Saturday, July 30, 2005

Hmmm.let me see?

Someone asked me "How did you guys meet?". That is me and my bf la. and my usual standard witty answer is:

Church la

HAHAHA Here is what i should have said.

Well, i met him at a camp, hated his guts but he decided that that turned him on. So, he stuck around, bugged the hell out of me and then, i decided that these sadistic encounters turned me on. So here we are, in a psychopathic sadomasochistic relationship.

Interesting enough?

Well, thats what really happened. No, no such knight in shining armor happenings. No accidentally on purpose bumping into him just to get him to notice me. No scubadiving, almost being eaten alive by a garoupa and him saving my precious life.

Sad isn't it?

I miss my friends...

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I met someone new today. She's so much like my old friends from taman yarl, makes me miss them oh so much. i realise my tongue is so shy now cos i haven't had the opportunity to sharpen it in ages. no one to exchange sarkie comments with. =( i'm so quiet, where i used to be so quick with words. it's embarrassing.

Friday, July 29, 2005

so pissed

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1. rude dvd/vcd seller - no brains, school drop out who can only make a bare minimum income by selling pirated versions of movies. so just because i don't wanna buy dvds i'm worthy of an insult la? asshole.

2. rude person - take your problems and shuv it up where the sun don't shine, got problems of my own. Bugger off!

3. saman - parked at a perfectly good spot. came back and saw the stupid thing. looked down on the road at nonexistent yellow line. damn! life is unfair! and it's all happening in the same day.

i shouldn't be angry. i should pity the poor sad pathetic asshole who's daily entertainment of insulting non-customers gives him such satisfaction in life. cos he doesn't have one.
i should just ignore the stick-up-butt rude person. i should just pay the saman and not bother to talk and flutter my eyelashes out of it.

i know i should. but i'm still pissed. i need to pray. excuse me.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Wordplay : Mental Self-Stimulation

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..which of course, is just a polite way of saying mental masturbation. Rest assured, for the results are gratifying. Now, onto the main course...


We'll begin with a box, of which the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always men,
why shouldn't the plural of pan be pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn't the plural of booth be beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
and though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine being, she, shis and shim.

Some reasons to be grateful if you grew up speaking English:

1] The bandage was wound around the wound.
2] The farm was used to produce produce.
3] The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4] We must polish the Polish furniture.
5] He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6] The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7] Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8] At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.
9] When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10] I did not object to the object.
11] The insurance for the invalid was invalid.
12] There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13] They weren't close enough to the door to close it.
14] The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15] A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16] To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17] The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18] After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number.
19] Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
20] I had to subject the subject to a series of subjective tests.
21] How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
22] I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.

Screwy pronunciations can mess up your mind! For example...

If you have a rough cough, climbing can be tough when going through the bough on a tree!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England. We take English for granted.

But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don 't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wiseguy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

If Dad is Pop, how's come Mom isn't Mop?

I know all about her...

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Ergh eczema

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Its the wrong time for this stupid darned skin problem to hit me. Eczema is the worst kinda thing in the world. Hey, i'm young and still have nice legs and i kinda wanna wear minis or skirts or anything thats a little higher than mid thigh...but no, i can't. Why? cos i have these horrible stupid scars that take a heckuva long time to go off.

Okay, i'm stressed, and okay, this problem is triggered by stress, but i can't help feeling stressed?! Heck, now i'm even more stressed. damn it! Why must you come and hit me now?!?! Couldn't you have waited for 20 years more? I want to go clubbing for crying out loud and all i can wear is a dressed up pair of jeans/pants with a heckuva nice top to distract ppl's attention from the jeans. Dang!

And whats worse? It can't be cured so that means whenever i'm stressed after i heal, it'll only flare up again! this is so crappy! Eczema, you're ruining my social life, self esteem and a whole lot more!!!

I'm still glad i'm a woman!!!

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I'm glad I'm a man, you better believe.
I don't live off of yogurt, diet coke, or cottage cheese.
I don't bitch to my girlfriends about the size of my breasts.
I can get where I want to - north, south, east or west.

I don't get wasted after only 2 beers,
and when I do drink I don't end up in tears.
I won't spend hours deciding what to wear.
I spend 5 minutes max fixing my hair.

And I don't go around checking my reflection
in everything shiny from every direction.
I don't whine in public and make us leave early, and
when you ask why get all bitter and surly.

