Was listening to dashboard confessional's vindicated when i suddenly remembered the first time i heard the song. Was when the sports camp gang was on our way to west coast park. huiying was singing rather unabashedly to the song. It was fun. Remembered the details from the trip, all of us climbing up the pyramid web. Me looking up at the skies thinking how vast the world was and how minute I am. How beautiful it will be to just lie soaking up the sun. I felt vindicated then, not sure why. Maybe it's because of the freedom.
That was when I started listening to dashboard's song. Many of which I liked. Those were the days. I felt excited when I heard this song. Not sure why, probably was the emotions that it brought. The carefree time of school days, full of fun and laughter.
Wierd thing is that when I heard it now at work, only brings sadness. Wistfullness. The fun that has passed. Time to get down to business. I stopped listening to rock, makes me queasy. Maybe that's the cost of growing up? No wonder my dad never like rock music. I'm feeling old. Instead of being vindicated, I think I'm far from it.
Destination for rants, for raves, for self, and for the people who cared about the puny one in the big big world.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Arguments
I hate arguments. Realised there's alot of things which i hate recently. I hate to argue my way through trying to justify why i am broke. Cos I know many wont understand. I'm not sure the reason why I am broke. But I do know how much I spent to make myself broke. Gross. So when friends keep asking me why I am broke I feel fustrated. Cos there's no reason to be, because I cannot find the things which caused me to be broke. Then friends assume I spent too much, which I find it wierd because I seriously dunno where my money went to. That is exasperating but I seriously do not blame them. So not to worry. So sorry both of you have to fight over it. I'm sorry.
My dad assumed I sm not humble enough when he was guiding me as I drove. Almost got into an accident today, which totally freaked me out. He kept nagging non stop and I couldn't concentrate at all, and I started yelling back. Then he got angry and both of us were yelling in the car. I'm starting to get a phobia of driving. It ends up in arguments and my hands growing damn cold. Worse, with him assuming that I'm not listening and learning everytime I asked him to shut up his damn mouth.
I know he was trying to teach me. But I can't learn everything all at once when I'm looking at the road and listening. He started arguing that I shouldn't switch on the car radio in the beginning. I was baffled. The radio was suppose to calm me down.
I stopped arguing. Got tired. Because at the end of it he was still assuming that I wasn't listening and I was not humble enough, when during the whole trip I was trying to take in everything I have learnt. I totally gave up. Couldn't stop crying while driving and he just kept talking about how weak I was. Did I ever mention playing tennis with him was always a full 2 hours of scolding? How I didn't play well, why my shots were so bad etc etc. It is tough being the daughter of a perfectionist dad. Did he ever knew I was trying my best to be his perfect daughter? Nothing is impossible is his motto.
My mom asked me not to drive anymore. No point arguing everytime I drive. My dad doesn't believe in phobia, but I have a phobia of driving, because it leads to unhappy moments. and I hate it. This is the worst argument we ever had. He refused to listen to what I said and just kept assuming what he was thinking. Arguing never works. It merely tires ppl out.
I am so tired. So many relationships. I think it's tough to have so many relationships. You gotta keep caring about others and it's tiring. I know that thinking is selfish, but who the hell cared about you when you are trying to explain yourself? Everyone just keep assuming. I may be guilty of that at times too, I don't deny. It's a human tragedy.
My dad assumed I sm not humble enough when he was guiding me as I drove. Almost got into an accident today, which totally freaked me out. He kept nagging non stop and I couldn't concentrate at all, and I started yelling back. Then he got angry and both of us were yelling in the car. I'm starting to get a phobia of driving. It ends up in arguments and my hands growing damn cold. Worse, with him assuming that I'm not listening and learning everytime I asked him to shut up his damn mouth.
I know he was trying to teach me. But I can't learn everything all at once when I'm looking at the road and listening. He started arguing that I shouldn't switch on the car radio in the beginning. I was baffled. The radio was suppose to calm me down.
I stopped arguing. Got tired. Because at the end of it he was still assuming that I wasn't listening and I was not humble enough, when during the whole trip I was trying to take in everything I have learnt. I totally gave up. Couldn't stop crying while driving and he just kept talking about how weak I was. Did I ever mention playing tennis with him was always a full 2 hours of scolding? How I didn't play well, why my shots were so bad etc etc. It is tough being the daughter of a perfectionist dad. Did he ever knew I was trying my best to be his perfect daughter? Nothing is impossible is his motto.
