holy shit!!

I just failed my first paper, blardy hell..
Funny thing is that I totally misread the question, according to the comment left by the marker. I must be sleeping during the paper lahz!! The marker did not mark, just a comment. Nice work huh~ I wrote 1 freaking full page of trash!!!
Serves me right for not sleeping~

Presentation

I had my first presentation after the break. HOoo~ It's nerve wrecking.. I got tongue-tied in the middle of my slide and started jumping around the points, i confused my audience, confused my groupmates, shocked myself, but got an A in the end.
I think this is my worst presentation suit I've been in ever.. The combination is oversized jeans, oversized long sleeves blouse, heels and messy hair. Overall, I hate my day!!!

That's it, I need some rest now. Supposed to do something about my BLAW, but no mood, no strength, no motivation. Only source of energy just ignored me and hang up on me. Dunno what I doing now oso. FOrgot what I wanna say. Misty eyes. Frosty brain. Cold encolsing me. Freezing fingers. Water droplets on my cheeks. God noes what happen to me.

haiz~~~~~~

Current statues report: Working on DCI for presentation tomorrow, munching on my Apollo strawberry stick wafer (yum yum), surfing around for jokes as a destress tool, playing around with the post-it note pad on my lappy desktop..
Other activities: waiting for pigs to fly, for horse to drop from the sky, for rabbit to starting walking, for cows to start having chalets and for the lion to start grazing on the grazz... ...
*I'm nutz, beware and stay away. I might decide to put you with the tigers and see of the tigers will scream 'EEeeKKkks' at you instead of roar at you anot.

Arh~~Nice day..

Current statues, blogging in the middle of class, trying to get down to serious work. Just came back from chalet with the ESRs, still on holiday mood. I'm gonna get the pictures of the chalet soon, but not now. Talking war and peace in class. Craps...

Look at my Hammy

It's been hiding in that little house ever since my brother bought it for him. So lazy..I hardly see my hammy any more~

sick sick sick...

oooOOHHhh~~ I hate the way I spend most of my holidays..Why in heaven's name that they are treating me so shabbily?? Why am I always sick when I'm having my holidays?? I had planned a clubbing trip last Wednesday, thanks to the fever!!! I cancelled it.. FREAKS!!! This time, I guess I won't get to go as well, I'm having a terrible headache, so bad that I think my brains are not exactly functioning much as well.. But at the very least, I got some stuff that requires no brain work. I've just sweep the floor, mop the floor, done the dishes, dry the laundry.. I sound like a maid -_- ~~

lame~~

Picturesz..

hmm..i got this from Carmen's blog..
Just realize that I have yet to update on my links..I think its just me, being lazy..

PIcturesz..

So sweet..

Just the other day, I tune into the radio and I heard a sweet little conversation between two DJ. I have got no idea what station is that, but its sweet.

Two DJ, Boy & Gal:
Gal: If your gal ask you to express your love in the center of the world, what would you do?
Boy: I would walk up to her and whisper into her ear.
Gal: ??? Why?
Boy: Because she is the world to me, and it wouldnt be complete without her being in it..

It's in chinese, it sounded so sweet when I heard it..If my boi would say something like that.. But having known him inside out, it's not likely, and I like him the way he is..Now..

Finally~~

I'm finally getting one off day aftre working like 45 hours for one whole week. What really makes me uneasy is that those ladies there, like to take MC or take urgent leave when I'm there. FREAK IT OUT!!!They even got the cheek to ask me to extend my hours because they are short-handed. I don't mind working extra, but the thing is that they refuse to sign it as OT for me. I bear a freakingly deep grudge against them. I remembered the time where they are suppose to sign it as OT for me, ended up as me being late and cut away. So I did an hour plus of free work for them with absolutely nothing in return. OH! I've got something, I got myself a bad name in return. That's so nice...

... ...

Can that be a title as well?!?!? *heh
I hate myself for being so tearful..
I hate myself for crying over nothing..
I hate the me I see in the mirror..
I hate the me that crys for you..
I hate crying.. but why am I alwayz doing the thing that I hated most?
I haven't got the answer. Anyone has the answer?
Can someone please enlighten me?

Thank You For Your Time

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think
about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It' s been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the
thing I value most," Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack disc overed a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note
read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I
valued most in my life."

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,! Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time."

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much that they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

5. You mean the world to someone.

6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

7. You are special and unique.

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you most likely turned your back on the world.

11. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

If you send this letter to all the people you care about, you will certainly righten someone's day and might change their perspective on life... for the better.

