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| 09:58pm 20/12/2005 |
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Er-Beh-Ler-Ehy. Ability in Cockey English,
Boh-Ehl. Bottle.
Best quote: "Its unbelievable... if this is the first day of their marriage.. i wonder whats their future gonna be like"
Haha..
Play cello until hand cramp. siao.
CHeck this out.. ****** will be moving there soooon. |
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| 09:01pm 19/12/2005 |
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OMG. The Blogger and Google page turns up in CHINESE, and my gmail turns up in SANSKRIT! Oh Lord. Help. help. i'm going crazy. |
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| 07:13pm 19/12/2005 |
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I have issues giving up.
That i learnt through my cupboard piled full of rubbish. Whch i cleared today. And came across something that got me rolling on the floor in stitches.
It was my old "Ying Yong Wen" exercise book.. you know.. the one we write Chinese Essays and stuff inside.. and as we all know. The Author Ain't A Rocker when it comes to Chinese.
And there was this page where my chiniese teacher (Mdm Ng) scribbled:
JunHan! Chong Zuo!
(Jason! Redo!)
my reply?
P.s Mei Shi Jian!
(No time)
It was hilarious. My teacher probably fell into a deep coma, or suffered serious post traumatic stress disorders having such student.
I remembered the time.. when we had those chinese listenng comprehension tapes.. and there was this tape, where it had one of those grand chinese orchestral openings, usually reserved for emperors and heroes in period chinese serials... and so.. when my teacher came in, we played it, full blast. Her face looked like she was bitten on her nose by a faeces smeared skunk.
By the way, the grand entrance was followed by a series of formality praises.. as usually seen in period chinese drama serials.
I wonder how she is now. Whether she misses her craziest bunch of sec4 students.. who actually plotted to help her moonlight by opening a tuition agency called Mdm Ng Jiao Ni Kao A1 (Mdm Ng teaches you to get A1)... and the times when we made fun of her son's name (Ng Bee Tee.. which sounds like the chinese equivalent of nose mucus).. and made her watch that dirty old man wanking by the river.
Its a suprise that she was still alive and at least partially sane after such a harrowing ordeal with the mad students from 4SE..
It is really amusing reading and remembering how we actually made our teacher's hair turn white with fear, made their hearts skip a beat when we jump out from the back of the classroom door, and made them scream like mad people when we chased each other with chisels along the corridors. And never forgetting how they smiled when we made them laugh.
i miss school days.
I have this key chain, that i have been using since... 2001? It says, Saints 2001. (Duh!?) and so its been 4 years. Through JC 1, 2, army 1, 2. I've been using this darn thing.
And a week ago.. it broke. LIke Brokeded. : ( that totally Sucks.
And i can't bear to throw it away cus i've been using it for so damn blardy long.
And. i ran out of x'mas cards. |
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| 02:05am 18/12/2005 |
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A whole hazelnut surrounded by a rich praline cream and crispy wafer, coated in milk chocolate, and chopped hazelnuts.
Went to meet Adriel and Cheowlu today.. both of them nearly played me out. Damn bitches.
Anyway. He was at this place. called Thos. and i thought of Thosai. I was tempted to ask if they served Thosai in Thos. A quaint little joint in between no where in city hall.
I bought a pair of swimming trunks. which look rather. suggestive. and skimpy. and chi chi la rue. ok. i'm thinking too much.
Had dinner at Bobby Rubino's at chijmes. Great place.. great food great company. Blardy bitches. i think the servers thought we were mad.
In order to get the car, i bluffed my dad that we were going to a friend's grandpa's wake in cck. When the actual truth was that we already scrapped that idea, and had decided to go some place else to chill.
so... we went off.. to Holland V, and ran into GREG. my ocs buddy, and KOUSTAV, another bitch from SAJC. brilliant. ate fondue, and drove off to adriel's place. where HE was taught to drive. in church. and around his estate. Hah. odd isn't it?
Wrote a whole box full of x'mas cards. going to send them soon. look out for them. : ) |
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| 12:50am 17/12/2005 |
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Have you ever had, something you really really liked, like a shirt, or a pair of shoes. Something that you really liked, but it didn't fit you?
You had bought it in the belief that it would fit you, wore it out and showed it off to all your friends. They were happy for you, but didn't seem to see that it didn't fit!
You knew that something wasn't right with it. But you chose to make yourself believe that one day perhaps it could fit you, and maybe you could change yourself to fit it.
Now, you really believe that the colors clash, so do its design. And you try all means to get rid of it. But the feeling lingers, you still like that article so much, it hurts so bad to throw it away.
You can only leave it in a corner, like a bad memory, and you can only take it out once in a while to touch it. You think about the times you had worn it and felt good.
You could only wish.
Everyone asks about it, and you can only give a murmur for an answer. It hurt to answer.
Even till now, you are seeking something abhorrent about this object, that would be sufficient to put you off.
But you can't. You simply can't find anything wrong with it. You can't seem to pin point whats wrong.
It just looks so good on others, why can't it look good on you?
Whats wrong with me? |
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