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3/31/2005

seriously...

this is the 2nd time in a month or so, i had people come to me with a funny relationship problem:

they can't make up their mind to be together with the person they like or not. maybe it doesn't look complicated to you simply because they didn't settle it amongst themselves. the truth is, they did. they are actually "together", telling sweet nothings to each other, or secretly going out together and just not telling the world.

they didn't exactly turn to me for an advice either. they came to me just wanting to vent some their frustrations because, for example "i fell out with the person i like.". when questioned further, it turned out that they "are together" but aren't because one of the party (usually the one talking to me!!!) refuses to admit that they are an item!!!

now this is fairly frustrating. if you say you guys cant be known as an item because of family, some other barriers or some problems, i had understand. but regardless, i personally feel if the person u like likes u too, u guys openly are affectionate to each other, WHILE IN EACH OTHERS' PRESENCE!!, then therefore you're together. not very complicated is it?

i mean look, it doesn't matter if you don't admit to everyone, hey she's my girl, hey he's my guy, if this person is going to farken walk out of your life, you're guna crumble and cry anyways right? you're guna wish he didn't leave your side and that you wished you had told him so, yer? think, break up upset.
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however, instead of just simplifying it for my understanding, they had to just say "oh no we aren't together, we are just more than friends you know, but not bf/gf, coz you know, it had complicate things. and i really want to see how things work out before i get myself a relationship again." like hi, u just made me more screwed up in the head. i am trying to help you here, you're not helping yourself.

the problem with such relationships is, you have a commitment problem. u decided not to name this relationship any particular status because you're afraid of getting hurt or that maybe this person isn't up to your expectations. then u create this cute little verbal backdoor for you to run out of in case the situation gets bad.

but you know what? if the situation gets bad, you and i know that you will still be equally hurt, you will still find it equally hard to just let go, especially if the other party views you guys as being together regardless of what you think. after all, those "i love you"s weren't said without a feeling were they? because if they were, you're fucked in the head, and i am not quite sure if i want a friend who's fake to me either. read: this means that even as a friend, u would lie to me about your feelings. if i can make an effort to tell you i love you as a friend, i hope those words fucken comes from your heart.

boy am i pissed.

don't ask me why, it's just that these people come to me with the most retarded of problems and when i can't deal with it and told them so, they still expect me to understand them, comfort them, advise them. and then turns around and say that "u just have to be a listening ear, a comforting shoulder you know, you don't have to say anything." when in actual fact, they keep asking "what's you opinion on this? i have no idea what to do. :("

the fact that i am far away in australia doesn't mean i can't find someway to strangle you.

back on topic, both friends, who doesnt know each other btw, had some problems with their other half. one was more serious than the other, for the later was still in the "honey moon period" of the relationship (i am not going to care what they called the relationship) while the first obviously had it going for a while now.

so, after various prodding, since she keeps asking me what to do, and i don't know what to do since she wont tell me what kinda relationship it is, she says to me, "well we are more than friends you know."

me: ok what do you mean by more than friends? you guys are together?

her: no, we aren't together. i want to get to know him better before i hop on anything.

me: (feeling fucked up by now) ok so what exactly are you guys, and how does that make your problem valid then? does he even know u guys are "together"? and if he's not your bf, why are u telling me "bfbfbfbfbfbf"!?!?!?

her: u know when you do stuff together that are more than just friends (starts thinking of her kissing... ewww) but you haven't embarked on anything, so we aren't exactly a couple. oh you must have got me mistaken. when i said bf, it's like when i said you're my gf (omfg, does that make me a lesbian1?!?!!?!?) and yer he knows. infact HE's the one wanting me to be HIS gf, not the other way round ^.^ (those were her exact words and expressions too!) so i am not confused or anything. he just assumed i am his gf...

me: ok, so what does him having another gf... make it sounds as if he was cheating... if you guys weren't exactly together and you know.. that means technically if he likes someone else, he isn't exactly dumping you...

phone call from her, exasperated: LOOK! if i say we are together and he's cheating on me, then i am fucked ain't i?! then i had looked like an idiot isn' t it!?!?

me: is that what all these "he isn't my bf" all about?

her: NO! it's not! i am just asking you what i should do!

me: how the fuck would i know! if he isn't your boyfriend then he ISN'T CHEATING ON YOU!

her: blah! i would just try and solve this myself. (click.)

gg.

a few days later, a calmer conversation started.

her: hey. he's cheating on me, i have confirmed that. he told me after i confronted him.

me: ok.. so what now? (still confused, since, they didnt admit they are together!?!?!)

her: i'm glad i didn't say he's my bf, or i be all screwed over right now.

me: hrm ok..

her: (sounding shrill) he says he can't leave her now...

me: oh ok. well u guys weren't exactly together..

her: (crying) why does it hurt so much?!?! cher...... (wails...) omg this hurts so much cher!!! he ditched me for someone else (mumbles something into the tears)

me: ........

at this point, i kinda feel the pain on her part, for i have been cheated on before, and i guess i could relate to the pain. but nevertheless, she never eventually told me if they were together. and the point of this entire thing is, u can don't admit to the world hey.. but ur heart knows. u can't lie to that.

i know how sometimes, u just don't trust urself to say "i love you" or "would you be mine" to start of a relationship. but if you're guna play safe, you're also going to be sorry, perhaps way sorrier than if u hadn't. relationships can hurt, you will go thru bumps and so on, and it may go thru 10 relationships, 100 even, to find the right person for you.

but that doesn't mean u shud make each one a commitment phobia. coz ur just going to make it easier for BOTH parties to just walk out coz, you know, NO ONE KNOWS UR TOGETHER!!!! NOT EVEN THE 2 OF U!!!! you may think of each other as gf and bf as and when IT CONVENIENCES YOU! so think about that!

the second one made me pissed off just as much as the first did! here i was sitting down and she came hopping along...

her: hi cher.

me: eh wassup.

her: nothing much just quarrelled with the guy i liked.

me: oh ok. what did he do?

her: o nothing, he just started assuming we're together..

me: (oh god i shud have seen this coming...) o...k.... he likes u too and knows u like him?

her: yer. (starts talking about how they found out they love each other) yer and then, we care for each other alot you know, just that we aren't together.

me: erm ok.

her: but we text each other daily before sleeping, we get on the phone and tell each other we love each other, isn't he sweet cher?

me: (omfg. and ur telling me u guys aren't together!?!?!) yer, very. so you guys aren't together?

her: nopes.

me: why? what's wrong (sorry i had to fake it there, was boiling..)

her: well, he's kinda far away, and i am not sure if i am ready for another relationship yet.

me: fair enough... so what were you arguing with him about?

her: oh he got himself hurt!! he should have taken care of himself!! and then he got mad that his friend told me he's hurt!!! he should just tell me such things!!!

me: ...... ok...

HOW THE HELLLLLL DO U NOT GET EXASPERATED WITH SUCH PEOPLE!?!?! pls tell me!!! *howls* i managed to keep my cool anyways until i walked off. then i decided to sleep it off.

see, times such as these, sleep is good. too good i must say.

at any rate, i am not complaining about them coming to me with problems. sometimes though, it's really sad. either i was single, or i never had a bf before, and they think i am some kind of relationship guru.

i'm sorry i'm not. i also have my own failed relationships. but then, if u don't really mind about that, hey, i can give u some advice based on what i think. :) i will still be mad if u come to me with stupidity like the above -.-Image Hosted by ImageShack.us


pAnDaR~
3/31/2005 06:19:00 PM
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taking a bus have many interesting things to keep me occupied, that is not my ipod. it's just the people in the bus alone that amuses me so much. not that i am above the stuff that they do or say, but that they seem so cutely delusional it's funny..

overheard conversation #1

woman: you know i dont like to bitch you know...

man: yes i know, ur a great person, really nice..

woman: it's not that i want to bitch, but she makes me want to bitch you know (laughter)

i don't know if i should cry or laugh at that particular conversation!!! in the next few minutes, she continue to bitch about someone else altogether, about how that person has no sense of fashion, how he's late to work and how he can't cook.

and the sad part was, she repeated the same ending to the last conversation into this conversation.

moral: if you're bitching, face the sad truth, you're bitching. and if you enjoy it, stop lying to yourself and admit that u like it, letting it go is better than pretending that "oh i am holier than thou..". everyone we encounter in life, be it friends or total strangers, are likely to piss us off at one stage or another. we are likely to bitch about them and it's not a terrible thing.

admitting that u have a flaw is the 1st step to being a better person.

conversation #2

time: 14:51

heard upon a man cutting a queue with his friend...

man #1: isn't it disgusting how when u have a 3p.m meeting there's never a taxi to be seen

man #2: yer. and look at the length of this queue. how ridiculous!

you, my dear sirs, are total retards. at 2:51 ur starting to leave for a meeting that's obviously not in the city, therefore you deserve to be late, and hopefully you were embarassed.

add that to the fact that you jumped queue, you're also the ridiculous one.

moral: do not be a tool and start leaving for a meeting 9 minutes before you're due. you need more time to gather urself together and actually look presentable (man #1 in this case had mustard stretched across his tie after talking..)..

all in all, businessmen in suits have a funny idea of keeping time.

but talking about time, remind me again, never to blog-hop when i am half concussed, wishing to pass out but having insomnia. the comments i posted in other people's blogs are fairly.... dumb.

basically repeating whatever they said in their blog. i have NO idea why i did that, don't ask. i ended up rambling on my blog too about sleep and so on. next thing i know, i slept for 12 hours, woke up to pvp in lineage, and then promptly fell back to sleep again after about 6 hrs of doing that pvp and dinner... slept for 6 hours, woke to do some stuff, and went back to sleep ANOTHER SIX HOURS!!!!

my body must have felt the need to let me sleep enough or something before tomorrow's class.

oh no, does that mean more beard woman?!?!!? =X save me!!!

meanwhile, saying that, i should stop rambling for now. i am still half groggy from the excess of sleeping. it's a good thing to "catch up" with my sleep i guess, but it made me all woozy from all that sleep and now all i wana do is....

sleep.

:O

surprising? i doubt it. :D so... GOOD NIGHT!!



3/30/2005

no matter how strong a woman may see, she's fragile underneath all that strength that she puts on. for she is only strong for the ones she loves, and when they are gone, she loses the ability, even if it's for a while, to look as strong as she ever did portray herself to be.

on a night more than 20 years ago, a man step out to visit his fiance.

in his car he drove, along a rocky road, in dark unlit places, to the big family home she stayed in, in this little village about thirty minutes away from her. he was going to marry her in about 2 months, in a formal chinese ceremony. and he was going to visit her to discuss their wedding plans. she was young, maybe not very pretty, but has a heart that he loves, a mind that engages his and that was all that matters to him.

maybe it was too dark, maybe he was tired. no one really knows. a few meters from his beloved's home, his car crashed into a tree. the crash was loud enough to bring everyone out, including her. after all, she was a trained nurse. but when she saw the car, the bloodied face that she loved, she crumbled and all training went out of her head.

for all the pain he was in, his eyes brightened up a little when he saw her, and her trying to come closer to him amidst the gathering crowd. then a weird sound filled his car. and that was the last he saw of her.

infront of her eyes, the car blew up. the impact threw her off her feet, grazing her legs, her knees, her hands. but nothing will ever heal the wound in her heart, for when she turned and look at the car again, it was burning in pieces, with the remnants of her love burning with the damned damned car.

she screamed, she cried, warm tears rolled down her face, leaving wet dirt streaks all across her face.

that night, a young woman's heart broke. it was bleeding, bleeding..

bleeding within her, crying for one that cannot return..

crying for one who would have held her while she cries...

bleeding for the one who would never bleed again..

that young woman, who was so strong, so so strong, so rational,

was in pieces...

all broken.... all in pain.

for months, she tried to mend her broken heart. she didn't go to work for a month, she was a wreck for the 3 months after.

the day of their wedding came and went. her sisters rallied around her to support her.

but her mentally retarded brother, who sometimes could not even remember his own name, went to her on the day of their supposed wedding, "when is he driving here to pick you up?"

oh the pain! oh the tears! everything started again, as if it had just happened. she crumbled to her feet, her knees weak, her tears just flowed and flowed...

a year on, a wall have started building between her and the real world. this wall looks strong, this wall, it looks thick and firm, rational and powerful.

this is her, her face to the world, behind it lay the broken pieces of her heart.

she is going to protect herself, protect her heart, this person whom her love had loved and was going to marry.

she is going to live, no matter how she missed him, for she knows that is what he wanted. even if it was unbearable without him, even if it was with her crying alone in her bed at night, she is going to walk on.

and on.



3/29/2005

at this time of the day.. sigh...

strange people think i am some kind of love/make out counselor. they had come to me, wringing their hands, tearing their hair apart, or type in this kind of colours to make me mad.

see, they do strange things in their relationships, such as cheat on their bf/gfs or got cheated but still stick to their respective "my soul mate!!!" despite my constant reminder to them that if they can do it once, hell they can do it many times. or, as i have discovered, make out in the strangest places (hrm ok, classrooms... are meant for lessons...) and then something happens and now they worry that their relationship is going to be on the rocks.

because they farted while making out.

in a quiet classroom at night.

in the school.

i mean, ok i don't need to know what goes on in your relationship with regards to THAT ASPECT. u just have to say "i fucked up. how am i guna keep my bf...?" instead of giving me the gory details of how good he was.... till you farted.

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i mean... firstly, it's normal for people to pass out gas. secondly, if he hasn't got round to understanding that, oh god, please tell him to go back to elementary school. thirdly, uhm, u got excited, even if you hadn't farted, you might have pee-ed, and i guess.. that's all right... well maybe not, i am not going to discuss about the possibilities of ah... positions.

anyways. that wasn't my point.

the point is. if this fart breaks up your relationship, boys and girls, you have a shithead for a mate. time to find a new one coz the present one obviously doesn't regard people who fart as human beings.

so again, at this time of the night, please, PLEASE do not msn me about your sexual encounters.

it terrifies me to know the wild fantasies of yours, and how you actually PERFORM IT!



sleep, is something one should treasure. to some, sleep is overrated, and to others, they just take it for granted.

when i was young, i had an idol. he was the first and last idol i ever had. he said something like "i believe as people get older they need less sleep, time is too precious to be wasted on sleeping." and at that time, i did believe in that, after all i was 12, i was taking in about maximum of 4 hours sleep a day, and still living it great.

and as i get older, while i do get tired, i never napped and thought, hey i was a great person in doing that. sometimes, amidst studying, i had got 2-4 days without sleep, not that by the 4th day i had much of my brain processes functioning.

but now at this stage, i am terribly annoyed. at times, i really want a break, just a good dreamless sleep, but i can't do it. i either get woken up, or i had wake up at the weirdest hours, totally not refreshed at all, feeling just about as drained as when i slept.

of course i know it's my fault. years of just abusing my bio clock, and the fact that nowadays i just ignore time and would plow thru the night farming for my character in lineage 2, studying and trying to figure the fuck out why stupid people do stupid things in history and finding new music to shove into my playlist (on my pc!!!). usually by the time i am done, it's 10, 11 or 12 noon. and then i had have a grand sleep of 3-5 hours and be up doing the same shet over again, or just ignore sleep and go for classes!!

by now most people i know might just go ":O omg she's a nerd!!!! she has no life..." uhm yer, i didnt come here to party on a daily basis. i do hang out every so often but with an allowance of 200 a mth (or actually none since dad is still being gh3y), it does limit my movements a little and people here are very idiotic when it comes to giving international students jobs. while a few could get jobs easily, others gets picky. i don't happen to like restaurant work due to various reasons, so dont get me started on that.

back on my insomnia thing...

since i can't sleep, i get cranky at times. and this is where wadie comes in perfectly :D

now, being my friend means it has it's own "job hazards". if you're not careful enough, u might lose a skin, a nut sack or... yer, i won't go into details.

so poor wadie came to visit us tonight while i was still sleeping. i slept at about 4/5 pm, he came at abt 8. with dinner and linxy. roughly awoken from their kindness to furnish me with food... i got kinda cranky and went all crazy. hrhrhrhr....

using the same balloons u saw a few entries back, which has now stopped floating and definitely have deflated somewhat, i started chasing him around the apartment insisting that he wears it in the general pelvic region to represent... his balls..

then, he was watching guu with me and linxy on linxy's futon thingy in linx's room. i got tired of sitting and tried to rearrange wadie so i could lie on something soft (aka bolster) but kinda in an upright position to watch the show. naturally, this would mean he might not get the "perfect" view of the pc. he started squirming and complaining naturally, and i bashed him into place, kindly reminding him he's the pillow for tonight.

oh poor wadie T_T i feel sorry for you~

anyways. car ride back home from mac's, i tried to strangle him unsuccessfully :( guess i am not well bestowed with strength.

oh wells. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME!!!!!! i will definitely chew his arm off!!!!!

oh yer... ^.^ trying to sleep again... gnite :P

oh before i forget. i have been receiving funny comments that er...

"your blog is all pink and girlie girlie!!"

"wow her stuff are all so girlie!!"

ok, erm, if u haven't noticed by now (most of you were referred here, BY YOURS TRULY, AKA ME!!), i am a girl, now, it would make sense wouldn't it then to be girlie girl girlie thingy?!!? -.-" strange people... it's not a crime to be girlie girl.

so finally, to end off this stupid insomniac post..



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here's a girlie girl for you!!!



3/28/2005

there are times when an international student like me would miss their tropical homes, like me, for the sheer fact that it had a slightly warmer and wetter climate. of course, i hated the weather most of the time. i just want it like, once a month or something. but the climate cant exactly change as and when i want.

anyways, lately, with the onset of autumn, and obviously winter coming after that, i have been feeling terribly cold and miserable. yes i know i have a reverse cycle air-con, but that's beside the point.

then i had a spark of brilliance, after all, i AM from the tropical climate. let's recreate it in my room at least!!!! so, here's how to do it, adapted from my conversation with linxy...

prelude) obviously close all windows and doors before u start.

1) turn on the reverse air con.

2) Bring ur rice cooker in your room and start cooking rice there. the bigger the rice cooker the better.

3) cook soupy stuff in your room. it would help.

4) bring buckets of hot water and shove it into 4 corners of your room.

5) check that your room is starting to smell at least like the kopitiam down stairs before you start doing anything else. (coffeeshop for those who don't understand.). if you feel you're missing something, you're right. where's the coffee and milo, eggs and roti prata? go make some.

6) have a LONG HOT shower. dont turn on ventilation. they fan away the heat.

7) dont dry yourself. walk around your room dripping wet.

by now you should have a nice, steamy, humid climate in your room for u to roast in. it should last for about 4 hours. ^.^ as and when u feel the climate isnt wet enough, splash the buckets of hot water around your room.

^_____________________^

disclaimer: if you drown in your room coz of the buckets of water, it ain't my fault.



i have a thing for cats.

so bite me

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3/26/2005

A couple of months back or something along that line, a man was allowed to walk free, though he killed his wife. because he was "provoked" as she was going to dump him.

here, are the women versions of what they should do if their men ever walks out on them. after all, ur not likely to get jailed if "ur provoked.."

taken from
asianjoke.com...

In Canada, a 38-year-old Vietnamese mother of six who cut off her husband's penis when he refused to end an affair with a younger woman will likely spend no time in jail for the crime.
Last year, Ms. Kim Phuong Tran pleaded guilty to aggravated assault and was sentenced by the British Columbia Supreme Court Associate Chief Justice Patrick Dohm to a two-year-conditional sentence to be served in the community.

The conditional sentence means Ms. Tran won't go to prison as long as she obeys the conditions of her sentence -- she must attend counselling with her children, she must attend English as a Second Language classes and participate in life skills classes as directed by her bail supervisor.
Speaking of Ms. Tran's husband, Justice Dohm said, "All persons, regardless of gender, would have extensive sympathy for the complainant and his future." Surgery left the husband, Vi Hoc Phung, with a stub of penis. He cannot engage in sexual activity and and may have urinary problems later in life. The judge noted that Mr. Phung will suffer long-lasting physical and psychological effects, and said that, normally, he would have sent Ms. Tran to prison for the crime.

However, the judge noted some circumstances that justified his conditional sentence. The judge noted that Ms. Tran had been emotionally abused by the victim. He also noted that the couple's six children, of ages 4 to 16, would be separated not only from their mother if she were sent to jail, but probably from each other.

"These children are entirely dependent on their mother. It would be expected that the six kids would end up in foster homes, probably divided and with lasting effect." Justice Dohm concluded: "I think this is an appropriate case to impose a conditional sentence."

