I bought this ticket......and I was just 55 tickets away from S$10k... My little hamster babies...8 babies this time but 1 died...

I watched pirates of the caribbean on wednesday night..nice movie..highly recommended..Captain jack sparrow was never never hilarious..I laughed till I fall back on my seat..woot~ wahaha..

I am injured..below my left eye got one red mark and my nose kena blue black also..I was in a fight?!..no no..I hit myself accidentally while playing with a stick..results of being playful..hmmm..lucky today the marks disappeared except my nose still blue black..muhehe..

Hey peeps, I am back!

So sorry for not replying qiaoyi’s msges and aga’s oso. Its just that my phone wasn’t with me. I was away. Not so soon but hopefully next next dinner I can join in.heh heh:P

Sunday’s Queensway trip I didn’t manage to go too coz I really wasn’t feeling well. Sick, you know? On the way of recovering. But I did went Queensway the week before and bought a pair of converse shoes at 40% staff discount. Save me a lot. Anyone want anything from converse, everlast and another brand I forgot, can tell me the item serial number. I can get discount for you guys.

AND…life is so boring. When you have work, you don’t feel like working. When you have nothing to do, you feel like working. My work is ending this week. Gonna be jobless again.

Gtg rest le. Shall blog another time. Byebye. smilex:)

Long time since i blog. Its time i revived it. Juz feel like blogging tonite. I dunno why. Dun ask me why. Sometimes i juz hate it when pple ask me why.

Sometimes its not because i dun wan to explain, its juz that pple dun understand coz they have never been through wad i have been through these few years and till now it hasn't end. pple who are the closest to you are actually the ones that hurt you the most. I am not refering to my the other half. Its pple who have known you since you were born.

Sometimes i think of ways to get out of it, but that isn't important. Running away from reality doesn't solve the problem totally. Tml have to work again. loads of documents waiting for me to settle. sianz. Today juz not in the right mood. illness and got pissed off by pple who are in the wrong and never admits it.

`I am lost without You`

The first time in my life I did teaching...taught chinese...the student's standard were like so shitty...it was this primary school and the kids love to run around...somemore in the class...den i have some kids who will come up to me and complain that who scold bad word and later complain again that who point middle finger as if its a very bad thing to do. well....its quite normal for us but it looks like something that will cause them to get punished.I juz told the student not to learn the bad things...i dun think i want to punish them..haha..I am still jobless anyway...hmmmm...waiting for agency to help me find in the meanwhile do some relief teaching...its $65 per day which I taught for 9 periods which is 4.5hours only...so one hour is $10++...so shuang...the school juz behind my house only, can save transport fee oso...I left house and reached at 7.30am den i can go home at around 1pm...wad a happy day...hope more teachers from the school sick den i can teach and earn more...wahahaha...very evil thought of mine....

I was so bored at home so i decided to test my own IQ:

The result wasn't that bad....i think i quite clever siax...juz no luck especially when its comes to job hunting...maybe i am fated to be a taitai...hohoho :D

I was god damn pissed off right after chem paper today and it happened right in the school canteen...spoiled my mood for the rest of the day!!!!!

some pple who are juz born to be failures tend to blame it on others.what's more is that they appear to be gentlemanly on the outside but on the inside, its juz directly the opposite. I swear such pple should juz go and bang their heads on the wall and die if they can't accept failure and have to blame others. what crap to spoil my day juz like that!!!

A' levels is over for me. Its gonna be history and precious memories in my JC life shall stay forever. To browse through my studying process....

It all started with this unavailable square table in my bedroom......top left hand corner is Physics, top right hand corner is GP, bottom left hand corner are the pass year papers, bottom right hand corner is Chemistry, at the centre is Maths....the rest are just the overflowing of the notes and some undone hmwk before prelims.....I took quite sometime before prelims to decide which corner to put which subject coz I was afraid the table would topple over...and then right at the front is a photo with my PW group members.....

In order to understand food chemistry, I cooked dinner thrice before A's....... the 1st dinner... 2nd dinner...didn't take photo of the third coz it was a big black pot of chicken with carrots and potato and a plate of cabbage....I cooked them by myself..surprised???...I actually know how to cook...hmmm... Next is to understand Physics, and how terminal velocity is achieved...I was so bored that I decided to find a new studying spot at home...and it was this kitchen table above..I was lying on it studying and I fell asleep. On waking up, I couldn't remember where I was and I turned my body ending up experiencing projectile motion and then flat on the floor. Ouch...pain one k? Actually it wasn't the first time, last year during promos I fell once from this table already....Ehem~ -_-"

And to learn Maths....I drew all types of diagrams to understand it...below is my nickname...heh~heh.

Vectors which I still don't understand till now...but who cares...its over:P Stats....that's an irony....remember: never believe what I say... And last but not least of coz...maths makes me mad..in other words crazy....too much crap in my Maths notes...therefore I am not giving it to any juniors...and I don't think anyone wants them too... Finally...after studying for 18-3=15 years (coz I started kindergarten at 4), I am spared!!!!!

