haven't you realise the most of us had lost the real meaning for living in this world.
salespersons smile and saying "thank you" to customers because they have to provide excellent services.
compliments ain't compliments anymore, 'cause they are suppose to attract more friends to you. (everybody loves compliments, ain't it?)
police use entrapment for arrestment, not for a crime-free sociaty.
singers are singers not because of their vocal.
working is only for the sake of claiming salary at the end of every month.
people get married and have kids ain't necessary because of love.
it's just sad isn't it? things are done and said not because of the meaning originally meant anymore. yes, humans are cleverer and smarter now, but due to the higher IQ level distort things, making it a more cunning world and you have to think twice, read between the words, before believing.
and, isn't it irritating when others start to doubt your words due to the ever-changing world when things said ain't suppose to be wat it mean?
it's hard to be sincere and trusting with each passing day, but i'll try. when i say "i love to sing", please do not interpret it as "i wana be a f*cking famous star with lotsa money."
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
sway day
how sway can i be? let's see..
i wokeup in the middle of the night, at 3am, 'cause i had a severe stomachache. it was painful, but there was not shit till i ran to the toilet for the 3rd for 4th time, then went back to sleep.
felt damn uneasy when i wokeup in the morning for work. lay in my bed for around 10mins 'cause i felt i'm gonna vomit anytime. finally, due to the fact that i was running outta time, i got up.
after that got up, i ran to the toilet. diaherrea.
i felt d*mn weak after that. great, now gastric. i seldom have gastric. -.-
no seats to be found on bus 27. i couldn't eat (the bread that my mum made for me) in the bus, nor can i sit down to rest. my gastri nearly killed me.
ate those bread while walking to my workplace. ahh.. at least i can sit down to do my work.
i found laura at my desk, and this is the 1st thing i heard.
shikin: jasmine, help me to photocopy these. *hand me a file*
laura: heyy, i need to use your com for a while.
greatx2, now i cannot even rest, and my gastric is getting worse. and i can sense a headache coming.
aye, i better had a better evening.
i wokeup in the middle of the night, at 3am, 'cause i had a severe stomachache. it was painful, but there was not shit till i ran to the toilet for the 3rd for 4th time, then went back to sleep.
felt damn uneasy when i wokeup in the morning for work. lay in my bed for around 10mins 'cause i felt i'm gonna vomit anytime. finally, due to the fact that i was running outta time, i got up.
after that got up, i ran to the toilet. diaherrea.
i felt d*mn weak after that. great, now gastric. i seldom have gastric. -.-
no seats to be found on bus 27. i couldn't eat (the bread that my mum made for me) in the bus, nor can i sit down to rest. my gastri nearly killed me.
ate those bread while walking to my workplace. ahh.. at least i can sit down to do my work.
i found laura at my desk, and this is the 1st thing i heard.
shikin: jasmine, help me to photocopy these. *hand me a file*
laura: heyy, i need to use your com for a while.
greatx2, now i cannot even rest, and my gastric is getting worse. and i can sense a headache coming.
aye, i better had a better evening.
journey to work
it's early in the morning, and i'm sorta like pestered by kim to blog, so..
seriously, i have the boring-est life. there's nth interesting to blog, unless you see my entries as goodnight stories so it might be useful to cure your insomnian. (how do you spell it?)
well, i woke up 7.35am this morning.
mama: *beat my ass with a dumb pillow* qi lai le! qi ge zi le! (wakeup! it's 35 already.)
me: hah-nah..
*after preparation and ready to get outta the house at 8am* (fyi: my work starts at 8.30am)
papa: 8.15am wo zai ni qu. yao bu yao? (i fetch you there at 8.15am, wan?)
me: yao! (wan!)
*reach my no.27 bus stop*
papa: dao le. (here.)
me: huh? here?!?!?! *make a big fuss*
hello. the bus stop??? i might as well walk there. it doesn't even take me 15mins! wateva it is, i made him fetch me to my workplace.
it's kinda annoying when people don't make themselves clear, isn't it?
seriously, i have the boring-est life. there's nth interesting to blog, unless you see my entries as goodnight stories so it might be useful to cure your insomnian. (how do you spell it?)
well, i woke up 7.35am this morning.
mama: *beat my ass with a dumb pillow* qi lai le! qi ge zi le! (wakeup! it's 35 already.)
me: hah-nah..
