argh...
its the time of the month again.. bleahz.. the pains of being a woman.. lol.
anyways, beside that nothing much is really happening.. i have got like slightly less than a month more to slack before the vicious cycle of books start again. den i wouldnt be so free already.. yup yup.. the day is still young, we'll see what happens during the day..

dont bother, i'm just humouring myself!!!

its just any other ordinary day again.. so bored and i seem to be re-living the entire routine over and over again. getting boring and i can even predict what i am going to do the entire next day, hahas.. that's very boring aye.. hmpf, anyway set up the audio mic and talked to my cousin via msn.. cool eh, can save on international costs.. but anyways, its not that ex anyway.. still acceptable to me. yup yup, at least can talk to friends.. well, its getting boring and the same thing over and over again till i have nothing more much to blog.. same thing everyday.. how i wish to start school soon, den i will have at least some stuff to do and not waste my time away rotting.. i'm almost decomposing till the bones.. how sad.. argh, please give me something to do man!! woah, i'm damn bored.. HELP, SAVE ME BEFORE I ROT UNTIL I HAVE NOTHING LEFT.. krap larz.. by the way, CNY is coming and yesh again no ang pao and nothing.. how sad.. yeah, whatever manz.. hahas dont bother reading lar, i'm just busy humouring myself and trying to make this blog longer.. whilst someone is trying to have a personal concert over the mic.. hahas, maybe i should stop using this blogging thingy for the time being, cos there is nothing much to say. just mumbling some krap and hoping that what i'm talking is of sense.. oh yes, i still cant ice kachang song.. any idea where i can find it from? juan, maybe u can sing it for me.. now that i can hear u and u can hear me.. good idea aye.. good one aye.. at least i'm putting my brains to good use.. haiz, might be rusty soon and killing all my brain cells away.. ahh, oh wells.. shall go find something constructive to do.. is talk to friends considered constructive?

ice kachang anyone?

hey guys, i kinda need a favour from u pple.. have been trying to find the song: ice kachang.. yeah, i first heard it during pjc's orientation. hmm, so if u have the song or can help me to find the song.. please do so.. thank you..
by the way, if u have forgotton how the song goes, its as follows..

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You always say that I’m unromantic
Don’t know ways to make a girl tick
I must say you’re truly right about this
For I am truly unpoetic

But I am not dumb, I’m not that stupid
It’s just that sometimes brain not working
So I didn’t sleep, used my little wit
To write this little bit

You are my ice-kachang, in this tropical heat
You are my favourite dessert, so inviting, so sweet
Would you like to burboh cha cha
Come along and dance with me

For you are my love
My tutti-frutti (my one atap-chi)
Someone I like to eat

Everytime when we go dating
First the movies then go shopping
You always hint I’m unexciting
It has been so since the beginning

But I am not dumb, I’m not so stupid
It’s just that sometimes I’m a blur king
So I didn’t eat, used my little wit
To write this little bit!

Every time I look into your eyes
I see some pretty colours (very nice)
I wouldn’t mind paying any price
I’m kachang over you (my sago-honeydew)

driver's nightmare part 2

went driving today and fudge the car skidded.. damn it man.. driving sucks for now, might be better in future larz.. looking at people drive looks as if its freaking easy, but when u urself execute it, its another story.. okays, anyway i consider this as the second official lesson.. i wonder how many more is coming before i really can get the hang of it.. car-o'phobia.. bleah.. ok i suck at driving! oh man, i dont want to be stuck with the learner's license all my life..
would someone volunteer to be my permanent personal driver please!!

