Thursday, December 30, 2004
Hey ppz..
note the correction : it's 25 bux. not 20 bux.. guys. if you wanna go, contact me k by 1st jan asap so i can get my ass in the queue and reserve the tix.
Budak Pantai has asked uz to put thiz up...
Dear Friends and Fans,
No doubt the recent events have struck a chord with all of you.
For our show on Jan 7, we would like to raise funds for the victims and their families. We would be charging $25 per adult and $10 per student to this aim. Also, there would be an "offering bag" should others wish to give more.
Danny and blue Moo would then direct all proceeds to the necessary organisations to distribute as necessary. Indeed should any one of you have a direct contact with a charitable organisation who would send the money accordingly, we would like to have the details as well.
Please visit the site http://www.bluemoo.com.sg/ for more details.
Thanks.
Michael
Budak Pantai
note the correction : it's 25 bux. not 20 bux.. guys. if you wanna go, contact me k by 1st jan asap so i can get my ass in the queue and reserve the tix.
Budak Pantai has asked uz to put thiz up...
Dear Friends and Fans,
No doubt the recent events have struck a chord with all of you.
For our show on Jan 7, we would like to raise funds for the victims and their families. We would be charging $25 per adult and $10 per student to this aim. Also, there would be an "offering bag" should others wish to give more.
Danny and blue Moo would then direct all proceeds to the necessary organisations to distribute as necessary. Indeed should any one of you have a direct contact with a charitable organisation who would send the money accordingly, we would like to have the details as well.
Please visit the site http://www.bluemoo.com.sg/ for more details.
Thanks.
Michael
Budak Pantai
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
My smart smart sister managed to get the comments fxn working proper. thanks gal. i'm such an idiot in html.. hai.
And then all went silent.
I recall I wrote an entry for the end of 2003. And in it, I lamented over the dready year it had been and wished that 2004 would go better. So here I close yet another chapter of my life with an entry bidding 2004 goodbye.
We're never really adults yet, tho' we are in terms of numbers
I've reached 20. The numbers have changed. I'm supposed to have emerged from the cacoon as a butterfly, breaking free from my prison as a changed creature. How come I still feel as though i've never quite left that protective covering?
I"ve told lz more than once that I'm still a child in so many ways. Whenever I talk to my friends, esp. my close ones, I'm startled at how much more they are ahead of me in their ways of thinking, in their actions and in their decisions. Perhaps I was lucky to be shielded from that responsibilities when I was growing up, but now i see that my parent's protection has turned into a handicap for me. I've had to do a lot of catching up in the past 2 years. I' doubt I'll ever be able to catch up tho'.
Of the people around me
The dynamics of relationships are ever changing. You find some people, you lose some. I've long been aware that i'll be losing some people along my journey. Some have stayed behind, Thank goodness :P. But i've lost so many. Mebbe's it' s my fault, my sheer laziness to keep the connection. Mebbe it's just teh time factor.. Or mebbe it's because we live into 2 different worlds now and i can only pop into yours for transient periods of time. I dun know. But I think even if i didn't leave Singapore, it may still have being like this. At least I can still meet up and talk with you all , that's smth i'm still grateful for.
And to those I've found this year.. Thank you for joining me on the ride. :) I'm looknig forward to the journey ahead.
matters of the heart.
I'm still single. but this time I say it proudly and without regret. I've gone through the full cycle of yearning, of lamenting , of being dejected and finally of satisfaction. I can't say Idon't wanna be in a relationship. It would be nice to have someone to share your life with. But for the moment, I've juz way too much for me to miss the absence of a partner.So guys, don't say i'm cynical or bitter.. LOL. i'm sane alright.
My heart may have room for that special someone somewhere out there, but it's already filled with love for my family, frens and the Dharma...
So to those who are still with me in the club :) enjoy yourself! It's a priviledge being free! There's no point lamenting till the point of depression. But a gentle reminder to those who lost something along the way ... dont' give up. Love certainly is more than juz neurotransmitters :P amd tho' it may be destructive at times .. ( i quote from the mirror has two faces) .. " while it lasts, it feels great!"
matters of belief
This year has been a year of being lost and being found again. Silly excuses have caused me to stray off the path of cultivation earlier in the year. That's because I failed to see that feeding my brain didn't necessarily mean feeding my spiritual needs. And that led to this empty feeling that nothing could resolve. Thank goodness good conditions gave me the chance to find my way back again to Buddha's blessed teachings. Thank goodness SQ, Aimin didn't give up on me. Thank goodness Miao Yu Fa Shi was there. In a short time, I rediscovered how much the Dharma could help me with my personal struggles adn with my lack of understanding of this world, and the reason behind our sufferings. I've found the path again !
me , myself and I
i'm probably still as bad tempered, type A as ever. Perhaps even more :P oh well. still trying to curb it. Sorry to put everyone through this.. NEW year Resolution (note) : Will try to curb temperamental behaviour. Wack me if i don't.
Still as dirty minded as ever ( don't intend to change that) I think i've laid latent long enough ( can imagine lz's look of disgust)
Still as chatterbox and loudmouth as ever
Perhaps not as tomboyish as before ( thanks to lz, aiai and char :P , my image consultants ) .. Quote from mew: "your dressing juz gets skimpier everytime i see you." Well, still fully clothed :) haven't summoned up the courage to don that itsy bitsy polka dotted bikini yet . perhaps if i'm thinner.. hmm.
Still looks like the likness of Free Willy.. and the kilos are counting...
Still as vertically challenged as ever. guess it's advantageous because I 've more choice.. ( Don't even think about suaning me about that one! grrrrr...)
Still as insecure as ever. My poor mom gets the brunt of my numerous complaints. haha.. oh well. blame it on my karma then. :)
on the world
i've no idea why George Bush is still Pressi of U.S. I"ve no idea WTF the Americans are still doing in Iraq. I wished in 2003 for a better year this year, but it didn't materialised. Even as the gang and I sat down for our potluck in my house yesterday, some where in the next peninsula, there were people lying dead, victims of the devastating tsunami that swept through so many countries. Why? I ask? Why is life so cruel? like the ST said, we focus our resources so much on preventing terrorism, we failed to implement measures to cope with natural disasters which could destroy on a much greater scale. The US sent so many soldiers to Iraq to wage war on a country which alledgely had "weapons of mass destruction" ( which still haven't materialised) .. will they send as many to aid the humanitarian catestrophe that has struck Asia? We have become so obsessed with terrorism, we fail to realise the cry for help any where else.
goodbye 2004. It's time for the New year to begin.
And then all went silent.
I recall I wrote an entry for the end of 2003. And in it, I lamented over the dready year it had been and wished that 2004 would go better. So here I close yet another chapter of my life with an entry bidding 2004 goodbye.
We're never really adults yet, tho' we are in terms of numbers
I've reached 20. The numbers have changed. I'm supposed to have emerged from the cacoon as a butterfly, breaking free from my prison as a changed creature. How come I still feel as though i've never quite left that protective covering?
I"ve told lz more than once that I'm still a child in so many ways. Whenever I talk to my friends, esp. my close ones, I'm startled at how much more they are ahead of me in their ways of thinking, in their actions and in their decisions. Perhaps I was lucky to be shielded from that responsibilities when I was growing up, but now i see that my parent's protection has turned into a handicap for me. I've had to do a lot of catching up in the past 2 years. I' doubt I'll ever be able to catch up tho'.
Of the people around me
The dynamics of relationships are ever changing. You find some people, you lose some. I've long been aware that i'll be losing some people along my journey. Some have stayed behind, Thank goodness :P. But i've lost so many. Mebbe's it' s my fault, my sheer laziness to keep the connection. Mebbe it's just teh time factor.. Or mebbe it's because we live into 2 different worlds now and i can only pop into yours for transient periods of time. I dun know. But I think even if i didn't leave Singapore, it may still have being like this. At least I can still meet up and talk with you all , that's smth i'm still grateful for.
And to those I've found this year.. Thank you for joining me on the ride. :) I'm looknig forward to the journey ahead.
matters of the heart.
I'm still single. but this time I say it proudly and without regret. I've gone through the full cycle of yearning, of lamenting , of being dejected and finally of satisfaction. I can't say Idon't wanna be in a relationship. It would be nice to have someone to share your life with. But for the moment, I've juz way too much for me to miss the absence of a partner.So guys, don't say i'm cynical or bitter.. LOL. i'm sane alright.
My heart may have room for that special someone somewhere out there, but it's already filled with love for my family, frens and the Dharma...
So to those who are still with me in the club :) enjoy yourself! It's a priviledge being free! There's no point lamenting till the point of depression. But a gentle reminder to those who lost something along the way ... dont' give up. Love certainly is more than juz neurotransmitters :P amd tho' it may be destructive at times .. ( i quote from the mirror has two faces) .. " while it lasts, it feels great!"
matters of belief
This year has been a year of being lost and being found again. Silly excuses have caused me to stray off the path of cultivation earlier in the year. That's because I failed to see that feeding my brain didn't necessarily mean feeding my spiritual needs. And that led to this empty feeling that nothing could resolve. Thank goodness good conditions gave me the chance to find my way back again to Buddha's blessed teachings. Thank goodness SQ, Aimin didn't give up on me. Thank goodness Miao Yu Fa Shi was there. In a short time, I rediscovered how much the Dharma could help me with my personal struggles adn with my lack of understanding of this world, and the reason behind our sufferings. I've found the path again !
me , myself and I
i'm probably still as bad tempered, type A as ever. Perhaps even more :P oh well. still trying to curb it. Sorry to put everyone through this.. NEW year Resolution (note) : Will try to curb temperamental behaviour. Wack me if i don't.