Liberty+Equality=Fraternity

you do not need to be a good writer in order to read and understand a story,
neither do you need to know how to draw to be able to appreciate a painting...
and of course you do not need to be loved to fall in love.

:)

Spooky it says...the drink wasn't spooky at all....but the nite was with all the haze around me... my mid-autumn festival nite at one of my favourite hangout spot was fun...burn 12 lanterns at the end of it....shall see the 'burnt lanterns' pictures next time...hohoho...:P

My 18th birthday presents....all so lovely....:)

A birthday card from my brother&girlfriend these are the messages from my dear vballers...guess who wrote which one?? these are from agatha...a shirt, memo holder cum paper weight and titbits... this is from char&cher...it is now beautifully on display in my kitchen... some other things from char&cher...penguin that comes with the above water dispenser, cute slippers with a monster face that I assume it looks like me coz its cute and char's fav brand, KAPPA socks...haha. This is from captain Isabella...she actually chose a husky unknowningly and I love that dog..a moo~moo~ mini slipper hanging on my bag now..nail polish which i have decided to use the purple one first and of coz this cute little baby keychain which I shall make it Fangy's brand coz its all over my papers and books for these 2 years of college life... AHha....this is from qiaoyi aka octopussie...shall use this bag soon...can't wait to free myself from the exams and enjoy...maybe I shall bring it to school this week??... this doggy is from sharon aka siti...the biscuits which I have finished and the monster sweets that turn my mouth upside down with different colours... ohhhh....and this is from my poor yenling who was sick on my birthday...didn't get to treat her...shall bring her to lunch one day...I simply love the figurines on the calender..shall use it to count down my days to exam..and of coz this hippo with such cute skirt that keeps reminding me that I am 18 this year.. This is my sweet little baby bed and the baby is of coz me...this package and card appeared on my "kiddo" bed on 1st October...I tot it was children's day present only to realise that I am 18 already when I open the card... coz there was this BIG BIG 18 on the card....and the wierdest dog I have ever seen with such a huge head and a tiny body....

Haha...that's the end of my presents....wonderful, lovely, memorable....how I wish I can stay at 18 forever...

My Birthday with my Family I was toying with my cake....can you see that bowl of noodles?? That noodles was sweet, it was prepared my my mother... Smiling from ear to ear...that was wad they say... Close view at my yummy birthday cake... Cake with candles???...It rounded up to 18.. Cake with lighted candles!!! They sang Birthday song and treated me like an alien.... Me blowing out the candles and only my dog didn't treat me like an alien...Actually, it was eyeing my yummy birthday cake... My brother bullied me...the cake had my saliva... My slice of cake!! Huge, isn't it???

And I was treated to the International Buffet at TM on Sunday..Gaining weight siax..Haha...that's all folks...shall update my presents next time....

Seriously, my room is in a big mess...Presents on the floor and my table is full of notes which I am not going to bother to pack until A's is over and I shall dump them away!!:)

I failed my GP once again..Haa...expected...

My Birthday Outing with the VballersLooking at the giraffes in above, it is understood that we went Giraffe to eat. I don't really know where's that place except that it is opposite PS :) Hmmm...they look so satisfied after ordering their food coz the menu was so limited..haha. While waiting for the food, the presents were opened...I love the presents alot!!:P That's me with my dinner(Laksa something something, 4got the name)... After dinner, we took a group photo...hehex.. We went TCC after dinner, and that's my Birthday Slice!!Yummy one! My Wish...cannot say...sHHhhhh... Let's have a nearer look at the yummy slice again..

We chat at the TCC for a few hours...some nice secrets and some not very nice secrets to be told...bad bad...they bully me...

My wonderful Birthday with my dear dear girls....Are you jealous??? LOLX~~

This is my first birthday present this year. It was from my classmate Linda. Indeed, a very early birthday present because I received it during the study break, it was received on 29/8/06, one month earlier. It was some GP notes and markers' report...a very heartwarming birthday present, like it alot anyways.Thanks Linda!! I dun think she reads my blog anyway. Haha..:)

I got back all my results except for GP. It was like shit. I did so badly. All the marks are like half half one. Now, I hope that I can pass my GP. However, I most probably would have failed badly already. Therefore, this is called fat hope.-=>notice the GP essay structure?!? 0_o"

我要一架大大的飞机

What kind of plane suits me...

a cartoon plane...

fighter plane... air bomber... F-16... or a passenger plane???

I was teasing Isabella about wanting a big big aeroplane and she ask me why...nth to reply...so I said duno...haha..actually I wanted a plane for......hmmm...cannot tell...haha 0_o"

Hey, friends out dere...

before you sleep...listen to this story first....

The Room

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like.

"I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.."

It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

"It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents."

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.

The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Philippians 4:13

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3: 16

Good nite, dear friends and especially vballers.....good luck for the prelims!!! Hang on, and Jiayou!! It will be over soon...

5..... 4.... 3... 2.. 1.

I was too bored while studying...

'No Play No Gain' by Fangy, 8/9/06

And now...I am back to studying...

I am so tired...

dead finally...R.I.P....

Everybody, Happy Studying~!!