I am back!
I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling now. I lack sleep. But what we call feeling high has been with me until now. Okay okay, before I start mumbling incoherently and publish all sorts of grammatical, spelling and other errors, well, to start with, p5 kids are hard to handle. On top of that, p5 pampered kids are hard to handle. Listen to them complain about all sorts of things, from mud to wetness to messy to hungry to whatever-springs-to-their-mind.
Damn, I still feel like sleeping.
This job as a camp instructor is something really refreshing, it is a welcoming break away from the dreary job at HSBC previously. You've got to give it your all, invest all your energy levels in it, no matter how little you have rested, you've got to reach out to the students, everything. I spend my time running from my group of children, to the management on top, reporting, attending, reporting, attending..
My room is starting to slant down towards the right.
The highs of this job, is that you have to enjoy what you are doing. Which is the main reason why I have no problems getting along with the other camp instructors. Everybody was crazy, all ready to ra-ra and hyped up, enjoying the highs, funny, dramatic and all. After all, we are what they call funny people in a serious business/serious people in a funny business. Makes sense.
Entry is getting very incoherent.
Lack of sleep is the main thing. My main worry will be to hold out till next Saturday. Tomorrow's Sunday, I've got to teach, and then back to Costa Sands at night, back to camp. Vesak Day another break, and then back to camp.
Okay. Sleep.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling now. I lack sleep. But what we call feeling high has been with me until now. Okay okay, before I start mumbling incoherently and publish all sorts of grammatical, spelling and other errors, well, to start with, p5 kids are hard to handle. On top of that, p5 pampered kids are hard to handle. Listen to them complain about all sorts of things, from mud to wetness to messy to hungry to whatever-springs-to-their-mind.
Damn, I still feel like sleeping.
This job as a camp instructor is something really refreshing, it is a welcoming break away from the dreary job at HSBC previously. You've got to give it your all, invest all your energy levels in it, no matter how little you have rested, you've got to reach out to the students, everything. I spend my time running from my group of children, to the management on top, reporting, attending, reporting, attending..
My room is starting to slant down towards the right.
The highs of this job, is that you have to enjoy what you are doing. Which is the main reason why I have no problems getting along with the other camp instructors. Everybody was crazy, all ready to ra-ra and hyped up, enjoying the highs, funny, dramatic and all. After all, we are what they call funny people in a serious business/serious people in a funny business. Makes sense.
Entry is getting very incoherent.
Lack of sleep is the main thing. My main worry will be to hold out till next Saturday. Tomorrow's Sunday, I've got to teach, and then back to Costa Sands at night, back to camp. Vesak Day another break, and then back to camp.
Okay. Sleep.
I don't know how to describe the shiok feeling I get when I realised I woke up 2 hours later than the usual time I wake up to rush down to HSBC. No more of those! *grin*
Back from TJ, I realised how much TJ has changed. Different types of TJ uniform seen around the school: the white polo tee, the old mass PE shirt, the new mass PE shirt, the house t-shirt etc etc. They had Temasek Idol today. 'nuff said. Some were good, the rest were...well. well. I suppose it took them alot of courage to get themselves on stage only to get criticised by the judges. (note: Mr Chung's one of them. The acidic one.)
Anyway, I am locked out of the house at this very moment I'm keying this entry and I haven't started packing for tonight's camp. And I've to be at Pasir Ris by 8. Finish packing, bathing and dinner and rush down. AHHHHHHHH!
Alright folks. Be back Saturday.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004Back from TJ, I realised how much TJ has changed. Different types of TJ uniform seen around the school: the white polo tee, the old mass PE shirt, the new mass PE shirt, the house t-shirt etc etc. They had Temasek Idol today. 'nuff said. Some were good, the rest were...well. well. I suppose it took them alot of courage to get themselves on stage only to get criticised by the judges. (note: Mr Chung's one of them. The acidic one.)
Anyway, I am locked out of the house at this very moment I'm keying this entry and I haven't started packing for tonight's camp. And I've to be at Pasir Ris by 8. Finish packing, bathing and dinner and rush down. AHHHHHHHH!
Alright folks. Be back Saturday.