The couple came to Canada in 1990. At that time, they had four daughters. Mr. Phung, however, wanted more children because he sought a son.

Even though a doctor warned that Ms. Tran's health could be in danger if she had more children, she gave birth to another daughter in 1993 and finally a son in 1994.

Last year, Ms. Tran found a motel receipt in her husband's car. He denied he was having an affair but often neglected his family, not coming home for days at a time. Eventually, he admitted he was in love with a younger woman.

On July 1, 1997, the husband returned home around 3 a.m. His wife pleaded with him to leave the other woman.

He ignored his wife's crying and pleading. He sat and drank beer, telling her to leave him alone so he could sleep.

After he drifted off, Ms. Tran took a meat cleaver from the kitchen, pulled down his pants, cut off his penis, flush to the pubic bone and flushed it down the toilet. One of the older children called 911.

"I begged him but he didn't listen," Ms. Tran told a Cantonese speaking police officer. She said she did it "because I loved him so much."

Ms. Kim Tran is not the only overseas Vietnamese woman who severed her husband's penis.
In March 1996, a Vietnamese woman in Sydney, Australia -- also named Tran -- attempted to cut off her husband's penis with scissors. By the time her husband, Tom Thong Tran, was rushed to the hospital, his penis was hanging by a thread.

His wife, Tran Nhu Tran, pleaded guilty to malicious wounding after the prosecution agreed not to pursue a more serious charge of malicious wounding with intent to cause grievous bodily harm.

Following her arrest, Ms. Tran was granted bail but ordered not to harass, molest, intimidate or interfere with her husband.

She was also ordered not to come within 500 metres of the west Sydney home where the offence took place.

But she later told the Court that that the couple had reconciled.

At a later hearing, Ms. Tran changed her plea to not guilty, and her husband also told the judge that he has forgiven her and was no longer willing to testify against her.

Liverpool District Court Judge John O'Reilly said that as a result there was no evidence to support the charge against Ms. Tran, adding: "I'll enter a verdict of not guilty."

(In the U.S., this won't work: Most District Attorneys will have collected enough independent evidence of the crime that a victim's unwillingness to testify will not prevent the defendant's conviction. Allowing the victim to determine whether a trial goes forward would create a perverse incentive on the part of the criminal to pressure or threaten the victim into dropping the case)



Found this while reading news online...

Man trying to retrieve shoe hit by train
By Tracy Sua March 26, 2005
The Straits Times

A MAN who went down to an MRT track to retrieve his shoe died after he was hit by a train at Buona Vista station yesterday.

Mr Azman Mahfodz, 37, died a few minutes after the east-bound train ploughed into him at 12.57pm, dragging him several metres at the station packed with holiday crowds.

He was on his way to Geylang to buy wedding decorations for his customary marriage to Madam Rozanah Salleh, 40, who tried desperately to help him onto the platform.

Train service was stalled for almost an hour yesterday by the freak accident.

Just before the tragedy, the couple, who registered their marriage in February and were due to wed on April 9, were some way behind the yellow line beyond which passengers are not to stand, recalled Madam Rozanah, speaking in Malay.

'A lot of people were nearer to the track than us.'

She did not remember exactly what happened next, but somehow Mr Azman, a general worker in a transport company, slipped and his shoe flew on to the track, the housewife said last night, eyes red and swollen from crying.

'I told him, 'Your shoe is over there.'

He said he would go down to the track for it.'

They could not see a train approaching at the overground station, and she told him to be quick.
'He went down to get the shoe. Everyone else acted as if nothing was happening,' she said at her Ghim Moh HDB two-room rental flat.

When he had difficulty climbing up, she went to help pull him up.

He was partly on the platform when she saw the train coming, and she was thrown back by the impact, she recalled.

His head and legs were bleeding profusely, and when she asked him if he recognised her, 'he tried to answer, but he could not'.

'Then I asked him to recite whatever prayers he could remember. I sat down, started crying and fainted.'

Police arrived within 10 minutes. When she came to, they told her her fiance had died.

SMRT said eastbound trains were turned around at Jurong East and Queenstown stations and buses were used to ferry passengers from Clementi Station to Queenstown Station.

The station is monitored by closed circuit TV, but the incident was not recorded, said SMRT. It is looking into the reason. People should ask station staff for help in retrieving items dropped on tracks, it added.

Eyewitness can call Clementi Police Division Headquarters on 6774-0000.

Holding back tears, Madam Rozanah said her fiance, who had four children from his first marriage, was 'nice and responsible', and got along with the six children and five grandchildren from her first marriage.

They had just sent out the wedding invitations, she revealed.

Then, as she showed the happy pictures they had taken together recently, she fell into deep silence.

I honestly have only 1 feeling for it. i mean, i'm sorry you lost your husband to be. however, let's look at singapore mrt stations. firstly there are warnings every where, "DO NOT GO DOWN TO TRACKS. CALL OFFICERS (or whatever) IF U NEED ASSISTANCE."

secondly, from memory, there's 2-4 or so amount of HUGE PLASMA tv/signboards, telling you when the trains come in, usually listing the soonest one first, then a 2nd one behind.

thirdly, by now, after we had mrt for so long, most of us know that mrt runs on electricity. jumping on tracks is a nono, u get fried.

so. i only have one feeling for it. WHY THE HELL DID HE JUMPED IN TO GET HIS SHOE?!?!! while reading through it, i am constantly reminded of the Darwin Awards and it's existence. without the actions of such people, the awards wouldn't have been able to exist, to CONTINUE.

each year, we have strange people dying from their own silliness, their own folly. if it's not trying to be superman in a car rolling off a cliff, it's from actions like that above. a shoe, let me repeat, cannot be worth more than one's life, the grief that you're gonna put your family through, the scars you put on people who viewed whatever happened nor the sheer fact that lots of people other than yourself that would be blamed for what happened.

when truly, it was your choice to hop down and go "yes ! my shoe is worth the trouble of jumping into a spot that is about 1.6 m deep. and i might die in abt 2 mins if the train comes chugging along! if not i might get electrocuted anyways!!!"

truly, i am amazed at them.

on the same topic of singaporeans and... people...

i have been on blog spot for about 3 years or so. slightly more or slightly less, i really can't remember. most of the time i had just hop on and blog, then get annoyed with whatever i wrote and start a new blog and so on.

recently i have taken to actually clicking on the blogs they have put up, like "latest updates" etc etc, where blogs of people who have recently updated are put up. i realised that more and more singaporeans have taken to blogging, it's almost like a mania. at least 1-2 out of the 10 listed there that when i look, are singaporeans.

while some obviously just started their blogs, others have it for about 6 months to a year.

seems like something happened while i wasnt caring :o or in town.

the annoying part of it all is, their postings are SOOO annoying. i am not trying to be a snob here, but half of them don't even write in any semblance of english.

like.

you = euu
so cute! = shoo'x kewwt
i love you! = eeiiii wurbbbsss eeeuuuu`!!! (with all those astrophes and shit.)

and if you think l33t sp34k is bad, try a mix of those cutsie wannabes above and l33t sp34k. u will wana cry.

taken off diorangel's profile on blogskins (http://www.blogskins.com/me.php?userid=171209)

Hi i`m a n3wbiie at bl0gskiins.
eu sh0`x shwe3t.
c0mm3ntt 0n mii3 t3mpl4t3s kaeZ??tIs iShHh muh firSst skiin 0f miie bl0g.
if eu dUnch lYkk muh skiin or w0rtev4, g3t l0sst.

omg my eyes my eyes!!!! T_T and it's not just in blogskins, it's everywhere i look on their blogs. i had run thru looking for good reads, and i be hit with walls and walls of singaporean preteen cutsie l33tsp34k.

it makes me wana cry...

and what with tiny -10 size fonts in totally unreadable colours?!?!! or fonts!?!?!

i wonder if they even look at their blogs. some, obviously don't. u had find them double or triple posting.

and if you think that only girls do it, OH HO! you're so wrong. i found a guy yesterday, age 15 or something, with some cutsie bunny white back ground AND WHITE TEXT. if you want it to be personal or something, do what i used to do, write them down in text documents and seal them forever away in yahoo briefcase.

or password your blog or something, can't remember if we have that or what.

people just SCARES ME with the stuff they do sometimes. and they ask me why i dont hang out at crowded places -.-"

easter sunday tomorrow everyone!!!! be nice, attend church, and remember to thank your priests for being there for your confessions and everything !! :D (well then again, i am pretty close to most of my priests :o )

*sends eggs out in packets..*



3/25/2005





You Are A Romantic


You are more romantic than 100% of the population.






You live your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.
Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.
Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.
Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!


when ur bored and feeling quirky... u take crazy quizs :o



you know your boyfriend is perfectly normal when....

he strips his anime PLASTIC figurines to their undies... like this...


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for the sheer fact that plastic figurines like barbie, and especially anime ones, have got bigger boobs in proportion to the body as compared to porn stars...

even pamela anderson...



there are those days where u don't feel like doing anything but lounge around. that's what happened to me.

and then i just sat at the pc, reading news, articles, blogs and then something hit me.

lotsa conflicts and unhappiness, starts with a person's intention to make things right and good for everyone.

oh sure, it's not something new, it's just i wonder, what if they havent done it that way, what if they haven't had such intentions, what would have happened? would there be less war or more? would everyone be living in peace now, or would they be bickering worse than what is is now?

lots of questions, answers that would be hard to find.

along came an article in time on how australia is changing there laws regarding custody of the children. in a part of the law where it favours the women (but then again most of the laws often favour the women, being that we are the weaker sex and that we are less likely to defend ourselves, project ourselves clearly and have a more nurturing nature for sure...), dads are losing out on the growing years of their children and vice versa. vengeful mothers can make the little time that dads have with their children even more infrequent, thus estranging the children from their dad.

alot of times tho, the children needs both parents. or, the mother is simply not adequate, too vengeful or too bitter to raise the children properly. and then there are of course the violent women. one man, in a blog that i bypassed, recalls an incident where his son was being threatened to act like he was happy when he was not, and the mother (in my opinion really) appears to be physically abusive towards him. even if its not physical, it would be emotional, for the last words were, "no, mom, don't... " that the dad heard.

all these custodies tho, were made out of good intention for the children. It's often believed that since women are the child bearers, they would naturally show more motherly love and care than any man would.

in the case of my family? my dad rules. whenever i was sick, he had be the one buying medication, boiling soups and ensuring that i eat right so i had get well.

my mum laughs in her corner calling me a fake -.- (of course when she's sick though, i had tell her the same thing.. oh wells :o)

the slight change of the law that is being proposed, is to allow children, the older ones anyways, to have a say with whom they want to stay with, rather than a court order for them to stay with their mums. while of course it be best if they have both parents to bring them up, hey, sometimes somethings just don't work out. living together might be more disastrous than living apart.

while people might argue that, oh, unless they are like 16 years old or so, children really aren't able to discern good from bad very well. from a personal point of view, i have been able to dislike my mum since young. it's nothing to do with her, say, not buying me chocolates, or disciplining me... it's being treated like someone who can look after herself, tho i was only say.. 3 or 4, to make my own milk, and if i scalded myself, it's coz i am "stupid" and "cumbersome."

that's just an example. my parents aren't divorced or anything. i do wonder why tho :o but i will leave it to them.

anyways.

then you chance upon the "good intentions" of keeping your country safe by deporting illegal immigrants back to their countries. Case in point: Malaysia. There are often security issues involved when a country allow illegal immigrants into a country, seeking refuge or not. people who are in such a status often tries to seek work, trying to settle down, trying to make life comfortable. in some cases, they turn to criminal acts so as to support the family or to keep their existence a secret.

however, for the few who took on "legitimate" work, they face a high possibility of deportment, which in Malaysia's case occurred, resulting in a large amount of illegal migrants being deported AND high amount of jobs which nobody really wants to take up. then they have to start applying for foreign workers from the very same few countries they deported the illegal migrants back to.

from a few angles, it does seem funny, send them back, ask them back.

however, can you imagine the emotional roller coaster the migrants are being put thru, the amount of taxes being spent on these "legitimate" affairs deporting and bringing these workers back? perhaps, a few consultations with financial advisers and economists, or basically people with foresight might have lighten the "affair" a little. rather than spending all that retarded amount of money.

then again, all paths to hell is laid with good intentions, or so a saying i remembered went. no one is perfect. people makes mistakes. and in those mistakes... we learn i guess...

realllyyy tired now. T_T

oh yer, now regarding THAT comic.

now, there are lotsa types of people who play games.

those who obviously are into a certain genre of games, those who play for light entertainment after work/school, those who go there to have just pure fun that isnt hardcore on the brain.

and then there are those no-lifers who goes in to play but preys upon people... who happens to be the opposite sex. i am not saying that, oh, only males do that, for i know a fair few girls who joins games to pick up guys.

but then there's this guy whom i have known for a while now, who's disgusting, utter low-down and have no fucking clue what the hell he wants, what the hell the other party expects. he wants a relationship, he wants it now. he wants the other party to like him, he wants it then.

when i first knew him, it was thru another person ingame, who was his "supposed" girlfriend. few months later, the girl was no longer in view, and when i finally met him, he acted all sad and dejected, saying that they broke up and so on, and he felt really upset. so there i was all consoling him and becoming his friend and stuff.

but he wanted this "online relationship" thing, that sounds soooo... dumb. but i was like, bleah, just a game, i didn't quite care, so i just let him be, entertained him with a few hi huni, miss you, and then i am off.

Then he started getting all sicko, trying to cyber me and getting all horny on me. now what i dont get is this: we are playing a game, meaning our characters are all PIXELS. yes PIXELS. oh you be surprised at the amount of "nude" patches running around for that game. whatever actions if u want it, would be all in WORDS. even if u have the wildest imagination, u cant touch anything other than your own penis. and that's ur hand you're holding it with. HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HELP ANYTHING!?!?!?!!

ignoring him time and again, one fine day he was all excited. saying that he has a surprise present for me. it was siege day, the day when... giran was lost from DS. he didnt even care about the outcome of the siege tho he was on the alliance to defend it. he seemed bouncy about his surprise. and he thought it had please and made me feel honoured i believe, with his gift. and then he told me to get on msn.

i was having dinner at that time, and really, really honestly... i was about to throw up my dinner.

he sent me a picture of his penis, fully erect. with what looks like green felt pants.

oh lord oh lord oh lord.

what ever possessed him to think i would actually WANT TO SEE THAT?!?!!

since then i have talked to him less, but it doesn't erase memories of that. i am SCARRED really.. very very scarred. from what i heard after, apparently he does it to all female gamers he comes across and can get close with.

good god.

i wish i kept the picture though. i so wanted to post it on l2orphus forums just so that they had know his sick mind -.-.. and of course, apparently how small he was (a comment made by another female player :O)

oh my god. i am guna have nightmares now while i sleep...



3/24/2005

Found at www.machall.com, i couldn't stop myself from laughing after seeing this... there are lotsa reasons behind it, which i will probably explain after i have awaken. really tired now.

laugh with me HAHAHAHAHAAHHA :P

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lotsa people wonder why they can't find bf/gf easy, and then they have a cry about it, gets all drunk and silly and then whines all night long to me on msn, aim or something, about lonliness, solitude and perhaps that man is truly meant to be an island.

let me tell you something. if ur guna get drunk and smell like u have just puked all over yourself, nobody will even wana come near you, much less stay close enough to get to know you.

was out at the supermarket just now and one of these such people was whining to his friend about it infront of me.

oh god the stench!!!! i could barely breathe, and for the sake of the fact that i am in the queue i stood there, trying to bear with it, praying that somehow, some wind will suddenly occur and blow it all away. omg. T_T or at least linxy comes back to the queue and i can just run out and get a breather.

in his hands were these 6 packs of bottled beer or something, and dear lord, for his own good, i hope he doesn't drink them all and drown them down after smoko or something. because not only is he going to keep potential people away, one day, just one day, governments may decide to be decent for once and ban people who reeks so badly from air conditioned, enclosed areas.

and then there's the very fussy people. eating dinner out with linxy at this tiny old fashion looking chinese shop, there was this group beside me. the good were kinda cheaper than most shops in my opinion, and their services were great, considering how much trouble the other table was giving them. the only other waiter there was attending to them since way before me and linxy went in. and he was there coz they didn't want this and that in the dish, want to know what's cooked in it, and omg, every single sauce there was possible in that shop.

honesly, i feel like asking her to go home and bring her own sauces.

cheapo fussy old ladies. the food were great there as it was, sauces or without the sauces. but she had to have 421830921830182098281 ginger, and the duck MUST be cooked with chicken...

where the hell do you find such dishes?

only at fussyladies inc.

but the great part about this entire dinner trip was that i found one of my old favourites!!!! oh yes, i finally found a shop that sells chok, this cantonese style porridge that's hot enough to cook an egg (well technically, i just had a look at it, semi raw :( have to micro it...) and is all salty and mmmmm (drools)...

when i was young, i used to stay in this part of singapore called holland village. back then, one of my dad's friend owns this little coffeeshop which has a chok stall, owned by this old couple. they were mostly just open in the mornings, extending a little later on sundays. they had the best chok i ever had in my entire life and really dotes on me 2 :D (which means more eggs!!!) and were really great and generous with the meat helpings.

when i was about 10 though, we moved out of holland village and i guess around there they probably closed their business for retirement. after all, they were pretty old by the time i actually could remember them and started calling them "ah gong!! ah ma!! wo lai le!!! (grand pa grand ma i am here!!)" :( i sure miss those days and them...

but my family is kinda into food anyways, when they are not into games and techie stuff that they don't understand. sundays were set aside for food hunting, were we had got hunting for great tasting local food, or generally asian food anyways. sundays are also the only day of the week thats definitely a day off for my dad, so it's like a family outting day.

man, i miss those family days :( sometimes i hate it, oh yer, definitely, i don't like waking early, never a morning person. but those were the days when i am actually out on my parents' expense and we had get to talk and stuff.

couple of people have been msn-ing me about how my dad is funny and so on. -.- great for you, not when i am the one spending the international calling fees....

oooo... was looking over some sites just now, for some odd reason, my research on some writers on genocide studies ended up on a porn site.. -.-" i have no idea how that works. anyways, it reminded me of this person who used to live in the same dorm as i was in.

now in the dorms, we all share the same network. and of course, also had a file sharing system which we set up on our own. now this person, always claims he has no porn, nothing of that sort. always proclaiming that he loves his gf too much and so on to perform such a heinous act, because she's a great person in bed (yer they are fairly open about it.). but then again, when u think about it, walking past open doors that kinda.. shows them performing blow jobs is a little disturbing.

anyways.

one fine day, after i reformatted my pc, i started to look around the networks for applications installations programs to copy from, since ah, i didn't quite have any backups.

guess what i found by chance on his pc (it's often locked, not sure why it wasn't passworded that day..)?

oh yes... that's it, GAY PORN.

not even normal porn, GAY PORN.

he and that girl were still together back then. not sure about now, but oh god, gay porn? i have nothing against homosexuals honestly, one of my friend is an open faggot (so he says :o cute guy :( too bad he's lost to the guys side of the world, but anyways!! thats not what i am saying here!!!), or even bisexuals. but here is a person who insists he's porn free, perfectly straight and in love with his girlfriend, who has gay porn, or transexual porns (some of them had a bit of a pronounced set of titties...) and for the rest of that night, i was fairly scarred.

needless to say, i had to consult a friend. and soon, we were all scarred.

thankfully, he barred it again the next day, so we were spared from the uglies on his pc.

*prays* Dear Lord, i am glad for all the gays and straights in the world. but please don't let me chance upon forbidden materials ever again. let r(a) be r(A) and steer clear of my vision. and pls slap liars in their faces while they sleep... amen...

sigh. thursday again.

gogo beard woman!!!!



