dear x*,
its pretty obvious that i've disappointed and let you down many times. in fact, i feel even worse because you're one of the last few people that i want to hurt, simply because, you've been standing by me for many years and you never sort of become angry, flare or even given me a harsh word. all you did was to smile, give a soft word and then say, "hey when are you gonna cook for me again? otherwise i'll cook you burnt fried rice hahaha!" all forgiven and all forgotten =) a couple of weeks ago i said i needed help. and help came, from you. to think that i always thought you care for me because you had to. when i smsed you today, the reply was to me, curt. but what i said is true, just that the timing was too coincidental that made the absence more excusable. and previously when i told you i'll get my groove back soon - i will =) and i'll be waiting to cook for you again =)
xoxo
G
17 December 2008
that day i prayed for a longer fuse, a bigger heart, a better listening ear and a more understanding mind. from now on, g is no longer small. its G. because g has Grown.
thanks babyee and vi. you guys dont know how much you both helped and mean to me ^^
to the macho men like py and m, you both rock la!
and J, thank you.
:: flying ::
thanks babyee and vi. you guys dont know how much you both helped and mean to me ^^
to the macho men like py and m, you both rock la!
and J, thank you.
:: flying ::
2 December 2008
mice-j-vivi-m-yen-hwa-mei²-py-yeo-hei
these are the acronyms i gave to the some people i talk to on msn. but recently i've been adding baby to some of them. come on la, dont cringe, its sweet and adorable. thats why only some of them have baby added to them cos they are sweet and adorable while the rest are not. muahahahahahaha~ anyway, these are the people whom i really shared to about lives and all so thats why they're honoured with nicknames by yours truely - thank you all for being part of my life =)
updates:
"g is speeding". hai ah, g super busy ah. company just opened a new shop selling chocolate so other than burning calories off my butt in the office, i burn more calories by running btw Fred P. and the chocolate store. but thank goodness for chocs cos they're happy food made by happy people to make miserable people happy. great campaign idea.
my sister na, had her spine straighten last week because of scoliosis. thank you everyone for all your prayers =) and fruits/chicken essence/chocolate/biscuits and the ultimate one, boxes of strawberries!!! heh, she's recovering and doing very well. thank you all =)
g is doing well too. despite the busy schedule, she's doing great =) blessings were abundant, prayers were heard and answered, and most importantly, she recalled what her friend shared. if he doesnt know God, how will things turn out? g couldnt agree more. ups and down, good and bad. yes and no. God is still good.
psst. im on leave today! going christmas shopping and image workshop later!
:: santa baby ::
these are the acronyms i gave to the some people i talk to on msn. but recently i've been adding baby to some of them. come on la, dont cringe, its sweet and adorable. thats why only some of them have baby added to them cos they are sweet and adorable while the rest are not. muahahahahahaha~ anyway, these are the people whom i really shared to about lives and all so thats why they're honoured with nicknames by yours truely - thank you all for being part of my life =)
updates:
"g is speeding". hai ah, g super busy ah. company just opened a new shop selling chocolate so other than burning calories off my butt in the office, i burn more calories by running btw Fred P. and the chocolate store. but thank goodness for chocs cos they're happy food made by happy people to make miserable people happy. great campaign idea.
my sister na, had her spine straighten last week because of scoliosis. thank you everyone for all your prayers =) and fruits/chicken essence/chocolate/biscuits and the ultimate one, boxes of strawberries!!! heh, she's recovering and doing very well. thank you all =)
g is doing well too. despite the busy schedule, she's doing great =) blessings were abundant, prayers were heard and answered, and most importantly, she recalled what her friend shared. if he doesnt know God, how will things turn out? g couldnt agree more. ups and down, good and bad. yes and no. God is still good.
psst. im on leave today! going christmas shopping and image workshop later!
:: santa baby ::
23 November 2008
i've decided to let go of certain things in my life.
afterall, jesus told martha in luke 10:41-42, only a few things are important, even just one...
i've let go of certain past issues, grudges and even people. afterall, looking back, they're not so important and in fact, most are petty issues.
life is too short to be angry about such stuff =)
:: baby mice ::
afterall, jesus told martha in luke 10:41-42, only a few things are important, even just one...
i've let go of certain past issues, grudges and even people. afterall, looking back, they're not so important and in fact, most are petty issues.
life is too short to be angry about such stuff =)
:: baby mice ::
14 November 2008
7 November 2008
6 November 2008
when i think of sexy, i think of humanly hairy legs. like david hasselhoff's. come on, he's the only guy on tv i know who bares his legs (and chest) a lot. too bad for that curly crop he wears. that is not sexy. but if he's bald, he'll be creepy so, just leave that crop alone.
when i think of sexy, i think of humanly nice toussled bed hair. no gel, no wax no anything.
when i think of sexy, i think of beautiful smouldering eyes with lashes long enough to sweep the floor. think angelina jolie.
try rolling them all into one and you'll have my sexy love love. cos he's hairy, cute and sexy.
when i think of sexy, i think of humanly nice toussled bed hair. no gel, no wax no anything.
when i think of sexy, i think of beautiful smouldering eyes with lashes long enough to sweep the floor. think angelina jolie.
try rolling them all into one and you'll have my sexy love love. cos he's hairy, cute and sexy.
:: he's oscar ::
3 November 2008
we're all eager to do whats right in the eyes of God's yet more of then than not, we're also eager to do whats right in the eyes of men. the fact that believing in what we see rather than having faith in the unseen is so much easier to place my trust in.
sometime ago, i failed. and now i dont wanna waste another couple of years going through some awful crap when i ought to achieve better? if i could have been more patient?
maybe its time to stop wondering about, who, how and when?
time to fast and pray.
:: ::
sometime ago, i failed. and now i dont wanna waste another couple of years going through some awful crap when i ought to achieve better? if i could have been more patient?
maybe its time to stop wondering about, who, how and when?
time to fast and pray.
:: ::
28 October 2008
the story of 2 zen monks (numoooh...) and angelina jolie.
2 botaks were travelling back to their humble temple after a 100 day meditation at mount pitt. nearing the river, they saw angelina jolie at the river bank. she looked frightened as the currents were pretty rough and she had her louboutins 6 inch heels fur boots on. no way is she going to cross that river, get her boots dirtied with a high 98% of falling into the murky waters.
she turned and saw the 2 monks, she quickly pout her lips and ask if they could carry her across the river. the older monk nodded his head and without saying a word, lifted her while he waded carefully across the waters and then slowly place her down safely on the bank. the younger monk followed closely behind watching.
after half a day, the young monk could not hold it back any longer. he asked his master, why did you touch that woman when you know it's against our teaching to have any contact with them? all that 100 day meditation is useless!
the older monk replied, i left her behind a long time ago, so why are you still carrying her?
:: green apple juice ::
2 botaks were travelling back to their humble temple after a 100 day meditation at mount pitt. nearing the river, they saw angelina jolie at the river bank. she looked frightened as the currents were pretty rough and she had her louboutins 6 inch heels fur boots on. no way is she going to cross that river, get her boots dirtied with a high 98% of falling into the murky waters.
she turned and saw the 2 monks, she quickly pout her lips and ask if they could carry her across the river. the older monk nodded his head and without saying a word, lifted her while he waded carefully across the waters and then slowly place her down safely on the bank. the younger monk followed closely behind watching.
after half a day, the young monk could not hold it back any longer. he asked his master, why did you touch that woman when you know it's against our teaching to have any contact with them? all that 100 day meditation is useless!
the older monk replied, i left her behind a long time ago, so why are you still carrying her?
:: green apple juice ::
27 October 2008
this thing has been bugging me for quite some time and i have to admit, i really do have a communication problem. like what i feel and think, more often the deliverance of it usually results in a bad and sticky mess. its quite hard for me to express what i really want you know. its like some kind of verbal dyslexia and that really just makes me go -_- and this kinda make communication between my family/friends and not to mention jon, unbearable cos usually i say things that i shouldnt say and it's not even in a fit of anger.
the bible says, slow to speak. i speak too fast and most of the time without thinking thus the many miscomm. time to hold a tight rein on the tongue.
:: the rena song ::
the bible says, slow to speak. i speak too fast and most of the time without thinking thus the many miscomm. time to hold a tight rein on the tongue.
:: the rena song ::
24 October 2008
phone calls to the man.
man oh man oh man. i call this man almost on a weekly basis. and everytime he answers the phone, i have this urge to say, maaannn~ you sexy voice!!! he aint james earl jones and he aint tom jones. he's just a regular english bloke who happens to have a soothing voice, plus, being polite and nice just adds to the whole sexy-ness. madness man.
and i always have the urge to email him saying, hey man, hows your day man, yeah man and all the whats not with man added in it. because his name is man. man!
:: cupcakes ::
man oh man oh man. i call this man almost on a weekly basis. and everytime he answers the phone, i have this urge to say, maaannn~ you sexy voice!!! he aint james earl jones and he aint tom jones. he's just a regular english bloke who happens to have a soothing voice, plus, being polite and nice just adds to the whole sexy-ness. madness man.
and i always have the urge to email him saying, hey man, hows your day man, yeah man and all the whats not with man added in it. because his name is man. man!
