot of things and I have only recently discovered that I have a wardrobe bigger than most people but I have always pride in being able to find my own way out and somehow manage my expenses such that I take very little from my parents, buy a lot of things, and in turn work my butt off and burn my weekends but never, ever had to borrow money from anyone. And I could always do what I felt like doing and buy what I desired most of the time, so this self restrain is not that easy. Plus I am but just back from an exchange which was travelling up north or down south every other weekend. It is S T A R K difference. And I'm just not used to it.
But we'll see how it goes. I will lighten up, and money IS anyway for spending. I'd set aside my 1-2k for the rainy renovation days but if I ask you out, you better be a nice friend and answer Your Highness with great enthusiasm.
Alamak, it's still quite long after all.
Friday, February 18, 2005
The confession of a high life tai tai
Disclaimer: To be read with the high pitched tai-tai voice.
Oh! *dramatic sigh* How absolutely booooooooring Singapore can be. Nothing to do, nowhere to spend my money on.
*dramatic rolling of the eye* Kind of miss the Phad Thai and Tom Yum Kung. Shall fly to Bangkok tommorrow for the weekend, and at the same time get my nails done, hair permed, and of course, MORE clothes, MORE shoes. I should buy a polaroid soon, to take pictures of my shoes, and place it outside my shoe box, or they risk being forgotten forever.
*dramatic light slap on the forehead* Oh high life oh high life... Where will I head next? Italy for pasta? Mexico for abalone?
Heeeeeeeaaaaadache ah *dramatic delicate shake of the head*
Inspired by Ping, of the akan datang taitaihui
Oh! *dramatic sigh* How absolutely booooooooring Singapore can be. Nothing to do, nowhere to spend my money on.
*dramatic rolling of the eye* Kind of miss the Phad Thai and Tom Yum Kung. Shall fly to Bangkok tommorrow for the weekend, and at the same time get my nails done, hair permed, and of course, MORE clothes, MORE shoes. I should buy a polaroid soon, to take pictures of my shoes, and place it outside my shoe box, or they risk being forgotten forever.
*dramatic light slap on the forehead* Oh high life oh high life... Where will I head next? Italy for pasta? Mexico for abalone?
Heeeeeeeaaaaadache ah *dramatic delicate shake of the head*
Inspired by Ping, of the akan datang taitaihui
Sunday, February 13, 2005
It is happening again. I know what I have to do. I have an assignment due tommorrow and I have not even started on it. The fight for the computer is over - I now occupy it.
Yet.
I am looking through my old emails, had a good laugh after reading my PD tutor's email to us, on how much he missed us because he went on to SP to teach instead, and left us in J2.
He is my favorite teacher. I mean, how often do you meet a teacher who looked shocked when you actually made it to school and congratulate you on your effort, skipped PE for the whole 2 years back in NJ because he think he looks ridiculous as "A scrawny Indian in red shorts", laugh at you when you kanna caught for your chestnut colored hair, notice these little things and email you about it, like Hey are you still carrying THAT bag? or Don't talk to that boy anymore, he's evil!
I love him.
Yes baby, I agree that a teacher is above all other professions. The impact teachers leave on us is forever. I'm sure you'd still remember that primary school teacher who made you pee in your pants, or stand outside your class, or lock you out of the classroom or something.
And these memories remain forever.
My dear angels who decided to take on this impossible task, promise me to do your best, because as Marlor in the movie which featured my other boyfriend ALFIE said, (sorry, not Verbatim cos I cannot remember lah)
... You never meant to hurt anybody? But you already have.
Yet.
I am looking through my old emails, had a good laugh after reading my PD tutor's email to us, on how much he missed us because he went on to SP to teach instead, and left us in J2.
He is my favorite teacher. I mean, how often do you meet a teacher who looked shocked when you actually made it to school and congratulate you on your effort, skipped PE for the whole 2 years back in NJ because he think he looks ridiculous as "A scrawny Indian in red shorts", laugh at you when you kanna caught for your chestnut colored hair, notice these little things and email you about it, like Hey are you still carrying THAT bag? or Don't talk to that boy anymore, he's evil!
I love him.
Yes baby, I agree that a teacher is above all other professions. The impact teachers leave on us is forever. I'm sure you'd still remember that primary school teacher who made you pee in your pants, or stand outside your class, or lock you out of the classroom or something.
And these memories remain forever.
My dear angels who decided to take on this impossible task, promise me to do your best, because as Marlor in the movie which featured my other boyfriend ALFIE said, (sorry, not Verbatim cos I cannot remember lah)
... You never meant to hurt anybody? But you already have.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Right about the most passe looking ecard...
But hey who cares,
Happy Chinese New Year!
May Ang Baos flood your brand new handbags!
P.S. My mummy just told me that you peeps born in the year of the Dog must wear more whites, yellows (gasps!) and ORANGE! (dbs uniform?)
Sorry my Rooster friends, I donch know what you guys should wear.
P.S. Why is it that when I look into Friendster (prying into people's not so private life again) and click on my JC classmates do I realise that most of them are kinda, not very normal? In a positive, artsy way I suppose. Better get some JC gathering going, gonna be rather amusingly fun.