3/23/2005

lol i finally found this picture!!!!! may as well share it with everyone :D



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dont you miss my random pictures of the day section that i put on randomly?
here's one of baby ah meng (for the singaporeans who know what i mean) XD~ enjoy~



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being a student can result in numerous types of changes in a person.

sometimes it can be raw insanity, sometimes it can be just you finally maturing because you actually have to adap to the insanity around you (which is of course the rest of the world of students who have gone crazy over the workload in uni, having a job and having to handle a social life...) and then there are the geeks...

i have discovered that, sadly, i fell in line with those who actually form the insanity bunch. :( other than madly dancing around in my room this morning, before i slept, i actually decided to get that radio.blog thing and managed to figure it out, slowly, steadily, how to put it up and set it on my blog. that's not, unlike what you people might think, a sign of geek hood. rather a sheer sign of insanity, about to break loose. considering how few people have actually pounce on this site (dont trust that counter, at least 10 of the hits are mine adjusting the site, and 10 hits caused by jake refreshing happily...), putting a music of any sort in this blog seems... off.

anyways. what can possibly turn a student mad? OH PLENTY!!!!!!!

first off, let me rant about this couple of stupid people in my class (not really intellectually stupid but if u want to take it that way, by all means.) who turns up for presentation eager as hell, but because they want to finish off with their presentation. that would have been a normal behaviour of most students who are nervous about their presentation because they have done alot of research and, "god, pls let me make a good impression..." kinda remarks running thru their heads.

however, there are also those classic few who turns up for presentations because they HAVEN'T done research at all (basically sat thru lecture and expounded on it). they would rush thru the entire presentation, mumbling LOUDLY but at the speed of light, hoping that they either confuse everyone so much that during question time no one had ask anything, or the teacher had go, "ok, that's good." and let it drop.

sadly, there were a few good ones who managed to pick up some sentences and asked them some questions during question time.

they fumbled.

then the tutor asked them a few more questions, to which they had no answer and instead, tried to change the topic, and referred him to the QUESTION!!!! how ridiculous!!! and then he dropped the bomb, "..because, that (pointing to the offending comment they made) is wrong."

they just looked at each other (2 girls, one in goth and one in some work clothes), giggled stupidly and gaped back at the teacher.

for a moment i thought i was going to lose it right there and throw my pens at them. oh, believe me, i have a barrel of pens to fulfil all the ammunition i need to hack them out of the class.

so come today, i had the unfortunate luck of sitting next to them in class. one was busy writing, the other was busy staring cluelessly into the sky. then the giggling started. and she pretended to write some stuff.

and then more giggling, and writing.

i started growing a little mad. and then i turned towards her, about to say something when i saw what she wrote, "damn xxxxxx is cute, i hope he was impressed with my presentation.." there were some replies to it from the goth girl, but that made me threw up. at break time, i moved to the other side of the room. T_T

xxxxxx being OUR TUTOR... who commented that she was wrong, is fairly all right.

but... honestly. uhm. i am not sure about being impressed with her, or the 2 of them at any point in the last presentation.

came home, had my ugly fish dinner, which was probably good but i am not the sort to appreciate fish in any form except for those that are uber fresh..

then i called dad.

now, one of the many other perils of being a student is that you're constantly poor. not by choice, but by the sheer fact that your full time work is actually being a student. which means money goes out and not into your bank. however, being the young adult that we are, we have a social life to upkeep as much as adults do, probably more, because at this age we are also hyperactive too, and trying to impress, get a gf/bf and so on. which means way more money output than input ratio, as compared to working adults who are married.

and i am no different, minus the fact that i actually have work because its slightly harder for me to find work and sometimes i just get too dejected to look for work anymore because it just sucks that you send out so many resumes and you get no replies, when previously, you just had to apply for one and, hey, you have a job.

so anyways, my income, therefore, is purely from dad. which resulted in my calling him...

me: dad, what you doing?

dad: oh nothing. what you calling for?

me: nar, just to remind you i am alive...

dad: oh, that's a good idea too... so what you doing?

me: nar just had dinner, then decided to call you. the fish was sucky.

dad: eh, australia should have fresh fish?

me: yer but i kinda am staying far inland.

dad: oh. how's school anyways?

me: good, the teachers are great except one. i think i am having war with him or something from his reaction.

dad: teachers are like that. if he hates you and you hate him even more, just don't go for class.

me: yer yer, then u be burning your money here.

dad: another reason to command you to be my slave.

me: whaaa???? what kind of reasoning is that?

dad: ^.^ a good one

me: .... anyways... just wondering, have you sent my money yet for my allowance?

dad: whaaa?? i can't hear you?

me: (louder) have you sent my allowance yet?!?!!

dad: whhhaaaa?? i am old you gotta speak up!!!!

me: -.- DAD!!! SENT MY ALLOWANCE YET?!!?!

dad: whaaa?? there's static here... can't hear you...

me: ah... i heard that ur bike was stolen..

dad: no it wasn't..

me: WOW YOU HEARD!!!

dad: of coz... (snickering behind to mum... omg parents!!!)

me: wow dad.. just wow... you actually think you're funny -.-

dad: hehehe, so what were you saying?

wow... just wow dad...

you know, it's cool when you have a dad you can talk to, who understands you perfectly fine most of the time, speaks on the same wavelength, jokes, buys you games to play and cheers beside you while you're playing, instead of telling you to stop being a bum.

but at times like these, when you're obviously the butt of his humour, and you're too far away to do anything about it, ooo i so wana reach out and strangle him a little -.-" ooooo i just wana call up and go arrrghhhhh DADDDDDDDDD WHAT THE HELLL!!!?!!?!!

of course, at the end of a long expensive international phonecall, i still didn't know if he had sent the allowance or anything.

sad huh. -.- and i spend my money on such things too just to talk to dad. wow >.>

and i am freezing to death in my room. T_T someone clear the canberra weather up!!!!!



updates to the blog:

1) down at my wishlist i have added 2 new links, one to amazon.com's wishlist and the other is to one of the stuff u can't buy from amazon.

disclaimer: i am not asking you to buy when i have a wishlist up there, nor for any of my friends to actually purchase it for my benefit. they are there more for people to know where my taste for stuff lies, and also those are the stuff i am working towards.

if you choose to buy for me, *Shrugs* your choice...

2) after looking thru a few blogs i have decided to add radio.blog to my blog. it saves your ears from whatever taste of music i have at the moment, and saves me the trouble to upload them to the ftp every time i get sick of the tune.

but i found i can't live without music, winamp or no winamp (i.e in school when i am running thru some websites...). therefore, if you want to play some of the songs, just double click on the songs and they will be streamed from my ftp side.

it's kinda on trial atm to test how much bandwidth i be using. if i use too much, it's back to torturing your ears, so dont try and be funny. i WILL put a recording of my laughter if you kill my bandwidth on a whim.

since its on trial atm, i be loading songs bit by bit, just to test how it goes. however, since i am an IT idiot, and my ftp host is very gay, i have to cut short the name of the songs. if you see any song you like but u dont know the singer and so on, EMAIL ME.. the link is down there ---> to your right... ^.^



3/22/2005

I'm so like Homer!

I'm Homer, who are you? by Lexi

i took this stupid random thingy that i saw on a blog somewhere... this is such a lie >.> i aint a bald drunkard beer paunch thing >.>

DIEEEEE



sometimes, the things u say to friends just comes out of your mouth, and you're not likely to think about what you're saying. not even once.

welcome to this particular convo i had while catching up with a friend...

*names have been changed to protect the innocent parties.. who aren't all that innocent but oh well

zare: fish u
panda: what what?
panda: u miss me?
panda: aww i know that
zare: of cos
zare: ....
panda: lol
zare: shit u la
panda: and hor
panda: i miss u too!!! but not as much as u miss me!!!
zare: shuddup la
zare: eh
zare: I may be going to Melbourne
panda: :O
zare: i grad le
panda: why?
panda: graduation present?
panda: bring me tampons
zare: ...
zare: shit u la
panda: LOL
zare: tampons very ex meh?
panda: no ah
panda: those in singapore can flush down toilet
panda: here they dont have that kind of technology yet
zare: ....
zare: shit u la
zare: ok
panda: X-D thank you ah ty :D :D
zare: when u all plan to come back?
zare: i saw Min that time when she came back
panda: maybe hor
panda: just maybe la
panda: a kangaroo will kill me tomorrow
panda: :(
panda: wont be coming back
zare: ....
zare: why?
zare: u ate his kid?
panda: :o how u know?
zare: well...
zare: common sense
panda: :o
panda: really?
panda: i tell you what la
panda: i send u a joey too
panda: then hor the kangaroo will take a special flight to singapore to kill u too!!
panda: then i will meet u in singapore heaven... coz australia heaven still quite far away from singapore heaven
zare: thanks ar...
panda: but this time i can float to singapore heaven
zare: ...
zare: no
zare: u'll go to hell
panda: eh
panda: all pandas go to heaven... dont u know?
panda: i mean, look at me man, so cute, so loveable...
panda: ni she de send me to hell? no heart to also right?
zare: pls
zare: not all pandas
zare: there're evil pandas too
panda: eh eh
panda: we not evil ok
panda: the entire world is against us!!! look at them!!! eating our bamboo shoots!!!
panda: what kind of wedding dinner is that?
panda: we already almost extinct still kena food stolen
panda: we are fat but hor.. from eating air
zare: ...
panda: ^.^
zare: i'm planning to study abroad
zare: hahaha
panda: :o
panda: come here
panda: i pretend to fail
zare: there's the melbourne plan
panda: so we can both hunt kangaroos
zare: -_-
zare: i bring Rusty along lor
panda: then u me can study and stay same place
panda: and download porn
panda: eeww
zare: we don't even need to hunt!!!
panda: :O
zare: kangaroos migrate
panda: ...
panda: eh btw
panda: i got a bf in us
panda: >.>
panda: <.<
zare: ....
zare: that's something new
panda: ya it is
zare: u crawled to US to find him ar?
panda: 3 mths
panda: ya something like that
panda: i crawl using optic cables that is under the sea
panda: and flew there
zare: ohh....
zare: smart
zare: hahahahahaha
panda: ...
panda: wats so funny?
zare: eh
panda: wot
zare: i go smoke
zare: brb
panda: ...
panda: ur mum dont mind meh?
panda: watch ur lungs ah
zare: what??
panda: dont lose it
zare: well..
zare: my lungs are getting used to it already
panda: i will donate my lung to u!!!!!!1
zare: no thanks
panda: :o
zare: yours is probably almost gone too
panda: ...
panda: from what?
panda: mdm pamala?
zare: hahahahaha
panda: sad right
panda: my life
panda: T_T
panda: all ruined by pamala
zare: ...
zare: well..
zare: u're living well now
panda: lol
panda: doesnt heal the scars
panda: T_T
panda: kns
panda: hahahaha
panda: ^.^
panda: i miss our laughter
zare: hahahahahaha
panda: ahahaaha
panda: those hospital days
zare: my classmates said the same thing too
panda: AHAHAHA
panda: my house mate that i stay with now
zare: appearantly only i laugh like that in the entire poly
panda: he says he cant believe he chose to stay with my laughter
panda: LOL
panda: can i join u? XD~
zare: hahahaha
panda: together we can rule melbourne!! with our laughter!!!
zare: ........
zare: i'm hungry
panda: send me food
panda: i got steak burger :o
zare: ...
zare: shit u la
zare: i go find food
panda: lol
panda: :(
panda: i miss hor fun
zare: i'm sick of it already
panda: lol
panda: send some to me
panda: then u wont be sick
zare: ya ya
zare: by the time reach there
zare: YUCKS
zare: :S
panda: ..
panda: i tot u like green moldy stuff
panda: T_T
panda: :o
zare: :
zare: i'm eating now
zare: don't make me sick
panda: *stares at food*
panda: *steals food*
panda: :o
panda: welcome to world wildlife fund!!!
zare: now i remembered
zare: their mascot is that panda

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3/21/2005

found this pict with regards to sims 2:university expansion. LOL cracked me up!!!

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^.^ autumn!!! it's coming!!!



hehe. linxy came home with balloons from work today. balloons!!! so pretty!! i love balloons~ they just seem to cheer me up!! (then again, i am a little abnormal.. for someone my age, i do some of the silliest stuff..) have a look :D


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ok so its kinda a walking commerical, but who cares, balloons are balloons!!!

dont you people think i am easily amused and pleased? i guess so.. some people likes cars, others want a great career in life, still more wants to be recognised, to be famous, to be pretty and the list goes on. at the end of the day, everyone really just wants be loved by someone, a group of people. they lost the bigger picture and then get so lost in life wondering, "what do i really want in life?" and are more often than not, unable to answer all that.

there are so many things before us, that people tend to ignore. the fact that most of us are able bodied, or even the fact that we are alive, isn't that enough?

was reading some notes of love from a girl friend to her boyfriend and vice versa. how sweet (forgive me for turning all weak knee-ed at these saccharine filled stuff, but hey, leave me alone, i am like that :o) and i honestly wish them all the best in their time together :D. being able to find the one you love, and being able to be with him/her can be a very long and tedious work. but work it right, work it fine, it can go a long long way.

a long time ago, i had a boyfriend that i love that much. my world revolved around him, i changed bits of me to suit him, coz he was one of those asian hardliner type of guys: girls are to be seen not heard, to obey not to be obeyed, etc. it probably isn't at all as harsh as i am making it sound now, but it's easier to state them in these stereotypes than to try and figure him out now (especially since he has became even more narrowminded ever since.).

whatever websites i had were dedicated to him, online diaries (that was what i called it back then) as well as webspace that could take in word documents as files to be kept, contained stuff that i wrote and wrote all about him.

oh, one bad habit that i have, when i have all these spurt of passion, i can write pages at a go, and along with all that, poetries of retarded manner, which we can refer to as infatuation.

then i fell "ill" if u can put it that way, and started growing fat because of my illness. one day, he turned to me and said "uhm, look, ur getting too fat for me. we had be ridiculed if we go out like this, and are seen together, holding hands and such." and so, this was his reason to me when we broke off. although i tried to patch it all back, that guy took me back in probably out of trying to shut me up, to stop me from pestering him. coz i was kinda a wreck for a while.

perhaps that was the silliest thing i have ever done, coz the 2nd breakup hurt me more than the first, for he ignored me for the entire 3 mths that we were back together.

the funny thing was, i set up notes and anecdotes everywhere online, hoping that somehow, someday, somewhere, he had see them, be all drama like and get all touched and teary, and asked me to go back to him, of his own free will.

of course, it never happened.

2 years later, i revisited those sites out of curiousity of what i actually did with them. it still hurts of course, to know that his love was only skin deep. that we weren't meant to be. when i read all those notes i left out in public in the hope that somehow he had find it, i cried. then i deleted all those stuff, as you could with material things, and hope that one day all could be "deleted" away, much like a blot in your life.

2 years after the breakup, tho, was also the first time i actually met him again, and could talk to him sensibly. i can't deny that hey, it hurts, there was a pang, there was a hope. of course all of that washed away in anger and tears again a few weeks after i met up with him again.

his friends felt bad, coz they felt they were partly to be blamed for teasing him for having a gf fatter than him. he's about 5'6 with about 110-120 pounds to call his own. but of course, whatever he chose to do though, was still his own choice. which meant, he was a superficial arse. they had a talk with him while i was dozing off to a corner, at a farewell dinner. and he made it loud and clear "who would want to marry a person who's already 'ugly' before marriage?"

subsequently tho, he keeps running to me, asking me to help him choose presents, cards and how to tell (as if every woman is an open book kinda quiz!!!) if a person is interested in him.

what amuses me?

one of these girls ended up dating his best friend, coz, "he knows how to treat a lady like the lady that she is.." LOL!!!!! i believe they are celebrating their 2nd year anniversary this year ^.^

in the end, i believed what my friend said. sometimes, to find the best person for you, to find the person that was meant for you, it means to stay true to who you, regardless of what you have become physically. if they accept you as a fat slobbering bozo, my god! you have a great personality! XD~~ (no, i am not talking about myself here u faggot...)

if not.. hey, u have the friends who love you for who you are anyways... who cares about the opposite sex/boyfriend/girlfriend bullshit?

:D *bounces across the room*



3/19/2005

i was reading through some random stuff that i found online. and of course some magazines and my stupid school readings i was supposed to do ages ago. some of them truly dont catch my attention because they are fairly repetitive, but thats not what i am about to say for now.

someone commented on some stuff he didn't like. sure it's his opinion and so on, i should lay it rest after all it is his brains we are talking about. however it was the way he said it, the stuff that he said that infuriated me. this is not something that's solely asian or from conservative societies. it's something a narrow minded ass would say, like it's any of their business what we all as perfectly normal human beings should do with our own lives.

first off, he insinuated that girls who uses the words such as fuck (and i am going to presume cunt and so forth..) are sad because we are really destroying ourselves. this is retarded because, hey, guys uses it too. i bet you all use it at some point in the time of your life, just that u either forgot about it, or you feign innocence that, oo! you have used one of the words in oxford dictionary that is classfied as: !obscene!.

so how does that make it all right for guys to say obscene stuff, show obscene signs, and makes it wrong for girls to do the same? we are humans too, we deal with the same kind of people, we grow up with the same kind of nurturing, environment and education. if we get frustrated, we might yell out whatever comes to our mind, blogs inclusive, because a blog is OUR place to vent, OUR void to rant in, if you don't like it, piss off. if we're upset, it's like when you, as a guy, are upset. therefore, we ARE entitled to scream whatever words that first come to our mind, including FUCK and CUNT and PENIS.

while all these words are obscene, they do happen to SHOW up in DICTIONARIES, legitimate words for us to use. if you can use it, so can we. so stfu u chauvinist losers and go stick ur head up someone's anus.

and if we want to bitch about someone on our blogs, in our conversations, no matter how long it is, it is our wish, our place to do, nothing to do with you, your mum or anything related to you. you chose to, for example, come to read my blog, stop whining about having to read my bitchings coz i didnt force you to do it. notice that? good.

secondly, what we achieve in our life, results, jobs, certifications, are all our works. we put our heart and soul into it, or not, that is all our choice. if we choose to go towards what YOU think is not the right choice, thats your opinion, we wana live our lives our way, not yours. because at the end of the day, we are the ones going into the coffin, saying to ourselves "oh dang, i had my life!"

constructive comments are not these. these are what YOU want done in your life. if u didn't manage to live it out the way you want it as a guy, too bad for you. stop trying to live your life through others by laying comments to them like that. you didn't make it, too bad, stop moping over it and telling others what to do, what not to do, what is wrong and what's not.

you are you, we are we.

we can do what we want, so can you, now go get a life.



