Dad's Birthday

Since someone "pestered" me this morning about updates on my blog (haven't I been updating it? haha), I decided to just PLEASE him and blog about yesterday evening.

It was Dad's birthday yesterday. So it was solely family evening. But because Dad had to visit my family GP to collect his full medical report, we were unable to go for an expensive dinner. Dad suggested having something simple (I wonder if it's because he wanna save money), and since it's his day, we'll just oblige.

Dinner was at Crystal Jade in Parkway. The food wasn't too bad, and I went to buy a cake secretly while the family was waiting for the food. Then when I came back with the cake, Mum said she should have told me earlier not to buy cos Marriot Hotel specially sent down a cake to my house earlier in the day as it's Dad's birthday. Hmm..how come Dad has such benefits?

Despite having 2 cakes, we did not even cut any, and did not even sing any birthday song! Mum felt it wasn't needed and just meant for kids. Since when?! I didn't know that there's an age limit for doing these!

Anyway, on the way home, there was a darn comical conversation going on in Dad's car. It's about Mum going out of point and then the rest of us were like ignoring her. She continued going out of point until we couldn't stand it and had to let her know that she's not talking about the same thing as us. Aiya..sounds complicated huh? But I'm too lazy to type out the details. Was telling Jon about it yesterday and he was luffing his head off..and I was as well when I was telling him about it.

Oh yes oh yes, I've got a new camera!!!!!!!!!

No doubt it was Dad's birthday yesterday, I got a present instead. Erm..nope...he's got a present as well (Guy Laroche shirt). I didn't even pay a single cent for it cos Mum paid..haha..ok..I'm terrible. I shall pay her my share soon since I'm not that financially tight this month.

I have yet to play ard with my cam. It's the Canon Digital Ixus 40. Dad said it's good, so he just bought it. I don't know why he claims that it's good. I didn't bother to really check up on this product too. I just want a cam that can be used. I'm not as fussy as him and Frederick. Mum will be the new owner of my old Fujifilm Finepix 50i.

My new cam's really small and light, and because of this, it looks soooooo vulnerable to damage. But I like it very much. I shall use it to take lots of photos when I go back to UK, especially when I go to Nottingham. :)

I have got a list of have-to-buy written down. Shall continue thinking what else I have to add to the list before I go out next week to buy all of them one shot. I'll have to do spring cleaning of the Study room next week too. *feels busy*

Had a discussion with Mum about my worry on the accomodation in UK next semester. I'll be moving out, and I will have to find a place asap. Hence, the suggestion of moving my return date one day earlier than the changed schedule. I have already moved my date 1 week forward from the original and now I'm still moving it forward!

I really hope I can get back to UK asap to settle the accomodation issue or else I won't have a peace of mind manz. I just hate having worries, cos they can really affect my concentration.

And I can't wait to go to Notts!!!!! Even the "What to do in Notts" list have been typed out!! Hahahaahahha...

Great meet up

For the first time in dunno-how-many-years, I FINALLY got to meet one of my netpals from Indonesia!

She drops by Singapore pretty frequently, but most of the time I'm not in the country, so we haven't really got a chance to see each other before. And I decided that no matter what, I MUST go see her today, even if it's just seeing her off at the airport.

However, due to the recent outbreak resulting in me feeling fugly, I was quite tempted to tell her I can't see her off. Then my conscience pricked me, and I was thinking continuously about how hurt she'll be and what an assholic pal I am (so much for the years of friendship..), so I still made my way there (was feeling damn tired cos it's the time of the month and cos of a late night again).

And to my surprise, she arrived at the airport with a guy...hur hur...scandal time..hahaha. My favourite..just love hearing gossips (especially from XXX...hahaha...Rutland News). I'm such a 8 po, but then again, I'm a girl mahz..which girl doesn't gossip no? If any girl tells me she doesn't, I will.........I willl........I will influence her and make her gossip with me!!!!!!