I got this in an email, I thought it's pretty nice.. People in this little island are getting more nasty by the day, perhaps by the minute.. I can only smile. I am not that kinda magnanimous, I can't forgive and forget about everything. I am a quite short tempered person. And pretty paranoid too. I don't quite like myself. I don't like the me now. I think I look so fake. I think I'm the worst kind of human alive. I even think that I'm a hypocrite at times. I've gotta learn to love myself... ...

我让你走了

I believe...

the saying that says What Comes Round Goes Round
The reason that I'm saying this is because I am seeing it happen, right in the family line, not my family though. Let's start with the characters in the story, A shall be the relative, B is A's daughter, C is A's son, B and C are siblings, D is A's ex-husband(they are divorced).
Time check now, its 11.30pm, and I shall begin...
A used to be a very nasty person. She takes advantage of everyone in the family, espacially the siblings. A had a daughter and a son. Being overly protective whenever t the son is concern, C has never held any job before. On the other hand, B is an agent, but I'm not gonna say what kinda agent is she(deals with bug money). Previously, the house expenses are controlled by C, the most doted child. But something happen, B became the head of the household. Although A did not like the situation, she had no say about it as she is getting older. Ever since B took over the household, things have changed. Right now, A is like a kid, getting pocket money. When A spends her money too fast, B will question her.
There's still so much more to tell.. I felt my eyes feeling warm when I'm asking my mum about this matter. B has even manipulated A into selling their flat and occupying the flat that originally belongs to D. I really don't know how to continue anymore!!! B has even chased out her aunt to live with C, when C is jobless and can barely keep himself alive. The aunt us very sickly and she can barely see properly due to her deteriorating illness. She is almost blind, and she's picking cardboard boxes to earn a living. She's rhe most innocent party in this story. B is leaving her aside as she has lost her value. Right now, I believe that karma will befall on her, sooner or later. She will reap what she sow, I strongly believe...

me = crazy

See the dates of my last few posts?? I'm posting and blogging like nobody's business..Well anyway, I think it's because I've finish my common test, and now I'm using my own unique way to destress.. The world cup is here, my boi is a big fan, I know nutz about soccer, so I don't spoil his mood by making remarks on the sport.. Just like if he make remarks on my dance, I'll be mad as well.. By the way, my boi went to Ministry of Sound(MOS) with his friends on Saturday night. I stole a picture from their album:



This are only the guys, I'm not posting the girls due to safety purposes. God knows what people might do when they see those girls on the streets. But I think guys are fine, they so big already, sure can take care of themselves.. *smilez*

Just a Music Video

It;s just an MV that i used to like very much..

Reflection

This is something that I've found on deviantart, darren is the creator..

penguins..

I just finish watching March of the Penguins..
I don't know what to say.. I feel so, so confused.. The daddy penguin protects the baby while the mummy hunts for food, whent he mummy penguin comes back, the daddy goes.. It's a routine for every seasonal change. But reality is equal to crualty, on those trips, sometimes the mummy got hunted by other sea creatures like the sea lion, or the daddy, being unable to with stand those snow storms, fall into a deep sleep and never get a chance to wake up again. For those babies, if the parent fail to keep them warm enough, they will freeze to death.. It's such a cruel cycle.. If those baby penguins have no parent to protect them, some flying creatures, which I think is a vulture, will swop down and eat them. My heart went out to them when I was watching the show just now. This show has been with me for a very long time, but I haven't got time to watch it. Perhaps I should say that, I did not have the courage to watch it till today. Just as I expected, my eyes were moist half way through the show. OOoohHHhh~ Don't I just hate myself for being so.. *growlzz

HAMMY~~~

I got my hammy~
I got my hammy~
I used to have 3 generations of hammy under my roof, but one fine morning, they just disappear.. That happen when I was very young. Nobody wanted to tell me what happen to all my hammies, makes me so sad, I even pray for my hammies, hoping that they are fine..No stray cats will bully them, or bite them, then let them find for themselves..

*more pictures will be up when I manage to catch the most hamsome moment of this little idol

B~O~R~E~D~O~M

Quick update

OK, I had my last paper today, was a killer, one thing for sure is that I'm not like ly to pass my paper today. Reason being, I didn't actually study, just browsing the notes. I almost burn resort to burning them and drink it down. But the stupid notes are sooo WORDY.. I can't stand looking at so many words at one go..
Later when I'm free, I'll take a picture of that notes and show..

I WANT THOSE JERKS DEAD!!!