My mom asked me not to drive anymore. No point arguing everytime I drive. My dad doesn't believe in phobia, but I have a phobia of driving, because it leads to unhappy moments. and I hate it. This is the worst argument we ever had. He refused to listen to what I said and just kept assuming what he was thinking. Arguing never works. It merely tires ppl out.
I am so tired. So many relationships. I think it's tough to have so many relationships. You gotta keep caring about others and it's tiring. I know that thinking is selfish, but who the hell cared about you when you are trying to explain yourself? Everyone just keep assuming. I may be guilty of that at times too, I don't deny. It's a human tragedy.
off work
am starting to feel dreadful about work. although there are new things to learn. i guess it's the politics which is affecting me. i feel so vulnerable. sucks big time. wished it was holiday everyday.
told wy i want to be a homemaker next time, take care of the kids and not work. he said ok. hard to imagine ppl will say that now. but can't be for real la..how to survive. everything so expensive.
gross...knew work was gonna be lidat. hate this kind of mundane life. i'm back to counting down the nine hours every day. gross. the work never gets finish. worse is the politics seems to be worse. i hate the feeling of trusting the wrong person.
told wy i want to be a homemaker next time, take care of the kids and not work. he said ok. hard to imagine ppl will say that now. but can't be for real la..how to survive. everything so expensive.
gross...knew work was gonna be lidat. hate this kind of mundane life. i'm back to counting down the nine hours every day. gross. the work never gets finish. worse is the politics seems to be worse. i hate the feeling of trusting the wrong person.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Nightmares
I hate them. Been having them for the past few weeks. Whether it's reliving the past or a new fear all over again, they're always making me wake up shivering and in cold sweat. Not forgetting the urge to cry whenever my eyes blinked open. It's a habit. I cry when I have nightmares, combined with trembling hands and a cold back.
They make me feel so tired the next morning. Like I've just ran miles or woke up in the middle of the night just to act out the whole scenario. So tiring. Sometimes they are so real they keep bugging me the day after. I hate it. Lethargic sets in after days of bad dreams.
Just woke up from one. Like the past came flashing right before my eyes. Amazingly, I experience the same emotions too. Worse, is the feeling when you wake up and you thought it was real, until the next moment when the trembling stops, you realise it's all just a bad dream. Hopefully these images will be kept in the arena of unreality...at least for a long long time. It's like the ghosts of the past comes to haunt you all the time. To force you to remember the things you want to forget. Gross.
Gonna give wenyao a surprise later! Haha. In cahoots with zw. He shall jio him out and I shall appear. I didn't tell wy I took leave today! Was planning to go spageddies then go watch harry potter! Haha today is our 59th month...I know many don't celebrate monthsary. We do not actually, don't even know if wy remembers the date...hah. But it's nice to have something to look forward to every month right. One more month to 5th year. Can only say this when I think back - 'Wah Seh!'.
Haa...just now called my mom! She so nice. Agreed to help me pay for my digi cam first. Yeah!!! She actually asked me to use my dad's money first, which is in my bank. She say if my dad finds out, she'll take care of the problem and put money back! Hohoho. Shall check if it's a bargain first b4 buying...if not i'll buy next year. Yeah. Mum's the best! (Geez, I'm so fickle)
They make me feel so tired the next morning. Like I've just ran miles or woke up in the middle of the night just to act out the whole scenario. So tiring. Sometimes they are so real they keep bugging me the day after. I hate it. Lethargic sets in after days of bad dreams.
Just woke up from one. Like the past came flashing right before my eyes. Amazingly, I experience the same emotions too. Worse, is the feeling when you wake up and you thought it was real, until the next moment when the trembling stops, you realise it's all just a bad dream. Hopefully these images will be kept in the arena of unreality...at least for a long long time. It's like the ghosts of the past comes to haunt you all the time. To force you to remember the things you want to forget. Gross.