Ok, so who is THIS guy? He's my primary school classmate, Steven. Isn't this world freaking small?!?!?!?! They're not attached, but I do smell a rat. In my opinion, I think she's better off if she chooses someone else lah..ahhaahah...I'm darn mean huh?

I didn't get to spend a very long time with her, but she was so amazed that I know Steven, and was so eager to find out how we were like when we were classmates (Steve and I were in the same class from P1-4). Guessed how he described me?

"She's a very very petite girl with a ponytail, and always crying cos people bully her. I got sent to the principal office once cos of her...just because she was blind and tripped over a stone and got injured"

WAH LIEW..SINCE WHEN?!?!?!?!? I didn't know I was such a pain in the ass. I always thought I was nice, even though I was childish (probably still am..), but I do know I don't get along well with most guys...apart from those I had crazy crushes on. And you know what?! Steven managed to guess all my crushes!!!!! Hahaha...John Sim, Marcus Lok, Terence Tay (yup, one of the actors in 'Living with Lydia')

And then, he went to tell Stella about some "scandals" about me in Primary school..goodness.

Anyway, I hope to see her again soon.

Sigh...it's end of January now...Feb's gonna be such an exciting month..I didn't expect it to be so. Let's see what I'll be up to *takes out my cute Hello Kitty Datebook*

1. Brow trimming (woohoo..time to look chio..but blast those pimples manz..)

2. Pedicure (hehehe...Mum's treat since she said I'm leaving soon)

3. CNY (quite sianz..but it'll be nice having Dad with the family)

4. Frederick's Bday (wah liew..what to buy for this yandao brother of mine...any suggestions?)

5. V Day

6. Return to UK!!!!

A day I'll remember

I'm very happy..really... :)

Everything's simple, but I am extremely touched. Thanks for everything YOU have done for me. Thanks for lighting up my life.

*still smiling*

Very inspired and motivated

Yes, I feel happy, inspired and very motivated about learning anything recently. And I have indeed learnt a lot. I cant actually describe how happy I feel when I find out answers to the questions I have regarding anything.

I have to thank my friend again for telling me many things whenever we're chatting. It's just SO interesting just listening to him explaining things to me and answering any queries I've got (if he knows about the topic). He's able to do it in such a way there was absolutely no way I can say I disagree. It made perfect logical sense, and I'm feeling really lucky knowing him! :)

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Mum had been busy spring cleaning the Study and storeroom yesterday. Among the piles of mess, she found a book titled "Murder is my Business" written in memory of the late Professor Chao Tzee Cheng. I do not know much about this person. All I knew was that he died in his sleep, and he's a well known forensic pathologist in Singapore.

Thinking I might be able to learn new medical knowledge from the book, I decided to read it. Oh, by the way, in case you guys don't know, I have a keen interest in forensic medicine.

Perhaps some of you might think alike as my Mum, thinking that it's not a job for girls, and it doesnt sound pleasant at all. People might just shun me like as if I'm a ghost, and might start thinking twice about shaking/holding hands with me cos it's a pair of hands handling dead bodies. But I think these are not the issues worth pondering over for a long time, it's what I want to achieve should I do forensic medicine one day. That's the important thing that will give the essential drive.

Reading this book has in fact spurred me on about Medicine, and making me admire Forensic Pathology more. If only someone could see the big smile on my face while I was reading the book, I bet he/she will be curious about how this book can make me smile this much, and might even want to read a chapter from it.

And if being inspired isn't enough, let me tell you that I was so excited the whole of yesterday and today to tell my friend the cases I've read. "Why him?", you might ask. Cos he's someone who shows a keen interest in knowing more things, and he's seem to be very excited if I were to tell him about interesting things I have read or learnt. I feel a sense of satisfaction sharing my excitement over issues with someone who is interested.

Today, I read another chapter, and I love this part very much...

