My Baby R met me for dinner n movie last nite!!! Was so happy at first, coz my dissertation is due and he is havin an important paper on next Wed, really glad that he took time out of his busy schedule to meet up with me. Of course, at the same time(pat pat my own shoulders) i sacrifice too coz i am also in need of Time.
My happiness came from having is company, from our good dinner in a small restaurant that (whew..doesn't requires queuing) gives us free flow of drinks n ice-cream. But haiz...we..no i mean 'I' made a huge mistake of choosing the wrong film to watch.
We watched Quarantine, without first gettin to know more information of this movie. All i knew is that its a thriller n my colleague also recommend that i shld watch it if im looking for a thriller.
BIG MISTAKE!!!!
The show wasn't really our cup of tea, we hated the first 15-20mins of the show as its really boring, but i do agree that boring part lead me to be unexpected of how what comes next in the show. I think everyone else in the theatre thinks the same way as us. That every small detail shown in this 15min would mean somethin later on, but no. If u wish to watch this movie too, dun bother remaining that focus in this 15mins, its purely just emo-preparation. U can even skip listening to the dialogues n just keep either ur eyes or ur lips locking with ur partner, now that would make ur 10 bucks seem more worthy.
Filming style is alike "Blair witch project", but not as dizzy. Our giddiness after watchin the show actually comes from the blood n gore, screamings from Jennifer Carpenter and from sharing the despair of the characters in the show.
The attacks began with with one old women whom had been infected with a mysterious human rabis n she started attempting to bite the life out of everyone she saw. And before u know it the building was quarantine by the CDC n everyone was stuck in the doom building. And one by one, the living became attacked by the rabis-infected whom were a combi of zombie + mad dog, and like any zombie theme Play Station game, those that were bitten would raise up n join the rest in attacking the remaining survivors.
Imagaine the zombies, Dripping saliva, deep growling sound, and teeth baring all the time. And as they r stucked, the living has no way to escape to from the attacks. Watchin the show, we r like waiting for them to die.
Hmm..frankly speaking, the show was not that bad, but as i said its not our cup of tea. From our point of view, if u r looking for a movie to relax after a whole week of work n stress, this is definately a No-No.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monsters, Run!!!
Monsters are attacking the J CITY!!
I SEE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE!!!!
Received news that they have even reached my Beloved R, OMG….R told me this morning, that he had been terribly attacked by the Zzzz Monster. The Zzzz Monster causes damage in relationship, local talk time, studies and most importantly it cause one to lose TIME.
But of course it is also understooded that this monster is not totally that bad. It helps repel dark eye circles, fight dry skin and makes people have a clear mind. OMIGOD, HOW CAN I SAVE U , MY DEAR R.
And me, wat else…it’s the KG monster attacking, the KG monster using its negativity to influence people around them, constantly reminding people that they are the busiest people around. KG monsters common traits are easily recognizable, they show positivity at one second, and negative at another. They will sigh loudly and bellow their stressful level at least twice a day if not more. They walk with heavy steps, and has long hands that drape at the side and stays stationary whenever they walk.
They listen to special music which is indescribable, a genre that pop culture and mainstream will never engage in but they will be very generous in ‘sharing’ their music with people by playing it loudly. Thank God I am a person of strong will and will never let myself be psycho into hearing them. I armed myself everyday with my Mr Sony and usually defend my wall with Ayumi, Jay and Rainie.
When you are around a KG monster, beware of what you speak as they are the ones that are closest to the Almighty. They miraculously seem to have heard of everything in life, or at least knows something abt whichever topic YOU r talking abt. And will never fail to interrupt a conversation by SHARING their experiences in the topic that YOU were talking about. How nice!
KG monsters usual possess special capabilities that will allow them turn into a victimized look everytime they r giving task to you. So if u happen to as much as display a small frown, they will be in action, and you will suddenly find yourself in a situation whereby you are turn into an attacker and they r the victim. One shld learn never to say no to tasks given by KG monster or you shall find urself being convicted guilty without trial.
Should I talk abt the Sunshine Monster that is attacking my friend? Hmm…I think not, blogs should be farny, and shouldn’t be too scary.
I SEE MONSTERS EVERYWHERE!!!!
Received news that they have even reached my Beloved R, OMG….R told me this morning, that he had been terribly attacked by the Zzzz Monster. The Zzzz Monster causes damage in relationship, local talk time, studies and most importantly it cause one to lose TIME.
But of course it is also understooded that this monster is not totally that bad. It helps repel dark eye circles, fight dry skin and makes people have a clear mind. OMIGOD, HOW CAN I SAVE U , MY DEAR R.
And me, wat else…it’s the KG monster attacking, the KG monster using its negativity to influence people around them, constantly reminding people that they are the busiest people around. KG monsters common traits are easily recognizable, they show positivity at one second, and negative at another. They will sigh loudly and bellow their stressful level at least twice a day if not more. They walk with heavy steps, and has long hands that drape at the side and stays stationary whenever they walk.
They listen to special music which is indescribable, a genre that pop culture and mainstream will never engage in but they will be very generous in ‘sharing’ their music with people by playing it loudly. Thank God I am a person of strong will and will never let myself be psycho into hearing them. I armed myself everyday with my Mr Sony and usually defend my wall with Ayumi, Jay and Rainie.
When you are around a KG monster, beware of what you speak as they are the ones that are closest to the Almighty. They miraculously seem to have heard of everything in life, or at least knows something abt whichever topic YOU r talking abt. And will never fail to interrupt a conversation by SHARING their experiences in the topic that YOU were talking about. How nice!
KG monsters usual possess special capabilities that will allow them turn into a victimized look everytime they r giving task to you. So if u happen to as much as display a small frown, they will be in action, and you will suddenly find yourself in a situation whereby you are turn into an attacker and they r the victim. One shld learn never to say no to tasks given by KG monster or you shall find urself being convicted guilty without trial.
Should I talk abt the Sunshine Monster that is attacking my friend? Hmm…I think not, blogs should be farny, and shouldn’t be too scary.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Day
Ate a whole packet of Cadbury Chocettes yesterday, ate another packet today, happy~~~
Chocette make Jessi a HAPPY KID!!
Chocette make Jessi a HAPPY KID!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Farny Day
I think life is too boring le, everyone is tryin to be funny.
At work: HK Mannings (aka Guardian pharmacy) is trying to be funny, change here change there, pick here pick there, give them artwork to choose like machiam select wedding photo lidat. Gu niang~
Buy things: Bought an ugly beige old fogey looking brand new knee guard from my company brand for R again, 10 days later, Warehouse pop! another new version,a sporty look kind, more stylo, more chio, material better. Hur! Company tryin to be farny!
I work here, so-called involved in this brand also, but yet i never ever knew gt this new version coming. Company launch new product like machiam sent undercover spy lidat, always so secretive. Or maybe becoz im too small a fry. Hur hur, tryin to be FaRny...
Reading blogs: they are back again. Break, Patch, Break, Patch, they think funny ar, dunno y in this world many couples simply loves to mention break up easily whenever they quarrel. They think farny ar.
At home: yesterday first episode of Little Nyonya on channel 8, 5 mins into the show, my mum start askin me various questions of 'why she lidat, why lidat huh, issit lidat one meh'
Wah lao, trying to be farny with me.
Doing dissertation: ya as mentioned in previous entry. The main idea came to be only last night when my deadline is 5 days away, my brain is apparently tryin to be farny with me.
Boyfriend: say will stay up late to study, when i call him, sleep liao, tryin to be farny also. On msn, say busy talk tonite, when it comes to nite, he sleep liao, tryin to be even more farny.
Travel to work: leave house 20min earlier than usual, reach work place 3min earlier than yesterday. I also dunno who is tryin to be farny.
Me: write this blog entry, trying to be farny.
At work: HK Mannings (aka Guardian pharmacy) is trying to be funny, change here change there, pick here pick there, give them artwork to choose like machiam select wedding photo lidat. Gu niang~
Buy things: Bought an ugly beige old fogey looking brand new knee guard from my company brand for R again, 10 days later, Warehouse pop! another new version,a sporty look kind, more stylo, more chio, material better. Hur! Company tryin to be farny!
I work here, so-called involved in this brand also, but yet i never ever knew gt this new version coming. Company launch new product like machiam sent undercover spy lidat, always so secretive. Or maybe becoz im too small a fry. Hur hur, tryin to be FaRny...