3/18/2005

good morning! i actually slept somewhat normal hours today! i don't believe it! *does a happy dance* so for once i would actually turn up for the class, on time, and not for the make up class at 2pm (unless i do something idiotic like take a nap at 8 or some crazy thing like that...)

and it's farken cold... >.<>.> i was born near the equator, not my fault that i am complaining ok! blame... earth!! thats it!! it's its fault that its in a sphere shape, not my fault for not being able to withstand cold T_T not that i can withstand heat much anyways O.O

have anyone of you actually visited this http://www.savetoby.com ? aight, i thought i have seen enough since i started using the net when i was 13 (bear in mind i am kinda... 23..) which means, i have been around for 10 years. there were people trying to sell their burnt pubics online, selling haunted coke cans, selling their HUSBANDS, whom they are about to divorce and so on. oh yes, i have been thru the dot com boom, and bust. well not really bust if u think about it, more people are using the net today than during the "bust" its really how stuff happened. but that's not my point.

few times i have seen idiots like THIS particular tool, who uses something other than himself to draw the sympathies of the general public for, what i would label as, extortion. of course, you cannot forget those similar idiots who donated to him base on what he said, what he put up, unless they think its a great joke and donated out of pure "hahaha good luck!" to him.

i mean, if he is such a great person that he said he is, saying that he picked up the rabbit and nurse it back to health, why would he turn on the rabbit and proceed to cook him so suddenly, without a reason, unless WE donate 50k to him? i mean, look at the recipes that he can come up with (of course it might be a hoax, i havent actually went and read them to see if it was possible).

then look at that counter. it could be counting down, or it would be going up towards 50. regardless of which way it was going, that is still a significant amount of money he has gained. and people wonder why more and more laws are set up towards this "NET" thing, well here you go. people who earns from the hearts of people, people who do stupid things like these and actually have a few rich people responding (well if u can actually do it coz u believe it, therefore to me, u have the money.)

it's people like these who ends up having laws enclosing on bloggers too, because there are a few legitimate people who actually got money out of their sites. and now what? the police guna clamp down on it?

well then, before the police clamps down on it, and since there are such generous people who actually donates to a hoax, donate to mmmeeee. i am just a poor college student who has to suffer at my housemate's ineptitude to clean T_T (well not really but then again :o), who can't find work easy coz of the visa laws that i can only work 20 hours a day and i have no local working experience. Furthermore, my parents decided to be a wack and not send anymore allowance therefore i am about to die from hunger (well not true really, i still have expired food from those times when they did...), and i DO wana visit my boyfriend in Ohio because i think since i love that idiot, i SHOULD spend some time with him that is not online, don't you think?

you know what 50k can do for me? finish my honours/masters (well i am doing undergrad, but i am thinking of the possibilities) without making it too harsh for my parents. hell, it had relieve them all together, and they can finally go do whatever they want without worrying about me.

then, i can also spend more on the worldvision kids :D (ok so i donate to world vision for "my" kid that i "adopted", but that is MY problem. kids are the future of their country, if u don't help them get some education and bring the country upwards, they are guna be forever in debt. and guess whose money it is that is being sent to them? that's right, YOU the taxpayer.) so i can have like a brood of "adopted" kids and i would be happy...

and of course.. flying to ohio... ^.~ and making my cutie go CRAZYYY.. if u havent actually managed to read my blog by now, i would suggest u flip a few pages back and start reading so you have an idea what type of person i am. alone i can be quite normal. well in my perspective.

when i am with someone else though... they do kind of suffer. which means, i am going to torture my cutie... (no, not with whips and chains! what are you thinking!?!?) just coz its fun XD.

and i think thats the end of 50k. :( what a stupid world. using money to do stuff. why cant we just do stuff for people coz we want to and not coz "oo that bitch has alot of money, let's suck it up!"? then we have less possibilities of bimbos ruling the world, and more DESIRABLE people who actually knows how to conduct themselves (case in point: paris hilton). oh i know, lots of these stories might be all rumours, might be all made up, all the media hype and also could be started by the person in question for more fame.

but if there isn't a hint of truth in it, it wouldn't have started anyways would it?

which brings back round to my topic, if ur that bimbo, at least donate to the right people who needs it. eg ME. no i am kidding. go look at oxfam, worldvision, unicef and a few others. those are the people who really need it.

of course if you're still that stupid i will not stop you. my paypal is at anivyl@gmail.com and if i start seeing money there, i think i would be happy, coz at least i KNEW i somehow interest you to donate money to me with REAL stuff, with my blog, stuff that i created, than with a rabbit who doesnt know wtf is going on.

p.s i have taken off ur link tho i wish its there. coz ur a great person in ur own rights and everybody should see that >.>. for the pimp.. ehehehe, i dont bother promoting my site much, few people will chance on it i believe, thus the lack of comments. and then of course you got the retards like ME who doesnt like to comment because maybe, just maybe, people would like to prefer their blogs to be private. i don't really know.

but no, i don't mind if u stumble across it, or if half the world reads it, my blog is kinda an online entertainment for me. i blog my stuff here so i can laugh at myself, with the rest of the world :o



3/17/2005

There are essentially 3 types of people. those who have the unfortunate luck to be born looking like a bitch, those who nurture this bitchy attitude towards everyone and everything, and those who obviously have both traits. those who aren't any of the 3, don't worry, u belong to the boring class. maybe ur have ur own distince type of boring class, but i will describe them at a later stage if there's a need.

i discovered how much one of my tutors fell so badly into the first group of people, the unfortunate looks of a foxy bitch. oh, that meant she looks hawt too btw, albeit probably just a little flat chested. then again, for people her size, tits that small just looks cute. in the mean time though, i was a tad worried she had be as bitchy as she looks. she even sounds it.

she didn't display much of those symptoms through out the class though. instead, the fact that majority of the class was one of those quiet, i-am-guna-just-listen-and-absorb type of asians resulted in her getting more and more exasperated as the class trudges along. by the time she ended the class, she was a little on the shrill end of her wits. i believe if she was given the chance, she would have grabbed each one of us and shaken us, screaming "DID U DO YOUR FARKEN HOMEWORK!?!?1 DID YOU DID YOU !?!?! DID YOU LEARNT ANYTHING!?!?! OMG!!!!!"

obviously though, laws wouldn't have allowed that. cool composition, the basic requirements of being a teacher.

boy do i feel sorry for her. :P *smirks happily at the pc*

in the mean time i look forward to the next class X-D silence is... purity...

and then there's a question of people's hygiene. well, more style of eating than hygiene really. i mean, do you honestly believe you can walk into a restaurant, all well dressed and classy looking, mobile phones and all... and get away with your horrible table manners? regardless of how cheap the restaurant is, if you eat like a hog, it reflects on you. looking class, and behaving like a woman of social standing are two VERY different things. anyways, remember, when u eat like a hog, that u represent your school, race, sex, class etc. it doesn't matter where you go, these stand as some kind of benchmark for others to think about.

so i was eating at my favourite laksa place again, the usual orders, a chicken laksa with ONLY chicken and hokkien noodles, and a cup of red bubble tea. there were these 2 office ladies behind me, talking business, contracts and one kept getting phone calls from, i guess her subordinates, asking her what to do etc.

when they left, the waiter, let's call him roger, remarked "these ladies are DISGUSTING!" notice, the emphasis on disgusting. that was exactly how he said it.

now you must understand, he is fairly comfortable with me because i am a regular customer, i turn up there as often as i could without going broke because their laksa and bubble tea are cooked and made in the way i like it. aside from that, there was only me there and his colleagues, no one else. so it wasn't meant to slander those pristine women of class.

he proceeded on to complain to me about them "oh my god, they don't know how to eat man! i mean, look at the floor!" and at this point i have to agree with him. the floor was coloured with an assortment of soup, rice bits, noodle bits and veges. oh i know, most westerners wouldn't know how to handle chopsticks and stuff, but are fairly insistent on using it. you can't expect them to be good at it because they don't use it often.

on a side note here though, u will also be amazed at how many of them "westerners" that everyone claims are bad at handling chopsticks actually excel at using them far more than asians who are supposedly used to it and therefore, the experts.

however, if you had look at the ground, you would have probably thought they were trying to feed the floor instead of themselves. this wasn't a case of "i don't know how to eat with chopsticks." it was a case of "i don't know how to feed myself, therefore the floor can enjoy my food."

i don't know how many times i have to tell people. the table and the floor aren't living things. they can't eat the food that you eat. they may seem to absorb some of the liquid you pour onto them, but that is pretty much about it.

if you inflict on to another human being to do your clean ups though, i think that is fairly horrifying. you know, the food and beverage industry have a high labour turnover rates, because of hogs like these. oh and there are more reasons too, obviously. these hogs also expect you to serve them hand and foot, according to their every whim and desire, every mistake of theirs is always your fault.

oh yes, i know something about "the customer is always right" if you're going to apply that to every stupidity of yours though, you're going to get every single waiter fired. if one day you have to serve yourself at your favourite restaurant though, don't be mystified. because you drove them away.

i am not saying that i am the perfect customer. but i recognise that as human, we make mistakes, the waitresses are bound to make mistakes, we make our own mistakes. i worked as a waitress before, in a renown place where i was living.

it was a christmas period when bookings are tight, tables are bound to be filled fast if you don't bother to book early. and with tied in christmas promotions, lots of random bookings also came in during that time. this really cold woman called up my work place and booked a table for 15 i believe. or for 20 that depleted to about 15 people or so.

now, if you're going to book a place during such a time period, you would call at least 2 weeks in advance, especially if its for your office's celebration wouldn't you? well, this lady called about 3 days in advance, by which most of the long tables were already booked. smaller tables were also mostly booked, which meant we couldnt realign everything. i asked her "ma'am, would it be all right if i put you in 3 seperate round tables that are side by side? because it would mean a difficult way to converse with your colleagues." usually, most people who hire for festive seasons would not want such an arrangement.

well she said it was ok. came 21st december evening, she threw a hissy fit. why? "if i had known we would be made to be sitted with 3 seperate round tables, i wouldn't have made a booking. why would i do that? now my boss is mad at me! i don't care how you do it, i am not going to pay you nor eat here unless you put us in a long table arrangement!"

if you want to look good in the eyes of your boss, to start off with, my dear lady, is to get some brains, listen to us talk, because we reminded you THREE FUCKING TIMES that they are 3 seperate round tables. secondly, trying to GRAB tables like that is FUCKING RUDE, to us, to our customers. oh we can handle it all, don't worry. but you would have to wait for your table, during which this period of time, your boss would be even more UNIMPRESSED AT YOUR STYLE OF HANDLING THINGS.

needless to say, her evening ended quite unpleasantly because she was still stuck with her 3 tables, and i refused to move her, because my customers who booked EARLIER than her, has the priority to those tables, and i am not about to upset the entire restaurant just for her. everyone pays the same price, everyone deserves the same attention from us.

if you're stupid, eat like a hog, behave as such, be expected to be treated as such.

i love customer service.

^.^



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LOL!!! i found this news story on postal and thought i should share it. taken off The Daily Telegraph, you can also find it on Reuters.co.uk

A BLOW-UP sex doll sparked a bomb alert in a German post office after it started to vibrate inside a package awaiting delivery, police said today.

"Workers were unsettled when it began vibrating and made strange noises," a spokesman for police in the eastern city of Chemnitz said. "They were worried the package might be a bomb."

Officers brought the sender to the scene and discovered the source of alarm was an electrical device inside a life-size female sex doll. The man told police he had wanted to return the doll because it kept turning itself on at the wrong moment.

Order was restored after the sender removed the doll's batteries so the defective product could be returned.

Reuters

considering how i was saying to stick a blow up sex doll on someone's car just before i saw this news, u must understand i am totally screeching with laughter right now lmao!!!



i have decided that perhaps i should be better at this than anyone else. after all, a good part of my day is spent trying to annoy linxy since he lives with me :D

20 ways to annoy someone:

1)Bite them, and make sure u leave a teeth mark behind....

2)sing elmo song in the most broken way you could. cry if u have to. make that 40 times a day, even when ur showering, when ur cooking, and especially if they are talking to you....

3)unplug their network connection to the modem, while they are using the net... then scream "OMG!!! THE COCKCROACH PULLED OUT THE PLUG!!"

4)run around the uni wearing a panda suit, yelling "wadge (for want of a better name) stole my clothes!!!! he's gh3y!!!"

5)hop on their pc and steal all their porn...

6)steal batteries to the garage remote..

7)stick a blow up sex doll on top of their car. pretend u didnt do it, and when u see the crowd the next day, go there and whisper, loudly, that "i knew it! i knew that he prefers doing it with inanimate stuff omg!!"

8)run through their wardrobe contents when they have guests.. then start asking in a really innocent tone "wadge, why do you have such a small front for your underwear... and a big backside?" (huge innocent eyes must be included)

9)go for dinner with them. when their food arrives, ask in a loud voice "WHY ARE YOU DIGGING UR NOSE IN PUBLIC YOU CUNT! USE THE BATHROOM!"

10)(This only works for select individuals..) when shopping with them, at the check out counter, ask them, "hey, where's the anal sex starter kit that u were going to buy? and then 24 pack condoms?"

11)moo at every cow that u pass by when ur in the same car as them.. then continue to bleat at sheeps, neigh at horses, and if there isn't any animals along the road, start singing songs that is in a totally different genre from the one they are playing on the radio...

12)(this obviously only works on males...) poke their man tits and yell "MAN TITTIES!!! U HAVE GOT MAN TITTIES!!" right infront of a theater after the movies...

13)when they are on the phone with their parents, "oh honey... put it in.. slowly... oh yer (moan grunt) oh yer... don't forget the guy behind you too, ur suppose to lick his toes... oh yer.." make sure u say all that, as ah.. porno as you could..

14)print a collection of colourful porn pictures and stuff it in their drawers when their boyfriend/girlfriend visits...

15)start digging ur nose every time they talk to you.

16)repeat everything they say to you, every other sentence they talk.

17)ask them what they want for birthday presents. and if it's the expensive type of presents. hand make it. eg, if they want an ibook, make it out of a white folder.. (for people who have read the ebay story, u know what i meant..)

18)pretend to be drunk and make them carry you home because you're afraid of cars.. then mid way thru start bouncing on their backs and yell "GIDDYYUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!" or "HELPP!!! HE'S KIDNAPPING ME!!!! HELP!!!!" make sure there are policemen nearby..

19)(i am not responsible for what ever happens to you in your course if u do this) during an exam, if the question requires you to explain a theory to them, weave a fictional story out of it. for example: the land/sea breeze geography theory, say that the sea, jealous of the land, decided to steal all the heat in the course of the day, so that the land is cooler at night than in the day...

20)during a writing class, start eating the paper you're given to write on (i guarantee you, you won't die of poisoning unless they poisoned your paper.). tell your tutor that it speeds up your writing because all that you're ever guna say will be on the paper, due to an invisible pen that's going to write everything u say inside your tummy, and it will be shitted out in 1 week's time for him.

ok. i am done. that's was a little hard... ^.^



3/16/2005

ok, facial hair is a bane on most women's life. they all call it facial hair so that they had feel better that they aren't half men... let's face it, if it's a damn mustache, its a damn mustache u have got. if it's a beard, oh hell yer, you have a beard. you can't hideaway from it.

however, the most disgusting thing you can do, is to perform some sort of destruction on it in the middle of a tutorial. why tutorial, you may ask.. for one, the class has only 20 PEOPLE AT THE MOST, if u haven't noticed, you're not exactly alone.

for another, it's just purely rude that u should take out a tweezer and start plucking at ur beard/mustache during class, because you're distracting everyone as to what the fuck you're doing.

also, if you haven't taken out your tweezer no one would have noticed you actually have facial hair. making a big fuss out of the fact that you actually own facial hair would result in people noticing it, or haven't u realised by now?

why am i ranting? last week i turned up for class, a scary person took out a pair of tweezers and started plucking furiously away at her beard. there's only 10 people in that class, so naturally we were all trying so hard to ignore that fact that someone has this.. capability to do such a retarded act in class. i be attending that class tomorrow and i sit here pondering should i change the class, for whenever i think about that offender, i just cringe and put my hands to my chin, in case she might decide to just reach over and pluck out whatever she might see on my face.

oh the pain T_T.

i mean, she could have waxed her beard at home. wax is definitely more effective than plucking 1 by 1, plucking it is more effective if u have waxed everything and these tiny annoying bits are still there and its easier to tweeze it out. and no one would have known, hey you have a beard!!

but noo... hi beard woman. oh wells. off to dinner at hog's breath.. (drools)



RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, i am guna be VERY stupid here, very irrational perhaps, but wth man! some guy started telling people that oh, it takes a long time to earn money in l2, therefore, he ebays, therefore, let's ebay!!! and then when i called him an ebayer, he says "i am not an ebayer just coz i said that!!" get the fuck out of here! and then he threatens to pk me, but has no balls to do so coz, guess what, he isnt even 20. but his bro, oh wow, is 40+ and all of the full red colour. so got his bro to pk me. they said i am scared to be pk-ed when i was waiting for them. they werent even near dion anywhere... and i was sitting at the northern entrance with my dorf that they wanted to pk so bad.

bro is a dagger, he still hasn't the balls to pk me, therefore, has a red bro pk-ed me in 2 shots coz, woah, hi i am 20 lvls below him, therefore, i must be n00b. the moment i ran to use my healer they farken logged. oh yer, that's right, before even knowing why the other party logged, you log out because YOU KNOW THAT UR LIKE A FARKEN NEWB WHO CAN'T PK!!!

i HHHHAAATTTTEEE these little cowards who runnnn... because they know there's something bigger than them, someone better than them, but they like to feel the damn power to lord over people, even if it's just a farken game. oh yer, that's right, it's a game, i know i am getting all heated up over just a game.... but it's such people, who doesn't have the balls to hold their own who spoils the game so bad.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *bites her teddy*

*stomps everywhere* bleah!

AND MY INTERNET!!!!! it has decided to be gh3y, dc-ing me every now and then, as it please! oooo, the strong desire to pick up the modem and smash it against the wall... what wouldn't i give for that!!!!! not that it's the modem's fault, i should go down to the isp or whoever is sitting on those cables and tie him up with all those cables and, hrhrhr *snickers* tickle the hell out of him, making him laugh so hard he can't breathe anymore and yay... well done panda!!!

oh yer. before i get too into the act of violence, i need to kindly point out somethings. while essentially i still love rachelle's designs, as in the pink bits to this site, i have removed ayumi somewhat because i am not a fan site and this is really a site dedicated to me, not her. i am not going to stick her face in a place where the site rants on about me, and there she is at the top with her name on it. i haven't quite done with the background though, my cutie is working on it. i kinda made my own but he said it doesn't look very nice (i have to agree with him, but then again it's a little beyond me atm to figure out what to do.)

before u go around thinking, hey, she draws good. sorry, i didn't drew that. that picture was taken from somewhere and given to me over msn by a friend with no links whatsoever eons ago. so who's ever art work it is, if u recognise it, contact me, thank you for your cute panda, it depicts me fully, well kinda ^.^

also, finally got some kind of ftp. it's shared between 3 people though, so i might overuse or might not over use the bandwidth. if i do.. and it's my fault T_T, then yer gotta get myself one totally dedicated to me. but judging from everyone not commenting, i pray it's a sign that oni cutie visits this XD~~

somehow, this blog went from "i can't be farked doing all these stuff online" to "ok, since it's not 3 websites i have to handle, let's play with it!!" when i am more free (read: june holidays or so), i may actually get round to doing some proper website back ground design works. not any good at html but it looks simple enough. just having to put together a background that's the tough bit. i am not particularly artistic though, but i kinda like pink so here it stays!! :P vent all the pink frustrations on it.. pink pink pink!!!!

in the mean time, i discovered this treasure trove of cute, hot digitally drawn gurlz. http://www.pinuptoons.com/Galleries/Digital/DigitalArt.htm

pick one that's you and drool over it. i am guna do just that, and then use it as a background? not sure yet hehehe...

i have lots more to rant really but at this point i have grown fairly incapable... all of a sudden i am starting to feel all tired and groggy. must be all that anger have spent themselves and goes weee!!! let's take her energy away too!!!

well then. so be it i am guna go lie down abit ^.~



3/15/2005

right. that was a horrible morning. then i set about reading my stuff, cuppa soup and all. slowly trying to relax and perhaps nap before class. no such luck. i turned on photoshop midway thru reading and got stuck trying to make a new heading for my blog background. dont get me wrong, i love ayumi, i really do, but i am no crazed fan, thus she has to go. the rest of the blog is cool though, so i have to figure something out. just doing something with her head being there.

now for those who knows me well, the last time since i last touched that program was also in conjunction with my dreamweaver program, way back in 1999. this is year 2005. a good 6 years have passed since then. so naturally i was a klutz. but when all is done, it will be revealed to everyone.

also, i discover this webby called multiply. it's like an online blog, album, contact list, calendar thingy all rolled into one. naturally i am interested for here is something i was looking for... an online photo album with no restrictions far as i can see (yahoo has only 30megs last i saw :() if i had discovered multiply before blogspot i might have totally relied on it. sadly, i didn't. it's a good all in one tool though, but at the end of the day, blogger is also easier for me. i am a klutz at techie shet, so linking, just purely linking to it, will do. so you can find the present link atm to your right. i have some old pictures there, and some new ones that i just added in today, including some doodling in class (sigh, need to get rid of that habit) and a couple of chalk war on the wall we have.

today is a good idea how forever klutzy i am guna be. i think i kinda like it tho.. allows me to KNOW and MEET new people. first off though, it might be coz i am an arts student, a syndrome to be all klutzy, it's an arty form after all, in my opinion XD. (okok i know its an excuse...) but u cannot, CANNOT ignore how many of the arts faculty lecturers are such klutz either with techie stuff in lecture halls.

it was something i will forever remember, my first day in introduction to politics in year one. the lecturer couldnt get his mic working the first day, couldnt get the lightings working the next day, and then both wont work, plus a third machinary, the av. at this point i was a little mortified. DOCTOR so and so is an utter klutz who cant get stuff working? then he started saying " i find this a natural occurence with all lecturers in the arts faculty.. we always seems to have a problem with this thing called technology..especially when they all merged into one control system (referring to the all in one computing system that they used to turn on lights etc.)." this was the beginning of my education, where i might ONE day end up like them and be totally unable to operate semi sophisticated systems. i felt worried.

anyways back to present day with this prof, he got the settings right at first go. honestly, there was nothing wrong with it. then 2 seconds into viewing the movie, he somehow decided there needs to be something else done. started clicking buttons here and there that resulted in no movies and flashing lights... by then the class was trying hard not to laugh, but the forestry lecture hall was beginning to look like the interior of icbm on a good saturday night, sans the music. thankfully he decided 10 mins later to just restart the entire movie and do the one click thing again. and then sat quietly down for the rest of the lecture.