"Forensic pathologists must be independent and not be influenced by seemingly obvious evidence which the police and public are known to believe. This is essential because, with a conclusion already in mind, a forensic pathologist can easily find evidence to back that conclusion. On the other hand, if there is no pre-judging, the forensic pathologist might piece together a fully unexpected picture, and be able to back it up without any doubts."

Can you disagree more to this? I definitely can't. And although literally it sounds easy, it's definitely not easy because we humans tend to come up with our own conclusion for the story without realising it. Don't get what I mean? Well, put some thought into it. You'll understand why. I actually sat on my arm chair thinking about it for a few minutes.

Oh yes, I MUST share something with you that I totally agree with when my friend told me this:

"The Law IS fair. What is stated is almost 99% fair at least. But it's the lawyers that alter this degree of justice with their capability in the Court."

I was initially discussing with him about a murder case I read, and we started talking about whether the law is just. My claim was that it's not, and he disagreed, giving me his opinion which I can not disagree with in all ways.

Lalalalala...

I've been really very very very happy these few days. I'm very grateful to my friend for all that. It's been a such a long time since I have been laughing so hard till I feel as if my abs muscles are gonna ache the next day, and having very long conversations with. :)

I haven't such a great time for months and I'm really hope I'll stay this happy or even happier (actually I'm contented with being this happy already).

I'm pleased to find a bright and shiny sparkling star in the dark.

My friend doesnt know I've got a blog, but nevertheless, I shall say 'Thank you' to this person. Thank you very much. Thank you for the cute self-drawn pictures as well :)

Birdy thoughts..

I'm feeling lazy cos it's a public holiday. But I'm sure I'm gonna feel extremely guilty if I don't do a bit of revision, so I'm trying to get myself motivated.

Then I started finding other things to do, like clearing my arm chair (it's got piles of stuffs on it) and then staring blankly out of my window. A mynah is happily modelling outside my window, perhaps not knowing that I can see it. It's then suddenly I thought of this:

How do birds recognise each other when they seem to have the same face?

I'm sure people will tell me it's through sound. There's no denial that it's a fact, but I'm still amused. Humans recognise their friends and loved ones by their face, but birds by sound.

I went on pondering about how birds fall in love. Looks? I don't think so. I think all birds of the same species have got the same faces, so if it's based on their birdy face, it seems illogical (unless a talking bird can tell me there's a difference but humans cannot differentiate). How about voice? That will make sense yah? So if you're a bird blessed with a fantastic voice, it means you're a chiobu or yandao in the bird community? Hmm...

My wandering mind then came up with more silly questions..

How do birds get married?
Do birds go to school?

and..

How do birds know if their mate sleeping in the nest is the correct one? Are there birdy scandals then? It'll be quite sad if the bird mated with another which they don't love and don't realise it's the wrong person (oopps..it's bird), isn't it? And how will their darling feel about it?

I'm full of crap today manz... Can't stand myself..

Geylang Geylang

I always find it interesting to go to Geylang, because there are loads of lights around and of course, nice food. I love colourful things..and I love city lights..

But it'll be weird if I tell someone "HEY, LET'S GO TO GEYLANG!" and look super duper keen about it, cos people might just think I'm mad (geylang's like a whore town mahz). I love the Hokkien Mee, and of course durians, so since there r loads of Durian stalls along the roads there, isn't it where I should go to feast on it?

The only thing I dislike about Geylang is the up-to-no-good stares from cheeky uncles and Mang Ka Lis. Just wear something that exposes a bit of flesh, and you can practically see them drooling all over the table. It makes me really sick, so I told myself I shall NOT wear anything like that if I ever go to Geylang. And if you're alone, they might just mistake you for being a whore.

However, there's something else that's quite disturbing whenever I go there now. It's the number of whores u find along the streets. When I was younger, I never saw any of those girls standing by the streets (except in 'those' Lorongs), trying to get business, but now, they are everywhere!!!!

