Friday, December 01, 2006
I took every opportunity to be more academically active and stumbled uppon a project with the defence department of australia (DSTO) at the beginning of this yr. Worked my way through in conjuction with my final yr which is -- hell on earth. Thanks to the support from my family and especially my gf who is pretty patient with me...I managed to pull thru.
Almost a yr had passed since I took up the project...now I'm graduating thinking that I can have a long deserved break with my family and frenz...and it hit me...
2 days ago, I was brought in for an interview by my supervisor...he gave me the opportunity to get a phD...however, the requirement is to start right away @.@...
All my holiday plans...gone...
Monday, September 25, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
I'm not a fan of Barney and I dun watch his shows *ahem* ... it's a gay show for a 21 y-o man to watch...
However, I must say the theme song is rather catchy... once it goes into ur head...it stays there forever...
Barney is prolly up to some evil plans to brainwash the kids...beware~!!
Nice isn't it...that's the 1st phase of the plan...
Now, none has seen this coming up...(WARNING! 18SG - CONTAIN COURSE LANGUAGE)
Call the media filter department~
NOTE : This post is entirely fictional...except for the 1st 2 lines which are true...well..mebbe the 1st line...coz i do watch Barney (sadly) ...
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
After peeking at the content...being the normal and lazy me...I decided to keep the newspaper wrapping only...n threw away the other 2...
BANG! wrong move...
I went home...happily carrying that package around...went up the bus...and the horror starts...
Being me...personally i hate ppl staring at me...prolly inferiority complex (they stare at for 2 reasons; either u r something wrong, or u have something wrong on u)...
The moment i got up the bus...everyone....i repeat...EVERYONE stares at me *EXCLAMATION MARK*
My 1st thought = Did i freed my willy and forgot to close the kopi thiam????
Too embarrasing to look at ur own...erm...thang rite?...so..decided to go with the flow (stare out the window, act as if nothing's wrong)
5 min later...i realised...could it be...that they thought i'm holding a homemade C4 explosive trying to sabotage the very foundation of human transport taking down countless souls??
I may look freaky...but i'm not k...
then some uncle in his 60s actually....ASKED me if it was an explosive of some kind...
I was somehow feeling relieved...that they were not staring at other side of my world *cough*
Although...before i managed to fully answer his Qs on the content of the package...i got off the bus since i reached my destination
Moral of this real story
dun ever go in a bus with a newspaper wrapped up package...unless u seek plenty of attention...or else...
Who knows...I might single handedly revolutionised the security system of the public transport..
"personnel suspected of possesing explosives in the bus will be prosecuted"
haha...or something like that
Do i look like a terrorist?...seriously...i dun even look like peeps from terrorist country...abit chinese n hindhu mebbe..xD
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
3rd week of Badminton competition...and I still haven't won any games. I dun know why my coach put me in state lvl anyway...I'm waaaaaaaaaaay amateur than any1 else playing...but tonite's match was good...almost there...almost...
Abit dissapointed in myself...but if that's the fact...then I shall train harder...muahaha...
Ignore those...juz muttering to myself...I'm an emo kid...hardcore emo kid
All the while...I've been doing things coz I HAD to....it's a MUST to do this and that...
but for the freaking 21 yrs of my life...finally I see the light (better late than never)...this time...I WANTed to do something for myself without being asked of...I wanted to get good marks...I wanna beat the top seeders for baddy...and more importantly I wanna change my attitude towards life...
My dad once said "If u wanted to BE something big, then start by forging ur attitude"...that's the source of inspiration...
and prolly from Russel Peters as well "Be a man...do the right thing....be a man"..haha...he's a nutcase comedian...
I hope I'm up to it for this semester..my last sem for my degree course...4 subjects+1 honours project+ phD research+ underwater robot design could turn my last 5 months into living hell...
Hoho..time to buckle up n tackle them 1 by 1...and hopefully I won't graduate in pieces...xD
24 hours is really not enough for me...how I wish I dun have to sleep... o.O ...
