domingo, julio 31, 2005
[ 974. Guard ]
and to think i went down to sentosa to play today. Haha. Now i'm tired and partially burnt.
Captain's ball is easy, but never knew that captain's ball in the water was no joke. Lolx. especially for people like me who can't really swim. Hahahaha.
Shannon left at 6:23 p. m..
[ 973. Supper ]
Shannon left at 6:22 p. m..
[ 972. Send Off ]
This lady here was being treated to an apple crumble kind of dessert at swensens by weilong before i arrived, looking as if i just stepped off the SIN-NRT flight. Shortly after that, weilong parted us to resume his supposedly flag day while junting and i adjourned to the mac cafe nearby.
A cappuccino, a filet-o-fish meal and lots of words. Frank words, last words, whatever words. About ministries, about the cell, about carrying 11 snoopys to changi airport, and about how cheap snoopys has become. (they were selling for 4 bucks apiece.) It was like one of our usual chats, except, this time round at least there were some conclusions. I dare say, it ended on a more upbeat note. Thanks gal, for the wonderful chat man. Too bad it has to be the last for the time being. I'll be waiting for you to come back for more coffee. =)
Met bowen up for dinner at jurong point as well to have dinner as well as waiting for uncle tom to come over to pick us up to zip over to changi airport. Guess what?
Haha. Yeah. I was thinking about 40+ people came. Junting's and sharon's parents must be thinking how come their daughters are machiam mini celebrities. And how come the police didn't do any form of crowd control on us. The trolley man was pretty irate though. Cuz we decided to congregate in front of row 6 where he was collecting all the trolleys. And half the time, we managed to get in his way while taking photos and such. Lolx. At one point he looked so peeved he stopped his row of trolleys while we were taking photos, and rested his elbow on the trolley with chin on his palm and waited, almost sarcastically. Lolx.
We will miss you gals... happy studying over at sydney.
Shannon left at 9:46 a. m..
jueves, julio 28, 2005
[ 971. Leaving on a Jetplane ]
Haiz. i'm gonna miss them so much.
All the best, people.
Shannon left at 10:42 a. m..
miércoles, julio 27, 2005
[ 970. Recently ]
Recently, i've been playing not second fiddle, but godknowswhat. I always had to fit my schedule into yours instead of the other way round. Worse still, i'm frequently being rescheduled.
Recently, it's getting harder to get you to reply anything at all. I sense hostility.
Recently, i sorted out my thoughts.
Recently, i think it's time to let go. Forget it. It's not working at all. Either you're simply too busy as you made yourself to be, or i'm simply not worth the time and effort at all. Even as a friend.
Buzz off.
Shannon left at 12:55 p. m..
martes, julio 26, 2005
[ 969. Off ]
Hmmm. Ok, lemme get this straight for a fact first. I'm actually not so gian about the off. Just that nowadays it seems like a challenge to take off. Enough though the management always tell us that they will think about it... it usually remains at the thinking stage.
I'm sending junting off tomorrow, and i'm feeling burst. Doing guard this saturday, and these reasons are good enough for the workaholic me to clear a couple of days of offs.
And i'm guilty. I'm not finished with my work actually. I want to finish them up, but time constrains me, my friends.
Yesterday was the end of the 'cookie' saga. Whew. After the parade, as usual there will always be this happy hour. Happy hour in the messes, where the fellowship of the crabs and starfishes result in a jolly time of languid laughter, apparent fun, mindless chatters and not to mention, lots of wine, beer and sake.
Wine wine wine. There was actually a shortage of beer yesterday! And when i finally got back to the mess after dinner with the platoon, i couldn't get any beer. But i was not disappointed for long: i saw eugene hiding in a stash of wine! hahaha. And you know what happens. Wine, after wine, after wine. I didn't get drunk this time though, but i know of a lot of others who were. Like this friend from being sober, and he kept blabbering about his recently broken up girlfriend, about how she went to this other guy and blah blah, blah blah. A few more glasses of wine, he went on blabbering about his girlfriend, and even attempted to call her. Well, of course, she didn't pick it up, and left the phone ringing. Just like how chris always leave my calls ringing as well. Well, that's besides the point. As dear jimmy and gang were happily karaoke-ing with pirated vcds, we were outside, continue drinking beyond the point of drunkardness. Thankfully he wasn't so drunk until he puked. And he didn't needed to be carried back to bunk. Haha.