Still as dirty minded as ever ( don't intend to change that) I think i've laid latent long enough ( can imagine lz's look of disgust)
Still as chatterbox and loudmouth as ever
Perhaps not as tomboyish as before ( thanks to lz, aiai and char :P , my image consultants ) .. Quote from mew: "your dressing juz gets skimpier everytime i see you." Well, still fully clothed :) haven't summoned up the courage to don that itsy bitsy polka dotted bikini yet . perhaps if i'm thinner.. hmm.
Still looks like the likness of Free Willy.. and the kilos are counting...
Still as vertically challenged as ever. guess it's advantageous because I 've more choice.. ( Don't even think about suaning me about that one! grrrrr...)
Still as insecure as ever. My poor mom gets the brunt of my numerous complaints. haha.. oh well. blame it on my karma then. :)
on the world
i've no idea why George Bush is still Pressi of U.S. I"ve no idea WTF the Americans are still doing in Iraq. I wished in 2003 for a better year this year, but it didn't materialised. Even as the gang and I sat down for our potluck in my house yesterday, some where in the next peninsula, there were people lying dead, victims of the devastating tsunami that swept through so many countries. Why? I ask? Why is life so cruel? like the ST said, we focus our resources so much on preventing terrorism, we failed to implement measures to cope with natural disasters which could destroy on a much greater scale. The US sent so many soldiers to Iraq to wage war on a country which alledgely had "weapons of mass destruction" ( which still haven't materialised) .. will they send as many to aid the humanitarian catestrophe that has struck Asia? We have become so obsessed with terrorism, we fail to realise the cry for help any where else.
goodbye 2004. It's time for the New year to begin.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Xmas!!!
Xmas dayz.. w/o daniel. :(.
Ah well, went for the usual Xmas bash at Auntie Pat's house. I haven't seen everyone for ages!!! The only one i've met was probalby cherie babe. I couldn't recognise everyone, even tho' these are ppl I've known since I was a child. Well, i wasn't the only one struggling. All the aunties and uncles had difficulty identifying all the "kids"
Ok.. HX of us. I've spent every major holiday with these bunch of ppl since I was a baby. They are actually my dad's batch mates in SIA and their families and we all used to stay in the same condo in loyang. So fun!!! My best pal cherie stayed above me, Jason stayed beside her, my mom's fren beside us, and my sister's best pal in the next block. I still recall uz exploring Loyang valley together when we were young. Anyway, even after we all moved out of loyang, we've always made it a point to meet up eveyr xmas and CNY. so here we are again. Except the young faces of my playmates are no longer recognisable.
As we gals sat down to chit chat at the dining table, the screaming from the younger kids ( busy at play) from the garden drifted into the house. At that moment, it hit all of uz how fast the years have passed by.. We were once the kids screaming in that very same garden, and the mothers sat at the dining table. But now, we now occupied the dining area, the mothers had being displaced outside on the driveway, and the fathers still occupied the patio. The guys occupied the hall. we're OLD WE"RE OLD?? I"M OLD???? nvm.
Hai.. jason and Denzill.. DUDez.. dudez dudez.. where in the world are you? grrrr... CNY have to go and drag them in manz.. I smiled inwardly as I watch 12yr old MX play with the kids. I was once in her place.. being the eldest of all the SIA kids, i had the job of coming out with all the games we played.
So we sat and talked.. and talked.. still whoa . 4am!!! check it out.. everything.. from sex, to guys, to love lives, to scandals, to movies to schools. Even though our ages ranged from 14 to 20 years , and we haven't seen each other for a year or so.. we could just catch up from wehre we left off.. :P that was good. but at 4am, i think our energy ran out. the adults weren't done yet, so we played taiti.. jo and I rock.. haha. nah, I won one game. My 2nd win ever. groan. and only coz i had like 3 aces and 3 "2s" silly huh? and i thinki finally understand the game.. ( goodness, after 6 years of learning!?!)
I got tired of tai ti ('i'm juz not a card game fanatic) , so i wandered off to the patio to join the adults for a drink and their chit chat. I suppose with all the merry making and the copious alcohol.. it really went into everyone's heads. ok. fine. the guys' heads. THey were all so high, and one of the uncles give me a lecture about some indian guy who " was a brahmin and died at the age of 84" , who went "nyag gedai gedai." and " ai yoyo" and who kept saying ' who gives a shit" .. on a repeat button. Omg ..omg. i was so high on laughter i coudln't even walk properly. i hope i didn't seem too rude, well i suppose it was alright since my mom was tickled pink too. Auntie was glaring at uz. "SO you're gonna leave me with thizz??!!!" pointing to uncle who was still goin on with teh same story. hai. alcohol. With all your Dopamin receptors in your brain knocked out.. i'll just quote him. " WHO GIVES A SHIT???"
we left at about 5am. ( mom refused to let me drive back , sulk, then i would have taken the wine. ) ... but i had a great time :) merry boxing day ppz..
Xmas dayz.. w/o daniel. :(.
Ah well, went for the usual Xmas bash at Auntie Pat's house. I haven't seen everyone for ages!!! The only one i've met was probalby cherie babe. I couldn't recognise everyone, even tho' these are ppl I've known since I was a child. Well, i wasn't the only one struggling. All the aunties and uncles had difficulty identifying all the "kids"
Ok.. HX of us. I've spent every major holiday with these bunch of ppl since I was a baby. They are actually my dad's batch mates in SIA and their families and we all used to stay in the same condo in loyang. So fun!!! My best pal cherie stayed above me, Jason stayed beside her, my mom's fren beside us, and my sister's best pal in the next block. I still recall uz exploring Loyang valley together when we were young. Anyway, even after we all moved out of loyang, we've always made it a point to meet up eveyr xmas and CNY. so here we are again. Except the young faces of my playmates are no longer recognisable.
As we gals sat down to chit chat at the dining table, the screaming from the younger kids ( busy at play) from the garden drifted into the house. At that moment, it hit all of uz how fast the years have passed by.. We were once the kids screaming in that very same garden, and the mothers sat at the dining table. But now, we now occupied the dining area, the mothers had being displaced outside on the driveway, and the fathers still occupied the patio. The guys occupied the hall. we're OLD WE"RE OLD?? I"M OLD???? nvm.
Hai.. jason and Denzill.. DUDez.. dudez dudez.. where in the world are you? grrrr... CNY have to go and drag them in manz.. I smiled inwardly as I watch 12yr old MX play with the kids. I was once in her place.. being the eldest of all the SIA kids, i had the job of coming out with all the games we played.
So we sat and talked.. and talked.. still whoa . 4am!!! check it out.. everything.. from sex, to guys, to love lives, to scandals, to movies to schools. Even though our ages ranged from 14 to 20 years , and we haven't seen each other for a year or so.. we could just catch up from wehre we left off.. :P that was good. but at 4am, i think our energy ran out. the adults weren't done yet, so we played taiti.. jo and I rock.. haha. nah, I won one game. My 2nd win ever. groan. and only coz i had like 3 aces and 3 "2s" silly huh? and i thinki finally understand the game.. ( goodness, after 6 years of learning!?!)
I got tired of tai ti ('i'm juz not a card game fanatic) , so i wandered off to the patio to join the adults for a drink and their chit chat. I suppose with all the merry making and the copious alcohol.. it really went into everyone's heads. ok. fine. the guys' heads. THey were all so high, and one of the uncles give me a lecture about some indian guy who " was a brahmin and died at the age of 84" , who went "nyag gedai gedai." and " ai yoyo" and who kept saying ' who gives a shit" .. on a repeat button. Omg ..omg. i was so high on laughter i coudln't even walk properly. i hope i didn't seem too rude, well i suppose it was alright since my mom was tickled pink too. Auntie was glaring at uz. "SO you're gonna leave me with thizz??!!!" pointing to uncle who was still goin on with teh same story. hai. alcohol. With all your Dopamin receptors in your brain knocked out.. i'll just quote him. " WHO GIVES A SHIT???"
we left at about 5am. ( mom refused to let me drive back , sulk, then i would have taken the wine. ) ... but i had a great time :) merry boxing day ppz..
Saturday, December 25, 2004
The Phantom
Went to watch the Phantom with Lz today.. Got to admit that although the production was lavish ( the sets were eye popping) and the female lead was not bad.. it juz coudlnt' live up to the on stage musical. It's a bit hard to reproduce Christine Daae's fascination with the Angel of Music in a movie. She just comes across to me as a gal who simply couldn't make up her goddamn mind. Thank goodness the music saved the show ( and me from falling asleep) Webber's music was the show's saving grace. but mr phantom couldn't really sing. ( he was yelling half the time). the gal playing christine was not bad. She brought out teh vulnerability in young christine well and her voice was not bad ( not as powerful as Sarah brightman , but ok lah)
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD.
For the uninitiated , the phantom of the opera is a tale about a disfigured genius who lives in teh bowels of the paris opera house. Rejected by society because of his horrifying looks, he loses every inch of humanity in his soul. He thinks nothing of killing, bribing and blackmailing to get wat he wants. He was a talented composer, architect and musician, blessed with teh voice of an angel. He took young orphan Christine Daee under his wing and coached her to become a great opera singer. But as expected ( even for a guy twice her age) he fell for her. He did everything he could to launch her career.. tho' his methods were pretty questionable. However, Christine had her own little blossoming romance with her childhood sweetheart raoul. So the jealous phantom swore revenge at her so called betrayal and made life hell for everyone int eh opera house ( one wonders why christin just didn't pack up and run) . But neway, at the end, Christine managed to convince the Phantom to let them off, by giving him the one thing he never knew.. dignity.
I felt so sorry for the Phantom as he knelt in front of the musical monkey and sang "Masquerade" after he let the lovers off. When Christine approached him again, he lifted his head, hoping that she had come back to him, but Christine just came back to pass him back his ring. Sobz.. i'm a hopeless romantic..