This time shortage affects my relationship as well...I really appreaciate my gf...she's really understanding...
and for that....I prawmeese I won't be cheeky k??
hopefully..1 day...I'll do something big...
Monday, July 24, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
but...no...I need to drive home after the party....DANG~!!!...now it's like putting cryptonite inside superman's undies...
Anyway I did managed to grab one or 2 drinks *grin*...
Well...nono...it's not alcohol..those are...erm...sprites and chinese tea
I felt abit bad after greedily snatched those alcohols from the tab...so...i decided to go for some smaller ones *evil grin*
I think they call this tequila shots or something...i call it Lil' Cowpiss with Lime
If i'm not mistaken...u have to pour salt on ur hand...lick them up...scull the shots...and squeeze the lime at ur frens' eyes if they haven't finish theirs...that's wat the lemons are for...
kidding..u suck the lemon
Anyway...here's some pics of that nite...
Pretty crowded eh...yeah...go WInston Bar...
The Bern of the Ball...pun intended...he's the bday boy..Bernard...
to be continued...dunno y i can't post anymore pics...grr....
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
You know...I've always wanted to train up my badminton skills...now I have got the chance...sounds great rite?
well...mebbe not that great...
Feels inferior to get trashed big time...it's my first time going into a competition...and man...I got annihilated in Doubles 2 Doubles 3 and Singles 4 ... but atleast I've hold my stand (almost won the singles...but tension goes way up the chart) ... hoho...
The feeling is exactly like those time performing on stage for the INTI college ball...damn scary...damn exciting...and damn sweaty...xD
Never thought baddy can be so fun...better than drinking Hoegaarden...total bliss...euphoric...orgasmic~
The 3 Musketeers (Hoegaarden)
The only thing I can remember is...my mind kept telling me...Dun Give Up~!!...not yet...not until the fat mama sings...
and guess wat...fat mama does sing...
One cool Granny
Weird...weird weird world...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Life is pretty hectic even after exams, alot to read and alot more to learn. Suddenly realised that life is so short, and I dun have enough time to achieve my goals (becomign some1 famous?)
First thing first...get a good result for my exams. This task is definitely not easy...let alone getting a scholarship for my postgrad. o.O ...fantastic...
I'm Turning into a GEEK
Seriously, I used to play alot of computer games...and now...I'm reading Quantum Physics~!!...o.O thanx to my bro. xD
Not his fault actually, I kinda like QM (quantum mechanics)...at the least i think it's related to our nature, feng shui, and even the unexplained (ie Black hole, bermuda triangle)...Whoah...jzu the dosage I need to kill my curiosity.
Some interesting stuff i found out http://www.phobe.com/s_cat/s_cat.html <--check this 1 out...cool concept
I saw some enormous DOG today...
That lady is prolly about 180cm tall, and that dog...that dog...wow...big duffus...he'll prolly eat me for breakfast if I ever stepped on his tail...
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I'm not good at it...and it's prolly by chance I got in...still...feels got to get acknowledged...but dunno how far I'll go with my 3-kaki-cat-kungfu (canto translation).
Now atleast I'm progressing one step at a time towards my goal. Harsh training is coming this way...hope I'll last xD
For now, back to 'dating' with my BOOKs...2 consecutive exams on this thursday...crap!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
*KM mumbling to himself*
not a good time to have world cup..such a torture...damn...anyway...i'll be done with exams before semi-final starts...hoho...not too bad...grab a few beers n crash at some1's place might b a good idea...
Anyway...lately I've been quite frustrated with my lecturer...who dun admit his stupidity...xD
he made alot of mistakes in his lecture notes n his marking sux...he cut off more marks than he shud be...here's how the conversation goes between me n him
km: sir, i believe there's a mistake in my marks
Mr B: *grab the paper..din even look at it.* ...no mistakes...
km: erm...but there's a part u cut off more marks than u shud
Mr B: that's how i mark everyone...
km: o.O *wtf* ...but i juz did it the way u taught us in the lecture...*i pull out his notes n showed him*
Mr B: hmm...*reading at his own notes trying to understand it...for 10 minutes...*
*i wonder if he really understands his own notes...*
Mr B: yeah you are right...well..i'll juz have to CHANGE the notes then...