Well well. Called a few people in the middle of night yesterday. Haha. Paiseh for the scare. Ooops. I was high larr...
Okie. I still haven't finished the maple flag video. I hope i'd get it done this weekend. I promise. *twist*.
Shannon left at 9:07 p. m..
domingo, julio 24, 2005
[ 968. Stories ]
So here's another one, complimentary of hansel tan.
The Cookies: Prequel.
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Once upon a time there was a rich pompous arse of na executive who wanted to please the CEO of his company. Of course, if you followed the original story above, you would realise that the rich pompous arse was, actually, in fact the father himself who had gotton much older and was now part of a successful firm. His sons had grown up too, but unfortunatley, due to an untimely spell of a recent child-molestation case, the youngest child (who was old enough to molest a younger child by definition), was disowned by the rich father. Read: 2 kids left.
The father was excited that the CEO was holding a celebratory function in praise of the success of the company, (in fact, the rich father loved it eny part because he had the chance to be seen in front of the rich and powerful), that he wanted to give the CEO something special so that the CEO would remember his dollarsign etched bufoon of a face. Remembering his roots, the father decided to bake cookies for the CEO. But being a rich well-to-do rickety snot-flinger, he had forgotten how to bake. So, he tasked his oldest son to come up with a recipie.
The oldest son was terrible at baking, so he called the second son to help with the project. Both worked long and hard to produce a suitable recipie, and brought it down to show their father. However, their father was paranoid that the cookies alone would not be good, so he tasked them to design a package for the cookies.
The boys were disappointed at their father's irrational enthusiasm, but went about their task. Suddenly, it was not long before the father wanted them to design the graphics to be custom made to fit the packaging.
A few days later, the father, growing more and more excited about the party, decided to really heave the icing on the cake, and commissioned the boys to conceptualise, develop and create yet another gift for the CEO's wife. The boys were frustrated, but they were not ablt to do anything.
All this happened, of course, with the timely interventions of thier mother, who, equally paranoid for their father, insisted on making adjustments and changes every five minutes to suit the tastes of their father.
The boys, finally churning out all their detailed plans, put the taskings to work. They employed a company to churn out the high-quality chocolate chip cookies with hickory nuts, arranged to meet the packaging company to discuss the creation of the package, and the printing company to finalise the disign for the cookie jar. All this, including the design, creation and decoration of the present for the CEO's wife.
Then, hell broke loose.
When the cookies returned, they were not studded with hickory nuts, but walnuts. They knew that the CEO hated walnuts, but what were they to do? The cookies were specially made with ingredients from Taiwan, and they had the cookies made there and specially shipped back. The packaging company called back. They were rejecting the proposal for the cookie jar because it was too complicated to manufacture. The designing company called back, and they could not open the design file due to program incompatibility. When the wife's gift was ready, the father, a little embarrassed by his streak of enthusiasm said: "Am I going overboard? Maybe let's not give the wife the present or else we might invoke jealousy" The boys nearly flipped and begged that he change his mind. "alright." he eventually conceded, "but I want you to change the design." The boys nearly died. The gift was already ready to be presented and the party was in a few days time!
After negociating with the cookie company for a partial refund, and drafting 4 seperate designs for the cookie jar, and making more than 7 trips back and forth between the designing company to allay design incompatibilities, the product was finished. The cookies were in the cookie jar, the design was beautifully printed on the jar itself. Everything was finally going to be OK.
BULLSHIT.
The cookie jar was made of a material that contracted and expanded due to heat changes. To their horror, they found out that the jar had contracted, and many cookeis had cracked. The CEO would not have enjoyed partial cookeis. According to their father, only whole round cookies were befitting for a CEO. If they presented a few broken cookies to the CEO, GASP! They would all LOSE FACE! Furthermore, the design on the jar had their father's face on it (father's face and his associated business partners). There was a tiny blemish on his cheek, and the father was instantly outraged. He demanded that the printing be scraped off and reprinted on the jar!