Reading blogs: they are back again. Break, Patch, Break, Patch, they think funny ar, dunno y in this world many couples simply loves to mention break up easily whenever they quarrel. They think farny ar.
At home: yesterday first episode of Little Nyonya on channel 8, 5 mins into the show, my mum start askin me various questions of 'why she lidat, why lidat huh, issit lidat one meh'
Wah lao, trying to be farny with me.
Doing dissertation: ya as mentioned in previous entry. The main idea came to be only last night when my deadline is 5 days away, my brain is apparently tryin to be farny with me.
Boyfriend: say will stay up late to study, when i call him, sleep liao, tryin to be farny also. On msn, say busy talk tonite, when it comes to nite, he sleep liao, tryin to be even more farny.
Travel to work: leave house 20min earlier than usual, reach work place 3min earlier than yesterday. I also dunno who is tryin to be farny.
Me: write this blog entry, trying to be farny.
My Progress
Feeling stress..realli stress...
My dissertation seems to be on th right track at first, but as i progress i realise that there are many other areas in the report that needs to be improved. I have been treatin it too much like a report, it shouldn't be. It should be on whether i agree or disagree with academic theories which i have chosen. My god~~ i shld have move towards this direction earlier. I have not added much academic reference. I have no time to source for more academic journals, will have to try link up with what i have. Hope i can make it in time. This is not gonna be easy...
ARGHH!!! hATE DOING SUCH STUFF. 5 more days left. I have yet to prepare my harvard referencing yet, oh no~~~~
My dissertation seems to be on th right track at first, but as i progress i realise that there are many other areas in the report that needs to be improved. I have been treatin it too much like a report, it shouldn't be. It should be on whether i agree or disagree with academic theories which i have chosen. My god~~ i shld have move towards this direction earlier. I have not added much academic reference. I have no time to source for more academic journals, will have to try link up with what i have. Hope i can make it in time. This is not gonna be easy...
ARGHH!!! hATE DOING SUCH STUFF. 5 more days left. I have yet to prepare my harvard referencing yet, oh no~~~~
Monday, November 24, 2008
Dun smile at me le~~~~
Ok i posted a happy post just now, so its time for my actual post.
Generally, my weekend would have been fine, if one thing didn't happen. Shoes trauma.
I FUCKING HATE SHOES!!!! I FUCKING HATE THEM!!!!
Bought 2 pair of shoes from DMK in the beginning of Nov, got them at a good price and was pretty pleased with myself as its been quite long time since i went shopping.
Last Monday, one of them gave way. Yes the new shoes gave way, it had tried smiling at me i think, and it stretch its mouth too wide and the front and side part kinda split open slightly.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!
Settle on the second pair of my new purchase for work, walk walk walk, apparently they sense my bad mood for the past few days and it tried smiling at me too. This one smile even bigger. It had a bigger tear on the front. Seems that DMK did a super super lousy job in sticking the soles to their shoes.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!
Went back to the shop, and they took it back and informed very couteously that they shall sent it back to the factory and will get back to me in 2-3 weeks time on whether i will be able to get a replacement or a free shoe repair.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!!
Dressed up for Baby Kyen full month celebration. As i had no suitable shoes, i wore my sister's strappy wedges. Walk Walk Walk. Than suddenly...Piak!! The straps gave up on me. and the only good thing abt it was, i was already 100 metres away from R's place. I pop in a Mentos mint, removed the torn strap and continue walking like nothin has happen.
Im wearing my good ole slippers to work today, and i think i better stay that way this week. Shoes are out.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!!
(P.S. please note that %$@#%$@#%#@%&% is not part of my blog entry design)
Generally, my weekend would have been fine, if one thing didn't happen. Shoes trauma.
I FUCKING HATE SHOES!!!! I FUCKING HATE THEM!!!!
Bought 2 pair of shoes from DMK in the beginning of Nov, got them at a good price and was pretty pleased with myself as its been quite long time since i went shopping.
Last Monday, one of them gave way. Yes the new shoes gave way, it had tried smiling at me i think, and it stretch its mouth too wide and the front and side part kinda split open slightly.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!
Settle on the second pair of my new purchase for work, walk walk walk, apparently they sense my bad mood for the past few days and it tried smiling at me too. This one smile even bigger. It had a bigger tear on the front. Seems that DMK did a super super lousy job in sticking the soles to their shoes.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!
Went back to the shop, and they took it back and informed very couteously that they shall sent it back to the factory and will get back to me in 2-3 weeks time on whether i will be able to get a replacement or a free shoe repair.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!!
Dressed up for Baby Kyen full month celebration. As i had no suitable shoes, i wore my sister's strappy wedges. Walk Walk Walk. Than suddenly...Piak!! The straps gave up on me. and the only good thing abt it was, i was already 100 metres away from R's place. I pop in a Mentos mint, removed the torn strap and continue walking like nothin has happen.
Im wearing my good ole slippers to work today, and i think i better stay that way this week. Shoes are out.
%$@#%$@#%#@%&%!!!!!
(P.S. please note that %$@#%$@#%#@%&% is not part of my blog entry design)
Baby Kyen
Feeling happy.
Spent much time on my dissertation over the weekend. So happy to see good progress on it. Though there is still more to be covered but the whole picture is so much clearer now. :D
Went to Shengjun's baby full month celebration yesterday, the baby was so cute, unlike some babies that sleeps their time away, this baby eyes were fully open 80% of the time.
He had a unique name too, Kyen, Baby Kyen. (ok i add the baby myself), i asked the mum and apparently it means 'ancient'. Parents are giving their babies very unique names nowadays, i wonder how did their grandparents manage to pronounce this chim names. The baby even had a nice chinese name 'Qi En'. Hmm... i wonder what chim name i shall have for MY baby next time...
Friday, November 21, 2008
Quote of the Day
"Grant that i may not pray alone with the mouth; help me that i may pray from the depths of my heart"- Martin Luther (1483-1546)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Another day
Another day pass, another week gone just like that. I am still where i am.
Feeling happy. Ate durian yesterday, ate durian today and if my father dun stop buying durians, im gonna start puking soon.
Eyes feeling tired from staring at the computer screen. Overslept and was late for work every day this week. Drats....My brain seems to be full of information but these information just doesn't seem to link together into a proper dissertation.
Watch the news yesterday, feel sad....
Price for recycled papers has dipped drastically. 1 kg of old newspapers which can be sold for $0.70 are worth jus $0.14 now. Can't imagine wats gonna happen to all the old old ah ma that survives on collecting old cupboard for a living. Feel so sad for them. The 1 more empty Coke can that i pass to them, the 3 more pkt of tissues dat i bought from them, will it help, does it help?
Don't like what im doing now, but do i have a choice? 24 years of living and what have i achieve?
I am someone whom u can call, nice, friendly, truthful, i am one who can talk to anyone anywhere under any part of Singapore, even under void decks.
But so what.
Feeling happy. Ate durian yesterday, ate durian today and if my father dun stop buying durians, im gonna start puking soon.
Eyes feeling tired from staring at the computer screen. Overslept and was late for work every day this week. Drats....My brain seems to be full of information but these information just doesn't seem to link together into a proper dissertation.
Watch the news yesterday, feel sad....
Price for recycled papers has dipped drastically. 1 kg of old newspapers which can be sold for $0.70 are worth jus $0.14 now. Can't imagine wats gonna happen to all the old old ah ma that survives on collecting old cupboard for a living. Feel so sad for them. The 1 more empty Coke can that i pass to them, the 3 more pkt of tissues dat i bought from them, will it help, does it help?
Don't like what im doing now, but do i have a choice? 24 years of living and what have i achieve?
I am someone whom u can call, nice, friendly, truthful, i am one who can talk to anyone anywhere under any part of Singapore, even under void decks.
But so what.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Food No more Food
Feeling weird weird recently.A bit happy, a bit angry, a bit frustrated, a bit irritated.
I think i am suffering from mild mild depression.
Feeling fat for the past few days. Started on friday actually. After having instant noodles for dinner with R, i felt guilty, as i had add in pretty much sausages(to me its a lot) and crabmeat stick. It was pretty late already when we had our this so-call dinner.
In comparison with my recent dinner of bread and small snacks, eating a whole bowl of noodle seems like too much. R and I had a little cold war after that, and it simply makes my mood go even lower.