*after preparation and ready to get outta the house at 8am* (fyi: my work starts at 8.30am)
papa: 8.15am wo zai ni qu. yao bu yao? (i fetch you there at 8.15am, wan?)
me: yao! (wan!)
*reach my no.27 bus stop*
papa: dao le. (here.)
me: huh? here?!?!?! *make a big fuss*
hello. the bus stop??? i might as well walk there. it doesn't even take me 15mins! wateva it is, i made him fetch me to my workplace.
it's kinda annoying when people don't make themselves clear, isn't it?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
sbs complain letter
just wrote a complain letter to SBS.
The bus was quite packed when it arrived, but still some rooms available for a few more passengers. After a few of us got up the bus, a lady who have not got up the bus shouted to the bus driver in chinese whether is there any space for herself. The bus drive mumbled some words, but the most obvious words that could be heard was "behind", also in chinese. The lady thought he was trying to mean to enter from the exit door (which was behind), thus she rushed to the back. As she was about to get up, the bus drive closed the door, nearly caught the lady in between the door. I think it was quite dangerous.
Once, there was a guy beside me, also near the entrance, wanted to alight at a specific bus stop. The bus driver opened the exit door. As he was very far away from the exit door, and very near to the entrance door, he asked the bus driver if he could open the entrance door to make things easier for him. To my alarm, he refused. Without any other choice, he squeezed his way to the exit door.
Other than this two incident, the whole trip towards my destination was very jerky, and a few times some of the passengers nearly fell.
I hope that the inconveniences caused to his passengers could be make known to him. Also, being a bus driver is more than receiving monthly salary, but to be responsible to his passengers.
===============
aye. i don't care. it's fate tt i'm on the bus.
The bus was quite packed when it arrived, but still some rooms available for a few more passengers. After a few of us got up the bus, a lady who have not got up the bus shouted to the bus driver in chinese whether is there any space for herself. The bus drive mumbled some words, but the most obvious words that could be heard was "behind", also in chinese. The lady thought he was trying to mean to enter from the exit door (which was behind), thus she rushed to the back. As she was about to get up, the bus drive closed the door, nearly caught the lady in between the door. I think it was quite dangerous.
Once, there was a guy beside me, also near the entrance, wanted to alight at a specific bus stop. The bus driver opened the exit door. As he was very far away from the exit door, and very near to the entrance door, he asked the bus driver if he could open the entrance door to make things easier for him. To my alarm, he refused. Without any other choice, he squeezed his way to the exit door.
Other than this two incident, the whole trip towards my destination was very jerky, and a few times some of the passengers nearly fell.
I hope that the inconveniences caused to his passengers could be make known to him. Also, being a bus driver is more than receiving monthly salary, but to be responsible to his passengers.
===============
aye. i don't care. it's fate tt i'm on the bus.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
bad mood
sorry, if i offended any of you. i'm not exactly in a very good mood now and in fact, i'm pissed.
this is normally how my weekly schedule looks like-
mon-necdc:8.30am-6pm
tue-necdc:8.30am-6pm
wed-necdc:8.30am-6pm
thurs-necdc:8.30am-6pm
fri-necdc:8.30am-5.30pm
fyi: necdc is NORTHEAST COMMUNITY DEVELOPMENT COUNCIL. i guess weisheng is the only one who know. (he even knows there are 5 cdcs.)and ya, maybe weilin 'cause she worked there before. it's sorta a government thingy but wateva it is, I'M IN THE ACCOUNTS DEPARTMENT. i f*cking dun care wat the company is 'cause wat i did everyday was just to check the invoices and shred papers. i collect my pay monthly and i dun give a d*mn about the rest. and, it's only a temporary jon till my sch (it's SIM, just in case you dun even know about that) in august. OHH YES, I AM GOING TO SIM.
i'm working either morning till 4pm, or from 4pm till night on either sat or sun. it's located inside HEARTLAND MALL and the shop i'm working for is a SINGTEL AUTHORISED DISTRIBUTOR.
on sun morning i'll be going for PERCUSSION PRACTICES at SIGLAP CC, then rush off for my GUITAR LESSON at TAMPINES YAMAHA.