Today is my last day working. After which I have this feeling I'll be living out of my suitcase/luggage until the university term starts. I honestly cannot wait. This break will be the longest break I have and I intend to enjoy it (to the max) before I dive into university life and study again. As much as my mother is going to scold/nag/whine at me, I am still going to have my way.
Can't wait for tomorrow to come, can't wait to hop on the bike and cycle again. Can't wait to see my dear sadako again, can't wait to go back to TJ again.
Hello my-life, welcome back.
Monday, May 24, 2004Can't wait for tomorrow to come, can't wait to hop on the bike and cycle again. Can't wait to see my dear sadako again, can't wait to go back to TJ again.
Hello my-life, welcome back.
Tomorrow. (!)
I keep telling myself I need to cut my hair, but on the only day I was free, Peter has to be on MC. *sigh* Been running around like a real busy bee, and my mum's complaining. Its like, non-stop.
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12 years: Girl ah! PSLE!
14 years: Can you please study? Streaming you know?
15 years: You're spending so much time at band, you don't keep going out okay, every night concerts concerts concerts, come back at 11pm...
16 years: You better study hard for O levels, you sure you can make it to JC? And please hor, stop spending so much time at band, its your O level year! Stop using so much money, money tight you know, stop spending on branded goods, your computer another problem, waste so much money, you somemore never study hard, worth it to spend so much on you meh?
17 years: Why got so many guys call you!? (readers, believe it. she cares) Can you please stop spending so much money? Why JC spend so much money one? Alot of money leh. Stop going out so often. Be back by dinner. Bowling again! So expensive! Got camp!? No! (compulsary!) No! (Mum...c'mon) Alright, go lah go lah. *grumbles* Stay over again! No!
18 years: Why still spend so much money! Bowling again! Stay over at friend's place to study? No! Can you stop spending so much money, you buy alot of things leh..all branded somemore (you call Topshop branded?) you know last time one t-shirt cost $5 only leh. Your slippers $19.90 so expensive! Last time we buy only $2 one leh. (omg. LAST TIME)
19 years: (Note: I became financially independent) Girl ah..you very lazy leh, piano never continue..what's the use? You're not spending time at home lor, other people's daughters always accompany their mum to the supermarket every weekend to help them carry groceries, I carry everything myself...you go work then come back so late, every Sat not at home, Sunday teach (Sat's my only off day!)
Then now you got camps, means you not even coming home lah, you really got no gui shu gan leh (meaning I don't feel as if I have a home) Getting very wild you know, when you go out so often, you're used to it...in your heart you no longer have a mother right, no home right?
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The last line certainly stings. It kinda gets me thinking on my part, have I ever done anything for her as a daughter, or will I only regret it when she's gone? It is indeed an awful thought, but I guess I do need to reflect on my actions. Been talking to my peers recently, they always say being 19 is a difficult age because I suddenly disappear to the work force, and my mum doesn't get to see me so often. Of course, it doesn't help when I am working on Sundays as well. Meaning, my Sundays are burnt and I only get to sit down to have dinner with her. But on my part, I do make it an effort to be home early on weekdays, rushing back from work for my regular run and join her for dinner. On the other hand, she works late 3 out of 5 days, so I don't know who's really at fault here. My Saturdays are always full. I really can't help it.
I've been wishing so much to go back to the past when I was still schooling. When I was still part of a large social group that bonds all of us together tightly by the mere mention of a competition/tournament. I miss being part of the huge family, the team whereby everybody has to work together to produce a successful finale. Listening to band pieces last night brought back so many memories, of the period I spent with TKGSSB. The constant push-ups, sit-ups, scoldings, practices. The never-ending combine sessions. The dreaded tuning. The horrible sound produced when we first tried out a piece. The miracle in the end after constant Mon-Wed-Sat practices and sectionals. The horrible smell of ammonia whenever I dumped a gunk of silver polish to shine my instrument. Competition among sections to see who produces the most saliva when we pull out valves to dump excess moisture in the instrument. (everybody go eew!) The victorious feeling, jubilance when the judges announced TKGSSB as the top band of Singapore 2001. And, as part of the team, I miss the trainings. The blisters on my thumb to remind me how tough bowling can actually be. The endless finishing position, staying on one leg. The uneven muscle built-up, resulting in a larger right thigh and a slight bulge in the left forearm. Polishing my ball. Competition. Camp. Trainings again. The adrenaline rush. Perspiring in an air-conditioned alley.
