Ah! The white cotton clouds sailed thru the big blue sky freely.
The seagulls soared in the sky high above, diving into the deep blue water.
The cold breeze touches my burning cheeks, blowing my hair from my left to the right.
I strain my eyes to look at the sun, which beam its ray oh so brightly.
What a bright and sunny day it is!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
My grandpa
I was bathing when I heard the phone rang. Somehow my heart felt uneasy. I was actually getting ready to head out for some appointment, only to be informed that my grandpa has been hospitalized and I have to pospone my appointment. But still, I brought along my documents and stuff just in case I can still make it if I leave the hospital early.
We were all so worried and upset when we heard it was a stroke he had this morning. When we arrived at the hospital, the docs and my uncle was already crowding around his bed. I took a glance at grandpa, and sighed in relieved when he was able to sit up on his bed and response to the doc. He had the oxygen tub fixed up his nostril, the needle plastered on his right arm. Some reflex test were practiced on him and grandpa was able to touch his nose with his finger and using the same finger to meet with the doc's finger after that. This test was repeated for both his hands. He looks like a little kid, following the instructions closely, staring straight into the doc's eyes for reassurance.
After some discussions, the nurse came over to inform us that his condition is more like a seizure and will have to stay for another wk, else he can be discharge within 2 or 3 days if no other complications are found.
I took a look around the ward and glanced at the other patients, who looks as old as my grandpa, except for one young malay teen who seems to be in his twenties, with thin limbs and slightly blind. His father came over to chat with us in malay (thank god dad was able to communicate with him) and told us that the old man sleeping next to my grandpa has no visitors becos all his loved ones and relatives were in KL.
Then the old man woke up, looked around a little, then struggled to press the red button for the nurse. The nurse came over and looked over him. He could not tell what he wanted but the nurse padded his diaper and asked if he wants to change it? He mumbled and it was understood by the nurse. The curtains were drawn and shortly, the smell of faeaces overwhelmed the room, chasing the other visitors out from it, leaving their bed ridden loved ones, bearing with it. The smell lingered for quite some time before everything was resume normal. By then my grandpa has already fallen asleep. So we went down for some coffee and chatted while grandpa took his nap, before we returned to his bed side with a box of boiled guo tie. Grandpa has woken up and managed to finished one and a half of the guo tie before his dinner arrived and he was able to finished half of his porridge, drank some soup and took some soft boiled veggy.
The old man next to my grandpa, was still lying motionlessly with his eyes open. The food were left on the tray for some time before the nurse came over to help him with his meal, which was all liquid food that he can take. He looks weak and could not sit up straight on his bed. Two nurses have to pull him up from his bed, wind him up a little, forcing some tissues on his shirt before feeding him a spoonful by spoonful. Then he showed the nurse a hand sign, he wriggled his index finger, indicating "death". The filippino nurse laughed and said "you dont think too much ah, mind your business huh..come eat your meal", then wiped off the leftover on the side of his lips.
Life is so vulnerable. The hospital, is where you will get to see all sorts of different life stories happening around you and me....
We were all so worried and upset when we heard it was a stroke he had this morning. When we arrived at the hospital, the docs and my uncle was already crowding around his bed. I took a glance at grandpa, and sighed in relieved when he was able to sit up on his bed and response to the doc. He had the oxygen tub fixed up his nostril, the needle plastered on his right arm. Some reflex test were practiced on him and grandpa was able to touch his nose with his finger and using the same finger to meet with the doc's finger after that. This test was repeated for both his hands. He looks like a little kid, following the instructions closely, staring straight into the doc's eyes for reassurance.
After some discussions, the nurse came over to inform us that his condition is more like a seizure and will have to stay for another wk, else he can be discharge within 2 or 3 days if no other complications are found.
I took a look around the ward and glanced at the other patients, who looks as old as my grandpa, except for one young malay teen who seems to be in his twenties, with thin limbs and slightly blind. His father came over to chat with us in malay (thank god dad was able to communicate with him) and told us that the old man sleeping next to my grandpa has no visitors becos all his loved ones and relatives were in KL.
Then the old man woke up, looked around a little, then struggled to press the red button for the nurse. The nurse came over and looked over him. He could not tell what he wanted but the nurse padded his diaper and asked if he wants to change it? He mumbled and it was understood by the nurse. The curtains were drawn and shortly, the smell of faeaces overwhelmed the room, chasing the other visitors out from it, leaving their bed ridden loved ones, bearing with it. The smell lingered for quite some time before everything was resume normal. By then my grandpa has already fallen asleep. So we went down for some coffee and chatted while grandpa took his nap, before we returned to his bed side with a box of boiled guo tie. Grandpa has woken up and managed to finished one and a half of the guo tie before his dinner arrived and he was able to finished half of his porridge, drank some soup and took some soft boiled veggy.
The old man next to my grandpa, was still lying motionlessly with his eyes open. The food were left on the tray for some time before the nurse came over to help him with his meal, which was all liquid food that he can take. He looks weak and could not sit up straight on his bed. Two nurses have to pull him up from his bed, wind him up a little, forcing some tissues on his shirt before feeding him a spoonful by spoonful. Then he showed the nurse a hand sign, he wriggled his index finger, indicating "death". The filippino nurse laughed and said "you dont think too much ah, mind your business huh..come eat your meal", then wiped off the leftover on the side of his lips.
Life is so vulnerable. The hospital, is where you will get to see all sorts of different life stories happening around you and me....
Friday, April 25, 2008
Guillermo Vargas Habacuc
This is farking cruel and not a piece of art at all! Finding a stray else where and trap it at a corner against its will and starve it to its death?! This is farking inhumane and no respect to another life!!!
This is his explanation: "The purpose of the work was not to cause any type of infliction on the poor, innocent creature, but rather to illustrate a point. In my home city of San Jose, Costa Rica, tens of thousands of stray dogs starve and die of illness each year in the streets and no one pays them a second thought.
Yes! A thousand of dogs, cats, ants, fleas maybe die everyday even human! But does that give him the rights to pick a sick dog (knowing that the dog was very sick and no intention to heal it nor put it to sleep if it's beyond any cure?!) off the street and starve it to death and torturing it further?!?!
And will he ever consider starving an african to death as well since many die off the streets as well?
Probably the artist should starve himself in the art gallery to death too! I think the whole world and media all over the world will be more interested to watch him die softly, probably filming the whole process and loading in youtube, how he has sacrifice his life for Arts! What a shame!!!!!
Anyway, he has earn himself fame, well in the wrong manner. Read the email below and click the link to sign the petition!!
Please SIGN this petition and HELP stop this evil shameless act!
In the 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, he tied him to a rope in an art gallery, starving him to death. For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died.
Does it look like art to you?
But this is not all ... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008.
Let's STOP HIM!!!!!
Click on the following link :
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition-sign.html
or
http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html or just copy it in your browser to sign a petion to stop him to do it again, then digit the name Guillermo Vargas Habacuc to find the petition to sign.
Please do it.
It's free of charge and it will only take 1 minute to save the life of an innocent creature.
Please also send this e-mail to as many contact as you can... Let's stop him!!!
If you want to double check all the above information you can google the name of the 'artist' to see all I have just said corresponds to truth.
Thank you
This is his explanation: "The purpose of the work was not to cause any type of infliction on the poor, innocent creature, but rather to illustrate a point. In my home city of San Jose, Costa Rica, tens of thousands of stray dogs starve and die of illness each year in the streets and no one pays them a second thought.
Now, if you publicly display one of these starving creatures, such as the case with Nativity, it creates a backlash that brings out a big of hypocrisy in all of us. Nativity was a very sick creature and would have died in the streets anyway."
Yes! A thousand of dogs, cats, ants, fleas maybe die everyday even human! But does that give him the rights to pick a sick dog (knowing that the dog was very sick and no intention to heal it nor put it to sleep if it's beyond any cure?!) off the street and starve it to death and torturing it further?!?!
And will he ever consider starving an african to death as well since many die off the streets as well?
Probably the artist should starve himself in the art gallery to death too! I think the whole world and media all over the world will be more interested to watch him die softly, probably filming the whole process and loading in youtube, how he has sacrifice his life for Arts! What a shame!!!!!
Anyway, he has earn himself fame, well in the wrong manner. Read the email below and click the link to sign the petition!!
Please SIGN this petition and HELP stop this evil shameless act!
In the 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, he tied him to a rope in an art gallery, starving him to death. For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died.
Does it look like art to you?
But this is not all ... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008.
Let's STOP HIM!!!!!
Click on the following link :
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition-sign.html
or
http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html or just copy it in your browser to sign a petion to stop him to do it again, then digit the name Guillermo Vargas Habacuc to find the petition to sign.
Please do it.
It's free of charge and it will only take 1 minute to save the life of an innocent creature.
Please also send this e-mail to as many contact as you can... Let's stop him!!!
If you want to double check all the above information you can google the name of the 'artist' to see all I have just said corresponds to truth.
Thank you
Random
Just wanna be a little random today at work. Everyone has left and I have almost decided to flag a white flag. Bear with me if whatever you read makes no sense. :)
I hate wearing shoe to work. I hate the feeling of suffocation. So I always ensure I have a pair of slip ons under my working desk. After the comment from Dad that day, oke, its a change for good.
The view from the window pane is always that wide and calm whenever we need to release some tension we feel at work. I have a colleague, who always walk to this window pane, just standing there and watch, while his mind is drifting to dun know where, then he will walk back to his desk and work.
This is the left side of my messy table. I have no where else to find a good place to put my issue box either.
This is the right side of my desk. With more work. Forget it. Not worth mentioning.
This is the right side of my desk. With more work. Forget it. Not worth mentioning.
And why do I always need to bring a big tote bag to work? Becos I am diff. I am not like those typical office girl who likes to carry as small bag as possible, big enough to put their lip sticks and handphones. I am a freak. I must have clear folders to keep some documents (just in case i need to read or flip thru them at home), I must have a pouch for my toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth rinse, contact lenses casing so that I can freshen up, I must have another pouch to keep my perfume so that I can spray it on me if I ever gets the greasy canteen smell on my clothing. I must have a coin pouch so that I can separate coins from the notes. I must have a card holder to put all nonsense cards. I must have a small sling to throw in my dollar notes, very impt card which I frequently need to use, lip balm, receipts, movie tixs, coins...er...I use it more like a pouch to stuff all my junks. Then I must have a seperate pouch to keep my keys.
I MUST catergorise my stuff in pouches. But when all the pouches are thrown in the tote bag, I have difficulty searching for the right pouch in the nick of time, esp when I need to catch the approaching bus, I dig and searcch and just cannot see the coin pouch. When I need to show my friend a namecard, I cannot find the card holder. When I need to open the letter box, I just cant find my key pouch. So strange....