Sat nite;
Ate a plate of beehoon and pudding at GVSS homecoming 'party', details of that i shall save it for another blog entry.Hee...But i had told myself, no no i shall not ate anything for dinner, but still...the beehoon goes in. Add macdonald nuggets after that while waiting to go for KTV session with Miss P. All the fats....oh well~~
Sun morning;
Ate a whole packet of wanton mee for breakfast, thanks to my father. Three hours later, ate another packet of wanton mee, thanks to R. In between, i ate some tidbits here and there, drank a packet of Milo and a can of Coke. Stood in front of the mirror and look in dismay at my bulging waistline.
To make things worse, i ate a huge dinner at Serangoon, had prawn,fried chicken wings, fish steamboat,fried egg and many others. Though my sis warn me not to finish my whole bowl of rice, i ignore her n go ahead with stuffing the prawn-sauced filled rice into my stomach. I ate more than the rest that night, but i can't seem to stop myself.
One side of me was thinking, my waist is expanding, skin is stretching, but on the other hand another voice told me that its ok, u have slim down quite a lot isn't it. Plus the good company with my family and R makes my appetitite became even better.
Mon nite;
Accompanied Family to do food tasting at Marina Mandarin Hotel for my sis wedding. 8-course dinner. All the dishes were fantastic accept the vegetables with mushroom. I ate n ate n ate again...i even had 2bowls of sharkfin soup. My God, the sharkfin is like free lidat, i had like 4 big lumps of sharkfin in my first bowl and so does everyone else.
Last nite;
Bought chicken floss bun and yoghurt for dinner, pretty healthy rite, so was like ready to feel not guilty for the rest of my night, but alas while watchin teevee, there was this overpowering maggi mee smell, think someone in my block is cooking fantastic maggi mee, even my sis smell it, so im not hallucinating, so in the end. Haiz...gave in, and cook instant mee at almost 10p.m. Half-way thru, i feel really nausea already, coz i am already startin to imagine the fats n carbo entering my body, feeding my inner and outer fat cells, feel my waist ballooning...
Gettin crazy...
In the past few days, the same thing happen over and over again,the more i restrained, the more i can't stop myself from eating more. Can't stand it. When i notice how R always secretly looks at girls who r well-dressed in tight top which enhances their super curvy slim waist, i can't help but feel really really sour inside. Everyone in the world thinks u r not fat, but u knew otherwise.
I want a really really small waist, and being small built, i knew that i can do it, it just depends on how well i handle my temptations and discipline.I know im asking too much, but its simply a gal thing, and its hard to describe.
I think i am suffering from mild mild depression.
Feeling fat for the past few days. Started on friday actually. After having instant noodles for dinner with R, i felt guilty, as i had add in pretty much sausages(to me its a lot) and crabmeat stick. It was pretty late already when we had our this so-call dinner.
In comparison with my recent dinner of bread and small snacks, eating a whole bowl of noodle seems like too much. R and I had a little cold war after that, and it simply makes my mood go even lower.
Sat nite;
Ate a plate of beehoon and pudding at GVSS homecoming 'party', details of that i shall save it for another blog entry.Hee...But i had told myself, no no i shall not ate anything for dinner, but still...the beehoon goes in. Add macdonald nuggets after that while waiting to go for KTV session with Miss P. All the fats....oh well~~
Sun morning;
Ate a whole packet of wanton mee for breakfast, thanks to my father. Three hours later, ate another packet of wanton mee, thanks to R. In between, i ate some tidbits here and there, drank a packet of Milo and a can of Coke. Stood in front of the mirror and look in dismay at my bulging waistline.
To make things worse, i ate a huge dinner at Serangoon, had prawn,fried chicken wings, fish steamboat,fried egg and many others. Though my sis warn me not to finish my whole bowl of rice, i ignore her n go ahead with stuffing the prawn-sauced filled rice into my stomach. I ate more than the rest that night, but i can't seem to stop myself.
One side of me was thinking, my waist is expanding, skin is stretching, but on the other hand another voice told me that its ok, u have slim down quite a lot isn't it. Plus the good company with my family and R makes my appetitite became even better.
Mon nite;
Accompanied Family to do food tasting at Marina Mandarin Hotel for my sis wedding. 8-course dinner. All the dishes were fantastic accept the vegetables with mushroom. I ate n ate n ate again...i even had 2bowls of sharkfin soup. My God, the sharkfin is like free lidat, i had like 4 big lumps of sharkfin in my first bowl and so does everyone else.
Last nite;
Bought chicken floss bun and yoghurt for dinner, pretty healthy rite, so was like ready to feel not guilty for the rest of my night, but alas while watchin teevee, there was this overpowering maggi mee smell, think someone in my block is cooking fantastic maggi mee, even my sis smell it, so im not hallucinating, so in the end. Haiz...gave in, and cook instant mee at almost 10p.m. Half-way thru, i feel really nausea already, coz i am already startin to imagine the fats n carbo entering my body, feeding my inner and outer fat cells, feel my waist ballooning...
Gettin crazy...
In the past few days, the same thing happen over and over again,the more i restrained, the more i can't stop myself from eating more. Can't stand it. When i notice how R always secretly looks at girls who r well-dressed in tight top which enhances their super curvy slim waist, i can't help but feel really really sour inside. Everyone in the world thinks u r not fat, but u knew otherwise.
I want a really really small waist, and being small built, i knew that i can do it, it just depends on how well i handle my temptations and discipline.I know im asking too much, but its simply a gal thing, and its hard to describe.
mY WISH
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Friday, November 14, 2008
說好的幸福呢
My God, I simply love this man. Jay Chou.
His songs seem to suit every single heartbroken soul in this world, currently listening to this song. Which I find it extremely meaningful and good.
I dedicate this song to all hearts that were once heartbroken, and to those who are still healing them.
I treasured what I have now, and am glad of what that has not been taken from me. Thank you Baby, for your love and your belief in me.
Lastly, Jay Jay I LOVE YA.
妳的回話凌亂著 在這個時刻
我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 甜蜜散落了
情緒莫名的拉扯 我還愛妳呢
而妳斷斷續續唱著歌 假裝沒事了
時間過了 走了 愛情面臨選擇 妳冷了 倦了 我哭了
離開時的不快樂 妳用卡片手寫著 有些愛只給到這 真的痛了
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了
開心與不開心一一細數著 妳再不捨
那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
妳的回話凌亂著 在這個時刻
我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 甜蜜散落了
情緒莫名的拉扯 我還愛妳呢
而妳斷斷續續唱著歌 假裝沒事了
時間過了 走了 愛情面臨選擇 妳冷了 倦了 我哭了
離開時的不快樂 妳用卡片手寫著 有些愛只給到這 真的痛了
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了
開心與不開心一一細數著 妳再不捨
那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
His songs seem to suit every single heartbroken soul in this world, currently listening to this song. Which I find it extremely meaningful and good.
I dedicate this song to all hearts that were once heartbroken, and to those who are still healing them.
I treasured what I have now, and am glad of what that has not been taken from me. Thank you Baby, for your love and your belief in me.
Lastly, Jay Jay I LOVE YA.
妳的回話凌亂著 在這個時刻
我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 甜蜜散落了
情緒莫名的拉扯 我還愛妳呢
而妳斷斷續續唱著歌 假裝沒事了
時間過了 走了 愛情面臨選擇 妳冷了 倦了 我哭了
離開時的不快樂 妳用卡片手寫著 有些愛只給到這 真的痛了
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了
開心與不開心一一細數著 妳再不捨
那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
妳的回話凌亂著 在這個時刻
我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 甜蜜散落了
情緒莫名的拉扯 我還愛妳呢
而妳斷斷續續唱著歌 假裝沒事了
時間過了 走了 愛情面臨選擇 妳冷了 倦了 我哭了
離開時的不快樂 妳用卡片手寫著 有些愛只給到這 真的痛了
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了
開心與不開心一一細數著 妳再不捨
那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
怎麼了 妳累了 說好的 幸福呢
我懂了 不說了 愛淡了 夢遠了我都還記得
妳不等了 說好的 幸福呢
我錯了 淚乾了 放手了 後悔了
只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著 要怎麼停呢
Inconsiderate Smokers
Read Xiaxue's blog about inconsiderate smokers last week.
Totally agree with her, inconsiderate smokers should be given a dose of their own medicine one day. Hate smokers who live in their own smoky world and disregard the feelings and health of the people around them.