:: cupcakes ::
15 October 2008
rancid smelling breathe and $30 truffle salt.
j said his face was rotting and the air around him started to turn green. because yours truely was facing him as i speak. what nerve! no, no garlic, no onions, no nothing! why... must be the ground dried flat fish i poured instead of sprinkling into my prawn noodles, plus i drank a glass of chilled milk immediately after the noodles. rancid breathe indeed. well, according to j's expression, if there's a count of 1-10 of really bad breathe hit list, i would have scored a high 20. so much for just wanting a nice tasting bowl of prawn noodles.
at thomson plaza's supermarket, they sell literally everything. we chanced upon a bottle of 100g truffle salt that cost $30!!! my goodness... the culina counters were selling wagyu beef and cuts of all kind. we saw foie gras in tin cans and giam chye in packs and besides ice trays, they have ice packs. supermarket heaven for me i say, hope to go there soon for more shopping and more muffins at shunfu market too ^^
btw, this is guessie and yang kim's baby girl kimberly. she has the most happening and most funky hairstyle i have ever seen on a baby. plus, she has that natural brown streaks on her natural wet look hairstyle. aysay!!!
:: piano sonata no. 11 (mozart) ::
j said his face was rotting and the air around him started to turn green. because yours truely was facing him as i speak. what nerve! no, no garlic, no onions, no nothing! why... must be the ground dried flat fish i poured instead of sprinkling into my prawn noodles, plus i drank a glass of chilled milk immediately after the noodles. rancid breathe indeed. well, according to j's expression, if there's a count of 1-10 of really bad breathe hit list, i would have scored a high 20. so much for just wanting a nice tasting bowl of prawn noodles.
at thomson plaza's supermarket, they sell literally everything. we chanced upon a bottle of 100g truffle salt that cost $30!!! my goodness... the culina counters were selling wagyu beef and cuts of all kind. we saw foie gras in tin cans and giam chye in packs and besides ice trays, they have ice packs. supermarket heaven for me i say, hope to go there soon for more shopping and more muffins at shunfu market too ^^
btw, this is guessie and yang kim's baby girl kimberly. she has the most happening and most funky hairstyle i have ever seen on a baby. plus, she has that natural brown streaks on her natural wet look hairstyle. aysay!!!
:: piano sonata no. 11 (mozart) ::
3 October 2008
September
Congrats to L&M!!! after long hours/days/months* of planning and ahem, getting bribed to help... sorry L (cakes are afterall more important haha so more help was rendered on the other end =)) and also it's not easy being a double agent you know. but all's well ends well. now we shall just cont to awww and tease L&M =D
meanwhile..
picking up the pieces and starting afresh =)
:: ::
Congrats to L&M!!! after long hours/days/months* of planning and ahem, getting bribed to help... sorry L (cakes are afterall more important haha so more help was rendered on the other end =)) and also it's not easy being a double agent you know. but all's well ends well. now we shall just cont to awww and tease L&M =D
meanwhile..
picking up the pieces and starting afresh =)
:: ::
15 September 2008
13 September 2008
sometimes i sit back, looked into the late night sky, and wondered to myself, what is going on and what exactly went wrong? the serpent rears its ugly head to destroy and hurt whenever possible, drilling deep into the hearts of men, bringing out their darkest secrets/hurts and pains to inject any possible pain into their loved ones just to destroy what God had intended in the very first place. are we supposed to cave in to the one below just because its the easy way out? i dont think so. the enemy is always out to make a mockery and mess, resulting in fractured lives of those who allows him to. and in the end, forsaking the rewards of perserverence when we chose the easy way out.
irons sharpens iron. other's weaknesses can become a tool in God's hand to make us more Christ like. and the Truth has the power to redeem, restore and renew. in fact, grit your teeth, bite your tongue when testing comes. God has overcome it all.
there is no person God cannot change. no situation so bad God cant reverse, no barriers so far apart that God cannot bridge. therefore nothing is impossible with God.
i prayed and God is working. i read it, i saw it, i felt it.
:: life never gave up ::
irons sharpens iron. other's weaknesses can become a tool in God's hand to make us more Christ like. and the Truth has the power to redeem, restore and renew. in fact, grit your teeth, bite your tongue when testing comes. God has overcome it all.
there is no person God cannot change. no situation so bad God cant reverse, no barriers so far apart that God cannot bridge. therefore nothing is impossible with God.
i prayed and God is working. i read it, i saw it, i felt it.
:: life never gave up ::
11 September 2008
im currently watching moonlight resonance and this drama is so goooood. im not going to say how good because the ratings for this drama speaks for itself. but one main character that never fails to make me sit up, point all my toes at the screen and start scolding is hong yi. she is evil, scheming, malicious and wicked. my goodness... and that hairstyle of hers... neat birdnest. evil people have evil and ugly looking hair. must be the evil brain.
michelle yim is really convincing as the baddie in this drama. my gosh, sei loi yan!!!
:: ::
michelle yim is really convincing as the baddie in this drama. my gosh, sei loi yan!!!:: ::
3 September 2008
mistakes
i've just read a book and there's a sentence inside that made me think. condoleezza rice says, the Lord gives us a brain and im quite sure that He expects us to use it, though im sure He must be mightily disappointed sometimes.
well in fact, there are countless times when i make mistakes out of sheer stupidity. i made wrong decisions/wrong directions/wrong moves etc. it made me wonder, why do i do the things i do? i really cant help it sometimes, but there's always room for improvement. we cant turn the mistake over or turn back time therefore the word improvement comes in. in a way, mistakes are darn painful and they hurt like mad.
after thinking through, i recalled what my sister said to me, never say things that will make you slap your own mouth at the end of the day. in fact for the past months, i've been making the same mistakes again and again. and now its time to stop and do something about it. somehow things are not that bad looking. and who knows what the future holds for us? we shall wait and see.
and like what alanis yodelled
you live you learn
you love you learn
you cry you learn
you lose you learn
you bleed you learn
you scream you learn
you grieve you learn
you choke you learn
you laugh you learn
you choose you learn
you pray you learn
you ask you learn
you live you learn
mc for 2 days... hurhurhur. good time to take a break and get some stuff done
:: and you shall receive ::
i've just read a book and there's a sentence inside that made me think. condoleezza rice says, the Lord gives us a brain and im quite sure that He expects us to use it, though im sure He must be mightily disappointed sometimes.
well in fact, there are countless times when i make mistakes out of sheer stupidity. i made wrong decisions/wrong directions/wrong moves etc. it made me wonder, why do i do the things i do? i really cant help it sometimes, but there's always room for improvement. we cant turn the mistake over or turn back time therefore the word improvement comes in. in a way, mistakes are darn painful and they hurt like mad.
after thinking through, i recalled what my sister said to me, never say things that will make you slap your own mouth at the end of the day. in fact for the past months, i've been making the same mistakes again and again. and now its time to stop and do something about it. somehow things are not that bad looking. and who knows what the future holds for us? we shall wait and see.
and like what alanis yodelled
you live you learn
you love you learn
you cry you learn
you lose you learn
you bleed you learn
you scream you learn
you grieve you learn
you choke you learn
you laugh you learn
you choose you learn
you pray you learn
you ask you learn
you live you learn
mc for 2 days... hurhurhur. good time to take a break and get some stuff done
:: and you shall receive ::
29 August 2008
in short.
g's been busy with work. because she made a really stupid mistake that snowballed to a 2 weeks (and still counting) rectifying process. but God has been good =) because her prayers were answered, boss wasnt angry, instead he turned naggy lol~ and well, she's still doing amendments for the mistake -.- so... yep, busy busy.
and recently, He revealed something in her life. something that she wasnt aware of until recently. she was amazed. she was ashamed. she was shocked. all she can say its that He's simply amazing ^^
o btw, for a bit of g's usual sense of humour in her entry, her new soap bar flew from her hands, and flew into the toilet bowl while she was showering. how accurate.
ps: shut the toilet bowl lid if you're a soap bar user.
:: e-mail ::
g's been busy with work. because she made a really stupid mistake that snowballed to a 2 weeks (and still counting) rectifying process. but God has been good =) because her prayers were answered, boss wasnt angry, instead he turned naggy lol~ and well, she's still doing amendments for the mistake -.- so... yep, busy busy.
and recently, He revealed something in her life. something that she wasnt aware of until recently. she was amazed. she was ashamed. she was shocked. all she can say its that He's simply amazing ^^
o btw, for a bit of g's usual sense of humour in her entry, her new soap bar flew from her hands, and flew into the toilet bowl while she was showering. how accurate.
ps: shut the toilet bowl lid if you're a soap bar user.
:: e-mail ::
4 August 2008
my trip to the hospital was as normal as to the escalating rate of oscar's weight gain. from happy nurses who smiled till her eyes disappear behind 2 inverted curves (think s melinda)to grumpy nurses who clicked her tongue at every patient's name she called out to... and this is the ultimate one. to dirty nurses who stick her finger into her nose and flick her gold nugget onto my paper.
reality bites. that very moment of truth, that exact moment when you see the nugget flying onto my paper, was an ultimate winner. hands down. you could almost hear background sound turning into moaning. i stared at her (im pretty good at staring, honest) and at the nugget. she feign ignorance, as if the nugget was already there. at this moment, i was tempted to just let out an eeew. but i guess, for the sake of my medication (in case i find more nugget inside) i decided to let it pass.
afterall, we do have flying nose nugget moments dont we?
