Food for thought- Is it more embarressing to fart in the public or to burp in the cinema or to walk with ur fly open in the mall??


Hmm, ROT my day away today.-_- Ay naruto 167.... bleach 70...


So i've been wondering.. what am i gonna do during the break. WOrk? i can't find one. PLay? with who? Chalet? we can't find any common time together.. ay... i guess i'll be serisouly rotting away my holidays too~ Aw crap.. but i'm sure looking forward to my birthday!!! lol, ay.. this is not a reminder.. i'm not trying to tell u guys that my birthday is on the 17th..i'm not trying to hint to u guys that i want presents... i'm not doing anything of the above mentioned.. seriously~...-_^

YAY! 3 down 1 to go..

Ay , so... stress level reduced by 75%... left with Java.. Ay, i dont wanna tok abuot it >_<.... I had my Managament and organisations behaviour examstoday.. Mob for short.. Ay, think i'm so gonna not do well for that paper.. Dreads~ Well, its over now i guess , went to town.. to eat. Ay, pepper lunch...I think i need to work on my japanese pronounciation more. Ko ni chi wA! Omaiwa ~! ay crap, i also nid to work on some language skills too.. with dinner over , we went for pool.. after which we went to be posers. Lol, I wanted to start a gang fight with my tie!!!! Crap. Went to esplanade.. there was this really cool gig there.. Damn, the vocalist damn natural~ ay.. After that we went to the did some photo shots. ay, posers we are.. a group of korean tourists actually approached us to look at our great "art work" .. lol pretty cool, i starrted tokking to them with my japanese accnet and greeted one of them wtih the AN nyeong haseyo.. lol, its a good ting i learnt korean from hazel.. lol, it promotes that i'm a internationally friendly person LOL.. ay , crap... i'll end here.. with a pic of us , the pee dudes.

Alrite heres to all the coffee lovers out there...

Orite, After sometime off , its time i did some decent blogging .. AM having my exams now. Stressed Mode.... Any way , In this post , i'ld like to review this blend of coffee by nescafe,its called the blend 37 ,Cup of character.


I was just doing my groceries for my grand ma when i realised that we're running outta COFFEE~.. So , i went over to the dried goods sections and there it was.. In a dark , gothic yet attractive Bottle..OUt of curiosity , i grab a bottle and turn to its back and looked. There this interesting read abuot this man who survived in a ship wreck and lived on coffee for 37 years. The astonishing news break through recently and its said that nescafe wanted to make a debute out off this extraordinary man , thus Voila... the blend 37 was created ,re enacting the 37 years the man spent on his salvage.

I looked at the gold blend , i've normally drink.. and look at blend 37 again and instinctly... i looked at the priced.. a dollar difference. Lifted a brow -_^ .. Well, its not too bad to spend another dollar for something new i thought. Thus , in goes blend 37 into the shopping cart.

As soon as i dropped my groceries in the kitchen, i scourge for that bottle of my precious. Twisted the bottle cap, peeled off the protective Layer.. Ay, protective layer.. doesn't that sound risque... Lol. I tooked up my mug , my spoon , dunk the spoon into the bottle of precious.. scooped a spoonful outta the bottle. Grab my creamer, my brown sugar... did some chemical reaction.. ta da... the wonderful cup brown liquid is finished!!!! MUahahahahaha... -_-


Ay, took my virgin sip for the new blend..Ay, more then i anticipated. It was a whole new taste~! That gingerly sour taste from gold blend... was taken over by a more robust.. mild bitterness. The aroma of the coffee is amazing as it spreads to every corners of ur mouth. So much so that u could actually smell the coffee while its in ur mouth. NIce~ For that 1 dollar difference.. its worth it >_<\/


Right , so if any of you guys run out of coffee at home, do remember this post of mine and go try Blend 37 out ~..

Ay , wats better then watching Movie parodies after a tough day at school? Lol , snugggle up and chill peeps and enjoy the parodies laughs after laughs..

Star wars MTV?

She scurries to the toilet... locks the door urgently and reached out for the side cupboard . From the highest level, cleverly concealed was a packet to marlboro lights. 1,2,3....8 she counted. Gingerly , she pulled out one stalk and stroke a match.Her heart pounded rapidly as her stalk of ciggarrette is being lit. Suddenly , the door burst open and her mother grab her hard on her wrist.. forcing and pulling her out of the toilet. Shocked she was.. vindicated she tot she is.

"What on earth do u think u are doing?? "Her mum screamed...

"What...."She protested... her trade mark uncouth style of replying to her mum...