*not even a thanx to pt out his mistakes..*
km: but my marks?...
Mr B: it stays the same...end of discussion
*he's prolly too freakin lazy to switch on his computer n change it*
normally i wouldn't have this petty quarrel over 2% marks...but coz he cancelled all the tutorials n take the whole internal marks based on the assignments...each mark weights alot...i din get good marks for those...coz of his "si suah lai" marking...damn him...i'm unlucky as well...
but ultimately, i'm stubborn, wanna jaga my pride as well lar...bloody hell..mark wrongly still wanna shoo me off...hate that guy...seriously...as lazy as a pig...i guess he really hates me...coz i went into his office almost every 2 weeks to tell him wat's wrong with his notes...man...damn idiotic...
argh...surrounded my imbecile lecturers...makes my uni life interesting..haha
well...back to studies...
Monday, June 05, 2006
their song..."second chance"
This my frenz...is Frequency Cannon...the band that outperformed others in Blastoff...
blurcase: whoa...i know ur good..but din know u made it that big back there..
kuachee: nolar...not that big
well done fcannon..well done....await the release ur albums...
Thursday, May 25, 2006
That puddle of shit looking thing over there...yeah..the middle one...is the fluid...
Left shows..before the fluid is activated...and right shows after...
The MRF is behaves exactly like a cup of coffee. However, if there's a magnetic field applied through the fluid, it'll harden up (activated) in less than 10 nano seconds...
What's the use u ask?...
This fluid acts as a damper in the next generation cars (Ferrari is using that now)...to dampens out vibration by regulating magnetic field below the suspension...cool eh
The military uses this technology to make bullet proof vests...
NASA uses that for their space stations...
Nike and Reebok is looking forward in this direction...making some SmartShoe out of it...
What's with my project?
My team is currently researching on ways to implement this into any high rise building to dampens out earthquakes or tremors. Hopefully by the end of this year we show some results xD. Tough project with limited resources but fun i guess.
Wish me luck~ That concludes Part 1 of MRF
(PS: if anyone happened to be interested...hire me...hahaha)
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
*OFFICE ARITHMETIC *
Smart boss + smart employee = profit
Smart boss + dumb employee = production
Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion
Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.
*GENERAL EQUATIONS *
A woman worries about the future until she gets a
A man never worries about the future until he gets
A successful man is one who makes more money
than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a
To be happy with a man, you must understand him
a lot and love him a little.
To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot
and not try to understand
her at all.
Married men live longer than single men, but
married men are a lot more
willing to die.
*PROPENSITY TO CHANGE *
A woman marries a man expecting he will change,
but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't
change, but she does.
*DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE *
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of
a new argument.
*HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU
ABOUT GETTING MARRIED*
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and
cackling, telling me, "You're next."
They stopped after I started doing the same thing
to them at funerals.
Monday, May 15, 2006
The China Astor, or chrysanthemum indicum, is a symbol of happiness and a life of ease. It is representative of autumn in the symbolism of the four seasons, along with wild plum (winter), peony (spring), and lotus (summer).
The chrysanthemum, also known as the mum, is a flowering perennial plant of the genus Chrysanthemum in the daisy family (Asteraceae).
*In OZ...the flower is meant for mum...or mothers day...
*In M'sia...the flower is used for sembahyang...
*In my dictionary...the flower is used to make tea...
Anyway..mum's still touched...i guess...coz i nv gave her flowers during mothers day b4...muahaha...
Though....5 minutes later...she took up her scissors to snip off the poor flowers' roots...putting them beside the altar(for sembahyang purposes)...XD
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
What is the truest definition ofGlobalization?
Princess Diana's death.
An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel,driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling) followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.
This is sent to you using Bill Gate's American technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.
....That, my friends, is Globalization
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Having Dial up now just makes you wanna stop blogging coz:
a) It takes too damn long to upload pics
b) There's a high chance they fail to load
c) Both (a) and (b)
And some of their Cookoo friends~ (lazy to load the rest..took me friggin 30 min to load these)
Here's some recap on Engie Pubbrawl 06'
And The Cookoos~
Hmm...took me 2 days to upload all these photos...crazy...