Two days later, the product was complete and the CEO smiled and thanked the father and mother for the wonderful gift, and treated the mother and fatehr to a big sumptuous dinner.
The boys were left to scour for money to pay off the amount which they had spent (more than $400) to create the gift. Then they were tasked with more work.
The end.
Now all it takes is a sequel to make it a complete trilogy.
Shannon left at 2:34 p. m..
[ 967. Farewell Dinner ]
Last night, was the last time she and she will sit among them together in a meal.
Last night, they sat at fish and co.
Last night, food, laughter, cheers and jeers went around the table.
Last night, was one of the few times someone truly enjoyed myself at dinner.
Last night, everyone who was supposed to be there, was there.
Last night, they almost didn't have enough money to pay up.
Last night, drinks, fish, chips and more went around the table merrily.
Last night, someone left early.
Last night, someone's feelings were hurt by a comment.
Last night, someone didn't even realize that he made a shot.
Last night, something blew up.
Last night, the sky was dark.
Last night, the scene was cheery, homely and warm.
Last night, they began to miss she and she dearly.
Last night, they thought of how life would be without she and she.
Last night, they were reassured that life still goes on.
And, last night, was a wonderful night.
If you think i really nothing to say after knowing you for nearly three years, i doubt so. I could simply sit back and really have nothing to say to you, but well, it's been so long since we had a friendly chat. Yeah, a chat, and not some obligatory small talks that we make each time we see each other. Frankly if you ask me, i haven't quite liberate myself from those bad memories of the past. Forgive me using such straightforward language, but each time i see you, i'm reminded of how friendships were wrecked. It's like someone who survived a vehicle crashed, but is standing in front of the grave of his friend who was in the same crashed vehicle. A bit morbid, but that's the closest analogy i could find. No hard feelings. May you have a pleasant trip.
Shannon left at 9:54 a. m..
sábado, julio 23, 2005
[ 966. Waking Up ]
Shannon left at 10:22 a. m..
[ 965. Hectic Week ]
The chef took pains to introduce the kitchen and the oven and the art of baking cookies to his three beloved sons. So one day, the chef was busy, and thus tasked the three sons to bake a batch of cookies for him. The youngest son started off the original recipe, baked it, and didn't like it for he found it too boring, too cliche. Hence, he removed the popular chocolate chips from the cookies, and replaced it with peanut butter instead. Apart from that, he chose to use condensed milk instead of normal milk, so as to make the taste more significant.
The youngest son passed on the revised recipe to his next older brother, who in all didn't really quite like the revised recipe. A fruit fanatic, he kept the peanut butter to save some 'face' for the youngest brother, and pondered upon which fruit went best with the peanut butter. After much deliberation, he decided upon apples, and indeed, the taste was... only bearable.
The oldest son had a final look at the recipe, and was pleased that finally someone did something to the long-to-be-revised recipe. He gave it one last look and made some minor adjustments, before submitting the revised recipe to dad for approval.
When dad saw the recipe, he flipped. Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but somehow in his experience he knew that apples never go into cookies, and apples and peanut butter is pure disaster. So he removed all the changes from the time tested recipe, and revert the recipe back to what it used to be: a chocolate chip cookie recipe.
And they lived happily ever after, but to the agony of all the workers whom the family employed to bake all the batches of the cookies.
And that described my week.
Shannon left at 1:40 a. m..
domingo, julio 17, 2005
[ 964. Abandoned Camera ]
Shannon left at 8:02 p. m..
[ 963. All i Want is You ]
i never knew that i could feel this kind of grace
the way you show me that your love has washed me clean
could never be erased it lives inside of me
Take me to the secret place
where i can only see your face
and nothing else will ever feel this way
You take away my guilt instead
the things i've done that i can't change
is only by the power of your name
I'm standing in this place
see the glory on your face
i'm taken by the power of your name
I'm desperate for your touch
never needed it so much
cuz all i want is you...
