Thursday, March 30, 2006 4:38 PM
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3 weeks of FYP, and I am starting to get used to the schedule. I mean, without counting the first half an hour, which usually accounts for my lateness.
Time seems to past by much easily this week. Entertaining myself with some super duper IQ game, it definately keep me from going crazy with boredom.
I shall now, introduce the game to you: The Wicked
This game is seriously mind-challenging. But beware, your brains might just melt into nothing after some serious pondering for the questions. They are tricky, and the answers are usually at some places where you least expect it. It is horrible.
My lab-mates and I, however, had fun solving them, because we laughed at people who started later then us, and we immersed in the pleasure of seeing them suffer when they could not find the correct url. (okie! i am stopping this, because it sounds sick)
yep! Nevertheless, this game had brought us closer, and at least when I reach the lab every morning, someone will be there to greet me "good morning", and I know that my life will not be as boring as before.
Phew! nothing much to blog about already. Enjoy the game, and try not to pull your hair out! :D
p.s: I will post picture(s) of Dinner & Dance with Propnex @ Ritz Carlton soon~
Time seems to past by much easily this week. Entertaining myself with some super duper IQ game, it definately keep me from going crazy with boredom.
I shall now, introduce the game to you: The Wicked
This game is seriously mind-challenging. But beware, your brains might just melt into nothing after some serious pondering for the questions. They are tricky, and the answers are usually at some places where you least expect it. It is horrible.
My lab-mates and I, however, had fun solving them, because we laughed at people who started later then us, and we immersed in the pleasure of seeing them suffer when they could not find the correct url. (okie! i am stopping this, because it sounds sick)
yep! Nevertheless, this game had brought us closer, and at least when I reach the lab every morning, someone will be there to greet me "good morning", and I know that my life will not be as boring as before.
Phew! nothing much to blog about already. Enjoy the game, and try not to pull your hair out! :D
p.s: I will post picture(s) of Dinner & Dance with Propnex @ Ritz Carlton soon~
Monday, March 27, 2006 12:46 AM
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There were times when parents nag. There will come a time when they start nagging at how you should be independent and start paying for the things you want. Yes, I should have gone through that stage, but apprently not.
This morning, while on the way to JB (to make new glasses), my parents (or my dad) asked me for household allowance. It started since my sister brought home some money every week. Me, who is still trying to adapt to the morning hours of FYP, had offically stopped taking up part-time job in the evening, simply because I am not a robot.
It seems, from today's conversation, that it doesn't matter anymore whether I am a robot, or not. Apperently, my mum decided that I can go hell, and work on my weekends, and stop spending time doing 'nothing', which I called rest.
I mean, I am already not taking extra money from them, and only getting a measly amount of $200/mth (which even my aunt thinks is not enough), and they are expecting me to give them money, AND plus pay for my own handphone bills, And settle my transport fees, all on that measly two hundred bucks?
Oh parents! Such naive creatures!
Oh! Just for info, my parents pay for my sisters' hanphone bills, on the excuse that they do not have enough savings from their monthly allowance of $200/$150. Hello? Did you get your piorities right? A secondary student on average spends $5-6 per day in school (inclusive of recess & lunch). And how much can canteen food cost? And ever since I first got my own handphone bill, they contributed nuts.
And now, my very pampered sister who just started bringing money home for my parents is getting enrolled into the same course as me. As a very kind girl, she had just threw the whole stack of enrolment forms to my dad, who in turn threw it at me.
*KNOCK KNOCK!!* ANYONE'S HOME?
Fucking get your own enrolment done okie?! Don't expect to be so irresponsible and dump the whole thing to me, and you can continue to go Partoh with your boyfriend, and bringing home money (I never did say work is not important. But you shoul be responsible and solve your problems on your own!!!!!!!) Do the checking ups on your own, and stop waiting for people to spoon feed you. You think you need to sleep i don't need ar! (She was lying on her bed, and I asked her things regarding enrolment, and she doesn't even want to look at me, and gave me shit answers which I don't even understand, and expects me to understand her)
What is the world coming to!!!!