Find Us Faithful -Steve Green-

We're pilgrims on the journeyOf the narrow road
And those who've gone before us line the way
Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary
Their lives a stirring testament to God's sustaining grace
Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
Let us run the race not only for the prize
But as those who've gone before us
Let us leave to those behind us
The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives

Chorus:
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
May the fire of our devotion light their way
May the footprints that we leave
Lead them to believe
And the lives we live inspire them to obey
Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful

After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone
And our children sift though all we've left behind
May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover
Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find

Repeat Chorus
"Ask faith to look through the keyhole of the promise and tellyou what it sees there laid up for him that overcomes; ask it tolisten and tell you whether it cannot hear the shout of thosecrowned saints receiving the reward of all their services andsufferings here on earth. And do you stand on the other sideafraid to wet your foot with those sufferings and temptations,which, like a little trickle of water, run between you andglory?" (William Gurnall in "The Christian In Complete Armour")

yadaa yadaa.. hahas, i dont think i have anything interesting to blog about.. well, last weekend meant that the guys have gone through their first two weeks of bmt. been great listening to all their little lame stories from camp. hahas, yup it would be another week before i'll get to see them online again.. besides that, went down to uni today supposedly to pay the tuition fees for the school year and then went to town. yeah, but then there was a cap to the amount that can be taken out, so have to go down with my dad another day. that's about it.. i've so much free time now that i dont even know what to do with the spare.. but when school starts, i dont think will have anymore of the 'spare'.. anyways, thats besides the point.. the point is: i still have about a month left of holidays.. boring boring boring..

hahas, okies yesterday was hari raya.. public holiday in singapore but an ordinary day in kiwi-land. yups didnt do much too lar anyways.. today received a fees statement from uoo, woah didnt expect the fees to be so much.. four thousand six a year, uni studies is really that ex eh.. can still remember just how much we paid for secondary and jc education.. just a mere twenty plus a month, adding to about two hundred dollars per year.. i can foretell that its gonna be a financial burden manz.. somemore with everyone wanting to do this and that.. cant imagine what my other friends coming here as international students are paying.. either their parents are super rich or that they are printing money..

A driver's nightmare

Driving a car is not as simple as learning ABC.. yups, thats in my opinion.. went driving and something quite terrible happened, my dad asked me to turn into the main road, and i kinda lost control of the vehicle and served into the kerb. But thankfully, no one was injured.. phew! aha, so after today's experience i realised that i certainly have poor hand-eye-legs coordination. oh man, how do i improve that? then, we went to the supermarket for a while to cool down and drove to a relatively quiter place for me to try driving again.. this time, was much better and at least i could manouvre the car properly..however its not perfect yet though.. well ever heard of the saying 'practice makes perfect'.. haha is sure hope it works! luckily its my dad that was teaching me how to drive, i believe if it was a driving instructor, the instructor would have already asked me to go find another person to teach me.. or would have vomitted litres of blood.. anyways, if u ask me.. personally i would prefer to be driven rather than to drive.

yups, guess what happened today? my dad found my blog.. krap lehz, yes the sudden interest into my personal affairs.. i'm still trying to put a password for the blog.. anyways, i hope the interest to read my blog would soon die down.. who knows rite, maybe before i know it, he might be reading my emails and letters.. hahas, though i hope that doesnt happen!

nothing much really happened today.. just the usual.. yups, went to town for a while. oh yes, i had a cup of dou hua sui today.. not too bad but aint as fresh as those made in singapore. haha and my dad and mum made chicken rice for dinner today. havent had chicken rice from the chicken rice stall for ages already, yeah and i must say that it was the highlight of the day.. i wonder what's installed for tmw?

lamb to the slaughter

Lamb to the Slaughter
BY ROALD DAHL

The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.

Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.

Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin -for this was her sixth month with child-had acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside, and the car door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock. She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.

“Hullo darling,” she said.

“Hullo darling,” he answered.

She took his coat and hung it in the closer. Then she walked over and made the drinks, a strongish one for him, a weak one for herself; and soon she was back again in her chair with the sewing, and he in the other, opposite, holding the tall glass with both hands, rocking it so the ice cubes tinkled against the side.

For her, this was always a blissful time of day. She knew he didn’t want to speak much until the first drink was finished, and she, on her side, was content to sit quietly, enjoying his company after the long hours alone in the house. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this man, and to feel-almost as a sunbather feels the sun-that warm male glow that came out of him to her when they were alone together. She loved him for the way he sat loosely in a chair, for the way he came in a door, or moved slowly across the room with long strides. She loved intent, far look in his eyes when they rested in her, the funny shape of the mouth, and especially the way he remained silent about his tiredness, sitting still with himself until the whiskey had taken some of it away.