Enough about my work, and what keeps me going every morning? Its breakfast!! I CANT LEAVE HOME WITHOUT BREAKFAST! My mum cooks breakfast almost every weekdays for us. My breakfast will include: Hor Fun, Bee Hoon, Ee Mee, Mee Goreng, Prawn noodles, Dumpling noodles, and not forgetting western food. A heavy breakfast you may think it is. But everyday around 10am, I gets hungry again. What is shown in the pic above may fill my stomach for 2 hrs, but then again, hungry. Sometimes the hunger goes off eventually when its time for lunch, either cos I gets hungry too early and waited for lunch time for too long, else my biscuits would have fill up my stomach, or there are too many things to settle till I have forgotten that the lunch hr is over.
Sometimes, thinking about the food taste from the selling vendors, I have no appetite. They all seems to taste the same. And what keeps me happy about heading home after long day at work, is my dinner!
I hate fish so count the fish out from the pic. The fu yong dan and claypot bean curb will be enough for my meal. And as usual, I will pick the mushrooms, and bean curbs, skipping the green veggy and corns.
Sometimes, I feel that I am eating at a Tze Cha stall or a mini restaurant. There is always a good chef who cooks nice food and knows what we love to eat. The chef, is non other than my mum.
I guess my appetite has been strongly affected by the good food from home that outside food are just what need to fill my empty stomach. Lunch time its always chicken rice, chicken porridge, lemon chicken rice, black pepper chicken rice, mix rice. And I can never finish the rice, probably just half a packet.
As the price of rice has increase, I guess next time, I will tell the auntie half a pack of rice will do. Probably she will give me half price too.
Our collection of books, excluding the mags in the rooms, stretching out to the living rooms, excluding some I kept in my office. The mini library which I can randomly pick one and flip thru and re-read them again as and when.
Our collection of books, excluding the mags in the rooms, stretching out to the living rooms, excluding some I kept in my office. The mini library which I can randomly pick one and flip thru and re-read them again as and when.
So what has been keeping me busy? Work, tv, friends, freelance, painting, reading, and nuahing at home whenever I can.
Hope the office is open on sunday and I can come back to work. Adious Migoes! Thats all for my random thoughts.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
My crash course
Muahahahah! This is the funniest thing that I ever experienced, for this mth so far. I met up my friend for some catching up yesterday and while we were about to leave the place, he made a reverse slowly, slowly..then I realize it was not right, he was driving way too near the drain. So I tried to warn him but it was way too late. We heard a loud sound, and then a slight slant was felt at the left bottom of the car. He wound down the window and tried to accelerate, thinking he will be able to get the left wheel out from whatever was sinking it…but no valid. “Siao liow! Siao liow!” he grumbled and panicked, and alighted to have a look at what was wrong. Apparently the rear left wheel has sunk into some mud and very close to the drain or probably was in the drain already.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or worry. No emotion. Cos I knew the next thing I have to do is to take over the driver’s seat, for sure.
He instructed me to move over to the driver’s seat (as I have predicted), taught me to step on the accelerator hard and hold on to the steering wheel, while he LIFT the back of the car (yah, he lifted it, like Hercules I think?) to get the wheel out from the side of the drain. Strange, I dun feel scare after all. I held the steering wheel in my hands, stepped on the accelerator hard as I was told, then I felt the wheel spinning but not moving forward only after a split seconds later, we succeed. Thank god I know how to stop the car too else I will stepping on the accelerator and probably be driving home, leaving him behind, running after me.
He sighed with a relief and hopped back into his seat, taking over the car and we laughed. Probably I could have been the one lifting up the car and he should be driving, but in this way, don’t know when we will ever get the wheel out from the drain. I should eat more spinach the next time. LOL!
This is the 1st time I ever drove without license to save someone, including myself. And that is a crash driving lesson for me..what a way to learn man. Sigh..
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or worry. No emotion. Cos I knew the next thing I have to do is to take over the driver’s seat, for sure.
He instructed me to move over to the driver’s seat (as I have predicted), taught me to step on the accelerator hard and hold on to the steering wheel, while he LIFT the back of the car (yah, he lifted it, like Hercules I think?) to get the wheel out from the side of the drain. Strange, I dun feel scare after all. I held the steering wheel in my hands, stepped on the accelerator hard as I was told, then I felt the wheel spinning but not moving forward only after a split seconds later, we succeed. Thank god I know how to stop the car too else I will stepping on the accelerator and probably be driving home, leaving him behind, running after me.
He sighed with a relief and hopped back into his seat, taking over the car and we laughed. Probably I could have been the one lifting up the car and he should be driving, but in this way, don’t know when we will ever get the wheel out from the drain. I should eat more spinach the next time. LOL!
This is the 1st time I ever drove without license to save someone, including myself. And that is a crash driving lesson for me..what a way to learn man. Sigh..
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Want to keep your man happy? Treat him like a dog
My friend was showing me this link and it irkes me a little so to speak, to compare men to dogs? No wonder women were referred as bitches!
Anyway, here's what the post about:
Want to keep your man happy? Treat him like a dog.
Can animals teach us how to keep our relationships happy?
In the May issue of Her World, psychologist Dr Judith Meyerowitz believes that women should start treating their husbands like their pet dogs if it's a happier marriage they are after.
The clinical supervisor of America's National Institute of Psychotherapists believe that pet owners can learn a trick or two from their dog's obedience training classes.
Keep a loose leash
Don't keep your partner caged up, just like you would not keep your dog confined in a cage all day. Spouses also need their own friends, hobbies and time away from their partners. (miu says: This applies to both sexes. Anyway, some dogs are wild. If you dont keep them in cages, they will go around biting ppl!)
Give lots of praise
If your pet dog does something you want, you would reward it immediately. Same logic applies for the husband - say "I appreciate that" the moment he does something considerate for you. (miu says: ya ya ya, always singing praises until they hold like head up high like poodles, that they forgot that women need to feel appreciated too! So that applies to both sexes, again)
Let him make a mess
Dogs like to have their own space to scatter their toys around or mess their blankets just so. Likewise, husbands should be given leeway to mess the place up a little without having their wives jump down their throats. It's better to have a messy house but a comfortable and happy husband. (miu says: let him make a mess? And who is to clean up after that? Some dogs need to be TRAINED, ESP TOILET TRAINED. He can mess whatever he wants just not my stuff and provided that he knows how to clean up his own shit after that.)
Show me the love
Most pet dogs have a favourite place to be scratched or touched. Dr Meyerowitz said: "If you haven't already done so, then you should learn where and how your mate likes to be touched." (miu says: i agree, esp when they need you to scratch their backs, places where they can't reach. and yes they like to be touched, whoever is female can touch them)
Keep him well fed
Many women have dinner cooking when their husbands come home, but delay serving the meal. Feed your husband at the same time each day. But if you can't do that, at least don't keep him waiting. After all, you would not keep withhold a treat from your dog after holding it out to him. In the same way, have dinner at the same time each night, so he knows when to expect dinner. (Miu says: with Pedigree?? OKI!)
So after speed reading thru the above article, I replied in my msn to my friend:
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i can allow him to pee and poo in the void deck and scoop up his shit for him?
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Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i have to lash him whenever we go out?
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Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i can allow him to F any bitches outside???
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Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
hmmm
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Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
i hate dogs then
If men expect treatments like that, women has expectations too. Treat us like a Jaguar or Lamborgini. WE ARE OF HIGH MAINTENANCE and needs to be treated with care.
Miu's version:
Want to keep your woman happy? Treat her like a car!
Maintenance, maintenance and maintenance and we need to look GOOD
Women need "servicing", just like a CAR. We need to do facial, MANICURE, PEDICURE, new clothings, buy blink blinks, bird nest, just like how your car needs washing, polishing, new paint, new sports rim, wider tyres, add that bumper, wings, sport seats, new gear, steering wheel and consume good fuel. We need to look good, so that when other riders on the road see your blink blink car, you feel good and proud. Then you will be very happy. So this is to satisfy YOUR EGO! So we are actually doing all these for YOUR SAKE!
Be a good listening EAR
Just like when your car gives out some foreign noise or sound, you will park your car at the side of the lane and have it checked out seriously and carefully before you continue the journey. WOMEN need the same treatment, stop and listen when we need to grumble. Listen to our "sigh, tone, pitch". LISTEN AND DONT ARGUE or IGNORE!
Treated with care and attentiveness
We need to be treated with CARE, just like how you hate scratches, you hate bird shits, you hate dents to be all over your CAR, you will tend to find a good and spacious parking lot, or lots which are not under a tree full of pigeons. Woman needs your attentiveness as much as you have showered to YOUR CAR!
I think I can be a psychologist also. *MIUMIU ROLLING HER EYES*
Anyway, here's what the post about:
Want to keep your man happy? Treat him like a dog.
Can animals teach us how to keep our relationships happy?
In the May issue of Her World, psychologist Dr Judith Meyerowitz believes that women should start treating their husbands like their pet dogs if it's a happier marriage they are after.
The clinical supervisor of America's National Institute of Psychotherapists believe that pet owners can learn a trick or two from their dog's obedience training classes.
Keep a loose leash
Don't keep your partner caged up, just like you would not keep your dog confined in a cage all day. Spouses also need their own friends, hobbies and time away from their partners. (miu says: This applies to both sexes. Anyway, some dogs are wild. If you dont keep them in cages, they will go around biting ppl!)
Give lots of praise
If your pet dog does something you want, you would reward it immediately. Same logic applies for the husband - say "I appreciate that" the moment he does something considerate for you. (miu says: ya ya ya, always singing praises until they hold like head up high like poodles, that they forgot that women need to feel appreciated too! So that applies to both sexes, again)
Let him make a mess
Dogs like to have their own space to scatter their toys around or mess their blankets just so. Likewise, husbands should be given leeway to mess the place up a little without having their wives jump down their throats. It's better to have a messy house but a comfortable and happy husband. (miu says: let him make a mess? And who is to clean up after that? Some dogs need to be TRAINED, ESP TOILET TRAINED. He can mess whatever he wants just not my stuff and provided that he knows how to clean up his own shit after that.)
Show me the love
Most pet dogs have a favourite place to be scratched or touched. Dr Meyerowitz said: "If you haven't already done so, then you should learn where and how your mate likes to be touched." (miu says: i agree, esp when they need you to scratch their backs, places where they can't reach. and yes they like to be touched, whoever is female can touch them)
Keep him well fed
Many women have dinner cooking when their husbands come home, but delay serving the meal. Feed your husband at the same time each day. But if you can't do that, at least don't keep him waiting. After all, you would not keep withhold a treat from your dog after holding it out to him. In the same way, have dinner at the same time each night, so he knows when to expect dinner. (Miu says: with Pedigree?? OKI!)