I simply do not understand how my parents can change overnight. Is it because I had stopped depending on them (as they had wished for) an they are taking this for granted? And why are they asking so much from me when they know that it is not within my ability to do what they want? Fuck parents, and Fuck irresponsible brainless sister! AND Fucking do your own enrolment! I did mine on my own too, so what makes you think yours will be different?
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(&*$^$@#G!@"#$(%);%_$#@$!##%$^&(|&)GHJK(&)f%$^%#$!}#@!^&T:\TR(U()%^##@
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This morning, while on the way to JB (to make new glasses), my parents (or my dad) asked me for household allowance. It started since my sister brought home some money every week. Me, who is still trying to adapt to the morning hours of FYP, had offically stopped taking up part-time job in the evening, simply because I am not a robot.
It seems, from today's conversation, that it doesn't matter anymore whether I am a robot, or not. Apperently, my mum decided that I can go hell, and work on my weekends, and stop spending time doing 'nothing', which I called rest.
I mean, I am already not taking extra money from them, and only getting a measly amount of $200/mth (which even my aunt thinks is not enough), and they are expecting me to give them money, AND plus pay for my own handphone bills, And settle my transport fees, all on that measly two hundred bucks?
Oh parents! Such naive creatures!
Oh! Just for info, my parents pay for my sisters' hanphone bills, on the excuse that they do not have enough savings from their monthly allowance of $200/$150. Hello? Did you get your piorities right? A secondary student on average spends $5-6 per day in school (inclusive of recess & lunch). And how much can canteen food cost? And ever since I first got my own handphone bill, they contributed nuts.
And now, my very pampered sister who just started bringing money home for my parents is getting enrolled into the same course as me. As a very kind girl, she had just threw the whole stack of enrolment forms to my dad, who in turn threw it at me.
*KNOCK KNOCK!!* ANYONE'S HOME?
Fucking get your own enrolment done okie?! Don't expect to be so irresponsible and dump the whole thing to me, and you can continue to go Partoh with your boyfriend, and bringing home money (I never did say work is not important. But you shoul be responsible and solve your problems on your own!!!!!!!) Do the checking ups on your own, and stop waiting for people to spoon feed you. You think you need to sleep i don't need ar! (She was lying on her bed, and I asked her things regarding enrolment, and she doesn't even want to look at me, and gave me shit answers which I don't even understand, and expects me to understand her)
What is the world coming to!!!!
I simply do not understand how my parents can change overnight. Is it because I had stopped depending on them (as they had wished for) an they are taking this for granted? And why are they asking so much from me when they know that it is not within my ability to do what they want? Fuck parents, and Fuck irresponsible brainless sister! AND Fucking do your own enrolment! I did mine on my own too, so what makes you think yours will be different?
&%$%@:$@L!#%^*(HG(_*(#!!#%*)+_+*$!D(($!G>:I%#W!#*&)[\$$@%#^X$WS
(&*$^$@#G!@"#$(%);%_$#@$!##%$^&(|&)GHJK(&)f%$^%#$!}#@!^&T:\TR(U()%^##@
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Thursday, March 23, 2006 2:56 PM
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"I'll say it is an outrage of my modesty. I'll refuse. I'll sue..."
This is what Kuanyi commented when Daryl mentioned that they might be wearing swimming trunks to do the scanning.
Yes. It is a body scan for a 3D modelling. I am not very sure of the whole process though. Just know that they need 25 boys/men to stripto their toes, and wear only a white swimming trunks. /wine nose bleed.
I have things to blog about, but I am not sure if i should say this on my blog, since it is not so private here. It'll attract more attention to my blog, and the never-ending political issues floating around the world of bloggers.
Yes, that's right. Look at how much mails those famous bloggers are getting everyday. I mean, if you are not well-liked by half of your readers, that is 'bye-bye' to you. Unless! Of course, everything comes with an 'unless'. Unless you are as thick skinned as some blogger. You'll know who I am talking about if you are a frequent blog reader.
For myself, I prefer to go to a site, and read about funny/comical incidents instead of some total bitching around, and being so comercialised. You may of course say that there are different styles of writing a blog. If the blog is just for your friends, and yourself, it doesn't really matter does it?