I'm glad I'm a man, I'm so glad I could sing.
I don't have to sit around waiting for that ring.
I don't gossip about friends or stab them in the back.
I don't carry our differences into the sack.

I'll never go psycho and threaten to kill you
or think every guy out there's trying to steal you.
I'm rational, reasonable, and logical too.
I know what the time is and I know what to do.

And I honestly think its a privilege for me
to have these two balls and stand when I pee.
I live to watch sports and play all sorts of ball.
It's more fun than dealing with women after all.
I won't cry if you say it's not going to work.
I won't remain bitter and call you a jerk.

Feel free to use me for immediate pleasure.
I won't assume it's permanent by any measure.

Yes, I'm so very glad I'm a man, you see.
I'm glad I'm not capable of child delivery.
I don't get all bitchy every 28 days.
I'm glad that my gender gets me a much bigger raise.
I'm a man by chance and I'm thankful it's true.
I'm so glad I'm a man and not a woman like you!


I'm glad I'm a woman, yes I am, yes I am.
I don't live off of Budweiser, Beer Nuts and Spam.
I don't brag to my buddies about my erections.
I won't drive to Hell before I ask for directions.

I don't get wasted at parties, and act like a clown.
And I know how to put that damned toilet seat down!
I won't grab your hooters, I won't pinch your butt.
My belt buckle's not hidden beneath my beer gut.

And I don't go around "readjusting" my crotch,
or yell like Tarzan when my headboard gets a notch.
I don't belch in public, I don't scratch my behind.
I'm a woman you see-I'm just not that kind!

I'm glad I'm a woman, I'm so glad I could sing.
I don't have body hair like shag carpeting.
It doesn't grow from my ears or cover my back.
When I lean over you can't see 3 inches of crack.
And what's on my head doesn't leave with my comb.

I'll never buy a toupee to cover my dome.
Or have a few hairs pulled from over the side.
I'm a woman, you know-I've got far too much pride!
And I honestly think its a privilege for me,
to have these two boobs and sit down when I pee.
I don't live to play golf and shoot basketball.
I don't swagger and spit like a Neanderthal.

I won't tell you my wife just does not understand,
or stick my hand in my pocket to hide that gold band.
Or tell you a story to make you sigh and weep,
then screw you, roll over and fall sound asleep!
Yes, I'm so very glad I'm a woman, you see.
Forget all about that old penis envy.

I don't long for male bonding, I don't cruise for chicks.
Join the Hair Club For Men, or think with my dick.
I'm a woman by chance and I'm thankful, it's true.
I'm so glad I'm a woman and not a man like you!


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1. For the husband who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with me and not with someone else.

2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home & not on the streets.

3. For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.

4. For the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.

5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.

6. For my shadow that watches me work because it means I am out inthe sunshine.

7. For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning because it means I have a home.

8. For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of speech.

9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have beenblessed with transportation.

10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbours because it meansthat I can hear.

11. For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.

12. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day becauseit means I have been capable of working hard.

13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours becauseit means that I am stilll alive.

AND FINALLY ....... for received personal and meaningful forwardede-mails because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.


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...Who can wrestle with me and let me win. (sometimes)

...Who can talk to me about almost anything. (almost)

...Who laughs at my jokes.

...Who puts my cold hands between his, to warm.

...Who lets me use his jersey for a pillow.

...Who says "I Love You" & means it.

...Who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow. (maybe not snow =)

...Who calls unexpectedly. (at all the right times)

...Who will have many inside jokes with me and remember each one. (even when i forget)

...Who realizes that i say things but dont always mean them. (but forgives me anyway)

...Who can tell me his problems and let me help. (or at least hope to God that i'll understand them)

...Who will listen to me talk. (endlessly)

...Who will let me beat him up when i get angry. (almost always)

...Who saves his genuine, big smiles for me. (rare but spectacular, like pink diamonds)

...With deep, thoughtful eyes, that can see through faces into the depths of their minds and hearts.

...Who gives me his t-shirt to change into and not expect to get it back. (for a month or so anyway)

...Who knows my favorite color, vegetable, chocolates and perfume.

...Who will shake my dad's hand and look my mom in the eye.