:: ::
reality bites. that very moment of truth, that exact moment when you see the nugget flying onto my paper, was an ultimate winner. hands down. you could almost hear background sound turning into moaning. i stared at her (im pretty good at staring, honest) and at the nugget. she feign ignorance, as if the nugget was already there. at this moment, i was tempted to just let out an eeew. but i guess, for the sake of my medication (in case i find more nugget inside) i decided to let it pass.
afterall, we do have flying nose nugget moments dont we?
:: ::
2 August 2008
a very big THANK YOU! to my family, my housekeeper, my cg, jon & family and my colleague samantha and many many more for visiting and buying munchies for me ^^ and THANK YOU! to peeps who smses me well wishes =)
here's what happened on thurs.
i had a seizure relapse, just before work. thank God for both the cab driver and my neighbour who carried me to my house. can't remember much but really, i was lucky and blessed to meet helpful people on the way. the paramedics were kind, helpful and not to mention pretty handsome looking too LOL and the sweet spirited nurses at the a&e department who offered me milo and more milo =D thank God for them!
in a nutshell, g must learn to take good care of herself. and eat her medication on time. lol~
:: ::
here's what happened on thurs.
i had a seizure relapse, just before work. thank God for both the cab driver and my neighbour who carried me to my house. can't remember much but really, i was lucky and blessed to meet helpful people on the way. the paramedics were kind, helpful and not to mention pretty handsome looking too LOL and the sweet spirited nurses at the a&e department who offered me milo and more milo =D thank God for them!
in a nutshell, g must learn to take good care of herself. and eat her medication on time. lol~
:: ::
13 July 2008
merv can shoot laser beams from his nostrils. and i can shoot daggers with my eyes.
because i killed jon with that after he posted a question on whether i've gained weight or not. what. im still under 51kg okay. and pls lor. i am no moon face, sun biscuit face or any anpanman sibling can. watch out jon lee. watch out.
:: hallelujah - leonard cohen ::
because i killed jon with that after he posted a question on whether i've gained weight or not. what. im still under 51kg okay. and pls lor. i am no moon face, sun biscuit face or any anpanman sibling can. watch out jon lee. watch out.
:: hallelujah - leonard cohen ::
12 July 2008
phew. im back.
i've been recalling about past events and happenings during the past 2 weeks, thinking through about what can be shared and what should be kept six feet under. so here goes.
i have a nemesis. her fictionous name is bye bye meow meow. and her real name - hello kitty (i just regurgitated my breakfast/lunch/dinner while typing that). why am i saying this - because i needed to type something that's light, funny and dry before i blog about the real thing that will cause your eyes to pop out and speak in harsh tones when you see me. during my break time, i chanced upon a pic of keroppi. however, this picture is sooo wrong, and i bet that by posting this picture, my leaders will certainly ask for a high tea appointment with me that will last till breakfast. im kidding on that. by posting this picture im sure all you fans of that thing will vandalise my tag board screaming/protesting/rioting/flooding and what have you, demanding that i take the picture down immediately. but i shall not sucumb to all you condescending fans of that thing. i must POST it! muahahahahaha..........
enough of that. here's the real thing.
i skipped CG and i went jalan jalan instead.
scream you people! scream and twist your heads and vomit green pea liquid o people!!!
sorry, too much of linda blair. not nice at all. lol im kidding on that as well. i've been too stressed lately i just need to get a lil cranky on this venting outlet of mine.
its true i skipped cg. however, the reason why im truthing is the very same reason why i skipped cg. i needed an outlet to destress. its just that cg happens to fall on the day i miscalculated my buying expenditure for next season buy. and that cost me my time, my humour, my senses and my brain as well. i became a walking veggie with dark eyerings and bad skin (i made the smartest move by munching on chips for lunch and dinner for almost a week) and the only thing that kept me sane was the bible and pnw songs blasting on my ipod. ah thank God for that. for that short 45 mins i walked around plaza sing, buying water bottles and accidently peering up someone's skimpy skirt that made me even more giddy and nauseous that i had to stand still before continuing. in the end, after a bit of retail therapy i felt even worse because im poorer with lesser moolah in the piggy bank. but my spirits were lifted up. its a amazing what 45 mins of pnw songs and quality time spent alone can do. wonders i call it. that night i slept well and i woke up smiling.
heh, to my leaders, im sorry for skipping cg. LOL. you'll definitely see me next week =) i miss you all too much man.
o, here's the pic. and pls dont speak in harsh tones when you see me whether on the account of this pic or skipping cg. life's short and my humour is as dry as a dirty martini. live with it.
i've been recalling about past events and happenings during the past 2 weeks, thinking through about what can be shared and what should be kept six feet under. so here goes.
i have a nemesis. her fictionous name is bye bye meow meow. and her real name - hello kitty (i just regurgitated my breakfast/lunch/dinner while typing that). why am i saying this - because i needed to type something that's light, funny and dry before i blog about the real thing that will cause your eyes to pop out and speak in harsh tones when you see me. during my break time, i chanced upon a pic of keroppi. however, this picture is sooo wrong, and i bet that by posting this picture, my leaders will certainly ask for a high tea appointment with me that will last till breakfast. im kidding on that. by posting this picture im sure all you fans of that thing will vandalise my tag board screaming/protesting/rioting/flooding and what have you, demanding that i take the picture down immediately. but i shall not sucumb to all you condescending fans of that thing. i must POST it! muahahahahaha..........
enough of that. here's the real thing.
i skipped CG and i went jalan jalan instead.
scream you people! scream and twist your heads and vomit green pea liquid o people!!!
sorry, too much of linda blair. not nice at all. lol im kidding on that as well. i've been too stressed lately i just need to get a lil cranky on this venting outlet of mine.
its true i skipped cg. however, the reason why im truthing is the very same reason why i skipped cg. i needed an outlet to destress. its just that cg happens to fall on the day i miscalculated my buying expenditure for next season buy. and that cost me my time, my humour, my senses and my brain as well. i became a walking veggie with dark eyerings and bad skin (i made the smartest move by munching on chips for lunch and dinner for almost a week) and the only thing that kept me sane was the bible and pnw songs blasting on my ipod. ah thank God for that. for that short 45 mins i walked around plaza sing, buying water bottles and accidently peering up someone's skimpy skirt that made me even more giddy and nauseous that i had to stand still before continuing. in the end, after a bit of retail therapy i felt even worse because im poorer with lesser moolah in the piggy bank. but my spirits were lifted up. its a amazing what 45 mins of pnw songs and quality time spent alone can do. wonders i call it. that night i slept well and i woke up smiling.
heh, to my leaders, im sorry for skipping cg. LOL. you'll definitely see me next week =) i miss you all too much man.
o, here's the pic. and pls dont speak in harsh tones when you see me whether on the account of this pic or skipping cg. life's short and my humour is as dry as a dirty martini. live with it.
:: i bet that thing started it first. LOL ::
26 June 2008
24 June 2008
helping my friend to sell this. US size 8.
interestd parties please email me at: jude_klx@hotmail.com
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interestd parties please email me at: jude_klx@hotmail.com:: ::
15 June 2008
just to add on.
during camp, i received a dedication. it caught me by total surprise. the kind that when you received it, you just go crap, thats for me - in a good way. the kind that when your mum goes to your school with the principal proclaiming on the pa system that mrs lim is looking for her lovey muffinlicious hunny baby boy peter lim ah beng, you just wanna severe ties with her there and then. and the kind that when your name is called, you know you can run but you cant hide.
so, back to the dedication. a slide was flashed with my name on it. in full. attached with a dedication. i squealed in horror not delight. immediately i jumped and nearly clawed junxiong who was standing behind me to move him so that i can hide behind him. but he didnt move an inch. in the end, i did hide behind him. i recalled livi with me but during that moment of chaos i think i lost her. or rather, i lost me. i couldnt bring myself to read so i shield my eyes with my fingers.
i eyeballed at the ballroom, hoping that no one will ever know that i am g. for that moment, i dread the thought of someone walking to me and say, hi g! is that slide for you? lord save me.
another slide came and the ordeal was over. or so i thought. but no!!! my slide had to come visit me just before praise. meaning a good number of people are already in their seats and probably they have a 129% of seeing that slide. denial never last. that moment of truth came. i just had to read the words on the slide.
then, from far i saw a familar silhouette with a huge mole attached to his face grinning. i wanted to shoot him dead but i cant because i dont have a gun and im in church camp. and then i heard some awww from the background...
gosh i can never find a word to describe that slide. just when camp was ending soon and there was another round of new dedications shown meaning the previous ones will be wiped out, i thought i was safe. and since a dedication to hendra was the ultimate in my opinion cos the word sexy was mentioned and you know how that word sexy can garner quite a bit of attraction, my slide appeared again!
this time, most of NG8D turned around and teased. most memorably from merv cos he kept on saying love love in his monotonous voice. how apt bro. and thanks to livi who gave me a cheshire cat grin - because she was sitting at the mm table.
if you ask me what was on the slide? i cant remember. serious.
but nonetheless, mr lee, thank you. i appreciate that a lot.