But instead, it is for the public, where ALOT of people are reading it per day, is it really okie to bitch around, and pass on "what you think is right" thinkings? Especially when nowadays internet is such a vulnerable technology, and younger children are exposed to all these.
I don't understand at all.
opps! I said it all!
Okie. And while I am at it, I might just finish typing all of these.
I was reading kenny sia's blog, and I saw this.
It is quite interesting, and it is hilarious.
Wanna see what is my result? You'll never guess. o.0
And my results:
Boa.
Woohoo! I look 72% like the fasio spokesperson! :D
Ain't that cool!
This is what Kuanyi commented when Daryl mentioned that they might be wearing swimming trunks to do the scanning.
Yes. It is a body scan for a 3D modelling. I am not very sure of the whole process though. Just know that they need 25 boys/men to stripto their toes, and wear only a white swimming trunks. /wine nose bleed.
I have things to blog about, but I am not sure if i should say this on my blog, since it is not so private here. It'll attract more attention to my blog, and the never-ending political issues floating around the world of bloggers.
Yes, that's right. Look at how much mails those famous bloggers are getting everyday. I mean, if you are not well-liked by half of your readers, that is 'bye-bye' to you. Unless! Of course, everything comes with an 'unless'. Unless you are as thick skinned as some blogger. You'll know who I am talking about if you are a frequent blog reader.
For myself, I prefer to go to a site, and read about funny/comical incidents instead of some total bitching around, and being so comercialised. You may of course say that there are different styles of writing a blog. If the blog is just for your friends, and yourself, it doesn't really matter does it?
But instead, it is for the public, where ALOT of people are reading it per day, is it really okie to bitch around, and pass on "what you think is right" thinkings? Especially when nowadays internet is such a vulnerable technology, and younger children are exposed to all these.
I don't understand at all.
opps! I said it all!
Okie. And while I am at it, I might just finish typing all of these.
I was reading kenny sia's blog, and I saw this.
It is quite interesting, and it is hilarious.
Wanna see what is my result? You'll never guess. o.0
And my results:
Boa.
Woohoo! I look 72% like the fasio spokesperson! :D
Ain't that cool!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006 10:31 AM
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This is getting more and more boring by the day. My daily routine?
Wake up at 7am. Get out of the house at 8am. Reach at 830. Sit in front of the computer. Nua Nua Nua Nua Nua Nua. And still Nua. Do some weird weird simple work, and then wait for 6pm to come. It is after 6pm that my life starts to get colourful.
Argh! Just a piece of shit.
I am BORED!!!
Wake up at 7am. Get out of the house at 8am. Reach at 830. Sit in front of the computer. Nua Nua Nua Nua Nua Nua. And still Nua. Do some weird weird simple work, and then wait for 6pm to come. It is after 6pm that my life starts to get colourful.
Argh! Just a piece of shit.
I am BORED!!!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006 11:07 AM
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A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
Quoted from: Eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho
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Events from yesterday had set me thinking.
Events of today left me vulnerable.
The feeling of being forgotten is terrible. It eats into my mind, my thinkings, and most importantly, that wall that I had so carefully built.
It reminded me that I am, after all, not the all smile-ly and irritating person I showed I am. It also reminded me that, noone is indisposable of, and no matter how close you are with that person, at that moment when you needed someone, you are alone.
I know this sounds like something super bad had happened to me. But no. I was merely forgotten. By my friends.
Obviously I know that it is childish of me to be greatly affected by this insignificant incident, but that's probably just women. Or maybe its just me. Sometime long ago, I had come to conclusion that I am indeed insignificant (and significant when I am of use/needed), but that little part of me refuse to admit that, and thus i continued to stray even furthur from my stand.
Now, I am tired of being used. Tired of always being around. I am going to depend on myself, and myself. First things first, I am going to rebuild the wall that crumbled so easily under the pressure of such a little incident. And as I've always said, I will still be here when you need me. But now, I will no longer be there when you have no need of me.
And someday, you will realise that it hurts to be forgotten.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
Quoted from: Eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho
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Events from yesterday had set me thinking.