In my company, we have a unisex toilet, and our pantry which has big big open windows happens to be link to the toilet. So in order to reach the toilet, u die die have to walk past the pantry. And most of the smokers would usually gather together in the morning to have their daily dose while waiting for their free coffee which was prepared my our faithful Auntie.
I really pity Auntie, she was a very very nice smiley auntie whom helps us clean up the place and help with whatever misc jobs that is within her means. I pity her, as she has endure all these smoke while preparing the daily coffee.
Worse thing is these assholes not only smoke in the pantry, but they smoke in the small toilet cubicles too. Can't understand whats going on in the mind of these bloody bastards. I can accept them smoking at the pantty as there is a window, but inside a toilet cubicle is just crazy. There are only 2 cubicles, and sometimes both cubicles are used by these bloody bastards whom use their ass to think.
My Pores, My nicely wash hair, My nails, they are all infiltrated with the dirty smelly smoke.
Makes me suffocate every time i enter a 'smoky' toilet. Sitting at my work desk is already suffocating, but go toilet also mus suffocate, oh man, thats too much man.
Hope my CEO(whom is a non-smoker) will dealt with them seriously one day, maybe like suan them jialat jialat during DND or something, make them sibeh sibeh sia suay. Make them bowed and kneel down in front of the whole company and beg for our forgiveness. Allow every single staff to stash a lit cigarette up their nostrils, ears and asshole and let it burn till its end. And im talking abt EVERY SINGLE STAFF.
Totally agree with her, inconsiderate smokers should be given a dose of their own medicine one day. Hate smokers who live in their own smoky world and disregard the feelings and health of the people around them.
In my company, we have a unisex toilet, and our pantry which has big big open windows happens to be link to the toilet. So in order to reach the toilet, u die die have to walk past the pantry. And most of the smokers would usually gather together in the morning to have their daily dose while waiting for their free coffee which was prepared my our faithful Auntie.
I really pity Auntie, she was a very very nice smiley auntie whom helps us clean up the place and help with whatever misc jobs that is within her means. I pity her, as she has endure all these smoke while preparing the daily coffee.
Worse thing is these assholes not only smoke in the pantry, but they smoke in the small toilet cubicles too. Can't understand whats going on in the mind of these bloody bastards. I can accept them smoking at the pantty as there is a window, but inside a toilet cubicle is just crazy. There are only 2 cubicles, and sometimes both cubicles are used by these bloody bastards whom use their ass to think.
My Pores, My nicely wash hair, My nails, they are all infiltrated with the dirty smelly smoke.
Makes me suffocate every time i enter a 'smoky' toilet. Sitting at my work desk is already suffocating, but go toilet also mus suffocate, oh man, thats too much man.
Hope my CEO(whom is a non-smoker) will dealt with them seriously one day, maybe like suan them jialat jialat during DND or something, make them sibeh sibeh sia suay. Make them bowed and kneel down in front of the whole company and beg for our forgiveness. Allow every single staff to stash a lit cigarette up their nostrils, ears and asshole and let it burn till its end. And im talking abt EVERY SINGLE STAFF.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
80 cents Egg
Sharing with every one my Breakfast today!!
Old Chang Kee Laksa Goreng.
Its my all-time favourite. Cost $1.80! Its supposed to be $1 but the addition of an egg costs 80 cents more. 80 CENTS MORE!!!
MY GOD!!! This is even more expensive than what I paid for when I asked for additional egg for my Mee Hoon Kuay or Chap Chye Peng. Nevertheless money has been pass over, its gone n in my stomach now, so case closed.
I MUST REMEMBER, NEVER TO ADD EGG IN MY OLD CHANG KEE NOODLES!
80cents is small change, yes, but it makes me feel stupid to continue paying for an expensive egg.
Found a sticker pasted on the styro box.
“O good morning breakfast
To ensure optimal freshness and taste, all breakfast products are best consumed before 11am on the day of purchase.”
I guess perhaps they have been receiving complaints from customers about this issue. Guess this is to deter customers from buying it and keeping it all the way till lunch time. But I was just wondering why is dat so?? As in, this is noodles right, and other than this, OCK sells friend bee hoon and fried mee too, and I have always thot that it is alright to kept such food till many hours later.
Hmmm…
Haiz… ate my breakfast too fast again….i had reminded myself to ate my noodles slowly…heard that eating food slowly aids in better digestion which = slimmer tummy.
But food’s gone before I knew it. Haiz…
Sad Grades
Realised that ive been bloggin almost every day recently. I suspect ppl/friends muz be thinkin 'tis gal is realli jin wu eng' , but hey actually its NOT becoz im very eng ok, its becoz my life is so interesting, i can't wait to share. And if i share it verbally, there is just not enough time for me to finish all information.
(friends, now u knw why i talk very very fast during schling days)
Its like, no matter how often i spoke to my bf on the phone n in person, there will bound to be gossips whereby i wanted to tell but didn't get a chance to.
Anyway, today is a sad day lar. Failed my dissertation. Expected it already.
Haha.
But lucky thing is, as ive passed all other modules,the sch actually review my grades n is willing to offer me an OTR(Option to Retrieve)which means i get to re-submit my dissertation together with the next batch of students. Im still gonna get my 3rd class Honours degree if i pass it eventually. Gotta give my all this time round, i believe i can do it.
Which means the next 20 days gonna be a crucial period. Need to work hard. Well well well, just as well, Baby needs to study for his upcoming exams too, so lets work hard together, and then when we r done, we shall continue watch our HK drama!!
(friends, now u knw why i talk very very fast during schling days)
Its like, no matter how often i spoke to my bf on the phone n in person, there will bound to be gossips whereby i wanted to tell but didn't get a chance to.
Anyway, today is a sad day lar. Failed my dissertation. Expected it already.
Haha.
But lucky thing is, as ive passed all other modules,the sch actually review my grades n is willing to offer me an OTR(Option to Retrieve)which means i get to re-submit my dissertation together with the next batch of students. Im still gonna get my 3rd class Honours degree if i pass it eventually. Gotta give my all this time round, i believe i can do it.
Which means the next 20 days gonna be a crucial period. Need to work hard. Well well well, just as well, Baby needs to study for his upcoming exams too, so lets work hard together, and then when we r done, we shall continue watch our HK drama!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Ariel Birthday
Celebrated Ariel's birthday on Sat at Sentosa.
Spent a lot. Heart pain. Very pain. haha
Spent a lot. Heart pain. Very pain. haha
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
My Beauty Purchase
My new Beauty Purchase!!
Went to the Laneige Beauty Bazaar i think 2 weeks ago, bought very little things coz there was very little things to buy anyway. But im still very happy i managed to get my Power Refiner. Its so cheap, the whole box costs just $40!! My refiner costs me $38 on normal days, so its really a great great buy.
Bought a promo set for my Facial spray too. My Avene Thermal water
Im kinda addicted to this liao, spray my face like 5 times today. Shiok. It cost just $29.90 to get 3 big bottles of 150ml facial spray. imagine that!!! 3 BIG BOTTLES at just $29.90. Previously i was using Evian's facial spray and it cost me only $6.90 for a 50ml bottle, i thot that was cheap, but my Avene is even cheaper!!!! The original retail size of Avene 150ml cost like $20 over dollars in its own, so this is really a steal man.
OMG, im gonna have crystal clear skin, dewy dewy one somemore. Call me babe, dats my middle name from now on, Jessica Babe Kong.
Hmm....sounds a little funny, oh well... Just call me babe.
Went to the Laneige Beauty Bazaar i think 2 weeks ago, bought very little things coz there was very little things to buy anyway. But im still very happy i managed to get my Power Refiner. Its so cheap, the whole box costs just $40!! My refiner costs me $38 on normal days, so its really a great great buy.
Bought a promo set for my Facial spray too. My Avene Thermal water
Im kinda addicted to this liao, spray my face like 5 times today. Shiok. It cost just $29.90 to get 3 big bottles of 150ml facial spray. imagine that!!! 3 BIG BOTTLES at just $29.90. Previously i was using Evian's facial spray and it cost me only $6.90 for a 50ml bottle, i thot that was cheap, but my Avene is even cheaper!!!! The original retail size of Avene 150ml cost like $20 over dollars in its own, so this is really a steal man.
OMG, im gonna have crystal clear skin, dewy dewy one somemore. Call me babe, dats my middle name from now on, Jessica Babe Kong.