I 've never managed to get thru the original novel by some french dude. but i have read Susan Kay's version of Phantom where she introduces us the the Phantom's tortured childhood, the gyspy fair, his adventures in persia ( where he mastered the use of the punjab lasso) . But the story has a more bitter sweet ending. But one thing i never reallly got was Christine's feelings for the Phantom. Did she love him? Or was she just enchanted by his darkenss, his genius and his voice. ? THe phantom himself is still my fav character :P .. and that book is one of my favs too.. go read it!
Neway,
Went for hiphop fesitval with lz.. It was not bad, the dancing and beatboxing .. only thing was that the dancers relaly lacked energy. I felt kinda tired for them. Ok.. lz' scomments.. tey were just going thru the moves.. with technique ( no dobut) but zero energy. I can hear Rhoisin's words in my head.. " Wat is MY FAV WORD???" and all of uz in the hip hop class would half heartedly sigh.. " urgh" .
and she would shake her head and yell " URGH!!!" ( complete with some butt shaking and boob trusting>) gosh she looks so sexy doing it, i look like a complete dork. sigh. i miss her classes.. i can't find any hiphop teacher who can equate her passion, her drive and her butt shaking.. hope i've time to rejoin flare dance next year. I think i wanna take up salsa too. and get in touch with my butt shaking side
Went to Hilda's house for Xmas dinner. :) Yay!! the gal is BACK!!!
Fortunatley 'uncle jack's son wasn't around.. c'mon hilda, even if he was around, he coudln't handle the 2 of uz at one go..:P
haha.. but i got to meet lotsa really really cool ppl. Ther were 3 doctors from china .. so you coudl imagine the whole conversation was in CHINESE. ( complete with beijing accent) I am reminded yet again how inadequate i am in my mother tongue. :P but with good food, good company, lotsa smiling, I had a wonderful time. I had the honour of holding an conversation with Gu yi sheng's wife. She was a really really lovely lady. Hilda and I were asking her about the cultural revolution and she obliged, giving us an excellent recount of her experiences. Her husband was a red guard! imagine that! She herself had to go for the re-education scheme where she had to rough it out in the country side during her school years. It reminded me how blessed I was to be reborn in Singapore, in this era, and into a loving family who could provide me with my needs. After reading Jung Chung's Wild Swans, the horrors of the Cultural revolution, THe great Leap forward and the hardships the pple went thru still remained nothing more than words in a book. But when you actually hear these events being recounted personally, it leaves a much deeper impression.
THe food.. oh the food.. roast chicken, potato salad, ham, fried rice, chocs!, brownies, some yummy spring roollls... ahhhhhhhhhhhh.. SO YUMMILICIOUS!!!!!thanks gal for the invite :P
anyone noe the chinese equivalent for 'hemiplagia?" lol
Went to watch the Phantom with Lz today.. Got to admit that although the production was lavish ( the sets were eye popping) and the female lead was not bad.. it juz coudlnt' live up to the on stage musical. It's a bit hard to reproduce Christine Daae's fascination with the Angel of Music in a movie. She just comes across to me as a gal who simply couldn't make up her goddamn mind. Thank goodness the music saved the show ( and me from falling asleep) Webber's music was the show's saving grace. but mr phantom couldn't really sing. ( he was yelling half the time). the gal playing christine was not bad. She brought out teh vulnerability in young christine well and her voice was not bad ( not as powerful as Sarah brightman , but ok lah)
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD.
For the uninitiated , the phantom of the opera is a tale about a disfigured genius who lives in teh bowels of the paris opera house. Rejected by society because of his horrifying looks, he loses every inch of humanity in his soul. He thinks nothing of killing, bribing and blackmailing to get wat he wants. He was a talented composer, architect and musician, blessed with teh voice of an angel. He took young orphan Christine Daee under his wing and coached her to become a great opera singer. But as expected ( even for a guy twice her age) he fell for her. He did everything he could to launch her career.. tho' his methods were pretty questionable. However, Christine had her own little blossoming romance with her childhood sweetheart raoul. So the jealous phantom swore revenge at her so called betrayal and made life hell for everyone int eh opera house ( one wonders why christin just didn't pack up and run) . But neway, at the end, Christine managed to convince the Phantom to let them off, by giving him the one thing he never knew.. dignity.
I felt so sorry for the Phantom as he knelt in front of the musical monkey and sang "Masquerade" after he let the lovers off. When Christine approached him again, he lifted his head, hoping that she had come back to him, but Christine just came back to pass him back his ring. Sobz.. i'm a hopeless romantic..
I 've never managed to get thru the original novel by some french dude. but i have read Susan Kay's version of Phantom where she introduces us the the Phantom's tortured childhood, the gyspy fair, his adventures in persia ( where he mastered the use of the punjab lasso) . But the story has a more bitter sweet ending. But one thing i never reallly got was Christine's feelings for the Phantom. Did she love him? Or was she just enchanted by his darkenss, his genius and his voice. ? THe phantom himself is still my fav character :P .. and that book is one of my favs too.. go read it!
Neway,
Went for hiphop fesitval with lz.. It was not bad, the dancing and beatboxing .. only thing was that the dancers relaly lacked energy. I felt kinda tired for them. Ok.. lz' scomments.. tey were just going thru the moves.. with technique ( no dobut) but zero energy. I can hear Rhoisin's words in my head.. " Wat is MY FAV WORD???" and all of uz in the hip hop class would half heartedly sigh.. " urgh" .
and she would shake her head and yell " URGH!!!" ( complete with some butt shaking and boob trusting>) gosh she looks so sexy doing it, i look like a complete dork. sigh. i miss her classes.. i can't find any hiphop teacher who can equate her passion, her drive and her butt shaking.. hope i've time to rejoin flare dance next year. I think i wanna take up salsa too. and get in touch with my butt shaking side
Went to Hilda's house for Xmas dinner. :) Yay!! the gal is BACK!!!
Fortunatley 'uncle jack's son wasn't around.. c'mon hilda, even if he was around, he coudln't handle the 2 of uz at one go..:P
haha.. but i got to meet lotsa really really cool ppl. Ther were 3 doctors from china .. so you coudl imagine the whole conversation was in CHINESE. ( complete with beijing accent) I am reminded yet again how inadequate i am in my mother tongue. :P but with good food, good company, lotsa smiling, I had a wonderful time. I had the honour of holding an conversation with Gu yi sheng's wife. She was a really really lovely lady. Hilda and I were asking her about the cultural revolution and she obliged, giving us an excellent recount of her experiences. Her husband was a red guard! imagine that! She herself had to go for the re-education scheme where she had to rough it out in the country side during her school years. It reminded me how blessed I was to be reborn in Singapore, in this era, and into a loving family who could provide me with my needs. After reading Jung Chung's Wild Swans, the horrors of the Cultural revolution, THe great Leap forward and the hardships the pple went thru still remained nothing more than words in a book. But when you actually hear these events being recounted personally, it leaves a much deeper impression.
THe food.. oh the food.. roast chicken, potato salad, ham, fried rice, chocs!, brownies, some yummy spring roollls... ahhhhhhhhhhhh.. SO YUMMILICIOUS!!!!!thanks gal for the invite :P
anyone noe the chinese equivalent for 'hemiplagia?" lol
Friday, December 24, 2004
I can't believe MAS lost my bro's luggage. AMazing. He called uz last night and very calmly told my mom that his luggage was left in KL. Wow.. needless to say my mom wasn't exactly mirroring his calm demeanour. I think i spent a whole day trying to reassure her that Dan will be fine ( tho' i was trying to work out in my mind how he was gonna be fine going to competition w/o his toiletries, undies and his uniform)
Poor boy.
They say Nagoyah's pretty,
Tho' i've never been.
Daniel's luggage was left in msia,
A situation I've never seen.!
Poor boy, I think he's been through enough.
yez, i miss daniel..
Oh i miss him so much.
Daniel my brother,
you're younger than me
Do you still feel the pain,
of the scars taht won't heal,
your eyes have light,
but you see more than i
Daniel you're a star,
In the face of teh sky.
Poor boy.
They say Nagoyah's pretty,
Tho' i've never been.
Daniel's luggage was left in msia,
A situation I've never seen.!
Poor boy, I think he's been through enough.
yez, i miss daniel..
Oh i miss him so much.
Daniel my brother,
you're younger than me
Do you still feel the pain,
of the scars taht won't heal,
your eyes have light,
but you see more than i
Daniel you're a star,
In the face of teh sky.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Daniel
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane...
I can see the red tail lights, heading for spain,
i can see daniel waving goodbye.
lord it looks like daniel,
must be the clouds in my eyes...
hai.. my baby brother just left for Japan. i think i'was more anxious than mom. Nagz Nagz Nagz.. :) tat's the down side having a 20 years old sister. you get more nagginz from her than you get from your mom. :)
So weird to be seeing him off. With a bag that looked as big as he was, he ran off towards the immigration and out of side behind the glass panelled wall. hai.. well, first time he's gonna be away from home. Dunno how he'll cope. He' has alwayz been pampered in the family.. dunno if he can sleep on the tatami mats.. if he has enuff warm clothes, if he can eat sashimi.. grinz.. worry worry worry.
the house seems so quiet w/o him.
tho'. i hardly see him when he is around, his absence seems soo palpable.
Daniel my brother,
you are younger than me,
do you still feel the pain,
of the scars that won't heal,
your eyes have light
but you see more than I
Daniel, you're a star,
In the face of the sky...
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane...
I can see the red tail lights, heading for spain,
i can see daniel waving goodbye.
lord it looks like daniel,
must be the clouds in my eyes...
hai.. my baby brother just left for Japan. i think i'was more anxious than mom. Nagz Nagz Nagz.. :) tat's the down side having a 20 years old sister. you get more nagginz from her than you get from your mom. :)
So weird to be seeing him off. With a bag that looked as big as he was, he ran off towards the immigration and out of side behind the glass panelled wall. hai.. well, first time he's gonna be away from home. Dunno how he'll cope. He' has alwayz been pampered in the family.. dunno if he can sleep on the tatami mats.. if he has enuff warm clothes, if he can eat sashimi.. grinz.. worry worry worry.
the house seems so quiet w/o him.
tho'. i hardly see him when he is around, his absence seems soo palpable.