"I'm going to bring u to the police, have u any sane idea what u are doing? Do u care about how i felt when i see u doing things lie this" her mum sobbed, pulling her to the livnig room hard on her wrists.

Then her brother heard the commotion and walked to the living room from his bed room only shocked to see his mum holding a packet of ciggarrette on her hands.

"Look at her! Look at ur sister , look at what she has done ... nvr in my life i've expected her to be so bad."Cried his mother , tears flowing down her sunken cheeks.

Shes been sufferring... with the stress from her work and as being the sole bread winner of the house. Their dad , do occassionally comes back once in a blue moon. Other then that , it had always been their mum looking after the three children. A cancer survivor , the only thing that motivates her into such a drive is to see her children grow up to be fine adults .

Her brother , dazed by the sight of the ciggarretes, his mind distorted on what he is going to do next . Straight away he sat down on the couch while listen to his mother rant at his sister.

She stared , eyes filled with deep hatred at her mother.. in her heart she felt that she was correct , because it was THEM ! who made her smoke, THEM who put her into such a sorry state, THEM! . its their fault! NOT HERS!....

Exhausted from the ranting , her mum felt faint and collasped onto the chair nearest to her.

"MOVE" that word flashed in his brother's mind for a second... jolting him up from the couch..

"Why must u make mummy cry... Why must u hurt the hearts of ppl who cared for u ?"Bellowed his brother.

"Why must u smoke? WHy must u do with ciggarrettes? "

"Do u think its cool ? I'll answered that question for u , Its absoulutely not."

"Can't u see that ur are beign used by ur friends? I understand that u felt that ur friends are the closest ppl to u and u would do what ever it takes to help them, but have it ever crossed ur mind whether what u do is correct or not. Will it hurt the hearts of PPl who care for u ? "

"True friends won't land u into such a sorry state as u are now! LOok at U, 3 years back before u came into this school u aint like that! you were just like any other ordinary fine gurls out tat.. Look how u've stained urself with ciggarrettes and vulgarities, LOok at the god damn mirror and see for urself how UGLY u've turn to.. Ugly!"Her brother rapped those words out from the bottom of his heart..

Silence.. and that cold stare... was all the response she had.. deep in her heart she was fighting... That devil ... I didnt do anything wrong...


Hot bead of tears rolled down his cheeks... he sobbed...

"When i look at u.. i can only see my self as a brother who have failed... to guide his little sister on the correct path..When papa left us, i know u felt sad, but then u were still young me too.. all i can do is to cry with u .. marcus is luckier he didnt know how it really felt then..."his words trembled with his emotions.."Do u know how i wished u didnt went to the same school as i am?My grades then suck... i wanted u to get better grades then me... i wanted u to go to a better school..its ok if u didnt did well for u studieds, but i ddint expect u to turn bad as well..I didnt wanted all this to happen...but looking at the ciggarrettes now , i feel helpless and i can only cry for u .... "

"Please dont smoke.. become a better person... if u are still there... Know that what u've done is wrong.. and correct it.. IF u still nid help, me and mummy will be still here to help.. even if the whole world turn their back on u .. ur kins wont. Becos its in our blood... so plz... become a better person and let this be the last time ..."Pleaded her brother, discarding all pride resorting to pleadings...

Akwardly.. she nodded her head and proceeds to the sink to wash her face...

Extreme Make over in progress... Make over of the day.. Ernest a.k.a ern.. but knwn as the ern meinster for today..

Orite, its the Ern-meinster B-day now. We celebrated his b-day yesterday and , we , the extreme make over team ... was kind enuff to give the ern-meinster the make over he deserved as a birthday gift. Dun say yor nigga daddy aint treating his little sonny good enuff yo dawg.. your hear? Lol..


Well.. we went to far east to actually have his hair rebonded. Ice rebonding i think , and i've learnt quite alot about rebonding today. We went to this cool saloon on the 4th floor i supposed. 04-21 of far east shopping center. We were greeted by a friendly guy named ??? . Ern was then ushered to a seat nearest to the door and the long gruelling yet worth waiting for wait started. First it was the applying of some cream which looks like mayoinnesse(i'm pretty sure i got the spelling wrong..)to me.


Then after awhile it was the alien ball on the head.. And then a wash.. then the ironing... Ay, the whole processed took like some 3 hours and 30 mins.. -_- me zj and boon practically covered the whole of far east ... leaving no one square feet spared.Then the finaly moment came when ern revealed his new hair style.. His girl friends were like going OMG OMG OMG OMG looks like some small boy or sth...I tot it look like the korean actor from the movie my sassy gurl friend.. when i interviewed ern whether he was satisfied with the hair style,he replied and definite and positive yes without any hesitation. So it was a job well done for the extreme make over team... Till the next episode stay tune ^_^..


