It is saddening to find out that things turned out this way.

Although this is what I expected all along, I still feel sad about it.

I know its largely my problem that cause the rift.

But I feel uneasy trying fitting in.

I dunno if there is another person in it like me. I think there is.

Thats the little condolence for me.


Disclaimer: What is written above is not concerned with anything or anyone I think you all may know. It is a personal thing.

No comments pls.

Its a lonely christmas.

Even the weather can tell. Its weeping.

For those who dunno, my mom bought meh wii... She say she prefer this to other game consoles because you get to move about and not sit there for hours...

Bought it through my cousin, who owned a game cafe and graciously lend me 2 of his games.

One thing I dun like abt wii is some games you really have to shake your wii remote a lot. Damn tiring lah.

Today have been playing Mario olympics. Its more fun now that I finally grasp the timing and control. And managed to unlock more new levels.

The reason for my 'detached' shoulder.

Broke a olympic record (OR) and world record (WR). Then again, doing the real thing is different. (Developers used real world records, btw.)

Kept playing table tennis cos I get to hit a ball. I think the archery game is kind of cool too. Got to pull the remote arm backwards as if like the real thing.

Anyone want come join me? :D

Firefox is getting damn irritating.

!@#$%^&

I hate it.

Don't get near me.


I'm in a foul mood.


I bite.

I want more bomberman. Mario Olympics.


Dog-paddle swimming style lol.


:)

I am so sick of this that and whatever.


All of us have our shortcomings. I don't deny that I have lots of them, perhaps much more than others.


But when I believe that I am right (or I am not wrong to a large extent), I hold on to my stand. I won't hesitate to fire up cos thats who I am.


Everybody have their problems. You think you are the only one? Spare a thought for others too. Think about the people around you. Who are also in this together.


I don't bother people unless its necessary. Even though I know it is (sometimes) not appropriate, I still don't think one should deserve the kind of treatment. Cos it has to be done.


Bye.

Free new laptop from Singnet recontract.

Smallest Adapter I have seen.

Smallest laptop battery I have seen.

Very thin

3cm!

\

New vs. old

I was googling for why ants always come after (my) plain water and found the following:

rofllll

Especially post #25...

Interesting. Ok, back to more searching.

Happy birthday.

Just recontract with Singnet broadband yesterday. Upgraded my plan to 10mbps cos it comes with a free laptop. =]

Just nice too, my desktop go-yang these days alr. If you on and ignore it too long, the screen go blank and nth will make it come back. If you turn it on and din do warm ups with the mousie, it will refuse to move after some time (after finish loading). When you force shut too many times, the graphics will be damn nice till you have to force shut again, cos you cant see where's the shutdown button.

Dragging and dragging till now I know. BUT. I dun like vista luh. And they say 7 is going to be good, but it's just released and I prefer to wait a while for buggys to surface and let ppl squash them before I use it. AND. it still looks hell lot like vista.

Come to think of it, I think the new laptop is going to be in 7 too. =\ Well, I am just going to stick with old Fujitsu for the time being cos my files are here and I am lazy to transfer the files. =x

Its a Acer Aspire btw. Pray hard it wont cause me problems.

过了就算了

New mattress for me! On wed.

Mom keep saying that she want to get me a new bed and/or mattress. She finally rmb it when she passed by the shop today. Current one is in use for over 10 years le. Same age as my stuffed toy LinLin <3 (xianns maybe you roughly noe how long =x).

+ New boster and pillow. Boster not that old but... the sponge damn bad now alr kinda flatten.

I din noe a single mattress bed can be so ex also. Maybe its the brand.

Help please fall from the sky...

Very stressed. And unhappy.

I feel so screwed up can.

Why can't I get everything done right.

ARGHHHHH.

I scared I will break down.

I hope it will go ok this time.

Please.
Pretty please.

Let it go right.

Taken from a facebook note.
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Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree.

You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery.
Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother.” Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment and put the tiny me into his pockets.

Whenever we have an argument and both refuse to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example: I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: “I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for?” “You also can’t eat flowers!” I smiled and said: “Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.”
Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: “Mum, this is a city-people’s habit; slowly you will get use to it.” Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her, and she would shake her head and express displeasure.

Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.
Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: “You little fool, just don’t tell her the full price of everything. That would solve it.”

There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?
At the breakfast table, mother’s facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children’s Palace and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turn a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she can sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes, and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and “Bam” she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me….

I got mad and asked him: “What did I do wrong?” Hubby stared at me and said: “Can’t you just give in to her once? We couldn’t possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?” After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in the dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD, is it because you think that Mum’s cooking is not clean and that’s why you chose not to eat at home?” He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: “LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?”