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
It all started when KM rushed to the Wedding Ceremony after dropping by at Yumi's place to post for a few photo shots coz it's the 1st time I wore my formal suit( mebbe the 2nd time)...it was kinda odd tho...for a guy to walk in so overdressed XD...thinking how nice it'll be if Yumi were to tagged along...
Reached there juz in time and noticed....
The Wed Car was awesome BMW Z class...woo hoo...nice nice...with 2 teddy bears strangled in front of the bumper...how cute...rite?...poor teddies...
In order to go in...we have to pass thru some "ang pow" screening routine...where according to chinese customs...one has to give ang pow instead of prezzies to the newly weds...XD...the fun part is...since i dun have any wedding ang pows (those with the chinese word "Xi"), I used my New Year Ang Pow (with the word "Fu" written on the front cover) instead.
Managed to get thru tho...
The place was quite awesome...think bout 20+ tables...I was directed to table 16 i think..can't remember much...but yeah...I tot it'll be some ah mah's or ah ee's table...but to find out that there's a bunch of psychos juz like me hanging there...XD...can't remember all of their names except Joanne and Adrian tho haha...but i think we r the loudest table around...
The ceremony starts..yada yada yada...then we feast on those chinese main course meals...was awesome...
Take note of this....Aussies DUN do our traditional YUM SENG STYLE....as in the crowd suck in as much oxygen as they could and start screaming YUUUUUUUUUUUUMM SENNNNGGGGG~!! culture...the longer u can drag...the merrier...
so as usual...our table beh syok d...coz of the lack of "noise" in that hall...
in a few moments when the newly weds and the family came around for some picture taking session...we gathered around....singing "yum seng" to them...i think our whole table went cookoo coz of me, Adrian and another guy...XD...but who cares....heaps fun
to our amazement...unknowingly..we started the yum seng trend...i think all chinese do have some KiaSu syndrome implanted somewhere...haha...but i must say...no matter how hard the uncles and aunties tried...they can't beat our record in holding our breathe....haha...never...
Tze Ling and Bang had a tough time coping with our cookooness...as they have to hold their breathe for so long juz to say yumm seng.........on every table right after ours...HAHAHA....yes....25 of them....25 friggin tables...thanx to us~!
Overall...the food was good....the entertainment was...erm...not bad (considering some ah mah sang some supa dupa old old old song...freaking the OZs out)...the newly weds were a match made in heaven (but can c their panda eyes lar...must be very tiring)...n I had loads of fun
*will upload some photos once i got it*
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, whatdo you see?""Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked,"What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ... boiling water.? Each reacted differently. The carrot wentin strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, afterbeing subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior,but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot,an egg or a coffee bean?"Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst , you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
The happiest of people don't necessarily have thebest of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes alongtheir way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
> in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out
> of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then
> plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
> > This was the scene of ten years ago.
> > The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,
> I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
> steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a
> civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
> at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
> > Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
> more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
> > Dew came into my life.
> > It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
> behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was
> the apartment I bought for her.
> > Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
> words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
> said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
> Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
> wife. But I couldn t help doing so.
> > I moved Dew s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
> O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was > unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
> moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used > to be something impossible to me.
> > However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
> how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,
> she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was
> sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched
> TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew s
> body. This was the means of my entertainment.
> > One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
> will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
> Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from
> her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was > serious.
> > When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the
> staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide > something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She
> gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
> > Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
> together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
> > When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something
> to tell you, I said.
> > She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
> Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
> what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
> > She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
> softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
> answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
> me, you are not a man!
> > At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
> wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
> give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
> > With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
> that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
> glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.
> The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger
> one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
> > Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
> to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
> divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
> > A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her
> writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I
> found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
> > She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me,
> but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in
> the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was
> simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she
> didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.
> > She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do
> you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
> This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.