:: love love ::
during camp, i received a dedication. it caught me by total surprise. the kind that when you received it, you just go crap, thats for me - in a good way. the kind that when your mum goes to your school with the principal proclaiming on the pa system that mrs lim is looking for her lovey muffinlicious hunny baby boy peter lim ah beng, you just wanna severe ties with her there and then. and the kind that when your name is called, you know you can run but you cant hide.
so, back to the dedication. a slide was flashed with my name on it. in full. attached with a dedication. i squealed in horror not delight. immediately i jumped and nearly clawed junxiong who was standing behind me to move him so that i can hide behind him. but he didnt move an inch. in the end, i did hide behind him. i recalled livi with me but during that moment of chaos i think i lost her. or rather, i lost me. i couldnt bring myself to read so i shield my eyes with my fingers.
i eyeballed at the ballroom, hoping that no one will ever know that i am g. for that moment, i dread the thought of someone walking to me and say, hi g! is that slide for you? lord save me.
another slide came and the ordeal was over. or so i thought. but no!!! my slide had to come visit me just before praise. meaning a good number of people are already in their seats and probably they have a 129% of seeing that slide. denial never last. that moment of truth came. i just had to read the words on the slide.
then, from far i saw a familar silhouette with a huge mole attached to his face grinning. i wanted to shoot him dead but i cant because i dont have a gun and im in church camp. and then i heard some awww from the background...
gosh i can never find a word to describe that slide. just when camp was ending soon and there was another round of new dedications shown meaning the previous ones will be wiped out, i thought i was safe. and since a dedication to hendra was the ultimate in my opinion cos the word sexy was mentioned and you know how that word sexy can garner quite a bit of attraction, my slide appeared again!
this time, most of NG8D turned around and teased. most memorably from merv cos he kept on saying love love in his monotonous voice. how apt bro. and thanks to livi who gave me a cheshire cat grin - because she was sitting at the mm table.
if you ask me what was on the slide? i cant remember. serious.
but nonetheless, mr lee, thank you. i appreciate that a lot.
:: love love ::
14 June 2008
i wont go into the details of church camp. because that will make my fingers hurt and your eyes to bleed.
all i have to say is, church camp has always been a yearly event that i always look forward to ^^. spiritually speaking, i have to mention how much i enjoyed the teaching =p (though most of the time livi was abusing me to keep me from my constant head nodding exercise) and the excellent pnw that kept all of us panting (if you realised, adults are not a frisky bunch anymore) for more. heh. but what i really enjoyed most was the time spent with my cg - NG8D.
currently i do not have a picture of my absolutely fabulous cg but im going to affirm them right here and right now.
my cg members are fun, loving and caring. and they paid me to say that.
:: lol~ ::
all i have to say is, church camp has always been a yearly event that i always look forward to ^^. spiritually speaking, i have to mention how much i enjoyed the teaching =p (though most of the time livi was abusing me to keep me from my constant head nodding exercise) and the excellent pnw that kept all of us panting (if you realised, adults are not a frisky bunch anymore) for more. heh. but what i really enjoyed most was the time spent with my cg - NG8D.
currently i do not have a picture of my absolutely fabulous cg but im going to affirm them right here and right now.
my cg members are fun, loving and caring. and they paid me to say that.
:: lol~ ::
13 June 2008
oh btw, i finally figured out the reason why coach seats are covered with fabric instead of leather. firstly, leather seats traps heat, too hot for long hour rides. second, fabrics can be printed with patterns and all, thus seats look better plus its cheaper too. third, for people to wipe their fingers after a tibit munching session since the seats are the most condusive area for cleaning fingers. serious.
now you know.
and nope, i didnt do that wiping of finger thing. i am a civilised being. i wiped my fingers on jon's berms.
LOL. kidding~
:: ::
now you know.
and nope, i didnt do that wiping of finger thing. i am a civilised being. i wiped my fingers on jon's berms.
LOL. kidding~
:: ::
12 June 2008
2 June 2008
the truth is this.
im in a foul mood.
the truth is this.
i am capable of biting your head off, spit it a thousand miles away and then laugh about it.
the truth is this.
i have the right to feel this way and am in no obligation to feel remorseful about my misdeeds.
the truth is this.
that this is my prerogative.
the truth is this.
to achieve the above mention doesnt need much to do so. you just need to be ovulating.
i scowled throughout the day and stomp my way at home cos stomping seems like the best way to release my inner anger without saying the wrong things. i cant throw things and i cant yell at oscar cos he's ugly enough (for now la~) to feel disparaged even without being yelled at and i cant possibly pick a fight with everyone i see online. i cant call jon cos he is sleeping. but i suspect that he's pretending and lying low just to keep his toes on. oh well... morning has broken and he'll just have to face the music later on. muaaahahahaha evil. kidding okay~
but the truth is.
im still in a foul mood.
:: ::
im in a foul mood.
the truth is this.
i am capable of biting your head off, spit it a thousand miles away and then laugh about it.
the truth is this.
i have the right to feel this way and am in no obligation to feel remorseful about my misdeeds.
the truth is this.
that this is my prerogative.
the truth is this.
to achieve the above mention doesnt need much to do so. you just need to be ovulating.
i scowled throughout the day and stomp my way at home cos stomping seems like the best way to release my inner anger without saying the wrong things. i cant throw things and i cant yell at oscar cos he's ugly enough (for now la~) to feel disparaged even without being yelled at and i cant possibly pick a fight with everyone i see online. i cant call jon cos he is sleeping. but i suspect that he's pretending and lying low just to keep his toes on. oh well... morning has broken and he'll just have to face the music later on. muaaahahahaha evil. kidding okay~
but the truth is.
im still in a foul mood.
:: ::
28 May 2008
24 May 2008
this is a confirmed observation with a solid base of back up from the many books/tv programmes/newspapers/word of mouth information that i've gathered. women talks way more than men. and i believe if the above sentences in italics is typed by men, it'll probably be, women talk too much. hurrah.
which is why, what women will probably say during an introduction will be, hi im jane, please to meet you. while for men, a classic example would be; ME TARZAN!
this particular issue my friend, is certainly a no brainer. ask your male collegues how lunch was and he'll probably reply, "BURP. great!" well men grunt and definitely uses sounds of all kinds to convey their messages. and the women will probably say, "nice! do you know that the beef was marinated for 10 hours before they grilled it and blah blah blah..."
details my friend, sinks men to the deepest ocean. and while they're on the verge of drowing from your verbal vomit of a gazillion vocabulary reservoir, they'll probably be thinking, "hey i just discovered that my toes are interesting, they look like mushrooms." how do i know that? because jon is usually doing something close to that example. just that he doesnt observe his toes, he gives a blank stare and his mouth is usually opened a little, enough for the fly to stay in and a build a dam. and his eyes! he'll fit in nicely with that zombie from tales from the crypt. thanks for listening huh.
then comes the reply after an explaination. my dad is a perfect example of how men reply. after a thousand word explanation on how delicious the chup chye bng is, he replied with a sound like grunt that sounds like orh and okay. which sounds like orh-ey. sigh. sometimes i hope that they can appreciate by spewing more words like, okay, thanks for sharing or sure thing, lets go there soon. geddit? well at least the men i know doesnt replies me with the ultimate answer K. because that will result in a head injury with me K-ing them in the head.
im not saying that all men are like that. i met my fair share of men who talks like rambo's record killing but with words only. one of them whom i shall not disclose his great name is one of them. when he's on a sugar rush, it's a death penalty online just watching him type on msn. i honestly think that my msn window is about to explode. and frankly speaking, i do enjoy it just that being on the receiving end of his sugar rush deliverance sometimes forces me to enter the space zone and i just do what the men do. space out.
i guess there'll always be many communicative differences between men and women even with the the rising no of books teaching men and women how to communicate. we can improve but the dna that God decided for men and women is already fixed. so live with it germaine. and jon, prevent the dam from builing in your mouth, close it and at least pretend to look interested =p
:: ::
which is why, what women will probably say during an introduction will be, hi im jane, please to meet you. while for men, a classic example would be; ME TARZAN!
this particular issue my friend, is certainly a no brainer. ask your male collegues how lunch was and he'll probably reply, "BURP. great!" well men grunt and definitely uses sounds of all kinds to convey their messages. and the women will probably say, "nice! do you know that the beef was marinated for 10 hours before they grilled it and blah blah blah..."
details my friend, sinks men to the deepest ocean. and while they're on the verge of drowing from your verbal vomit of a gazillion vocabulary reservoir, they'll probably be thinking, "hey i just discovered that my toes are interesting, they look like mushrooms." how do i know that? because jon is usually doing something close to that example. just that he doesnt observe his toes, he gives a blank stare and his mouth is usually opened a little, enough for the fly to stay in and a build a dam. and his eyes! he'll fit in nicely with that zombie from tales from the crypt. thanks for listening huh.
then comes the reply after an explaination. my dad is a perfect example of how men reply. after a thousand word explanation on how delicious the chup chye bng is, he replied with a sound like grunt that sounds like orh and okay. which sounds like orh-ey. sigh. sometimes i hope that they can appreciate by spewing more words like, okay, thanks for sharing or sure thing, lets go there soon. geddit? well at least the men i know doesnt replies me with the ultimate answer K. because that will result in a head injury with me K-ing them in the head.
im not saying that all men are like that. i met my fair share of men who talks like rambo's record killing but with words only. one of them whom i shall not disclose his great name is one of them. when he's on a sugar rush, it's a death penalty online just watching him type on msn. i honestly think that my msn window is about to explode. and frankly speaking, i do enjoy it just that being on the receiving end of his sugar rush deliverance sometimes forces me to enter the space zone and i just do what the men do. space out.
i guess there'll always be many communicative differences between men and women even with the the rising no of books teaching men and women how to communicate. we can improve but the dna that God decided for men and women is already fixed. so live with it germaine. and jon, prevent the dam from builing in your mouth, close it and at least pretend to look interested =p
:: ::
since dawn yang earns about four-six grand with her not at all witty* (disclaimer) posts (some say its as bland as water - which i couldnt agree more) with some very pretty hot looking pictures on her informative blog, i figured that i can do the same too! well, i look pretty hawt~ though my posts are not exactly wonderful either but the truth is, i'll probably earn more merits by talking less without thinking then trying to be another blogger wannabe who earns moolah just by sitting in front of the comp while suffering from piriformis - SIGH.
well, for a start, having a blog means i must have readers. i do have some readers, i think. and i'd like to think that my readers read my blog for the following reasons.