This song just flooded my mind the whole of this morning. Remembered those wonderful times i had with God ages ago as i remiscienced upon this song.How i missed those times...
Shannon left at 9:49 a. m..
sábado, julio 16, 2005
[ 962. Keyboard Spoil ]
"Someow, my keyboard like a bi ranky i guess. To u e long sory sor, some of e keys apparenly an' work on is own. Tey an work in onjunion wi oer keys like al or sif, bu srangely refuse o budge wen ey are pressed on eir own. Look a wa appens if i yped is enire para again wi e weird keyboard."
Get it now?
Shannon left at 11:36 p. m..
viernes, julio 15, 2005
[ 961. Blogging and its Issues ]
Well, by the time we got to the top, it rained. Thank goodness for the walk, something that got me panting and sweating (finally) though i didn't run till the last portion. Hahahaha. Nonetheless, after messing around in the mess for another hour or two, we finally started on my recovery phase in two sub-phases. A two-man recce team, namely eric and myself went to check if the gate was unlocked. We went pass the open gate gladly and called the mainbody via commercial vhf comms. Nonetheless, somehow our dear boss got intercepted by big boss on the way down and decided to be a Woodlands United Socks Seller (interpret that yourself) and delayed his descent for about half an hour, short of calling us up again. When the prince finally got his arse to his car to release our bags, we were all too tired and just shared a cab back home.
Ok, enough of daily rants. Till now, this blog is somewhat like a ranting board to me instead of what i used to do with it. I'm getting lazier to even talk about current affairs, or even matters going on around me. Sometimes i just have much to say, but just plain lazy to type it down. Gosh, wonder what will ever happen to me once i step into this institution call the university.
Guess blogging, like journaling, requires its discipline. Just like how the dear mob spec takes pain in collecting all his mobstates from the various departments daily and religiously goes through every single detail in the documents, blogging is another form of art.... ok, maybe not art, but something else that requires such attention as well. Let's just take it as, it's not something that should be done shabbily.
Ok well. there's much furore over the nkf issue. Now let me add my two cents worth. Or rather, let me do what i always do: compile opinions that i've seen so far:
Some people said that mr durai was only exercising his rights and entitlements. Hence, he did no wrong. Ermm... these rights and entitlements were set down by the board of directors and i think i saw mr durai's name on the board as the secretary...?
Some people said that the someone who mentioned that the total annual income by mr durai was peanuts as compared to the amount he manages or even raised by nkf while nkf was under his charge. So i guess that means that 7-11 cashiers are entitled to a certain percentage of whatever is in the tills since they helped 7-11 to earn them...? Ok, that's just a blind parallel. But on a serious note, i guess what she said had certain sense in it. As a CEO of such an organisation, i guess he has indeed drawn a small amount in relative to other CEOs of other organisations in the global market of such a scale. Let's not talk in absolute terms, but think of it relatively to other corporations, then perhaps you think that it's not all dirty business after all.
Some people said that nkf should be more transparent in its handling. While i believe that certain things has been pretty vague to the general public, i for one has never heard that nkf was NOT a profit-making institution. No doubt, charity and business should never mix, and by mixing it you gonna get into some form of problems or another. But in the end... when you get too transparent, either you get people will start complaining that you are wasting too much public funds on such unnecessary things, or there are people who will start debating over some debatable issues and start making a hoo-haa like what we are always capable of doing.
Did anyone considered that what if nkf was ran by purely volunteers with no full time staff at all? is it going to attain the social status it has today as supposedly singapore's more successful charity? Perhaps not. And because of that, maybe tens or hundreds of kidney patients would have died over the past years, and more drained financially because of the absence of such an organisation.
Personally thinking, this issue is blown out of proportion. And if you looked at the cause of this whole saga carefully, things wouldn't be so ugly if our dear friend decides not to sue our friendly neighbourhood newspaper. And not to mention, getting free publicity (of at least 2 full pages DAILY). But what kind of publicity, you know it for yourself. This whole issue has even overshawdowed the ST 160th anniversary carhunting contest. Hahahaha. Welll... dammit. I didn't get all 35 letters. Haiz.