Gonna give wenyao a surprise later! Haha. In cahoots with zw. He shall jio him out and I shall appear. I didn't tell wy I took leave today! Was planning to go spageddies then go watch harry potter! Haha today is our 59th month...I know many don't celebrate monthsary. We do not actually, don't even know if wy remembers the date...hah. But it's nice to have something to look forward to every month right. One more month to 5th year. Can only say this when I think back - 'Wah Seh!'.
Haa...just now called my mom! She so nice. Agreed to help me pay for my digi cam first. Yeah!!! She actually asked me to use my dad's money first, which is in my bank. She say if my dad finds out, she'll take care of the problem and put money back! Hohoho. Shall check if it's a bargain first b4 buying...if not i'll buy next year. Yeah. Mum's the best! (Geez, I'm so fickle)
Nightmares
I hate them. Been having them for the past few weeks. Whether it's reliving the past or a new fear all over again, they're always making me wake up shivering and in cold sweat. Not forgetting the urge to cry whenever my eyes blinked open. It's a habit. I cry when I have nightmares, combined with trembling hands and a cold back.
They make me feel so tired the next morning. Like I've just ran miles or woke up in the middle of the night just to act out the whole scenario. So tiring. Sometimes they are so real they keep bugging me the day before. I hate it. Lethargic sets in after days of bad dreams.
Just woke up from one. Like the past came flashing right before my eyes. Amazingly, I experience the same emotions too. Worse, is the feeling when you wake up and you thought it was real, until the next moment when the trembling stops, you realise it's all just a bad dream. Hopefully these images will be kept in the arena of unreality...at least for a long long time. It's like the ghosts of the past comes to haunt you all the time. To force you to remember the things you want to forget. Gross.
Gonna give wenyao a surprise later! Haha. In cahoots with zw. He shall jio him out and I shall appear. I didn't tell wy I took leave today! Was planning to go spageddies then go watch harry potter! Haha today is our 59th month...I know many don't celebrate monthsary. We do not actually, don't even know if wy remembers the date...hah. But it's nice to have something to look forward to every month right. One more month to 5th year. Can only say this when I think back - 'Wah Seh!'.
Haa...just now called my mom! She so nice. Say can help me pay for my digi cam first. Yeah!!! She actually asked me to use my dad's money first, which is in my bank. She say if my dad finds out, she'll take care of the problem then put money back! Hohoho. Shall check if it's a bargain first b4 buying...if not i'll buy next year. Yeah. Mum's the best! (Geez, I'm so fickle)
They make me feel so tired the next morning. Like I've just ran miles or woke up in the middle of the night just to act out the whole scenario. So tiring. Sometimes they are so real they keep bugging me the day before. I hate it. Lethargic sets in after days of bad dreams.
Just woke up from one. Like the past came flashing right before my eyes. Amazingly, I experience the same emotions too. Worse, is the feeling when you wake up and you thought it was real, until the next moment when the trembling stops, you realise it's all just a bad dream. Hopefully these images will be kept in the arena of unreality...at least for a long long time. It's like the ghosts of the past comes to haunt you all the time. To force you to remember the things you want to forget. Gross.
Gonna give wenyao a surprise later! Haha. In cahoots with zw. He shall jio him out and I shall appear. I didn't tell wy I took leave today! Was planning to go spageddies then go watch harry potter! Haha today is our 59th month...I know many don't celebrate monthsary. We do not actually, don't even know if wy remembers the date...hah. But it's nice to have something to look forward to every month right. One more month to 5th year. Can only say this when I think back - 'Wah Seh!'.
Haa...just now called my mom! She so nice. Say can help me pay for my digi cam first. Yeah!!! She actually asked me to use my dad's money first, which is in my bank. She say if my dad finds out, she'll take care of the problem then put money back! Hohoho. Shall check if it's a bargain first b4 buying...if not i'll buy next year. Yeah. Mum's the best! (Geez, I'm so fickle)
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Zee's appetite
My appetite as you have possibly assumed, has greatly increase. Seriously, I've been trying hard to find the motivation for my appetite, which I have unable to discover. If not I would be pretty slim by now.
What I ate today (final check @ 3.08pm)
1) Honey drink in the morning (every morning a must)
2) Chicken essence (a must after a nightmare about the acapolypse woke me up in the middle of the nite)
3) one soya bean milk (large portion, minus the sugar)
4) one bowl of century egg with pork porriage (for lunch)
5) chicken salad (before I created this entry!)