“Tired darling?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’m tired,” And as he spoke, he did an unusual thing. He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow although there was still half of it, at least half of it left.. She wasn’t really watching him, but she knew what he had done because she heard the ice cubes falling back against the bottom of the empty glass when he lowered his arm. He paused a moment, leaning forward in the chair, then he got up and went slowly over to fetch himself another.

“I’ll get it!” she cried, jumping up.

“Sit down,” he said.

When he came back, she noticed that the new drink was dark amber with the quantity of whiskey in it.

“Darling, shall I get your slippers?”

“No.”

She watched him as he began to sip the dark yellow drink, and she could see little oily swirls in the liquid because it was so strong.

“I think it’s a shame,” she said, “that when a policeman gets to be as senior as you, they keep him walking about on his feet all day long.”

He didn’t answer, so she bent her head again and went on with her sewing; bet each time he lifted the drink to his lips, she heard the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass.

“Darling,” she said. “Would you like me to get you some cheese? I haven’t made any supper because it’s Thursday.”

“No,” he said.

“If you’re too tired to eat out,” she went on, “it’s still not too late. There’s plenty of meat and stuff in the freezer, and you can have it right here and not even move out of the chair.”

Her eyes waited on him for an answer, a smile, a little nod, but he made no sign.

“Anyway,” she went on, “I’ll get you some cheese and crackers first.”

“I don’t want it,” he said.

She moved uneasily in her chair, the large eyes still watching his face. “But you must eat! I’ll fix it anyway, and then you can have it or not, as you like.”

She stood up and placed her sewing on the table by the lamp.

“Sit down,” he said. “Just for a minute, sit down.”

It wasn’t till then that she began to get frightened.

“Go on,” he said. “Sit down.”

She lowered herself back slowly into the chair, watching him all the time with those large, bewildered eyes. He had finished the second drink and was staring down into the glass, frowning.

“Listen,” he said. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

“What is it, darling? What’s the matter?”

He had now become absolutely motionless, and he kept his head down so that the light from the lamp beside him fell across the upper part of his face, leaving the chin and mouth in shadow. She noticed there was a little muscle moving near the corner of his left eye.

“This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid,” he said. “But I’ve thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is tell you right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.”

And he told her. It didn’t take long, four or five minutes at most, and she say very still through it all, watching him with a kind of dazed horror as he went further and further away from her with each word.

“So there it is,” he added. “And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money and see you’re looked after. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.”

Her first instinct was not to believe any of it, to reject it all. It occurred to her that perhaps he hadn’t even spoken, that she herself had imagined the whole thing. Maybe, if she went about her business and acted as though she hadn’t been listening, then later, when she sort of woke up again, she might find none of it had ever happened.

“I’ll get the supper,” she managed to whisper, and this time he didn’t stop her.

When she walked across the room she couldn’t feel her feet touching the floor. She couldn’t feel anything at all- except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everything was automatic now-down the steps to the cellar, the light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked at it. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again.

A leg of lamb.

All right then, they would have lamb for supper. She carried it upstairs, holding the thin bone-end of it with both her hands, and as she went through the living-room, she saw him standing over by the window with his back to her, and she stopped.

“For God’s sake,” he said, hearing her, but not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”

At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head.

She might just as well have hit him with a steel club.

She stepped back a pace, waiting, and the funny thing was that he remained standing there for at least four or five seconds, gently swaying. Then he crashed to the carpet.

The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight with both hands.

All right, she told herself. So I’ve killed him.

It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden. She began thinking very fast. As the wife of a detective, she knew quite well what the penalty would be. That was fine. It made no difference to her. In fact, it would be a relief. On the other hand, what about the child? What were the laws about murderers with unborn children? Did they kill then both-mother and child? Or did they wait until the tenth month? What did they do?

Mary Maloney didn’t know. And she certainly wasn’t prepared to take a chance.

She carried the meat into the kitchen, placed it in a pan, turned the oven on high, and shoved t inside. Then she washed her hands and ran upstairs to the bedroom. She sat down before the mirror, tidied her hair, touched up her lops and face. She tried a smile. It came out rather peculiar. She tried again.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, aloud.