So after speed reading thru the above article, I replied in my msn to my friend:
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i can allow him to pee and poo in the void deck and scoop up his shit for him?
.
.
.
.
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i have to lash him whenever we go out?
.
.
.
.
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
like that means i can allow him to F any bitches outside???
.
.
.
.
.
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
hmmm
.
.
.
.
.
.
Miumiu - wish to migrate.... says:
i hate dogs then
If men expect treatments like that, women has expectations too. Treat us like a Jaguar or Lamborgini. WE ARE OF HIGH MAINTENANCE and needs to be treated with care.
Miu's version:
Want to keep your woman happy? Treat her like a car!
Maintenance, maintenance and maintenance and we need to look GOOD
Women need "servicing", just like a CAR. We need to do facial, MANICURE, PEDICURE, new clothings, buy blink blinks, bird nest, just like how your car needs washing, polishing, new paint, new sports rim, wider tyres, add that bumper, wings, sport seats, new gear, steering wheel and consume good fuel. We need to look good, so that when other riders on the road see your blink blink car, you feel good and proud. Then you will be very happy. So this is to satisfy YOUR EGO! So we are actually doing all these for YOUR SAKE!
Be a good listening EAR
Just like when your car gives out some foreign noise or sound, you will park your car at the side of the lane and have it checked out seriously and carefully before you continue the journey. WOMEN need the same treatment, stop and listen when we need to grumble. Listen to our "sigh, tone, pitch". LISTEN AND DONT ARGUE or IGNORE!
Treated with care and attentiveness
We need to be treated with CARE, just like how you hate scratches, you hate bird shits, you hate dents to be all over your CAR, you will tend to find a good and spacious parking lot, or lots which are not under a tree full of pigeons. Woman needs your attentiveness as much as you have showered to YOUR CAR!
I think I can be a psychologist also. *MIUMIU ROLLING HER EYES*
Enough from work!
There are so many things to do at work that it started to fill up the every corner of the desk and probably will be burying me from the views of my colleagues very soon. “STOP!!” I told myself. That is all I can take in for today. I left when the clock struck 12:30 and headed home.
Lying on the sofa, it’s logging on to msn to continue my chat with cheongster before having a quick shower and prepare to bring mum out for some leisure window shopping. She has not been feeling too good mood lately so guess a little walk in the mall may cheer her up abit.
I know she dislikes me taking cab and all the more so when we always suggest hailing a cab from home place to jurong point which is consider quite a short distance. So! We took the bus instead, using the time during the slow traveling ride for some chats and gossips.
The interchange has changed quite a lot. Many set up stores selling mainly food and fruits, sprouted in a neat straight line along the interchange. The MRT station has also gotten a new face lift, with quite a few eateries, apparels stores, etc. We went to Ya Kun for some hot drinks and toasted kaya bread. I gulped the two big soft boiled eggs. The soft boiled eggs were very well done, just the right boil. I don’t understand why some ppl has to use the spoon to scoop the eggs a spoonful by a spoonful from the plate and consume it like eating dessert like that. By then the eggs would have turn so cold! How to taste the shiok-ness like that?!
For me, like how I use to do back home, I break the egg slightly using the spoon, letting the yolk to ooze out, add some light soya sauce (but they always serve with dark soya sauce outside) and pepper, mix a little, hold the plate and gulp it down in a second or two. A couple was staring at me when I did that in Ya Kun, but who cares? Ignorant ppl just dun know the right way to enjoy the soft boiled eggs.
Then we shopped around in Jurong Point, bringing her to walk round and round, making her laugh with some silly jokes, even when she buy nothing, she is contented. Sometimes it’s not about how much I can buy for her, I am not earning millions, I cannot afford luxury stuff for her even though I hope I can, but anyway, guess I can make it up with some occasional meals together or bringing her out for shopping, just being by her side and enjoy her outing. While sis can make up the materials aspect, I will make up for the emotional aspect. SO! We strike a balance here! Hehehehehe!
She may not be the best mother in town, but definitely there is only one and only such mother in this world. She is the type who needs more attention than my dad, anyway men hates shopping, so dad should be very glad we dun bring him out shopping although he is always the one waiting for us without complain while we shop and shop and walk and shop.
A great day for her since she don’t have to cook us dinner, we bought back quite a lot of food home. Roasted duck rice from Lai Lai Kitchen, Curry chicken mee, laska, Tou Fu goreng la, breads from Crystal Jade, some tapioca cube-like-looking desserts (coated with coconut flakes) which are one of her fav and etc. Then again, instead of beautiful shopping paper bags, my hands are full of plastic ones. Walking behind her, I felt like a domestic helper, accompanying my “Mum” (indeed is my biological MUM) to the interchange……..sigh…by the time the whole “event” ended, it was also the time when everyone was knocking off from work, clogging the walking pavement everywhere. Thanks to my quick witted-ness, dad was on his way home and I managed to intercept him for a lift home.
It’s home sweet home again, another day ended. : )
Lying on the sofa, it’s logging on to msn to continue my chat with cheongster before having a quick shower and prepare to bring mum out for some leisure window shopping. She has not been feeling too good mood lately so guess a little walk in the mall may cheer her up abit.
I know she dislikes me taking cab and all the more so when we always suggest hailing a cab from home place to jurong point which is consider quite a short distance. So! We took the bus instead, using the time during the slow traveling ride for some chats and gossips.
The interchange has changed quite a lot. Many set up stores selling mainly food and fruits, sprouted in a neat straight line along the interchange. The MRT station has also gotten a new face lift, with quite a few eateries, apparels stores, etc. We went to Ya Kun for some hot drinks and toasted kaya bread. I gulped the two big soft boiled eggs. The soft boiled eggs were very well done, just the right boil. I don’t understand why some ppl has to use the spoon to scoop the eggs a spoonful by a spoonful from the plate and consume it like eating dessert like that. By then the eggs would have turn so cold! How to taste the shiok-ness like that?!
For me, like how I use to do back home, I break the egg slightly using the spoon, letting the yolk to ooze out, add some light soya sauce (but they always serve with dark soya sauce outside) and pepper, mix a little, hold the plate and gulp it down in a second or two. A couple was staring at me when I did that in Ya Kun, but who cares? Ignorant ppl just dun know the right way to enjoy the soft boiled eggs.
Then we shopped around in Jurong Point, bringing her to walk round and round, making her laugh with some silly jokes, even when she buy nothing, she is contented. Sometimes it’s not about how much I can buy for her, I am not earning millions, I cannot afford luxury stuff for her even though I hope I can, but anyway, guess I can make it up with some occasional meals together or bringing her out for shopping, just being by her side and enjoy her outing. While sis can make up the materials aspect, I will make up for the emotional aspect. SO! We strike a balance here! Hehehehehe!
She may not be the best mother in town, but definitely there is only one and only such mother in this world. She is the type who needs more attention than my dad, anyway men hates shopping, so dad should be very glad we dun bring him out shopping although he is always the one waiting for us without complain while we shop and shop and walk and shop.
A great day for her since she don’t have to cook us dinner, we bought back quite a lot of food home. Roasted duck rice from Lai Lai Kitchen, Curry chicken mee, laska, Tou Fu goreng la, breads from Crystal Jade, some tapioca cube-like-looking desserts (coated with coconut flakes) which are one of her fav and etc. Then again, instead of beautiful shopping paper bags, my hands are full of plastic ones. Walking behind her, I felt like a domestic helper, accompanying my “Mum” (indeed is my biological MUM) to the interchange……..sigh…by the time the whole “event” ended, it was also the time when everyone was knocking off from work, clogging the walking pavement everywhere. Thanks to my quick witted-ness, dad was on his way home and I managed to intercept him for a lift home.
It’s home sweet home again, another day ended. : )
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
My date with Cheongster
It had been quite a while since we last meet up. I remembered your worries when your dad was hospitalized. I remembered you said you wanna meet me as soon as your dad is well. But I know I have been hiding at home and busy with work that I really been losing touch with many of yous.
Seriously I can occasionally meet up those nearby for a short while after work, provided that I finished work by 7 and travel home for dinner and bath then out again. Thus was not able to catch up with you. (Plus YOU are only available on mon to wed)
Sat/Sun are precious days either for me to do something by doing nothing at home, else is to watch as much tv as possible or tidying up some stuff and of cos, msning.
Anyway! I enjoyed your accompany last night. Tho a little dirty with all the fruity talk, but overall, you are still a nice girl la. PUKE! Plus I worshipped you for wearing spaghetti in Vivo. It was damn freezing cold even with my jacket, I felt naked in the mall. Damn cold! And please, wear MORE next time you come out with me else the young gentleman is going to peep again and again, not concentrating on his meal. It’s bad for his digestion system you know (tho I guess he must be wondering why a sweet looking girl like me would be willing to have dinner with a slutty woman like you. I know you gonna comment on this entry!).
And I have not proved myself to you that I have no HK feet. When you wanna smell them again? I aint goin to suck your toes if you going to ask me do that again cos your toes/foot/feet...confirm………erm……..hmm……haiz….dun want to say la. Thank god I always carry my parfume ard to save me.
Anyway....seriously, I miss you! Hehehehehehe!
Seriously I can occasionally meet up those nearby for a short while after work, provided that I finished work by 7 and travel home for dinner and bath then out again. Thus was not able to catch up with you. (Plus YOU are only available on mon to wed)
Sat/Sun are precious days either for me to do something by doing nothing at home, else is to watch as much tv as possible or tidying up some stuff and of cos, msning.
Anyway! I enjoyed your accompany last night. Tho a little dirty with all the fruity talk, but overall, you are still a nice girl la. PUKE! Plus I worshipped you for wearing spaghetti in Vivo. It was damn freezing cold even with my jacket, I felt naked in the mall. Damn cold! And please, wear MORE next time you come out with me else the young gentleman is going to peep again and again, not concentrating on his meal. It’s bad for his digestion system you know (tho I guess he must be wondering why a sweet looking girl like me would be willing to have dinner with a slutty woman like you. I know you gonna comment on this entry!).
And I have not proved myself to you that I have no HK feet. When you wanna smell them again? I aint goin to suck your toes if you going to ask me do that again cos your toes/foot/feet...confirm………erm……..hmm……haiz….dun want to say la. Thank god I always carry my parfume ard to save me.