Gross...now u noe why i ain't getting slimmer no matter how i try (or rather don't try!) Oh man. Somebody zip my mouth!
Now you know why I'm so broke. I spent a fricking $1.00 (soya milk) + $2.50 ( porriage) + $3.80 (chicken salad) = $7.30 on food for half a day. Damn!
What I ate today (final check @ 3.08pm)
1) Honey drink in the morning (every morning a must)
2) Chicken essence (a must after a nightmare about the acapolypse woke me up in the middle of the nite)
3) one soya bean milk (large portion, minus the sugar)
4) one bowl of century egg with pork porriage (for lunch)
5) chicken salad (before I created this entry!)
Gross...now u noe why i ain't getting slimmer no matter how i try (or rather don't try!) Oh man. Somebody zip my mouth!
Now you know why I'm so broke. I spent a fricking $1.00 (soya milk) + $2.50 ( porriage) + $3.80 (chicken salad) = $7.30 on food for half a day. Damn!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thank you dedication
Haa...shall dedicate this post to wenyao after what he said to me over msn. I love you so so so so much!
¤§pä®k|ꤙ: dear u there?
sCrAtCh : yup
sCrAtCh : y?
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : nothing
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : life's no longer a blast
sCrAtCh : wats wrong?
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : life's no blast anymore
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i no longer have a blasting life
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : everything is spelled boring
sCrAtCh : no lah dear
sCrAtCh : i'll plan surprises and outing after my exams k?
sCrAtCh : starting with the macritchie bridge
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : realli
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : =)
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : that certainly brought a smile..
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : haha in a long long time
sCrAtCh : i wan to spend time with u dear
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i noe
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : that was nice
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i like that
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : it really made me happy
Haa...pen everything down cos I want to remember that. Life's a little blastful after all..hahaha. *I'm seriously easily contented huh?*
Wooo hooo...i smiled!!!
¤§pä®k|ꤙ: dear u there?
sCrAtCh : yup
sCrAtCh : y?
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : nothing
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : life's no longer a blast
sCrAtCh : wats wrong?
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : life's no blast anymore
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i no longer have a blasting life
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : everything is spelled boring
sCrAtCh : no lah dear
sCrAtCh : i'll plan surprises and outing after my exams k?
sCrAtCh : starting with the macritchie bridge
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : realli
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : =)
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : that certainly brought a smile..
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : haha in a long long time
sCrAtCh : i wan to spend time with u dear
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i noe
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : that was nice
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : i like that
¤§pä®k|ꤙ : it really made me happy
Haa...pen everything down cos I want to remember that. Life's a little blastful after all..hahaha. *I'm seriously easily contented huh?*
Wooo hooo...i smiled!!!
Sunday Blues
There's a reason I hate sundays. It's one day before work, which previously was school. Damn.
I hate sundays! I'm dreading to go to work. There's like so many things that is suppose to be done, not forgetting that I'm way short of schedule. I'm supposed to finish some stuffs by Monday, but I did not. I was seriously pissed off at that deadline because I thought it was humanly impossible. (I would not regard working full time plus extra time on weekends as humane behaviour. If you seriously do that, I think you should either get a life or declare to your boss that you are underpaid, or under-welfared!) Arggh.
I feel super pissed the whole weekend. Think it's because of the thought that my boss gave me an impossible task. It's like catching air. My god. And being the perfectionist me, I'm super pek cek with myself for not being able to complete a task. Damn. So bottomline, I think I am only angry with myself for not being motivated to get the work done. Damn. I hate that.
Arrgh. Sometimes I think I don't even know how to write entries already. I find myself utilising all my brain cells just to think of keeping up a blog, ie, find something to write. As you can see, the interest has pretty much died down, which is seriously a pity, cos I LOVE TO WRITE! OMG.
I guess working life does changes people. I don't find myself getting excited at things anymore. Whatever happened to 'young at heart'. I feel the same age as what my body is feeling seriously. Lethargic and oldish. Old old old old maid. Gross.
Wish I was young again. I mean wish to feel young again. What was it that was so enticing about youth? The romance, the friends and the excitability over everything and anything (ok, the last part is jus me...I am..or I used to be an easily excited person..hah).
