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Been posting so much in facebook I think my friends are getting tired of seeing me... So I am back in blogspot!

my friend's new job.

omg, i just visited my own blog after like half a year....
I cant rmb bitching about my friend boosting abt his new job half a year ago.

Maybe I will come and visit my blog every now and then. it would track every single phase of my life. how my life attitudes had changed over the years.

Today, I shall record that my friend is going to get married in London. She might not be coming back to singapore anymore. I will surely miss her.

All the times we spent together in JC skipping PE and feeding ourselves with fattening milkshakes and western food at LIPs cafe, which used to be at cine and has now collapsed replaced by some stupid tanning studio. I had always looked upon her as someone who is sensitive to her friends dishes out wise advices.

I wish her all the best with all my heart.

Graduation

A few days ago, my friend started at his new job.
He sms-ed me about his first day at work (which I am almost 100% sure that another 50 of his friends would have received the same message)

Slightly irritated at first because his first day of work has got nothing to do with me except we could ask him for a treat and he would no longer be that poor student which he claims to be.

However, he made me thought about how i felt when I got my first job.
1) I am going to be the brightest, shining, shimmering star in the entire company
2) I am going for overseas assignments and is going to see the world through my new job
3) When this company is facing a crisis, I will be the keyperson to save it
4) I can tell my friends and relatives how wonderful my job is, proudly.
5) I can be a manager in 5 years

I had nearly forgotten about all those emotions when i got my first job. Although I left it in less than a year, I learnt many things from it.

I wish my friend a wonderful and fruitful career.
And never to forget the hopes and ambitions that he had at the first day of work through all the ups and downs in his career.

granny stories

I love talking to grannies. they have the most interesting stories.

I was sitting in the MRT one day and this granny sat beside me.
I was on the phone and noticed her kept glancing over to my side. At first I thought she was irritated by my volume so I spoke softer.

However, as soon as I put down my phone, she looked so happy that now she have someone to talk to and she turned over to talk to me.

she told me 2 stories:

there was this time when she was queuing up to topup her EZ link card. She heard someone from the back of the queue telling her that her 10 dollars had droppped onto the floor. so she looked down on the floor for her 10 dollars.

she caught the little boy who was queuing directly behind her bend down and pick up a 10 dollar note on the ground.

"boy, thats my 10 dollars, can u give it back to granny?'
'no, its mine.'

the mum came in and said "yes, i gave him that 10 dollars"

th granny did not want to argue over this and so she just took another 10 dollars out of her wallet greatly disappointed by how the child was raised.

story no. 2

this is another story about a ten dollars note.

granny was sitting in a coffeeshop in geylang and was also holding a 10 dollar note in her hands waiting to pay for her food.
suddenly, a little boy came over and snatched the 10 dollars away.

granny is over 80 and could not run after him so she let him go.

the next time that granny went back to the coffee shop again, she met that little boy.
she went over to him and said

"hey, last time u snatched my 10 dollars from me"
little boy was terrified.
"sorry sorry auntie. sorry, I have no money to eat so I have to snatch from you."
granny checked the boy out. the boy was wearing a primary school uniformwhich looks like it has not been washed for ages and his shoes and bag are all worn out.
seeing the sorry state that the little boy is in, she took out another $2 dollars for him.

"next time when u need money, ask for it, don't be a robber. otherwise if they catch you to police then it will be troublesome. "

she handed the 2 dollars to the little boy.
to her surprise, the little boy rejected her offer.
"auntie, the 10 dollars that I took from you last time, I still have $1.50 left. "
and he ran away.

It has been almost a week that the little boy snatched to 10 dollars from granny and he still has $1.50 left. if that 10 dollars was in my pocket, I would have spent it in half a day.

at that time, I felt ashamed of myself that I do not cherishhow lucky I am. That little boy does not even know if he will have enough money for the next meal and here I am indulging myself with all the shopping and restuarants without sparing a thought for those who are less fortunate.