Call me sua ku, but I'm always giggling when I see the hotel rates from the big banners hung outside the hotels. For example, you can book a room for $10 for 1 hr, or $15 for 2 hours. I have no idea why I giggle. I just find it funny for no reason.

I wonder if anyone noticed that there r quite a number of temples in Geylang. And I wonder if anyone wonders how come there are temples built next to whore houses, when temples are actually meant to be sacred places. Imagine you being a deity, and then in the house beside where u r, are people having sex continuously. Goodness...disgusting right? I find it quite a joke.

Hmm..don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to imply that I despise whores. I don't, in fact. No doubt it isn't a decent job, but I think they still deserve some respect. They must have reasons for going into such a line. And I think whores deserve more respect from me than those who sleep around for the fun of it. The former does it for money, what about the latter then?

TO HELL WITH RESTRICTIONS LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's my cousin's wedding today. For those who know me very well, you probably know that I'm the eldest among all my cousins on my paternal side and since I'm only 22, how can my cousin get married if he/she isn't older than me (unless it's shot gun lah..or she's fortunate enuff to find a rich ass to marry..wateva..)?

Well, it's my one of my real cousin's wedding. 'Real' cos Dad was adopted, and this cousin of mine is rightfully Dad's niece. My grandpa is originally Dad's uncle, and for some reason (till today, Dad doesn't fully know why either) he got adopted when he was still an infant. I guess my real late Grandpa wanted to tell Dad the reason before he breathed his last, but somehow, he passed away before Dad got to see him for the last time. I'm sure Grandpa knows the reason and so does all my Grandaunts, but they never told Dad about it. They didn't want to talk about it. Dad just told me briefly what he knew from his real siblings, and it wasn't nice. Perhaps, that's why my elders never wanted to talk about it.

There's a lot of family politics in a big family of mine. I can't understand why either, but this made me really unhappy since primary school. I have to watch every move I make, everything I say, anything I do. It's tiring, but I had to tolerate all that cos of my parents.

Anyway, back to the main topic.

I got quite pissed off today because of the wedding dinner. Because Grandaunt would be going, Mum wanted me to abide to her list of 'Don't's, and for the first time, I had so many restrictions...all for ONE dinner!

As Grandaunt's a conservative person, Mum said I can't wear any revealing dresses to the dinner, meaning no plunging necklines, no tubes, no barebacks..just anything that reveals too much flesh anywhere. So I decided to borrow one of Mum's long dress, cos it's comfy and definitely not revealing. Then Mum wanted me to look simple, so I only bought these....

Earrings...

And a necklace (ignore my strand of hair)..

Just as I think those are simple enough, Mum warned me about my hair. "Fine", I thought,"I shall NOT do anything to it. I'm not gonna get anyone to tie it up for me, and I'm NOT gonna even tie it myself. SIMPLE enough."

Then, during lunch, she came up with something else again. Make up this time. She told me not to put too much (like as if I put the whole cake on my face all the time..), and went on about 'young girls like me who do not have all the major problems for the skin should not put make up', and suggested that I just dab a teeny weeny bit of powder, a bit of mascara..no eyeshadow...nothing! It made me quite pissed because I don't put on heavy make up, and just because Grandaunt will be present, I have to have so many restrictions to everything. I didn't hide what I thought from Mum, and told her that I'm being very nice enough by wearing a very conservative dress, buying plain accessories, not tying my hair..and I think it's fair for her to stop adding more 'No's to her silly list. That got me a big scolding from her.

Mum wanted to go to the salon to style her hair (didn't she say SIMPLE? why is she going to the salon then?), and asked me to go along with her cos she wanted the hairdresser to blow my hair nicely.

As for make up, I didn't wanna go in looking like I'm gonna sing some chinese opera, so I had very little on my face.

This was the final look (click on the pics for clearer view...that's IF u wanna magnify the fugly face).