The voice sounded peculiar too.

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming out better now. She rehearsed it several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her coat, went out the back door, down the garden, into the street.

It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery shop.

“Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter.

“Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?”

“I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.”

The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas.

“Patrick’s decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told him. “We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.”

“Then how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?”

“No, I’ve got meat, thanks. I got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know much like cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance on it this time. You think it’ll be all right?”

“Personally,” the grocer said, “I don’t believe it makes any difference. You want these Idaho potatoes?”

“Oh yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.”

“Anything else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her pleasantly. “How about afterwards? What you going to give him for afterwards?”

“Well-what would you suggest, Sam?”

The man glanced around his shop. “How about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes that.”

“Perfect,” she said. “He loves it.”

And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.”

And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty as possible because the poor man was tired; and if, when she entered the house, she happened to find anything unusual, or tragic, or terrible, then naturally it would be a shock and she’d become frantic with grief and horror. Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to find anything. She was just going home with the vegetables. Mrs. Patrick Maloney going home with the vegetables on Thursday evening to cook supper for her husband.

That’s the way, she told herself. Do everything right and natural. Keep things absolutely natural and there’ll be no need for any acting at all.

Therefore, when she entered the kitchen by the back door, she was humming a little tune to herself and smiling.

“Patrick!” she called. “How are you, darling?”

She put the parcel down on the table and went through into the living room; and when she saw him lying there on the floor with his legs doubled up and one arm twisted back underneath his body, it really was rather a shock. All the old love and longing for him welled up inside her, and she ran over to him, knelt down beside him, and began to cry her heart out. It was easy. No acting was necessary.

A few minutes later she got up and went to the phone. She know the number of the police station, and when the man at the other end answered, she cried to him, “Quick! Come quick! Patrick’s dead!”

“Who’s speaking?”

“Mrs. Maloney. Mrs. Patrick Maloney.”

“You mean Patrick Maloney’s dead?”

“I think so,” she sobbed. “He’s lying on the floor and I think he’s dead.”

“Be right over,” the man said.

The car came very quickly, and when she opened the front door, two policeman walked in. She know them both-she know nearly all the man at that precinct-and she fell right into a chair, then went over to join the other one, who was called O’Malley, kneeling by the body.

“Is he dead?” she cried.

“I’m afraid he is. What happened?”

Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man’s head. He showed it to O’Malley who got up at once and hurried to the phone.

Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then two detectives, one of whom she know by name. Later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and a man who know about fingerprints. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering beside the corpse, and the detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. But they always treated her kindly. She told her story again, this time right from the beginning, when Patrick had come in, and she was sewing, and he was tired, so tired he hadn’t wanted to go out for supper. She told how she’d put the meat in the oven-”it’s there now, cooking”- and how she’d slopped out to the grocer for vegetables, and come back to find him lying on the floor.

Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked.

She told him, and he turned and whispered something to the other detective who immediately went outside into the street.

In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, and there was more whispering, and through her sobbing she heard a few of the whispered phrases-”...acted quite normal...very cheerful...wanted to give him a good supper... peas...cheesecake...impossible that she...”

After a while, the photographer and the doctor departed and two other men came in and took the corpse away on a stretcher. Then the fingerprint man went away. The two detectives remained, and so did the two policeman. They were exceptionally nice to her, and Jack Noonan asked if she wouldn’t rather go somewhere else, to her sister’s house perhaps, or to his own wife who would take care of her and put her up for the night.

No, she said. She didn’t feel she could move even a yard at the moment. Would they mind awfully of she stayed just where she was until she felt better. She didn’t feel too good at the moment, she really didn’t.

Then hadn’t she better lie down on the bed? Jack Noonan asked.

No, she said. She’d like to stay right where she was, in this chair. A little later, perhaps, when she felt better, she would move.

So they left her there while they went about their business, searching the house. Occasionally on of the detectives asked her another question. Sometimes Jack Noonan spoke at her gently as he passed by. Her husband, he told her, had been killed by a blow on the back of the head administered with a heavy blunt instrument, almost certainly a large piece of metal. They were looking for the weapon. The murderer may have taken it with him, but on the other hand he may have thrown it away or hidden it somewhere on the premises.