to my own klutz for the day:

so i was doodling.. happily just doodling away, swinging my feet violently while listening to the lecture, before the movie started. then weee.... goes the cute birkenstock sandals i had on. it tumbled down the steps behind another's chair. naturally, i was too embarassed to stand up, or even took the time and the mask of darkness to get the offending sandal back. i mean, man, i would look like a freak. lets take it back after class.

smart one. the girl who got the sandal started kinda shouting, whose is this whose is this....?!?! oh my god, the shame T_T i wish i could just curl up and hide in a hole somewhere...

anyways, i was still glad about something tho. my friend nurjit called me today. just outta blue, a long distance call. she's getting engaged :(. i dont know if i should be happy or sad. this is one person who truly treasures her freedom, who wana marry probably after 28. oh wells. all the best to her though, even though its not marriage yet, but its married in the eyes of the law or some shet. i still love her, and wish her all the best :) sigh. now i am beginning to feel all old and wrinkly and stuff. and still acting like a retarded 17 years old.

i like being 17 years old though. i like this perpetual happiness that i can enjoy, i can appreciate. of course you don't have to be a 17 years old to be do all that. it's just with time, with age, more is expected of a person to conform and let go the frivolities of youth. expected to turn up at office and work off ur ass, to be a part of the rat race, die old and not be happy.

i don't want that. i don't know exactly what i can be, but i know what i want to be. i want to make a difference, i wana be different because i am different. i know i sound like this 12 years old. you know, 12 years olds sometimes make more sense than 40 years olds.

i wana help the children of the world, of the third world out of their poverty, out of their meagre and ignored existence. i wana be there when people die, so that they wont die alone, they wont die unloved. perhaps the only impossibility to this task is, i can't be everywhere all at once. but i do want people to know, someone out there cares. happiness is ssooo precious. true friendship is sooo rare. real love, rarer still.

it's not that i don't believe love and marriage won't bring happiness though. it's just wow. how our dreams change as we grow older. how everyone changes as the society pulls a stop to everything and everyone just follows like blind sheep. i don't wana be like that.

at the same time i fear too, that once i get out into the working world, i am guna be a bum and follow the flow and just drift into non-existence. that isn't me. we all aren't the same,we are all special. wtf at non-existence.

blahhhhhh

:) have a good day u special people out there....



lol.... ran thru the winners of the bloggies award, and found most of those i expected to win, to win. what is funny though is that i actually havent put most down as favourites, tho i did like a few of those i believed would have won. i mean ANYWAYS, i couldn't figure out not fall asleep at some of the most BORING technical stuff some of them says. i know i know, they can be awesome technical tools, but man, reading about articles like that, it just retards me more than i already am.

so saying, wth am i doing up in like 4 hours after i fell asleep? oh, the garage door woke me up. that's the only problem i have with this apartment, this room, because basically i live right above the entrance of the garage where 498210498132491 of these apartments uses. which basically means, EVERYONE. and GOD do i HAVE to wake up to that sound everyday!i could soften the effect by running music thru the night while i sleep, but i be DAMNED if i have to wake up to that shet again! (then again i say that everyday and i still wake up to that shet.)

aside from that, i had a nightmare. oh yer, in the truest sense of the word, i had a bad nightmare. as everyone knows, linxy stays with me. i was beginning to feel like his bitch sometimes when i ended up washing his stuff with mine coz he didnt bother to wash his stuff, and now just goes "ok panda, u can wash this too." and makes it sounds like, damn, it should be my responsibility too despite HEY, i just washed all my stuff here. anyways, in this nightmare, i had this HUGE pile of stuff that i had to wash, which i hadn't used, according to the dream, which meant, it was all his!!! T_T then after that i was carrying it all somewhere, i have no idea what the dream was doing, the cupboard where we store clean stuff was right behind me when i face the sink. but anyways, i started walking thru this FOREST of boxes and stuff that belongs to linxy... which in real life is true too, that causes me to trip and all those plates and stuff starts flying around and turning into aliens and beaming lights, with this voice echo-ing "you have made master linxy mad.... ur going to planet of doom......"

suffice to say, i woke up at that point, swearing like the retard that i was. "what the fuck!!" and then i found myself in my room, waking up coz all that birrrrrrrr-ing from the "flying discs" in my dreams was that stupid stupid garage door.

i have a huge mind to start throwing his dishes at his door at this point, just to prove that he ain't my master and those dishes can go fuck themselves.

of course at this point, i know the dishes arent all that offensive, and i did realise... that we only have this many dishes, and they are all his, and unless i am willing to fork out 30 bux to replace them or get some of my own, ruining them coz of my dream would actually have disastrous results for me. so saying, i might just go terrify him later with my various renditions of elmo song just for revenge.

it is his fault after all that i have the nightmare.



Random Email of the day:

Everyday, we awaken with another chance at life.
Sometimes we forget how lucky we are,
Forget to appreciate the little things around us
that means so much.

Too often we don't realise
What we have until it's gone;
Too often we wait too long to say
"i'm sorry, i was wrong."
Sometimes, it seems we hurt
The very ones
We hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
To tear us apart.

Far too many times
we let unimportant things occupy us;
and then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let others know
How much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got.
And be thankful for the little things
In life that means alot.



What is life?

i am not quite sure i have an answer to that. i don't think anyone does. all of us have a theory, an idea what it is, all based on our own personal experience, our own beliefs, religious or otherwise.

however, i believe few will disagree with me if i say it is fragile, too long to have nothing done within it's span over time, too short to take for granted.

today, i lost a friend.

in modern times, with technology as it is, certain barriers dissolves, what constitutes as space, time and distance are abolished and thus new friendships form in the most bizarre of places. this is how i found this friend of mine. we didn't know each other very well, nor have talked much lately, if at all.

time apart, distance and space doesn't stop friends from being friends, people from caring, emotions and comments from being appreciated. the being that was there, will always be there, because the person behind the screen is a person with a soul, a feeling, a mind, a heart.

so, with his departure from this world, i feel a loss. this car accident that took him away, in a perhaps twisted sense, i hope she hasn't survived to wake from unconsciousness to know her son was gone, for his mum was in the same car with him. yet, he has a brother, who also needs a mother. but a mother's pain... can you feel it? the saddest thing in the world, is when u as a parent have to bury your son.

i don't happen to like departures, because i may never see so and so again. but when deaths occur.. i don't like it more, though i find that feeling to explain to everyone. this person, regardless of who he is, i can never tell him "thanks for knowing me, for letting me know you, because you brought another dimension of knowledge into my life."

i lost a closer friend last year. one whom, i guess, i kinda took for granted. before he drove out, i told him i had brb. but i wasn't back soon enough, and off he already went to party. drunk driving, he crashed into a house and died. no matter who's fault it was that he crashed.. the car, him for being an idiot.. etc, i wish my last words wasnt "brb". i wish it was more towards "hey, thanks for being a friend, i love u too.." but we all, as time goes by, we always always take for granted that the people beside us are guna be there forever.

to all my friends out there, i love you all. i don't wana lose you, in one way or another. but sometimes things happen... and you gotta go. then, all i have to say is, farewell my dear friend.. thanks for being there whenever i needed you, thanks for being just you.

rest in peace, j and wiser...



3/14/2005

i found this crazy email asking me to list my likes and dislikes. i think i shall list some down here too, here goes.

Whats your favourite fragrance?

i have 2 actually, Anna Sui's Sui love and Lolita Lempicka. both are picked out of pure biaseness than coz i have tested other perfumes. it was the packaging. butterflies, purple, flowers, apple bottles. go have a look, those are the kinda stuff i like hehe.

Whats your favourite cosemetics brand?

Contrary to common belief that women loves cosemetics, i actually don't use them often. but i do own some for functions. Anna Sui, for the same purpose as above (plus the fact they have GORGEOUS natural smells like pawlonia wood or something.)

What movie do u love the most?

HEAPS! Legally blonde 1 & 2, Coyote Ugly, Hitch, Center Stage, etc... dance movies for the dance moves, other movies for the chick flick side of it.

Favourite type of food?

oooerrr, sushi.. sushi... the australian type of chicken laksa, viet fresh spring rolls.. all jap food really (drools~~~~)

Favourite soup:

French onion soup (the best one i tasted ever was in a hotel, but i never found a comparable one ever again :(), cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, mushroom potage (campbell canned soup :D), cream of vegetables, all with crotons :D

Favourite dessert:

deep, fried ice cream :D

Favourite clubbing hangout:

er... i dont club enough to know, but i guess south pac and moose?

favourite colour:

2 really. lilac and pink. overall, i love pastel colours =X

who's your idol?

Sadly, i had only one idol ever in my life, and that was michael jackson back in 1993 before he was viewed as a deranged molestor, and before he had kids. i have none ever since.

Who do you prefer, mum or dad?

DAD!

What wouldn't you be caught dead doing?

going for the right classes, at the wrong time =X

What's the favourite part of ur body?

hair... ^.~

what's your favourite drink?

SPRITE!

if this is your last day on earth, what would u do?

run to ohio and grab someone to kiss =X well fly really.
then it's off to africa, and hug the poor orphans T_T nobody should die unloved T_T and alone...



-.- there are times when i wish technology can be slightly MORE reliable than it already is. considering i spent the last hour writing this blog, i damn well wish it was published rather than "page not found, error 504" or some stupid thing like that.

at any rate, i was just talking about how, delightfully, i stepped outta my apartment and to stewie's birthday bbq, which was more of a sausage and laugh at everyone's misdemeanour over the last 3-4 years of uni life. with mosquitos around though, it was hardly relaxing, but yer, i kind of enjoyed myself a little. ^.^

however, as my luck would have it, right from the start of the day i simply had to have stomach pains. this range from pure diarrhoea (oh yer, this word exists in your dictionary, so thus it's NOT disgusting :o it's a bodily function...), to the usual cramps. i demand better treatment towards my nerves from my body!

and then there's this usual ill treatment of my cutie :o abusing him is hilarious XD especially when u consider how much i spend my time on it :o... first off, i couldn't stop laughing after posting his gh3y looking private messages to me in rose, then posting his gh3y-like response when he saw the posts in the forums XD...

his madness, his laughter, it's alll sssoooo cute, such a blessing to have him (drool...droooll...ddddrrrrooollll) nevermind.. ahem..

anyways, while thinking of ways to prove to him how perverted he maybe, i chanced upon this article in playboy.com: http://www.playboy.com/sex/features/breasts/ which tells various interesting things about boobs, from how to tell if a woman is sexually aroused, to the, ah..., man boobs!!! as i have often pointed out to wadge, his man boobs exists!!! and they prove to have some use, though i actually haven't had a good read at that section.

i chanced upon lush australia's website too!!!! omgomg (drooollll~~~~~~~) it's sssooo yummy, i can't wait to hop into a bathtub with all those mmm yummy stuff (going bimbo here, gimme a sec to clear up ^.^) but oo errr, can't linger on that site too long or i had buy everything. lush cosemetics produces one of the most original, natural, yummy smelling, rich, skin worthy and helpful products of all the companies i have known out there. not exactly cheap, but not overtly priced like some ridiculous branded items maybe, it is every gurls mmmmmm shower dream fulfilled. i have put a link there to the link's section if u wana have a look. they have other countries on their list, but sadly since they pulled out of singapore, u have to order internationally if ur from there or malaysia. the closest to both countries, if ur abit conscious of the product's freshness, would be hong kong or aussie (i don't measure the distance between singapore and others very well :o).

in the mean time, i am still stuck with my 2 liters huge body shampoo that i bought back in muar, malaysia when i visited my grandma and was doing my return shopping there. i didn't buy much other than some good food that i wanted to share with the boys here (which ultimately ended up having me gobbled most of the food =X i am sssooo bad with good food). there's of course no worries about that. my main concern for most part of my life wasn't really my skin, but my hair. for week days, i use this japanese brand shampoo which for the life of me i can't understand other than it being typed as aquair water shampoo or something along that line. it smells heavenly, and was a rave with my colleagues back at the pharmacy then. we had used to buy it out.

then on weekends (ok so i am the ultimate bimbo, who cares -.-), i use redkens all soft range. that one, oooo, smells like vanilla... and i had sit there just going oooerrr. it has tremendously good effects on the hair, keeping it all soft like it's title says. aight, stop picking on the bimbo.

on the good news for today, i found the 2 bookmarks that i ever bought in my life (hand made ones, freebies, they often used to look sooo good) finally. they were bought from the oxfam shop here, but looks so leet. but went missing when i moved here amidst the boxes and stuff.

i also found the website to this miniature plant i totally adore. not quite sure if i want to buy it, expenses are kinda tight. http://www.emygarden.com/SearchResult.aspx?CategoryID=16 but have a look, aren't they totally asking to be kissed *.*?

sigh. i realise, the closer to bedtime that i blog, the more bimbo i sound at every turn. how sad -.-""



3/13/2005

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i've decided to cut short the number of days showed on the first page out of sheer ease for everyone, and also for those reading this from the uni, i still remember the outrageous amount of money u guys had to pay for sda data.

for those who wana have a look at the photos still though of various things, u can scroll thru the archives urself. but those specifically wanting to link to the page where i had my pictures taken of the walk home from civic, thru uni and all, it's this page here so it's easier to look at. once i figure out how to get an album going, i will link it up on the side bars.

other than that, i found this question very intriguing, and some answers even more intriguing:

"why download porn?"

1 girl i noted: "same reasons as the girls do? o.o"

my own question to her though wud have been "er, for laughs? o.o??"

her bf's answer "coz erm if the erm secks session wasn't satisfactory, self satisfaction.."

hrm...

my answer "for my project back then... for entertainment coz it's funny.. to learn new positions, not that there is any new ones they ever show... and to wonder how the fuck they ever get into those positions.."

oh yer.. the curiousity of the panda.. how u ever twist a body in such exotic positions... that is SOOOO beyond me.

by the way, my blog earlier.. i am guna have to change the time -.- i can't believe i posted stuff in my blogskins test blog -.- geez....

some boys' answers :
"u don't know our needs... man u don't understand man...." (uhm ok then...)

"we need to get it off otherwise we be bad tempered and all that. at least once a week, it's scientifically proven that we had get sexual frustration other wise" (ok then what about priests and monks o.o??)

"stfu panda!!!" (being embarassed doesnt help ^.^ <3>

"i don't watch porn..." (winmx shows u have over 20 gigs of porn u retard... it's pretty obvious when the title goes "a tight arse french maid's first time" ahaha)

similarly, a question i pose to them due to some recent disgusting behaviour on lineage... why do guys get all excited when they realises "OMG GIRLS PLAY GAMES!!!" and then proceeds to try and cyber with them. or just try to cyber anyways, regardless of games and such...

my discoveries:

"porn isn't enough" (wow, u have a dangerously high libido there my boy, ever considered a psychaitrist?)

"it's closer to the real thing than porn, because u know it's a real girl over there with a real body.." (due to recent events, well not really recent, i have come to realise that sometimes, the "girl" on the other end might just be a snivelling, drooling, perverted 59 years old man..)

"i can't download porn. for (insert reasons)" (somehow this reason cracks me up. you cant visualise like how a porn show can aid u in that. here it's total imagination. i am trying to figure out what the guys see in their mind's eyes... it doesnt look hawt to me LOL)

"if i'm lucky i get video and voice conferencing too" (how do u know it's not video/voice overs? :o technology is flexible man..)

at the end of the day, i concluded, there are those useless, no-lifes out there, who are terribly funny in their concepts and ideas, not forgetting their novel ways of getting it off.

regardless of the facts that all those above mention subjects are actually.. pixels... till u behold them in real life lmao!!!!

remember... no matter how bad it seems, the real thing, is better than your 2 hands.



3/12/2005

hehe... i been blog trolling again. it turned up quite a few finds for me, with regards to emotions, questions and answers. some of the blogs that i viewed, were really parts of these sites that i used to visit fairly often.

how odd it is though, when u read through the blogs and remember those times when u first started reading, how the author was like and what position he/she was, the events of that year and so on. this particular site that i had visited for almost 2 and a half years or so now kinda.. make me realised alot about time. i have been here for almost that long now. wow. lol. she was celebrating her 2nd anniversary with her boyfriend then, and now it's the 4th year. feel weird hrhr... in this time though, i have changed, i have adapted, perhaps not alot in my own point of view after all, pretty much whatever i exhibit is truly me that was hidden beneath in a restrictive kind of society that i felt it was.

there was also the point that before i came here, i underwent a life changing course, which of course didnt allow me to be able to fully expend the outcome of it in singapore, and thus far, australia has received the full brunt of it, as well as the various ups and downs at the times when i had retreat back into my shell like i used to. regardless though, each time i go back home, or what is technically called my home, i no longer feel at ease, comfortable and so on, or even closed to being comfortable anyways, like i thought i used to. instead, i actually feel i belong here somehow. true, even after these 2 years, i am not totally a part of this culture, i have not explored even half of canberra nor seen the tourist sites that defined this place to the international world. but then again, i feel more "home" here than my birthplace. 2 years.

what a change.

incidentally, i have a few rhetorical questions to ask all of u. there's no need to reply in comment (though i have reckon by now few peeps bother commenting, me included on other people's blogs X-D), but really just ask yourself.
1) what do u really want in life for yourself?
2) what's behind that want?
3) have you really ever loved someone for who and what he/she is, more than what she appeared to be?
4) do you love yourself? slightly more than a couple of years ago,

i have never heard of blogging, never heard of people writing their stuff on their websites. perhaps i am just not net savvy enough, but at that time all i ever did with the internet was just shopping and messing around with my websites from geocities and while playing neopets (check it out !!! http://www.neopets.com it's cute :P). i did wanted to have an online journal of sorts but the html behind it was far too complicated for me and i didnt want to take the trouble to do it. as i said though, i prefer paper products anyways, and i often write in bouts of passion more than just a need to note down anything for that day. this often resulted in terribly long entries that makes up for the ridiculous amount of time that i actually spent on it, which was basically none.

the main reason i started blogging was more because i started studying here, which meant i have to email/write to all my friends basically regarding the same thing. now if ur like me, ur guna have 10 page 20 page long epics ready by the time they reply to your snail mail, and about half of that with the speed of email and what ever time they could spend. and it had be mostly about the same things. blogs by then made some sort of sense. again, though, i didnt write except when i felt like i had something i need to get off my chest. there never seem to be a need to write about something that is, trivial. going to school, walking by the river, stuff that u know exists but take for granted. you know how sometimes u talk to yourself, be it in the head or openly? well it has come to this point where i got fairly vocal about somethings to myself, mostly in relation to my courses, but also to other environmental issues. changes, disgruntled views or just opposing views to what i read.

i decided to just rant about it on blogs rather than look like a retarded person walking to school. n thus this blog was restarted with that in mind to just let me sit and rant (and u be surprise actually eventually some of these stuff actually goes back to my written assignments :O)

i chanced upon some articles yesterday, with regards to what they called "the father of blogging" or something like that, about a person named justin hall, who had blogged for 11 years by beginning of last year, spanning his entire college and post grad life i believe, through his dad's suicide, everything was fairly out there. perhaps one of the failings of the entire blog would be his fame, his name or just basically stating who the hell he was. when he ended the blog, it was on a highly emotional note where he fell apart emotionally, cause he had a couple of failed relationships and, judging from his video, perhaps a number of failed normal socialisation with people.

i never got the chance to actually have a look at his blog so i can't say for sure, but for 11 years of faithful blogging, resulting in almost 5000 pages of data, it must have been something. why did i call it a failure then? it was mostly from what i could gather from his video really as the site was closed. he felt that internet brought him a feeling of intimacy, which at the same time was pushing away people from him. he felt people couldnt trust him not to talk about them, not to talk about the people who lives about 3 hours away from him. i

n my opinion, blog is a good thing to rant, to let out some air for those frustrations. at the same time though, some things should be kept private. incidents that happens in your bedroom, incidents that happens between u and someone else, that from your own judgement should be kept private, should remain private. there are somethings i will not mention here, somethings that i choose not to. not coz i don't trust the net, but secrets are something precious, something that if u hold to ur heart, u learn to treasure. this can include the people u know, for they are such wonderful people, the experiences u have felt, or just the place u live.

there are moments where, i know it's ultra special. oh, i want to share with the world, but then again, i also wana keep it because its so beautiful it's just for my own mind's eyes only. therefore perhaps it should just stay there for me to cherish. of course there are certain such moments i want to share too. it's alittle hard to explain perhaps. but somethings, just certain things, are what people don't want to be shared. and i guess it kinda fell apart for him on that point. but as i have said, i havent actually read his blog and all i have mentioned was due in part to his video, which i have deemed as "screwed up..." because of the state of breakdown, reliance on internet and so forth, that he was. oh wells ^.^



why in the world am i ending the last 2 days of school like this? first i woke up beyond late for class, then i sound like a retard in my contribution for today.. "did the armenians look any different from the turks thats why they were targetted to be killed?"