...Who will know when something is wrong when i'm trying my best to put on an act. (darn)

...Who will kiss me and tell me i'm cute. (at the times i feel the lowest)

...Who will let me cry on his shoulder. (risking soaking wet shoulders)

...Who will hold me when i ask him to. (no questions asked)

...Who can surprise me and compliment me and play with my hair.

...Who smells like he just stepped out of the shower. (all the time)

...Who tells me i have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Hilton Quiz!!!

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LJ Username
Color Hair
Do you like Miss Hilton ?

Paris would say .. SO NOT!

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

New Stuff, New Life, New ME

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tired and sick of the old me. flawed i know i am but well i have decided to at least try and change the spots that can be changed. eating more humble pie, being more obedient... so different from the old me.

The old me

stubborn, rash, leap before looking, do anything not caring about consequences, run away from problems, facing life from under my pillow, wallowing in sadness, dependent on others, too proud, lots and lots of crap stuff la.

The New Me

i hope to erase all those bad things listed above. timeframe? difficult to say. but if i start one by one, i'll get through the list soon enough.

i think that the best way to eliminate a bad habit or way or thinking, is to consciously practice the proper good way everytime you think you want to do the bad habit. that takes time, so maybe it won't hurt to multitask and try to eliminate,say, three at a time. life's too short.

well, i'll see how this goes. will blog when i get good results.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

25 questions

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1. Song playing at the moment?
Bring it all to me - Blaque

2. One reason for living?

3. Ever donated blood?
no. scared of needles

4. Fav color?
green. lime green and purple

5. Accessories you usually wear? changes from time to is my time to sleep, there's nothing on me besides pajamas

6. Last place you went?
one utama

7. Last person who disappointed you? person only who shall remain unnamed

8. The most boring sport?

9. Ever had a baby? my baby hamsters count? real human babies only?? then, the answer is no

10. The funniest movie you watched in the past
hmm...parent trap

11. The most romantic gift?
no gift is as romantic as the person itself

12. Sang on stage before?

13. Strucked by lightning before?

14. Danced with a loved one before?

15. Ever wished you could turn back time?
yeah...all the time

16. What would you do if you woke up one day and
find yourself to be someone from the opposite
haha...i mean it'll be cool to be a guy

17. One song that's meaningful to you?
before your love - kelly clarkson

18. Last person you met?
my parents and sister

19. What will you be doing tomorrow?
sleep and visit the doctor

20. Who's your favorite F4 member?
ahha...its a tie between zai zai and yan cheng xu

21. One thing you regretted doing
i regretted lots of things but can't change that so why bother? Just change the future

22. What was the last game you played on the
text twist

23. Someone who means a lot to you at the
BouncingNinjaTurtle i guess

24. Do you hate someone at the moment?

25. What do you wish to happen now
i wish it would be hols and that i don't have to think about so many assignments for at least a week


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Take the quiz: "Which celebrity hottie are you?"

Paris Hilton
You're stuck up and selfish. You're a true blonde!! You wear what's in, but only if it shows half your body... in other words.. YOU'RE HOTT!

Take the quiz: "Which Victoria's Secret Angel are you?"

Gisele Bundchen
You are nice, trendy, and love to have fun!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

What a woman wants????

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What I Want in a Man, Original List
1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successful
4. A caring listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises
10. An imaginative, romantic lover

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 32)
1. Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
4. Listens more than talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries
10. Seeks romance at least once a week

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42)
1. Not too ugly (bald head OK)
2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car
3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally
4. Nods head when I'm talking
5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down
10. Shaves most weekends

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52)
1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public
3. Doesn't borrow money too often
4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting
5. Doesn't retell the same joke too many times
6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
9. Remembers your name on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62)
1. Doesn't scare small children
2. Remembers where bathroom is
3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly when asleep
5. Remembers why he's laughing
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears some clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it's the weekend

What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72)
1. Breathing
2. Doesn't miss the toilet

the differences

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Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else. And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?'' And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let's see . . .February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means . . . lemme check the odometer . . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed -- even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a goddamn garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90- day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a Knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a goddamn warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their......

''Roger,'' Elaine says aloud.
"What?'' says Roger, startled.
''Please don't torture yourself like this,'' she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ''Maybe I should never have . . Oh God, I feel so......'' (She breaks down, sobbing.)
''What?'' says Roger. ''I'm such a fool,'' Elaine sobs. ''I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse.''
''There's no horse?'' says Roger.
''You think I'm a fool, don't you?'' Elaine says.
''No!'' says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
''It's just that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time,'' Elaine says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
''Yes,'' he says.
(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
''Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?'' she says.
''What way?'' says Roger.
"That way about time,'' says Elaine.
''Oh,'' says Roger. ''Yes.''
(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
''Thank you, Roger,'' she says.
''Thank you,'' says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: ''Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?''