Right , dinner was on erns at marche. Crap i think that Rostli thing... and that enormous sausage.. Was damn filling.. Looks can be deceiving..


It was some pretty nice stuff at first..but to keep on eating that.. I couldnt help but turned Green. Till now the taste of burnt potatoes still resides in a corner of my mouth tingling with my taste buds.

Went for pool after dinner.. Ay.. there is definately lotsa ppl today at town. And omg , the posers.. with the extreme street wears weren't the minority, on the contrary we were overwhelmed by ppl with extreme dress codes. They practically swarmed around in large packs. So much so that i tot the singapore Idol auditions was held at town. O_o


Well maybe i'm a toad, or rather.. a frog in the well..~

We bid ern and his friend.. his brother and another gurl gd bye as me zj and boon went home first. Well.. that concludes the day.. happy birthday ern!

YAy!! new blog scheme again..

This one really perks my day up.. Bright colour.. easy to read words.. hiack.. User friendly too.. ay i just love the sun..~!

Orite, 3 days... since i've blog i shall rant on with no mercy..

Valentines day was cool.... avoiding and playing pool. Hiack. Ay i wished i would have a date though but hiack.. Like Rock lee from naruto always say.. we are still young we are full of dreams with our ne ver ending YOUTH! *thumbs up with the good guy smile*.

Integrity

On that day i found an o2 xda phone. Not say i found.. calvin saw and i picked it up. We then gave it to the reception corner to report loss..

I then heard from zhi jian and ernest that the phone cost alot they were rambling about how "Kam gong " i am to give the phone back. Then i questioend my self of upholding my integrity; how many ppl out there would still up hold their integrity after being tempted by such valuables. Hmm, i've gotto admit it.. my integrity then wasa wavered under ernest's and zhi jians propagande! Ay ,after all.. there must still be bad ppl to allow us GOOD samaritians to stand out. *>_< ern and zj~! Lol

Good news for me as i managed to swim 30 laps alraedy.. yesterday... how ever... there were intervals la.. and i couldnt help it at the 20th lap to go abck using free style becoz my calf muscles kinda got too strained ~ but ay.. i'm swimming well liao orite.. Lol. Went to seoul to celebrate calvin's birthday. The dog is seriously obedient.. unlike the beast beside me now.. had pool for awhile at fusion and went home after ern's halve a treat at Tcc.

Ay, today had vball not much happenings.. rained though.. heavily.. ay..

Well .. tats about all for the update!

Dear blog readers, its valentines tml.. heres a lil something i've done to embrace the occassion..hah, i shall post smth joyous in de conjuntion of the series of sad happenings for me.here goes...


The History of Saint Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day started in the time of the Roman Empire. In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno. Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage. The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.

The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate. However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing. On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars. Each young man would draw a girl's name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose. Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often, they would fall in love and would later marry.

Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II Rome was involved in many bloody and unpopular campaigns. Claudius the Cruel was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.
Here is a story of saint valentines in his prison cell...


Folds of sun light creeped through the square window, no larger then the size of one's palm. There he laid, ontop of the mass of dried hay as a rudimentary bedding where his body rested.

"Father.. wake up.. I've brought something for you...."a thin voice echoed through the wallows ..

A plate of scrimped food was shoved into the prison cell via the gap between the floor and the wooden door.

"good morning Julia, how are u today?"Croaked Saint Valentine, had he not hydrated more .. he's lucky to only have a dry throat.. had he had any little more hydration... he would have just died.

"valentinus... does God really hear our prayers?" Julia asked from the other side of the door.


"Yes, my child, He hears each one."



"Do you know what I pray for every morning and every night? I pray that I might see. I want so much to see everything you've told me about!I want to love and be together with the man i love.... " Julia continued


"God does what is best for us if we will only believe in Him," Valentinus said.


"Yes, i have my faith in god and belive in him with all my might."Julia cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as she hold saint valentines hand...

"Praise be to god' he said..

On the eve of his death Valentinus wrote a last note to Julia, urging her to stay close to God. He signed it, "From your Valentine."



He suffered martyrdom on the 14th day of February, about the year 270. At that time it was the custom in Rome, a very ancient custom, indeed, to celebrate in the month of February the Lupercalia, feasts in honour of a heathen god. On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan ceremonies, the names of young women were placed in a box, from which they were drawn by the men as chance directed.


The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome endeavoured to do away with the pagan element in these feasts by substituting the names of saints for those of maidens. And as the Lupercalia began about the middle of February, the pastors appear to have chosen Saint Valentine's Day for the celebration of this new feaSt. So it seems that the custom of young men choosing maidens for valentines, or saints as patrons for the coming year, arose in this way.