i've made myself clear so STOP ASKING. DUN ASK ME WHY AM I WORKING ON WEEKENDS, WHERE AND WAT, AND THE LIST GOES ON. STOP THE SILLY COMMENTS I.E. WHY I'M SO LACK OF MONEY AND I SHOULD DO THIS AND THAT INSTEAD BLAH BLAH BLAH. THIS IS MY LIFE AND I GOT MY F*CKING SAY TO WAT I WAN TO DO.
told you, i'm in a foul mood.
this is normally how my weekly schedule looks like-
mon-necdc:8.30am-6pm
tue-necdc:8.30am-6pm
wed-necdc:8.30am-6pm
thurs-necdc:8.30am-6pm
fri-necdc:8.30am-5.30pm
fyi: necdc is NORTHEAST COMMUNITY DEVELOPMENT COUNCIL. i guess weisheng is the only one who know. (he even knows there are 5 cdcs.)and ya, maybe weilin 'cause she worked there before. it's sorta a government thingy but wateva it is, I'M IN THE ACCOUNTS DEPARTMENT. i f*cking dun care wat the company is 'cause wat i did everyday was just to check the invoices and shred papers. i collect my pay monthly and i dun give a d*mn about the rest. and, it's only a temporary jon till my sch (it's SIM, just in case you dun even know about that) in august. OHH YES, I AM GOING TO SIM.
i'm working either morning till 4pm, or from 4pm till night on either sat or sun. it's located inside HEARTLAND MALL and the shop i'm working for is a SINGTEL AUTHORISED DISTRIBUTOR.
on sun morning i'll be going for PERCUSSION PRACTICES at SIGLAP CC, then rush off for my GUITAR LESSON at TAMPINES YAMAHA.
i've made myself clear so STOP ASKING. DUN ASK ME WHY AM I WORKING ON WEEKENDS, WHERE AND WAT, AND THE LIST GOES ON. STOP THE SILLY COMMENTS I.E. WHY I'M SO LACK OF MONEY AND I SHOULD DO THIS AND THAT INSTEAD BLAH BLAH BLAH. THIS IS MY LIFE AND I GOT MY F*CKING SAY TO WAT I WAN TO DO.
told you, i'm in a foul mood.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Hospital Window
A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the
window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the
window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
friends
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse, God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse, God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
weilin's birdday
HERE YOU GO KIM! =PPP
i really don't have much to blog actually, just tt maybe i can blog up my bank book. the entries are just tooo looong...
ok, maybe some pics? =p
oh the BIG 19TH YEAR OLD GIRL'S BIRTHDAY!
aww.. so shy..
haha.. see, you won'tt be as shy when you reach 20.
looks sooo nice. lipeng and weilin ate this, i think.
this is sooo sour!!! to think it's call spicy something thing. i ate this. heee.
sharon and clarice ate this. sooo nice lo. aye, made the wrong choice.
more to come! maybe next time. tirredd..
i really don't have much to blog actually, just tt maybe i can blog up my bank book. the entries are just tooo looong...
ok, maybe some pics? =p
oh the BIG 19TH YEAR OLD GIRL'S BIRTHDAY!
aww.. so shy..haha.. see, you won'tt be as shy when you reach 20.
looks sooo nice. lipeng and weilin ate this, i think.this is sooo sour!!! to think it's call spicy something thing. i ate this. heee.
sharon and clarice ate this. sooo nice lo. aye, made the wrong choice.more to come! maybe next time. tirredd..
Saturday, June 17, 2006
kim no internet
can i be a stupid bimbotic bitch for a while?
HAHAHA KIM GOT NO INTERNET WHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*ahem* i think i'm gonna get killed by 2 persons.
p/s: thanks kimmy for the chat last night. haven't been on the phone for so long. *smiles*
HAHAHA KIM GOT NO INTERNET WHAHAHAHAHA!!!