Daniel my brother,
you are younger than me,
do you still feel the pain,
of the scars that won't heal,
your eyes have light
but you see more than I
Daniel, you're a star,
In the face of the sky...
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Immeasurable light and beauty
Went for service on Sunday again. A group of Fo Guang shan Buddhist Devotees went on a pilgrimage to India. It was awesome seeing photos of Buddha's birthplace, his place of meditation and the place he attained enlightenment....
I was pretty skeptical when teh reverend started the lecture on teh 48 vows of Amitabha Buddha. But after I pondered upon it, I realised it made sense. I still struggle with the concept of a western pure land, but the vows of trying to purify your thought, your mind , your speech and your surroundings make perfect sense in the context of our world. His teachings reminded me the importance of reflection on the concept of cause and effect. One of the vows that came up owas actually on appearance! :) i always wondered how a Buddhist could groom herself if she wasn't supposed to be attached to her appearance.. Well. the fact is that we DO have to take care opf our appearance, because it gives pple a good impression and it brings joy to other people knowing that you're in a good mental state to care about your appearance. The crux is you dno't become OBSESSED with your appearance.. :) yup.. there was also some talk about beautifying the surroudnings.. hey let's go with teh keep singapore clean and green campaign.
just received annual report from Fo guang shan young adults group. Hai.. miss Saturday prayers back in Melb, having lunch with the team and our afternoon discussion classes. I wished I had grasped the cause and conditions and interacted more with my class and Rev. Miaoyu. I hope I have more chances in teh future. My time in Singapore is too short to really settle into the activites at Fo guang shan singapore. I am grateful to know that I have the chance to hear the Dharma being preachedd ruing my holz.. :) yay! The sutras are chanted in a really really nice melodic way.. i guess coz there are more reverends here than in my temple in melbourne. Saw Buddhist choir practise on teh programmes.. hmm. wanted to check it out, but the timing was too late..
Went for service on Sunday again. A group of Fo Guang shan Buddhist Devotees went on a pilgrimage to India. It was awesome seeing photos of Buddha's birthplace, his place of meditation and the place he attained enlightenment....
I was pretty skeptical when teh reverend started the lecture on teh 48 vows of Amitabha Buddha. But after I pondered upon it, I realised it made sense. I still struggle with the concept of a western pure land, but the vows of trying to purify your thought, your mind , your speech and your surroundings make perfect sense in the context of our world. His teachings reminded me the importance of reflection on the concept of cause and effect. One of the vows that came up owas actually on appearance! :) i always wondered how a Buddhist could groom herself if she wasn't supposed to be attached to her appearance.. Well. the fact is that we DO have to take care opf our appearance, because it gives pple a good impression and it brings joy to other people knowing that you're in a good mental state to care about your appearance. The crux is you dno't become OBSESSED with your appearance.. :) yup.. there was also some talk about beautifying the surroudnings.. hey let's go with teh keep singapore clean and green campaign.
just received annual report from Fo guang shan young adults group. Hai.. miss Saturday prayers back in Melb, having lunch with the team and our afternoon discussion classes. I wished I had grasped the cause and conditions and interacted more with my class and Rev. Miaoyu. I hope I have more chances in teh future. My time in Singapore is too short to really settle into the activites at Fo guang shan singapore. I am grateful to know that I have the chance to hear the Dharma being preachedd ruing my holz.. :) yay! The sutras are chanted in a really really nice melodic way.. i guess coz there are more reverends here than in my temple in melbourne. Saw Buddhist choir practise on teh programmes.. hmm. wanted to check it out, but the timing was too late..
Monday, December 20, 2004
Hmmm. straits time is publishing blogs. I hope they are seeking permission from teh authors first, after what happened with Drsheep.com.sg. they really shoudl have some regulation on author's rights. but i suppose thier logic is that if you're ok with putting up your thots ( or as lz says . emotional masturbation) up on the web for the world to see, there is no rationale for you to get angry if they popped it in your local paper.
THe press is sometimes an irritant i find. LIke with that recent case where the baby and the maid fell off the 23rd storey. THe press staked out at the funeral wake, and accousted the grieving family. Even after the family declined to give comments, the press skulked around, hanging on to every snitches of conversation they could catch. It was pretty revolting. But I guess their behaviour can be explained because of the public's sadistic obsession with death and the whirlpool effect death has on the human emotions.
that weighty issue
I just watched this program yesterday called the Swan. Where a couple of American women who have serious serious image problesm ( both mental and physical) are taken in and given a revolting amoutn of plastic surgery and gruelling exercise regimes. They go in as "ugly ducklings" and emerge as "swans". ( i quote from the hosts) And at the end of it al, they get to flaunt their new bodies on the catwalk.
THe camera zooms in on numerous unflattering shots of the weeping women in their full ungroomed glory and the narrator gives you their huge sob story.. here's a couple. Gets ribbed at for being the ugly kid in school, lousy sex life with husband, insercuirities about how attractive they are, and ( horrors) hearing your own father telling the teacher not to expect too much out of you. Wow..
THen bring on the surgical team.. nip and tuck, break and mend and lo and behold.. the new swan emerges.
THe camera than treats the audience with shots of the woman staring disbelievingly at their new figure and face and squealing with delight. Oh boy. Watching their infectious display of delight, it makes me almost wanna have plastic surgery too. And then you see them parading down the catwalk and their husbands and bf's cheering them wildly.
Wait a moment. Did i say husbands and bfs??
Yez, despite all their bad looks, bad teeth and blotchy complexion, most of these miserable ladies actually had guys who fell for them , and even married them. Some of them underwent thiz change because they felt that their unattravitve looks were threatening their relationship. Look gals, if the dude could even fall for you , pimples blubber and all, in the first place... looks aren't the factor that is gonna keep your relationship together. And if looks were a factor.. the guy isan't worth 2 pence. yeah, i know guys are visual creatures.. that's a fact c'mon, i hear my guy frens rave about chiobus half the time, it's audio torture at its peak. My guy fren told me.. Guys genearlly go for tall, thin, willowly gu niang types with long hair... brain being optional and i agreed whole heartedly with him. But i also have to grudgingly admit tat there a few down to earth ones out there ( altho' they are mostly taken up).. i still recall a conversation with anther one of my guy frens that impressed me ( despite all my bitterness and cycnism about guys and male behavoiur)
He jokingly said to me, that i and another 2 of my gal pals were hot. ( he muz be needing new glasses)
so I teased him .. " oh . so your gf must be the hottest of them all!"
" nah.. she's not hot."
" haha.. you've gotta be joking. tell me you're joking, or i'll complain to her!"
His face grew serious as he said firmly, " A guy may lust after females coz their hot, but a guy doesn't fall in a love with a gal coz she's hot. He loves her for everything else. "
WHOA.. I wanted to check if he was on drugs. But yez ladies.. there are still guys who go for more than wat's on the surface. ANd these ladies form the Swan show were obviously one of those who managed to catch one of these down to earth guys who loved them for "everything else"
And yet, they are among one of the most miserable wrecks I"ve seen. I disagree with teh show's concept that you're giving them a new lease of life. I think you're placing too much emphasis on outward beauty and encouraging males to view all ladies as sex toys. ANd you're starting this ladies down on the path to BDDom. ( body dismorphic disorder). They don't need plastic surgeons, they need a therapists to open up their eyes ( WITHOUT PLASTIC SURGERY) and urge them to see their loving supportive husbands and kids.... THese ar eth ppl who love you no matter what you look like.
THe media sure doesn't help with promoting inner beauty.. i think china held a contest too where the contestants were all plastic surgery modified. Flip the papers , any papers.. and you'll see zillions of ads promoting slimming. I was quite frustrated reading streats.. every page had a gorgeous, scantilly clad lass with a svelte figure. I codun't even concentrateon the articles.. i was too busy comparing my own dumpy figure to their willowly one. Flip , flip flip.. Ah ha... ! I sighed with relief as I gazed upon a page wihtout the female silloutte splashed across it... It was a hunky guy instead.. but running my eyes down the page, my gaze rested on the words below. " Male slimming sanctuary"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
" there are 3 types of guys left in our age group... the can make-it but taken ones, the can make it but too shy ones, and the cannot make it ones." - Mew.
" There are 3 types of guys left in our age group... the taken, the gay and the cannot make it ." - me.
THe press is sometimes an irritant i find. LIke with that recent case where the baby and the maid fell off the 23rd storey. THe press staked out at the funeral wake, and accousted the grieving family. Even after the family declined to give comments, the press skulked around, hanging on to every snitches of conversation they could catch. It was pretty revolting. But I guess their behaviour can be explained because of the public's sadistic obsession with death and the whirlpool effect death has on the human emotions.
that weighty issue
I just watched this program yesterday called the Swan. Where a couple of American women who have serious serious image problesm ( both mental and physical) are taken in and given a revolting amoutn of plastic surgery and gruelling exercise regimes. They go in as "ugly ducklings" and emerge as "swans". ( i quote from the hosts) And at the end of it al, they get to flaunt their new bodies on the catwalk.
THe camera zooms in on numerous unflattering shots of the weeping women in their full ungroomed glory and the narrator gives you their huge sob story.. here's a couple. Gets ribbed at for being the ugly kid in school, lousy sex life with husband, insercuirities about how attractive they are, and ( horrors) hearing your own father telling the teacher not to expect too much out of you. Wow..
THen bring on the surgical team.. nip and tuck, break and mend and lo and behold.. the new swan emerges.
THe camera than treats the audience with shots of the woman staring disbelievingly at their new figure and face and squealing with delight. Oh boy. Watching their infectious display of delight, it makes me almost wanna have plastic surgery too. And then you see them parading down the catwalk and their husbands and bf's cheering them wildly.