Enough of nkf issue. I think i should learn to be more of a team worker nowadays. Hahaha. Surprised? Actually not. Think i've been an irony all these while: i'm a sucker for company, yet i hate it when people come interfere with my work or what i'm doing. Let's just set the records straight: if i like your face and you as a person upon first impression, i will give the world to be your friend. But if you either piss me off the wrong way, or i simply (and unreasonably) don't like your face, just stay out of my sight. Even if you are nice to me, it won't work. Yeah. I'm pretty cool with most people, but i'm hard to get along with. Several friendships has changed over the months i guess. And many times i can't help but to feel that i'm at fault for the downhill turn of these friendships. Someone whom i got to know earlier this year in unit, somehow as we got to know each other better, realized that our idealogies, way we do things and etc are different. Result? Drifted apart. Especially after maple flag. Heck la.
There's this irritating ulcer, rather, few ULCERS in my mouth over the past weeks. In fact, ever since i got back from canada, ulcers has been invading my mouth incessantly. Under my tongue, on my lower lips... they are like on the left, then on the right then everywhere. They are driving me cashews. I mean, nuts. Argh.
ADSD COC parade is coming up soon. After a one year hiatus from parades, pretty surprised that my name came up, along with eric and aaron's. edward was no surprise. He should and he... oh well, never mind. Blog space is so precious that it should not be wasted on him. But then, the former three of us were the few left that hasn't kena any parades so far, so i guess it's only fair la huh. Nonetheless, it's pretty short: 5 days and the parade is over. So might as well la.
Nothing much else to update, except that now i'm using mom's laptop to DIALUP instead of using my broadband, i've been lazy to read blogs, especially graphic intensive ones. And as such, i won't bother uploading photos for the time being also. Just bear that in mind. Cheers.
Shannon left at 10:22 p. m..
jueves, julio 14, 2005
[ 960. Weekend Nearing ]
Office has been pretty cool, except that things has to be done differently nowadays i guess. Many things has changed, so much so that the people has to change as well. Shrugs. I guess that's inevitable when we are living in such a fast paced society.
I'm kind of bored of just rattling on. And i want to finish the maple flag video. Soon.
Shannon left at 8:22 p. m..
miércoles, julio 13, 2005
[ 959. Midweek ]
Geeeeeeeeeee.........
Shannon left at 1:02 p. m..
domingo, julio 10, 2005
[ 958. Mahjong ]
Shannon left at 9:09 p. m..
sábado, julio 09, 2005
[ 957. Day Off ]
Started off the day by collecting bso's laptop from him to do the mf uncensored video. Not to mention, to bid him bon voyage, and hopefully farewell forever. Hehehe.
Then met mingyang for lunch. That dude treated me to lunch though it was our first meeting. Muahahaha. Thanks for the treat dude! I've not have kfc for a long time though. Hehehe. Was craving for it and best of all, i got it as a treat! You really made my day man.... hahah. It was nice catching up with him and finally getting to meet him, after the failed attempt at last year's unit coc as he left the 'crime scene' as early as he could. Couldn't blame him though. When you're clearing leave, you'd just want to get out of the darn place called camp as soon as possible. Hahah.
Spent so much time chatting with him and exploring toa payoh, i got home a bit too late and had to rush for my driving lessons. The first time i ever had to take a cab down for driving lessons. What irony. And amazingly, the lesson didn't go too bad: at least i didn't commit any big boo-boos though i haven't had my lesson for over a month.