Events of today left me vulnerable.
The feeling of being forgotten is terrible. It eats into my mind, my thinkings, and most importantly, that wall that I had so carefully built.
It reminded me that I am, after all, not the all smile-ly and irritating person I showed I am. It also reminded me that, noone is indisposable of, and no matter how close you are with that person, at that moment when you needed someone, you are alone.
I know this sounds like something super bad had happened to me. But no. I was merely forgotten. By my friends.
Obviously I know that it is childish of me to be greatly affected by this insignificant incident, but that's probably just women. Or maybe its just me. Sometime long ago, I had come to conclusion that I am indeed insignificant (and significant when I am of use/needed), but that little part of me refuse to admit that, and thus i continued to stray even furthur from my stand.
Now, I am tired of being used. Tired of always being around. I am going to depend on myself, and myself. First things first, I am going to rebuild the wall that crumbled so easily under the pressure of such a little incident. And as I've always said, I will still be here when you need me. But now, I will no longer be there when you have no need of me.
And someday, you will realise that it hurts to be forgotten.
Monday, March 13, 2006 10:54 PM
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First, it was Kuanyi telling me that I was overly act-cute. For now, i think that I had toned that down relatively.
Now, after toning down the act-cuteness, Yy is telling me that I am bitching too much.
Is it really my problem, or is the society taking everything too serious?
For me, what I think I did was just some harmless criticism. But to others, I am overly confident??
Quoted from Yy: "... overly confident ... thinks that every guy will fall for you ... "
Am I really giving people this type of impression? I mean, yes, i admit that I am a drama queen most of the times and I am outspoken an open to weird ideas, but com'on! Its time for relaxing man! Wouldn't it be super tiring to be so serious all time?
I am not sure about others, somehow being confident is a form of protection. From what you may ask. From harm, my dear. From young I had learnt to protect myself from external 'abuses', and one way to make sure I keep these 'abuses' to the minimum, is to be super confident of myself, so that those looking at me & myself wouldn't see my weakness.
Yes, That's the word. Weakness. It is a form low-life. A form of surrender to people who are more superior than yourself. And that is excatly what I am trying so hard to be -- A superior. In this world, there are 2 kinds of people. People who are more superior than you, and people who see you as their superior.
So now, tell me. Which type would you rather be? The one whom people look up to, or the one who look up to people?
I chose the first.
Now, after toning down the act-cuteness, Yy is telling me that I am bitching too much.
Is it really my problem, or is the society taking everything too serious?
For me, what I think I did was just some harmless criticism. But to others, I am overly confident??
Quoted from Yy: "... overly confident ... thinks that every guy will fall for you ... "
Am I really giving people this type of impression? I mean, yes, i admit that I am a drama queen most of the times and I am outspoken an open to weird ideas, but com'on! Its time for relaxing man! Wouldn't it be super tiring to be so serious all time?
I am not sure about others, somehow being confident is a form of protection. From what you may ask. From harm, my dear. From young I had learnt to protect myself from external 'abuses', and one way to make sure I keep these 'abuses' to the minimum, is to be super confident of myself, so that those looking at me & myself wouldn't see my weakness.
Yes, That's the word. Weakness. It is a form low-life. A form of surrender to people who are more superior than yourself. And that is excatly what I am trying so hard to be -- A superior. In this world, there are 2 kinds of people. People who are more superior than you, and people who see you as their superior.
So now, tell me. Which type would you rather be? The one whom people look up to, or the one who look up to people?
I chose the first.
Saturday, March 11, 2006 2:58 AM
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This entry is for the sake of my dearest biaoge who happens to be in australia now, and seems to be super bored all the time.
I am so done with exams! Finally i am free from the horror of studying till midnight, and thinking about my notes every minute whilst I am awake. And even when I was sleeping.
Yes, it is that horrible. And that shows how much exams are affecting me.
but those are over. Now! I am enjoying myself every single day, spending time with my boy, spending time at home, working, nua-ing. . .
THIS is life! yeah!
I probably need a wish list or something. That will keep me motivated.