“It’s the old story,” he said. “Get the weapon, and you’ve got the man.”

Later, one of the detectives came up and sat beside her. Did she know, he asked, of anything in the house that could’ve been used as the weapon? Would she mind having a look around to see if anything was missing-a very big spanner, for example, or a heavy metal vase.

They didn’t have any heavy metal vases, she said.

“Or a big spanner?”

She didn’t think they had a big spanner. But there might be some things like that in the garage.

The search went on. She knew that there were other policemen in the garden all around the house. She could hear their footsteps on the gravel outside, and sometimes she saw a flash of a torch through a chink in the curtains. It began to get late, nearly nine she noticed by the clock on the mantle. The four men searching the rooms seemed to be growing weary, a trifle exasperated.

“Jack,” she said, the next tome Sergeant Noonan went by. “Would you mind giving me a drink?”

“Sure I’ll give you a drink. You mean this whiskey?”

“Yes please. But just a small one. It might make me feel better.”

He handed her the glass.

“Why don’t you have one yourself,” she said. “You must be awfully tired. Please do. You’ve been very good to me.”

“Well,” he answered. “It’s not strictly allowed, but I might take just a drop to keep me going.”

One by one the others came in and were persuaded to take a little nip of whiskey. They stood around rather awkwardly with the drinks in their hands, uncomfortable in her presence, trying to say consoling things to her. Sergeant Noonan wandered into the kitchen, come out quickly and said, “Look, Mrs. Maloney. You know that oven of yours is still on, and the meat still inside.”

“Oh dear me!” she cried. “So it is!”

“I better turn it off for you, hadn’t I?”

“Will you do that, Jack. Thank you so much.”

When the sergeant returned the second time, she looked at him with her large, dark tearful eyes. “Jack Noonan,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a small favor-you and these others?”

“We can try, Mrs. Maloney.”

“Well,” she said. “Here you all are, and good friends of dear Patrick’s too, and helping to catch the man who killed him. You must be terrible hungry by now because it’s long past your suppertime, and I know Patrick would never forgive me, God bless his soul, if I allowed you to remain in his house without offering you decent hospitality. Why don’t you eat up that lamb that’s in the oven. It’ll be cooked just right by now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sergeant Noonan said.

“Please,” she begged. “Please eat it. Personally I couldn’t tough a thing, certainly not what’s been in the house when he was here. But it’s all right for you. It’d be a favor to me if you’d eat it up. Then you can go on with your work again afterwards.”

There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat.

“Have some more, Charlie?”

“No. Better not finish it.”

“She wants us to finish it. She said so. Be doing her a favor.”

“Okay then. Give me some more.”

“That’s the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick,” one of them was saying. “The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer.”

“That’s why it ought to be easy to find.”

“Exactly what I say.”

“Whoever done it, they’re not going to be carrying a thing like that around with them longer than they need.”

One of them belched.

“Personally, I think it’s right here on the premises.”

“Probably right under our very noses. What you think, Jack?”

And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle.
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argh, reminds me to mrs laura leong.. haha rmbr we did this story for english.. haha i also rmbr how mrs leong made us keep a vocab book and i tink it was every week we had to fill up at least 10 or more new phrases for each section.. being lazy, our class would like split up the job and come to sch early to copy from one another.. and mrs leong would check and eventually some were caught.. but being smart kids, we wouldnt copy from just one person, we would jumble up all the order and copy from a number of friends.. haha those were the days.. hmm erm den when it was mrs leong's last day at fairfield, i still rmbr our class singing to her, her song! ok its oonly the chorus lar.
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

hey hey, omg.. george koh is currently working at fmss's pe dept.. haha, mr koh.. hmm wouldnt it sound funny to address someone by their proper title.. hahas, very soon people will start calling me miss cheong, miss cheong.. and i bet i'll take a long time before i respond.. teaching in your previous school must be so fun aye.. yeah, reminds me of my schooling days..