Please excuse the messy corner..I'll clear it up when CNY's draws nearer..heez..

Do I look SIMPLE enough? I can't think of how much more simpler I can ever get...*rolls eyes*

And while I was looking like that, Mum was all dressed up. WTH! Even my brother commented that she's all dressed up while asking the rest of the family to be as simple as possible. And anyone would have expected her answer in the bu-gan-yuan tone. "I'm very dressed up?!?!?!? I don't think so..." Of course, no one bothered to continue with the topic about her being ALL dressed up or else we'll have an extremely unpleasant time on the way to the hotel.

Oh yes, for those with quite sharp eyes, I did cut my hair, dyed and coloured it a week ago.

Just when I thought I am finally spared from the restrictions Mum had set, I realised I was very VERY WRONG!!!!

My family sat at the same table as Grandaunt. My real cousins (all the girls) and I looked alike. My real aunts and uncles have been talking about it since the 1st day they met me, and they did comment about it before Grandaunt once during Great Granny's funeral. Grandaunt didn't like it. She insisted that we do not look alike, and was not pleased at all when I interacted with my real cousins. Don't ask me why, cos I have absolutely no idea. Because of that, I had to watch my behaviour at the dinner. I couldn't interact too much (it's ok since I'm quite shy today), think thrice when I wanted to say anything (had to make sure I do not mention about my real cousins at all, similarity in looks, etc), and even had to watch the way I eat! TOTALLY CRAZY!!!!

Mum gave me the 'don't let me slap u' look whenever I said anything. And if I were to help myself to more food, she gave me the 'look' again (cos she didn't want Grandaunt to think I'm some hungry ghost). Then my snobbish Grandaunt and uncle was commenting non stop about how terrible every dish was (what's the big deal if they're filthy rich?!). Everything that went on at my table pissed me a lot, and hence, I wasn't in the mood to talk and was feeling super sianz the whole evening (no one was talking to me anyway..it probably will piss Grandaunt if my real cousins came over to talk more to me).

A tiny box containing 2 pieces of chocolates was the gift for tonight's dinner. What's wrong with taking it? Since there are 4 people in my family, it's not wrong for us to each take one isn't it? Mum (wanting to keep the family's 'non-gor kui' image again) took 2 boxes, and I didn't know, so I took 2 more (making it a total of four). She was unhappy about it. I think this is ridiculous. Even taking chocolates is wrong?! I couldn't care less when she gave me the 'look'. I shall insist on my way this time round. Hmpf~!

I didn't enjoy myself at all tonight. Such a torturing dinner. The only consolation I got was a few short chat sessions with 2 of my real cousins and watching the slides at the dinner. Apart from that, it was terrible. If it weren't because I wanted to see my real cousins again, I wouldn't have gone to the dinner but stay at home to watch korean drama or revise the cardiovascular system.

And and AND...I SHALL DRESS THE WAY I LIKE IT, MAKE MY HAIR THE WAY I LIKE IT, ORDER THE DISHES FOR THE WEDDING DINNER THE WAY I LIKE IT IF I EVER GET MARRIED ONE DAY! I think for the past 22 years (and still counting), I have been facing all kinds of stupid, unreasonable restrictions..and I don't think I will want to entertain anymore of those nonsense during my wedding (if any lah..). It's MY wedding.

Things tt seem 2 real 2 be true aren't at all...

I was worried I would suffer another night of insomnia last night. Fortunately, I didn't. But I can't say I slept very well, despite not waking up totally throughout my sleep. I had a dream...(or was it a nightmare..?)