*groan* no wonder i don't feel youthful. All these things are gone. Where have all the bitches gone anywayz? Life was fun when it was a bitch. Gross. I miss being young. Oh man.
PS: Did I mention I was fat? or I mean I got fatter? Gross...the world is decreasing..everybody is minute! Puny! why am I the one increasing? It's like all the fat in the world just found a way to my tummy. Hohoho. Shit. I must slim down. Christmas is coming. *Groan*
I hate sundays! I'm dreading to go to work. There's like so many things that is suppose to be done, not forgetting that I'm way short of schedule. I'm supposed to finish some stuffs by Monday, but I did not. I was seriously pissed off at that deadline because I thought it was humanly impossible. (I would not regard working full time plus extra time on weekends as humane behaviour. If you seriously do that, I think you should either get a life or declare to your boss that you are underpaid, or under-welfared!) Arggh.
I feel super pissed the whole weekend. Think it's because of the thought that my boss gave me an impossible task. It's like catching air. My god. And being the perfectionist me, I'm super pek cek with myself for not being able to complete a task. Damn. So bottomline, I think I am only angry with myself for not being motivated to get the work done. Damn. I hate that.
Arrgh. Sometimes I think I don't even know how to write entries already. I find myself utilising all my brain cells just to think of keeping up a blog, ie, find something to write. As you can see, the interest has pretty much died down, which is seriously a pity, cos I LOVE TO WRITE! OMG.
I guess working life does changes people. I don't find myself getting excited at things anymore. Whatever happened to 'young at heart'. I feel the same age as what my body is feeling seriously. Lethargic and oldish. Old old old old maid. Gross.
Wish I was young again. I mean wish to feel young again. What was it that was so enticing about youth? The romance, the friends and the excitability over everything and anything (ok, the last part is jus me...I am..or I used to be an easily excited person..hah).
*groan* no wonder i don't feel youthful. All these things are gone. Where have all the bitches gone anywayz? Life was fun when it was a bitch. Gross. I miss being young. Oh man.
PS: Did I mention I was fat? or I mean I got fatter? Gross...the world is decreasing..everybody is minute! Puny! why am I the one increasing? It's like all the fat in the world just found a way to my tummy. Hohoho. Shit. I must slim down. Christmas is coming. *Groan*
Evil being
I did something totally bad today. It came by chance. Just didn't expect to see the information that was revealed so quickly and easily. I don't deny I was searching for it last year and the months after, but after so long, the feeling of obtaining it sort of just went away. I'm not going to mention what 'it' is. I'm just too ashamed to say it out blatantly.
Gross. It has been such a shock that I'm seen scrumaging through the information that I've not realised it's way past 230am. I think some people would have been totally fed up with me to know what I did. Two people know though. Gross.
Realised I've been very tolerant of people. Sometimes to the extent that I got too understanding? Maybe I assume people would continually be sad over some stuffs, not to realise that many are actually optimistic and got over things damn fast. I am in a state of shock. It's like I have been carrying a burden and worrying over something which, in the first place, I shouldn't even be considering. Worse, is all the bad profiling I get after what I never done only to find that the person who profiled me as a bad person got over things so damn fast.
I feel so bad for being evil. I feel so bad for letting friends and family worry over something that is mundane all because I thought there was a justification for my situation in the past. I was sad because I assumed I hurt someone and that I did something unforgivable.
There's a rage going on inside me. But at the same time a lightness of being. Something can finally be get over and done with. A baggage cleared, a load off. But there's the prescence of sadness, a portion of life wasted, a huge dash of energy released. Not forgetting the effort of the people who were constantly trying to maneuvour me in the right direction in life. I'm sorry and I thank you.
It's consternation all over again. Only thing is the burden is lighter, life feels uglier and prettier both at the same time. Wierd.
Gross. It has been such a shock that I'm seen scrumaging through the information that I've not realised it's way past 230am. I think some people would have been totally fed up with me to know what I did. Two people know though. Gross.