I don't want to grow up, I really don't.
And, horror of horrors! I realise I'm including more Chinese phrases in my dialogues, speaking Chinese...OH NO! I'm not going to turn into a cheenaf***!
Friday, May 21, 2004I keep telling myself I need to cut my hair, but on the only day I was free, Peter has to be on MC. *sigh* Been running around like a real busy bee, and my mum's complaining. Its like, non-stop.
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12 years: Girl ah! PSLE!
14 years: Can you please study? Streaming you know?
15 years: You're spending so much time at band, you don't keep going out okay, every night concerts concerts concerts, come back at 11pm...
16 years: You better study hard for O levels, you sure you can make it to JC? And please hor, stop spending so much time at band, its your O level year! Stop using so much money, money tight you know, stop spending on branded goods, your computer another problem, waste so much money, you somemore never study hard, worth it to spend so much on you meh?
17 years: Why got so many guys call you!? (readers, believe it. she cares) Can you please stop spending so much money? Why JC spend so much money one? Alot of money leh. Stop going out so often. Be back by dinner. Bowling again! So expensive! Got camp!? No! (compulsary!) No! (Mum...c'mon) Alright, go lah go lah. *grumbles* Stay over again! No!
18 years: Why still spend so much money! Bowling again! Stay over at friend's place to study? No! Can you stop spending so much money, you buy alot of things leh..all branded somemore (you call Topshop branded?) you know last time one t-shirt cost $5 only leh. Your slippers $19.90 so expensive! Last time we buy only $2 one leh. (omg. LAST TIME)
19 years: (Note: I became financially independent) Girl ah..you very lazy leh, piano never continue..what's the use? You're not spending time at home lor, other people's daughters always accompany their mum to the supermarket every weekend to help them carry groceries, I carry everything myself...you go work then come back so late, every Sat not at home, Sunday teach (Sat's my only off day!)
Then now you got camps, means you not even coming home lah, you really got no gui shu gan leh (meaning I don't feel as if I have a home) Getting very wild you know, when you go out so often, you're used to it...in your heart you no longer have a mother right, no home right?
____________________________________________
The last line certainly stings. It kinda gets me thinking on my part, have I ever done anything for her as a daughter, or will I only regret it when she's gone? It is indeed an awful thought, but I guess I do need to reflect on my actions. Been talking to my peers recently, they always say being 19 is a difficult age because I suddenly disappear to the work force, and my mum doesn't get to see me so often. Of course, it doesn't help when I am working on Sundays as well. Meaning, my Sundays are burnt and I only get to sit down to have dinner with her. But on my part, I do make it an effort to be home early on weekdays, rushing back from work for my regular run and join her for dinner. On the other hand, she works late 3 out of 5 days, so I don't know who's really at fault here. My Saturdays are always full. I really can't help it.
I've been wishing so much to go back to the past when I was still schooling. When I was still part of a large social group that bonds all of us together tightly by the mere mention of a competition/tournament. I miss being part of the huge family, the team whereby everybody has to work together to produce a successful finale. Listening to band pieces last night brought back so many memories, of the period I spent with TKGSSB. The constant push-ups, sit-ups, scoldings, practices. The never-ending combine sessions. The dreaded tuning. The horrible sound produced when we first tried out a piece. The miracle in the end after constant Mon-Wed-Sat practices and sectionals. The horrible smell of ammonia whenever I dumped a gunk of silver polish to shine my instrument. Competition among sections to see who produces the most saliva when we pull out valves to dump excess moisture in the instrument. (everybody go eew!) The victorious feeling, jubilance when the judges announced TKGSSB as the top band of Singapore 2001. And, as part of the team, I miss the trainings. The blisters on my thumb to remind me how tough bowling can actually be. The endless finishing position, staying on one leg. The uneven muscle built-up, resulting in a larger right thigh and a slight bulge in the left forearm. Polishing my ball. Competition. Camp. Trainings again. The adrenaline rush. Perspiring in an air-conditioned alley.