This particular post chould have been up last night, but due to unforeseen circumstances(stoopid blogger down again), the post has been deleted. I shall repeat what I had written in the supposedly-up-by-yesterday post. Yesterday, I started my post with tons of the 'F' word, 'cause I'm simply fuming mad in blazing fire, you can literally feel the scorching flames. Some agents from those insurance company tricked my uncle into signing 1 document, and those rodents didn't even let my uncle see what he is signing for. Those rodents are from the company with a round logo, some hills or mountains int he centre, and has 3 red alphabets..
I can't stand the way those rodents do their work, SEE!! All trouble boils down to money. Just 1 signature that my uncle signed, the rodents made about three policy with his signature. In addition, my uncle DID NOT receive any printed documents untill a letter was sent to him, telling him that his investment has lost some money that my uncle became aware of the matter. This is because, he DID NOT, I repeat myself, DID NOT agree to use his money to do any investment as yet. Not only that, those rodents even used his signature to terminate all the policy and investments my uncle ahd with another company. That's despicable!!! And they even transfered all this money from his CPF to the company!!! This is getting out of hand, in my personal opinion.
At that moment of time, I had a list of words to describe these rodents, they are: DESPICABLE, LOW-DOWN, UNCRUPULOUS, DISHONEST, SLY, CUNNING, EVIL, SCHEMING, WICKED, UNETHICAL, FRAUDULENT, UNDERHANDED, DISHONOURABLE, TREACHEROUS, ROGUISH, RASCALLY, VILLAINOUS, SCOUNDRELLY, ROTTEN, DIRTY, UNTRUSTWORTHY, RUTHLESS, LOATHSOME, HORRIBLE, BASTARD, CHEAP, BEASTLY, DETESTABLE, WRETCHED, BEGGEARLY, DESPISABLE, ATROCIOUS, CURSED, CUSSED, DAMNED, INCORRIGIBLE, PESKY

my list is not complete though, but I guess GOD will blast them when the time comes. Justice shall prevail at the crucial moment. Unless the evil is on their side, then I shall curse them to burn in HELL and be reincarnated with a stick stuck up their arse..

*Not my style to be so long-winded in my entries, but some things are better said than kept in the heart..

BITCH!!!!

It's so early in the morning, and tht bitch just pissed me off before my day starts. I hope that she will reap what she sow one fine day, and it better come quick. Real quick, because I'm really losing my patience on her. She's changed for the worse ever since she met that bastard that is previously from her workplace. Thst bastard is a HYPOCRITE!!!! The BITCH even bring that BASTARD home and right into my room just to piss me off. And that skin-thicker-than-elephant bastard will ty to talk to you in whatever means possible. The best part is that he doesn't do it in front of the bitch. He always wait till that bitch is busy with something else before he tries to stike a conversation. So 贱(despicable) right?!? Is there anything you're trying to hide when you strike a conversation with others only when your girlfriend is not around?!?! Smells fishy, isn't it? But whatever the case, she likes to stuck with a liar, they match, that bitch is irresponsible, lazy and doesn't contribute in any way to the family. So might as well be this case, so I do not have to touch on anything of hers.

Bad Quality Indeed...

I think I'm kinda lost for words..This is one of the very few times that I'm lost for words. I can't find much suitable desciption to tell about the TWO old man with some stick stuck up their asses. Both of them are talking without thinking, both of them talk as though they own the world, both of them reply as though the world owed them billions of dollars, and most importantly, they are both a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!
Things can't get worse when one of them is a big fat liar.. The class can be the witness, (*snorts) lying through his teeth, no wonder he prefers to see us in private.. The other one is no better, he like you, he'll like your work. He don't like you, he will criticize till the very last bit. How can teachers be so irresponsible in their remarks?!? They are suppose to facilitate our learning, not to bring us down!!! OMG, with such a learning environment, it is little wonder that singaporeans can't lift their heads up abroad, or be proud to be a singaporean. I too am ashamed of such people in the society. PREJUDICED

All right now, I do not wish to comment on these kinds jerks anymore, it will end up as an insult to my intelligence if I can't just ignore these low-down creeps(rodents)..

SHOOT!! SCREWED UP!!!

I've got no wish to blog actually, had a bad day..
screw up my presentation, screw up my tutorial, wanna go to the doctor but he's closed...Conclusion: it's a bad day
Anyway, we took some pictures of the group in FORMAL(which is something I'm not in favour of)!!
I'll blog about the old man with a stick up his ASS and his nonsense..

restrictions...

I have so many stuff to blog about but i can't.. All thanks to those busybodies, like to read what people write and complain baout it when they can't do as well.. Curse them to burn in hell, feel like shoving a stick up the ass of such people.. If I blog it out, I mgiht be accused of making racism remarks, or sexism remarks, or what-ever they think I fall into, so in order tokeep myself safe, I'll put up a script when I'm free. It's done as one of my module projects.. *hiak hiak* <- evil grins