In my rush for my driving lesson, i conveniently forgotten to take my ezlink card from my pouch. And after lesson i was planning to head straight down to tom's house (and fyi, i did). But alas, i had to pay the cash fare, which was like daylight robbery. How can anyone pay a good 160 cents for a 40 minute bus ride?! And something silly just popped into my head. The last hour, i paid 22 bucks to spend that hour. And in this hour, i merely spent 160 cents to spent the same amount of time. What a drastic change in expenses per hour... ahh. crap. =/
We had this surprise farewell for junting and sharon today. Apparently tom told them that his mom wanted to treat them to dinner at his place. They were pleasantly surprised when we all appeared from tom's room, and the program just kickstart then. Long time since i last had dinner with a big bunch of church people, and though i was like supposed to meet the platoon ppl to club after that, i decided to just stay on. Something about tonight just convinced me to stay. The dinner, the sharing, the video, the skit. Just suddenly made me feel so ashamed. Made me feel that i've missed out so much, so much over the past 2 years. Ever since i enlisted. Ever since y-acts. I seems to have missed out just... too much. I didn't want to miss out this last thing i may be doing for sharon and junting before they left. So i stayed. There's actually a lot of stuff i wanted to tell junting and sharon. Especially junting. But it was just so hard to vocalise it back then. So many things rushed through my mind as i listened to how the rest poured out their feelings, their impressions and their thanksgiving for this two dear sisters.
At eleven, i finally head down to chinablack to find a super long queue that refused to budge. Ok, it did, but for less than 5 metres for the whole of hundred minutes that i've stood there. Even with yongsheng who allowed me to join him, i didn't advance much. So heck with it; i left at 1am. And as i messaged eric, i guess he understood. And here's what hansel said, contrastly:
dot dot dot.
And i promised revenge, remember? =)
Cheers dude.
Good night people. The night is beautiful.
"I want a real home, instead of a dream house..."
Shannon left at 2:03 a. m..
viernes, julio 08, 2005
[ 956. Looking Forward ]
I don't look forward to going to camp; it simply means more work and less appreciation. It means more politics to handle and more glare and scrutiny about myself.
I don't look forward to going home; it simply means getting frustrated about how bro goes on taking my stuff w/o permission and how dad ransacks my stuff and leave them ruffled as if a tornado has sped through my room.
Home, camp, home, camp, home. That's my routine each week. Life's a bore eh? That canada trip was a really good break. I have not enjoyed myself so much in a very long time. And my first non-disastrous overseas trip too. Hahaha.
Just last night, i was irritated by the theft of my instant noodles. The subject of the theft didn't matter, it's when you knew who did it and that person didn't want to own up and turn around and kp about you.
I'm difficult to get along with. So watch out. Grr.
Ok... maybe not. If you're nice and easygoing and doesn't possess a kiam-pa face, it makes things a lot easier for you and me. Especially so if you get me a packet of nongshim instant noodles each time you see me. =D
Shannon left at 10:50 a. m..
miércoles, julio 06, 2005
[ 955. Interview ]
Got a earful from CO. Well, not his fault. Mine. Now i better buy him some tea.
Back to doing maple flag stuff. Spent two nights sorting out the photos. Now the video portion. Arghz.
Shannon left at 11:02 a. m..
domingo, julio 03, 2005
[ 954. Dinner ]
Heck la, i'm gonna cook my favourite instant noodles later. When mom's not around i just gotta fend for myself. Dad just simply bochup. Haizzz.
Randy's giving me a ride
Continued on my movie watching spree today again with mr and mrs smith. Only thing that intrigued me was the subtle hint of woman's fight for equality or even superiority than men. For example, how angelina jolie has assasinated 312 people as compared to brad's 50 to 60. How angelina jolie seems to be the one that saves the day at the end of the day. I'm not going to make a blanket judgement, but some girls do really spoil this women's lib thing. They take advantage of the situation and while demanding equality with men, demand that we still treat them like little lambs, to serve after them and fend for them. Demand that we give way to them in the name of being a gentleman. I see guys out there who are like slaves to their girlfriends. Not all, i say again, but some. If these gals want equality, take it like a man. Don't expect different treatment. Rough it out like a guy with all those cutting words and manhandling. Stop being a spoilt bitch by retaining your lady rights while greedily fighting to have men's right under your coat as well.
Well well. Enough of my seventy cents' worth. I need my dinner.