I dreamt of someone again, but in the weirdest and most impossible situation. I can remember exactly what it was all about. It was so real, and how I felt was exactly the same as how it was before. I was worried, putting in all my effort to make sure he's alright. My heart went into a big mess when I heard that he wasn't fine in my dream. I saw him in a room, through a door opening but he didn't notice me at all. I stood there and looked at him. I saw him struggling with his studies, sensed his pain..I felt them all from within me. I was so near, yet so far. It was painful on my side, cos I was right there praying for his pain to ease soon, wanting to tell him that 'No matter how far apart we are, I will be there". I was desperate to do anything, but my fear that he wouldn't want me near him, all I did was to hold myself back and just watch from afar. I cried in my dream because I could not help, and I couldn't even share it. Even the simplest thing like going a step closer to him, I couldn't do it. At the moment, I really wished I wasn't human at all, but an invisible individual with special abilities, just so that I can go through that door, be right in front of him, and use wateva special abilities I had to ease his pain and sorrows.

I wanted to take a longer look at him. But my stupid alarm clock ruined everything by going off. I got up from my dream then, and feeling extremely lost when I opened my eyes. On one hand, it was a relief to me that it was all a dream. On the other, I wish it wasn't..so at least I can have a chance to tell him things (that's IF I ever got daring to just barge in to make my presence known).

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Back to reality now.

There's this concrete structure at the side of the entrance of the lane which I'm living in. That place means something to me. It's where I go to to meet bf/friends who wanna meet me at my place, but not going into my house. It's a great place because my parents won't be able to see who I'm meeting by peeping out of the balcony too. It's also where I go to when I need to sit down and pour my heart out before going into the house, so that my parents won't know.

No one actually meet friends there, except me. And somehow, if I ever see anyone waiting for someone there, I tend to get very curious, and wonder if that person's someone I know.

For the past dunno how many months, everytime I was near that place, I will try to see if there was anyone, but there never was.

This evening, there was someone. Someone wearing a white OCS singlet. My eyes widened for a while, and I could feel my heart beat faster. Then when that person turned round..I realised it wasn't someone I know. It's my neighbour's bf. I got very disappointed instantly. (I should have expected it cos I'm quite sure he doesn't remember where I live....maybe not even my contact number. He got these wrong even when we're together..so it'll be a miracle if he can remember anything now)

I don't know why I got excited and panicky when I saw someone there. I shouldn't have. What was I thinking...? And this is ruining my mood at the moment.

I'll try to sleep over it and hopefully be able to smile at myself again in the morning.

It's 2005 now. A new yr. And since it's a new year..there must be a brand new start isn't it? I shall remind myself about this every now and then.

(Someone once said, "When you lose something, you'll be blessed with something else to replace it.." What is that 'something else'? If I could turn time back, I won't want to lose anything. I don't want anything new to replace it because I was very satisfied with what I had...no regrets at all.)

P.S.: I was contemplating if I should blog this down, and decided I shall go ahead since it's MY blog..for my inner thoughts. When I am much older one day..perhaps..this entry will remind me how silly I was, and let me see how much I've grown up over the years..(hopefully, I do grow up lah)

Make up & Movies

Went for a make up workshop this morning held by Maybelline. Quite interesting. I sorta know those stuffs which they taught me by reading books and other sources, but what I enjoyed most was watching the make up artist giving the others a mini makeover. I think they looked really pretty.

It's supposed to be a hands on session, but because I'm too lazy to actually experiment and find the right tone for myself from the Maybelline Wonder Finish Foundation range, I just went to the make up artist and asked her which tone would suit me best. Then after she taught everyone how to put on eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick, I got even lazier. Ok, one reason was because the colours placed in front of us were too limited, and because I was worried I will go out looking extremely terrible, I decided to go by the lazy method...and that's to get her to do it for me. Then again, I kinda regretted..cos I'm supposed to be there to learn! Oh well, nvm...there are other chances for me to play around with my face I'm sure...

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FINALLY....I watched a movie today....after not watching any for like...can't remember how long. Realised that I'm missing out so much...oh dear.

I don't actually go nuts about watching movies, hence, I haven't been taking much notice about what's available..but I do know that I'm gonna watch the Won Bin movie (My Brother) when it's out. I wonder if Huishan's gonna watch it....