Hmm....sounds a little funny, oh well... Just call me babe.
KTV
I WANNA GO KARAOKE, I WANNA GO KARAOKE, I WANNA GO KARAOKE, I WANNA GO KARAOKE, I WANNA GO KARAOKE, I WANNA GO KARAOOOKKEEE!!!!I WANNA GO KTV GO KTV GO KTV!!!I WANNA GO KTV I WANNA GO KTV I WANNA GO KTV!!!!
*pause
*look around*
*shake head profusely*
I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE...
*pause
*look around*
*shake head profusely*
I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE I DUN WANNA GO KARAOKE...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Gold. Precious Gold
For a friend:
Dun you miss the past sometimes, the beautiful past whereby boys r just boys, they dun hurt the way they do now. The past where we r in control of our love, in control of who we wanna date and like to date. The past where heart break is just crying over a friend's shoulders for a day or two and its back into another dating game.
That's past, yes i agree my friend. But sometimes change happen only because we want it to happen. We r still ourselves. No matter how high is the wall, how strong is the defense, we will still be who we r, past.present.future.
I learnt something over the weekend and am here to share.
Discouragement is a choice. We choose to feel encourage or to be discouraged. Happiness could be waiting just around the corner if we could just face it boldly. Does a baby stop learning to walk after continous falling? NO. Does a mother stop loving their kids after being deceive several times throughout their child's growing years? NO.
Therefore i encourage you my friend. To take a step of faith. To be bold in controlling your own destiny. Should it be a failure or success, at least we have tried.
To me, Good men r like precious gold hidden in mines, waiting to be discovered only after many years of digging. I struck my gold, and i hope u found urs too.
Dun you miss the past sometimes, the beautiful past whereby boys r just boys, they dun hurt the way they do now. The past where we r in control of our love, in control of who we wanna date and like to date. The past where heart break is just crying over a friend's shoulders for a day or two and its back into another dating game.
That's past, yes i agree my friend. But sometimes change happen only because we want it to happen. We r still ourselves. No matter how high is the wall, how strong is the defense, we will still be who we r, past.present.future.
I learnt something over the weekend and am here to share.
Discouragement is a choice. We choose to feel encourage or to be discouraged. Happiness could be waiting just around the corner if we could just face it boldly. Does a baby stop learning to walk after continous falling? NO. Does a mother stop loving their kids after being deceive several times throughout their child's growing years? NO.
Therefore i encourage you my friend. To take a step of faith. To be bold in controlling your own destiny. Should it be a failure or success, at least we have tried.
To me, Good men r like precious gold hidden in mines, waiting to be discovered only after many years of digging. I struck my gold, and i hope u found urs too.
HK Drama the best!
Felt totally Stupid on Sunday. I was complaining to R on how suay i was, how i didn't manage to watch my DVD coz there wasn't any disc in the box, he look at the box, toy with it for awhile and VOILa~ THE DVDS appear.
Turn out that the DVDs was embedded into the box, stupid asshole man. Was laughed By R, boo-hoo~~ hey i wasted a good saturday afternoon hor as a result.
The Secret Compartment
SmokeScreen that cause me to waste a Saturday
When its closed. Beautiful box that is. But I HATE MOONCAKES. YUCKY stuff
But ok la, after much waiting i finially manage to start. Watch 5 episodes together with R. The drama was really drama, fantastic show, intriguing right from the beginning till the end of every single episode. Can't wait to continue watchin the remaining discs, R already kinda agitated, he the kind that treats show very seriously one. If the bad guy is really bad, he cannot stand it one, and he will feel like the bad guy in the show has just killed his own mother lidat.
Haha so funny one him. Well i hope the show's romantic scenes can rub off some effect on him too.
Turn out that the DVDs was embedded into the box, stupid asshole man. Was laughed By R, boo-hoo~~ hey i wasted a good saturday afternoon hor as a result.
The Secret Compartment
SmokeScreen that cause me to waste a Saturday
When its closed. Beautiful box that is. But I HATE MOONCAKES. YUCKY stuff
But ok la, after much waiting i finially manage to start. Watch 5 episodes together with R. The drama was really drama, fantastic show, intriguing right from the beginning till the end of every single episode. Can't wait to continue watchin the remaining discs, R already kinda agitated, he the kind that treats show very seriously one. If the bad guy is really bad, he cannot stand it one, and he will feel like the bad guy in the show has just killed his own mother lidat.
Haha so funny one him. Well i hope the show's romantic scenes can rub off some effect on him too.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Happy Saturday
Quiet Saturday Afternoon. Nothin to do so blog la.
Super sianz now, Baby got ACCA lesson at 2-6p.m n i gotta meet Lide & gang at 6pm in Vivo to celebrate Ariel's birthday.Thot my afternoon can be well-spent by watching the HongKong Drama <家好月圆>, open the box to find out that its empty.
WAH LIAO~~~SICK MAN!!!!!!
Turns out the full set consist of actually 2 box, one box contains the full set of DVDs and the other box is purely just booklets that containes description of the characters in the drama. And of course la, i kena the box that contains the booklet one la...the other box is in my colleague Joyce's hands. We both incl.canny(my manager whom kindly loan us the DVD set) thot those SCV executive so nice give us 2 sets, turns out is I WAS STUPID.
I had even went to NTUC, buy drinks buy tidbits, all ready to settle in front of my teevee leh....sick lor...lagi worse my home pc spoil, so i can't surf net. MY GOD! ARGHHHH!!!!
I think i muz have look extremely depressed, coz my bro actually volunteer to loan me his own precious laptop for blogging and other self-entertain purposes. This has seldom seldom happen, coz my bro is someone whom for some reason feels that his sister, me has this miraculous Midas touch. As in whatever thing that passes thru my hands will either self-combust or dieded with unknown reason that is not explainable with Science.
Trust me, whenever our pc spoil or some other gadget goes down, my explaination using Science will never be accepted. Try telling him that a PC usually has a lifespan of 3 yrs before it starts givin u problem, and he gonna tell u in ur face that that never happens when HE is the one using it.
ARGHHHH.!!!! I miss my Baby. He watching Arsenal match tonight, and will only be meeting me after that, face feels so empty now. How i hope he is right in front of him and i can bury my entire face into his tummy. Y tummy? duh~~ u think with a 40cm difference i can reach his face or even his chest, tummy lar. tummmy good, has good cushion effect, coz its so fatty.
oh, i received a call from a silly telemarketer jus now.
[Ring Ring~~ Ring Ring~]
Tele: 对不起小姐，打扰一下，请问你会说华语吗？
Me: HUH，UM...我不会....
Tele: 喔好，谢谢你。
[Click. Toop...toop...]
Me: Oops.....!!???!!
Well gotta get busy now, has loads of clothes to wash actually, and lotsa peeps blogs to read. (i simply lurve readin people's life)
Super sianz now, Baby got ACCA lesson at 2-6p.m n i gotta meet Lide & gang at 6pm in Vivo to celebrate Ariel's birthday.Thot my afternoon can be well-spent by watching the HongKong Drama <家好月圆>, open the box to find out that its empty.
WAH LIAO~~~SICK MAN!!!!!!
Turns out the full set consist of actually 2 box, one box contains the full set of DVDs and the other box is purely just booklets that containes description of the characters in the drama. And of course la, i kena the box that contains the booklet one la...the other box is in my colleague Joyce's hands. We both incl.canny(my manager whom kindly loan us the DVD set) thot those SCV executive so nice give us 2 sets, turns out is I WAS STUPID.
I had even went to NTUC, buy drinks buy tidbits, all ready to settle in front of my teevee leh....sick lor...lagi worse my home pc spoil, so i can't surf net. MY GOD! ARGHHHH!!!!
I think i muz have look extremely depressed, coz my bro actually volunteer to loan me his own precious laptop for blogging and other self-entertain purposes. This has seldom seldom happen, coz my bro is someone whom for some reason feels that his sister, me has this miraculous Midas touch. As in whatever thing that passes thru my hands will either self-combust or dieded with unknown reason that is not explainable with Science.
Trust me, whenever our pc spoil or some other gadget goes down, my explaination using Science will never be accepted. Try telling him that a PC usually has a lifespan of 3 yrs before it starts givin u problem, and he gonna tell u in ur face that that never happens when HE is the one using it.