Anyway....seriously, I miss you! Hehehehehehe!
Monday, April 21, 2008
You must be wondering what I have been doing again over this weekend. Well! I have been good! Manage to settle most of my stuff on Friday and decided not to come back office over the weekend.
Met Alston baby and his mummy over for lunch at Hong Kong Café on saturday. As usual! His chirpy call out “Auntie Ling” brightens up my day. And he gave me a nice chocolate from his “treasure box”. :)
(my Hello Kitty chocolate treat from Alston)
It’s been quite some time since my last visit to Marina Square that I can’t even remember where the café is and got to be directed by Alston baby! Shame on me. L We had a nice lunch and chatted in the café before they brought me to their usual hide out, KIDDY PLACE (or Palace??)….! It’s definitely like a palace to the kids, who play and run around the walk ways, round and round and round. They never seem tired of the slides, climbing up and sliding down all over again and again and again, and picking up the speed of doing so when they see their fellow playmates doing the same action. We accompanied him to the musical rides, then the mobile musical rides while his mummy and I were busy chatting and laughing away. The only time we get to shop is when…..Alston baby was sleeping. So we wasted no time, popping into the stores whichever caught our attention. It was a nice 1pm to 10pm, a solid 9 hrs together, before I waved good bye to them.
(the NOT MOBILE musical rides)
(the MOBILE musical rides)
Then came Sunday when we had our yum char session at East Ocean (Shaw House) and I definitely have to intro those who likes to yum char/eat dim sum to try out this place, which serves nice fresh dim sum. If you do not like fried yams like me, fret not, cos their fried yam is not solely yam fillings, but with a mixture of some other diced mushrooms and meat (I think) with other stuff which makes the whole fried yam less greasy. But the waiting time was abit too long..but overall, it’s worth the wait.
(Dim Sum at East Ocean)
After that, I brought my parents to Wisma while sis drove off for her colleague’s baby shower. Finally managed to return BLINK to Jeff. My parents and I went to shop around for a while in Wisma and I got a pair of new shoes after that comment from my dad last night about my habit of wearing slip on to work. I just dun like to wear cover ups which makes it feel so suffocating for my foot! Well, that is psychological I know. So I tried one pair, it fitted, and I bought. Fast Fast Chop Chop.
Then they dropped me off at Jurong Point while I get a cut at Storm. One of those salons I trusted. One of the stylist could even remember I did my digital curls some years back which was very nicely done by his colleague. I was very surprise he can still remember me even after say 3 or 4 years not returning Storm to get a haircut.
Anyway, though Storm maybe quite costly, but the stylists know my habits so it’s going back there again and again as I know they can always deliver what I want every time.
I nearly doze off in the seat while waiting for the color to set in. My head was heavy and hurting. And as soon as I get my hair done, I took a bus back home since it’s been quite some time I ride in it. Standing throughout the short journey, it was a luxury to be in the bus doing ppl watching, watching the traffic, seeing the ppl crossing the road.
A slight drizzle while I sheltered my head with the newspaper, I strolled back home and finally, got some decent rest.
Met Alston baby and his mummy over for lunch at Hong Kong Café on saturday. As usual! His chirpy call out “Auntie Ling” brightens up my day. And he gave me a nice chocolate from his “treasure box”. :)
(my Hello Kitty chocolate treat from Alston)It’s been quite some time since my last visit to Marina Square that I can’t even remember where the café is and got to be directed by Alston baby! Shame on me. L We had a nice lunch and chatted in the café before they brought me to their usual hide out, KIDDY PLACE (or Palace??)….! It’s definitely like a palace to the kids, who play and run around the walk ways, round and round and round. They never seem tired of the slides, climbing up and sliding down all over again and again and again, and picking up the speed of doing so when they see their fellow playmates doing the same action. We accompanied him to the musical rides, then the mobile musical rides while his mummy and I were busy chatting and laughing away. The only time we get to shop is when…..Alston baby was sleeping. So we wasted no time, popping into the stores whichever caught our attention. It was a nice 1pm to 10pm, a solid 9 hrs together, before I waved good bye to them.
(the NOT MOBILE musical rides)
(the MOBILE musical rides)Then came Sunday when we had our yum char session at East Ocean (Shaw House) and I definitely have to intro those who likes to yum char/eat dim sum to try out this place, which serves nice fresh dim sum. If you do not like fried yams like me, fret not, cos their fried yam is not solely yam fillings, but with a mixture of some other diced mushrooms and meat (I think) with other stuff which makes the whole fried yam less greasy. But the waiting time was abit too long..but overall, it’s worth the wait.
(Dim Sum at East Ocean)After that, I brought my parents to Wisma while sis drove off for her colleague’s baby shower. Finally managed to return BLINK to Jeff. My parents and I went to shop around for a while in Wisma and I got a pair of new shoes after that comment from my dad last night about my habit of wearing slip on to work. I just dun like to wear cover ups which makes it feel so suffocating for my foot! Well, that is psychological I know. So I tried one pair, it fitted, and I bought. Fast Fast Chop Chop.
Then they dropped me off at Jurong Point while I get a cut at Storm. One of those salons I trusted. One of the stylist could even remember I did my digital curls some years back which was very nicely done by his colleague. I was very surprise he can still remember me even after say 3 or 4 years not returning Storm to get a haircut.
Anyway, though Storm maybe quite costly, but the stylists know my habits so it’s going back there again and again as I know they can always deliver what I want every time.
I nearly doze off in the seat while waiting for the color to set in. My head was heavy and hurting. And as soon as I get my hair done, I took a bus back home since it’s been quite some time I ride in it. Standing throughout the short journey, it was a luxury to be in the bus doing ppl watching, watching the traffic, seeing the ppl crossing the road.
A slight drizzle while I sheltered my head with the newspaper, I strolled back home and finally, got some decent rest.
Friday, April 18, 2008
PSP
Can you believe that I have some silly friends who bought PSP and been using it as a game tool for mths until I tell them that hey, you can also surf net using that.
And that is not all. You can play video (and yes, you can connect it to your TV by using the right cable), music, photos, and not forgetting playing games.
Friend, you understand? Dont be a bimbo or himbo and under utilise it. Read the quick reference if you dun know how your PSP works. It's strictly not only for play games, games and g...a...mes....GAMES!
And that is not all. You can play video (and yes, you can connect it to your TV by using the right cable), music, photos, and not forgetting playing games.
Friend, you understand? Dont be a bimbo or himbo and under utilise it. Read the quick reference if you dun know how your PSP works. It's strictly not only for play games, games and g...a...mes....GAMES!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Emperor's New Clothes
Once upon a time, there lived a vain Emperor whose only worry was to dress in elegant clothes. He changed clothes almost every hour and loved to show them off to his people.
Two scoundrels who had heard of the Emperor's vanity decided to take advantage of it. "We have invented an extraordinary method to weave a cloth so light and fine that it looks almost invisible. As a matter of fact it is invisible to anyone who is too stupid and incompetent to appreciate its quality."
The chamberlain notified the prime minister, who ran to the Emperor to disclosed the incredible news. The Emperor's curiosity got the better of him and decided to see the two scoundrels.
"Just tell us what you need to get started and we'll give it to you" said the Emperor. The two scoundrels asked for a loom, silk, gold thread and then pretended to begin working.
Finally, the Emperor received the message that the two tailors had come to take the measurements needed to sew his new suit. “Look at the result of our labour! Look at the colors and feel how fine it is!" Said the two scoundrels. The Emperor did not see anything but when he realized that no one could know that he did not see the fabric, he felt better. Nobody could find out he was stupid and incompetent.
"Your Highness, you'll have to take off your clothes to try on your new ones." The two scoundrels draped the new clothes on him and then held up a mirror. The embarrassed Emperor said "Yes, this is a beautiful suit and it looks very good on me!"
The commoners found out about this extraordinary fabric and are anxious to see the Emperor in his new suit." The Emperor was doubtful showing himself naked to the people, but then he abandoned his fears. After all, no one would know about it except the ignorant and the incompetent.
And so, the Emperor summoned his carriage and the ceremonial parade was formed. All the people had gathered in the main square, pushing and shoving to get a better look. Everyone wanted to know how stupid or incompetent his or her neighbor was but, as the Emperor passed, a strange murmur rose from the crowd…
"Look at the Emperor's new clothes. They're beautiful!" said everyone, loud enough for the others to hear. They tried to conceal their disappointment for not being able to see the new clothes and since nobody was willing to admit his own stupidity and incompetence, everyone pretended the existence of the Emperor new cloth.
A child, however, who had no important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him and went up to the carriage and shouted "The Emperor is naked!" The boy's remark, which had been heard by the bystanders, was repeated over and over again until everyone cried "The boy is right! The Emperor is naked! It's true!"
The Emperor realized that the people were right but could not admit to that. He thought it would be better to continue the procession under the illusion that anyone who couldn't see his clothes was either stupid or incompetent. And so, he stood stiffly on his carriage while the page behind him held his imaginary mantle while he waved at the crowd, in his naked body.
This is one of my favorite childhood stories which tells a lot in it. You get the hint readers? Naïve, stupidity, incompetent or whatever you call it, is when you do things when others tell you to, only to realize that at the end of the day, it’s all a bogus image you have believed in. And imagine the shame you have to carry with you throughout your life....pitiful man who never believe in himself and continue living in an imaginary world, pretending to be what he is not, being treated like a "barbie doll" to the two scoundrels tailors...ignorant fool (opps...Emperor) I must say. ;)
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Enlightenment
1) Do not be in hurry - Enlightenment must come little by little, otherwise it would overwhelm (says Idries Shah)
2) Stay empty - Men go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after (says Henry David Thoreau)
3) Believe! - The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness (says Nikos Kazantzakis)
4) Accept responsibility - He, knowing all, becomes the All (says Upanishad)
5) Light the fire - Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire (says William Butler Yeats)
6) Allow the universe to reflect you - One moon shows in every pool, in every pool, the one moon (says Zen saying)
7) Take the bite - By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower (says Rabindranath Tagore)
2) Stay empty - Men go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after (says Henry David Thoreau)
3) Believe! - The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness (says Nikos Kazantzakis)
4) Accept responsibility - He, knowing all, becomes the All (says Upanishad)
5) Light the fire - Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire (says William Butler Yeats)
6) Allow the universe to reflect you - One moon shows in every pool, in every pool, the one moon (says Zen saying)
7) Take the bite - By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower (says Rabindranath Tagore)
Effects
Taking a nice shot is not easy. This is something I learnt yesterday. And the difference with a normal digi cam with a professional one, is wide different. Let me show you some of the shots taken by a D300 Nikon:
The shots were taken in the evening with bad lighting in my room, thus the effects were not as ideal. But this cam sure brings out the life in my paintings which, I really cannot thank you enough for your great charitable help for doing this foc, on top of free dinner as well. I know all of you are eyeing on who is more eligible to treat dinner at The Line, right?? I think I will be the head on the chop board very soon if I keep receiving treats from you and ginnise. That is an evil plot I know! LOL!!!
