you don't play soccer doesn't mean you can complain that whoever played lousily.
you ain't pretty doesn't mean you cannot criticize that the gals in this year's pageant are fugly.
you ain't thin doesn't mean you can't comment chenliping is fat.
you can't act doesn't mean you can't complain chenzicai can't act.
you don't jam doesn't mean you can't criticize summerbreeze shouldn't even be in superband's top18.
don't tell me you didn't do that b4. i bet everyone did. i hate it when i commented,
"chenzicai can't act lo. he looked as if he's stoning"
and the other person said defensively,
"you think you can act meh. so lihai go into mediacrops la. if not don't criticize others."
hello. i use my eyes to watch them act, not use my expression. of 'cause it would be more professional if it comes out of an actor's mouth, but hey, it's the AUDIENCES e.g. housewives who are watching most of the time, NOT the actors.
i simply dislike those stereotype thinking- those aspire to be singers are just desperate for fame, putting on makeup are only for hiao gals, only uncool people reads xiaxue's blog. and when i tried to explain more, the reply will be either, "it's just an excuse", if not give me the yeah-as-if-it's-true face.
i really regret to always think before i say, and watch my words so that anything i say won't hurt your feelings, 'cause i'm always the one getting hurt, yet you are the one going around to hurt others and dunno how much scars you have put to others hearts.
i'm gonna change. not tat i'm gonna go around hurting people, but i'm gonna be straightforward and tell the fact. i really regret i not saying, "i don't like the way you talk."
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
religion
am talking to benlow. (well, i call him below. haha!)
it's all about this crazy danbrown thing again. -.- as always..
i'm not a anti-christian/cathotic person, but somewhat or another, i believe in respecting each other. religion is a very sensitive issue. i dun prefer to discuss with anyone ('cause most of them will gimmi the wat-do-you-know expression), but they are just my THOUGHTS! wat i think. i didn't say I KNOW EVERYTHING..
i know a little of this and that(buddist, cathotic, christians blah blah blah..), but i'm a free thinker. yes, i believe there's god, and he's a very friendly person (as wat kumar said). everyone has their own beliefs, own path to follow, but dun criticize, please!
religions are good. they create a correct path for us to follow, have the correct mindset for us when we are feeling down, lead us to more friends and sometimes even your future partners. however, i think it's the humans who made them look bad.
i'm not trying to say the strong believers are bad, but PLEASE, dun try in insert your thinking into everyone. every religion has different stories and histories, but they boils down to the same thing eventually- they teach human to walk the correct path, don't do bad things blah blah blah. BUT, dun try to influence those people around you. it seems to me that you are just lack of confident and need more believers just to keep your beliefs going. it's just the same thing as you need more people to tell you you are beautiful to allow you to believe you really are.
i think you are beautiful only when you believe in it, then it is when others start to think you are beautiful. you dun like lies tooo, ain't you?
i said this to benlow.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
maybe you should make a survey.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
see if all those who dislike danbrown are christians.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
i think mostly are.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
i still think there's no need to get so workup.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
it's not as if we like danbrown cause we dislike christians.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
we like him because he's a writer.
and this is his reply.
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
LOL
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
duh, like if someone decides to write
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
all chinese are morons/idiots
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
a book on it la
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
and uses all the historical facts to support it
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
u will oso get offended wad.
yah, this is true.
but come to think of it, it's the same mindset as, we call the china gals slutty 'cause most of them are the ones standing along geylang road right?
ok, this is bad. i mean.. respect. if you did nth wrong, don't keep protesting. actions speaks louder than words.
if someone writes a book about chinese being morons, i shall be the director of that particular person's country. HAHA!
p/s: this entry won't be up long. i reckon some will be quite upset with this entry, DUNNO WHY ALSO.
it's all about this crazy danbrown thing again. -.- as always..
i'm not a anti-christian/cathotic person, but somewhat or another, i believe in respecting each other. religion is a very sensitive issue. i dun prefer to discuss with anyone ('cause most of them will gimmi the wat-do-you-know expression), but they are just my THOUGHTS! wat i think. i didn't say I KNOW EVERYTHING..
i know a little of this and that(buddist, cathotic, christians blah blah blah..), but i'm a free thinker. yes, i believe there's god, and he's a very friendly person (as wat kumar said). everyone has their own beliefs, own path to follow, but dun criticize, please!
religions are good. they create a correct path for us to follow, have the correct mindset for us when we are feeling down, lead us to more friends and sometimes even your future partners. however, i think it's the humans who made them look bad.