ARGHHHH.!!!! I miss my Baby. He watching Arsenal match tonight, and will only be meeting me after that, face feels so empty now. How i hope he is right in front of him and i can bury my entire face into his tummy. Y tummy? duh~~ u think with a 40cm difference i can reach his face or even his chest, tummy lar. tummmy good, has good cushion effect, coz its so fatty.
oh, i received a call from a silly telemarketer jus now.
[Ring Ring~~ Ring Ring~]
Tele: 对不起小姐，打扰一下，请问你会说华语吗？
Me: HUH，UM...我不会....
Tele: 喔好，谢谢你。
[Click. Toop...toop...]
Me: Oops.....!!???!!
Well gotta get busy now, has loads of clothes to wash actually, and lotsa peeps blogs to read. (i simply lurve readin people's life)
Friday, November 07, 2008
Shoes.Man.Women
My new shoes is irritating the shit out of me. (Thank God i shad this morning, so still not dat bad i guess)
Yeah, you got it. New shoes= Angry Blisters. Thot i can like dong till i reach office coz i gt plasters standby there. But liao eh~~super painful lor, my blisters had already burst by the time i reach my workplace.
Im wearing those shiny kind of flat pumps and i thot that since its flat i can walk faster and more 'shu fu', i was so wrong, so now im like 'bai ka' walking around my office.
I seriously think dat when the Bible states that God inflict labour pains upon Eve, they forgot to mention blisters (that comes from new shoes) comes along with it too. Ar bo how come blisters from new shoes seems to always be coming from the ladies and not the men. I seriously have never came across male friends who come up to me and say their new shoes r causing them blisters. (but ok la seriously if a guy came up to me n whine abt this, i will probably slap him n shout in his face 'BE A MAN k, BE A MAN'.
I know i know they probably and maybe, perhaps a few of the men do have blisters. BUT WE LADIES HAVE IT ALL THE TIME!!!
I dunno about other people, but 99% of my female friends will complain to me about blisters n the need to have plasters standby when they r wearing new shoes.
And if you happen to be that 1%, than you r either super blessed with super heng skin (n i absolutely gonna hate u for dat, coz im super jealous) or f**k you, get real, YOU R SO FAKE!
Since im at this topic, i thot i shld go jus a little further. Dun u girls find it unfair sometimes, just sometimes, i still love God for all his plans and arrangements, but sometimes i feel it that way. God made Adam toil the field for the rest of his life and labour pain for Eve, but several thousands years later, now most Men work in a f**king air-conditioned office and wats more they tend to get promotion faster than us too (if they r f**king good lookin n has a blardy good tongue)
Now wat about us women, we after several years, continue to suffer from the same labour pains, and continue to suffer from deteriorating looks, fats, and charm. Of course i know some wld say, hey u can still look good if you try.
yeah i totally agree 世上没有丑女人只有懒女人, but this applies to women with money to do botox, buy EFFECIVE skincare which either dun really exist or they cost a bomb. Wat to do.
So therefore, i have already decided long long time ago, that is, rather than sit back and made useless complaints. I went directly to the manufacturer, the creator himself to complaint. Seriously, every now & than, i pray for Good skin, youthful looks, as of now,so far so good. I think i definately look younger than my actual age.
See, im not that bimbo after all, *wink.
Yeah, you got it. New shoes= Angry Blisters. Thot i can like dong till i reach office coz i gt plasters standby there. But liao eh~~super painful lor, my blisters had already burst by the time i reach my workplace.
Im wearing those shiny kind of flat pumps and i thot that since its flat i can walk faster and more 'shu fu', i was so wrong, so now im like 'bai ka' walking around my office.
I seriously think dat when the Bible states that God inflict labour pains upon Eve, they forgot to mention blisters (that comes from new shoes) comes along with it too. Ar bo how come blisters from new shoes seems to always be coming from the ladies and not the men. I seriously have never came across male friends who come up to me and say their new shoes r causing them blisters. (but ok la seriously if a guy came up to me n whine abt this, i will probably slap him n shout in his face 'BE A MAN k, BE A MAN'.
I know i know they probably and maybe, perhaps a few of the men do have blisters. BUT WE LADIES HAVE IT ALL THE TIME!!!
I dunno about other people, but 99% of my female friends will complain to me about blisters n the need to have plasters standby when they r wearing new shoes.
And if you happen to be that 1%, than you r either super blessed with super heng skin (n i absolutely gonna hate u for dat, coz im super jealous) or f**k you, get real, YOU R SO FAKE!
Since im at this topic, i thot i shld go jus a little further. Dun u girls find it unfair sometimes, just sometimes, i still love God for all his plans and arrangements, but sometimes i feel it that way. God made Adam toil the field for the rest of his life and labour pain for Eve, but several thousands years later, now most Men work in a f**king air-conditioned office and wats more they tend to get promotion faster than us too (if they r f**king good lookin n has a blardy good tongue)
Now wat about us women, we after several years, continue to suffer from the same labour pains, and continue to suffer from deteriorating looks, fats, and charm. Of course i know some wld say, hey u can still look good if you try.
yeah i totally agree 世上没有丑女人只有懒女人, but this applies to women with money to do botox, buy EFFECIVE skincare which either dun really exist or they cost a bomb. Wat to do.
So therefore, i have already decided long long time ago, that is, rather than sit back and made useless complaints. I went directly to the manufacturer, the creator himself to complaint. Seriously, every now & than, i pray for Good skin, youthful looks, as of now,so far so good. I think i definately look younger than my actual age.
See, im not that bimbo after all, *wink.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Prayer Powerhouse
Reach office pretty early again. Fourth time this week. And im startin to get really proud of myself *grinning ear to ear', and why is that so? Because Jessica has been a good obedient servant this week, she voluntarily goes to her church 7pm prayer meeting every single day.
I am visioning God right now, looking down at me from the white fluffy clouds, noddin his head gently, smiling approvingly at me. And then my Lord would give me a wink, and stick out his thumb. Aw...loves....
Well i kinda enjoy the prayer meeting for the past few days,i feel invigorated and alert, even though it means waking up at 4 plus in the morning. I dun really have a choice man, with so many children of God in my household, i need to be considerate so that the rest can have their chance in the bathroom. And i always feel that the more sacrifice i made, the more that Big Guy up there gonna smile at me.
BUT....of course lousy sh*t stuff do still happen on random.
Ahhh..some one of u r thinking already ahh...its coming...how can Jessica suddenly become Miss Positive and be all praises abt her life, ahh...the bad stuff i leave for the last.
I was being fly aeroplane early in the morning by my own siblings! How great can that be. Me being the good obedient sister, woke up first, quickly bathe and get out of the bathroom only to have my sister told me 5 mins later that she is not attending the prayer meeting today coz she has an examination to invigilate. Fine!
i look at the clock, its still early, so seeing tht my father was still hogging the kitchen bathroom, i waited for 15mins so that my beloved brother can have that 15mins more of his precious sleep.
And hey hey hey, guess wat. He scratch his head and told me that he is not attending the prayer meeting too as he has many work to do later. And because he is not going, so is my sister-in-law. And when i told him that our beloved sister is not going as well, it suddenly becomes my fault for not telling them earlier. #@$*#@. I reassure him that im fine with travelling by myself and he went back to sleep.
Knewing that if i werer to skip the prayer session due to no free ride, im very very sure i will feel bad and guilty for the rest of my day, maybe even for the rest of te week...or maybe worse till God knows when...
So i slept in the living rm for awhile, coz its really still super early. 5:35a.m, and than start travelling to Paya Lebar on my own. My new shoes starts giving me problems, and i can feel my mood gettin more n more irritated as the seconds goes by.
The best or shld i say worse part is that, being alone is ok, i had wanted to sit somewhere near the entrance like where i seat for the past few days, but wah liao~the smiley urshurer eagerly brought me to a seat that is very very far in, 3 rows in front of the stage somemore.
Its fine actually..but...%#$@$# i was seated next to this indonesian guy that look harmless when i seat next to him, but once i settle myself, he start liao, wah liao 98% of the people in the hall made their personal prayer seriously and softly, some may pray intensely BUT SOFTLY!!but this guy here had to be from that 2%, he prayed sounding like a Muslim, for a sec i really thot its a Muslim faking as a christian sitting beside me. Than i realise he's an Indonesian. He keeping shouting ALLAH, OH ALLAH every now & than. As background worship music was being played, this smart guy actually sing and humm and sing & humm along with the music, breaking the seriousness around us.