Anyway that is not the point, but the point is, nothing beats the natural lighting no matter how good device we have. Everything has to come into, to create full picture. That applies to our daily lives too. Ppl around us are what makes life worth living. :)
Another lesson learnt. And! I also learnt that Shao Rou is the one with the fatty oil inbetween the meats and the Char Shao is the red dyed colored slices pork. LOL!!!!! Sorry I always mix these two up.
Thanks alot anyway for your kindness.
The shots were taken in the evening with bad lighting in my room, thus the effects were not as ideal. But this cam sure brings out the life in my paintings which, I really cannot thank you enough for your great charitable help for doing this foc, on top of free dinner as well. I know all of you are eyeing on who is more eligible to treat dinner at The Line, right?? I think I will be the head on the chop board very soon if I keep receiving treats from you and ginnise. That is an evil plot I know! LOL!!!
Anyway that is not the point, but the point is, nothing beats the natural lighting no matter how good device we have. Everything has to come into, to create full picture. That applies to our daily lives too. Ppl around us are what makes life worth living. :)
Another lesson learnt. And! I also learnt that Shao Rou is the one with the fatty oil inbetween the meats and the Char Shao is the red dyed colored slices pork. LOL!!!!! Sorry I always mix these two up.
Thanks alot anyway for your kindness.
Monday, April 14, 2008
The "Invisible Man"
It was 5:45pm. Everyone started to leave the office. My room, which was share with other 5 colleagues, became quiet and lonely.
Working away to sort out some stuff. It's peeing time! So! I left my office with my access card. Strangely, my hunch told me to bring along my mobile phone. And I did.
I went to the General Office, my two other colleagues were still working away as well. They asked "hey! you bang the glass door ah?" "No lah! I bang for what?" I replied. "Then how you came in??" They asked. I said "Neh! I got this one!" Proudly showing off my access card, then I went to pee. I came out from the washroom and went over to chat a little with my colleagues. They were telling me that the main glass door has been giving out strange sound even tho it is closed.
Our main glass door at the general office, is a see through glass door like those you see in shopping malls. Anyone walking close to the sensor area, the door will be automatically unlocked. But once 5:45pm, the glass door will be in auto lock mode and could only be open with our access card. We were chatting half way thru, when suddenly a loud banging sound distracted me. I looked back at the glass door. It was closed, no doubt, but was shaking constantly with a "bang...bang bang bang bang...bang bang...". It seemed like invisible man is trying to barge into our office urgently.
The sensor lights on the top of the doors went green, red, green, red, green, red. Flickering urgently like it sensed something, or something was sensed, something that was sensed and not sensed then sensed again.
Then again "Bang...bang bang bang bang bang...bang bang...bang bang bang bang bang". Then stopped...few mins later, it happen again,, randomly. None of us were standing anywhere near the sensing range. No one was standing outside the office either as we can see from our see through glass door. When it happen a second time, I covered my ears and hid behind my colleagues and they laughed at me!!! I mean what so funny?! IT"S FUCKING SCARY~!! Imagine SOMETHING is really trying to barge in..it felt as if I can feel that intense anger coming from the glass door, it felt as if I feel something is desperately trying to come in.
Then my two calm colleagues called the estate personnel to tell them to come up and have a look. I dare not leave the general office thru the main door..thank god...there was a side door which I can crept back safely to my own room. I crab walked slowly to the side door, with my body facing directly the main door warning 'IT' with my terror stares, “你不要过来 huh!” ....soon after, I quickly tapped my card, and back to the room where all my 5 other colleagues have long left for home, leaving me alone....I felt like something seemed to be watching my back, feeling paranoid, I started to pack up my stuff and left hurriedly, leaving my two colleagues in the General Office to figure out what is that banging the door anyway. But I have warned them to leave the office asap....hope they heed my advise...Amitabah! May god be with you.
Actually I filmed down what happened and showed it to my parents and sis. Then...came....the.........scary....warning!!!! "You better delete the video in case you have captured the THING in your phone! And sigh...yes, I have deleted it immediately..I can't share with yous and let you hear the heart throbbing sound, which may just sent crept down your spine!!!!!
Hopefully its just faulty sensor........technology...sometimes wonder if its helpful..or hateful. Sigh...
Working away to sort out some stuff. It's peeing time! So! I left my office with my access card. Strangely, my hunch told me to bring along my mobile phone. And I did.
I went to the General Office, my two other colleagues were still working away as well. They asked "hey! you bang the glass door ah?" "No lah! I bang for what?" I replied. "Then how you came in??" They asked. I said "Neh! I got this one!" Proudly showing off my access card, then I went to pee. I came out from the washroom and went over to chat a little with my colleagues. They were telling me that the main glass door has been giving out strange sound even tho it is closed.
Our main glass door at the general office, is a see through glass door like those you see in shopping malls. Anyone walking close to the sensor area, the door will be automatically unlocked. But once 5:45pm, the glass door will be in auto lock mode and could only be open with our access card. We were chatting half way thru, when suddenly a loud banging sound distracted me. I looked back at the glass door. It was closed, no doubt, but was shaking constantly with a "bang...bang bang bang bang...bang bang...". It seemed like invisible man is trying to barge into our office urgently.
The sensor lights on the top of the doors went green, red, green, red, green, red. Flickering urgently like it sensed something, or something was sensed, something that was sensed and not sensed then sensed again.
Then again "Bang...bang bang bang bang bang...bang bang...bang bang bang bang bang". Then stopped...few mins later, it happen again,, randomly. None of us were standing anywhere near the sensing range. No one was standing outside the office either as we can see from our see through glass door. When it happen a second time, I covered my ears and hid behind my colleagues and they laughed at me!!! I mean what so funny?! IT"S FUCKING SCARY~!! Imagine SOMETHING is really trying to barge in..it felt as if I can feel that intense anger coming from the glass door, it felt as if I feel something is desperately trying to come in.
Then my two calm colleagues called the estate personnel to tell them to come up and have a look. I dare not leave the general office thru the main door..thank god...there was a side door which I can crept back safely to my own room. I crab walked slowly to the side door, with my body facing directly the main door warning 'IT' with my terror stares, “你不要过来 huh!” ....soon after, I quickly tapped my card, and back to the room where all my 5 other colleagues have long left for home, leaving me alone....I felt like something seemed to be watching my back, feeling paranoid, I started to pack up my stuff and left hurriedly, leaving my two colleagues in the General Office to figure out what is that banging the door anyway. But I have warned them to leave the office asap....hope they heed my advise...Amitabah! May god be with you.
Actually I filmed down what happened and showed it to my parents and sis. Then...came....the.........scary....warning!!!! "You better delete the video in case you have captured the THING in your phone! And sigh...yes, I have deleted it immediately..I can't share with yous and let you hear the heart throbbing sound, which may just sent crept down your spine!!!!!
Hopefully its just faulty sensor........technology...sometimes wonder if its helpful..or hateful. Sigh...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Men and Woman
Men...
It's just a three letter word. But it means a lot cos it’s Mainly craps, Extremely egoistic and Never apologetic.
They are constantly full of themselves, thinking that they are the "Think I know All" and any other ppl on earth are just, plain stupid.
The type whom he told the whole world he left someone was because it’s someone else’s fault. And he thought no one knows his dirty linen. Someone, whom you married out for love, can come up to your face and ask for your consent to allow his secret lover to stay in the same roof. Someone who asked money from his legally wedded spouse because he is running out of money to buy cigarette. Someone who brought his new found lover and appeared in front of you, perhaps thinking that the hurt he has inflicted was not immense enough. Someone who brought his lover around when he meets his friends. WTF?! Someone whom once loved you, someone whom sworn in the eye of law, someone who told all his close friends that you are his life partner. Someone mature? Someone who knows what he wants? Someone who protects you? Someone who cares? Someone you love or loved? Is this human we talking about? Or a monster who has revealed his true self? Maybe it is a monster after all we are talking about. Anyway that woman is short (short hands, short legs, short neck), ugly long unkempt hair which seems virgin to hair treatments and she looks like Mona Lisa when she is without her make up (cos without eyebrowns). (my dear friend has requested to add in her name into this whole para which told of her plight but I aint go to but let's just say...Exxxx, that teapot is of no comparision to you. Its just made of some inexpensive clay.)
And there, another one I saw, walking in the streets again, not once but twice, behaving imitate with another girl. Someone new? While he is attached and his gf is happily flying here and there, and thinking how happiest person she is on earth. Hmm???? Karma? Maybe it has come. But how much of hurt and guessing games we played in the name of love. But that’s her fate. And how much hurt we get in the name of trust. You hurt someone, someone hurts you, it all runs in a circle.
Another one who constantly said I love you, accompany his gf anywhere, everywhere, making her the most envious women on earth. But on top of that surface work done pretty nicely concealed of his real nature, it’s flirting thru msn, flinging, and ONS while partying and lying to gf that he is working, HARD and not forgetting to say “I love you” over the phone, while arms wrapped tightly on someone else’s waist. Many times, it’s not we believe, is we CHOSE to believe.
Someone who said, I have been in love, I am in love again, I love her. But there are so many he is fine to fall in love with. Sometimes he hopes to patch back with his ex, sometimes he wants to court someone he barely new, sometimes he dates someone he knew as friend for years, sometimes he falls for friend’s friend. Whoever says yes to him, he is in love again. It simple means, anyone who loves me, I love you too (anyone also can).
And this is call, love? This is love we believe. Love is a double edged sword I shall name it. Depending on your role in this whole story. You may be the lucky ones, you may be the misfortunate ones. But one thing for sure, you have to be a risk taker in this game.
And there are many many many more which I can’t be bothered to really mention. Of cos, women are like that too. So just repeat above scenarios with women as the evil ones.
And what woman stands for after all? “Whoever is Obnoxious to us, May they, All die in the Name of love. “最毒妇人心”, that sums it all. Wink!
It's just a three letter word. But it means a lot cos it’s Mainly craps, Extremely egoistic and Never apologetic.
They are constantly full of themselves, thinking that they are the "Think I know All" and any other ppl on earth are just, plain stupid.