*ahem* i think i'm gonna get killed by 2 persons.
p/s: thanks kimmy for the chat last night. haven't been on the phone for so long. *smiles*
Thursday, June 15, 2006
knowing myself
hmm.. just trying to get to know myself better.
the 'goods' about me:
*a listener (sometimes)
*filial
*a friend
the 'bads' about me:
*blood boils easily
*oblivious to my surroundings
*shopaholic
*lazy
*vulgar
*running away from the reality
*rude
*stm
*impulsive
the 'lacks' in me:
*patience
*confidence
loves:
*papa, mama and didi
*money
*kitten, cats
*guitars
*mango (apparel co.)
*emily the strange
*lv
*sweaters
*miniskirts
*jumper (crossback kind)
*dresses
*heels
*big earrings
*jade bangles and rings
*diamonds
*gold
*watches
*mandonggei chicken rice
*taiwan porridge
*mos burger (esp. milk tea)
*gailan
*chocolates
*cookies
*milo
*pokka greentea (hot and cold)
*yellow
*black
*handsome guys
*andros
*ministry of sound
*watching tv
*reading comics/storybooks
*basketball (to watch only)
*world cup
*my birthday
*christmas
*blogging
*taking photos
*beautiful scenaries
*singing
*dancing
afraid of:
*eye contacts
*insects
*cactus
*responsibility
*committment
*horror/gorror
hates:
*mentos
*dusts
*troubles
*my tummy
*fat thighs
*insults
*psychos
*zhongseqingyou
*braggers
*being fat
*irritating aunties/uncles
*misunderstood-ed
*liars (including those who don't keep their promises. i call them liars tooo)
the 'goods' about me:
*a listener (sometimes)
*filial
*a friend
the 'bads' about me:
*blood boils easily
*oblivious to my surroundings
*shopaholic
*lazy
*vulgar
*running away from the reality
*rude
*stm
*impulsive
the 'lacks' in me:
*patience
*confidence
loves:
*papa, mama and didi
*money
*kitten, cats
*guitars
*mango (apparel co.)
*emily the strange
*lv
*sweaters
*miniskirts
*jumper (crossback kind)
*dresses
*heels
*big earrings
*jade bangles and rings
*diamonds
*gold
*watches
*mandonggei chicken rice
*taiwan porridge
*mos burger (esp. milk tea)
*gailan
*chocolates
*cookies
*milo
*pokka greentea (hot and cold)
*yellow
*black
*handsome guys
*andros
*ministry of sound
*watching tv
*reading comics/storybooks
*basketball (to watch only)
*world cup
*my birthday
*christmas
*blogging
*taking photos
*beautiful scenaries
*singing
*dancing
afraid of:
*eye contacts
*insects
*cactus
*responsibility
*committment
*horror/gorror
hates:
*mentos
*dusts
*troubles
*my tummy
*fat thighs
*insults
*psychos
*zhongseqingyou
*braggers
*being fat
*irritating aunties/uncles
*misunderstood-ed
*liars (including those who don't keep their promises. i call them liars tooo)
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
brain teaser test
did this brainteaser quiz at http://uk.tickle.com/test/brainteaser.html, and my results are:
You answered 27 out of 30 questions correctly!
Congratulations! Your score is in the 96th percentile, so on average, if 100 people took this test your score would be expected to rank higher than 95 of them. Your strongest area is your logical ability where you scored in the 100th percentile. This means you are suited to:
Using a precise thinking process to cut through an array of stimuli
Detect underlying logic in order to solve multi-layered problems
i didn't know i could think that logically. free go try. haha.
You answered 27 out of 30 questions correctly!
Congratulations! Your score is in the 96th percentile, so on average, if 100 people took this test your score would be expected to rank higher than 95 of them. Your strongest area is your logical ability where you scored in the 100th percentile. This means you are suited to:
Using a precise thinking process to cut through an array of stimuli
Detect underlying logic in order to solve multi-layered problems
i didn't know i could think that logically. free go try. haha.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
friendship v.s relationship
*working*
people still have the sterotype thinking that gals and guys can never be pure friends. but i guess i have lotsa good boy-friends. =p whereas for my mr.right.. i'm still waiting. =)
good boy-friends:
*bryan
*yuwei
*xiangquan
*yongkai (ok, good cousinly boy-friend)
*weisheng
*sahar
good boy-friends that lost contact:
*wenkwang
*zhiwei
*zefeng
*reika
if you realised your names ain't under my list, it means either your gender ain't male, you name just slipped off my mind or it doesn't even belong to the list. you can try asking at the tagboard to see if you belong there.