:: ::
well, for a start, having a blog means i must have readers. i do have some readers, i think. and i'd like to think that my readers read my blog for the following reasons.
- my blog entries are so funny, they go HAHAHA instead of HAWHAWHAW. RIGHT?
- they are my friends and i believe they want to read because they want to. RIGHT?
- they're simply being supportive. RIGHT?
- my blog is pathethically unfunny. they come in and say, HAHAHA not funny.
- i have a stalker who wants to know everything and everything thats going on in my life. so if you fit the status, then, well, confirm you're a stalker. which btw you are not welcome at all.
- routine order. so sad la! im just one of the many links you click on after many other links.
- blogging about food is the best topic to blog about.
- im going to mention about the worst hair cut i had in my whole entire adult life which upsets me so much i thought of doing a sinead o connor.
- im will talk about oscar cos he's way over rated cos people ask about him more than me.
- i will blog about my working hours which is 12pm - 830pm and that starting work at noon is not exactly the best hour to walk around tanjong pagar because the weather is so hot that i could fry an egg on my head and i believe, telling you all that would have probably bored you guys to dust.
- i will describe about my debut online purchase of keroppi items because i'd rather post pics of them in another entry and titled it "ode to keroppi".
- i will blog about how my fasting went along though its great but because i like to categorise my entries into different categories and that today's entry will only focus on blogging.
and i dont think i can earn any buckeroos in any way i blog. so, i just have to settle with my sad blogging life as a blogger wannabe who can never be - SIGH.
till then, take care.:: ::
16 May 2008
15 May 2008
the above pics was taken on sunday night. my family took me out for a dinner celebration with a special guest invited, daryl. ha! cake was exceptionally good especially with the butter cream and chocolate ganache. and its cheap too! pweet!
after dmm on tuesday, i took a cab home. went past holland v and recalled the taste of garlic prawn spaghetti i had at cafe 211. must go again i thought. while the cab wizzed pass many street lamps, the only thought on my mind was the vision God had for me =) sweet~
when i reached my blk, i saw a familiar figure among the bushes. i squint and saw a man with a huge mole on his face. oh, its jon. hahaha who can miss that mole of his? it was a birthday surprise for me!!! awww...
on wednesday, we celebrated by going for my favourite breakfast at macdonalds! plans were disrupted by the pouring rain and we had to postponed our cycling plans to 3pm from the initial 9am. thats like 6 hours later lo~ but in between we had katong laksa, 5 star chix rice, grocery shopping at cold storage while waiting for the rain to stop, including that long cold bus ride from toa payoh to katong. brrr...
despite the rain, we bought a pint of decadent sinful dark rich awfully chocolate ice cream 黑. i think we're nuts la. then the rain stopped! prayers answered!!! we went over to east coast and cycle for a full 2 hours. legs ached like mad and with our stomachs filled with ice cream, we decided to stop over to chat. afterwhich we went home to a scrumptious dinner cooked personally by my dad ^^ and we ended off with durian puffs and home made tiramisu, made by yours truely.
i believe the climax of the whole cycling trip was at bedok jetty when we shared about ourselves. which i heart of cos. thank you for sharing, listening and praying together. thank you jon.
im going cycling on monday again!!! yippe!!!
ps,i have 4 entries published, so do scroll down after this post.
:: with the wind against our faces, we say amen ::
my holidays have been great. i've been thinking about how to maximise my time for myself, like sew some zakka, bake tiramisu/cookies, shop and or visit the library and read for one full day. but God has got greater plans for me. to maximise my time for other people! =)
so i baked tiramisu for people, spent quality time with my bestie, ate with pop (he brought me to his fav duck rice stall while i brought him to my fav chup chye bng stall), visited the library - toilet while jon borrowed books instead of me -.-, cooked with jon, cooked for livi and merv, talked to oscar A LOT, spent many nights just admiring the night sky and just talking to God. in the end, i am much happier because this hols was spent for others instead of myself. its true, it's more blessed to give than to receive ^^
on tuesday dmm, my leader saw a vision, for me. it was heart warming (maybe because God knows i cant handle surprises well haha) well, i kept thinking about this vision and it brings a smile to my face knowing that in the past, present and future, i'll always be in God's hands.
:: ::
so i baked tiramisu for people, spent quality time with my bestie, ate with pop (he brought me to his fav duck rice stall while i brought him to my fav chup chye bng stall), visited the library - toilet while jon borrowed books instead of me -.-, cooked with jon, cooked for livi and merv, talked to oscar A LOT, spent many nights just admiring the night sky and just talking to God. in the end, i am much happier because this hols was spent for others instead of myself. its true, it's more blessed to give than to receive ^^
on tuesday dmm, my leader saw a vision, for me. it was heart warming (maybe because God knows i cant handle surprises well haha) well, i kept thinking about this vision and it brings a smile to my face knowing that in the past, present and future, i'll always be in God's hands.
:: ::
13 May 2008
a simple special entry for a very special girl.
this entry is for a very special someone. she's so special that she deserves an entry specially written for her. so if you do find your name in my blog once a while, you're special too. but if you dont, than go to some corner and bawl your eyes out.
she's special because she's like my alter ego. we've so much in common, think almost the same, like the same songs, almost the same build and size (almost la. LOL) and well, because we live/fight/run/cry/sleep/together for the great cause for some donkey years not to mention how often we fight against each other during the same time, that makes her even special than special. anyway, she is special thus this special entry. ok. special is overused.
dear friend of mine who deserves an entry written just for her.
i am thankful for your presence in my life for the past years. like i said in my msn convo box, its time to be taken care of ^^ i cant type much here but lets go through the good and the tough times in the future shall we? us.
xoxo
g
:: ::
this entry is for a very special someone. she's so special that she deserves an entry specially written for her. so if you do find your name in my blog once a while, you're special too. but if you dont, than go to some corner and bawl your eyes out.
she's special because she's like my alter ego. we've so much in common, think almost the same, like the same songs, almost the same build and size (almost la. LOL) and well, because we live/fight/run/cry/sleep/together for the great cause for some donkey years not to mention how often we fight against each other during the same time, that makes her even special than special. anyway, she is special thus this special entry. ok. special is overused.
dear friend of mine who deserves an entry written just for her.
i am thankful for your presence in my life for the past years. like i said in my msn convo box, its time to be taken care of ^^ i cant type much here but lets go through the good and the tough times in the future shall we? us.
xoxo
g
:: ::
10 May 2008
♥ nicole and wilfred's big day ♥
what can i say more about this wedding thats simply beautiful and sweet that has already appeared on the blogs of those who attended it? magical, just like a disney love story. at the same time, the wedding was so fun and enjoyable that most stayed behind for more laughs =p in all, i would say that this is, the Hope Wedding of The Year ^^
:: lost in your eyes - debbie gibson ::
8 May 2008
i am not on a hiatus. i am just too lazy to start blogging because i just dont know where to start and no, i dont want to mull over the mish mash of thoughts in my brain trying to come up with
the first line.
haha lazzzy g.
and the crystal ball reveals future entries will comprises of...
bruce lee: because he's always screaming WAAA TAAA!!! which either sounds like "wa-ter" or "wa ta" aka me dry in hokkien.
frogs: because when they're cold at night, they go "gua gua" aka cold cold in hokkien.
lame i know -.-
anyways, dad brought me to sin ming for lunch. the salted duck soup is sooo salty! i think my kidneys nearly died. but i finished the entire bowl of soup still. salty and deadly addictive. must be the sour plums.
ok! back to my holidays. will blog according to what the crystal ball revealed. LOL.
:: dinner at bueno's on friday!!! ::
the first line.
haha lazzzy g.
and the crystal ball reveals future entries will comprises of...
- nicole and wilfred's aka The Hope Wedding of The Year details and pictures ^^
- what happened during the last 2 weeks at work and how i spend my 10 days holidays (i hope i dont bored u guys)
bruce lee: because he's always screaming WAAA TAAA!!! which either sounds like "wa-ter" or "wa ta" aka me dry in hokkien.
frogs: because when they're cold at night, they go "gua gua" aka cold cold in hokkien.
lame i know -.-
anyways, dad brought me to sin ming for lunch. the salted duck soup is sooo salty! i think my kidneys nearly died. but i finished the entire bowl of soup still. salty and deadly addictive. must be the sour plums.
ok! back to my holidays. will blog according to what the crystal ball revealed. LOL.