i'm not trying to say the strong believers are bad, but PLEASE, dun try in insert your thinking into everyone. every religion has different stories and histories, but they boils down to the same thing eventually- they teach human to walk the correct path, don't do bad things blah blah blah. BUT, dun try to influence those people around you. it seems to me that you are just lack of confident and need more believers just to keep your beliefs going. it's just the same thing as you need more people to tell you you are beautiful to allow you to believe you really are.
i think you are beautiful only when you believe in it, then it is when others start to think you are beautiful. you dun like lies tooo, ain't you?
i said this to benlow.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
maybe you should make a survey.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
see if all those who dislike danbrown are christians.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
i think mostly are.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
i still think there's no need to get so workup.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
it's not as if we like danbrown cause we dislike christians.
jasMiNe.aka.eMiLy says:
we like him because he's a writer.
and this is his reply.
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
LOL
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
duh, like if someone decides to write
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
all chinese are morons/idiots
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
a book on it la
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
and uses all the historical facts to support it
Sometimes i feel, like i am caught behind a wheel. says:
u will oso get offended wad.
yah, this is true.
ok, this is bad. i mean.. respect. if you did nth wrong, don't keep protesting. actions speaks louder than words.
if someone writes a book about chinese being morons, i shall be the director of that particular person's country. HAHA!
p/s: this entry won't be up long. i reckon some will be quite upset with this entry, DUNNO WHY ALSO.
Monday, May 22, 2006
love unconditionally
suppose to be working right now, but i'm totally NOT IN THE MOOD.
i'm feeling so so unwell. i just wish my could pluck my nose out, rinse it under the tape with cold cooling water, and put in back. anyone who did that b4 please impart the skills to me.
it seems there are lumps and lumps of unknown stuffs in my throat. ok, i mean it's damn bloody swollen. i once read a comic saying there's actually this thingy in your throat which will be open while you are breathing, and close while you are talking.if that thing is swollen, you cannot talk properly. moreover, i can imagine that whole thing covered with phlegms. YUCKS! i pity the auntie who had to clear my rubbish bin.
i'm sorry if you are about to have your meals, having or just had one. i know it sorta affects appetite.
and guess wat i'm having now? alright, i had a big chocolate cookie, now having a chocolate bun and a chocolate tart is coming up next! yi du gong du ma.. like wat wanyi taught me. haha.. she always use it on me whenever i irritate her. anyway i sorta "taught" shikin (my necdc colleague) about it, and she had laksa when she was coughing away the other day. -.-
i can feel a fever is along his way. (fever must be a male 'cause it's sucha sicko!) i'm so gonna have yongtaohu during lunch break! =( my "favourite"..
i think i must be guitar siao. my 10 fingers must had treated me horribly in my previous life that this life they had become my fingers so that i can play guitar to torture them! mwahahaha..
sorry peeps if i didn't reply your smses recently, 'cause it's not just you. it's everyone else tooo. not for any particular reason, just plain lazy. feel so sick and weak! =(
weisheng gone somewhere else again. india, if i'm not wrong. anyway kop-ed this entry from his blog. read ya ppl! it's so meaningful.
life hasn't had a meaning, ever since i started dreaming
===================================================================
"Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.....
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her? affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us,of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. "
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial > purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that > the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, > and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad,but it could save maybe, even one unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE
i'm feeling so so unwell. i just wish my could pluck my nose out, rinse it under the tape with cold cooling water, and put in back. anyone who did that b4 please impart the skills to me.
it seems there are lumps and lumps of unknown stuffs in my throat. ok, i mean it's damn bloody swollen. i once read a comic saying there's actually this thingy in your throat which will be open while you are breathing, and close while you are talking.if that thing is swollen, you cannot talk properly. moreover, i can imagine that whole thing covered with phlegms. YUCKS! i pity the auntie who had to clear my rubbish bin.
i'm sorry if you are about to have your meals, having or just had one. i know it sorta affects appetite.
and guess wat i'm having now? alright, i had a big chocolate cookie, now having a chocolate bun and a chocolate tart is coming up next! yi du gong du ma.. like wat wanyi taught me. haha.. she always use it on me whenever i irritate her. anyway i sorta "taught" shikin (my necdc colleague) about it, and she had laksa when she was coughing away the other day. -.-
i can feel a fever is along his way. (fever must be a male 'cause it's sucha sicko!) i'm so gonna have yongtaohu during lunch break! =( my "favourite"..
i think i must be guitar siao. my 10 fingers must had treated me horribly in my previous life that this life they had become my fingers so that i can play guitar to torture them! mwahahaha..
sorry peeps if i didn't reply your smses recently, 'cause it's not just you. it's everyone else tooo. not for any particular reason, just plain lazy. feel so sick and weak! =(
weisheng gone somewhere else again. india, if i'm not wrong. anyway kop-ed this entry from his blog. read ya ppl! it's so meaningful.
life hasn't had a meaning, ever since i started dreaming
===================================================================
"Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.....