to me, friends are just friends. no different between a good gal-friend and a good boy-friend. just tt maybe you can't shall the tips about where to buy a good bra. (maybe only bryan) whereas for a boyfriend, tt idiot gotta stuck with you for the rest of your life (if you intend to commit). so, i won't just choose any tom, dick or harry. i'll only accept my mr.right. (i'm ms.left)
talking about my mr.right, was chatting a little with jinghui last night (or you can call it early morning), and was a kinda surprised wat she actually commented.
jh: i think you are very happy being single.
wat sia!!! err, anyway, continue..
me: ..y???
jh: from you way you look lo.
me: but i'm losing lotsa friends.
jh? like wat? your friends like you and you can't be friends anymore?
me: *roll eyes* no la. more and more friends are getting attached, and they have less and less time for you. sometimes i wana find someone to talk to, i scroll down my contacts, and i can find no one.
jh: if it's true friends, they'll surely find time for you.
speaking of tt, i think the person one is kim. (the only person who came to my mind) the rest are just zhong se qing you. friends=spare tyres. wat's the f*cking use of treating them well and be there for them whenever they need you?
quoted from jinghui's blog:
dun understand how ppl can be so f*cking selfish and irresponsible.
there's nth wrong to put frens b4 urself.
make sure ur frens put u b4 themselves 1st
if not den its not worth it.
call me selfish, but i'm the same as her. i don't believe in being there for you always, and wait till your boyfriend dump you, then you realise how important friends are.
i dun mean you have to zhong you qing se (treat friends better than boyfriend), but at least equal.
you are concern about your boyfriend, so show some concern to your friends.
you call your boyfriend back when you missed his call, please call your friends back when you missed their calls.
you cancelled the date with your friends 'cause your boyfriend asked you out last min. i dun expect you to put your boyfriend's aeroplane, but at least dun cancel the date with me.
don't tell me that
your boyfriend treats you i won't treat you,
you boyfriend sends you home everytime you 2 go out i won't,
your boyfriend won't mind when you are late for the date,
'cause i won't dump you. (if you don't dump me)
love relationship and friendship are just 2 extremely different graphs.
friendship is a constant straight line graph.
e.g. kim is y=10. maybe it'll flicker a bit sometimes when we both get sick of each other, but yeah, it's never ending.
love relationship is just like a economic total product curve.
it started slow, 'cause u 2 just got attracted to each other, then fast, increasing in a decreasing order. after getting tgr, things started to cool down, increasing in a decreasing order. everything starts to slow down after you discover each others flaws. (seriously, no one is flawless like fann wong's skin.) it hit the highest point, when the honeymoon period is over, everything starts to go downhill.
dun tell me your boyfriend do so much for you. the graph tells everything. but, dun expect to have the cake and eat it. if the str line graph is me, you'll see tt line heading for zero.
people still have the sterotype thinking that gals and guys can never be pure friends. but i guess i have lotsa good boy-friends. =p whereas for my mr.right.. i'm still waiting. =)
good boy-friends:
*bryan
*yuwei
*xiangquan
*yongkai (ok, good cousinly boy-friend)
*weisheng
*sahar
good boy-friends that lost contact:
*wenkwang
*zhiwei
*zefeng
*reika
if you realised your names ain't under my list, it means either your gender ain't male, you name just slipped off my mind or it doesn't even belong to the list. you can try asking at the tagboard to see if you belong there.
to me, friends are just friends. no different between a good gal-friend and a good boy-friend. just tt maybe you can't shall the tips about where to buy a good bra. (maybe only bryan) whereas for a boyfriend, tt idiot gotta stuck with you for the rest of your life (if you intend to commit). so, i won't just choose any tom, dick or harry. i'll only accept my mr.right. (i'm ms.left)
talking about my mr.right, was chatting a little with jinghui last night (or you can call it early morning), and was a kinda surprised wat she actually commented.
jh: i think you are very happy being single.
wat sia!!! err, anyway, continue..
me: ..y???
jh: from you way you look lo.
me: but i'm losing lotsa friends.
jh? like wat? your friends like you and you can't be friends anymore?