:: dinner at bueno's on friday!!! ::
23 April 2008
20 April 2008
16 April 2008
2 Corinthians 12:9 (The Message)
my grace is enough, its all you need. my strength comes into its own in your weakness. once i heard that, i was glad to let it happen. i quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. it was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. now i take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size - abuse, accidents, oppositions, bad breaks, i just let Christ take over! and so the weaker i get, the stronger i become.
:: i need to learn ::
my grace is enough, its all you need. my strength comes into its own in your weakness. once i heard that, i was glad to let it happen. i quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. it was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. now i take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size - abuse, accidents, oppositions, bad breaks, i just let Christ take over! and so the weaker i get, the stronger i become.
:: i need to learn ::
15 April 2008
im not sure whether it was a premenstrual syndrome high or that my tolerance level has reached its ultimate end. maybe its a mix of both. whatever the case was, last week ended pretty badly and the former definitely has got something to do with it.
i need to address a particular issue. working under my boss is hazardous to my mental health. im really tempted to pour all sorts of words thats worthy of cankering my mouth/fingers but no, i shall refrain from that. afterall, i do not want to stoop to his level of communication skills.
but i must say, working under a person who's constantly giving you a consistant amount of emotional blackmail, emotional roller coaster ride, emotional pain is horrible enough. enough for me to give him a piece of mind even, which i did once. im not proud of the fact that i chided him but i honestly think he deserves more.
anyway, back to last week, i smsed him and called him a few times to enquire on certain display questions only to be replied with ums/ahs (i think the lizards on my wall can do better)and my calls ended being slammed(again) which im pretty much immuned since this started ever since day 1 but like i said, either it was a premenstrual syndrome high or i've reached the peak of my tolerance level. i crumbled and teared in a display window.
wha. enough of slamming on me and giving me all this emotional rides. im even being told not to speak to him on mondays because of monday blues!!! simi lai eh?!
i think he simply has BPD (borderline personality disorder)
:: resigned ^^ ::
i need to address a particular issue. working under my boss is hazardous to my mental health. im really tempted to pour all sorts of words thats worthy of cankering my mouth/fingers but no, i shall refrain from that. afterall, i do not want to stoop to his level of communication skills.
but i must say, working under a person who's constantly giving you a consistant amount of emotional blackmail, emotional roller coaster ride, emotional pain is horrible enough. enough for me to give him a piece of mind even, which i did once. im not proud of the fact that i chided him but i honestly think he deserves more.
anyway, back to last week, i smsed him and called him a few times to enquire on certain display questions only to be replied with ums/ahs (i think the lizards on my wall can do better)and my calls ended being slammed(again) which im pretty much immuned since this started ever since day 1 but like i said, either it was a premenstrual syndrome high or i've reached the peak of my tolerance level. i crumbled and teared in a display window.
wha. enough of slamming on me and giving me all this emotional rides. im even being told not to speak to him on mondays because of monday blues!!! simi lai eh?!
i think he simply has BPD (borderline personality disorder)
:: resigned ^^ ::
8 April 2008
4 April 2008
pet peeves.
mainly issues surrounding the toilets.
unflushed/half flushed/three quarter flushed toilets. (need i say more?)
clogged toilets. (again, need i say more?)
toilet seats, ahem, with "holy water" sprinkled all over (both sexes applies)
people gathering in the toilets (maybe the toilet smells nice to them)
people gathering in front of the escalator.
people who...
eh, i better check myself first...
:: jon cooks a mean bowl of green curry ::
mainly issues surrounding the toilets.
unflushed/half flushed/three quarter flushed toilets. (need i say more?)
clogged toilets. (again, need i say more?)
toilet seats, ahem, with "holy water" sprinkled all over (both sexes applies)
people gathering in the toilets (maybe the toilet smells nice to them)
people gathering in front of the escalator.
people who...
eh, i better check myself first...
:: jon cooks a mean bowl of green curry ::
2 April 2008
random chronicles of my sad life.
i am facing a crisis.
mind you, this is the 75849302875th time this has happened to me - i have absolutely no inkling what i should have for lunch. thus i walked around town area aimlessly while thinking. and i pondered and hmmm haww for 30 mins. poor tummy. i guess thats how i managed to lose some pounds cos when im in doubt, i forgo lunch. hmmm...
and after lunch (ayam pengyat at lucky plaza) i went to junction 8 for my next stop. i wandered my way through the building and almost dozed off while riding the elevator. gosh i guess i AM tired. then i thought, since my calves are screaming for some squeez (and since mr osim at home is not helping at all) i went for first my foot reflexology massage of 2008.
not bad, since the promotion cost $28 for a 40 min massage. remember how tired i was? i guess the massage therapist knew and he was trying his best to wake me up with many small talks. and i mean many small talks. every few mins when im about to doze off under the relaxing kneading, he'll tell me whats wrong with me. you do the math for 40 mins.
i felt sorry for him cos all his many small talks are replied with a half eye opened look and a nod that leads to a dropped chin. i guess he finally gave up cos he stopped talking. so sad. thats how i feel when my dad replies me with a nod after my thousand word explanation (i shall explain that in another post).
well thats the end of my fateful tiring day. O, and 3 things to add on.
my lovely gamine friend yen went to dye her brows. she smsed me about how excited she was and the last msg before she went in was "God bless my brows". i thought that was hilarious.
april fool's day was pretty fun. i cunningly selected my target and smsed him all sorts of crap. the replies were hilarious. my lucky target - jon lee.
and i want to thank God for His providence. i've just secured a new job with lower pay, bad timing, and a much lesser known company but i know that deep down, I placed Him first in my choices thus i shouldnt fear. fret not! looking forward to the new company ^^ and again, yes, Thank You Lord for everything in my life ^^
:: green curry ::
i am facing a crisis.
mind you, this is the 75849302875th time this has happened to me - i have absolutely no inkling what i should have for lunch. thus i walked around town area aimlessly while thinking. and i pondered and hmmm haww for 30 mins. poor tummy. i guess thats how i managed to lose some pounds cos when im in doubt, i forgo lunch. hmmm...
and after lunch (ayam pengyat at lucky plaza) i went to junction 8 for my next stop. i wandered my way through the building and almost dozed off while riding the elevator. gosh i guess i AM tired. then i thought, since my calves are screaming for some squeez (and since mr osim at home is not helping at all) i went for first my foot reflexology massage of 2008.
not bad, since the promotion cost $28 for a 40 min massage. remember how tired i was? i guess the massage therapist knew and he was trying his best to wake me up with many small talks. and i mean many small talks. every few mins when im about to doze off under the relaxing kneading, he'll tell me whats wrong with me. you do the math for 40 mins.
i felt sorry for him cos all his many small talks are replied with a half eye opened look and a nod that leads to a dropped chin. i guess he finally gave up cos he stopped talking. so sad. thats how i feel when my dad replies me with a nod after my thousand word explanation (i shall explain that in another post).
well thats the end of my fateful tiring day. O, and 3 things to add on.
my lovely gamine friend yen went to dye her brows. she smsed me about how excited she was and the last msg before she went in was "God bless my brows". i thought that was hilarious.
april fool's day was pretty fun. i cunningly selected my target and smsed him all sorts of crap. the replies were hilarious. my lucky target - jon lee.
and i want to thank God for His providence. i've just secured a new job with lower pay, bad timing, and a much lesser known company but i know that deep down, I placed Him first in my choices thus i shouldnt fear. fret not! looking forward to the new company ^^ and again, yes, Thank You Lord for everything in my life ^^
:: green curry ::
21 March 2008
theresthissuddenimpulseofwantingtosinkmyteethintoapieceofcrisp
wafflewellspreadwithslabs offarmchurnedbutterthatsheavilyladenwith
loadsandloadsofmaplesyrup.thisisnotsomeweirdmidnightcravingbutits
justcomfortfoodthatiwantitrightnowifeelmiserableandhorrible.herei
amtrying tomakemyselffeelbetterbylookingthroughpicturesofwaffles
onlineandthentrytorememberthattasteandemotionihadwhenifirstplace
itinmymouthwhichyeticant!whytorturemethiswaaay!
:: im fraught ::
wafflewellspreadwithslabs offarmchurnedbutterthatsheavilyladenwith
loadsandloadsofmaplesyrup.thisisnotsomeweirdmidnightcravingbutits
justcomfortfoodthatiwantitrightnowifeelmiserableandhorrible.herei
amtrying tomakemyselffeelbetterbylookingthroughpicturesofwaffles
onlineandthentrytorememberthattasteandemotionihadwhenifirstplace
itinmymouthwhichyeticant!whytorturemethiswaaay!