The type whom he told the whole world he left someone was because it’s someone else’s fault. And he thought no one knows his dirty linen. Someone, whom you married out for love, can come up to your face and ask for your consent to allow his secret lover to stay in the same roof. Someone who asked money from his legally wedded spouse because he is running out of money to buy cigarette. Someone who brought his new found lover and appeared in front of you, perhaps thinking that the hurt he has inflicted was not immense enough. Someone who brought his lover around when he meets his friends. WTF?! Someone whom once loved you, someone whom sworn in the eye of law, someone who told all his close friends that you are his life partner. Someone mature? Someone who knows what he wants? Someone who protects you? Someone who cares? Someone you love or loved? Is this human we talking about? Or a monster who has revealed his true self? Maybe it is a monster after all we are talking about. Anyway that woman is short (short hands, short legs, short neck), ugly long unkempt hair which seems virgin to hair treatments and she looks like Mona Lisa when she is without her make up (cos without eyebrowns). (my dear friend has requested to add in her name into this whole para which told of her plight but I aint go to but let's just say...Exxxx, that teapot is of no comparision to you. Its just made of some inexpensive clay.)
And there, another one I saw, walking in the streets again, not once but twice, behaving imitate with another girl. Someone new? While he is attached and his gf is happily flying here and there, and thinking how happiest person she is on earth. Hmm???? Karma? Maybe it has come. But how much of hurt and guessing games we played in the name of love. But that’s her fate. And how much hurt we get in the name of trust. You hurt someone, someone hurts you, it all runs in a circle.
Another one who constantly said I love you, accompany his gf anywhere, everywhere, making her the most envious women on earth. But on top of that surface work done pretty nicely concealed of his real nature, it’s flirting thru msn, flinging, and ONS while partying and lying to gf that he is working, HARD and not forgetting to say “I love you” over the phone, while arms wrapped tightly on someone else’s waist. Many times, it’s not we believe, is we CHOSE to believe.
Someone who said, I have been in love, I am in love again, I love her. But there are so many he is fine to fall in love with. Sometimes he hopes to patch back with his ex, sometimes he wants to court someone he barely new, sometimes he dates someone he knew as friend for years, sometimes he falls for friend’s friend. Whoever says yes to him, he is in love again. It simple means, anyone who loves me, I love you too (anyone also can).
And this is call, love? This is love we believe. Love is a double edged sword I shall name it. Depending on your role in this whole story. You may be the lucky ones, you may be the misfortunate ones. But one thing for sure, you have to be a risk taker in this game.
And there are many many many more which I can’t be bothered to really mention. Of cos, women are like that too. So just repeat above scenarios with women as the evil ones.
And what woman stands for after all? “Whoever is Obnoxious to us, May they, All die in the Name of love. “最毒妇人心”, that sums it all. Wink!
Humpty Dumpty Me!
The on and off fever was getting on my nerves. Since Wednesday afternoon, the fever was already building up and invading me, followed by an intense headache. Half a day rest at home was pretty much what I need and I thought I was well for thursday until the body ache and fever returned again in the evening after work. It lasted till friday morning and I have no more choice but to see the GP for medication. Some little pink rashes were now formed on my body and the heat refused to leave. I thought I will continue to have the fever and body ache will be pestering me further. I thought it was dengue I got, but I guess I am not a lucky person thus it should not be dengue that's going to happen to me. So! I persevered, refusing to see doc again for any blood test. And thank god, all started to return to normal over the weekend tho sat evening it seemed to start coming back again, with the headache and body ache..but! no fever. :)
But I know, dengue is no joke...but I am well again... :) Everytime I am down, I am up again! Humpty Dumpty...thats me! But that's me only oke ppl? If you have on/off fever, body ache, headache or rashes, you better go do a blood test and check your body for any mosquito bites. You are not Miu. LOL!!! Kidding la..just that I am a more stubborn person that's all. :P But seriously if you have the symptoms as stated above, its better to get it checked.
But I know, dengue is no joke...but I am well again... :) Everytime I am down, I am up again! Humpty Dumpty...thats me! But that's me only oke ppl? If you have on/off fever, body ache, headache or rashes, you better go do a blood test and check your body for any mosquito bites. You are not Miu. LOL!!! Kidding la..just that I am a more stubborn person that's all. :P But seriously if you have the symptoms as stated above, its better to get it checked.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Fluttered Butterfly
I cant be owned.
My heart is like a fluttered butterfly.
I may take a rest on your shoulder
but that's because I wanna take on a longer flight.
Try with a net, or with your bare hands.
I will dodge your grasps.
Alone and no longer looking back.
Alone and not feeling lonely.
Alone yet contented.
Alone on my journey, fly fly....
My adventure
It was back at work. Slogging away replying the many emails. Sending out this and that, making arrangements and all. Even walking out to buy my lunch is a luxury. Thank god my colleague was nice enough to get my lunch for me (she is a FEMALE colleague, don’t think otherwise and SHE is NOT a LESBIAN. Er…I guess not? ).
Anyway! I promised myself not to work late, not to work late, no more working late. So when the clock struck 5:30pm, everyone started packing up, washing their cups or toilet visits. I started to gather and sort out some misc stuff. Then the clock struck 6pm…I am still sorting….the clock struck 7pm….sorting still…until it suddenly hit on me that THE SKY HAS TURNED DARK!
I looked at my watch and realized its 7:40pm. The corridors were dark. The lizards are already out. Fat ones, with tails or without, white ones or black or strip ones. They are like “post it pads”. Slapped all over the walls and ceilings, motionless.
The florescent lamps are not bright enough. Plus my slightly inability to see in the dark, I have to slowly figure my way out from the office building. There were still quite a number of ppl at the bus stop. I waited for the bus or cab. But none came in a min. So! Being the impatience and snobbish me, I started walking back home.
The journey was full of excitement, fear and creepiness. The lonely walk was pretty much an adventure for me. Big flying ants (飞飞) swirling around the lights, many of it. And there are many such fluorescent lights along the passageways I have to cross. The occasional swift appearance made by the fat lizards, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on top of the cover-ups. I am so afraid they will drop into my blouse or on my head if they lost their grips in fright or will they drop their tails and let it wriggle up into my nostril as a punishment for frightening them with my footsteps when I walk past them? But there is no turning back since I have chosen this journey. It is my DESTINY.
The steep steps were unevenly laid. My poor eyesight does not seem to help me any better. I am just worried I will I hear the sound of egg shell crack when I crushed the snails with my careless step or will I hear the scream from the lizard with blood and intestines bursting out from its body if I have squash it with my shoe? Or will I roll down the stairs in order to avoid the snails and lizards and there is no one there to help me as there is no single soul more than 500 meters from me.
I was already half way thru the hill. I just have to continue walking ahead and never look back.
The walk along the downslope carpark was the worst. The Nanyang Lake (you heard of the story about the Nanyang Lake?) is on my right, the old tattered graduate hall on my left. A lorry went past me slowly. It was dark. I looked at my feet but couldn’t find them. I tot I was blind. There were badly lit lamps along the way. Then I heard someone called out “OOi!” “OOi!”. I dare not look back who it was.
With a big tote bag over my shoulder and some perseverance, and music to smooth down my heartbeat, from my building, cross the long carpark, another building, my ex working building, downhill of 200 or more flights of steps (yes I counted those steps before), long cover up passage ways, cross a garden, cross a bridge, then a school and finally, I reached my block, all these in 40mins. I finally make it home.
Anyway! I promised myself not to work late, not to work late, no more working late. So when the clock struck 5:30pm, everyone started packing up, washing their cups or toilet visits. I started to gather and sort out some misc stuff. Then the clock struck 6pm…I am still sorting….the clock struck 7pm….sorting still…until it suddenly hit on me that THE SKY HAS TURNED DARK!
I looked at my watch and realized its 7:40pm. The corridors were dark. The lizards are already out. Fat ones, with tails or without, white ones or black or strip ones. They are like “post it pads”. Slapped all over the walls and ceilings, motionless.
The florescent lamps are not bright enough. Plus my slightly inability to see in the dark, I have to slowly figure my way out from the office building. There were still quite a number of ppl at the bus stop. I waited for the bus or cab. But none came in a min. So! Being the impatience and snobbish me, I started walking back home.
The journey was full of excitement, fear and creepiness. The lonely walk was pretty much an adventure for me. Big flying ants (飞飞) swirling around the lights, many of it. And there are many such fluorescent lights along the passageways I have to cross. The occasional swift appearance made by the fat lizards, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on top of the cover-ups. I am so afraid they will drop into my blouse or on my head if they lost their grips in fright or will they drop their tails and let it wriggle up into my nostril as a punishment for frightening them with my footsteps when I walk past them? But there is no turning back since I have chosen this journey. It is my DESTINY.
The steep steps were unevenly laid. My poor eyesight does not seem to help me any better. I am just worried I will I hear the sound of egg shell crack when I crushed the snails with my careless step or will I hear the scream from the lizard with blood and intestines bursting out from its body if I have squash it with my shoe? Or will I roll down the stairs in order to avoid the snails and lizards and there is no one there to help me as there is no single soul more than 500 meters from me.
I was already half way thru the hill. I just have to continue walking ahead and never look back.
The walk along the downslope carpark was the worst. The Nanyang Lake (you heard of the story about the Nanyang Lake?) is on my right, the old tattered graduate hall on my left. A lorry went past me slowly. It was dark. I looked at my feet but couldn’t find them. I tot I was blind. There were badly lit lamps along the way. Then I heard someone called out “OOi!” “OOi!”. I dare not look back who it was.
With a big tote bag over my shoulder and some perseverance, and music to smooth down my heartbeat, from my building, cross the long carpark, another building, my ex working building, downhill of 200 or more flights of steps (yes I counted those steps before), long cover up passage ways, cross a garden, cross a bridge, then a school and finally, I reached my block, all these in 40mins. I finally make it home.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Everything has a price to pay
That feeling returned. I went straight to the clinic again after work. Even if the wait at the clinic would be long, I knew it. I brought along a book with me while waiting patiently for my turn to arrive.
Told Dr Mary the same old thing again. Had the same medication and will be seeing her again next week.
I only got to blame my bad habits of "wait a little while more, I have got this to clear 1st". Cups of coffee down into my throat. Sometimes more than 3 cups. And all these bad habit rolls into one big problem for me. So moral of the story? What goes round, comes around.
If you neglect your health for the sake of those paper works. Eventually when the alarm sounded, you may not be physical fit to continue working anymore. So what come 1st in life? Health. Easy to say, hard to accomplish. Nevertheless its something we have to remind ourselves. My only worry is just the kidneys. If is not bleeding from there, then everything will be much easier to solve. Hope I am just scaring myself.