Wait a moment. Did i say husbands and bfs??
Yez, despite all their bad looks, bad teeth and blotchy complexion, most of these miserable ladies actually had guys who fell for them , and even married them. Some of them underwent thiz change because they felt that their unattravitve looks were threatening their relationship. Look gals, if the dude could even fall for you , pimples blubber and all, in the first place... looks aren't the factor that is gonna keep your relationship together. And if looks were a factor.. the guy isan't worth 2 pence. yeah, i know guys are visual creatures.. that's a fact c'mon, i hear my guy frens rave about chiobus half the time, it's audio torture at its peak. My guy fren told me.. Guys genearlly go for tall, thin, willowly gu niang types with long hair... brain being optional and i agreed whole heartedly with him. But i also have to grudgingly admit tat there a few down to earth ones out there ( altho' they are mostly taken up).. i still recall a conversation with anther one of my guy frens that impressed me ( despite all my bitterness and cycnism about guys and male behavoiur)
He jokingly said to me, that i and another 2 of my gal pals were hot. ( he muz be needing new glasses)
so I teased him .. " oh . so your gf must be the hottest of them all!"
" nah.. she's not hot."
" haha.. you've gotta be joking. tell me you're joking, or i'll complain to her!"
His face grew serious as he said firmly, " A guy may lust after females coz their hot, but a guy doesn't fall in a love with a gal coz she's hot. He loves her for everything else. "
WHOA.. I wanted to check if he was on drugs. But yez ladies.. there are still guys who go for more than wat's on the surface. ANd these ladies form the Swan show were obviously one of those who managed to catch one of these down to earth guys who loved them for "everything else"
And yet, they are among one of the most miserable wrecks I"ve seen. I disagree with teh show's concept that you're giving them a new lease of life. I think you're placing too much emphasis on outward beauty and encouraging males to view all ladies as sex toys. ANd you're starting this ladies down on the path to BDDom. ( body dismorphic disorder). They don't need plastic surgeons, they need a therapists to open up their eyes ( WITHOUT PLASTIC SURGERY) and urge them to see their loving supportive husbands and kids.... THese ar eth ppl who love you no matter what you look like.
THe media sure doesn't help with promoting inner beauty.. i think china held a contest too where the contestants were all plastic surgery modified. Flip the papers , any papers.. and you'll see zillions of ads promoting slimming. I was quite frustrated reading streats.. every page had a gorgeous, scantilly clad lass with a svelte figure. I codun't even concentrateon the articles.. i was too busy comparing my own dumpy figure to their willowly one. Flip , flip flip.. Ah ha... ! I sighed with relief as I gazed upon a page wihtout the female silloutte splashed across it... It was a hunky guy instead.. but running my eyes down the page, my gaze rested on the words below. " Male slimming sanctuary"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
" there are 3 types of guys left in our age group... the can make-it but taken ones, the can make it but too shy ones, and the cannot make it ones." - Mew.
" There are 3 types of guys left in our age group... the taken, the gay and the cannot make it ." - me.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
BUDAK PANTAI!!!
Since i'm a techno idiot... look for the pix on lizhen's site.. lol.. sorry gal.. xin ku ni.
Thanks to JC,... We gals( and a guy) got the chance to watch BUdak pantai's Xmas concert.. i'Ve been waiting a whole year to see them, and as usual, they never let me down. They're still as wacky, as corny and as SIngaporean as ever. :)
I was kept in stitches with their song ' one way ticket, " and " gor liap" haha.. damn funny manz.. .. hai. how i miss acapella singing. I always think i've gotten over my obsession with acap, but when i attend concerts, it hits me how much i miss singing in a group.. hmm. wonder if acap a.
It was a lovely windy nite on the rooftop.. i think we really really enjoyed ourselves a lot that nite. saw binx, qihui and qiying.. didn't really wat tp talk about tho'.. :P tongue tied. I guess it's hard to catch up after 2 years of zero communication. But nice to see 'em again.
I enjoyed the performance so much I bought their cd.. and got it autographed.. and managed to remind teh star struck lz that her camera was present. :) catch a pic of uz with the fivesome on her site.. i'd betters stop refering ppl to lz's site least she charges me $$. lol.. glad cs enjoyed their performance too :P now budak has fans from msia too! and melb! i think half the mumsg is hooked to budak now.
I dunno wat makes them so endearing. I think it's their uniquely local twist to normal acapella songs, and their offbeat humour that makes them so loved.. It's hard not to be addicted to them after hearnig them for the 1st time. Tho' they repeated some ole' songs.. i heard some really cute new ones too..
Since i'm a techno idiot... look for the pix on lizhen's site.. lol.. sorry gal.. xin ku ni.
Thanks to JC,... We gals( and a guy) got the chance to watch BUdak pantai's Xmas concert.. i'Ve been waiting a whole year to see them, and as usual, they never let me down. They're still as wacky, as corny and as SIngaporean as ever. :)
I was kept in stitches with their song ' one way ticket, " and " gor liap" haha.. damn funny manz.. .. hai. how i miss acapella singing. I always think i've gotten over my obsession with acap, but when i attend concerts, it hits me how much i miss singing in a group.. hmm. wonder if acap a.
It was a lovely windy nite on the rooftop.. i think we really really enjoyed ourselves a lot that nite. saw binx, qihui and qiying.. didn't really wat tp talk about tho'.. :P tongue tied. I guess it's hard to catch up after 2 years of zero communication. But nice to see 'em again.
I enjoyed the performance so much I bought their cd.. and got it autographed.. and managed to remind teh star struck lz that her camera was present. :) catch a pic of uz with the fivesome on her site.. i'd betters stop refering ppl to lz's site least she charges me $$. lol.. glad cs enjoyed their performance too :P now budak has fans from msia too! and melb! i think half the mumsg is hooked to budak now.
I dunno wat makes them so endearing. I think it's their uniquely local twist to normal acapella songs, and their offbeat humour that makes them so loved.. It's hard not to be addicted to them after hearnig them for the 1st time. Tho' they repeated some ole' songs.. i heard some really cute new ones too..
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Got this from a website ....http://www.mindpub.com/art206.htm
sounds familiar???
1. Time-Impatience,. A type A person, is most often intolerant of how much time everything consumes. Impatience regarding inordinate or unnecessary delay is normal and justifiable, but what characterizes type A behavior is constant sense of time urgency and impatience regarding the time various tasks and chores ordinarily consume. In moderate cases, a patient has a constant sense of "time urgency," but in severe cases, the impatience regarding time becomes so intense that it creates a chronic sense of irritation or exasperation.
2. Ever-present and all pervasive hostility, or as labeled by Friedman, "free floating hostility." This is when the level of hostility one exhibits is often not justifiable or valid when compared with the cause or the event that provoked it. Type A behavior is often characterized by hostility that is provoked by trivial and insignificant events.
3. Constant apprehension of future disasters. People who suffer from TAB have a constant apprehension of future disasters they may encounter. For example, they may have just won a big victory, but even during the triumphant moment, apprehension may still persist of a disaster that may foul up the future for them. They live in dread of negative possibilities.
Tabbers are followers of the "cult of speed." They have an inordinate drive to participate in a myriad of projects and they busy themselves with acquiring more and more possessions and recognition's. At work, they find it difficult to delegate to their subordinates and impose needless deadlines upon themselves. At home, they have hard time in expressing affection or extending praise to their spouse and children.
They frequently lose their temper while driving because of other people's less-than-perfect driving. They rarely experience joy at the achievement of others. They are intolerant of even the trivial errors of omission and commission by others. They are suspicious of the motives of most people they encounter. Their view of others is cynical, that is, they believe that "everyone thinks only of himself and his goals."
Yup.. ppl.. that' moi! Argh.. i snd like an utter bitch.. i simply juz fit the type A bill from Beginning to end..wat they dont' tell you is how to undo a type A personailty.. i could use that.
sounds familiar???
1. Time-Impatience,. A type A person, is most often intolerant of how much time everything consumes. Impatience regarding inordinate or unnecessary delay is normal and justifiable, but what characterizes type A behavior is constant sense of time urgency and impatience regarding the time various tasks and chores ordinarily consume. In moderate cases, a patient has a constant sense of "time urgency," but in severe cases, the impatience regarding time becomes so intense that it creates a chronic sense of irritation or exasperation.
2. Ever-present and all pervasive hostility, or as labeled by Friedman, "free floating hostility." This is when the level of hostility one exhibits is often not justifiable or valid when compared with the cause or the event that provoked it. Type A behavior is often characterized by hostility that is provoked by trivial and insignificant events.
3. Constant apprehension of future disasters. People who suffer from TAB have a constant apprehension of future disasters they may encounter. For example, they may have just won a big victory, but even during the triumphant moment, apprehension may still persist of a disaster that may foul up the future for them. They live in dread of negative possibilities.
Tabbers are followers of the "cult of speed." They have an inordinate drive to participate in a myriad of projects and they busy themselves with acquiring more and more possessions and recognition's. At work, they find it difficult to delegate to their subordinates and impose needless deadlines upon themselves. At home, they have hard time in expressing affection or extending praise to their spouse and children.
They frequently lose their temper while driving because of other people's less-than-perfect driving. They rarely experience joy at the achievement of others. They are intolerant of even the trivial errors of omission and commission by others. They are suspicious of the motives of most people they encounter. Their view of others is cynical, that is, they believe that "everyone thinks only of himself and his goals."
Yup.. ppl.. that' moi! Argh.. i snd like an utter bitch.. i simply juz fit the type A bill from Beginning to end..wat they dont' tell you is how to undo a type A personailty.. i could use that.
Guys.. this is the first song i wrote.. Was called dao di ai wo bu ai wo.. my fren Miss Hu baoyue . kindly corrected my vocab, refined the song and added verse 2. So here's the final product! TADA!