i am like, omg what in the world did i just say?!?!?! when the words left my mouth i realised i looked like the ultimate idiot who has done NO research whatsoever, NO reading whatsoever nor attended any class since the first day of uni. good job panda, good job, u just out did urself in the department of stupidity.

in truth, what i really meant was, these people stayed together, they know each other, at one stage, they even married each other, why the hell did they raise the gun at the other party for racial/religious/cultural differences? that's what baffles me. oh true, peer pressure, group mentality. but people like Hotel Rwanda exists. what happened to the rest of man kind? ur gonna believe what ever sir whats-his-name, king retarded tells u all the time? i dont know man i dont know. but regardless, this is't about them at the moment, this is about the retarded comment. the entire class probably went into shock the moment the question ended.

i honestly could KILLL myself omg.

and despite all promises to sleep early i obviously didn't since i woke up late and had to attend the 2 pm class again. then, i came back and was so tired i didn't wana go for the after party tonight. tired, hungry, i was quite a wreck. went to get dinner, then linxy turned up. foodie... he cries.. "foooddd, pans, u forgot about me again!"

well not that i wanted to, but honestly we bought SOOO much groceries, i can smell his beef returning back to cow state at the moment because i dont think he has even touch it, and all those oven food, the milk which i finally gobbled down just before due date. i swear i can hear miniature cows mooing in the fridge now. T_T i am going insane. but yer, my point being, we have all these groceries, yet most of the time i am the only one cooking. we eat out, or he eats out heaps, he be at girlfriends or he had bought his own. ANYWAYS, so i didnt get his share of dinner, and i was hungry. i ate up my dinner and we went for SECOND dinner at noodle's choice a neat new place.

now, that place has the COOLEST package for takeaway ever. ok for people who are used to chinese takeouts in those cute boxes, well i am not used to it. and obviously most of us havent seen it... but.. wow.. ok i will let the picture talk.
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i mean it actually looks ssooo cute T_T i want one!!! well just for... decoration purposes.. i took quite a few picts with linxy's and wadge's food, but then again i decided that one of the box is enough =X i have a tendency to over do things. of course it's pretty senseless though, u cant microwave it with that metal piece sticking out. but as i have suggested to linxy (he insists that it is at times like these, he seriously starts thinking i am an alien... i am from the other universe called pandaria..) it could be highly possible that it is a microwaveable type of metal.

i mean, let's see, things are being found/invented everyday right? taking that theory, they might be using something we have never heard of!!!

ooo before all that happened though, linxy got the number of his san francisco based clanny, called her up... we sang milkshake to her, with linxy rubbing his titties. quite disturbing really, especially when he's in the car.. and we're doing that while he's driving... and u know, there's a ditch nearby!! then i sang my classical elmo song. i bet omg, i am a hit with her!!! (at this point i am half fried in the brain with all my tiredness, and i still cant get myself to sleep, it's not my fault i was raving since 4 pm, and then ranting here at almost 6 am)

then we went to watch hitch, andoo, rozi, wadge, linx and me.. now THAT is one movie you should watch. it's one of those feel good movies, and pretty close to what the boys would have called a chick flick, but at least they found it funny instead of all sugary and stuff -.- boys have no taste. but it was awesome awesome awesome... i laughed so hard at so many things, i have no idea where to start. somehow, for some reason, them boys seem to find me funnier than the movie at some stage. like when i hid behind wadge's sleeves while trying to avoid the awful scary looking fish lips one of the guys in the movies formed in trying to kiss this girl he likes.

when we came back, i caved in, and decided to go to the after party after all. changed, made up, grab a bag and left.

you know one of those days u know u can't dance if not something is going to happen? or do anything to strenous anyways? well it's one of those days for me. the last time i did it anyways, danced for 4 hours straight. i swear when we started leaving the dance floor that day, i was perfectly fine. when i walked outta the club though, i collapsed. i couldn't feel my legs, i couldn't see straight and all i could do was garble at the boys that i was tired. between linxy, mousie and wadge, they carried me home. part way thru, a guy started following us. it must have looked weird and he might have been concerned. after all, 7 boys and a girl who looks like she was drugged/bitch slapped/dead/drunk. but mousie yelled at him and he ran off like a pansy, so whatever intent he actually had, we never knew.

to present date, i was worried about that happening coz i am DEAD tired. if i over did it.. lordy... but i was lucky. the girls got tired in 2 hours. so while i am still dead tired, i didn't flopped dead out when i stepped out. i walked abit more to the cabbie, almost got vommited over and yay i was home.

while dancing though, omg the people the people!!! let me bitch a sec. there were those who look at you waving ur hips and just wana stick their penis in there. so they walk over and try and grope u, hold u, so that ur gyrating ur ass against their penis and it makes them go umph! before they can do that though, i give them a deadpan look and started looking like a lesbian with my dear sweeties... all those gyrating hips are useful sometimes...

and then there are those more direct assault types. who gives u that "i wana screw u now" looks. to which i give a deadpan stare back, hoping that they get the idea they look like a FISH to me. and then those who just likes to fondle u all over, i drive the heels of my shoes deep in, even though i am on flats today, i stomped them hard. got to love their need for their feet.

and then there are those attention seekers who takes up HALF the small dancefloor to look cool and end up looking like drunktards trying to break a bone. no they are not impressive, they are IRRITATING people who takes up the dance floor which other people COULD enjoy.

all in all though, i did enjoy myself. a sober person who doesnt seem sober in all her actions and words... laughing at friends, acting homo as much as i want, pole dancing with a skinny friend, who of course decided to comply X-D by being my pole... perfect!!!

ok i shall stop my madness here. good night!!!



3/11/2005

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3/10/2005

remember my post about my retarded palm? i shall call it the T from now on. well after that post, i decided to recharge it and ready for one last go at it before finally calling it quits and decide to either throw it in for repair or just go buy something else or just ignore it. repairing it meant i could resell, buying a new one would have been a go a trying technology again, for i saw something on it that i wouldn't mind so much. so i was surfing ebay, just looking out as normal... then i went to bed.

when i woke, i swear i thought i had a huge nightmare and was still in it. screaming kids everywhere, 2 in front, 1 upstairs and possibly 3 around the estate's park to my right. needless to say i was upset. i was trying for a short nap before class but looks like it wasn't going to work.

then i went to fiddle with T. i tried the usuals of soft reset which involves clicking on the on off button and the reset button, and then hard reset. in my eagerness to get it over and done with, while i was trying to do the hard reset, i broke the stylus at the tip. then i heard a beep. that retarded T has sprung to life!!! at the expense of a broken stylus!!! what an exchange.... wow -.- i swear all my stuff have a life of their own. they think it's funny to walk out on me and come back at the very moment i have this feeling of chucking them out... like my retarded laptop that wont let me play games during exams period and actually work slightly better after exams! wth!

so i have a working pda now with no stylus. i spent the whole day trying to fiddle with it with my pen, fingers, whatever is useful. meanwhile, i went off to school in search of the stylus at the school techie shop, as well as to learn more about my laptop which i sent in for repair with them too.

it's been almost a week or more i think, since i sent it in for repairs. when i walked in, the response i got was:
"we've been very busy sorry!"
"i forgot to call!!"
"i am calling now"
"i was doing it just before you came!"
"i will call tomorrow!"
"yours is an old model, i will call again and check! it's going to be a problem though!"
and it was all from the same person! with all that convo running thru from her, i gathered that she totally forgot about my laptop till i walked in thru the door. how wonderful. i am giving her till tuesday the latest. then i am taking it out to civic for a try.

with that bad news in order, i realised that my T is too old a model too to have it's stylus out on sale for me to actually find easily. after about 4 shops in civic, i gave up. i guess i can't avoid ebaying one then. for the first time i am gunna purchase something where the shipping and handling is going to be higher than the product itself, by about 600 times or something (it's worth only 0.01 usd on ebay). how sad -.-

so i went for classes, now, i have a weird way of being ssoooo lost every semester. i had turn up for the wrong class at the right time at the right place, EVERY SINGLE SEMESTER at least once, no matter how long i have been in that course. so it was with tradition, i ended up in a macro economics class instead of my socio class, and in some seminar of sorts instead of my biz class. i was at wits end. wth is going on -.- what an abnormal day, screaming kids, laptop not done, now wrong classes. i was raving mad by then. in the end, i was late for both classes. how charming.

amidst all that happening, our normal weekly thursdays bazaar was running out under the hot sun in union court. it had lotsa random stuff, ranging from naruto's head gear, to the cos play wrist guards that you see on sasuke i believe, some emily the strange collection of wallets and bags, books, antiques, fake antiques (swords and stuff that are obviously made in this era) hats and lots more. but i couldn't hang around long since i was obviously late for the right classes.

and then i turned up for socio class. now i am going to talk about this class more than the biz class for obvious reasons: the woman in biz has NO idea how to teach. and it's a dry subject at times. i COULD make it interesting, but today is just one of those days i want it to just pass quickly.

the topic for today was common sense, time and society. now i dont have much to say, for one i didn't read much on both readings today, albeit i do have an idea what they are. for another, i just ain't the type to talk much during the first few classes. it takes me a while to warm up. it's just something i grew up with, you know, students listen, teacher talks. even if teachers and us hits a debate, it's never really about what we learnt but about something outside of syllabus. so all these are still a little harsh to over come despite being here for 3 years. but when i do start discussing damn i talk alot. :(

anyways, i still had to do my contribution or we had be rated low anyways. they contribute to our final results at the end of the course. but i didn't know what to say, seems like either others have said it or she had started the discussion with exactly what i wanted to say. then i got annoyed, and decided to doodle abit, resulting in this:
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which is just one of the 2 pages that i drew up on my notes -.-""

then in the last 5 minutes, she hit on the topic that at least i knew something about: the internet and how time seems to have no effect on it. so i was like "games where people meet, blogs which are up for 24 hours a day from most sites, they don't have a certain time frame in terms of meeting so you can choose to read, chat, play whenever you want to.." and she lit up and went "yer! that's a good point!" score!!!!!

LOL!!!!! damn what a great way to end the class :o we actually went into slight over time because of my 1 liner of sorts. lol...

i went back to the bazaar and got myself a pair of earrings. coz.. it's one of those times where, u re pierce your ears to find that all the earrings u ever bought, from the great ones to the simple "hell no" ones has just decided to take off from you.. having only 1 pair of earrings, which was meant more for prettying up with, i decided to get this particular ones.
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charming ain't it?

to end off this retarded day, which has the ups as my pda suddenly working, it decided not to communicate with my pc for a very long time, i.e, 3 hours. then i had to delete some stuff before it would work again. my fault really.

and now, it's time for bed, before anything else goes wrong. on a side note though, i found this GORGEOUS plant. i want to get another one to replace the one that died due to the erratic canberra weather... have a look http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=42218&item=4352347001

good night :D



so here i was, minding my own business, doing my work for the next class. lo and behold, some student demonstrators came walking by. it was something about women and the howard government, probably about the lack of freedom to work as we wish. however, whatever the cause maybe, it was lost on me, despite however distracted i was by them.

the fact still remains they walked too fast for me to read their placards. so all they have done with me at this juncture is really distracted me with their aprons, and the last one was bouncing away...

how cute...

not.



hrmph. had a nice long nap and then woke up to cs :o i was intending to study then linxy popped by and asked for cs, so away i went, as usual, hunting for the most populated server.. got some surprising results though, i guess the people either really sux today or i am just in one of those moods. got a knife kill too, i think its like the 2nd or third in my entire career!! :OOO
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so as i was saying, went out to civic today and saw the girls by chance, it was great seeing them again, having a male around the house sometimes dont demand much of a gossiping session, but yer, it was awesome. teasing tina was the BEST thing that happened today XD~~~~ i missed doing that ssooo much. hey, it's one of those things that friends do as a harmless things to friends. of course, there's normally a limit, but most of my friends and i could take it to a lvl where it can really hurt someone sometimes, but... yer. it's the tolerance lvl. as long as you know the other person is joking, and u know it wont affect you, everything is for a laugh :D

i did this bag picture that i loaded more out of fun coz i saw another person's blog who kinda mentioned another linking site about it. i can't remember the full details now, but one thing i remembered is how much the insides of your bag really shows what kind of person you are.

a couple of suff that is shown in that pict doesnt normally exist in my bag by the way. the lip conditioner and the organiser. i dont usually carry them out for shopping and so on. but today i had to go school and my lips were cracking up so they had to come along. usually too i had go around with my waller, but the bag size is pretty small today and thus, i dont see the point of carrying the entire wallet around since i dont use everything inside anyways hehe. so the essentials are:

1)my ipod
2)my camera
3)my money/cards
4)my mobile

that's pretty much it. some of u know i used to have a pda, a tungsten T to be exact. well what happened to it? to be honest, it died on me. months of disuse (because it is sometimes fairly retarded) resulted in the batt dying away i believe, or it's just trying to be kinky with me. i could try and repair it but i dont know how much it costs to do that. i think its actually going to be cheaper to get one off ebay 2nd hand that works very well than actually trying to fix it.

i rarely use it though, and perhaps when i do see a use for it again i will fix it or just get a new one, since the newer ones are better. it's not that i hate it, but i realised that i am more into paper products for such issues than actually having a pda. i could get it working, and do heaps on it, or just dont use it at all =.= i aint exactly a techie person sometimes. if u check out on ebay, a full new/2nd hand set with some extras range from 40 usd all the way to about 300 euros or so. when i first bought it, it was about 1 thousand bux. so :( poor tungsten. back then i was working and thought i would have needed it for the work i was doing. well not really the work i was doing but intending to quit and go back to doing full time private tuitioning i guess. it would have been helpful.

but then again, things worked out this way, i am back to studying, dont need tungsten anymore and poor pda kinda lost its use. i mean i honestly prefer using paper products anyways. so i am killing the environment, bite me. paper products are sooo natural though to use, i dont really know much other ways around it.

girls invited me to pub crawling on friday night :D so i might have more pictures to show everyone. got a new program to edit my photos too, so i guess i am guna open some album or something to show everyone. they make the photos sooo heavenly with all the wild effects. but i got to figure out what it does and how it does some other things first before changing my pictures =X

aight time to really settle down and read.



3/09/2005

went out to uni for classes today and then went to town. bumped into some friends from burgmann, and the rest of the day became a huge giggling pot :o ended up going home 1 hour later than intended, but for the laughs, it's still great :D

because i went camera crazy, i figured everyone should just have a look:

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shopping for chocolate, we chanced upon these purty purty things which was on the easter eggs section
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the long walk home:

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finally, a weird thing i find outside a house, i believe its meant to be a sculpture, but i am fairly lost. that house was pretty, but had a car outside so i didnt take any picture of it as i dont want any one looking for that number plate or something strange like that :o
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at any rate i will probably rant a little later, this huge picture posting was what i wanted out of the way XD coz i took them while walking back, wanting to show everyone how it looks. now that's done i am guna go shower!!! ciao!!!



3/08/2005

this is more in response to the comment i found below by chance (they are being channeled to an email i barely use so i actually have to refer to my blogs to see comments appearing.)

let's see, learn to cook....

1) i am cooking for myself mainly, my housemate generally dont have to endure my cooking coz a) he isn't home, b)he doesnt eat home and c)he doesn't cook his share in this home anyways. therefore, i can cook whatever retarded shet i want, and it had still taste as good as what i wanted, because i have put exactly those ingredients in.

2)i know how to cook, i said botched attempts more coz they dont look the same as the cook book. but then again, referring to point 1), there isn't a point for me to have a restaurant looking meal on my own table for my own self.

3)if i didnt know how to cook, those food wouldnt even be pictured would they? coz i be getting takeouts. they had still be raw eggs, fresh bred and packets of mozarella cheese in the market.

so dear soul, u learn to cook. and tell me those werent cooked food. ^.^



ok~ i got the weirdest email in my uni email account. this person emailed me asking to support MY president bush, to elect MY judge or some thing along that line. problem is I AM NOT AN AMERICAN.. not the slightest bit. and i am staying in AUSTRALIA for now. how the hell did that email came about? so random.... i mean of all things, if this was really an official email asking stuff, check out the end tag, it says "anu.edu.au" notice the AU part. if it isn't and just some random "spam in the box so we alert the rest of the world to our selling webby" well again, notice the au part, half of the world doesnt stay in america, infact, probably like 80% of the world doesnt stay there. more than 90% of these offers are to american residents only. so, stop wasting yours and my time.

anyways, so i was reading this article in time magazine while i was eating my faithful little breakfast that, ahem, someone claimed looked like a french toast disaster. sorry, it wasnt meant to be french toast =X. anyways. the article was about the scientific differences between man and woman, what the found, what more can be found and so on. then there were the personal experiences section, where a woman was kind of "not wanted" on various civil engineering projects, even in back in her uni days, because of the fact that she is a WOMAN. right, the year is 2005, even in 1990, i think its fairly still what we had call, MODERN. precisely what most of the world had like to think we are actually in.

considering how everyone wants to view this world as modern, it is also funny how they view woman as still another species, another group of people who can't do certain things, won't do certain things, the list goes on, i don't have to list it all here and waste my time typing it all out. what's with a woman that a man doesn't like anyways? they "can't" be engineers, they can't be in anything dangerous. i believe at some point in life, our mentality actually hit a similarity towards certain issues, for example "I WANNA FARKEN KILL MY NEIGHBOUR!!!" yer that's right, we swear, we wana reach out and hit someone across the head with something sharp because they had done something stupid.

just because most of us are severely emotional, doesn't mean we can't do things the mean way either. i mean, how do you know those tears weren't meant to be part of the plan. let's face it girls, we all shed our tears at some point in our life, because we needed something thats not to do with someone dying, someone breaking up with us, or anything towards that line, isn't it?

and of course there are several other things. let it be known, that women can be more cruel than men, more ruthless, more heartless so don't be a tool and turn down a person for any job just because of their gender. you might be at the losing end more so than the other party.

oh. and tonight i had another cooking disaster. it wasn't really all that bad though, i just thought that the bottle i had had a squeezing effect that i was used to, and then almost threw the entire bottle's content of soya sauce right into the chicken stock that i was using for my chicken noodle soup. naturally it turned out awfully salty for a normal person. keyword: normal. for people like me though, it was still tolerable. therefore, it was a great meal :D it doesn't look like it, for sure, but it was a great meal :o Free Image Hosting at <a href=

reading through some other blogs though, i have realised how much the blogging world have evolved since i first had my very very first blog (to which i have lost the password, and also have forgotten which of the numerous email addresses i used back then actually held the email to that account. it was a fairly emotional ride though to see that retarded blog but i think i have to find some way to remove it for it is very disturbing to me :O not disturbing to see the past or the emotions, but to see it under in such a fashion, knowing that i have written it and couldnt do anything about it.). i see huge communities of students blogging, designing their blogs at like 13-15 years old, some fair talents too if u think about how they scripted up the entire layouts and so on. albeit, some could do better work. i really can't complain though. last i played with html was seriously back in 1999-2000, and then all reasons for it to be used as a skill stopped.

ultimately though, hrm, i dont want this site to look like a fan site -.-

a couple of blogs i looked at today deserve some mentioning. www.tard-blog.com was one of the first pointed out to me. i had a look at both the posts, at the love mails and then at the hate mails. it's being written by teachers who teach at a special ed school kind of "teasing" their aides. if truth be told, it's more of a rant than of a teasing, who ever said being a teacher is easy?

i maybe a student who complaints about being a student, but i did some private teaching in my own time too previously. it is nothing compared to teaching infront of a class, and certainly nothing compared to teaching to special needs children. but, have you ever watched the show by bill cosby, kids say the darnest thing!? to each teacher, every kid is the same yet different in their needs. so it doesnt matter if it was a special ed teacher or a normal teacher, u will find both ranting about similar things and laughing about similar things in their own private space. thats how teachers' treat students and vice versa (don't tell me u haven't ever called one of ur teachers a whore/bitch before, you're a liar.) it's because we treat them as HUMAN, like how we bitch about our friends, our neighbours, our classmates, the list goes on.