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WISH LIST
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1. new handphone
2. digital camera
3. game console (PSP)
4. pair of new shoes
5. new pair of spectacle
6. new clothes
Now Now Now.
All these will keep me busy working so that I can earn enough to buy them right?
Actually I don't know. And anyway my final year project is starting this coming monday, so I don't think I'll have the time to spend my money, or even to earn any at all.
I am starting to dread FYP. What if I can't wake up on time? What if the supervisor don't like me? What if I can't handle my work? What if my partner is super stuck-up? What if. . . What if. . .
Bleah!
It is comforting though, to know that my boy will also be in school while I am enduring my FYP.
/me big smile!
yea yea yea~! BIG hugs to my biaoge in australia! I am missing you!!!
p.s:
For the strong-hearted, you can catch Final Destination III if you haven't. It is painfully exciting.
Haarrrrrrr!!!
I am so done with exams! Finally i am free from the horror of studying till midnight, and thinking about my notes every minute whilst I am awake. And even when I was sleeping.
Yes, it is that horrible. And that shows how much exams are affecting me.
but those are over. Now! I am enjoying myself every single day, spending time with my boy, spending time at home, working, nua-ing. . .
THIS is life! yeah!
I probably need a wish list or something. That will keep me motivated.
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WISH LIST
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1. new handphone
2. digital camera
3. game console (PSP)
4. pair of new shoes
5. new pair of spectacle
6. new clothes
Now Now Now.
All these will keep me busy working so that I can earn enough to buy them right?
Actually I don't know. And anyway my final year project is starting this coming monday, so I don't think I'll have the time to spend my money, or even to earn any at all.
I am starting to dread FYP. What if I can't wake up on time? What if the supervisor don't like me? What if I can't handle my work? What if my partner is super stuck-up? What if. . . What if. . .
Bleah!
It is comforting though, to know that my boy will also be in school while I am enduring my FYP.
/me big smile!
yea yea yea~! BIG hugs to my biaoge in australia! I am missing you!!!
p.s:
For the strong-hearted, you can catch Final Destination III if you haven't. It is painfully exciting.
Haarrrrrrr!!!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006 4:48 AM
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Click here to watch preview
Found this while i was surfing the forum. Again. =X
seems like a super super nice drama. . .
And not missing out that the girl is super kawaii~
It is sort of similar to 'God Please Give Me More Time' where the girl also have some illness and is dying. . .
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This beautifully moving drama is based on the real-life struggles of a 15-year-old girl named Aya who suffered from an incurable disease, but lived life to the fullest until her death at 25. The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen. The book that later followed entitled “One Litre of Tears" has sold over 1.1 million copies in Japan alone.
Aya's only wish was “to live." By carefully depicting Aya's earnest desire to live, and the love of her family, friends, and lover, the drama, “One Litre of Tears" wishes to deliver her simple but strong message: “Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing." ---Fuji TV
Quoted from sgForums.com
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Interested in watching. But don't know where to find this drama. . .
Hmmm. . . Shall ask my cousin. His friend might have it. (The friend is the boss of vcd rental shop) Muahaha! ! !
/me hops around and hides the fly swatter~
Found this while i was surfing the forum. Again. =X
seems like a super super nice drama. . .
And not missing out that the girl is super kawaii~
It is sort of similar to 'God Please Give Me More Time' where the girl also have some illness and is dying. . .
This beautifully moving drama is based on the real-life struggles of a 15-year-old girl named Aya who suffered from an incurable disease, but lived life to the fullest until her death at 25. The script is based on the diary Aya kept writing until she could no longer hold a pen. The book that later followed entitled “One Litre of Tears" has sold over 1.1 million copies in Japan alone.
Aya's only wish was “to live." By carefully depicting Aya's earnest desire to live, and the love of her family, friends, and lover, the drama, “One Litre of Tears" wishes to deliver her simple but strong message: “Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing." ---Fuji TV
Quoted from sgForums.com
Interested in watching. But don't know where to find this drama. . .
Hmmm. . . Shall ask my cousin. His friend might have it. (The friend is the boss of vcd rental shop) Muahaha! ! !
/me hops around and hides the fly swatter~