Realised I've been very tolerant of people. Sometimes to the extent that I got too understanding? Maybe I assume people would continually be sad over some stuffs, not to realise that many are actually optimistic and got over things damn fast. I am in a state of shock. It's like I have been carrying a burden and worrying over something which, in the first place, I shouldn't even be considering. Worse, is all the bad profiling I get after what I never done only to find that the person who profiled me as a bad person got over things so damn fast.
I feel so bad for being evil. I feel so bad for letting friends and family worry over something that is mundane all because I thought there was a justification for my situation in the past. I was sad because I assumed I hurt someone and that I did something unforgivable.
There's a rage going on inside me. But at the same time a lightness of being. Something can finally be get over and done with. A baggage cleared, a load off. But there's the prescence of sadness, a portion of life wasted, a huge dash of energy released. Not forgetting the effort of the people who were constantly trying to maneuvour me in the right direction in life. I'm sorry and I thank you.
It's consternation all over again. Only thing is the burden is lighter, life feels uglier and prettier both at the same time. Wierd.
Evil being
I did something totally bad today. It came by chance. Just didn't expect to see the information that was revealed so quickly and easily. I don't deny I was searching for it last year and the months after, but after so long, the feeling of obtaining it sort of just went away. I'm not going to mention what 'it' is. I'm just too ashamed to say it out blatantly.
Gross. It has been such a shock that I'm seen scrumaging through the information that I've not realised it's way past 230am. I think some people would have been totally fed up with me to know what I did. Two people know though. Gross.
Realised I've been very tolerant of people. Sometimes to the extent that I got too understanding? Maybe I assume people would continually be sad over some stuffs, not to realise that many are actually optimistic and got over things damn fast. I am in a state of shock. It's like I have been carrying a burden and worrying over something which I shouldn't in the first place even be considering. Worse, is all the bad profiling I get after what I never done only to find that the person who profiled me as a bad person got over things so damn fast.
I feel so bad for being evil. I feel so bad for letting friends and family worry over something that is mundane all because I thought there was a justification for my situation in the past. I was sad because I assumed I hurt someone and that I did something unforgivable.
There's a rage going on inside me. But at the same time a lightness of being. Something can finally be get over and done with. A baggage cleared, a load off. But there's the prescence of sadness, a portion of life wasted, a huge dash of energy released. Not forgetting the effort of the people who were constantly trying to maneuvour me in the right direction in life. I'm sorry and I thank you.
It's consternation all over again. Only thing is the burden is lighter, life feels uglier and prettier both at the same time. Wierd.
Gross. It has been such a shock that I'm seen scrumaging through the information that I've not realised it's way past 230am. I think some people would have been totally fed up with me to know what I did. Two people know though. Gross.
Realised I've been very tolerant of people. Sometimes to the extent that I got too understanding? Maybe I assume people would continually be sad over some stuffs, not to realise that many are actually optimistic and got over things damn fast. I am in a state of shock. It's like I have been carrying a burden and worrying over something which I shouldn't in the first place even be considering. Worse, is all the bad profiling I get after what I never done only to find that the person who profiled me as a bad person got over things so damn fast.
I feel so bad for being evil. I feel so bad for letting friends and family worry over something that is mundane all because I thought there was a justification for my situation in the past. I was sad because I assumed I hurt someone and that I did something unforgivable.
There's a rage going on inside me. But at the same time a lightness of being. Something can finally be get over and done with. A baggage cleared, a load off. But there's the prescence of sadness, a portion of life wasted, a huge dash of energy released. Not forgetting the effort of the people who were constantly trying to maneuvour me in the right direction in life. I'm sorry and I thank you.
It's consternation all over again. Only thing is the burden is lighter, life feels uglier and prettier both at the same time. Wierd.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Freeloaders
Wenyao came to meet me for lunch yesterday at the office. Kept thinking about what we were going to have. Cos seriously, although I've been raving about the good food here at Raffles, I'm kinda getting bored with the selections. I'm quite an eccentric person. Only eating those that I've already ate and unwilling to try out new stuffs. I mean hawker food. I only eat farmiliar hawker food. E.g. fish soup noodles, porriage, yong tau foo. There was one week when I ate fish soup noodles everyday, with only a change in the variety. Hahaha. But I'm more adventurous when I come to restaurants...but but but...becos of the brokage I am now undergoing. That's way off limits!