The second boy also did the same mistake as the first but was brave to admit his mistake. the first boy simply took the 10 dollars out of greed while the second one was because he really needs it.

both stories reflected each other so well, I wondered if granny made it up.
Haha, if she had, she is a great story teller.
I hope to knock into her the next time I take the train again and listen to her interesting stories.

just feel like posting

just had an unfulfiling blog reading session of 1min at xiaxue's blog, which i find interesting and informative but serious lack of depth. all i see is a childish girl who is lost and does not know what to do with her life. her blog is full of adverts and her complaining about her fellow bloggers.

well, i hope she does not google her own name and land on my blog, otherwise she will have to write a lawyer's letter to me saying that I have in some way defamed her. anyway, her blog has taught me how to just write a letter to say that i admit to saying those things and I am not sorry then take the trouble to post the lawyer letter up on my blog.

those pple that does not read her blog, just ignore what I have just said. Anyways, a month or 2 later when I come back to read my own posts I will not be able to understand my own posts.

which was what happened to me. I read my last few posts which are posted at least half a year ago and was not even reminded that I was the one who had typed them out word by word.

How forgetful humans are.

this blog suddenly just felt so foreign to me.
as if I am just a passerby posting a comment here.

the dance floor

bravo to those aunties and uncles who took the courage to take part in the competition.
they have shown us how fun Singaporeans can be.
who knows that the uncle selling chicken rice in your neighborhood could be tossing and dancing with his wife at home?
i like their spirit.

what i did not like was the national dancer who took part in the competition.
you already national dancer already wat... y still take part in a dancing competition...
quite shameless....

and i like girls out loud too.
in the past i used to think xiaxue is actually pretty boring
almost every other blog entry of hers would be defending herself against some people free enough to scold her in her blog.
however, i think she make a better host than any other trained hosts...
most other hosts in mediacorp makes me yawn...eg wang jian fu....

the issue about me unable to graduate because i am short of one module has been resolved.
but some crappy module that i have to take in the end.
einstein world of quatum weirdness...wateva shit....
relativity suxs....
who cares about relativity if we cannot even travel near the speed of light....?
i dont really understand what they are tokking about....

graduate or not?

just discovered that i bidded one module less.
I need one more module to graduate.
otherwise i will have to study one more sem in NUS before i can graduate. :(

Now appealing.
hope everything turns out fine.....
all i want is a lousy engineering degree....is it that hard....

singapore dreaming

This is a poignant, yet darkly humorous story about a typical Singaporean family coming to grips with their aspirations. It weaves a layered and moving tale about a family dealing with loss, ambition and the search for what really matters in life.

Why do i sound so pretentious suddenly, y do i sound like my dear friend Dylan. in my words, it would have translated to: hmm....cant translate...nvm, tts not the point, i cant write a stupid comment on the movie cos in din watch it!! I cant even rephrase this passage copied from yahoo!movies cos i do not know wats it is abt!

How can i miss this great movie and yet have watched me, you and dupree and john tucker must die? I am ashamed.....

I so much want to cry inside the cinema like i did for the i not stupid....but i did not, cos i did not get to watch it :( and its not screening anymore.....

why does it always happen to me?

why does it always happen to me?
lab tech asks me: do you do housework at home?
the expression he gives me makes me feel obliged to say
"NO! MY PRETTY LITTLE HANDS CANNOT TOUCH A LITTLE SPECK OF DUST AND NO, I DO NOT DO HOUSE WORK, NOT AT ALL!! DO YOU EVEN NEED TO ASK?"

Argghh...this isnt the first time people ask mi this question. People here refers to old uncles who expect their wives to wipe every little inch of their house sparkling clean and cook restuarant class dishes. They are no doubt MCPs who think that women are born to be their maids.

Do i have the i-do-not-do-housework written all over my face?
truth is: okay, i SELDOM do house work. but is seldom ok, not do not...
what is his F***ing problem if i do not do housework anyway....i am so irritated...

oh, by the way,
haha....i won "the departed" tics!!
i shld be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky
my bf was so excited (shh...but i think he never won anything in his life b4..haha)
not until i tell him that it is only valid for mon-wed and does not open till 26th oct.
maybe i am not so lucky lucky lucky lucky anymore.
but its so hard to login to mtvasia.com but i managed to login and even won a prize...not bad lar!