I don't want to grow up, I really don't.
And, horror of horrors! I realise I'm including more Chinese phrases in my dialogues, speaking Chinese...OH NO! I'm not going to turn into a cheenaf***!
Long-awaited Friday has finally arrived.
2 more working days.
I'm so falling in love with tenors. I mean, falling in love with their voices. Tenors have wonderful voices. They have beautiful voices. They have absolutely magnificent voices with the rich vibrato. I love tenors!
Thank God for my kor. My computer is up and alive! *beams*
But still can't get rid of that lol.dll file. Bah. Can't wait to meet X'tina again. I haven't seen her for ages!
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3.26pm: I'm falling asleep in the office. Readers will have to pardon the nonsensical and very boring-despite-being-Friday-afternoon post, simply because I've been staring at financial reports for the whole day and try as I might, I cannot understand the long list of figures. Goodness knows why would anyone want to work as a finance controller, I'll go bonkers just looking at those numbers alone. *faints*
As I sail with you across the finest oceans
On a way to find the key to our emotions
Together we will move the clouds to brighter days
Some people question what I say
Try to break up you and me
But I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
But I believe so strongly in you and I
Can't somebody answer me the question why
You don't miss your water til the well runs dry
As I close my eyes
Sit back while reminiscing
Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing
There may be sad and painful times along the way
But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me
For I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
But I believe so strongly in you and I
Cant somebody answer me the question why
You don't miss your water til the well runs dry
-Craig David, You Don't Miss Your Water (Till The Well Runs Dry)
4.29pm: 1hour and 15 mins more. I am amazed at the way people at my office waste paper. They happily print their mails out, one-sided. They print out EVERYTHING, only to throw those papers away few weeks later. One printer uses 3 rims of paper everyday, 3 printers in the office. 1 rim of paper per fax machine everyday, you do the math.
I need a haircut. My hair resembles a bird-nest now, apart from the shape. Its messy, it has dry ends sticking out in a most unglamour manner, its blah-brown. Thing is, I don't have the time!
Monday, May 17, 20042 more working days.
I'm so falling in love with tenors. I mean, falling in love with their voices. Tenors have wonderful voices. They have beautiful voices. They have absolutely magnificent voices with the rich vibrato. I love tenors!
Thank God for my kor. My computer is up and alive! *beams*
But still can't get rid of that lol.dll file. Bah. Can't wait to meet X'tina again. I haven't seen her for ages!
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3.26pm: I'm falling asleep in the office. Readers will have to pardon the nonsensical and very boring-despite-being-Friday-afternoon post, simply because I've been staring at financial reports for the whole day and try as I might, I cannot understand the long list of figures. Goodness knows why would anyone want to work as a finance controller, I'll go bonkers just looking at those numbers alone. *faints*
As I sail with you across the finest oceans
On a way to find the key to our emotions
Together we will move the clouds to brighter days
Some people question what I say
Try to break up you and me
But I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
But I believe so strongly in you and I
Can't somebody answer me the question why
You don't miss your water til the well runs dry
As I close my eyes
Sit back while reminiscing
Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing
There may be sad and painful times along the way
But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me
For I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together
Forever
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
But I believe so strongly in you and I
Cant somebody answer me the question why
You don't miss your water til the well runs dry
-Craig David, You Don't Miss Your Water (Till The Well Runs Dry)
4.29pm: 1hour and 15 mins more. I am amazed at the way people at my office waste paper. They happily print their mails out, one-sided. They print out EVERYTHING, only to throw those papers away few weeks later. One printer uses 3 rims of paper everyday, 3 printers in the office. 1 rim of paper per fax machine everyday, you do the math.
I need a haircut. My hair resembles a bird-nest now, apart from the shape. Its messy, it has dry ends sticking out in a most unglamour manner, its blah-brown. Thing is, I don't have the time!