Ok i digressed. This entry was suppose to be short. Haha. We settled to eat at this Taiwanese delight place with la mian and jiao zi. Jiao zi tastes like those I bought from NTUC and always eat in hall kind. Super bad taste. La Mian still not bad.
We kept talking and talking then we left. Halfway out a woman started shouting at us. Wenyao ran back immediately. I realised we had forgotten to make payment!
Grossed out! First time likdat. Lucky nobody farmiliar saw us. Super paiseh. Haha...I cannot imagine myself being a freeloader. Quite funny actually. Wenyao was so embarrassed his whole face turned red! That is the problem when food vendors don't collect money b4 hand! Hah.
Ok i digressed. This entry was suppose to be short. Haha. We settled to eat at this Taiwanese delight place with la mian and jiao zi. Jiao zi tastes like those I bought from NTUC and always eat in hall kind. Super bad taste. La Mian still not bad.
We kept talking and talking then we left. Halfway out a woman started shouting at us. Wenyao ran back immediately. I realised we had forgotten to make payment!
Grossed out! First time likdat. Lucky nobody farmiliar saw us. Super paiseh. Haha...I cannot imagine myself being a freeloader. Quite funny actually. Wenyao was so embarrassed his whole face turned red! That is the problem when food vendors don't collect money b4 hand! Hah.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Changing lives
Been reading other people's blogs.
Some no longer updated,
some died,
some reborn.
The content changes too.
Some are happy,
some sad,
some go living life like it never changes.
But life changes.
Some good, some bad.
Which leaves me wondering.
Relationship lost after 5 years.
Relationship formed after 5 weeks.
It's amazing right?
Everything comes in full circle.
People complain about almost the same things on their blogs.
They marvel over similar things too.
We are same and different all at the same time.
Really magnifies change as the only constant.
Nothing good, nothing bad about it.
It's just life.
But somehow I feel stuck in this momentum.
It's a question of how I get myself into this situation.
On purpose or by accident?
Wish I knew.
Some no longer updated,
some died,
some reborn.
The content changes too.
Some are happy,
some sad,
some go living life like it never changes.
But life changes.
Some good, some bad.
Which leaves me wondering.
Relationship lost after 5 years.
Relationship formed after 5 weeks.
It's amazing right?
Everything comes in full circle.
People complain about almost the same things on their blogs.
They marvel over similar things too.
We are same and different all at the same time.
Really magnifies change as the only constant.
Nothing good, nothing bad about it.
It's just life.
But somehow I feel stuck in this momentum.
It's a question of how I get myself into this situation.
On purpose or by accident?
Wish I knew.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
a boring blog
I haven't been updating since that fateful fire. Work's pretty hectic and I've been told I'll be working European hours soon. Grossed out.
Read so many people's blogs recently. All circulated around cos they were funny. Haha. No wonder mine never got circulated around. It's so not funny. To be blunt, pretty much boring.
First. No pics.
You must have realised (whoever you are who actually reads a boring blog) that I never posts pictures! Haha. I also dunno why. Wait lemme think, maybe it's cos I don't have the raw material to start with. Yes! A camera! hahaha. I really have no idea what kind to buy. But before that, I'll still need the cash to buy the RAW MATERIAL. ARggh.
Aniwayz...i'm been thinking how people get their blog to be so funny. Yeah...I can laugh with frens when I'm out. How come I can't get the laughter into writing? Hmmm.
Anyways..this is a total crap entry.
Haha. Gotcha for reading it! (Oh...i m so trying too hard....)
Read so many people's blogs recently. All circulated around cos they were funny. Haha. No wonder mine never got circulated around. It's so not funny. To be blunt, pretty much boring.
First. No pics.
You must have realised (whoever you are who actually reads a boring blog) that I never posts pictures! Haha. I also dunno why. Wait lemme think, maybe it's cos I don't have the raw material to start with. Yes! A camera! hahaha. I really have no idea what kind to buy. But before that, I'll still need the cash to buy the RAW MATERIAL. ARggh.
Aniwayz...i'm been thinking how people get their blog to be so funny. Yeah...I can laugh with frens when I'm out. How come I can't get the laughter into writing? Hmmm.
Anyways..this is a total crap entry.
Haha. Gotcha for reading it! (Oh...i m so trying too hard....)