The fever came the next day while I am working. It started to eat into my skin causing pain. The head started to hurt. Aching came. How I wish I have a health body and mind so that I can continue working and facing those hiccups. Back home, I slumped onto the sofa and started checking emails from work. And I cant take it anymore and hide in the blanket for some decent rest. To take a rest is to walk a longer journey. There are so many journeys in our life that we have to walk.....I wonder for how long I can continue.
Tomorrow will be back in office, with work piled up from today. So its back to square one again.
This running cycle......never will come to an end....unless some one up there decides its time for me to rest. And so when will that be?????????????
Monday, April 07, 2008
The living and the dead.
The quiet and lonely cemetery became crowded once again. The narrow and uneven routes will test your driving skills, occasionally making you about to brush your side mirrors with the other vehicles parked along the road side. Ice cream and drink sellers sprouted here and there.
The burning sunlight that can only be shaded away by the umbrellas or tree shades. The heat that can evaporates your perspiration instantaneously when you perspires. The lonely tombs can be easily identified; no fresh flowers, no repair, fallen out bricks and big cement cracks, water seeping thru from the underground seems like the amount of tears from the dead. The smell of dirty drains and slimy algae started to invade the cemented flooring. No incense, no burnt papers. The photographs faded too.
Some families came in big group like they are having a gathering. With all their curry and bee hoon, small portable tables, can drinks, they gathered under the shade and chatted heartily while the children played and ran around them. The modern teenagers, with trendy dyed locks, nice singlet, baseball caps, beach sandals were suddenly knitted into this traditional event, and they all looked seriously serious. With every steps and instruction told to them, they followed, no questions asked.
The tombs, each taking about a cube size, spacious enough for a person to stand in the front, probably at most, big enough to kneel down and that’s all. The earth god, which is said to be looking after the tomb, has a small little altar erected on the right hand side.
The tomb keepers would go round collecting the fees for maintaining and taking care of the tombs of their loved ones. Weeds were plucked out from the carpet grass, fresh flowers or bright plastic flowers were arranged in the vase. There were incense papers all around you. White ones, colored ones, some burnt, some thrown up high into the sky. There is always a possibility to step onto a piece with every step you take. Circles were drawn on the ground with white chalks, supposedly to serve as a protection circle for your loved one to collect what you will be giving them and to prevent the “others” from snatching, stealing or taking those into their possessions. The burning papers will then swirl up into the sky, strangely that always happen. That was said to be an indication that whatever you burnt will be carried by the wind and delivered to the dead.
Then comes the sunset. The crowds started to disperse, the living souls lessen with every minutes drawing nearer to the rising of the moon.
And once again, the peace and silence were returned back to the dead. They are alone once again till the next long awaited visit comes again, from their loved living ones, hopefully not forgetting the dead.
The burning sunlight that can only be shaded away by the umbrellas or tree shades. The heat that can evaporates your perspiration instantaneously when you perspires. The lonely tombs can be easily identified; no fresh flowers, no repair, fallen out bricks and big cement cracks, water seeping thru from the underground seems like the amount of tears from the dead. The smell of dirty drains and slimy algae started to invade the cemented flooring. No incense, no burnt papers. The photographs faded too.
Some families came in big group like they are having a gathering. With all their curry and bee hoon, small portable tables, can drinks, they gathered under the shade and chatted heartily while the children played and ran around them. The modern teenagers, with trendy dyed locks, nice singlet, baseball caps, beach sandals were suddenly knitted into this traditional event, and they all looked seriously serious. With every steps and instruction told to them, they followed, no questions asked.
The tombs, each taking about a cube size, spacious enough for a person to stand in the front, probably at most, big enough to kneel down and that’s all. The earth god, which is said to be looking after the tomb, has a small little altar erected on the right hand side.
The tomb keepers would go round collecting the fees for maintaining and taking care of the tombs of their loved ones. Weeds were plucked out from the carpet grass, fresh flowers or bright plastic flowers were arranged in the vase. There were incense papers all around you. White ones, colored ones, some burnt, some thrown up high into the sky. There is always a possibility to step onto a piece with every step you take. Circles were drawn on the ground with white chalks, supposedly to serve as a protection circle for your loved one to collect what you will be giving them and to prevent the “others” from snatching, stealing or taking those into their possessions. The burning papers will then swirl up into the sky, strangely that always happen. That was said to be an indication that whatever you burnt will be carried by the wind and delivered to the dead.
Then comes the sunset. The crowds started to disperse, the living souls lessen with every minutes drawing nearer to the rising of the moon.
And once again, the peace and silence were returned back to the dead. They are alone once again till the next long awaited visit comes again, from their loved living ones, hopefully not forgetting the dead.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
My burnt weekends ended, again.
Saturday, my long awaited break. I can at least wake up a little later. Then was breakfast and took a lift from dad back to office. It was about 11am. It was work, work, work till 3pm. I felt the hunger. So I make sure I have my access card with me before I leave my office else no one else can open the door for me!! There left only one or two stalls opened in the canteen. The chinese food stall has only leftover dishes. Some little meat balls, one chicken nugget, one chicken wrap in seaweed. I "sup" all the left overs and packed back to eat. Back in the office, slogged another few more hours till 7pm. I left for home. I dozed off on the sofa. 8pm. Setting off for some drinks and singing and pool games. Then was back home again.
Sunday. Waking up at 11am. Too late to go office so, forget about it. It's time to tidy up the room a little. The pile of letters were cleared from the dressing table. Ironed some clothes.
Then we set off to Lim Chu Kang to pay respect to my great grandma and great grandpa. The two of leaders in the front seats became like ganchiong spiders. "Here? Here is it?" "No no. Turn right? Turn left? Behind got car." "Where where? Here? There?" "Block 14F? C? E? Where?"
Anyway, after some fumbling and disorientation and search, we manage to find THE ONE - great grandma's tomb. The fumbling and searching is an every year's practice for us no matter how carefully we have written the direction and address on the notebook. We always have a hard time finding the location.
Then came the funny part. Cos great grandpa's tomb was shift to some other crematorium. And we never get to know the full exact address where exactly has it been shifted. So! the five of us....went to three different nearby crematoriums.
The first one was a crematorium. Right. But then we saw statues of angels. So we have drove in to a christianity one! So, wrong.
The second one was a buddhism one. Right. But after a few search for the urn, we decided to ask the person in charge for some directions. Then realised, we are searching in the wrong crematorium. So! Wrong again.
Then was finally found the right crematorium. We were told the urn is located at level 3. So we walked up to level 3. But the whole storey belongs to???? The christ. Wrong again. Walked down the stairs to the next building. This time, we got it right. As the only info given to us was, "it is put at level 3", so we searched all the possible urn for my great grandpa. Looking at the photos, young and old, fat and thin, couples, every one. Some with colored photos, some with black and white photos, some with colored photos. I dun know how many pictures I have seen. But, we still cannot find my great grandpa. Finally it was retreat for us. We gave up searching and went back home. Well, at least we tried searching. Zor Gong will not blame us right?
After a nice bath, I took out my boards to have them varnished. Then was reading The Little Prince (TLP) and munching on the crispy chicken, I have finished reading TLP.
There are many worth to mention about this book but I'll just highlight a few here:
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye"
"You became responsible, forever, for what you have tamed"
"It is the time you have spent with your rose that makes your rose so important"
"You run the risk of a few tears when you allow yourself to be tamed"
"All men have the stars but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them"
Sunday. Waking up at 11am. Too late to go office so, forget about it. It's time to tidy up the room a little. The pile of letters were cleared from the dressing table. Ironed some clothes.
Then we set off to Lim Chu Kang to pay respect to my great grandma and great grandpa. The two of leaders in the front seats became like ganchiong spiders. "Here? Here is it?" "No no. Turn right? Turn left? Behind got car." "Where where? Here? There?" "Block 14F? C? E? Where?"
Anyway, after some fumbling and disorientation and search, we manage to find THE ONE - great grandma's tomb. The fumbling and searching is an every year's practice for us no matter how carefully we have written the direction and address on the notebook. We always have a hard time finding the location.
Then came the funny part. Cos great grandpa's tomb was shift to some other crematorium. And we never get to know the full exact address where exactly has it been shifted. So! the five of us....went to three different nearby crematoriums.
The first one was a crematorium. Right. But then we saw statues of angels. So we have drove in to a christianity one! So, wrong.
The second one was a buddhism one. Right. But after a few search for the urn, we decided to ask the person in charge for some directions. Then realised, we are searching in the wrong crematorium. So! Wrong again.
Then was finally found the right crematorium. We were told the urn is located at level 3. So we walked up to level 3. But the whole storey belongs to???? The christ. Wrong again. Walked down the stairs to the next building. This time, we got it right. As the only info given to us was, "it is put at level 3", so we searched all the possible urn for my great grandpa. Looking at the photos, young and old, fat and thin, couples, every one. Some with colored photos, some with black and white photos, some with colored photos. I dun know how many pictures I have seen. But, we still cannot find my great grandpa. Finally it was retreat for us. We gave up searching and went back home. Well, at least we tried searching. Zor Gong will not blame us right?
After a nice bath, I took out my boards to have them varnished. Then was reading The Little Prince (TLP) and munching on the crispy chicken, I have finished reading TLP.
There are many worth to mention about this book but I'll just highlight a few here:
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye"
"You became responsible, forever, for what you have tamed"
"It is the time you have spent with your rose that makes your rose so important"
"You run the risk of a few tears when you allow yourself to be tamed"
"All men have the stars but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them"
Friday, April 04, 2008
Can you give up your wants, for someone else’s needs?
That bright sunny day, out in the street. 
The shoppers in the mall, frantically looking around for more.
With a glance, as you can see, the “common” Polo Ralph tee and Giorgio Armani.
And all that was need, is a piece of rag to protect from the sunny heat.
That thousands valued leather bag we want
Can exchange for how many pieces of bread for those who needs
A little flare of air we paid for youth and beauty
And how many out there just need a gasp of air to breath
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Focus
Been working late and weekends are just so precious for me to stay home and relax or do my own stuff. Even though there maybe plans to meet up my dearie friends to do some catching ups over coffee, but my physical stamina just do not allow me to do so and I don't even have that strength to acc sis to the Tan Yoong Fashion Show. Well, its once after 17 years but..its just a fashion show and not say that I will get to get a free dress custom made by him as a door gift. So! Give it a miss!
And even if I am out, I feel so lost and always seem to wonder in my own world (as they have described). There are so many things in the mind, things to be done, things done, things not to do, things……many many of it.
