Monday, April 30, 2007 . 5:08 AM
OH MY GOD...
haaa.. i just had to upload these pics! thanks min=)
Saturday, April 28, 2007 . 3:13 AM
::THE KNOWLEDGEABLE CHILD::i always see- i don't know why-
if any person's going to die
that's why nobody talks to me.
there was a man who came for tea,
and when i saw that he would die
i went to him and said 'goodbye'
i shall not see you anymore.
he died that evening. then next door,
they had a little girl;she died
nearly as quick,mummy cried
and cried, and ever since that day
she made me promise not to say
but folks are still afraid of me,
and, where there're children, nobody will let me next or near them
for fear i'll say good-bye to them.
I still love this poem. go figure.
24/4/07 and important date for me!
i passed my basic theory!! wooo-hoooo =) kinda old to be finally getting my licence. all my friends and those that heard fainted literally and physically cause they know i am a road hogger in the making. o well.... sighs. i must have faith. let me prove to you i can just because you said i can't. and i will. shall start reading my advance soon
i was driving today. practising my turns, braking, changing gears, signaling etc. of course in a empty lot far away from sg.ha. how illegal.anyway.i am still trying. cold sweat all the way i had to turn the aircon on after 20 rounds. now i feel dizzy after going through my own circuit of like 30 rounds
i seriously CAN-NOT co-ordinate yet.
horrible...
but i WILL get there.
*grumbles
[HEADMUSIC]: the roof is on fire by ..erm masterboy?
just a bimbo thought of the day: diets are superduper useless but i think i should at least try
urgh
ps: im taking manual class3
Labels: basic theory
Friday, April 27, 2007 . 4:10 AM
the fact that this was aired im totally shocked.talk about censorship man.. but funny nonetheless.haa..
super funny. teacher explains the word fuck
Saturday, April 21, 2007 . 5:24 AM
topic of the day : 3 day tariffs like all good relationship being flushed down the toliet bowl i always wondered:
what's with this unspoken 3-day rule
there is this rule
its true
although you may not believe in it ..it is there. tucked away secretly behind every girl's mind. the big secret 3 DAY RULE OF THUMB
now, ALL men are dumb, daft , or emo-ly dead we have all got to admit that
even men admit that of men. so how can we women not. anyway , lemme get back to my 3 day rule.
there is a saying, well a thought :that whenever there is a BIG lovers quarrel, fight, head-bashing, car-wrecking moment in a relationship both parties tend to do the distancing act. you know the one. the one where the guys disappear on you, the girls grab out they slutty heels and galpals and go xtreme shopping. yeah. THAT one. stupid moments which cause large hiccups in coupledom. girl cries, guys simply be guys. everyone gets hurt. that kind
well to the guys reading this post here's a tip from me
never let a quarrel then a gap of silence exceed more than 3 days. or u die. its like saying u don't care and you never did. might as well throw in a "thanks for the memories" note along with the silence. erm.. unless of course this is your intention in your first place
girls are such funny things. we wait
yesssssssssss.. we wait. and we also go into denial. oh he will change. its just a phase he is going through. he was abused by his mom thats why he cannot relate to women. blah blah blah run through our mind. everything to excuse this jerk of a guy. but why ladies ? are they really worth it?
well most girls have this 3 day rule which they impose.
1st day: the killer and axe muder im gonna rip your balls out get away from me phase
2nd day:the simmering anger and the questioner you lying cheating bastard don't you care phase
3rd day:the hurt frail and alone i hate you! why haven't you called me and apologise..AHEM i'm waiting phase
after exceeding day 3 thats when all hell breaks loose
it is a unspoken agreement that the contract of "luuurrvveee" is over and that the bastard oughta have died. what relationship? was there one in the first place ? nahh-uhh
some guys use this rule to their advantage of course
all rules are meant to be bent both ways after all. but the girls always amaze me but their resilence through all the shit thrown at them. worst bit is the self pitying and self blame.
was i not good enough? what did i do wrong?
on a moment of reflection i thought i sounded a little too sexist for my liking
i do apologise to the snags out there. u are so few. its so hard to even notice from my plateau.whoops
[HEADMUSIC]: who do you love by ago (dedi to leo)
ps: are u motivated now ?
Tuesday, April 10, 2007 . 7:24 PM
UK drove me crazy with the 5 am wake up calls, non stop country hopping, chinese food(surprise surprise), biscotti from all parts of the UK, packing and re-packing of both mine and my mum's luggage and of course lets not forget the tour people. YESSSSSHHHHH sirreeeee! the evil "TOUR PEOPLE" who got on my nerves ever since day1.i've so much to say about the UK but i guess i have to start somewhere.so i've decided to blab here about my companions through the trip.
oh, back to the what i was saying. hmmm... o yes! the EVIL TOUR PEOPLE!
i tend to sterotype people because... well, at times people deserve it. so bear with me and try to imagine the horrors i experienced with the types of people i met on the bus travelling the UK.