me: *roll eyes* no la. more and more friends are getting attached, and they have less and less time for you. sometimes i wana find someone to talk to, i scroll down my contacts, and i can find no one.
jh: if it's true friends, they'll surely find time for you.
speaking of tt, i think the person one is kim. (the only person who came to my mind) the rest are just zhong se qing you. friends=spare tyres. wat's the f*cking use of treating them well and be there for them whenever they need you?
quoted from jinghui's blog:
dun understand how ppl can be so f*cking selfish and irresponsible.
there's nth wrong to put frens b4 urself.
make sure ur frens put u b4 themselves 1st
if not den its not worth it.
call me selfish, but i'm the same as her. i don't believe in being there for you always, and wait till your boyfriend dump you, then you realise how important friends are.
i dun mean you have to zhong you qing se (treat friends better than boyfriend), but at least equal.
you are concern about your boyfriend, so show some concern to your friends.
you call your boyfriend back when you missed his call, please call your friends back when you missed their calls.
you cancelled the date with your friends 'cause your boyfriend asked you out last min. i dun expect you to put your boyfriend's aeroplane, but at least dun cancel the date with me.
don't tell me that
your boyfriend treats you i won't treat you,
you boyfriend sends you home everytime you 2 go out i won't,
your boyfriend won't mind when you are late for the date,
'cause i won't dump you. (if you don't dump me)
love relationship and friendship are just 2 extremely different graphs.
friendship is a constant straight line graph.
e.g. kim is y=10. maybe it'll flicker a bit sometimes when we both get sick of each other, but yeah, it's never ending.
love relationship is just like a economic total product curve.
it started slow, 'cause u 2 just got attracted to each other, then fast, increasing in a decreasing order. after getting tgr, things started to cool down, increasing in a decreasing order. everything starts to slow down after you discover each others flaws. (seriously, no one is flawless like fann wong's skin.) it hit the highest point, when the honeymoon period is over, everything starts to go downhill.
dun tell me your boyfriend do so much for you. the graph tells everything. but, dun expect to have the cake and eat it. if the str line graph is me, you'll see tt line heading for zero.
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
be thankful
be thankful:
for the wife
who said it's hot dogs tonight, because she is at home with me, not out with someone else.
for the husband
who is on the sofa being a potato couch, because he is at home with me, not out at the bars.
for the teenager
who is complaining about doing dishes because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
for the taxes i pay
because it means i am employed.
for the mess i to clean after a party
because it means i have been surrounded by friends.
for the clothes that fit a little tooo snug
because it means i have enough to eat.
for my shadow that watch me work
because it means i am out in the sunshine.
for a lawn that need mowing,
window that needs cleaning,
and gutters that needs fixing
because it means i have a home.
for all the complaining i hear about government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
for the parking spot i find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means i am capable of walking and i have been blessed with transportation.
for my huge aircon bill
because it means i am keep cool from singapore's humid water.
for the lady behind me who sings off key
because it means i can hear
for the pile of laundry and ironing
because it means i have clothes to wear
for wearing and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means i am capable of working hard.
for the alarm that goes off in the morning early hours
because it means i'm alive.
for the wife
who said it's hot dogs tonight, because she is at home with me, not out with someone else.
for the husband
who is on the sofa being a potato couch, because he is at home with me, not out at the bars.
for the teenager
who is complaining about doing dishes because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
for the taxes i pay
because it means i am employed.
for the mess i to clean after a party
because it means i have been surrounded by friends.
for the clothes that fit a little tooo snug
because it means i have enough to eat.
for my shadow that watch me work
because it means i am out in the sunshine.
for a lawn that need mowing,
window that needs cleaning,
and gutters that needs fixing
because it means i have a home.
for all the complaining i hear about government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
for the parking spot i find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means i am capable of walking and i have been blessed with transportation.
for my huge aircon bill
because it means i am keep cool from singapore's humid water.
for the lady behind me who sings off key
because it means i can hear
for the pile of laundry and ironing
because it means i have clothes to wear
for wearing and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means i am capable of working hard.
for the alarm that goes off in the morning early hours
because it means i'm alive.