想知道
每次收到你的信封
心会不停的跳
手指在发抖
但我眉开眼笑
你生活每个细节
我一定会知晓
但想知道的答案
我还找不到
你到底爱我不爱我
请让我知道
我一直在想你
但我听不到
你的声音你的鼓励你那温暖的笑
我一直想问你
但我看我永远不会知道
看着墙上那旧相片
心想你在何方
在胡思乱想
愿你跟我一样
你一定不知我想
一直在你身旁
若你不说我只好
把心事隐藏
Cool ah?
想知道
每次收到你的信封
心会不停的跳
手指在发抖
但我眉开眼笑
你生活每个细节
我一定会知晓
但想知道的答案
我还找不到
你到底爱我不爱我
请让我知道
我一直在想你
但我听不到
你的声音你的鼓励你那温暖的笑
我一直想问你
但我看我永远不会知道
看着墙上那旧相片
心想你在何方
在胡思乱想
愿你跟我一样
你一定不知我想
一直在你身旁
若你不说我只好
把心事隐藏
Cool ah?
Monday, December 13, 2004
My imaginary little buddy.
Was reading an article in the papers about kids and imaginary buddies. Was chuckling to myself when I recalled my own very little buddy...
She was about 10 cm tall, and had long hair and a cute white dress. She was called little Khoo Ding. Yup. she was with me all day long. She always stood next to me, and miraculously, she managed to avoid being crushed. I guess it made me feel better that for once someone was shorter than me.. haw haw haw.
I used to converse with her in public or at home. My parents would just give each other knowing glances, the ppl on the streets probalby thot i had juvenile dementia. I didn't care. I was happy making believe that i was a princess.. and she was my lady in waiting. Little Khoo Ding never laughed at me. She always agreed with me. We would converse in babble and no one else would have a clue what we were talking about. I would dance with her, twirl her around, and watch her skip aroudn my table. Somehow, she always started dacning when i had to do my homework.
But our friendship came to an end when my sister arrived. I didn't even notice she was gone until my mom asked me where she was. I didn't know how to reply. I would bring her back but it was only out of guilt. She knew that her time was up and she silently slipped back to Khoo Ding land without bidding me farewell. And one day, when i was reminded of her absence, I tried to pay her a visit, but she didn't want to come back. She didn't even wanna come and meet me.
I've lost contact with my dearest fren since that day. If you see a little gal, probably about 15cm tall, in a long floral print white dress with frills wandering around in this vast, frightening world of ours.. pls tell me. I really would like to meet her again.
Was reading an article in the papers about kids and imaginary buddies. Was chuckling to myself when I recalled my own very little buddy...
She was about 10 cm tall, and had long hair and a cute white dress. She was called little Khoo Ding. Yup. she was with me all day long. She always stood next to me, and miraculously, she managed to avoid being crushed. I guess it made me feel better that for once someone was shorter than me.. haw haw haw.
I used to converse with her in public or at home. My parents would just give each other knowing glances, the ppl on the streets probalby thot i had juvenile dementia. I didn't care. I was happy making believe that i was a princess.. and she was my lady in waiting. Little Khoo Ding never laughed at me. She always agreed with me. We would converse in babble and no one else would have a clue what we were talking about. I would dance with her, twirl her around, and watch her skip aroudn my table. Somehow, she always started dacning when i had to do my homework.
But our friendship came to an end when my sister arrived. I didn't even notice she was gone until my mom asked me where she was. I didn't know how to reply. I would bring her back but it was only out of guilt. She knew that her time was up and she silently slipped back to Khoo Ding land without bidding me farewell. And one day, when i was reminded of her absence, I tried to pay her a visit, but she didn't want to come back. She didn't even wanna come and meet me.
I've lost contact with my dearest fren since that day. If you see a little gal, probably about 15cm tall, in a long floral print white dress with frills wandering around in this vast, frightening world of ours.. pls tell me. I really would like to meet her again.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
oh those good ole school days.
met up with j9, cs and char char for wy's concert.. It was awesome.. See wy.. worry for nothing. you were brilliant gal!
I relaly liked the pieces. most were easy listening. My fav were the disney medleys and the "stomp" inspired piece. really funky.
Sitting there, listening to the school kids cheer on their seniors really reminded me of the days when i was in choir. Being in aperformance cca is really quite an experiece. I was in a sports CCA in sec school. I mean, sure you get the glamour, and the admiration for winning your school trophies, but smtimes I got quite xianz with the competition and the constant battle for supremacy. Sometimes I felt like I was battling with my teammembers, not workign with them. It's just this ingrained competitive streak in all of us that prevented us from actually bonding.. I encouraged my team members to give each other pointers.. but i knew that we all held back a little. Point giving was good for the team, but it spoilt your chances of getting that much coveted indv. medal. I myself was guitly of that. I knew that as captain, i was suppose to make sure that the team improved as one. But yet, I knew i had to stay one step ahead of everyone if i wanted to win that indv medal.
THe arts scene was a whole new experiecnce. . I loved choir. Ok.. i loved it b4 i landed up in the com and the politics and bitching got the better of everyone.. I wish i could just be that toot toot j1 and juz enjoy singing as it was..
I still love performing. YOu could say i'm attention seeking. LOl.. like my bro.. :P wish i could find the opportunity and chance to sing again. Whether it be with a group ro with my guitar.. hai.. but i doubt that'll be anytime soon.
met up with j9, cs and char char for wy's concert.. It was awesome.. See wy.. worry for nothing. you were brilliant gal!
I relaly liked the pieces. most were easy listening. My fav were the disney medleys and the "stomp" inspired piece. really funky.
Sitting there, listening to the school kids cheer on their seniors really reminded me of the days when i was in choir. Being in aperformance cca is really quite an experiece. I was in a sports CCA in sec school. I mean, sure you get the glamour, and the admiration for winning your school trophies, but smtimes I got quite xianz with the competition and the constant battle for supremacy. Sometimes I felt like I was battling with my teammembers, not workign with them. It's just this ingrained competitive streak in all of us that prevented us from actually bonding.. I encouraged my team members to give each other pointers.. but i knew that we all held back a little. Point giving was good for the team, but it spoilt your chances of getting that much coveted indv. medal. I myself was guitly of that. I knew that as captain, i was suppose to make sure that the team improved as one. But yet, I knew i had to stay one step ahead of everyone if i wanted to win that indv medal.
THe arts scene was a whole new experiecnce. . I loved choir. Ok.. i loved it b4 i landed up in the com and the politics and bitching got the better of everyone.. I wish i could just be that toot toot j1 and juz enjoy singing as it was..
I still love performing. YOu could say i'm attention seeking. LOl.. like my bro.. :P wish i could find the opportunity and chance to sing again. Whether it be with a group ro with my guitar.. hai.. but i doubt that'll be anytime soon.
ABstinence vs Condoms.
After speaking to a fren last tuesday, it got me thinking about pre-marital sex and it's implications to young people in today's society. It was a bit frightening to think about people my age getting married and having kids. I still feel like a child myself in so many ways, although I"ve hit 20. If i were living in the past, I would probably have been long married and had goodness knows how many kids of my own. Yet here I am, rotting at home in front of the internet, hanging with my buds, studying my ass off. I'm young, i'm fiery, i'm still that rotten spoilt bitch. I'm still so immature.
I can't imagine having a baby in my life. It just doesn't fit in anywhere.. not in my life at uni, not in my life with my frens. I wouldn't have the maturiy or the capability to bring it up or give it the life it deserved. I was lamenting to Mew, how in the world did these kids get themselves into this situation.
I advocate post-marital sex, but lz pointed out that this was no longer feasible in today's modern world. It's true that i can't generalise pre-marital sex as been immoral. Even Buddhism says that pre-marital sex is not a sin if it is done with 2 consenting , responsible adults. With co-habiting become more an more common and marraiges taking place when ppl are well into their 30s.. it has become impractical to condemn pre-marital sex.Quite a few pple I know co-habit, and have pre-marital sex. ANd they are all responsible, decent ppl who are clearheaded and have goals in life.
Lz pointed that maybe it was more useful to pass out condoms and educate the young about the consequences of pre-marital sex. I agree with you gal, but I still feel that we should discourage pre-marital sex with the young ppl. Coz if you just drop condoms on their lap w/o discouraging pre-marital sex, everone will have the conception that pre-marital sex is ok, even if you're not mature or ready to handle any of the consequences. Even at 20, it doens't mean that it's ok to have sex. THe act of copulation is a process primarily meant for pro creation. Sure it's enjoyable and yeah, it may be hard to stop when you're in teh heat of the mmt, coz that's wat our bodies are programmed for.. to reproduced. But man has complicated matters by carving out the many roles we need to play in society. And our responsiblites do not just include procreation per se. If you don't encourage abstinence among the teens and young adults, you lose the last strand of drive that is needed to keep these young lives from being irreveribly damaged by the arrival of an unwanted infant. True, it's useless to promote pre-marital sex coz you can't stop culture from changing. But it still stands as a bold reminder that pre-marital sex is no good for you if you can't take the consequences. It's not a clean black and white reasoning, but i don't see any other way you can keep ppl from fucking each other and then fucking up their lives.
so condoms or abstience.. i think they're both essential. It's really no fun changing diapers when your peers are still growing up themselves. True, the story doesn't have to be sad all the time. But i can't imainge losing out the "youthful" years of my life juz coz i couldn't control my desires. I still advocate abstinece :) regardless of wat society thinks. call me an old fogey, but i'm playing it safe.
After speaking to a fren last tuesday, it got me thinking about pre-marital sex and it's implications to young people in today's society. It was a bit frightening to think about people my age getting married and having kids. I still feel like a child myself in so many ways, although I"ve hit 20. If i were living in the past, I would probably have been long married and had goodness knows how many kids of my own. Yet here I am, rotting at home in front of the internet, hanging with my buds, studying my ass off. I'm young, i'm fiery, i'm still that rotten spoilt bitch. I'm still so immature.