to be honest, i LOVE that blog lol! it was funny because i can relate to some issues with my own tuition kids and their parents. it is not only the special ed kids that have retarded parents, but normal kids too. i have one who insists that i was an idiot, and that her kid was a genius just that he cant seem to perform well on tests, in school, in a class, and certainly not in a 1 hour tuition class. therefore i was fired, and by a stroke of luck, my friend was hired. the same occurred. it's been almost 4 years now i believe since i last saw that kid. he's now in some sort of technical school with a friend of mine's brother apparently. and he's still under performing.

sometimes i actually sit back and think about him and wonder why and what's wrong with him. it could be he's not interested in whatever he's learning. but with the tight curriculum in the world, in singapore as well, it is going to be hard to find what he wants early on. by the time he hits his teens, it's pretty much a lost case if he hasn't found interest and if he doesn't care to, especially with parents who preferred to stay thinking he's a genius especially in the fields THEY CHOSE for him.

and then there was this autistic kid whom i had the chance to teach for a while. he was violent, spoilt by his parents and fairly a hazard to be around with, especially when he's with himself. he had stick his fingers in live electric sockets, and who would yell, "fuck you, bitch!" if u tried to help him remove his fingers so he wont get eletrocuted. honestly, i wish i could have electrocuted him a few times just to teach him the danger of it, but then that might have killed him.

his anti social behaviour though, might have been a by product of his parents' behaviour towards him more than his autism. he was their only son because they wanted to make sure he's capable before bringing another child to earth. their lovingness though has no bounds. that was something that i both admire and detest. he had walk into a clinic and see a car track that he wants, those toys thingy, and he had insist they buy it. and they had. at 12 midnight he had suddenly awaken and insist on a pizza, daddy had go out and buy it. and if its the wrong one he had threw it in his face, coz he wants a pizza hut pizza. so daddy had to trick him by putting saving pizza hut boxes in case of such nights.

he had punch his mother in the pelvic region, calling her a fucking vagina and laugh at the pain he caused, and when i had pull him one side and tell him nicely that it wasn't a nice thing to do, he had say she looks funny and to stop bothering him. although i havent had much training with autistic kids (or if any at all), i do know they have a tendency to live in their own worlds. this was more of a case of a spoilt brat than anything else.

after a few weeks though, he finally responded to my teaching some what, managed to read beyond a few words. and learnt them too. now THAT is exhilarating. the demands of teaching that one child though was too much for the pittance i was earning. stressed with finding interesting things to capture and hold his attention for the full 1 hr, by the end of the 2nd semester i decided it should be the last time i am teaching him. so after his exams, i left.

sigh. those were the days.



aight. i started the morning trying to make breakfast for myself. kind of. this in turn resulted me in finally cleaning the pile of dirty dishes that had not been cleaned for the last 4 days or so. no, there wasnt any icky stuff really, just stuff that needs lotsa rinsing.

anyways, let this be a lesson to u that recipes are to be followed, or at least read. no one should attempt cooking base on pictures >.<

my botched attempt at cooking ah... nevermind..:
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the one underneath is the botched attempt, the one on top was a better version of the botched attempt, more coz i decided not to attempt it till i figured out how what i saw was really cooked, hehe, so it was similar in that eggs, mozarella cheese, bread, salt and pepper were involved, but it was scrambled eggs this time, not an attempt to force the bread to be a sunny side looking thing.

it was still botched though, coz i forgot salt and pepper till the last minute. however it looks though, they were still excellent tasting... cheese, eggs... mmm. and a couple of vege fingers to finish off a healthy looking meal (i dont think it really is but then again :o) and a pineapple fruit punch thing.

so here's the final thing, minus the fruit punch...

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and i had a time magazine to read thru all that too :o it actually tasted like sausage mcmuffin with eggs, cept as u can see, which i just realised too, i forgot my turkey ham >:( oh wells there's always tomorrow :o



ok, i was trying to sleep, then i realised i been trying to post my kinda food that i cook ever since i figured how to use imageshack, and never got round to taking picts of them for u guys. and then i remembered i took pict of my half eaten fish burger just now so i could post. and i decided i cant sleep until i post it coz it looks great.

so there u go, random pict of the day = my food :o

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3/07/2005

it has been terribly cold the last few days or so. probably since thursday. my fingers and toes are like frozen clumps somehow still attached to the body. when the cold first settled in, linxy thought that the air-conditioning was on, thus the cold or something. however, that was not the case, my windows was wide open, resulting in the "air conditioning" temperature that seems beyond linxy. as usual, Canberra has decided to skip autumn or the normal cooling down of summer, to jump straight into winter, i hope. for the erratic weather might just make me very sick again.

in the past few hours, i been looking for news, articles, events that might be related to or on the genocide in sudan, frank abagnale jr's adventures as well as a few other not so notable articles. there were a few sites that caught my eyes, and definitely a few articles which i deem as fairly moving writings and lessons for all of us. These "journeys" as i shall call it, are ones that few will actually come to pass, unless you chose that path or unless the vocations of your choice suddenly decide that you should venture on them. there are many other ways to stumble onto such journeys of course, but then again, such luck are few and far between, for who would like to suffer, watch suffering or be a part of it?

a few years ago, in 1999, i volunteered and was chosen to go on a volunteer trip to Myanmar, or Burma, for whoever thinks that this or that name is unsuitable. it was an eye opening trip, but more because i actually learned from it than gave, in my opinion. before the trip, i was fairly much a pompous idiot. well not really, but close. because i belive i couldn't possibly learn from these people i am about to give my time to, other than to see their way of life and probably snob at it, for i know a little about their showering habits, which my grandparents back then still live with. which meant, of course, that i experimented with such showering habits.

but honestly, i wasn't prepared for what i was about to see. or learn.

the group of people were divided into 2. we were going there to "build a school", and various other stuff that i honestly forgot. it was meant to be out in the village. we all paid for the flights and whatever other expenses that might be incurred, including food and so on. we were to live in tents near the village so we dont have to impose on them, and the story goes on.

however, within the first week of the first group (i was in the 2nd group) they experienced some problems with the government. to go to the villages to do any form of work, or even as a visit far as i understood, we needed a pass, a visa, by the permission of the local military government. though we were supposedly promised/given a pass (it was too long ago, bear with me while i try and get through the details), the government revoked it/didn't wana give it to us. so for the first week or so, the first group couldnt go anywhere, coz they were not allowed to, couldn't do anything and eventually, out of boredom and a want to do something for the locals, the fixed the local temple for them.

when permission was finally granted, it was not for the location we seeked. but rather in a small town on the outskirts of Yangon. there they started building a local community center for the people who stayed there. it was to be used partially as a school in the day and a community center at night. the first group consulted a local architect, mason and so on, and for the next 4-6 weeks that both groups stayed, it was pretty much the same people we consulted. they also helped us in the building, because, due to the government being terribly bitchy towards us, the 2nd lot of us got stranded in the house for a few hours of the first day too. then we were told to vacate, stay in the local ymca yangon and basically keep as little contact with the locals as possible.

so, what did i learn? on the physical note of it, i actually learnt how to play with cement, create concrete and stuff with some basic notes on how to do it, the right mix, putting up walls with very very old techniques of using the string and this thing to keep the string straight so that my poor wall will not curve and hollow out and then collapse in the near future.

i learnt a little bit of burmese. not alot mind u, and mostly forgotten now from the lack of use, but while it lasted, it was a joy to try and talk to the burmese people and trying to understand it when they rattle back at u, faster, more efficient, and definitely better, thus my lack of comprehending it at times.

but on the emotional side, it was a far more bigger journey that i took. these people had close to nothing, living on an edge of poverty. they live in houses on stilts, barely safe, rackety and smelly. their toilets are outside of the house, with this thin bamboo pole that u run on to reach the toilet, which is really a hole between the planks and a basket far below to collect the daily human excretion. and yet these people offered us their homes, their food, to come in and visit, rest, eat, shower even if we have to. and the joy they took to provide what little they have. they shared with us things that were unique to them, like their cosmetics (this bark thing that they grind and used as paste that's supposedly good for the skin). and these people had nothing, and still they give, they smile, they laugh.

we in all our technological glory, our concrete jungles, can barely manifest a twinkle in our eyes in our normal lucky days, and they in all the poverty that they live in, has so much more that they find joy in. how beautiful is that? with what little they have, they give and give, and yet we with all our riches, couldn't even give our time to our families.

this article that i picked from bbc also show from another closer angle, from the words of a nurse working in sudan under an aid agency, just before she left.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/4007353.stm

i wanted to quote from her but, all of it was just too beautiful, so go have a look yourself.

another one you guys should look at is the news on what is happening with U.N, the U.S and the "conclusions" if u can call it that, also from BBC. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/4227835.stm i am not sure about how u guys feel about this article, so i will reserve my comments atm, other to say that, there seems something so wrong with their "arguments."

on another note, there's this new interesting website that i stumbled upon while looking for the real life story of frank abagnale jr, the person that leonardo di caprio was acting out as in "catch me if you can." http://www.crimelibrary.com/ you can view it there. why did i go hunting for the true story behind the movie anyways? well, for one i am sure no one can document an entire say... 5 - 6 years into a 2 hours movie. for another, it astounded me how people could be fooled for 5 - 6 years, and unable to find this person for as long as that. his story is in there, i believe it's under hoax and scams. regardless, it is a great story in it's right, real life, yet a story still. how, you can not judge a person by his looks and mannerisms, for all these can be imitated.

long post this is hrhr... well, i am done for now :D ty for reading :P



3/06/2005

i was trying to blog this entire day. however, one thing lead to the next, and it has been quite an eventful, albeit probably boring day for the most of u, since i barely ventured out except to get dinner. but it was a good day nonetheless, filled with something other than games for once, and other than books.

for the more obeservant souls out there, and for the really blind ones, yes i have changed my blog drastically. taken from blogskins.com, with the designer being credited to your right, but definitely the picture is taken by someone familiar to ayumi fans, i was still experimenting with blog skins and so on, and stumbled upon hers. needless to say, pink, ayumi, more pink... nothing more that i really want. a few more experiments on turtlepowah.blogspot.com, which is my test blog, i figured out how to put this out. BUT... firstly, she lacked the links to archives, history, whatever, secondly, my comments disappeared. but i guess i understood that, since most of her friends uses something called a tag board... which i shall desist from using. not coz it's not great, but -.-" it looks damn messy.

there were a couple of other stuff too, so remembering deeply that i havent touch html or anything related for about 2-4 years, this was something i can barely take on to change. but i had to have my archives back at least, then worry about comments at a later stage or something. starting a test blog to find out what was wrong, i managed to put everything back except comments. jake came on and HEROICALLY solved the rest, which he said was T_T some terrible layering stuff (i have no idea what he is talking about, really :o) but for someone who's still around 7th-8th grade, this isnt such a bad html practise, so i wont comment too much, other than her various works for her friends T_T they are all so small, though, nice. but for someone like me who likes to type out titanic length blogs, it is never going to work out.

so for this new lay out and songs and so on, props to rachelle, whoever she is, and my dearrrrrr jake :D :D

mean while, i been trying to clear my room and so on, and wasn't really successful at it because i get so distracted by the stuff i own. eventually...i managed to start tidying up my bed. it wouldnt have been anything eventful except... I GOT FARKEN LOST IN MY SHEETS -.- i pulled my blanket out of the cover because it was getting so lopsided from all my rolling around. then.. because the cover was so huge, the other reason why it was getting lopsided... i had to go in and adjust the blankie and so on. next thing i know, i lost my sense of direction and had seriously NO idea where i came in from... i was almost guna start wailing for linx to help when i saw a patch of light... and crawled towards it. end of ordeal.. phew!

and, being a sunday, it was time to treat myself to something special again! i believe to live life to the fullest, to be able to love someone else, to give whole heartedly, u gotta damn love urself first, and look after yourself. so saying, i been treating myself every sunday of the year, or whenever i feel like it. but sundays are... a must! todays treat was a strawberry bath... and i just lounge in there for 2 hrs, till my skin almost wanted to give way :P and i was reading my text, getting it wet... sleeping... all nice and warm and stuff. then i walked out, smelling of flowers, strawberries and vanilla, a grand mixture of airfreshener, shampoo and of coz, the bath suds. dont everyone wana smell sooo good eh?

anyways, the cleaning up of the bed was mainly for the photoshoot :o
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can u spot the newbies on my bed? :D they are sooo cutieeee :D :D

aside from that, i got fairly annoyed at our balcony, coz i could only see half the view out there since the silly blinds kinda broke. i got annoyed enough to use the broken strings and tie them up to the top. so now, it looks like this

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if u dont like it, too bad, i happen to love it. sorry about the dirty pooh bath mat tho, i decided its high time i air it... considering all the candle wax i been dropping on it, the amount of bath suds that its got on it, it deserve a little of the happy sun that we all have come to take for granted.

for people who are used to big pictures or who liked my huge pictures posted before, with the present layout i am afraid i can't accomdate ur pleasure, so if u still like huge pictures or just want a clearer view, click on the thumbs, i am sure image shack wudn't mind so bad.

now for the others that i have been talking to, or who have been reading my blog, the poor girl who's boyfriend broke up with her just before he proposed? remember her? her blog no longer exists. as in the site itself. now i have heard a couple of comparisons since i told some friends, that perhaps like me she has moved on, and that she just wanted to delete all her posts the easier way. perhaps, and i would be glad that she has moved on, wallowing and allowing yourself to be hurt is one of the worse thing u can do to urself. someone fucked u up, let urself weep what u need to, it's human, then move on. true it is easier said than done, but i am not sure wailing on a daily basis, tearing urself up from inside out is exactly a good thing too.

but what happened to me was, i just like to sit there in self pity. it feels good to be there because there are people who be like "awwww" and then i feel so loved. but then something snapped in me and i decided i prefer to be the bitch, and just ignore the past. the past wasn't just boyfriends anyways, it was family, it was friends. oh yer, the ones that hurt u the most are always the ones u care for the most. and i didnt delete my entire blog site, i just decided i love the title too much, ghost elf in german, why the hell would i give up that coz of the few people who fucked up my life? and because i allow myself to wallow in self pity and such, i also allowed them to continue screwing with me long after some of them are gone, and definitely long after they care.

so here it is, my blog spot stays, and i am trying to make it better because damn, it's hawt.

it's not exactly a fansite btw, *shudders*, while it has a HUGE ayumi thingy at the top, and for now i have linked a never ever.midi file as a looping midi to this site (i HATE midis, when i do bother to get a proper ftp, i will link it to the actual song, which is SO much better...), it is still a site dedicated to me, the crazy thoughts of mine and various things i had like to share.i am not sure i wana pay 5usd a mth for a ftp just for a blog to make it prettier, because this is still just a place i like to talk randomly in. worse come to worse, if it doesnt run well and i run out of fresh songs to fill it up, i am just guna cut the songs. doesn't hurt anyone.

to stop it, just click stop at the top.

someone asked me to post my pict as well just now. i did thought of doing that. then, considering my friends' sanity, i decided against it. i am going to use this blog to say lotsa stuff, in the mean time, people who knows me might not want to be recognised next to this crazy woman... or related to me at any rate in case.. i sound retarded on my blogs. till i find a safe way to post my picts without my friends being considered as insane without their permission too, i will reconsider that notion :D

meanwhile, for the few funny people out there who wana see my 3g ipod, here it is, first with the pink sox i bought for it, then without, in all its white pure goodness :D.


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i love my ipod~








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so saying about imageshack being bad yesterday or so, today its blogspot -.- it suddenly returned a blank page to me resulting in me having to post this twice. anyways, this is the reason why dad didnt want me to own a camera, i take every single picture a man could possibly take, but myself. i just don't like being on the lens end of the camera. at any rate, these pictures are proof that adults love toys too =X

i am sure everyone loves them coz they are so cute and adorable, nothing wrong with that if ur 30, 40 or 50, ceo of the world's richest and most serious organisation but u melt into a puddle if u see them. i mean, geez, toys pwns everything else in this world. :D cheerful little thing.

better yet, soft toys that fit on top of my monitor. for some odd reason i have this bad habit of tossing around while sleeping, it's this thing called dreaming, and it causes them to be lost forever into the oblivion under my bed. so anyways, sadly, i have to chuck some on top of my pc. now this isnt a bad idea coz now i can just grab them and squish them even more :O. Those who have worked with me though under Aviva in the DBS thingy would have remembered the mountain i made outta my cubicle. all those soft toys lol!!! poor whatever his name is, was allergic after that to synthetic fiber =X

and yes, that's a boobsy chinese anime character as my desktop, no i am not a lesbian, although i can pretend to be if u want me to be. i just admire her big eyes and nice hair, want some of those but sadly, honestly, slit eyes suits me ok -.-"

i got a new collection of soft toys recently tho, no thanks to my sweetie.... will take photos of them tomorrow.

oh no, i didn't get back my laptop yet, but i discovered that drivers can be downloaded off websites too =X hrhr, i am silly :P



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so...

it seems like i havent posted in 2 days. these 2 days or so i have been.. trying to study... trying to play games and reading various other articles related to my studies. one thing i have realised though from my readings, is how much the world have changed in these 23 yrs that i have lived.it's really just 23 years though, but can u imagine how short a time frame it is compared to the centuries that we started having recorded history?

some of the similarities that we have are still there, albeit in a different form, but still barbaric in it's approah and ideals. such as "we *#&@! race are the best" due to genocide study, i been a news troll on certain websites, starting with cnn, msn, bbc, what gives. the big names. it is, however, the smaller names that actually provided me with more information, more details about what the hell is going down their in sudan, along with their opinions, relevant studies and websites. i mean, man, this is a society going down there for fuck's sake. and it doesnt even warrant more attention than a market stall giving prince charles organic chutney? how does that work? and people say our society's morals are going to hell. well, here's the reason why. the people giving us information aren't giving us the full information. although, with the technology nowadays, we can't really blame them for it all, however, news reporters are most people's form of "information gathering" source. if we can't even get a simple information on what's happening out there, well, then, our general knowledge on what's happening then, is limited.

and then we got the retarded sort of news. the ones not even worthy of mentioning, the stupid hysteria, wrong focus on the society at large. the organic chutney thing is one example, but it isn't half as crazed as an article focusing around how a private school girl is dating a public school boy. so they didn't fit the social conforms of rich should stay with the rich, smart should stay with the smart. but putting it down as an article in the news. how is that newsworthy? how is that informative? it is, but a person's private life, it is what they choose it to be. is a person's character base on how rich they are, what school they go? technically.. no. everyone has the right and ability to choose how and what they become, so if they are bratty they chose it, nobody forced them to be it. the point is, this is still their private life, nothing to do with the general public. falling in love is a common thing, what's so unusual about it?

instead we have an international community facing a genocide and not doing much about it. knowing that it's occurring and all that's going on in the un is "let's wait and see if they had do anything more then we discuss..." it's been more than a year, good lord. is this going to be another Rwanda? is defining whether it is a genocide going on really going to help, or even important at all? people are DYING there, the government isn't doing anything about it, infact they are AIDING the killers. is there any more information that u need to stop what's happening? instead, everyone rushes to iraq, there's lotsa going on in iraq. and... sudan? sudan.. not important to the world?

i don't know what's going on behind all those "meetings" all those "plannings" that they have, but to be fair to everyone in the world, if u reckon one country needs help, then it should be fair to others that u reach out too when they are needy. people are dying, dead and displaced. they have no homes to call their own, some have lost their families. and many more will die too, when the year rolls around to harvesting period and, there's nothing to harvest and even less to eat.

seems like a case of "if they don't have much to offer us in the future we shall not care."

anyways, been playing rose online a lot more now, hrhr. i kinda miss my l2 friends though, and the rest of the boys. anf cancelled his accounts coz he's restarting school, might not be able to play much till the hols. the others finished with summer school and then had only 1 week break. at the end of the day, none of them logged in much :( i wonder if they even bothered to pay for their account for this month and the next. nate seemed to have quit, said it got boring. well, i wouldn't be surprised. 2 characters 60+ on 2 very different accounts, 0 willingness to pvp, and havent participated much in pvps either. not sure what is he going to do :o for the last 8 mths or so, all he has been doing on his days off were mostly l2. and now o.o seems like there's not going to be l2 for a while.

eddie moved to albury to study in charles stuart uni, therefore he hasnt been able to get online as he has no net as of yet. he has been sms-ing me lotsa questions though, and i do wish he uses orphus more. he asks me questions that could be answered there, or posted there to be answered. i am seriously not in the know how on his class, his stuff, stats everything. i specialise in my healer. that's pretty much it. and somtimes, there are somethings i myself dont even know. games like that, u can spend months playing it and still not know some stuff. me = nub.

my clan is at war with another clan at the moment too. yet, due to my time restrictions, i guess i cant play at the same time as them for now :( the times they start playing i am having classes. by the time i come back i am just too tired to be bothered. i still got readings to attend to as well. what bothered me though, was how 1) people had say I WANT WARRRR and then disappears when clan war really starts, 2)how people had tell me to log on earlier/at a certain time, and are never there when i am there, for 2 hrs or more. or less. i am not trying to bitch about this too much, it is a game after all, but i am there and.. u rnt. and.. u asked me for it. and.. u probably whining about how i dont log on for clan hunts anymore. geez -.-" 3)when they just say something, and nothing comes out of it.

oh wells. i will be able to live with it. but i need a break from l2 i think. all these expectations to lvl to a certain lvl, to be more, and yet not being appreciated for it. no i dont need all that thank you's. it's just, if someone is being thanked, i had think it's fair to thank everyone too, rather than a specific someone. it kinda cuts when people go "oh thank goodness we have so and so..." i mean, it's asif my existence.. isn't there.

i guess healer class isn't easy to play, and we have our own stresses. it's like being a doctor in real life, all these trying to save, saving, helping and shet, and at the end of the day, ur patient walks out, not really remembering u mostly, others probably wont ever come back again, mostly never thanking you and... if anything goes wrong, it's definitely your fault.

because you are THE doctor...
geez.

anyways one of the guys i know, shmo, kinda got me to try out stretching in my room. i mean he was asking why did i stop doing gymnastics and stuff.. and i was going "oh i broke some stuff" and then wondered if i can still do this and do that.

hrhrhrhr... at the end of the day i have 1 pulled butt muscle, a strained thigh muscle and definitely definitely tired body XD~~ it wasn't very long though, just sitting, stretching the creaky bones and muscle. i mean, hey i haven't done this for a while so can't overdo it. but it was cool though, doing stuff that u havent done in a couple of years at least. i need someone to stretch my back for me -.- that was the coolest sound i ever heard, cracking the back. and i feel so oomphhhaaa after all that. the stuff i do though are so unorthodox o.o i swear it can seriously break someone's bones, except i am too pansy for that, so i guess my techniques wont break me but someone else who isn't as pansy as me, hehe.

damn, typing all these makes me wana go stretch all over again. i will probably do that after i cleaned the house alittle tomorrow...

all right time to go to bed :D

good night everyone



3/04/2005

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not sure how this will turn out image shack seems to hate my elf :( ncsoft is already abusing it badly my poor elf is doomed to a life of being maltreated...

oh wells...

anyways just posted so people could see my elf, been busy playing 2 games, tyring to study and etc today, have early classes tomorrow so.. tata!!!