I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out.. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes… I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious. Since mother arrived, I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do?
For no reason, I kept having the feeling to throw up and I simply had no appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.” The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn’t hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart softened, I couldn’t resist and called out to him.

He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn’t know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.
I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: “Darling, I am having your baby!” and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy.

What I wanted didn’t happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why couldn’t our love withstand even the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.

That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: “Mr. Tan’s mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital.” I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother’s pale white and thin face and I couldn’t control the tears in my eyes. My God, how could this happen?

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in daze toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her… I finally understood how much hubby must hate me - if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if…. In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother’s room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I buried myself under guilt and self-pity, and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.

I rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events that happened had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continued. We were living together like strangers who don’t know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.

After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, at hubby, stood up and wanted to go. Hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down. If I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother’s death so did our love for each other die. He did not come home anymore after that.

Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them “No, I will not..” I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: “You wait a while, I will sign.” He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.. As I hung up my coat, I kept repeating to myself “You cannot cry, you cannot cry….” my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.

After I hung up my coat, hubby’s eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. “LD, are you pregnant?” Since mother’s accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: “Yes, but its ok, you can leave now.” He did not go. In the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over to me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.

I cannot remember how many times he repeated “sorry” to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can’t. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other’s heart. For me, it’s unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not be repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I was totally cold towards him, I no longer ate anything he buys for me, I don’t take any present from him and I stopped talking to him.

From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.
Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother’s room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He had forgotten that last time I cared for him and was concerned because there was love, but now, what was there between us? Hubby’s groaning came on and off continously, but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant’s products, children’s products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard. Maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that mattered to me anymore.

It was sometime toward the end of Spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room. It’s like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.

Lying on with my back of his skinny but warm body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door open and watched me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes filled with tears of joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor.

I cried out for him in pain… He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his… I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long.

I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: “Prepare for his funeral.” I disregarded the nurse’s objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hit me.

Hubby’s cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that… the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
“Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now… I know that in your life, you will have much happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy’s suggestion…. Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most….”

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me:
“My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I wanted to see you in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby…. My dear, if you cry, it would mean you have forgiven me and I would smile and thank you for loving me… These presents, I’m afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give are all written on the packaging… ”

Going back to the hospital, hubby was still in coma. I brought our son over and placed him beside him. I said: “Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms…” He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son, still in his arms, was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I pressed the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face…..

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world was gone forever… “Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.” Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny’s secret is finally revealed at a price. Everything became too late.”

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO GRUDGES.

Sometimes things can be so coincidental and even shocking.

I met this friend while working last time. Not until we parted and continue with our studies, I realised [from fb] that he was (not sure is it still) a poly classmate of my sec school classmate. I doubt he knows it though.

Then I was looking at a friend's (call him A) friend profile (B) (just poking), and shocked that while this 23 year old B knows A, he also know another friend of A and me, plus a poly friend of mine. Curious curious...

During Day 1 of attachment I found this guy working in the next office familiar. He was my FO camp mate.

I was in school waiting to get my flora arrangement back (which is 'borrowed' for the dunno what day -- speech day I think?) with my parents in sec 1. (According to my mom) While in the toilet with my friend, my dad walked up to my principal, extend his hand, and said "Long time no see. Remember me?"

The principal turned out to be my uncle's classmate.

My always reserved and nice Chinese teacher appeared in a game show. The host was Guo Liang and Yang Jun Wei. Both are Yang lao shi's (YJW is teaching at NP). Both are my hw er zi's teachers.

One day my cousin and her husband were visiting. I was working on my animation exercise. They were curious of what course I am taking... My cousin-in-law was in the same course in the same school many years ago.

*******

First facial session made me learned quite a few things.

I am thin-skinned.
And my face is very "all-in-one".

Basically, its oily.
But some parts are sensitive, and some other dry.

I guess that explains why no matter what kind of products I use, the effect isn't very good/obvious in the end.

zz.

Hello!

I can see a layer of dust here!

Basically it's just rotting at home for me. :O

Mom just remind me its Mid-Autumn Festival!

Some of my friends will say I need to kai gong again!

Ok this is just a random post!

Until next time!

Bye bye!

WHO HAS STARHUB CABLE TV.

=\

This place is pretty much dead. But I don't really have much things to say.

Wish time will go faster so I will be relieved of the burden.
Yet, I don't wish to grow up so fast and faced with choices again.

Tennis US Open starts tomorrow. Something I can chase after to kill my exam blues.

P.S.: Ironically, I haven't watch a single full tennis match before.
All along I am just following the reports online and some highlight videos from youtube.

Roger Federer. ♥

Technically, it is still school term and exam period now.


Mentally, it is already switched to holiday mode.


