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Last few days of 07…

Monday, January 7th, 2008

- I watched a movie, I am Legend, on 28-Dec-07, FOC with Dad and Mum. The folks think its a rubbish movie, i enjoyed it (maybe coz it was free? hahaha) though i didn’t understand why he had to die by sacrificing himself. Someone told me that if he didn’t die, then he won’t be a legend. But he will die eventually of old age rite?? Then he will still be a legend! Idiot.

- I went to attend a Fish concert, on 29-Dec-07, with EASH. It was my first concert after 5 yrs (last i attended was Ah Mei’s 2002 concert, yea, it was really that long ago), and even though Fish has a nice voice and nice songs, she doesn’t have the stage presence like Ah Mei. Guess i would have to wait for her next concert then. EASH wanted to go to the concert to see the special guest, who was Ah Xin from Mayday, rather than go for Fish. What rubbish. Idiot.

- Maria Sharapova Live! Back at the Indoor Stadium on 30-Dec-07, this time round with my Dad who had free tickets to the exhibition match. Well, as usual, when its free, the seats are shatty, right at the top of the Indoor Stadium, where Maria was sooo tiny. But i can’t complain since its free right? Was very one-sided in the first game, and i think SGreans are kinda un-sophisticated. Someone shouted: Go Maria! then the other end of the stadium would shout back: Go Anna! I felt so paiseh can…what if Maria and Anna think that we are a bunch of LC idiots?? Idiots!!

My Mom is a psychic

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

I think it was only 1 or 2 days after i noticed from friendster that my ex is now attached when she suddenly out of the blue asked me whether i still keep in contact with her and whether she’s now attached. I was driving and i almost lost it man!

Its either that or i talk in my sleep…..

Tata, back 22 days later!

Saturday, September 1st, 2007

=)

Blaaack Sheep Die Hard 4.0

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

Blaaack Sheep @ 10.40am is good!

Upon entering a room where someone was killed, Experience (ang moh lead actress) went: “OMG, the fengshui in here is terrible!”

Hahahaha!! That totally cracked me up!! Then there was the scene where they killed all the diseased sheep by using the sheep’s fart to blow everything up! Damm lame and corny, but i like!! Can’t believe that i watched it with my mom! haha!!

Die Hard @ 3.40 is omfg gooooddd! Graphics was overdone abit (the collapsing bridge, the F-35 which flew between the highways), how John McClane never seems to stop moving despite all the injuries amazes me, BUT it still rocks!! I hafn’t seen such an exciting action movie since god-knows-when. Maybe i should just stick to main stream and lay off on the art house flicks.

I am so dead….

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

I accidentally erased my dad’s handphone contact list whilst trying to transfer over the numbers from the phone to the SIM card…….. arghhhh….. Stupid motorola phones!!!

My Mug

Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

Nono, i am not posting up pictures of my face… Cup you know? 

Usually when i am at home, i don’t drink water from a cup. Instead, i would take the kettle and drink directly from the sprout without touching the sprout. Now this pisses my mum off coz she feels that by drinking this way, i am not drinking enough water.

Nonetheless, i still drink the same way, coz 1) its faster than going to the kitchen to grab a cup, 2) don’t have to wash the cup (see, i help to save water & my mum’s effort in washing a cup, dunno why she’s still mad at me for helping her cut down on work!), 3)drinking from the sprout is a test of hand-eye-mouth coordination, so i want to see if i am still up to it!

Presenting my mug! 

It was being sold together with 2 packs of biscuit so i picked it up during shopping at NTUC after breakfast today. Funny thing is, my mum also picked up the same thing when i met her, except that the colour she chose was blue! I just adore the purple colour mug and also the ”dulan” face of the character!

From now on, no more drinking from the kettle! =) 

Qing Ming Festival

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

Its Qing Ming time again, so off we went to pay our respects to Grandpa at Lim Chu Kang together with our relatives. Turnout this year is quite good, with almost all the aunts (except for 4th aunt who could not make it) coming. Did the usual praying, burning of hell money, and dividing the food.

Went to Kovan area subsequently to pay our respects to Grandma, who converted not long before she passed away. I think its quite sad that they are separated? =|   Quite senseless la…that’s why i dunch like religion, blah….

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Had breakfast at Hougang subsequently, and again i was sadden when i saw young couples having breakfast on a Sunday morning. Whenever i see these kind of scenes, i always think “hey, i could have been in that scenario….”

Isn’t it nice to have someone to look forward to seeing when you reach your own home after working hard for the day?

Isn’t it nice to wake up on a lazy saturday or sunday and go to the hawker centre or Mac to have breakfast together with your loved one?

I think i really yearn to settle down, but there isn’t anyone to settle down with, ha…

Mum’s the word…

Friday, December 1st, 2006

I think i have serious communication problems with my mum. Either that or i am at my rebelious phase of my life (which is supposed to be during one’s teenage years rite? But i am at my quarter life crisis already)….

She is so not supportive of what ever things that i do. Be it archery last time ( “Why do you have to stay under the sun for so long? see, your skin is so dark! later get skin cancer!”  ”Won a competition? got win money or not? medal where got use?” ) till now ( “Why have to work so late?! your hair is dropping, you are going bald.”  ”Why do you have to run/train so much? are you planning to win the marathon?” )

Why can’t she be supportive of anything that i do?? As i grow older, and i begin to think for myself, the more i resent her and her thinking. I think i was brought up devoid of feelings, or maybe its just me who has no feelings. Did i miss her when she went to China? Nope. What’s wrong with me?