:: im fraught ::
19 March 2008
17 March 2008
15 March 2008
i read = i smart
i never like to borrow and return books simply because i like to collect them. so that i look smarter with the accumulated collection of books displayed on my book shelves. and mind you, i do finish reading every single one of them okay.
back then, my tuition teacher passed me a couple of books to prepare myself for the english paper. one of them was milan kundera's the unbearable lightness of being. years down the road, i still couldnt finish that book. the lightness of reading this book is unbearable - i simply succumb to zzz. so this time round, i decided to finish that book without dropping a single z.
but i didnt pick this book up when i saw it today, i took up leo tolstoy's war and peace and flipped through, not too bad... but considering the weight of the book and the current condition of my poor arm, i decided not to purchase it.
so i skimmed through the titles of the classics section and saw lord of the flies. i knew that story but i didnt read it. i wikiped it. tsk. i looked through and saw wuthering heights, but i too wikiped it before. tsk tsk. so much for i read = i smart.
then i turned and saw oil! which is the loose inspiration for there will be blood. but nah, i wanted something light, so i took gary larson's the far side gallery no 3. but before i walked to the counter, i chanced upon mark haddon's the curious incident of the dog in the night time. a thin orangy red coloured book with a curious looking silhouette of an upside down poodle gracing the cover. i exchanged that with the far side. importance of being earnest was selling at $4.50. might as well.
i didnt let go of the doggie book until it was dinnertime. i like this book. it makes me smile. the character mirrors a documentary i once saw about autistic children. lovely little people with such a complexed brain! and the wonders they do that we normal humans can never do. im glad i decided on this book instead of the unbearable one.
:: i feel smarter now ::
i never like to borrow and return books simply because i like to collect them. so that i look smarter with the accumulated collection of books displayed on my book shelves. and mind you, i do finish reading every single one of them okay.
back then, my tuition teacher passed me a couple of books to prepare myself for the english paper. one of them was milan kundera's the unbearable lightness of being. years down the road, i still couldnt finish that book. the lightness of reading this book is unbearable - i simply succumb to zzz. so this time round, i decided to finish that book without dropping a single z.
but i didnt pick this book up when i saw it today, i took up leo tolstoy's war and peace and flipped through, not too bad... but considering the weight of the book and the current condition of my poor arm, i decided not to purchase it.
so i skimmed through the titles of the classics section and saw lord of the flies. i knew that story but i didnt read it. i wikiped it. tsk. i looked through and saw wuthering heights, but i too wikiped it before. tsk tsk. so much for i read = i smart.
then i turned and saw oil! which is the loose inspiration for there will be blood. but nah, i wanted something light, so i took gary larson's the far side gallery no 3. but before i walked to the counter, i chanced upon mark haddon's the curious incident of the dog in the night time. a thin orangy red coloured book with a curious looking silhouette of an upside down poodle gracing the cover. i exchanged that with the far side. importance of being earnest was selling at $4.50. might as well.
i didnt let go of the doggie book until it was dinnertime. i like this book. it makes me smile. the character mirrors a documentary i once saw about autistic children. lovely little people with such a complexed brain! and the wonders they do that we normal humans can never do. im glad i decided on this book instead of the unbearable one.
:: i feel smarter now ::
11 March 2008
5 March 2008
since i didnt have the chance to watch beyond's farewell concert and goodness knows when U2's vertigo tour will ever reach our local shores, i decided to watch we will rock you.a rock musical with selected songs from queen and not featuring a single member from the original line up, but it's still the closest thing i can get.
fyi, go to youtube and listen to queen's bicycle race. it's such a queer song but it's really cool!
:: ::
4 March 2008
i seriously think that those quotes shown on the hording of the new shopping mall "ion" is really really baaad. the people who came up with such bad (i really have no other better word to describe this other than bad) ought to quit. really.
the ad company behind these taglines said this."in the last three years, has there been any other campaign in orchard road that has provoked consumers into talking about it?"
pffft. generating positive publicity he means.
why not just declare the different designer labels that ion will house on its hording? i mean if you put up Prada, Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton etc in bold prints and in the biggest fonts ever, i'll probably go, ah~ ion, new building, big names, here i come!
i mean seriously, " i will tease, taunt, tempt" reminds me of a kitty toy rod and for 'I am a magnet, a muse, a multi-sensory miracle' - its bad la. cannot think of anything to describe.
the power of 3 applies in many areas but applying it to a single sentence by using the same alphabet 3 times is bad. " i will Haunt you with my beauty, Hold you in my spell, House a hundred surprises." the only thing that will haunt me is how bad the quotes are and probably the people who came up with such taglines should be haunt in return for coming up with them.
:: sweet child of mine - guns and roses ::
the ad company behind these taglines said this."in the last three years, has there been any other campaign in orchard road that has provoked consumers into talking about it?"
pffft. generating positive publicity he means.
why not just declare the different designer labels that ion will house on its hording? i mean if you put up Prada, Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton etc in bold prints and in the biggest fonts ever, i'll probably go, ah~ ion, new building, big names, here i come!
i mean seriously, " i will tease, taunt, tempt" reminds me of a kitty toy rod and for 'I am a magnet, a muse, a multi-sensory miracle' - its bad la. cannot think of anything to describe.
the power of 3 applies in many areas but applying it to a single sentence by using the same alphabet 3 times is bad. " i will Haunt you with my beauty, Hold you in my spell, House a hundred surprises." the only thing that will haunt me is how bad the quotes are and probably the people who came up with such taglines should be haunt in return for coming up with them.
:: sweet child of mine - guns and roses ::
3 March 2008
28 February 2008
well well well.
just last week during cg, i was prompted by the holy spirit to share something. and before that we were talking about faith/Peter walking on water.
Go, have faith and share.
i trembled and considered about the probabilities of saying the wrong thing. as for Peter, he just need to go, have faith and walk on water. but then again, im on land -.- and the probability of me drowning is an absolute zero. so i asked God again. You sure it's You and not me?
Yes. Go.
i reconsidered again and thought about Peter, at least he can proclaimed that he walked on water and sank before, then never walk on water at all.
ok God. i'll do just that.
yesterday pris tham said to me. dont wait for another 1 year plus to experience this. dont.
:: ^^ ::
just last week during cg, i was prompted by the holy spirit to share something. and before that we were talking about faith/Peter walking on water.
Go, have faith and share.
i trembled and considered about the probabilities of saying the wrong thing. as for Peter, he just need to go, have faith and walk on water. but then again, im on land -.- and the probability of me drowning is an absolute zero. so i asked God again. You sure it's You and not me?
Yes. Go.
i reconsidered again and thought about Peter, at least he can proclaimed that he walked on water and sank before, then never walk on water at all.
ok God. i'll do just that.
yesterday pris tham said to me. dont wait for another 1 year plus to experience this. dont.
:: ^^ ::
27 February 2008
I had to copy this post from merv my cg mate. LOL.
The one thing I really hate about kids today is how they try to talk with American West Coast accents. And when I say try, I mean fail miserably at to the point of causing their poor parents eternal shame and driving them to point of insanity. The worst thing is, these kids don't even sound remotely anything like an American. I've been alive for some twenty-odd years and have met more than my fair share of Americans from the California area and they don't sound anything close to the aural abuse these kids crap out their mouths whenever they speak.
Sure it can be argued that I haven't been or stayed in America so how would I know right? But then again, neither have 99% of these kids.
Personally, I can pull off a pretty mean Aussie accent. But just because I can, I don't. Why? Because my Aussie accent sounds nothing like a real Aussie accent and causes ears to bleed whenever I pull it off. And so I only pull it off around people I don't like because I'm mean and that's what I do.
So there I was in a bus surrounded by a cacophony of university students all trying to speak in either pseudo gay accents or badly articulated American accents all at the same. The noise must have really pissed off the bus driver because he was driving really fast.
There was this one batch of friends who were blabbering away very loudly. One girl the group exlaimed to her friends, "OMG OMG OMG! XXX is so irritating she keeps repeating herself irritating irritating irritating lor!" (Yes, she said it all in one breath.)
Initially, I thought she was trying to prove a point by repeating herself needlessly in lousy sounding American accent but when she went, "I will try try try lor try try my best try OMG" some 10 minutes later when queried by her friend about an assignment, I decided that there is no hope left in the world.
People are so ironical.
We decided to greet each other in service with faux accents we’re supposedly good at. His was Australian while mine was Filipino. Hey at least we’re way more kewl and uh huh, yeah y’know... O stop. Back to singlish.
:: singlish rulez! ::
The one thing I really hate about kids today is how they try to talk with American West Coast accents. And when I say try, I mean fail miserably at to the point of causing their poor parents eternal shame and driving them to point of insanity. The worst thing is, these kids don't even sound remotely anything like an American. I've been alive for some twenty-odd years and have met more than my fair share of Americans from the California area and they don't sound anything close to the aural abuse these kids crap out their mouths whenever they speak.
Sure it can be argued that I haven't been or stayed in America so how would I know right? But then again, neither have 99% of these kids.
Personally, I can pull off a pretty mean Aussie accent. But just because I can, I don't. Why? Because my Aussie accent sounds nothing like a real Aussie accent and causes ears to bleed whenever I pull it off. And so I only pull it off around people I don't like because I'm mean and that's what I do.
So there I was in a bus surrounded by a cacophony of university students all trying to speak in either pseudo gay accents or badly articulated American accents all at the same. The noise must have really pissed off the bus driver because he was driving really fast.
There was this one batch of friends who were blabbering away very loudly. One girl the group exlaimed to her friends, "OMG OMG OMG! XXX is so irritating she keeps repeating herself irritating irritating irritating lor!" (Yes, she said it all in one breath.)
Initially, I thought she was trying to prove a point by repeating herself needlessly in lousy sounding American accent but when she went, "I will try try try lor try try my best try OMG" some 10 minutes later when queried by her friend about an assignment, I decided that there is no hope left in the world.