okies, i realised that my parents (esp my dad) and my brother is very interested in reading this blog of mine.. i can prevent them from reading it in front of me, but i cant guarantee that they wont do it behind my back.. they can easily find this site and my brother already knows the url.. aha, so i guess i cant really talk too much, just in case they happen to come here. i'll just have to wait until the 'craze' of interferring with my personal life dies down..
i always had the question of how do i start impacting the lives of non-christians around me? and talked to one of my friends, edwin, about it.. and he mentioned this to me: by being good testimonies of God and reflecting christ-likeness in our actions. but most importantly, showing how christ has changed our lives!
definitely its not going to be smooth sailing, but i believe thru prayers and God's guidance, everything is possible, amen!

hmpf, let me recall.. slept at 11pm last night and woke up at 3am to come online, den went back to bed again at 7ish.. hahas, cant believe i actually woke up lar.. but i did.. and i didnt regret it at all.. nice chat i had ytd.. oh yes, and found a long lost friend, mr chan howai.. was in the same primary 3,4,5 and 6 class.. den he went off the hongkong, havent heard from him since.. talked of the old times in pri sch though they are not that fresh in my mind.. yeah, i guess age is catching up ya. i too had a great time talking to juan, shan and kenneth.. hahas, juan sorry for not telling u (u noe wad i mean**).. wasnt on purpose larz.. i'll tell u any updates next time kayz.. i promise.. anyways, basically just got all the updates and lastest news. aint i efficient enuff? *all hail to rach*

brand new day, brand new start!

ok, now that the heat has finally died down, i pretty much came back to my senses already.. yeah, and everything is back to normal.. guess u didnt see much of that coming ya.. neither did i actually.. so now with everything cleared out of the system, shall return to the happy-go-lucky me! hurays..

I just love it when the sun is down and the night sky is so magnificent looking.
THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG!

strictly by me under the influence of ...

Like this song? hahas, i finally found a way to insert a song on my blog.. aint i such a dweed.. Anyways, its super hot today.. 25 degrees, can u believe it.. dunedin at 25 degrees is something very unexpected.. Feels as though i'm burning once i step out of the house, and this pathetic house here doesnt have air-condition facilities. Yesh, and the atmosphere in the house is very intense.. with everyone or just me being so frustrated with the heat.. Its too hot here and i shall continue to be the little rebellious kid! Ever got so pissed off with someone that you just feel like shooting back every since thing that they say? Okay, i've done just that and having done that makes me rebellious. Anywho, it doesnt really matter to me though. You might think that i'm just being selfish or petty, i've learnt: Every man for himself. You cant depend on just anyone that comes by ur way.. See lar, i've gone off course again.. Hopefully more locals this year when the term starts, so that i can better understand their culture and lifestyle. Alrites, back to the topic.. I'm no longer a little girl. No longer what i used to be.. Face it! If you cant, then i'm sorry.. You'll just have to accept it sooner or later, either go through the easy way or the hard way. And i guess, u havent got the gist of it yet and would never will.. Can you imagine an 18 year old girl, cooped in this too-pid house all day! mark my words manz, when i return back to sg.. I will hardly be seen at home, maybe just for the night.. and when morning comes, *poof* i'm gone. Think again, i'm just wasting my youth away.. Just letting it slip by, what a waste. I want to go out again, and be the girl that everyone used to know.. I dont want to be cooped in this irritable place anymore, I want to explore the world (on my own, w/o restrictions)
Meanwhile, i'll just have to stick to the same old boring routine. No fun, no joy, no enjoyment, no excitement, just boring old me..

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE ABOVE IS A RESULT OF PREMATURE DIAGONSIS AND WAS STRICTLY UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A 25 DEGREE TEMPERATURE. I REGRET TO INFORM U THAT IF NOTHING IS DONE TO FURTHER IMPROVE THE SITUATION, I CANNOT GUARANTEE HOW SEVERE THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT RESULT IN.