So,ay love birds.. do what u must do.. singles don't fret.. ur not alone.. hiack.. perharps u could ask me out tml? no gays pls.. Lol

YAY THE POST IS TAKEN DOWN? but has the saga ended? no.

Be it me being benevolent.. be it me having a great mood now.. i decide to take that post down. I shall not accumulate more bad karma in me , but hEy if any one is interested in reading it.. I'll send it to u . To the person who know who he/she is, this is not done for u ... And yes, i've asked ur friends and they've showed no doubts on what they've heard and there is not misintepretation. sad i would be, i won't make myself sadder by creating more sad ppl. U mentioned about me flaming u on my blog... on irrelevant stuffs.. i'm not sure how relevant is the content of the post is now.. but Hey again, contradict it with what ever explanations u want orite. I'm sure u'll pushed all the blame for what ever u've done to some one else or some other stuffs.. We wanted to helped u, as friends.. but u 've said u dont want friends or rather.. U DONT NEED friends who help.


Nostalgic when ever i sit on the bus and pass by star bucks i would be... re affirmed that I'm a redundant existence in ur life... jaded

Taken from one of those interesting "emails" that I received,take ur time off, have a sip of ur favourite beverage, snuggle into ur work chair and enjoy ...



When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying, "Hello."

I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an arsehole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'arsehole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an arsehole!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'arsehole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi,this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?"

He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an arsehole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so, I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* ( I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW *******, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an arsehole."

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now,when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called arsehole #1.

"Hello."

"You're an arsehole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"*******, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front"

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******."

Then I called ******* #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, arsehole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, arsehole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. When I got there, I saw two *******s beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.





NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best

Caution to blog readers who have really weak hearts..dont proceed reading on.



We are holding on to hope, becoz death is so unpresaged... Death is immnent when we lost hope.


It only takes a few seconds to fall from that high storey.. Through out this few seconds.. u began to think about ur life.. what have u been doing.. Memories flashed in ur mind . By the time u start to regret it , u've hit the group. Head first, followed by the rest of the body. U saw ur body, the shell which contained u. U saw how multilated it would be, bits of brain tissues spilling outta ur skull, deformed jaw, eye balls forcefully erected outta ur sockets , a twistem arm, indented rib cage. Its unsightly, even for ur self, how would ur family members felt.


Escaping .. is always the best way out.. NOT . We tend to perceive that giving up is the easiest way out, It may seemed so for some, how ever on the contrary, u'ld actually lose more.Ur loved ones, ur kins, ur family, ur friends... we are all holding on to the hope together. Pulling each other.. through thick and thin. Love might seemed to be illusive but look at how prominent, the tears of the people who loved u flowed. Killing ur self.. ain't gonna help the fact that u've let urself and the ppl whom loved u down.. It only aggravate it.


I feel sorry for the children and the widow.. May thy hold on to hope and continue living strong.


To all blog readers, hold on to hope.. Live ur days to the fullest....

Orite , Dedicating this song to all the heart breakers.. Ay, u know who u are.. lol.

The heart breaker song~


20days,since i've heard from u..
I tried to call, but there isnt any use..
so i've been wondering, whats with us..
So i've been worrying , If then meant last..
I wished my valentines to be with u,
With the movies and kisses~.


Girl Tell me the things i've done..
This isnt any fun..
Could u talk to me...
Just even for this once..
I nid u by my side... or i couldn't live through one night ...
I want u next to me, never leaving me.


waking up is so tough, and sleeping is just so hard
The streets that we've once walk, the beggar at the side walk.
I couldnt help my feelings, just sinking down my heart.


Girl Tell me the things i've done..
This isnt any fun..
Could u talk to me...
Just even for this once..
I nid u by my side... or i couldn't live through one night ...
I want u next to me, never leaving me.

Talk to me.. Just even for this once..
Be next to me.. or i couldnt live the night..
Girl please dont leave me....

Jc company: Control station this is Jc company plz respond

Control Station: Roger Jc company, crystal.

Jc company:Requesting back up.

Control Station: Report status and current coordinates.

Jc Company: Heading north west 200,401 love river, currently melting in it.

Control Station: Wth, Jc company , Please re affirm location and situation

Jc company : Code red ,Code Red , we request immediate back up~ WE're going down.

Control Station: Jc company , help re inforcements are current setting off to the coordinates u've specified , do u copy.

Jc company: MAY DAY~ MAY DAY... We're going down.. the s..ii.......t...d....own..... *BSSSSSSHHHH>>>.