I can't imagine having a baby in my life. It just doesn't fit in anywhere.. not in my life at uni, not in my life with my frens. I wouldn't have the maturiy or the capability to bring it up or give it the life it deserved. I was lamenting to Mew, how in the world did these kids get themselves into this situation.
I advocate post-marital sex, but lz pointed out that this was no longer feasible in today's modern world. It's true that i can't generalise pre-marital sex as been immoral. Even Buddhism says that pre-marital sex is not a sin if it is done with 2 consenting , responsible adults. With co-habiting become more an more common and marraiges taking place when ppl are well into their 30s.. it has become impractical to condemn pre-marital sex.Quite a few pple I know co-habit, and have pre-marital sex. ANd they are all responsible, decent ppl who are clearheaded and have goals in life.
Lz pointed that maybe it was more useful to pass out condoms and educate the young about the consequences of pre-marital sex. I agree with you gal, but I still feel that we should discourage pre-marital sex with the young ppl. Coz if you just drop condoms on their lap w/o discouraging pre-marital sex, everone will have the conception that pre-marital sex is ok, even if you're not mature or ready to handle any of the consequences. Even at 20, it doens't mean that it's ok to have sex. THe act of copulation is a process primarily meant for pro creation. Sure it's enjoyable and yeah, it may be hard to stop when you're in teh heat of the mmt, coz that's wat our bodies are programmed for.. to reproduced. But man has complicated matters by carving out the many roles we need to play in society. And our responsiblites do not just include procreation per se. If you don't encourage abstinence among the teens and young adults, you lose the last strand of drive that is needed to keep these young lives from being irreveribly damaged by the arrival of an unwanted infant. True, it's useless to promote pre-marital sex coz you can't stop culture from changing. But it still stands as a bold reminder that pre-marital sex is no good for you if you can't take the consequences. It's not a clean black and white reasoning, but i don't see any other way you can keep ppl from fucking each other and then fucking up their lives.
so condoms or abstience.. i think they're both essential. It's really no fun changing diapers when your peers are still growing up themselves. True, the story doesn't have to be sad all the time. But i can't imainge losing out the "youthful" years of my life juz coz i couldn't control my desires. I still advocate abstinece :) regardless of wat society thinks. call me an old fogey, but i'm playing it safe.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Here and there.
Funny how your heart adjusts to the place of your dwelling. WHen i first plopped back from Melbourne, I missed it so terribly. NOw i don't wanna move my ass from SIngapore. I'm dreading the day when my holidays come to an end. BUt doomsday draws nearer every second, hastened by the fast paced singapore lifestyle.
COoked lunch for family today. Ok.. accept i plopped too much salt into the omelette. At least mom doens't have to take on the whole load of cooking.. dunno why but she gets stressed up preparing meals for us.
hey lz.. if you're around the east on saturdays, you might as well pop into my place and rot with me. lOL.. if you've nothing better to do.
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Funny how your heart adjusts to the place of your dwelling. WHen i first plopped back from Melbourne, I missed it so terribly. NOw i don't wanna move my ass from SIngapore. I'm dreading the day when my holidays come to an end. BUt doomsday draws nearer every second, hastened by the fast paced singapore lifestyle.
COoked lunch for family today. Ok.. accept i plopped too much salt into the omelette. At least mom doens't have to take on the whole load of cooking.. dunno why but she gets stressed up preparing meals for us.
hey lz.. if you're around the east on saturdays, you might as well pop into my place and rot with me. lOL.. if you've nothing better to do.
Friday, December 10, 2004
TRIp to KL
Yo dude and dudettes, miss tan is in the house!
Yeah.. juz got back a couple of hours ago from KL. and i thinki 've learnt 6 impt things.
1) only the craziest drivers survive KL roads
2) don't leave your car at home
3) Taxis in KL are the worst
4) even when you'res stuck in the worst jam you've seen, there is always a way to move your car..
5) I really really still look like a kid.
6) there is always room for more food ( whether it be goreng pisang or not , *wink at char*)
Day 1
Tuesday morning:
We caught the bus at Coptourne hotel singapore...NICE bus. really not bad, except the aircon switches on and off. We arrived at the KTM ole station and booked our tix back. Then we started our love/hate affair with the KL taxi drivers.
For the uninitiated.. KL's public transport system is practically unreliable. If you wanna get your ass anywhere, you really need your own set of wheels. I had the impression that KL was juz made up of this great big city.. oh boy was I wrong. We caught this cab, which had a really nice taxi driver..and drove out to subang jaya to my Aunt's house.
Then we went to Taipan for lunch. I realised how handicapped we were w/o knowledge of Malay when we had difficulty ordering drinks. We still got the wrong drink anyway. sigh. Then we flagged a cab to Midvalley megamall.. SHOPPING. bought a swimsuit ( finally!) had teppanyaki for dinner and dragon beard ( yummos!) and mochi! Also bought some cute stuff at thiz pink shop.. haha.. ( char 's heaven). And hey lz, i actually found temp tattoos! hmm. where to put it? :P looking forward to swimming. have stayed off swimming coz i'd been too lazy to look for a swimsuit. Been wanting a bikini for ages, but decided i'll spare pple the eyesore. SO i got a tankini!!! haha.. ok. i suppose since i've the bottom too, i can get a proper one from melb.. quote from aiai" You live in melb, and you don't ahve one????" jo got a swim suit too.. LOL. thanks to aiai's and char's wunnerful taste we can now go swimming in style.. Oh yeah.
Here's the taxi prob again. No one wanted to go back to subang for less than 20 bux. ok.?? it was probably 9 bux by meter loh! we ended up being ripped off for 25 bux. Eek.
Wed. Day 2
I was initiated into the crazy world of taxis by my uncle and aunt. Uncle was kind enuff to call the taxi companies the night b4 but none of them wanted to send us to shah alam in the morning.. Think spore cabs are bad enuff disappearing around midnight??? try cabs that don't even wanna do business. They all just wanted to stay arnd their suburb or go to the international airport.. and whack you off 40 odd bux for it. Sigh. Uncle drove us to a shopping complex and managed to bargain with a driver for a ride to concorde hotel in shah alam.
We met sue and samy with the msian gang there. Poor jo feeling a little extra tho'. Nice to see everyone again.! THe bus ( not sekolah.. grinz.. poor char's dream was crushed) brought us to UiTM Shah alam. THe campus was huge!!!! on the hill ( can't imagine weijie climbing the hill every morning to get to uni tho'.. eek)
We broke into 2 classes and the msian teachers took turns tutoring our pbl session. Quite interesting. Some teachers spoke too much, others we barely noticed. Sue was an awesome orator or in the words of my sister " can crap alot" spoke to her a bit about austin hosp.. hmm. quite a lot of ppl going austin. :P ok, getting over my disappoitment slowly , i suppose i can make the most out of it.. :) aiai, nic and j9 will be there neway. THe gang got split into half.
Can't believe we had to od reading at night!!! SCREAM. " well.. the 80 aussie includes studying..." sue said wryly as she glanced at our crestfallen faces. THe msian gang took us to sunway pyramid for lunch and shopping. Chris give us a lift there. More shopping, then we parted company and went to taipan for a yongtau fu dinner. Yup.. but no goreng pisang.. haha.. sorry, can't get over that.. haha.
zi ee and zi diao dropped into to see jo and i later that night. couldn't really chat coz had to cover the reading for pbl.
Thurs
Early again... dua diao gave us a lift to subang lrt station. Coudln't get a cabbie this time.. groan.. had to pay 25 bux to concorde!!! GULP. omg.. HELLLO. i paid like 12 bux the day b4 lor.
the session was quite boring.. highligh was probalby losing samy from the hotel to the uni. surprisingly he recalls my name. haha.. can see nic rolling his eyes. yez.. dear ole samy.. itook some photo and i looked super weird coz i was looking at my sister strugglin with everyone's cameras and i called her name at the snap point. whoopz. super unglam
solved the case.. osteomyelitis.. nv did pbl in one night b4. LOL... there was this qna nd ans.. one of the tutors was very rude... he seemed very skeptical about the whole pbl thing and was extremely unattentive and rude to our students.
Vanessa brought us to KLCC and treated us to lunch. Didn't see much of KLCC.. juz recalled dashing in an out.. coz we finished at 3.30pm and aiai and char were to leave at 4pm for penang. We emerged form the carpark and came face to face with one of KL's infamous traffic crawls. Vanessa demonstrated incredible dextarity at the wheel.. OMG. incredible manz.. this gal should be on fast and furious. She could actually keep moving even in the most hope\less looking situation. Go vanessa!!! I need to bai \ta wei shi. but even then, we missed the bus by a split second. Thank goodness to calvin and vanessa's negotiating skills. aiai and char managed to get on the next bus.
FOllowed calv to Times square.. relatively new complex .. his dad was really nice to give jo and i a lift back to subang
Dua ee and dua diao took uz out for dinner in PJ... had quite a good time with 'em.
Friday:
Got a lift from Dua ee to the nice office in the city.. Chatted with this lady who was heading to singapore Fa hai temple.. I think someone attended that temple... can't recall who. She was going there to help out with charity work. Awesome lady.. probalby meeting her in spore for dinner or smth.. I'll probably drop by that temple to have a look. i't s supposed to be really nice.
it's good to be back.. yay! tho' jo indicates that my enthu levels could be higher. Dunno.. guess i'mn used to being away from home, so it juz feels like.. ok. juz another home coming. yeah. for everyone's info. i came back on my siste'rs passport. the immigration guy thought i was the younger sis.. Yeah. another of the passengers also thot my sister was older.. he balked when i told him i was 20.. grinz. i'm young looking. i'm young loooking.... LOL
ok. blog another time. can't wait till the whole gang reunites.. SOON ppl.. SOON.
Yo dude and dudettes, miss tan is in the house!