hey, its me again.. sitting in front of this screen and typing this blog.. duh?! hmpf, it can be said that today is yet another warm day.. its the first time in how many weeks that i woke up early.. cos of my beloved brother, accompanied him for his flying lessons.. he should be happy if he reads this.. anyways yeah, went to mosgiel as usual den did a little shopping.. dont get me wrong and think i have a life here, its shopping as in shopping for groceries..
yups, anyways since the sun was out for once, got forced into getting my butt down to mow the lawn.. and u know how tiring it is to mow such long grasses with a manual mower.. yeah.. so after a tiring time mowing, went to play badminton with my bro.. recently, have been playing badminton a lot.. and have yet to perfect my smack..
okies, den got to watch a very good show about Alzheimer disease.. a very thought provoking show.. the woman featured got the disease when she was 47 years old.. that's the age of my parents.. wow and it too reminded me of my grandma.. she have become kind of forgetful and i can tell that her condition has indeed worsen since i last saw her in sg.. well, i guess its due to her age and as u get older, ur brain slows down so does ur physical person.. but emotionally she is still very strong.. and everyone is vulnerable to such a disease.. so that leaves me to say that we should all live life to the fullest and treasure the memories.. i mean who knows what is going to happen in future.. only God knows, for He is the author and finisher of our faith..

Erm, i just realised that officially i've been in new zealand for one year and one day. Just with the blink of the eye, one year has flew by so quickly.. hahas.. University of Otago here i come! finally we would be official students of the uni.. cant stand it when people ask u where u are studying and u would have to say that u are doing foundation year with the uni.. kinda maluating.. but now, i can safely say that i am taking health sciences first year.. lol rite..
alrites, today i got up to a sunny day.. that is so unlike the typical Dunedin weather (though it is suppose to be) well, too opportunity of the sun to go outdoors to sun play and enjoy while it lasts.. actually it only lasts for one day, according to the weather forecast, it will rain tmw.. and somehow the weatherman seems to spot on everytime..

Okay, this is pure rubbish.. people are so busy with life and with whatever they are doing and here i am being inactive. There is just absolutely nothing much to do here.. Its so very slack, i rather be pressured until i'm up to my limits.. to rush projects, tutorials, assignments. Basically just setting a deadline for me would be great. Yup for the first time in my life, i think that the holidays are far too long (you might think i might be crazy, but i really dont care)Unless i get back to sg, i dont see why the holidays should be so long. Anyways, today went to the garden to do some gardening and play badminton with my brother.. Just taking advantage of the sun, besides its summer.. who would expect summer to be so winterish.. Shall continue another day yeah.. I've come to realise how boring my life gets here.. At first, i have so much to say.. but now, it seems as though i'm only reduced to such a length..

oh yes, before i forget.. thanks to jeannie.. i've received ur snail mail.. will definitely write back to ya soon.. shall get to it soon.. thanks babe..

things change

haha i happened to browse thru fairfield's website.. and was like totally appalled.. i wouldnt say that everything is the same, not its not.. almost like three quarters of it have indeed change.. for better or for worse, i wouldnt dare comment.. but i can safely say that its no longer the same.. i suppose in years to come, as things change at the speed of light, no longer will i have the homely feeling that i used to have.. being in tt school have changed my life tremendously.. i've learnt more about the outside, real-life world.. well, whatver happens happened for a reason.. i will contd to treasure the friends that i've made there and the teachers who have moulded me in my reformative years.. just that the school now seems so foreign.. batch after batch have graduated, made their mark and left.. the feeling just sucks, when u go back again to ur alma mater and all that is left is nothing, just the very very few teachers that are passionate about their job and committed in teaching their students.. in conclusion, the school have just changed!
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okay, the guys are officially serving the nation.. hahas.. and i'm serving myself.. or should i say people are serving this lovely princess over here all the time.. hmm taking a look at my msn contacts, the pple online now are mostly girls.. and also some sec school classmates or schoolmates.. ahh wells.. got like no mood to blog lehz. today is just any other ordinary saturday.. yups, the weather is really bad.. an irony of what summer is suppose to be.. the summer here sucks badly.. rain rain and more rain.. if it rains and its humid is okay for me, but the prob is that it rains and its super duper cold.. practically freezing..

interesting aye.. was just very bored..