Friday, June 2, 2006
muttons prank call
it happened ytd, but i still couldn't recover from it. it was freaking funny!!!
my stupid dad. i wonder how did he switch off the tv, but it just couldn't work again! *pissed* luckily i wasn't affected much, 'cause i'll be busy working and studying.
whatever, and i went to work. while i was in the bus listening to muttons in the morning..
justin: if anyone wants to play a prank on their friends, or anyone else, give us a sms, and we'll give them a morning call..
me (to myself): hmm.. quite interesting. the tv spoilage thing could be an interesting excuse to play a prank on him.. aye, won't so heng also. won't die la.
and i sms-ed muttons.
i regretted immediately after that, 'cause my dad's english was as bad as kim reading chinese. *oops* (ehh, at least i said read ok.) i wonder will he understand or not.
aye. won't be so zhun la. but GOD KNOWS.
justin: ...speaking of naughty girls. jasmine's one naughty girl. (die) she sent us an sms, wanting us to sabo her dad. apparently their big big (ok, it wasn't that big) just spoil, and his dad was trying to contact the manufacturers just now. bo-do la. where got people open so early one. (yah, i just scolded him about tt tt morning) let's just call him back and pretend to be the manufacturers.
*ring ring*
dad: hello
vernon: hi. is that mr. raymond?
dad: speaking.
vernon: this is the manufacturer calling. may i know wat happened to your tv?
dad: ..huh?
vernon: erm, you left a voicemail right?
dad: orgh. are you mr. can?
vernon:...no, this is mr.wong.
dad: the tv spoil again la. there's no image on the lcd screen la. it's been the 4th time it spoil since i bought it already. i demand some reasonable compensation.
vernon: oh, really ah? hmm.. y not like this, you sell the tv to your friend, then you buy a new one la.
dad: huh?! no, no way i'm gonna do that. how can i do that to my friends?
vernon: you sell it to those friends you dun like de la.
dad: no la cannot la.. how can i do that..
*burst out laughing*
justin: raymond, your daughter sent us a sms to trick you la.
dad: huh?
vernon: your daughter is jasmine right?
dad: ...that means i'm on air la?
vernon&justin: yah.
whalao! i laughed until staffs from other department complained about my laughter volume.
who wants to be next?
my stupid dad. i wonder how did he switch off the tv, but it just couldn't work again! *pissed* luckily i wasn't affected much, 'cause i'll be busy working and studying.
whatever, and i went to work. while i was in the bus listening to muttons in the morning..
justin: if anyone wants to play a prank on their friends, or anyone else, give us a sms, and we'll give them a morning call..
me (to myself): hmm.. quite interesting. the tv spoilage thing could be an interesting excuse to play a prank on him.. aye, won't so heng also. won't die la.
and i sms-ed muttons.
i regretted immediately after that, 'cause my dad's english was as bad as kim reading chinese. *oops* (ehh, at least i said read ok.) i wonder will he understand or not.
aye. won't be so zhun la. but GOD KNOWS.
justin: ...speaking of naughty girls. jasmine's one naughty girl. (die) she sent us an sms, wanting us to sabo her dad. apparently their big big (ok, it wasn't that big) just spoil, and his dad was trying to contact the manufacturers just now. bo-do la. where got people open so early one. (yah, i just scolded him about tt tt morning) let's just call him back and pretend to be the manufacturers.
*ring ring*
dad: hello
vernon: hi. is that mr. raymond?
dad: speaking.
vernon: this is the manufacturer calling. may i know wat happened to your tv?
dad: ..huh?
vernon: erm, you left a voicemail right?
dad: orgh. are you mr. can?
vernon:...no, this is mr.wong.
dad: the tv spoil again la. there's no image on the lcd screen la. it's been the 4th time it spoil since i bought it already. i demand some reasonable compensation.
vernon: oh, really ah? hmm.. y not like this, you sell the tv to your friend, then you buy a new one la.
dad: huh?! no, no way i'm gonna do that. how can i do that to my friends?
vernon: you sell it to those friends you dun like de la.
dad: no la cannot la.. how can i do that..
*burst out laughing*
justin: raymond, your daughter sent us a sms to trick you la.
dad: huh?
vernon: your daughter is jasmine right?
dad: ...that means i'm on air la?
vernon&justin: yah.
whalao! i laughed until staffs from other department complained about my laughter volume.
who wants to be next?
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