> I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she
> continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
> arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you
> must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
> > I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished
> to end her marriage with a romantic form.
> > I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
> thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
> the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made
> me feel uncomfortable.
> > My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was
> explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when
> I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son > clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought > me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the > door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes > and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, > feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to > wait for bus, I drove to office. > > On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my > chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. > I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a > long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine > wrinkles on her face. > > On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being > demolished. Be careful when you pass there. > > On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were > still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The > visualization of Dew became vaguer. > > On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, > where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. > I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. > > I didn t tell Dew about this. > > I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me > stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. > > She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried > quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my > dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was > because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because > I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. > Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to > touch her head. > > Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said. > To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential > part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him > tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at > the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, > through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck > softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our > wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. > > On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. > Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me > in your arms until we are old. > > I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life > was lack of such intimacy. > > I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid > any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew > opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m > serious. > > She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no > fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can > only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring > probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because > we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I > carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to > hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. > > Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed > the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the > office. > > When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my > wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the > greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out every > morning until we are old. > --------------------------------------------------------
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Kuan, your body's telling you to Relax
Whoa, Nelly. Chill out. Relax, don't do it. No matter how you say it, it sounds like taking a break could do your body good. While we applaud your drive and initiative, taking it easy could be just what the doctor ordered. Getting away from it all, eating healthy, staying hydrated, and treating your body right by getting antioxidants are part of that prescription.A hard-working and motivated person like you knows what you want and isn't afraid to go after it. You're sure to go far in life, just don't forget to stop and smell the roses every once in a while. You'll be glad you did!
HAHAHAHA..relax eh...i tot i'm quite laid back here already
BlackYour color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.
hoho...quite true...mebbe..who knows *smirk*...try it out...
What's Your True Color?
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Idiotic is an adjective which is used to describe the universal inferiority.
Universal inferiority is when one is inferior to another at a point in the space-time continuum.
Being Idiotic means being inferior only at that particular point in space-time, not all the time.
It is not always bad, in fact it is a GREAT THING to realise when oneself is idiotic.
In other words,
Being idiotic is being humble.
It explains that people are imperfect.
Because there is always a time when one is inferior to another.
Therefore there is always room for improvement.
It is this constant strive to learn and improve that makes life interesting.
If we were all perfect, what more is there to do? What reason is there to live?
For if we were all perfect, we would not die, hence life would bare no meaning.
Acknowledging that oneself is idiotic is acknowledging one is human, and hence alive.
Once this has been achieved, life will be a much greater experience.
Therefore, don't you think being an idiot is the greatest thing in life???
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
You scored as The Amazing Spider-Man. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, Peter Parker was transformed from a nerdy high school student into New York's greatest hero. Peter enjoys the thrill of being a super hero, but he struggles with the burdens of leading a double life. He hopes someday to win the heart of his true love Mary Jane, the woman he's loved since before he even liked girls. Right now, he just wants to make it through college and pay his bills.
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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Hahaha...i'm a Spidey...and close to being THE ONE....lol....laughed my head off...luckily i din get LARA CROFT~!...anyway...next up i'll prolly put up my office space photos...if my IR is working...back to work back to work~
Monday, January 02, 2006
First we went into the fast lane to swim our pants off...it's pretty fun tho...but i think most of the time i'm juz floating at the pool something like a buoy
Then we headed for the Sauna...Dry Sauna room (they have a wet ones...which is the Steamroom)...According to the notice board...you have to go Sauna>Spa>Steamroom for some hydro-therapeutic benefits of some sort.
So, Spa we go...for you info...spa is a super hot room...where they get to cook u alive...no kidding...it's bout 90 degrees in there...yeap...90 degrees...
Ofcoz these are some photos from the web where they seem to enjoy the place...but the place in the Adelaide Aquatic in a totally different case...u'll actually witness how's chicken being cooked in a pressure cooker...(you being the chicken...haha)....well..mebbe over-exagerated...but u'll get the point...
Then we headed for Sauna and spa and finally off for lunch in the central market...it's fun...i'll prolly go back for another dip soon~