Disturbing Definitions

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The Oxford Dictionary's latest definition of the following words.

Divorce : Future tense of marriage.

Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end & a fool on the other.

Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes f the students without passing through the minds of either

Conference : The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.

Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.

Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power

Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.

Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.

Classic : A book which people praise, but do not read.

Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Office : A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

Yawn : The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

Etc. : A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

Committee : Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.

Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.

Atom Bomb : An invention to end all inventions.

Philosopher : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.

Diplomat : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.

Optimist : A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."

Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.

Father : A banker provided by nature.

Criminal : A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.

Boss : Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.

Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.

Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

ALmost the End...

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its almost the end...and i;m so glad. i'm just so freaking tired of work work work work. well, unofficial hols start next week cos consolidation week is next week and i only have to return to class on friday morning. after that is assessment week and if i'm not mistaken i only need to be there on monday. after that week, i'm as free as a bird for about two weeks. thank goodness. i'm tired and i haven't really been spending enough time with my baby(s)...

i mean my hamsters la. Kuchi Rat just told me,' hey, look! i;m not kuchi anymore and im not a rat!' he's grown so much, i totally missed the in betweens of that age gap. so sad!!! sigh. there's a new addition to the family though...i haven't named her yet, but Tess ( male baby of Earl Grey and the late Brownie, my oldest hamsters) seems to like her a lot. Once i put them together to introduce them, he immediately started trying know.!!!!....Males!!! tsk tsk... Kuchi Rat and Earl Grey werent as friendly though.

Kuchi's about 6 months old now, Earl is about a year old, Tess is 5 months old, and the female is 3 months old. I'm just wondering what i should name her. She's beige with a white sash in the middle surrounding her tummy with black ears and little pink feet. her tail is quite long. but she's quite jumpy and she's very scared all the time. it's quite hard for me to hold her, she's not too friendly. anyway, i'll have the time to slowly tame her soon.

Monday, July 11, 2005

so tired

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i've been working my butt off lately, although it might not seem like it, but i have. i'm so tired all the time cos i haven't been sleeping properly, staying up late to do my assignments. i'm really so glad that the holidays are going to be here soon. i just want to sleep. i'm in college now, got here early, to pass up my critical studies essay. now that i have, i just wanna go home. but my car's still in the hospital so i have no way. so sad!

i'm just wondering, what do 18 year old girls like to talk about? fashion? guys? shopping? isn't there any more to life? i guess that's why i preferred the theme " one life. make it count" for the upcoming bootcamp. i really want to share with others why i think there is much much more to life...

Saturday, July 09, 2005


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i found this so funny!!!

A mother had 3 daughters. They were all getting married within a
short time period. Because mom was a bit worried about how their
sex lives would get started, she made them all promise to send a
postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex

The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the
wedding. The card said nothing but "Nescafe." Mom was puzzled at
first, but then went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar.
It said: "Good till the last drop." Mom blushed, but was pleased
for her daughter.

The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the
wedding, and the card read: "Benson & Hedges." Mom now knew to
go straight to her husband's cigarettes, and she read from the
Benson & Hedges pack: "Extra Long. King Size." She was again
slightly embarrased but still happy for her daughter.

The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom
waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by, and still
nothing. Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived.
Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words: "British
Airways." Mom took out her latest Harper's Bazaar magazine,
flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found
the ad for the airline. The ad said: "Three times a day, seven
days a week, both ways." Mom fainted.

Thursday, July 07, 2005


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car crash today... three k for repairs... two weeks before the car comes out of the hospital... i don't really want to drive again... maybe i should drive a hilux or a range rover... i'm quite scared shitless... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Rude people

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have any of you experienced rude people who comment on your blog but don't have the guts to actually put their real name on it? rude people who can't stand it when others blog? who don't respect other's expression on life? i know lots of bloggers who have. well, my advice is, blog away. You can always delete those comments anyway!! =) so don't let these people stop you from blogging, don't let them stop you from letting things show on your blog where you can't in real life.

Delete away!!!