Control Station: we've got a situation.

*plays Sugar we're going down by fall out boy*

La la la

Rite, woke up in the middle of day and night ,limp to the toilet, jumped around as soon as cold water touches my skin and knock my head on the sink~. Right, jump into my jumpers, pat the dog ,open the gate and close it, and sets off to the lrt station.

Hum the tune for the song i've wrote last week, stared at the person who close the lift door on me. Stand sleeping on the lrt. Droop saliva on the way. Woke up at Cck station, met calin. Took mrt , saw jm, look look see, stand sleeping some more. Change train, sit sleeping on the other train. No saliva drooped. Hate the sun~ hate the foreign girl beside me.. most prollly jap.. which kept moving closer to me. Found myself a new seat, sat sleep. Change train, sat sleep.

Reach changi, walk sleep. Drew 10 bucks from the machine erected from the wall. Ordered Big mac. Drank Orange water.Took too much sodium nitrate on the harsh brown. Drank calin's coffee. Top up more coffee. Two packs creamer.. two packs sugar, like old times. Met calin's bf. Saw a mutated table cloth on the way to sent jp off. Found out that mutated table cloth is jp. Took pics. Saw Jp off. sat sky train. Sat MRt, change mrt. Start reminescing old times with calin's bf. Felt nostalgic on 960.

Reach home. Watch pokemon. Decides its too boring. watch some anime. watch mask rider. on com, do project. call km. Call some more. call ct. do project. call km. call some more. Call km home. went sheng siong, Bought the nose sticker. Did groceries. Went up stairs to take lrt.Went into the station. Tap the card. Look at the schedule for the next train. 1.20p.m. It was 1. Tap the card again. Took lift. Flag 190. Alight from bus. Hum . Reach home. Rant at bro. Starts using the nose sticker. Decides one isnt enuff so went on to use two. Carried on with project. CAlled km, ask him to go temple.

Met ct and km at liv 2 eat. Went to the temple. Enquired uncle at temple on how to bai tai sui. Uncle explained in un comprehensible language. Km translated. Found out that we nid 6 mandarine oranges. Rush of to buy. bought. came back. Uncle said we nid rice vermicilli and dried longans. Scourge the whole of bangkit for the holy items~. FOund them. Owed km money. Went back temple. Donate money. Burn candles and joss stick. Look at ct and follow what he is doing. Apparently, he is doing the same thing too. Followed the guy infront of us. toured around the vicinity of the temple.I got three more joss sticks left after the entire walk through.stick it to the nearest urn . went to grab the joss paper. Was told to do an hooking action from head to toe with the bundle of papers.Stun for a moment , intepreting what the person just asked us to do.Looked at ct for clues. couldnt find any. Starts trying out. Kept going. Held my breath as i didnt wanted to laugh. Finished with the action. Burnt paper. Tok under block . decides not to do sit ups today after laughing too much at ct.

Reach home. Cook dinner. eat.Ate. watch home ward bound while completing project. Complete project. disturb dog. starts to blog. end blogging.

Rudimentary Socialing ethics ... I doubt theres any known existence...

Hmm, Part and parcel of life. Departures, ppl come and ppl go.Cries joy saddness and happiness, shared and wasted. Perharps Whats left are kept in the back of our brain and over whelmed by other foreign intervene... Well, most prolly hatred?

What ever it is.. I've learnt that this iis one of the things that is totally out of our control , like it or not.. I've gave up on pursuing any furthur and succumed my self to the destiny beyond. well, not that its any bad though, i'm sure every one will live well and all.. happily... I'm sure..i belive that when one is done with his work or her work.. they'ld live for the benefit of not causing obstructions to any activities too.

HAh, that tinge of melachony..

Right snap back to reality..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE!!!!!

Orite,today's irene birthday... didnt really celebrated.. but ay , i think the present shud be cool~


Right, today is the first time i saw the maths lecturer so angry.. ay , and the way she throw her tantrum, gives me nostalgic feeling of my previous maths teacher in my previous school. Well, perharps that an adoptable behaviour?


Right after school, went back to school for vball. Crap, the old birds all wore the CSC jersey except for me wit the pt Tee. Odd one out again, but well, in due time.. zheng hua alumni team will be diversified.. with the ppl playing for zhenghua csc and bukit panjang csc differentiated. I'll be in bukit panjang Csc.. first time playing for a foreign team.

After vball ,met km at the school's canteen after that went to buy some ice cream and then went to calin's house for JP's pot luck. Lotsa food.. very cosy feeling i shud say... hmm.. wat else?

Right.. gonna fix my com up, conclude here.