Shannon left at 9:04 p. m..
sábado, julio 02, 2005
[ 953. Exhausted ]
Just feel super exhausted today. The lethargy set in during service. Strangely i managed to stay awake actually. Nonetheless, celebrated enghow's birthday today. Didn't do much though, juz some simple usual sabotage and then cut cake. Sabotaging has lost its novelty i guess. Guess we've transited into an age where we just want a warm and homely kind of birthday celebration rather than just sabotage, sabotage and needless humiliation. Haizz. Ok, i'm just ranting again, i guess.
Felt quite strange at service today actually. Perhaps it's been too long since i last stepped into church. One month to be exact. Felt a bit out of place. Felt pretty bad that i didn't share much about my trip to bowen though he asked about it. I was simpy too tired. Didn't feel like talking much at all. Ucler in my mouth also helped in the desire to shut up. Well well well.
Tomorrow's supposed to be some matric event. And apparently i don't think i have to go down at all. BUt maybe i'll pop down if i don't get any mj going on at my place tomorrow. I'll be darn bored to death if i don't. Lolx. Haizzz.
Okies. I'm lazy to blog too.
Shannon left at 10:50 p. m..
[ 952. Sleepless ]
Well, things seems pretty depressing ever since i got back. No la, i'm not exactly depressed, but it'd be better if so many things didn't rush to me at the same time. Think sometimes escapism really throws one out of the momentum. For three weeks i was living in lala land in the maple country, and when i'm back, everything was just shoved in my face. But well, i just have to take it. Don't have much of a choice now. I'm just waiting for my ord now. When will it be? Haizzz.
Maple flag dudes. I miss you guys man... Or rather, i miss canada.
Shannon left at 3:03 a. m..
viernes, julio 01, 2005
[ 951. View Outside Motel ]
Shannon left at 11:12 p. m..
[ 950. Rants ]
1) i hate it when i come back into my room, i see so much dust and rubber bands on my floor, and my stationery tray overturned on my table and the tray lying on the floor. To make matters worse, i started screaming and demanding who did it. As per normal, no one wants to admit it.
2) i hate it when i feel so itchy all over especially after not having this feeling for a couple of weeks.
3) i hate it when i see ants crawling all over my table. It's simply not a good sign. And i think the toffee sponge sweets are the culprit.
4) i hate it when i got home and found myself cold, tired, very hungry with almost no dinner. Luckily, mom realize that i'm in a sulky mood and quickly rectified it with two eggs.
5) i hate it when my internet refuses to work at times. Because of my stupid modem that gets shifted around like a prostitute everyday.
6) i hate it when blogger simply loves to pop up in my face every time i type its url and then shift to the next window to type another url. It disrupts my url typing and confuses me for a moment and before i know it, i'd be typing in the wrong window.
7) i hate it when i have to wait for people for so long, and thus having to go home alone.
8) i hate it when i realize i've got so much duties this month. Damn it.
Argh.
Shannon left at 8:14 p. m..
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his wishes
new clothes, new shoes, new bike, new friends, fantastic grades.his horizons
malaysia, penang. australia, brisbane/gold coast. thailand, hatyai. malaysia, genting. malaysia, johor. malaysia, melaka. thailand, chiangmai. australia, perth. canada, edmonton/cold lake. australia, rockhampton. thailand, bangkok. austria, vienna. czech rep, olomouc. austria, salzburg. germany, munich. switzerland, zurich.people.
andieboh.angeleighkhoo.
cathryn.
charmain.
cindytan.
chuanyangchee.
deana.
dereklim.
dingneng.
eddygoh.
erwinnah.
felixwang.
hanseltan.
hazelang.
henrylim.
joelcheong.
johnson.
keesiangchua.
koonylow.
layminglee.
liyantan.
mabeltan.
mandrictan.
marvinkhoo.
mervlee.
mingyangkoh.
nigelchoong.
nurshaikhah.
pastorbenlee.
qiuqungoh.
ricelim.
ruiwenlim.
samuelkwan.
sherleenng.
shiyun.
shuyifoo.
sikeng.
suxinchua.
suya.
wantinglow.
windcheong.
xuanlim.
yongjianchia.
zekegao.
ziliangchong.
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