ITS SUPPOSE TO BE PERSONAL PRAYER SESSION!!!!
he sing soft never mind but its LOUD!!and then he prayed in simple and broken ENGLISH, if he had prayed in Bahase Indonesia than never mind u know, coz i can simply brush it off as he is prayingin tongues aloud coz i dun understand BI, but no..smart guy here prayed aloud in ENGLISH.So how can i not be extremely distracted when this guy speaks in Language i totally undrstand.
And mind u, he is sitting right next to me, shoulders to shoulders. And whichever thoughts that runs in my head this morning would like melt down and a deflated balloon.
Now, im not tryin to be a bitch in the house of God, but hey, i think its fair that me and the few ppl ard him deserves our own good prayer session with God as well. But God probably did a good thing for me, i wanna think he did it so that i feel good. And that is Thank God, pastor did not asked us to hold hands with our neighbours to pray together, we had did that for the past few days and today is the only day we did not need to do that.
And Thank God for that, i think i would take a plastic knife and stab him from his nostrils if he even tried touching my hand. (Oh y plastic, coz im a Christian and its not really nice to say its a real knife, *smilez)
I am visioning God right now, looking down at me from the white fluffy clouds, noddin his head gently, smiling approvingly at me. And then my Lord would give me a wink, and stick out his thumb. Aw...loves....
Well i kinda enjoy the prayer meeting for the past few days,i feel invigorated and alert, even though it means waking up at 4 plus in the morning. I dun really have a choice man, with so many children of God in my household, i need to be considerate so that the rest can have their chance in the bathroom. And i always feel that the more sacrifice i made, the more that Big Guy up there gonna smile at me.
BUT....of course lousy sh*t stuff do still happen on random.
Ahhh..some one of u r thinking already ahh...its coming...how can Jessica suddenly become Miss Positive and be all praises abt her life, ahh...the bad stuff i leave for the last.
I was being fly aeroplane early in the morning by my own siblings! How great can that be. Me being the good obedient sister, woke up first, quickly bathe and get out of the bathroom only to have my sister told me 5 mins later that she is not attending the prayer meeting today coz she has an examination to invigilate. Fine!
i look at the clock, its still early, so seeing tht my father was still hogging the kitchen bathroom, i waited for 15mins so that my beloved brother can have that 15mins more of his precious sleep.
And hey hey hey, guess wat. He scratch his head and told me that he is not attending the prayer meeting too as he has many work to do later. And because he is not going, so is my sister-in-law. And when i told him that our beloved sister is not going as well, it suddenly becomes my fault for not telling them earlier. #@$*#@. I reassure him that im fine with travelling by myself and he went back to sleep.
Knewing that if i werer to skip the prayer session due to no free ride, im very very sure i will feel bad and guilty for the rest of my day, maybe even for the rest of te week...or maybe worse till God knows when...
So i slept in the living rm for awhile, coz its really still super early. 5:35a.m, and than start travelling to Paya Lebar on my own. My new shoes starts giving me problems, and i can feel my mood gettin more n more irritated as the seconds goes by.
The best or shld i say worse part is that, being alone is ok, i had wanted to sit somewhere near the entrance like where i seat for the past few days, but wah liao~the smiley urshurer eagerly brought me to a seat that is very very far in, 3 rows in front of the stage somemore.
Its fine actually..but...%#$@$# i was seated next to this indonesian guy that look harmless when i seat next to him, but once i settle myself, he start liao, wah liao 98% of the people in the hall made their personal prayer seriously and softly, some may pray intensely BUT SOFTLY!!but this guy here had to be from that 2%, he prayed sounding like a Muslim, for a sec i really thot its a Muslim faking as a christian sitting beside me. Than i realise he's an Indonesian. He keeping shouting ALLAH, OH ALLAH every now & than. As background worship music was being played, this smart guy actually sing and humm and sing & humm along with the music, breaking the seriousness around us.
ITS SUPPOSE TO BE PERSONAL PRAYER SESSION!!!!
he sing soft never mind but its LOUD!!and then he prayed in simple and broken ENGLISH, if he had prayed in Bahase Indonesia than never mind u know, coz i can simply brush it off as he is prayingin tongues aloud coz i dun understand BI, but no..smart guy here prayed aloud in ENGLISH.So how can i not be extremely distracted when this guy speaks in Language i totally undrstand.
And mind u, he is sitting right next to me, shoulders to shoulders. And whichever thoughts that runs in my head this morning would like melt down and a deflated balloon.
Now, im not tryin to be a bitch in the house of God, but hey, i think its fair that me and the few ppl ard him deserves our own good prayer session with God as well. But God probably did a good thing for me, i wanna think he did it so that i feel good. And that is Thank God, pastor did not asked us to hold hands with our neighbours to pray together, we had did that for the past few days and today is the only day we did not need to do that.
And Thank God for that, i think i would take a plastic knife and stab him from his nostrils if he even tried touching my hand. (Oh y plastic, coz im a Christian and its not really nice to say its a real knife, *smilez)
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
More Halloween,
Halloween mood still in me. More pics to share. In the mood to bitch jus a little.
First one. Ballerinas that tried to look ghostly, but without a trace of 'blood', they looked like they simply just had a hard day at the studio. I heard from friend, the ribbon ard their neck is suppose to symbolise their death thru hanging, oooo...creepy...but not a trace of blood..um...ya, so to me is still another typical tryin to act chio durin Halloween but dun wan to be obvious. I hate posers. If they try to be posers during normal day nvm, but on Halloween, wah lao hello~~~life too boring no dressed up party to go too izit. Wah liao~~
Close up on my bloodied face, now this is wat i call dead people, ok la my eyes still open so its almost dead
Me with the Sexy Policewomen. Nice outfit she has i admit, though the cameramen (baby R) tried but still we failed to get shots of her cleavage, hmm.... i wonder why......oh ya, im still tryin to figure wats so halloween abt her outfit. Perfectly done eye make up somemore. hmm..Pointers anyone...
My gal friends that r real n do not try to act chio like so many others i have seen, dats y i simply love them. All of them r pretty, chio women, but yet on Halloween they r sporty enough to hide their pretty faces behind icky white face paint.
Bloodied Me
Its Oreo time!
Pics at Harris Batam Resort
Yeah time to share my Batam pics, as mentioned this is the beautiful room i had rave about in my previous entry. At the price of just 100/pax for my package which incl all the ferry tix, bus ride to town and breakfast, dinner blah blah, to have such a room is like WOW
Room shot, which is actually bright windy, airy and cheerful
The view from the Balcony
Ok and now for the seafood at Delima Seafood restaurant, as u can see below, our jaws dropped when the staff bring us this miserable plate of skinny prawn.Its not fresh taste weird and soggy and smelly.
We ordered crab but the staff gave us CRAP!!! This orange stuff taste nothin like the usual delicious chilli crab we had in Sunny Singapore. This dead meat taste like um...dead meat.
The meat was not firm, it taste like mashed crumply smelly meat under the disguise of its chilli sauce, and becoz its so mashed, we had a hard time digging the meat out from the shell. R was really disappointed when he ate the pincers, u know how shiok one usually feels when u hold a seemingly big fat pincer and u thot once u break the shell, u confirm gonna see a big fat chunk of juicy glistening crab meat.
But NER-OHhh....
R found himself looking at s surprisingly slim meat, its like the size of a seafood stick (a.k.a crabmeat), from a crab pincer, i think the crab is tryin to be funny with us. Its like it probably is some kinda of super model crab that is on a strict vegetarian diet, and therefore when it dieded even the meat is damn slim.
Me looking really sad at the pathetic plate of dry white rice, its not even fragrant rice lor.
Found this old school juke box. Reminds me of poly days, where i will drop 2 50 cent coins for 2 Spice gals/Madonna song. Their bowling center looks really retro too,the whole look is very 70-80s looking. Cool~~
Room shot, which is actually bright windy, airy and cheerful
The view from the Balcony
Ok and now for the seafood at Delima Seafood restaurant, as u can see below, our jaws dropped when the staff bring us this miserable plate of skinny prawn.Its not fresh taste weird and soggy and smelly.
We ordered crab but the staff gave us CRAP!!! This orange stuff taste nothin like the usual delicious chilli crab we had in Sunny Singapore. This dead meat taste like um...dead meat.