3/03/2005

i started a new game yesterday, it was pretty cute and meant to be something to occupy me when i can't find parties in l2, taking break from studying or just something to last me some minutes which doesnt need as much attention as being a healer in l2. for those interested, l2 is lineage 2, where i am a lvl 63 elven elder, which is basically a healer. the new game is called rose online, where i am ALSO a healer, but not as.. high lvlled :o so not as stressful, besides as a healer in rose on, i personally think i can solo better than those fighters :P

for more info on either games u can look at www.lineage2.com and www.roseon.com for rose online.

they are both fairly different game tho, lineage 2 has a very hardcore aspect to it, hard grinding, pvp is a bitch if people dont react back and then the likelihood of dropping stuff if ur red and so on. but i love the grind, and basically the game and the gamers in it, so i have nothing to complain.

roseon has no pvp to it whatsoever, fairly carebear, and very dressy and cartoony, but because it's so cute and "safe" in that aspect, i guess more people like it for those who dont like pvp.. and goes for looks and such. much like ragnarok, but no pvp... :D

and u get to drive cars!!! have wings and etc etc etc...

anyways, here's a look at my toon from roseon:

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i would have posted pictures of my elf if image shack havent decided not to work. so for now :( my poor elf is guna stay sidelined. she's my pride and joy though, don't get me wrong, one of my favourite characters ever played.

on the cs side, i am getting back into the game, albeit very slowly XD~

^.^ anyways that's all for now while i figure this iq question out. i hate math, and everything about it smells of maths and thus i have no patience after like the 5th question -.-" so sue me, but math isn't a very interesting thing to mule over at 3 am in the morning
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3/02/2005

thought i should share this with everyone
just something beautiful from an anime i love :D

Look for me
'*'Once before, i lost something important to me.
I've been through alot of tough times.
And even now, my heart still hurts from some of them.
Really,really painful things.
Because Ive lost something important...
The pain still remains.But, im still looking for it.
Therefore, im still looking for it.
the one who likes me as i am.
the person only for me.
And.. I found him.
But finding him was the beginning of something more painful.
even if i could do something,
It was painful to be close together.
Seeing that person in pain is painful.
Therefore, i hid from that person.
I disappeared because i love that person,
But still..Not seeing that person is even more painful.
Not being able to see that person again is much,much more painful.
I left him, because love him..
Are you leaving him because you love him?
I'm leaving him because it's for his own happiness..
Even if it will be painful,
and even if my heart will hurt..
i still..want that person.



well now that i have got all that posted, i don't think i could stem this posting of pictures for a while still :D so be wary of this incessant flow of pictures that will come your way, hrhrhr ^.^"

about the apartment, Linx and i happened to find it on the rental section of the newspaper one day. it was privately done, as in, no agent in between us and landlord, which was fine. when we came, after a nice small apartment in the civic which we liked but :( no chance of getting it probably, we totally fell in love with this apartment. it's double ensuite, semi furnished with the more important and expensive stuff, like fridge, washing machin, dryer, and the landlord even included a table for me and lotsa shelves for us. both bedrooms are equally big, although imo, because of my little walkway to my room's door, i do believe mine is slightly bigger..

my room has those checkered bits cause the landlord's sister was an architecture student who kinda have this arty arty side... so she woke up one morning deciding she was bored with her wall and checkered it up. the green boxed section was where she wanted to hang something but it wouldnt stay no matter what she used to stick it on, so she gave up and now it's just a patch of green box o.o

When Meth and Ram walked in the first time, Meth said it made her dizzy o.o so i guess my room is outta bounds to her.

oo ooo oo... and i want to rave about what i did today, that's not image shack. wish i could take a picture of what i cooked o.o but laptop is being sent for repair and i cant remember where i placed my camera's drivers' cd, so i guess it will have to wait.. but it was thai curry chicken!!!! :D so proud of it. haven't cooked properly in ages, now everyday it's like "omg omg what am i guna cook :O" it turned out fairly salty though, but it was XD~~~ droooollll umm yer.... linxy couldn't quite take the taste of the curry XD~~ more sauce for me but i didn't know :( so now the curry is rotting in the cold of the kitchen... but i happen to like salty stuff so lol!! it was awesome :D i LOVEEEE curry and i honestly couldn't start telling you how delighted i was, albeit i didn't make the curry past and it was those pre packaged ones, and all i had to do was add slight tasting ingredients...

i kinda cheated though in cooking this particular one. the label said 3 teaspoon of the paste and 400ml of coconut milk.. i jumped about 4 table spoons to start with, and didnt wait for the chicken to cook before pouring half the coconut milk in hrhr... then they said fresh cut chilli, fish sauce, basil leaves and so on, i dumped in chilli sauce =X i hope linxy didnt realise that LOL...

i DID made a huge mess out of the kitchen though, as per normal i guess. i spilt like 1/10th of the coconut milk onto the hot electric cooking thingy, and they kinda got all cooked onto the stove... plates still arent washed ^.~ and the curry.. is still rotting there. i figured that usually if i cook linxy should wash up coz he offered to the last time, but he didnt this time :( but i don't want the apartment to smell so i guess i really should wash it now hehe...

i love cooking ^.^ i just got this thing against certain kitchens. maybe i am a closet obsessive compulsive disorder brat, (in all honesty i just might have a mild case of it) i can't cook in places that i deem too dirty, deem to... not for me to cook. i just have certain preferences which if not fulfiled i can't bring myself to cook. looking back, i think the last time i really cooked was back in 1997 or something. wow. that's a while. this is not counting the instant noodles that i have cooked since then lol, instant noodles aren't exactly.. food :o it's just like i can't make myself go to the bath room if i don't like the location, or the looks of the toilet -.-" so sue me, i am a brat....

Anyways, last year my md player completely died on me. i was upset :( it was the closest friend i had for like 2 years or more, bought by my then boyfriend, it's pure white, sony limited edition stuff. they don't product it that way anymore. i mean, hey i like the new stuff that they make, but all those futuristic designs with so many techie buttons on top of the player just turns me off.

this was how it looks, thanks to the seller on ebay :)

my old sony md player :(

i still have it at home in singapore, more for memories sake than to think of trying to fix it. it was my trusty friend for many months, and it survived my crazy attempts to record every single lecture i had in my first year, while also burning all my german taped classes into it so i could sleep with it running thru my ears when i sleep, walk to classes and so on. my best friend during long flights to and fro from singapore, thru all the nights i mug thru for my a' lvls, :( i am guna miss you buddy. i could try and fix it, but it had probably cost me more than trying to buy a totally new one. it's perfectly scratchless last i saw too, but it's in the hands of my family now *shudder* meaning anything can happen to it >.> should have brought it back lol! the mic i bought specially for it to record classes is stil with me though T_T

in replacement of that, since i couldn't live without my music at the very least, i went and bought a 15 gig ipod. i didnt have a pc back when i bought my ipod, and it was at a very special student price back then (though honestly i should have hung on and bought ipod mini, but i wasn't an Apple know it all, and didnt know they had a smaller answer to their ever popular ipod, so didnt stick on). it kinda took some getting used to, for i no longer need tapes and such, and it was fairly WEIRD but convenient. but stuff got in the way and i used it less and less. it also had the terrible way of being drained when i dont use it after a certain period of time.

by the end of the year, i have 2 white mp3 players that died on me. first my md player, then my ipod. i was in tears, but exams didn't allow me to dawdle too much on it. by the time i got round to getting down to Apple center, it was time to head back to singapore.

What happened next, honestly, i love Apple for this. I came back, found my receipt and proceeded to head down Apple for it, uncertain if i have to pay humongous amount of fees for repairs despite it under warranty or not. The contract i got for repair tho made my jaw dropped. stated there was "if the said item does not work as according to factory specifications.... it will be replaced with a new set/refurbished set similar to the original." refurbished or not, this is the difference between Apple and the rest. i guess they also don't have much of a choice since the battery in ipods are also inbuilt and if it's ruined there's nothing much u can do for it. but to totally replaced it at their expense... that was beautiful.

and i know my ipod will totally fit that point. it wont be detected, it wont start up, it just refused to do anything one fine morning, so it got replaced, and now i have a beautiful functional mp3 player, i dont think i will ever abandon it again T_T. i know how many people have said it's bad, anti ipod websites have even been setup to warn people about the short lifespan of the ipod players. i have got friends who have used theirs for 2 years though, and it is still fully functional. it is probably no different from other mp3 players, other than the fact it can hold heaps more, and now the new ones can hold pictures too. technology has caught up though and many new companies are offering similar sized mp3 players for cheaper.

but for the service, for the beauty (ok so i am a sucker for white stuff), and just for my relationship with this lifeless music player, i am guna stick by it. i havent even learn how to use the calendar function, nor the contacts function, but i am a loser at certain parts of technology (mainly using SUCH functions) so it's no loss to me.

i am considering getting an ibook too, if i sell my acer laptop. no it's not about vanity, nor about apple itself anymore hehe. although having it all white and pretty is a plus. but finding 12" monitors and light laptop is a tough thing these days. plus my laptop died from over use. i need something that can last long hours and isn't a tonne to carry around campus, espcially coz now i have extemely long lectures T_T and which idiots have chosen to be far far apart from each other. i don't wana buy expensive useless laptops anymore, espcially since i have a pc. but i will see how it goes. after all, this acer piece of shit was a gift from dad and was my faithful access to the rest of the world for quite a while.

sigh, now u guys know why i have so much useless junks in my room, they all represent some form of memory :( because for somethings, memories are all i have.

sighhhhhh being a student ONLY is so pooorrr... people wont hire me coz i have no previous aussie experience :( but then again i am also picky about work -.-"
not really their fault hehe, i won't do some form of work... anyways :) i will live i guess :D



whoever laid my hands on this image shack thing, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wot a wonderous thing, i am going crazy posting the few pictures of what i wana show people :o

so here is my desktop layout too by the way :D just so people can see how kawaiiiiii my pc is (ok well not, it's really just the back ground)

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w00t so image shack works :D probably a tad too small but i dont think u guys need to see what books i own, they are farely much my uni texts anyways... but here goes for those who havent seen my new place yet

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my kawaii doorway to my room~

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this gotta be the best toilet on earth... BOOKSHELVES!!!!

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my holy area of ... studying ^.^""

and now, for the usual random pictures with no human, panda's way of not showing people her face.. yet again >.<~~

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it's not that i don't wana show myself, i mean how many of u guys have already seen me ^.^" hrhr, i am just the type of people who prefers being BEHIND the camera than infront. anyways, this is the path i take to go uni whenever i decide to show of for classes... aren't you jealous?

i am not a concrete jungle type of person. despite staying in apartments and rather liking it, other than that, i do fairly like all the trees and grasses out there.. thus the numerous amount of photos that has nothing T_T not even me, but the sun, the sky and the earth...

so saying i am sure some of u havent quite seen my school, and again.. since u figure out i like trees and plants and whatever... here comes my school taken during the first autumn i spent here, and anywhere on earth really

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that's on the way to the union court... pretty isn't it? such beauty that is captured here, can u imagine the real thing?



trying to comprehend techonology here. hope this works so you guys can have a look at my new place

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3/01/2005

a couple of nights ago i found this blog, i am not going to name for i see that it belongs to someone in pain, and therefore, she should recover as much as she could in this space that she found for her self. what caught me about this blog in particular isn't how extraordinary it is, but how ordinary it is really.

for 4 years and 8 months, she was with this guy whom she called her boyfriend, spent a huge amount of time with, made an effort to be with and to understand. 2 weeks before he was meant to propose to her, he broke off with her.

if you're anything like her, like me, you had be thinking, "wtf!?!?! why??" and because i haven't quite read past the first few pages i can't really tell u the reason he offered her. but from what i have read from her one sided story, they were pretty tight and she, despite her words, despite her harsh harsh screamings, is wounded deep inside because she still loves him so much and yet he has utterly let her down, not by the fact that he dumped her before proposing, but for the fact that he doesn't care as much nor respect her as much as he has put himself forth to be and as she had thought he would be.

the entire first page of her blog was filled with her pain, memories and tears all slashed across. and people might start questioning, it's been like 3 months, why can't she move on or just ignore him and so on? for a start it wasn't a short fling relationship of 3 months, it was a full 4 years and 8 mths, where tears were shared, laughter spilled all across, effort put in, heart on the platter ready to be shattered.

for another, she, like most people i know, put their whole heart and soul into the relationship because she wants it to work, she wants it to be "happily ever after". like my previous blog on children being children, we all from the time of being a child, till the end of our young adult years, we all have a dream. sometimes, it's just "i want to be a policeman", and then u got the girls going "i wana be a princess.."

so many movies, so many shows, so many songs, each one stating an "ever after", which is basically the ideal. who doesn't want to have a person who's their muirn beatha dan, their "soul mate", whom they believe is the one whom God deign for them to spend their lives with? because of this hope, because of this ideal, they put forth their heart into this relationship, so that when they put in 100% they expected to get all they could from the relationship for the one they so love.

but real life isn't so beautiful. when you put in a 100%, you might not get back anything, ur heart might come back all in pieces and for a while you don't know what you're gonna do. you feel alone, detached from this world, stunned that what had just passed did just occurr and you can't do anything about it. no matter how furious you are, no matter how much you weep "never again!" in your heart, you want him back and say everything was a joke, everything was a bad dream and it will all be back the same again.

or you just wish it never happened.

all these though, if it never happened, if it never occurr, would you have tasted the sweet but short lived happiness of that relationship? this "never again", will soon come to pass, and soon you will lay your healed but stronger heart out on the platter again, scarred but not beyond hope, just to find that special someone out there, wouldn't you? :)

i am very naive. and i face each relationship somewhat the same. i start of the relationship scared, sometimes just not trusting. but i end up putting in as much as i could in the relationship, try to make it work, hope for nothing in return except one thing: that he be mine forever and ever and ever. there are some sorrows you can never cure, but they are some joys you can never erase away. both come hand in hand, both teaches you something, while making you remember everything.

because there was happiness thus there was pain. to be able to love someone meant that someone did give you some form of happiness, love, thus you hurt when he's gone. when i had my first boyfriend, though it was only 3 months long, everywhere i go after the relationship was a pain. we went to alot of places together, did alot of things together. when he just up and left me, then i found out he had another girl friend all this time, my world just crushed beneath me.

in my mind, i just sat in this corner and ask why, why why why why... perhaps few can understand why girls cry so much at the end of the relationship, why they have to find out the reasons as to why he left, why they still pine after that "jerk" who ditched them. it's not just girls though, i believe lotsa guys do that too. my answer to all this?

in that time i was going why why why why, i remembered everything we had that was good. and how it was the past. it's never going to happen ever again with him. that 3 months of being with him is soon going to be just with me and me alone. for that 3 months i was part of someone's life and someone was part of my life. those 2 months after he left me, as i walk around, i felt i was missing something, this hole in my life, this emptiness beside me... the pain.. the pain...

it felt as if no one could understand me and i was all alone, drowning out, blocking the entire world out. i was teaching tuition at the time to kids, and it was all i could do to behave normally, to hold on to my wits and last an hour with each kid. but as each class ends, i had think of how he used to wait for me after class... as each tuition starts i had remember how he used to walk me to the kids' homes.

then people had start saying stuff like "why not get urself outta self pity and depression? why not stop listening to those crappy music?" for one, the attention i got from all that weeping comfort me. oh true, it's low down, it's bitchy, trying to use ur sorrow to get attention. at that point in time though, i needed something to hold on to before i lost my sanity. and having friends showing some concern was all that i had. i had no self respect for myself, i didn't had any direction, i was lost as hell and i couldn't find the way out. for some people, blogging is their grip on reality, mine was having friends rally around me as my pillar, while i cry it out and slowly rebuild my own pillar.

and never ever diss my music LOL.... it's my other grip on reality when there is no one around. it brings me to another dimension where i can be hurting but i am healing and i am at ease. at that point in time, my constant flow of music was just emilia's big big world.. i had promise myself daily i wouldn't cry, but the more i heard that song the more i cry. handicapped that way i had cry myself to sleep and then wake and just stumble into another day. my walkman was my best friend...

at the end of the day, i discover that love can be such a 2 edged sword, much as you get beauty and joy out of it, you also get sheer pain and ugliness from it. then why get into relationships if it hurts so much? considering that i have declared myself as a jerk magnet? :D well... sometimes, it's not about receiving that matters so much. To love is to give as much as you can, even till it hurts and u still give some more. it doesn't just apply to one on one relationships, it also applies to the rest of everything that you come in contact with :D that's my opinion anyways. i mean, if one day, the one i love turns into a vegetable, who can't talk, can't think, can't express himself at all to me, am i to just stop loving him? just walk away, leave him for he can't ever feel me anyways? there's no way i can fully express this here, but i can't do it. i can't up and walk away just because the good times are no longer going to happen. It takes 2 hands to clap and for one to be happy anyways, it takes oneself to create that happiness for herself, that's what i believe.

besides, i can't just ditch someone when he needs me the most :)

also, specially from Bette Midler's song, The Rose:

Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

idealistic again but allow me to rant a little X-D... it's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live... how many times have u turned down a chance at love coz you're afraid of getting hurt, and yet you had turned back at some point in time and wonder what if? how many of you have seen people do stuff that you wish you could do, and yet never took the first step of even having a go at it?

we are all basically equal, no one emotionally stronger, no one luckier than the other. life is short, if we don't live it to the fullest, do what we want, be what we want and allow the "who" in us to fully display itself, our life might end tomorrow and we will all be sorrowful for our own lives. that's sadder isn't it? :D

wow look at my blog... it went from trying to talk about my daily coming and goings to totally philosophical, taking apart everything i read >.> sorry lol, but i like to rant too much :D it's good isn't it anyways ? :)

8 a.m and i haven't sleep yet, this is bad LOL... good night ^.^








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