People are so ironical.
We decided to greet each other in service with faux accents we’re supposedly good at. His was Australian while mine was Filipino. Hey at least we’re way more kewl and uh huh, yeah y’know... O stop. Back to singlish.
:: singlish rulez! ::
15 February 2008
my heart skipped a few times during the month of january and february. not a good thing actually. images became blurry and faces of strangers started to morph into each other. i prayed for God to keep me safe from any relapse. perhaps it's time to sleep early and not watch 溏心風暴 so often. hee.
i need a good cuppa of hot milo, wool socks and a warm fuzzy pullover tonight.
:: again i say rejoice - israel and new breed ::
i need a good cuppa of hot milo, wool socks and a warm fuzzy pullover tonight.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIVI AND WEILING!
:: again i say rejoice - israel and new breed ::
13 February 2008
Valentine's Day.roses are red,
violets are blue.
if nothing is done for me,
i will break you in 2.
i am kidding on that last line. my thoughts on valentine's day? well, i pooh-pooh over being wined and dined because i never understand why people are willing to burn a huge hole in their wallets, nibbling on hard to pronounced bite sized french munchies while getting all woozy from the obvious lack of real food in their tummies, not to mention the silly exuberant price for a small bouquet of hway just for one particular day. but then again, the poor men had to do something, or else the above poem will very much come to pass. you dont want that do you?
roses are red,
violets are blue.
if i receive no flowers,
this will reflect badly on you.
i say the nation should release their soldiers on valentine's day because everyone else in the world is too busy to invade on that day anyways.
O, save the moolah on the hways and all. save it for an ultimatum when it's needed. flowers wilt. rocks dont. muahahahahaha
:: happy valentine's ::
22 January 2008
attending tertiary service brought back many memories of how we started. back then, poly group was in the same service as the northeast group, westlife was the main source of inspiration for some ESS song presentation LOL and many of us were still in our late teenage years. the few who hit the big 20 were qiufang, jaslin and mandy. not to mention, our dearest miss poon.fast forward to 5 years later, those who came to know God in their 1st year in school back then became the current leaders we have now in various ministries. not to mention many who transfer to the adults group and some, to other countries to lend a supporting role in our global church ministry – eelee and lalita ^^
every single year, we grow in numbers and in maturity. every year we see improvements and every year God never fail to increase our faith goal. those were the days of CG404 and erm, i cant remember =p but it’s amazing if you look through those times when you chiong and go all the way out just to fulfill that number goal that you set by faith. and of cos those times when tears fell, leaders rebuke and people leave, we still stood by the test and remain strong. its really amazing how God has brought us thus far.
im sure many will look back and say God is good.
my Hope Church, my family.
:: mighty to save ::
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth
For it matters not how much we own
The cars, the house, the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
:: ripped from dayvd ::
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth
For it matters not how much we own
The cars, the house, the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
:: ripped from dayvd ::
19 January 2008
BLK 93, TOA PAYOH LORONG 5, #01-18/2015 January 2008
woman.
i have never said anything that disregard my working environment. but i am really unhappy here. i so much want to tear the person i'm working with into shreds, claw his eyeballs out and stick them down his throat and with an ultimatum madness of stomping on him till my shoes wear out.
women.
perhaps im pmsing and im venting to make myself feel a lil better. and for once, my monthly visitation gave me the most excruciating pain that made me all vomitty late last night. sigh.
o man.
the men dont get it.
:: genesis 1:27 - ... male and female He created them ::
i have never said anything that disregard my working environment. but i am really unhappy here. i so much want to tear the person i'm working with into shreds, claw his eyeballs out and stick them down his throat and with an ultimatum madness of stomping on him till my shoes wear out.
women.
perhaps im pmsing and im venting to make myself feel a lil better. and for once, my monthly visitation gave me the most excruciating pain that made me all vomitty late last night. sigh.
o man.
the men dont get it.
:: genesis 1:27 - ... male and female He created them ::
11 January 2008
I was angry.
With a person I love very very much. For the past few nights, I mull over our heated conversation, the hurtful words we exchanged and those resentful tears that flowed uncontrollably. After much unspoken tension between us, we decided to keep a distance from each other and just simply give a single syllabus answer when needed.
Help was very much needed and I decided that besides praying, deed must come in as well. And thus, I’ve received a replied email from this person I do not know very well yet I would stop everything just to sit down and listen to what he has to say.
“Such is … demands! Complex… and involved!”
How true. I believe that this will change for the better.
I finally logged in to msn this morning in the office and I had a hearty chat with a friend whom I never thought that I’ll ever engage in a serious conversation. To a certain extent, I was pretty much disappointed. At the same time, I cant help but appreciate that everything is still under control. My heart sank at the thought of how things are currently. Dismay I may be, but on the verge of giving up – absolutely no. Hope Floats. It never sinks.
:: Psalm 31:24 – Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.::
With a person I love very very much. For the past few nights, I mull over our heated conversation, the hurtful words we exchanged and those resentful tears that flowed uncontrollably. After much unspoken tension between us, we decided to keep a distance from each other and just simply give a single syllabus answer when needed.
Help was very much needed and I decided that besides praying, deed must come in as well. And thus, I’ve received a replied email from this person I do not know very well yet I would stop everything just to sit down and listen to what he has to say.
“Such is … demands! Complex… and involved!”
How true. I believe that this will change for the better.
I finally logged in to msn this morning in the office and I had a hearty chat with a friend whom I never thought that I’ll ever engage in a serious conversation. To a certain extent, I was pretty much disappointed. At the same time, I cant help but appreciate that everything is still under control. My heart sank at the thought of how things are currently. Dismay I may be, but on the verge of giving up – absolutely no. Hope Floats. It never sinks.
:: Psalm 31:24 – Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.::
4 January 2008
3 January 2008
The first blog entry of 2008 and coincidently, my 701st post too. Pwha.
While 2008 was ushered in with glorious fireworks and Gurmit Singh singing off tune to auld lang sye, I felt that 2007 ended a tad too fast for me.
During December, Christmas was drawing near and while the closest we could get to snow was the pouring rain, I cant help but tune Hillsong’s O Rejoice on the repeat mode while I smell the rain and smiled to myself a couple of times. It was absolutely divine.
I always love Christmas. It’s wonderful. The atmosphere never fails to lift my spirit even though I’ve just shamelessly spent a bomb at some boutique. And as I recalled how I used to associate Christmas with the jolly chubby man in red who desperately squeezes through the narrow chimney while being taunt with oreos and milk by a small child, the true meaning of Christmas, is really, all about love. (santa love oreos, small child love santa’s gifts = their love is mutual. no?)
Back to my lovely Christmas, I’ve started to make some plush toys and tag them. And I must say they look pretty good! keke you'll all receieve it soon. I PROMISE.
Im not gonna reveal much but 2007 held some really memorable moments and memories for me.
my family and I became closer
my job and the domestic helper came at the exact right time. God is real I tell you ^^
my friends, esp babyee
mr moley lee for being there
and those 101 things I said and done while being consciously awake and aware of my surroundings at the same time is totally erroneous. Thus I prayed for a conscious heart to be wary of what I said and to identify with how the people might feel afterwards.
O, and that unspoken, unseen, untouched, unheard, you know, I know, we know, no barred discomfort we have? I pray that this year we’ll kiss and make up. I know you know that you know im talking about you know who right? Kekeke.
While I beckon 2008 with a wave, I looked back at 2007 and smile. No regrets at all.
and my new year resolution?
While 2008 was ushered in with glorious fireworks and Gurmit Singh singing off tune to auld lang sye, I felt that 2007 ended a tad too fast for me.
During December, Christmas was drawing near and while the closest we could get to snow was the pouring rain, I cant help but tune Hillsong’s O Rejoice on the repeat mode while I smell the rain and smiled to myself a couple of times. It was absolutely divine.
I always love Christmas. It’s wonderful. The atmosphere never fails to lift my spirit even though I’ve just shamelessly spent a bomb at some boutique. And as I recalled how I used to associate Christmas with the jolly chubby man in red who desperately squeezes through the narrow chimney while being taunt with oreos and milk by a small child, the true meaning of Christmas, is really, all about love. (santa love oreos, small child love santa’s gifts = their love is mutual. no?)
Back to my lovely Christmas, I’ve started to make some plush toys and tag them. And I must say they look pretty good! keke you'll all receieve it soon. I PROMISE.
Im not gonna reveal much but 2007 held some really memorable moments and memories for me.
my family and I became closer
my job and the domestic helper came at the exact right time. God is real I tell you ^^
my friends, esp babyee
mr moley lee for being there
and those 101 things I said and done while being consciously awake and aware of my surroundings at the same time is totally erroneous. Thus I prayed for a conscious heart to be wary of what I said and to identify with how the people might feel afterwards.
O, and that unspoken, unseen, untouched, unheard, you know, I know, we know, no barred discomfort we have? I pray that this year we’ll kiss and make up. I know you know that you know im talking about you know who right? Kekeke.
While I beckon 2008 with a wave, I looked back at 2007 and smile. No regrets at all.
and my new year resolution?
J.O.Y
:: Have yourself a wonderful 2008 ::
:: Have yourself a wonderful 2008 ::
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