The meat was not firm, it taste like mashed crumply smelly meat under the disguise of its chilli sauce, and becoz its so mashed, we had a hard time digging the meat out from the shell. R was really disappointed when he ate the pincers, u know how shiok one usually feels when u hold a seemingly big fat pincer and u thot once u break the shell, u confirm gonna see a big fat chunk of juicy glistening crab meat.
But NER-OHhh....
R found himself looking at s surprisingly slim meat, its like the size of a seafood stick (a.k.a crabmeat), from a crab pincer, i think the crab is tryin to be funny with us. Its like it probably is some kinda of super model crab that is on a strict vegetarian diet, and therefore when it dieded even the meat is damn slim.
Me looking really sad at the pathetic plate of dry white rice, its not even fragrant rice lor.
Found this old school juke box. Reminds me of poly days, where i will drop 2 50 cent coins for 2 Spice gals/Madonna song. Their bowling center looks really retro too,the whole look is very 70-80s looking. Cool~~
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
The Signs
Saw this while having lunch in Potong Pasir today. Apparently this popular coffeeshop which is near to this Indian temple are having problems with car parking slongside the road, which results in pollution, noise and inconvenience to patrons and residents living there.
"Kindly park your vehicle at the carpark behind our coffeeshop. Thank you"
Apparently, the owner of this car muz have been
a) Blind
b) Dunno how to read english
c) a delivery man trying to act rich
or perhaps d) dun bother, heck care.
Sad to say but in this world, many people falls in this category. And i hate them. I have nothing against hungry drivers but i simply hate people whom have a lousy taste of music and likes to blast lousy music from their phones, mp3 and LAPTOPS!!! Irritating.
"Kindly park your vehicle at the carpark behind our coffeeshop. Thank you"
Apparently, the owner of this car muz have been
a) Blind
b) Dunno how to read english
c) a delivery man trying to act rich
or perhaps d) dun bother, heck care.
Sad to say but in this world, many people falls in this category. And i hate them. I have nothing against hungry drivers but i simply hate people whom have a lousy taste of music and likes to blast lousy music from their phones, mp3 and LAPTOPS!!! Irritating.
Birthday Lunch at New York New York
Celebrated my boss birthday at New York New York. First time been to this restaurant, have been eyeing the outlet at CityLink for quite some time, but the crowd always turns me off. The decor is very hip and cafe cartel style, but the wall decorations are slightly even brighter in comparison to the former.
The food were pretty good, but not excellent, find the plate too um..white, it makes the whole presentation seems empty. Doesn't gives me the 'WAHHH feeling, when it arrives' I ate my usual of Penne Tomato with Seafood. Basically im a boring person when it comes to eating in restaurants, i always look for the same thing even though im in different restaurants. So dun try askin me out to those Mediterranean style, Brazillian style, Mexican style or even worse Indian style hip restaurants. Coz if they do not have the following, im jus not interested. Thats y my fav place for restaurant usually lies in either Ajisen for Japanese food or Pasta Mania
- Penne Pasta in spicy Tomato sauce, with either chicken or prawns(have to be spicy tomato, no others or i will puke), and no green peas, carrots, i simply hate them.
- Ramen.
- Fish & Chips
Other peeps plate
My Penne Pasta
I rem there was once my church friends brought me to this Nonya restaurant in Bugis, i simply couldn't find proper food to place on my plate other than their laksa. And i was thrown several looks of 'why u so picky', which of course my unhappiness was channeled to Baby R, for going along with them to bring me to dat place without even consulting my opinion.
Lunch was great, every thing chop chop,we ate our food, take pic, sing birthday song and than its back to work like nothin ever happen. Life is simply like that.
I praise myself for not giving in to any temptations after my main course, i hold back on ordering any drinks (coz they r full of sugar n ice n the price is not dat nice). I refrain from even peeking at any desserts in the colourful menu. I walked out feeling full but not fat. Ta-da, Good Discipline, Good Mood, Good Body, Good Day.
The food were pretty good, but not excellent, find the plate too um..white, it makes the whole presentation seems empty. Doesn't gives me the 'WAHHH feeling, when it arrives' I ate my usual of Penne Tomato with Seafood. Basically im a boring person when it comes to eating in restaurants, i always look for the same thing even though im in different restaurants. So dun try askin me out to those Mediterranean style, Brazillian style, Mexican style or even worse Indian style hip restaurants. Coz if they do not have the following, im jus not interested. Thats y my fav place for restaurant usually lies in either Ajisen for Japanese food or Pasta Mania
- Penne Pasta in spicy Tomato sauce, with either chicken or prawns(have to be spicy tomato, no others or i will puke), and no green peas, carrots, i simply hate them.
- Ramen.
- Fish & Chips
Other peeps plate
My Penne Pasta
I rem there was once my church friends brought me to this Nonya restaurant in Bugis, i simply couldn't find proper food to place on my plate other than their laksa. And i was thrown several looks of 'why u so picky', which of course my unhappiness was channeled to Baby R, for going along with them to bring me to dat place without even consulting my opinion.
Lunch was great, every thing chop chop,we ate our food, take pic, sing birthday song and than its back to work like nothin ever happen. Life is simply like that.
I praise myself for not giving in to any temptations after my main course, i hold back on ordering any drinks (coz they r full of sugar n ice n the price is not dat nice). I refrain from even peeking at any desserts in the colourful menu. I walked out feeling full but not fat. Ta-da, Good Discipline, Good Mood, Good Body, Good Day.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Deadly Halo
My FaV pIC
lOOKING SIANZ
'mei xuan's boy tryin to cause more damage on my already damaged head'
lOOKING SIANZ
'mei xuan's boy tryin to cause more damage on my already damaged head'
Yeah. I didn't know playing dead can be so fun. This is like the first time i did a really dead looking make up, by myself somemore. So proud so proud, n for a first-timer, i think im damn good lor.
Wanted to reach at 8pm, but spent too much time 'dolling' up, and eventually reach Zouk at like 9:45. Really wrong choice man. The queue had snaked all the way to the hotel, and for the phuture queue, its even worse. The queue goes all the way to the bridge. Thank goodness for Wendy, we manage to join in the queue with someone she knew. But alas, after an hour of queuing, the nightmare happen. The full house signage was displayed when our queue has reached the hot dog stands. Damn sianz lor.
We siam to the Zouk queue. The squeeze was terrible. Oh i guess i should also mention wat i see there. Its Halloween nite rite, and halloween is supposed to be all vampires, pumpkins, draculas, dead dolls, dead princesses and many other creepy stuff, rite?? But hey noooo....i see those alrite, but wat i also see that nite was not only lotsa vampires, but lotsa vampy women dressing up in their most sexiest lingerie strutting around flashing their boobs, wearing corsets that reveal yet even more boobs, bums, lotsa bums.
The whole halloween thingy has like changed into a car exhibition. With race queens, bunny girls, girls in black bras, and girls who dressed up in sexy nurse uniforms and etc...I have nothin against sexy outfits, really, but other than the dark smoky eyeliner effect, is that the most they can go??? I dun think of myself as a creative person, but hey at least i tried my best.
There are some girls who dressed up like SIA stewardess, with the trademark kebaya, complete with nice full thick make up n bunned up hair and oh without a trace of blood or a scar, or even anythin significant enough on themselves to signify Halloween.
How convenient, perhaps they have done somethin really scary on their body e.g. tattoo a full body size devil, and they intend to do a strip tease act once they r in zouk. Oooh..now dat is really scary. Nw Dats wat i called, Angel Face, Devil's Body.
And of course how can i missed out mentioning the casino bunny girls. In total that night, i saw like more than 10 girls dressed up in super skimpy bunny gal outfit, with the pink rabbit ear head accessory and the super body hugging swimsuit. With the amount of bunny girls i saw, i won't blame anyone for mistakenly thot that the IR has pre-launch on Halloween Nite.
I saw in total at least 4 other people having similar dressing as moi, as u can seen, im dressed as a dead little girl. With a bloodied pyjamas, cute cuddly toy, bunny slippers n tousled hair with dried blood. In my category, i think i totally aced it. All of them, and i really mean ALL OF THEM, whom tried dressing as a little girl r so lame, totally lame. I saw this group of girls in the queue, thy wear the same pyjamas but not a trace of blood found of them, and with their make up less face, they totally look liked they have just woked up from a friend's slumber party.
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