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The guys from the 1986 would be going to serve the nation soon.. wow, going in boys and coming out from the experience being men.. how interesting.. haha will be able to see a change in them when i get back to sg this yr.. great!
quick update: i'm still wasting my time away.. STILL.. currently, STILL UNEMPLOYED and still will be.. dont bother seeing the EMPLOYED sign on my blog.. cos i'm not even sure when the day will come..

okay, lets get to the question i ask myself everyday.. what did i do today? well, the answer is very simple.. its the same answer as the day before.. i've been such a slacker, bumming around.. alright, alright.. i've been working on the powerpoint presentation using the pictures i took last year.. my sec school pics are still with yingyu i think.. and everyday on the news, most of the programme is dedicated to the killer boxing day tsunami.. everyday the death-toll is rising rapidly.. i guess all these tells us about life, how unpredictable life can be and how me take for granted what we have.. not knowing how precious they are to us until when such adversity strikes.. my heart really goes out to those who have lost loved ones in this dreadful tragedy.. anyways, life still goes on.. always look on the bright side of life..

hmm, really didnt do much today.. there was something wrong with the server and couldn't log into the net until now.. so here i am again, sitting in front of the screen updating the blog.. blogging now has become my favourite past-time.. okay, enough of krappy.. as usual got dragged out of bed, erm waited until my brother woke up and played a few rounds of worms with him.. then, watched a show on tv entitled 'stranded'.. a very dramatic show but it really paints a clear picture before me the real meaning of life. yups, i must say that time really passes very quickly when u are just slacking away.. and before i knew it, it was dinner time and yadaah yadaah.. hahas, so after tea i decided to create a powerpoint slide of my buds in sg.. but its still underconstruction! hmm, shall do it slowly so that i will have something to do tmw.. lol..

The Third of January

the third of january is an any other day in new zealand, where kiwi-kids are still enjoying the wonderful summer holidays.. BUT, its the start of the school-term for kids in singapore.. cant believe that i'm sitting in this chair and staring at the computer when others are busy submitting their homework or getting detention sheets for that matter.. 3rd of jan is always dreaded by people like me, who never finishes the never-ending chunks of homework that teachers give.. always resorting to getting to school early to copy homework off classmates.. and it is also always on the first day of school that u see the new kids on the block wearing oversized school uniforms and practically dragging large backpacks full with school textbooks.. and maybe if are lucky, might get to see some primary one kid looking lost or maybe even crying, not wanting to go to school.. hahas, looking back at my primary one days.. erm though i dont remember, a few of my friends do remember that i cried on my first day of primary one.. like they said, i was clinging onto my mother not wanting to let go. to this day, they can even tease me about that..
okay, to cut the long story short.. its 3rd of jan and i'm stuck at home.. not knowing what best to do to keep myself occupied for hours.. at least for today, i spent the entire morning playing worms2 with my brother on my laptop.. even though it is an old game, i still think the characters are cute.. cute but evil..
the weather has been bad and is still going to be worse over the next few days.. all outdoor activities has to be cancelled.. haha the summer here really isnt summer.. who would believe that summer here can be like 10 degrees.. if i'm not wrong the temperature today isnt too bad, quite warm at 16 degrees.. yeah.. dont believe do u? it is already below air-con temperature.. lolx..

Unemployed and Bumming ard..

today marks the second day of the new year.. lets see what i did today.. went to church as usual and then after church stayed behind for some fellowship with the others. sadly, the church congregation seemed to have shrunk tremendously.. b'cos many of them have taken this holiday season to travel overseas or spent some time with their familes..

oh wells, after church went to mitre 10 to exchange some faulty mower.. came back home to do some gardening after lunch.. this is the first step to becoming a full-time farmer.. lol.. krap i would never do so, maybe when i retire.. ne'ways gardening is not easy, being in a country that the UV index is extreme.. the index has a range from 1-12 and today unfortunately its 12.. how extreme is that.. its extreme until its scary, i dont even know how much UV is penetrating through my skin everytime i get out of the house.. okay, back to the topic.. i might even do enough gardening to be a professional farmer in future.. hahas!

wow, just realise that recently a special edition ipod has imerged.. argh, i wonder how long must i have to work in order to get an ordinary ipod too.. and too bad the fruits are not ready for harvest yet, so currently i'm UNEMPLOYED.. so that makes me UNEMPLOYED and BUMMING AROUND..