I really REALLY got to apologise to Clayton for making him wait 1 hr and 45 minutes for me cos I was late today. Not my fault actually...I was stuck at the workshop, but nevertheless, I'm feeling guilty. Thank goodness he didn't scold me or give me the black face....

Went to Lips Cafe for lunch. The Fish & Chips was quite good. It was served with tartar sauce. I used to think tartar sauce's quite nice, and will usually dip my fish into it, but when I had the sauce placed before me today, I didn't touch it at all and I actually felt as if I will never ever touch tartar sauce again, for some weird reason I can't understand. My heart was smiling when I looked at that small bowl of tartar sauce though. Memories.... =)

My friend and I then went to catch 'Love So Divine' at Cineleisure. I wanted to watch this movie cos it's got Kwon Sang Woo...lol. I think Clayton got quite disgusted at me gleeing away like an idiot, going 'Hehehehe' and touching Sang Woo's face on the poster. I admit I was being a little screw loose when I did that. Gosh, I wonder what's gonna happen if it was actually Won Bin or Takuya Kimura on that poster. Eeks...hehehehehehehehe =D

By the way, I think I was being quite kind to Clayton too..cos at least he got to see Ha Ji Won, which he claims to be quite cute. PLUS cos most of the people watching that movie are girls...I think he's got loads of opportunities to scan around for a hot, sexy babe. However, he said he didn't get to see any cos it's too dark inside (awww...wat a waste...but there'll always be a next time..no worries..).

The movie was ok lah. Romantic comedy. There was a part whereby it was quite touching, and I was blinking a lot, because I didn't want my tears to roll. The OST was nice too. The slow sort which I love..

Sigh... =) It was such a simple day, but I do feel very contented...and I'm pleased with myself for being so today..

Worth reading indeed

Received a very interesting, yet funny (the last bit) forwarded email from a long-time-no-see pal, Belle aka Shu Hui.

I'm gonna share it with others here on my blog. :) Enjoy! (My stupid thoughts are in blue..I'm being lame)

"One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried pitifully for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quietened down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

(Yah yah....I don't hate people easily lah. Should go buy 4D if I can ever tell u that 'I hate you'. But then again, some ppl really love to piss ur ass off till u hate them so much tt u wanna slap them front back left right up down and shoot them off to Pluto. How ah? Very hard to 4give such morons leh...)

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

(Really? Will try... But what if it happens? The above only said MOST never happen..doesn't mean ALL will not happen mahz..no?)

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less

NOW --------

Enough of that crap . The donkey later came back and bit the shit out of the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected, and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.

(Hahahahaha....)

MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.

(Sheesh...hahahaha...)

School

Everyone around me's either back at school, or back at work. And somehow, once again, I feel quite left out (when I should be feeling lucky no?), cos I'm still having my gap year and am supposed to enjoy it. Gonna end soon though.

Been missing the days of going to school these few days. Hence, I've been surfing around, looking at my uni's webby, and webbies of other universities abroad, hoping to motivate myself further and make me wanna resume studies more. I was being silly..yeah..that's me..I do stupid things often..

Those difficult days will be back again for sure, but at least..I'll be doing something, and my mind will be kept busy. It'll be good for me in a way, I think and hope.

But as I was surfing around my Friendster homepage, and came across familiar faces..people I've got to know in UK, my mind went into a mess for a moment. I knew what was going in my mind. I felt lost for a while.

Suddenly, I don't know if things will turn out better, or worse. I'm afraid of going back to the place I know I don't feel belonged at all, yet at the same time, it's the only route left for me, the only place I can go to to start my life all over again..at least for now. It's difficult to describe exactly how I feel at the moment.

What it'll be like when I go back is something I still don't know. But I do know that I will have to rely on no one but myself this time round. A phone call to someone I felt comfy enuff to pour everything out was all I had to do before, to take my fears and tension away from me. But it's gonna be different this time. Totally different. I won't know who else to turn to when I feel stressed and upset there.