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her? affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us,of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. "
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial > purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that > the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, > and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad,but it could save maybe, even one unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE
Friday, May 19, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
my new idol- ryan
take a look at my new idol!
and i'm so sad! he'll be voted out when there are 10 contestants left! =(
and i'm so sad! he'll be voted out when there are 10 contestants left! =(
Friday, May 12, 2006
birthday gifts
went parkway parade, and spent more then $200? erm.. cannot resist the temptation of buying! =p
anyway, i'm gonna post up all the birthday presents i've receive this year! *happy*
this is the first! from mingxuan, weilin (d cube!), lipeng, sharon, huixin, yanting and clarice! wat else could it be other than my favourite emilystrange? i just looove the bag sooo much that i use it everyday. thankyousss!!!
this is the 2nd one, from aileen! muuuack! it's either everyone looves me so much that they all know wat i like, or the type of stuffs i fancy are tooo obvious. =p it's yellow!
look at the skirt kim, wanyi, zefeng and wenkwang bought for me! sooo sweet of them! cos they know i can't wear denim to work so they bought me this white denim skirt which almost no one will notice. =p and luckily you didn't buy any emilystrange stuffs, who knows you might end up buying the same thing as mingxuan they all! haa..
and ain't the card sweet? you know wat? it's BIG!
steph passed me this present in sim. ain't it cute??? now i can put all my accessories! yay!
and there's a letter inside! yah, i know she likes to decorate. =p
xiangquan come to find me ytd at tampines to pass me presentS. ('cause i pestered him to buy my mum present also!) and look at wat he got me?
anyway, i'm gonna post up all the birthday presents i've receive this year! *happy*
this is the first! from mingxuan, weilin (d cube!), lipeng, sharon, huixin, yanting and clarice! wat else could it be other than my favourite emilystrange? i just looove the bag sooo much that i use it everyday. thankyousss!!!
this is the 2nd one, from aileen! muuuack! it's either everyone looves me so much that they all know wat i like, or the type of stuffs i fancy are tooo obvious. =p it's yellow!
look at the skirt kim, wanyi, zefeng and wenkwang bought for me! sooo sweet of them! cos they know i can't wear denim to work so they bought me this white denim skirt which almost no one will notice. =p and luckily you didn't buy any emilystrange stuffs, who knows you might end up buying the same thing as mingxuan they all! haa..
and ain't the card sweet? you know wat? it's BIG!
steph passed me this present in sim. ain't it cute??? now i can put all my accessories! yay!
and there's a letter inside! yah, i know she likes to decorate. =p
xiangquan come to find me ytd at tampines to pass me presentS. ('cause i pestered him to buy my mum present also!) and look at wat he got me?
got me a necklace and still said he never buy any presents for gals b4 and if i dun like just appreciate his thoughts. -.-
guess wat's the wrapping paper? he just stuffs inside the envelop which is actually only for the card, and everything just crumpled up. haha!
this are the flowers. (i told him PINK and he really got it for her.) haha! my mum says THANK YOU!
i didn't post another present which he got me, cos it's a cactus. -.- it's in the balcony and i'm lazy to go out and take picture of it. kinda eerie at night.
and..
=)
that's all! more presents next year yeah? 21st birthday coming! anticipate the chalet coming up by kim and i. *excited*
i saw johnny!
bloody hell. why do i keep bumping into johnny?
nvm. he's not goodlooking anymore. his looks may appeal to me at that point of time, but hello, it's BORING to keep having the same style. =p
nvm. he's not goodlooking anymore. his looks may appeal to me at that point of time, but hello, it's BORING to keep having the same style. =p
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
birthday (details)
finally it's WED!!! haha.. sooo happy, cos that's like my 1st day of the week which i'm able to take a break from my hectic schedule? hmm..
oh ya, my birthday photos!
we (me, kim, wanyi, zefeng, jinghui) went town. =)
met wanyi after work. helped lipeng to work on labour day in the morning 'cause she had been working nonstop! erm, actually requested to help aileen 'cause she had worked 3 full days consecutively, but she came to work and let lipeng rest instead. aww..
ok, back to the point. anyway, i'm suppose to meet wanyi at kovan station, and she will miss call me when she reached kovan (she will be taking from sengkang station), then i will board the train.
*hp ringing*
i boarded the train, but no wanyi!
i called her.
me: ehh, where are you???
wanyi: lac lac.. the train not there yet.
-.- i returned back to the seat. the train which goes to sengkang went passed behind me.