Then, there seems nothing much or interesting to shop for, and I realized, I always have the habit to head to the bookstore or CD shops instead! Focus is no longer on useless window shopping for clothing (of cos once awhile I am still like any other normal girls who need new clothing to look nice).
But currently it’s all about work, painting, reading and! TV. The only possiblity to get me out from the house is probably to catch some nice movies on a day when I am not working late, that’s all.
Guess I have been too stressed out cos I realized I have been buying packets of Lays Chips (big ones) and munch them straight after dinner. And I seem lost interest in stuff which I use to like/love doing.
And whenever I am stressed out, so what will I do??????
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I cut my own hair
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Relax……it’s just that I trimmed and layered my own fringe only….
Anyway! I will be growing my long hair again and if that never happens the next time you see me on the street, or you realise its getting shorter and shorter every time you see me, that means! The stress level is rising!!!
And even if I am out, I feel so lost and always seem to wonder in my own world (as they have described). There are so many things in the mind, things to be done, things done, things not to do, things……many many of it.
Then, there seems nothing much or interesting to shop for, and I realized, I always have the habit to head to the bookstore or CD shops instead! Focus is no longer on useless window shopping for clothing (of cos once awhile I am still like any other normal girls who need new clothing to look nice).
But currently it’s all about work, painting, reading and! TV. The only possiblity to get me out from the house is probably to catch some nice movies on a day when I am not working late, that’s all.
Guess I have been too stressed out cos I realized I have been buying packets of Lays Chips (big ones) and munch them straight after dinner. And I seem lost interest in stuff which I use to like/love doing.
And whenever I am stressed out, so what will I do??????
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I cut my own hair
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Relax……it’s just that I trimmed and layered my own fringe only….
Anyway! I will be growing my long hair again and if that never happens the next time you see me on the street, or you realise its getting shorter and shorter every time you see me, that means! The stress level is rising!!!
The Little Prince
I never noticed all about it, which has been lying on my dressing table for say, 4 or 5 days? Until that morning, while the piles of incoming mails seemed to paraniod me. I flipped thru the mails to see if any are for me and it caught my eye. I thought, wow! sis bought this to read too? yeah! Just in time to keep me occupied. But while flipping thru the pages, I saw a hand written note attention to me. So afterall, its not sis who bought, but someone else did.
I have earlier bought two new books. One is about facing the darkness, another is about enlightenment. But this one, which was left in my letter box on the 28th March, was what I have been curious to read but always forgot about it when I am busy browsing around at the "New Arrivals" section in the bookstore. In life, we always overlook what we already have and is always searching for new unknown ones.
This book, narrates about, in a child's view of the world, of the purpose of human life and of relations between people. If life can be that simple. In fact life is simple but gets complicated when we starts growing up. If only we can keep things simple, if only everyone can do so. This will be a better place to survive.
Below is a link which explains to you what this book is all about. Refer to this link if you are confused over what is said in each chapter. We, being the complicated adults, after all, may not understand simple things as they seems to be described in the chapters.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Prince
Here is the online version of the book if you do not want to buy a copy http://home.pacific.net.hk/~rebylee/text/prince/contents.html
ps: Thank u YC, for remembering this.
The Medalist Story
I want to tell you all something FUNNY!!!
Was asking in my msn tagline if any chatters got recommendation for a good driving instructor and a friend finally replied. She said it is better to get those from the driving centre, easier to pass.
Then I was asking her about the rate when she told me actually there are different rates for the different range of instructors. They have a chart, where you can chose, the "Gold Medalist", "Silver Medalist" or the "Bronze Medalist" OR, the normal ones. Of cos the rate varies too!
Then I near laughed out loud! Why would an instructor be ranked like a billboard chart like that?! Will they even wear their gold, silver or bronze medal, hang around their neck, while teaching driving?????!!!
Then when all the medalist meet in the canteen, will they say "WAH SI KIM PAI! "WAH SI GOON PAI!" OR "WAH SI MAO PAI!!!!!!!"
lol!!!!!!!!!! fking hilariously.....funny........!
Was asking in my msn tagline if any chatters got recommendation for a good driving instructor and a friend finally replied. She said it is better to get those from the driving centre, easier to pass.
Then I was asking her about the rate when she told me actually there are different rates for the different range of instructors. They have a chart, where you can chose, the "Gold Medalist", "Silver Medalist" or the "Bronze Medalist" OR, the normal ones. Of cos the rate varies too!
Then I near laughed out loud! Why would an instructor be ranked like a billboard chart like that?! Will they even wear their gold, silver or bronze medal, hang around their neck, while teaching driving?????!!!
Then when all the medalist meet in the canteen, will they say "WAH SI KIM PAI! "WAH SI GOON PAI!" OR "WAH SI MAO PAI!!!!!!!"
lol!!!!!!!!!! fking hilariously.....funny........!
So long...
I will never forget the explanation you said that day.
In fact, I have asked you the same question twice.
And I already knew the reason when I asked you during 1st time and when your answer came during the second questioning, which convinced me that my guess is right anyway.
Explanations that follow after that are just because of the change in my face.
To me, it’s that way.
Yes, I am judgmental and I don’t listen.
It does not convince me in either ways.
You know me well and when I will never believe, means I won’t when I say.
I knew my tight lipped makes you confused and left you in dismay.
But I will never forget that glare in the dark as you sped away.
The fear in me with the thought “I made someone angry with me again”
I will never forget that word “Kam Lan” spoken to me straight into my face, when I am trying my best to explained why I am this way, to meet up whoever, I am glad to meet up with.
You can’t trust them but you can’t trust at least me?
Thus makes me realized that all these we built were kept afloat by a layer of insecurity (again).
I dun want to feel insecure, I don wan you to feel that way too.
I am just so tired to go thru these again.
And at the end of the day, after all your prompting which got me in deep thoughts, that it’s just me, I don’t want to be bothered by insecurity and that I can’t, dun want, scare of the big “C”
And so, I waved goodbye to you on that lovely day.
It was never ever plan to be that way.
Just that I knew you wanted an answer from me that day.
And I felt I can’t keep running away
But I have been busy and thinking about it that past few days…so on that lovely day, where I can leave my work behind, my friends and life behind, to give myself a break from all those I need to face, I faced you with grace, I told you what I felt throughout those days.
I know you will provide me with everything, anything. It’s a blessing to be loved and pampered many will say.
But I am not a little girl, who needs to be sheltered away,
To keep me safe from the harsh storm is not the way as storm still happens every day.
Give me a chance to brace thru the storm and survive and be gay.
Welcome me to this real world I need to face.
I want my life to be full of freedom and peacefulness
Away from arguments and explanations
I want to lead the life I want it to be the way
And I know the price to pay
And it’s true I can do without anyone anyway.
I can live without anyone to take care of me cos I am still surviving without you or anyone well, at least up to this day
That’s why I say, in this world, there is nothing as “I can’t do without you” I must still say.
And becos of this understanding, I have to bid goodbye to you on that lovely day…
I am well and occupied with my work everyday.
I will take care of myself and be strong (hope you do too)
Strive well in your ACCA
Its your future, as I have said
The worst is over and as I look in this new direction and phase
I embrace them, come what may.
In fact, I have asked you the same question twice.
And I already knew the reason when I asked you during 1st time and when your answer came during the second questioning, which convinced me that my guess is right anyway.
Explanations that follow after that are just because of the change in my face.
To me, it’s that way.
Yes, I am judgmental and I don’t listen.
It does not convince me in either ways.
You know me well and when I will never believe, means I won’t when I say.
I knew my tight lipped makes you confused and left you in dismay.
But I will never forget that glare in the dark as you sped away.
The fear in me with the thought “I made someone angry with me again”
I will never forget that word “Kam Lan” spoken to me straight into my face, when I am trying my best to explained why I am this way, to meet up whoever, I am glad to meet up with.
You can’t trust them but you can’t trust at least me?
Thus makes me realized that all these we built were kept afloat by a layer of insecurity (again).
I dun want to feel insecure, I don wan you to feel that way too.
I am just so tired to go thru these again.
And at the end of the day, after all your prompting which got me in deep thoughts, that it’s just me, I don’t want to be bothered by insecurity and that I can’t, dun want, scare of the big “C”
And so, I waved goodbye to you on that lovely day.
It was never ever plan to be that way.
Just that I knew you wanted an answer from me that day.
And I felt I can’t keep running away
But I have been busy and thinking about it that past few days…so on that lovely day, where I can leave my work behind, my friends and life behind, to give myself a break from all those I need to face, I faced you with grace, I told you what I felt throughout those days.
I know you will provide me with everything, anything. It’s a blessing to be loved and pampered many will say.
But I am not a little girl, who needs to be sheltered away,
To keep me safe from the harsh storm is not the way as storm still happens every day.
Give me a chance to brace thru the storm and survive and be gay.
Welcome me to this real world I need to face.
I want my life to be full of freedom and peacefulness
Away from arguments and explanations
I want to lead the life I want it to be the way
And I know the price to pay
And it’s true I can do without anyone anyway.
I can live without anyone to take care of me cos I am still surviving without you or anyone well, at least up to this day
That’s why I say, in this world, there is nothing as “I can’t do without you” I must still say.
And becos of this understanding, I have to bid goodbye to you on that lovely day…
I am well and occupied with my work everyday.
I will take care of myself and be strong (hope you do too)
Strive well in your ACCA
Its your future, as I have said
The worst is over and as I look in this new direction and phase
I embrace them, come what may.
My confession
Yes, I have taken drugs, lots of it
Yes, I have slept behind someone’s back
Yes, I am a crazy bitch who stalks whoever stalks me
Yes, I ever slice someone’s ears while he is sleeping
Yes, I am a lesbian
Yes, I have ever swallowed a diamond ring and picked it out from my own faeces
Yes, I have ever run around naked and shouted “my hair is on fire~!”
Yes, I have 1 fling, 2 fling, 3rd fling with me
Yes, I have cheated a million from somebody
Yes, I have cancer in my final stage
Yes, I am dying
Yes, I confess to all these
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HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY, DID I JUST FOOL YOU?
Yes, I have slept behind someone’s back
Yes, I am a crazy bitch who stalks whoever stalks me
Yes, I ever slice someone’s ears while he is sleeping
Yes, I am a lesbian
Yes, I have ever swallowed a diamond ring and picked it out from my own faeces
Yes, I have ever run around naked and shouted “my hair is on fire~!”
Yes, I have 1 fling, 2 fling, 3rd fling with me
Yes, I have cheated a million from somebody
Yes, I have cancer in my final stage
Yes, I am dying
Yes, I confess to all these
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HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY, DID I JUST FOOL YOU?
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