I see the great need to be more independent than ever. I hope....I'll be able to achieve it. I don't think my situation really gives me a choice now isn't it?

Am I suay or what?

Sometimes, people whom you hope not to see..just appears before you no matter how hard you're trying to avoid them..

It happened yesterday, it happened today. Ok lah, I wasn't actually avoiding cos I didn't see a need to do so (Mum was the only one who was trying to avoid).

Because my Mum has been very unsatisfied with the hairstylists she goes to all the time, you tend to see her at different salons. It's only recently she decided to stick by Quest in Raffles City. Before then, there was a period of time she went to Supercuts in Parkway, and her hair was under the care of this guy called Alan. Oh manz, he's good looking. Tall, handsome, nice hair etc. Mum thinks it's a pity that he's married (why the hell is she pitying him for being married manz..).

Anyway, we were at Parkway yesterday cos Mummy wanted to go shopping for CNY. Sometimes, it's good to be kiasu ya know? She's worried she can't get any dresses when CNY is coming, so she's trying to stock up clothes asap. We got so sianz in Parkway that we were blindly going to every level, and soon, she wanted to go to the toilet. We were at the level where Supercuts is. That salon's on the right side of the escalator, while the toilet's on the left side. Mum, trying her utmost to avoid bumping into Alan, told me not to walk near Supercuts.

THEN....just as she was walking to the toilet..Alan was on his way out from the same passageway to the salon. I didn't want to accompany Mum into the Ladies, so I went to take a seat outside instead. It was then I heard their voices. I was shocked and trying very hard to control my laughter outside.

When Alan came out of the passageway and saw me, we had a short chat, and he went back to his salon. I continued waiting for Mum and when she got out from the toilet, she had that "how come I'm so suay..." look...hahahaha. I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and she knew exactly what I was laughing madly about because she couldn't control her laughter as well.

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I'm wondering who watched "Huan Le Dian Feng" last night on Channel 8. If you did, you probably caught the very famous Steven Lim (the Orchard Road eyebrow plucker) on TV, scaring the poor judges to tears, and driving Mark Lee so mad that he just walked off and refuse to continue hosting. I was laughing so much when I saw how insane Steven got on TV. And he actually stripped in the show! Goodness gracious. I personally don't think his figure is attractive, and I have absolutely no idea why he loves exposing himself.

I heard that he lurks around Orchard Road for some reason I'm not sure of, but from the way he behaves, I don't think it's a pleasant experience to actually meet him in person.

Just when I thought I'm lucky enough to not bump into such an insane person in Orchard, I actually did...TODAY!

And that insane person's none other than Steven Lim himself (manz..pls save me..)

I was happily walking outside Tangs when I saw Steven Lim. I was trying hard to stay away. He looked as if he's gonna spring onto some stranger, and I definitely don't wish to be THAT stranger. Then, just when I was trying to siam, I realised that Steven's target's me! OH DEAR! He did a "WAH LAH!!! Here's Me!!!!!" jump...erm...the one with the arms widely spread out like as if you're gonna hug an old friend u've not seen for decades, with a very very widely opened mouth.

I freaked out. I wasn't the least interested in what he wants (most likely wanna pluck my thick bushy brows). All I wanted to do is get away from him as far as possible.

Steven: Hello, can I have minute? Can you speak english?
Michelle: *eyes wide open in a shocked expression, vigorously shaking my head and hands in the "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" manner*

Damn..I should have just faked as some innocent Japanese (I had Jap books in my hand, so even if I don't look like one, I can probably just lie my way through?) and go "Wakarimasen...wakarimasen". Anyway, I didn't do that. Too shocked.

Oh boy, I hope to not see him ever again manz. I was so worried he'll just suddenly strip himself in Orchard today...yikes...*shivers*