Law's damn confusing.

Some interesting outcome going on at the tennis match. Top 8 in the world are together into the quarter finals. A first in history they say, which kinda surprises me.

Last day of school. One more SAD project to go (next Tue). Then it will be exams. The semester is over.

Soooo fast. Like a fast forward...

Ok, time to go home. And prepare to squeeze with the knocking off crowd.

Started playing Country Story last week and I sent a gift to hh...

and she got the nerve to send me back a corn, informing me that its the one that she stole from me. -_______-|||

Looks like blogger haven't recovered from dos attack. Looks pretty screwed up.

Busy month ahead... Just here to remove some cobwebs and spray some insecticide.

Anyway another snippet about my family...

The other day my dad visited his injured worker and parked his car in the multi-storey carpark. When he returned, he couldn't find his car. The van which he parked next to is still there.

Eventually he found his car in another level, with the exact same looking van next to it.

*****

Let all these be over real soon... :(

It has been a fulfilling week. Yq's belated birthday and meeting with my long-lost qad and er zi. Taken quite a bit of photos.

But ahead still got lotsa things to do. CA2's, project meetings, semestral exams blah blah blah. Simply just not enough time. Just today we were all wondering how we got through the days when we had 3 presentations a week.

I'm missing out xianns though. Hope to meet you real soooon!

I am luv-ing my album name and tags in facebook. :DDD

Just feel like typing something in here.


I'm going to bed.

I just saw this on facebook.

Like lol? I only know I have seen many students wearing it since this year and wondering is it really that nice to wear? Hardly wore it even though I also have one - given by school. Looks like the marketing is pretty successful. But I didn't know there are actually (so many) people wearing it in NP, NP students themselves some more. =.=''

Can understand why they so angry lah. Would feel the same if so many people wearing other school's shirts in your school, like "traitors". Its just weird. You should be proud of the school you are in right (even though it might not be first choice)? blah.

But there is no reason for them to go the extent of reproducing the same shirt with NP or it, or replacing the red words with NP and adding the word "Best" above Singapore. I'm sure SP will have a right to pursue the matter bah. And its NOT original at all.

And why are they using that image as group photo? 0.0

Why didn't the school take action to stop the trend? =x

P.S. This is post #365. So I finally accumulated this amount of one year posts over like, 3 years?
=.=

My mother showed me the new phone she bought back for my dad, cos he complaining that everybody said they can't hear him at the other side.

She showed me a phone which is exactly the same as the old one (no surprise, for my dad very attached to using old models he think nice to use). And I asked her if she bought a 2nd hand phone but she say its brand new, which is impossible cos got a lot scratches on it.

I checked the IMEI no. and it didn't match either. I tell her better go check with the seller again blah blah blah. Den after some time, she look at the screen and ask me where the original screen protector go but there isn't one in the first place.

THEN...

She realise she took out the WRONG phone. DUH. That phone was my dad's old phone, and its so different from the new one loh. ><

Now I think I know where I inherit my scatterbrain genes. =.='''

My ipod earphone think dying.

I think my ipod earphone dying.

Anybody got lobang for original brand new apple earphones?

=(

No concentration, no determination and no motivation.

Die liao.

x(

I tried very hard, really.

But very often, things does not seem to turn out right.

WHY?

I feel so stressed lah.

I hate myself for being like this. Why have I become like this?

I'm sorry.

...

My laptop screen is crazy again.

It kept greying out - as in the whole screen just turn grey - while I was playing wakawaka on facebook.

I dunno is it just wakawaka or what. Din try out the rest cos by the time I wanted to battery is almost running out.

Nothing happened while plugging on the adapter though.

I am ready to look for new love (laptop) once I graduate.

It's hard to find someone who knows and understand how exactly you feel.
It's even more shocking to find someone who is in a situation similar to yours.

It just relates whatever I am feeling these days.
Too bad, I dunno who wrote it.

Just as well. One sad soul is enough.

Alrights, xianns is going to like this... (though I dunno why =\)

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A comic strip I came up with featuring some of my stuffed animals. =x

Xiaofu, Bunny & TuTu.

Just for fun. =]

Made 9 rows of sushi today. My mom offered to take over when she see that i press the rice on the seaweed so sianns. den she fast fast jiu finish rowing the other half of the sushi.

Turns out she lazy din press the rice firm enough end up when I cut the sushi, everything nearly fall out. =.= and watching her "rowing" her sushi was amusing. She only use the mat after rowing the sushi to correct the shape. =.=''

In the end, she decided that seeing to much rice kinda sick. Still make special delivery to my aunt in yishun (i din go). \ : |

(According to my mom) my aunt's eyes very sharp. The moment she was presented with the sushi, she immediately pointed out that those uglier ones must be made by my mom (when she din say that she had a share in making it). HAHAHA. :D

*****

Installed Sims 3 today.