*hp ring*
wanyi:where are you?
me: still waiting la. the train not yet here ma.
wanyi: i'm alr at serangoon!
me: ??? *thinking* !!! i waited at the wrong side!!!
wth. i'm the blurest human being on earth.
oh ya, my birthday photos!
we (me, kim, wanyi, zefeng, jinghui) went town. =)
met wanyi after work. helped lipeng to work on labour day in the morning 'cause she had been working nonstop! erm, actually requested to help aileen 'cause she had worked 3 full days consecutively, but she came to work and let lipeng rest instead. aww..
ok, back to the point. anyway, i'm suppose to meet wanyi at kovan station, and she will miss call me when she reached kovan (she will be taking from sengkang station), then i will board the train.
*hp ringing*
i boarded the train, but no wanyi!
i called her.
me: ehh, where are you???
wanyi: lac lac.. the train not there yet.
-.- i returned back to the seat. the train which goes to sengkang went passed behind me.
*hp ring*
wanyi:where are you?
me: still waiting la. the train not yet here ma.
wanyi: i'm alr at serangoon!
me: ??? *thinking* !!! i waited at the wrong side!!!
wth. i'm the blurest human being on earth.
anyway, met the rest over there. really had a hard time deciding wat to eat! all stupidly wan me to decide wat to eat.. and finally, we decided to eat nydc at wheellocks'!
and everything became disaster after the 1st few decent photos. 
haha! some cute pics. 
cute right? =p and they are so sweet and surprised me with chocolate cake from angie the choice! kim and wanyi then came over to my house to sing birthday song! tooo bad zefeng and jinghui can't make it. =(
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just the other day, laura (my colleague) blanja me chocolates!
she's the sweetest auntie i've ever known! (note: my mum is not an auntie. call her jiejie next time when you see her.)
haha.. me and my dad. so cute!
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
happy birthday to mama
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA!
last night.. when the clock struck 12mid.
bro: happy birthday mama!
mama: yeah~ yeah~ wo zhang da le yi sui! (i'm one year older!)
*skipping and jumping around the house*
bro&me: ...
who else have such a mum, pls tag?
last night.. when the clock struck 12mid.
bro: happy birthday mama!
mama: yeah~ yeah~ wo zhang da le yi sui! (i'm one year older!)
*skipping and jumping around the house*
bro&me: ...
who else have such a mum, pls tag?
Saturday, May 6, 2006
987fm
has been working like mad recently! *yawn* dun even have the time to blog!
this weekend is gonna be torturous! will be working consecutively 3days at apple kovan, followed necdc then sim.
and during these time when i'm in necdc (where office jobs are BORING...), i realise how important radios are to us (meaning we white collar ppl), which means that DJs are equally important.
THE MUTTONS! vernon a and justin ang are the most important, cos they are suppose to WAKE ME UP! mornings are always the worst. but their jokes never failed to make me laugh, which practically makes me look like an idiot when i'm laughing alone while on my way to work.
just this morning..
vernon a: hey justin, do you know that right now, there is actually artifical eyes which give the blinds another chance to see?
justin: oh yah. really great inventions. and do you know wat? they are so life-like that, they even choose not to watch police and thief.
haha! i just looove it when they are frank about stuffs (ok, i mean MEAN. haha!). not like those chinese 933 and stuffs. hmm.. i dun think they are responsible for being a boring DJs, cos i feel that chinese people are more conservative and likes to COMPLAIN..
my bro is bugging me to GIVE HIM BACK MY COM! *roll eyes* i shall upload the birthday photos next time!
this weekend is gonna be torturous! will be working consecutively 3days at apple kovan, followed necdc then sim.
and during these time when i'm in necdc (where office jobs are BORING...), i realise how important radios are to us (meaning we white collar ppl), which means that DJs are equally important.
THE MUTTONS! vernon a and justin ang are the most important, cos they are suppose to WAKE ME UP! mornings are always the worst. but their jokes never failed to make me laugh, which practically makes me look like an idiot when i'm laughing alone while on my way to work.
just this morning..
vernon a: hey justin, do you know that right now, there is actually artifical eyes which give the blinds another chance to see?
justin: oh yah. really great inventions. and do you know wat? they are so life-like that, they even choose not to watch police and thief.
haha! i just looove it when they are frank about stuffs (ok, i mean MEAN. haha!). not like those chinese 933 and stuffs. hmm.. i dun think they are responsible for being a boring DJs, cos i feel that chinese people are more conservative and likes to COMPLAIN..
my bro is bugging me to GIVE HIM BACK MY COM! *roll eyes* i shall upload the birthday photos next time!
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
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