classification of the bus people:
1. the naive honey poopers erm.. i mean mooners
2. the rich, fat and unfabulous
3. the filial child with the aging parents
4. the unmentionables
5. the outcasts
1. the naive honey poopers:
OKIE... here's where i get all cynical again. honey mooning/love/marriage blah blah blah. just kill me. im complusive , at times i am even sentimental, you 'll find that after years of pain i keep all those lousy trinket, ticket stubs, folded straws somewhere all in a messy pile. they scream" see! she does care." but i keep wondering if its cause i can never bear to throw old stuff away. just stuff now. either this whole idea of marriage and honey mooning totally escapes me. don't ask me why. it's hard believing in the happy ever after. i just dare to admit it.
well this is a UK trip we're talking about , and you know the man is trying to impress the new wife and bring her to the best of "the best" so i winded up with about 4 honeymoon couples in the bus. unfortunately, these were no cinderallas nor price charmings. try, the ugly hiao ah lians and the nerdy kanna tok husbands.
the winner of all winners was when we were in italy, and the ah lians went their favourite prada/gucci/versace/LV shopping and came back with their stolen goods. oh i mean , their harvest of branded goods. showing off they buys to the tour guide, my sis overheard two of the ah lians being so proud of their new established friendship they bought 2 LOUIS VITTON bags same bag, same color, same pattern.
i think that took the cake. i mean, who goes shopping overseas to get someone to buy the same darn bag as you. woman, have you no sense of taste and fashion at all?!
me and my sis were rolling our eyes
2. the rich , fat and unfabulous
as we sat around the middle to the back of the bus, i managed to escape seeing much of my annoying tour guide's face. unfortunately everytime he cracked a lame joke there was there was this evil positively evil laughter. " ahhhh--heeeheeeeheee ahhh eheheeee!"
freaked me out.
it was only days days i found out that this evil laughter belong to an evil woman.
well a wickedly rich woman. oh and her fat husband in tow
she was the typically tai tai in disguise
big freaked out bombshelled hair, semi blond, wears leopard skin fur coats and tinted sunglasses. hey this is all true. because thats EXCATELY what she wore. black leggings and fur coats. what grossed me out was when we were in a jewellery factory in belgium, she was telling everyone in the coach how small the diamond her husband bought for her.
"1.5k only leh . small small lar!" said the showoff
i'd so want to strangle her with all the balls of fur she wore. maybe she might choke on it. hmmm...
3. the filial child with the aging parents
actually there were 2 parent-child groups
one , belonged to a simple 3 group family: mom, dad, working woman. you know the kind. the seemingly unmarried power woman, who wears a rolex who bring her aging parents on a big hoilday to thank them for simply being parents. yeah thats the kind. actually i thought she was ok, except her habit of looking at everyone else beside her mom like they were invisible or that they had three heads. i kept thinking it was my imagination till my sis happened to mention it. of course i agreed while munching on more biscotti.
two, i hate to say this but group 2 was the heartlanders
i called them the heartlanders as they were your typically HDB aunties and uncle who work hard shaping and building the backbone of our nation's capital. the kind who work for a small sum, eat hawker centres, chinese food all day aka cannot live without rice, burp and fart whenever. you know the type
and true to their name thats what they did
the burped, fart, snored their way through the entire trip. i bet your thinking im being cynical. how could i?! but hey its true ! how i know this, well cause they sat behind me. before i nod off in the bus u can see everyone's shoes/slippers off feet on the seats, they bring hard boiled eggs on the bus and eat, speaking hokkien 24/7. in the beginning i was intially disgusted, in think after half a month, neither someone else's burp nor fart can ever ever affect me again. i am THAT n.u.m.b
within the gang of 5 heartlanders there was a mother and daughter tag team
it was rather cute actually.
the mom was semi deaf and the daughter had a short temper
perfect.
poinant moment was when i was in paris. the city of sight, sound, wonderful coffee, fabulous people and famous icons.. standing by the effiel tower wind blowing through my hair i felt glam. thats where i could hear them
"MA , GIA LAH! KIN AH!"
i rest my case.
4. the umentionables
the tiny lot of people who everyone can't remember because they are so unmentionable.
they are like super 007s
you never see them, hear even a squeek out of them. thats why even i am failing to remember them.
excuse me while i move on
5. the outcast
and finally the outcast
just like ancient india and its cast system there is the lowest of the low
and just like the tour group people themselves we split ourselves into cliches different cast of people. the ah lians, ah mas, ah bengs, husbands, kids, ancient and wise, slow and stupid. etc etc.
in this case, WE were the outcast
sadly, my mom, my sis and i fit no one mould provided for us in the bus. we were neither ching-chong nor were we the fat/fabulous/showoffs as we had no 1.5k diamond to spare, nor were we on a mission to prove filial piety.
we were simply out to have fun
drink german beer not fine wine, buy belgium crystals nor diamonds , eat pork knuckles not rice, speak english not hokkien.
we were such good failures not fitting in with the evil tour people
*sighs plus we were constantly late
[HEADMUSIC]: boston by augustana
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