my father is more stubborn than my warts lor.
weird analogy aside,
it merely means that he wont budge.
and given that we are both damn stubborn individuals (which is weird cos i am the taurus and i have dibs on being stubborn. serious! the stars say so.)
the problem i see, is that we like dunno how to talk it out.
aiyoh damn dysfunctional laaaaaa. =/
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
i am convinced that any individual who has been plagued with spam mail (erm i think just about everybody la) can relate to this:
Dear friends
I'd like to extend my heartfelt appreciation to all ofyou who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed andhealthy.
Extra thanks to whoever sent me the email about rat crap in the glue on envelopes - because I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.
Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
Because of your genuine concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because I know it can remove toilet stains, which is not exactly an appealing characteristic.
I no longer check the coin return on public phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a wild boar on a hot day.
I no longer go to shopping centres because someone might drug me with a cologne sample and rob me.
I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer worry about my soul because at last count, I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.
Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (snigger snigger)
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl on the internet who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).
I no longer have any money at all in fact - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special on-line email program.
Yes, I want to thank you all so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favour!
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diahorrea will land on your head at 5:00PM (EST) this afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my ex-next door neighbour's step-mother-in-law's second husband's third cousin's beautician's gay son.
sounds a little all too familiar yeah? =)
having posted this on my blog, may that pigeon not shit on my head AND i get like 7 years (at least!) of happiness bestowed from above. =P
Dear friends
I'd like to extend my heartfelt appreciation to all ofyou who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed andhealthy.
Extra thanks to whoever sent me the email about rat crap in the glue on envelopes - because I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.
Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
Because of your genuine concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because I know it can remove toilet stains, which is not exactly an appealing characteristic.
I no longer check the coin return on public phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a wild boar on a hot day.
I no longer go to shopping centres because someone might drug me with a cologne sample and rob me.
I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer worry about my soul because at last count, I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.
Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (snigger snigger)
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl on the internet who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).
I no longer have any money at all in fact - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special on-line email program.
Yes, I want to thank you all so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favour!
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diahorrea will land on your head at 5:00PM (EST) this afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my ex-next door neighbour's step-mother-in-law's second husband's third cousin's beautician's gay son.
sounds a little all too familiar yeah? =)
having posted this on my blog, may that pigeon not shit on my head AND i get like 7 years (at least!) of happiness bestowed from above. =P
Sunday, January 14, 2007
polo.kallang.school.mambo.cjc.theflu.
the week in short. a nice kick-off to the term.
'cept for the bit about the flu of course. bah humbug.
anyways hor, why is mtv not sending me that eagerly anticipated email?!!!
doesnt entering 50 times eliminate all other possibility of someone else winning the muse concert tickets?
unless of course someone beat my record 50 with 100 or something. (to which i curse them to an eternity of never winning anymore mtv contests. poooi.)
hur.
no fear there is always tmr.
highlight of my day:
i found the elusive men's pocky at the shell station! oh pure and utter elation!
ok my life has really become boringggg when i start getting batty about biscuits. hur.
that said, its nice when the heaviness is shed and there exists the realisation that its all been left behind.
somehow it just doesnt matter so much anymore. =)
the week in short. a nice kick-off to the term.
'cept for the bit about the flu of course. bah humbug.
anyways hor, why is mtv not sending me that eagerly anticipated email?!!!
doesnt entering 50 times eliminate all other possibility of someone else winning the muse concert tickets?
unless of course someone beat my record 50 with 100 or something. (to which i curse them to an eternity of never winning anymore mtv contests. poooi.)
hur.
no fear there is always tmr.
highlight of my day:
i found the elusive men's pocky at the shell station! oh pure and utter elation!
ok my life has really become boringggg when i start getting batty about biscuits. hur.
that said, its nice when the heaviness is shed and there exists the realisation that its all been left behind.
somehow it just doesnt matter so much anymore. =)
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
when 2007 rolled around, i put everything that wasnt so nice into a little bag and threw it away.
metaphorically, of course. hur.
and thus the year begins on a good note.
was looking at the new year's post i made last year and it evoked what i can only classify as a sense of the bittersweet.
haha. ah but there is no place for melancholia on this blog!
none i say!
and so!
my new year's resolution yet again?
(and i anticipate a 'now where have i heard this before?!' from the canoe polo folks when they read this)
abs by christmas!!! =)
oh and one last thing..
for my mostest (haha yes you know im talking about you la), i love you mostest! hughughug.
metaphorically, of course. hur.
and thus the year begins on a good note.
was looking at the new year's post i made last year and it evoked what i can only classify as a sense of the bittersweet.
haha. ah but there is no place for melancholia on this blog!
none i say!
and so!
my new year's resolution yet again?
(and i anticipate a 'now where have i heard this before?!' from the canoe polo folks when they read this)
abs by christmas!!! =)
oh and one last thing..
for my mostest (haha yes you know im talking about you la), i love you mostest! hughughug.
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