Yeah.. juz got back a couple of hours ago from KL. and i thinki 've learnt 6 impt things.
1) only the craziest drivers survive KL roads
2) don't leave your car at home
3) Taxis in KL are the worst
4) even when you'res stuck in the worst jam you've seen, there is always a way to move your car..
5) I really really still look like a kid.
6) there is always room for more food ( whether it be goreng pisang or not , *wink at char*)
Day 1
Tuesday morning:
We caught the bus at Coptourne hotel singapore...NICE bus. really not bad, except the aircon switches on and off. We arrived at the KTM ole station and booked our tix back. Then we started our love/hate affair with the KL taxi drivers.
For the uninitiated.. KL's public transport system is practically unreliable. If you wanna get your ass anywhere, you really need your own set of wheels. I had the impression that KL was juz made up of this great big city.. oh boy was I wrong. We caught this cab, which had a really nice taxi driver..and drove out to subang jaya to my Aunt's house.
Then we went to Taipan for lunch. I realised how handicapped we were w/o knowledge of Malay when we had difficulty ordering drinks. We still got the wrong drink anyway. sigh. Then we flagged a cab to Midvalley megamall.. SHOPPING. bought a swimsuit ( finally!) had teppanyaki for dinner and dragon beard ( yummos!) and mochi! Also bought some cute stuff at thiz pink shop.. haha.. ( char 's heaven). And hey lz, i actually found temp tattoos! hmm. where to put it? :P looking forward to swimming. have stayed off swimming coz i'd been too lazy to look for a swimsuit. Been wanting a bikini for ages, but decided i'll spare pple the eyesore. SO i got a tankini!!! haha.. ok. i suppose since i've the bottom too, i can get a proper one from melb.. quote from aiai" You live in melb, and you don't ahve one????" jo got a swim suit too.. LOL. thanks to aiai's and char's wunnerful taste we can now go swimming in style.. Oh yeah.
Here's the taxi prob again. No one wanted to go back to subang for less than 20 bux. ok.?? it was probably 9 bux by meter loh! we ended up being ripped off for 25 bux. Eek.
Wed. Day 2
I was initiated into the crazy world of taxis by my uncle and aunt. Uncle was kind enuff to call the taxi companies the night b4 but none of them wanted to send us to shah alam in the morning.. Think spore cabs are bad enuff disappearing around midnight??? try cabs that don't even wanna do business. They all just wanted to stay arnd their suburb or go to the international airport.. and whack you off 40 odd bux for it. Sigh. Uncle drove us to a shopping complex and managed to bargain with a driver for a ride to concorde hotel in shah alam.
We met sue and samy with the msian gang there. Poor jo feeling a little extra tho'. Nice to see everyone again.! THe bus ( not sekolah.. grinz.. poor char's dream was crushed) brought us to UiTM Shah alam. THe campus was huge!!!! on the hill ( can't imagine weijie climbing the hill every morning to get to uni tho'.. eek)
We broke into 2 classes and the msian teachers took turns tutoring our pbl session. Quite interesting. Some teachers spoke too much, others we barely noticed. Sue was an awesome orator or in the words of my sister " can crap alot" spoke to her a bit about austin hosp.. hmm. quite a lot of ppl going austin. :P ok, getting over my disappoitment slowly , i suppose i can make the most out of it.. :) aiai, nic and j9 will be there neway. THe gang got split into half.
Can't believe we had to od reading at night!!! SCREAM. " well.. the 80 aussie includes studying..." sue said wryly as she glanced at our crestfallen faces. THe msian gang took us to sunway pyramid for lunch and shopping. Chris give us a lift there. More shopping, then we parted company and went to taipan for a yongtau fu dinner. Yup.. but no goreng pisang.. haha.. sorry, can't get over that.. haha.
zi ee and zi diao dropped into to see jo and i later that night. couldn't really chat coz had to cover the reading for pbl.
Thurs
Early again... dua diao gave us a lift to subang lrt station. Coudln't get a cabbie this time.. groan.. had to pay 25 bux to concorde!!! GULP. omg.. HELLLO. i paid like 12 bux the day b4 lor.
the session was quite boring.. highligh was probalby losing samy from the hotel to the uni. surprisingly he recalls my name. haha.. can see nic rolling his eyes. yez.. dear ole samy.. itook some photo and i looked super weird coz i was looking at my sister strugglin with everyone's cameras and i called her name at the snap point. whoopz. super unglam
solved the case.. osteomyelitis.. nv did pbl in one night b4. LOL... there was this qna nd ans.. one of the tutors was very rude... he seemed very skeptical about the whole pbl thing and was extremely unattentive and rude to our students.
Vanessa brought us to KLCC and treated us to lunch. Didn't see much of KLCC.. juz recalled dashing in an out.. coz we finished at 3.30pm and aiai and char were to leave at 4pm for penang. We emerged form the carpark and came face to face with one of KL's infamous traffic crawls. Vanessa demonstrated incredible dextarity at the wheel.. OMG. incredible manz.. this gal should be on fast and furious. She could actually keep moving even in the most hope\less looking situation. Go vanessa!!! I need to bai \ta wei shi. but even then, we missed the bus by a split second. Thank goodness to calvin and vanessa's negotiating skills. aiai and char managed to get on the next bus.
FOllowed calv to Times square.. relatively new complex .. his dad was really nice to give jo and i a lift back to subang
Dua ee and dua diao took uz out for dinner in PJ... had quite a good time with 'em.
Friday:
Got a lift from Dua ee to the nice office in the city.. Chatted with this lady who was heading to singapore Fa hai temple.. I think someone attended that temple... can't recall who. She was going there to help out with charity work. Awesome lady.. probalby meeting her in spore for dinner or smth.. I'll probably drop by that temple to have a look. i't s supposed to be really nice.
it's good to be back.. yay! tho' jo indicates that my enthu levels could be higher. Dunno.. guess i'mn used to being away from home, so it juz feels like.. ok. juz another home coming. yeah. for everyone's info. i came back on my siste'rs passport. the immigration guy thought i was the younger sis.. Yeah. another of the passengers also thot my sister was older.. he balked when i told him i was 20.. grinz. i'm young looking. i'm young loooking.... LOL
ok. blog another time. can't wait till the whole gang reunites.. SOON ppl.. SOON.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
XIAN JI PUA!!!!!
ok.. taufik won. hip hip hurray. lizhen i'm so gonna kill you. where in the world did you get that awful , unflattering pic... AAAAAHhhHHHHHH
prepare a time slot to be murdered. :)
ok.. taufik won. hip hip hurray. lizhen i'm so gonna kill you. where in the world did you get that awful , unflattering pic... AAAAAHhhHHHHHH
prepare a time slot to be murdered. :)
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
The BIg TWo + OOoooos..
I was filling out the form for the employment agency when i suddenly froze. My pen was poised at the space that demanded my age, all ready to draw that familar downward stroke. But a smug voice told me that that downward stroke now had to be a little more shapey than usual.That's right, I now have to write the sexy, the gorgeous.
2
Have you seen a more hideous no.? The full insult of it didn't really hit home, until I glanced at the 2 very young looking gals sitted opposite me and aiai in the waiting room. Even as I walk down orchard road, I am constantly reminded of my newfound numerical identity. It seems like ages ago that I was clad in the dark blue RGS uniform and strolling down Orchard road, feeling smug and superior to the puny little primary school kids. Aaahhh.. Teenagehood was the age when you could feel old enough to be free and yet young enough to shirk responsibility... and you felt like it would last for a long long time.
now as I look at the faded photographs taken when i was a child, i feel a shiver run through my body. It's as though I 'm looking at pages of a history textbook, with me as the topic of discussion. It seems ... so old!
Well, the only thing i can draw consolation from is that I have a baby face. Yup.. i draw lotsa incredulous gawks from other drivers on the road when I take the car out. I must list down this incident that tickled me, aiai and lz... I was trying to filter into the lane on the left but the cars showed no sign of letting me try. Then this pickup pulled up beside my car, the ah pek driving looked like your typical kiasu, I=don't give a shit to other road users kinda guy. He stared at me and I adopted the puss-in-boots.. i'm lost... and sooo gonna die - kinda look. And he slowed down and let me go!!!! mwahahha.
nice dude.
ok. mebbe having a nemo-look alike face ain't that bad after all!!!
mebbe i'm juz senile
I was filling out the form for the employment agency when i suddenly froze. My pen was poised at the space that demanded my age, all ready to draw that familar downward stroke. But a smug voice told me that that downward stroke now had to be a little more shapey than usual.That's right, I now have to write the sexy, the gorgeous.
2
Have you seen a more hideous no.? The full insult of it didn't really hit home, until I glanced at the 2 very young looking gals sitted opposite me and aiai in the waiting room. Even as I walk down orchard road, I am constantly reminded of my newfound numerical identity. It seems like ages ago that I was clad in the dark blue RGS uniform and strolling down Orchard road, feeling smug and superior to the puny little primary school kids. Aaahhh.. Teenagehood was the age when you could feel old enough to be free and yet young enough to shirk responsibility... and you felt like it would last for a long long time.
now as I look at the faded photographs taken when i was a child, i feel a shiver run through my body. It's as though I 'm looking at pages of a history textbook, with me as the topic of discussion. It seems ... so old!
Well, the only thing i can draw consolation from is that I have a baby face. Yup.. i draw lotsa incredulous gawks from other drivers on the road when I take the car out. I must list down this incident that tickled me, aiai and lz... I was trying to filter into the lane on the left but the cars showed no sign of letting me try. Then this pickup pulled up beside my car, the ah pek driving looked like your typical kiasu, I=don't give a shit to other road users kinda guy. He stared at me and I adopted the puss-in-boots.. i'm lost... and sooo gonna die - kinda look. And he slowed down and let me go!!!! mwahahha.
nice dude.
ok. mebbe having a nemo-look alike face ain't that bad after all!!!
mebbe i'm juz senile