In my opinion lah. Not very nice. There are some pretty nice new features, but some of the normal old features are even worse. If only they incorporate the good ones in sims 2. Perfect.

Likes
How Sims can walk around the neighbourhood now. Can visit friends and community lots and can see how they travel. Create a sim also more powerful now.

Dislikes
Personality traits and wishes bit confusing. Navigating around is quite confusing. Got what "active family" de (the family you currently playing). Den if you wish to play another family, the previous one will be "deactivate" and "activate" the new one. The old family will run on its own until you choose to play it again.

WHY SO MAFAN? Crapppp. Want to play which family jiu play lah. Still got to click here and there to change.

Dun like the control panel too. Confusing. I WANT THE OLD ONE BBBBACK.

Music also not as nice. Graphics a bit pixelated. Or maybe my graphic card sucks.


I think The Sims team is trying to be innovative and not bounded to/restricted by its previous versions. But maybe too innovative lah. Some of the actions people are so used to using are getting worse.

And oh. For some reason, the screen wont move left/right when my cursor is at the edge of the screen unless i use the arrow keys on the keyboard. I wonder if it is a fault on my com. }:(

*****

I wish time can fly.

My mother demanded an all-day sushi meal tomorrow.


x(

He won! He won! :DDD

6th man to achieve Career Grand Slam (to win at all 4 Grand Slams) and equalled Sampras' 14 Grand Slam titles. The greatest player ever. Roger Federerrrrr.

"I went on a shopping binge to clear my mind,
but it just cleared my account."

- Serena Williams talking about one of her lost tennis matches

How ironic.

Just below me, there is a Chinese funeral going on. The chantings, the beating of instruments can be heard since last night.

And at the multi-purpose court next to our block, there is a Malay wedding going to take place. All the singings and enthusiasm of the singers can be heard since this afternoon.

Both set-ups were done yesterday afternoon at the same time some more. Chantings and singings can also be heard at the same time.

Chantings vs. Singings
Sad vs. Happy
Death vs. New life

All under the little neighbourhood of je.

This afternoon I intended to only lie down for a while on my bed, but end up fell asleep till the evening...

When my mom woke me up I still thought it was morning already, need go school. =.= The funny thing is, I know I have fallen asleep and perhaps for quite some time, but I don't feel as if I have slept like that. When my mom called me I just simply open my eyes... no tiredness from the long nap at all.

lol.

Oh btw. The tagboard like got some problem. When u post it wont auto refresh, so just click the tagboard tag again to check if its posted yea.

=]

I'm still so much in love with this song... It's so nice.

Would You be There

If I were blue, would you be there for me,
And whisper in my ears that's ok.
Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,
And say you love me one more time.

If I feel good, would you slow dance with me,
And touch my lips with tender loving care,
Would you die for me, would you run with me,
And never look back..

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you'll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you'll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there..

If I am away, would you still think of me,
And wished that you could hold me now.
Would you die for me, would you run with me,
All the way ...

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you'll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to save my soul tonight,
Would you swear that your love is always true,
Would you say that you always be there,
To kiss my pain away,

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you'll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to save my soul tonight,
Would you swear that your love is always true,
Would you say that you always be there,
To kiss my pain away,

Would you be there ..... for me ...

Bus being towed.

Tow truck.


Dragging the bus.


Further out.


Come to stop.


And stayed there.


Bus being jacked up.


Now where is it going?


Oh to the front.


Jacked up again.


Finally moving again.
After a long, long time.


Go go go.


...


... ...


Nearly out.


Prepare to turn.


bb!

Yea, I was bored.

Pissed...

Singpost did it.


Singpost apologising to Singtel.

Singtel demanding requesting a new cheque.

Dad damn pissed off. Bu gan yuan to write new cheque. End up me have to go IMM Post Office pay in order to save my internet connection ($$ from mom of course).

Den shun bian buy fan for my lappie... The fan starting to fail liao, very loud and the whole laptop gets damn hot easily...

Dunno what to choose. Cheap ones looks chui. In the end...

this one loh.

$39.

The cheena cashier keep bugging me to join member cos I will save $14 on the fan I am going to buy. I told her I won't shop a lot at challenger but she insisted that it is very hua for me cos I just need to top up $6 and I get the membership also (membership $20).

And say what will get refund if I dun shop as much. zz. But den again, members really save a lot loh. As much as $10+. So ended up spending more (on the membership)... =x

Still speak Engrish to me thorughout the whole process. Though not bad lah. Just not used to it I guess.

One more week...