Friday
Met up with 4/3 Tkgians, half of 4/3 turned up..its good to see them again, I realised how long it has been since I last saw the majority of them, how difficult it is to organise a meeting once in a blue moon. I see a young lady within each of my ex-classmate, it dawned upon me that we are no longer the immature girls of 16 wearing the green pinafore and prancing about and everything. No longer 16 yr olds trying to act like 21 year olds. Short but sweet time spent, it feels so good to see you girls again.
Saturday
Bladed down to Pasir Ris park from my place, survived the journey down (yay!) and had a nice time cruising along the beach myself. May be lonely, but managed to forget about everything - my horrible computer, my work, my mum.
Hot, sweaty, stinky, dirty. Danger of bird poo falling into my open mouth, red ants threatening to sting, nothing beats the short time spent with you at Pasir Ris park. Who cares about those tall candles that threaten to singe my hair everytime I bend forward to devour my food in an expensive oh-so-romantic restaurant?
Now that I don't get to see you so often, every single minute I have with you is so precious. Mmmm. Good in a way, bad in another. But let's not dwell on this. Moving on, I honestly don't know how other girls can happily dump their boyfriends who are in the army and just move on in life, as though those males serving the country are having such a fine time that they can do without their family, narrowed social circle and girls. Honestly, I never thought much about it until I hear from XH, my male buddies, my kor...about what they go through physically, mentally and emotionally during their 2 half years. I am in no position to offer comfort because I certainly do not know what they have gone through, the only thing I feel like I can do is to just go "awww", "poor you"..listen..and listen. Helpless feeling you know?
Troy
Not too bad a show to watch, though I feel the story line isn't properly portrayed out. Love Daryl's commentary on the show, as well as his addition of the information/bits and pieces that weren't shown in the movie. Macro view of the battle scenes, the thousand strong fleet of ships, the vast army..magnificent. But Orlando Bloom, he's just another Legolas *rolls eyes* in the show again. Yes, its just me pin-pointing Bloom again because of his Legolas-streak, which certainly..erm, well. -argh-
Time for my daily countdown. 2 hours to end of Monday work. 6 more working days before I leave HSBC.
Friday, May 14, 2004Met up with 4/3 Tkgians, half of 4/3 turned up..its good to see them again, I realised how long it has been since I last saw the majority of them, how difficult it is to organise a meeting once in a blue moon. I see a young lady within each of my ex-classmate, it dawned upon me that we are no longer the immature girls of 16 wearing the green pinafore and prancing about and everything. No longer 16 yr olds trying to act like 21 year olds. Short but sweet time spent, it feels so good to see you girls again.
Saturday
Bladed down to Pasir Ris park from my place, survived the journey down (yay!) and had a nice time cruising along the beach myself. May be lonely, but managed to forget about everything - my horrible computer, my work, my mum.
Hot, sweaty, stinky, dirty. Danger of bird poo falling into my open mouth, red ants threatening to sting, nothing beats the short time spent with you at Pasir Ris park. Who cares about those tall candles that threaten to singe my hair everytime I bend forward to devour my food in an expensive oh-so-romantic restaurant?
Now that I don't get to see you so often, every single minute I have with you is so precious. Mmmm. Good in a way, bad in another. But let's not dwell on this. Moving on, I honestly don't know how other girls can happily dump their boyfriends who are in the army and just move on in life, as though those males serving the country are having such a fine time that they can do without their family, narrowed social circle and girls. Honestly, I never thought much about it until I hear from XH, my male buddies, my kor...about what they go through physically, mentally and emotionally during their 2 half years. I am in no position to offer comfort because I certainly do not know what they have gone through, the only thing I feel like I can do is to just go "awww", "poor you"..listen..and listen. Helpless feeling you know?
Troy
Not too bad a show to watch, though I feel the story line isn't properly portrayed out. Love Daryl's commentary on the show, as well as his addition of the information/bits and pieces that weren't shown in the movie. Macro view of the battle scenes, the thousand strong fleet of ships, the vast army..magnificent. But Orlando Bloom, he's just another Legolas *rolls eyes* in the show again. Yes, its just me pin-pointing Bloom again because of his Legolas-streak, which certainly..erm, well. -argh-
Time for my daily countdown. 2 hours to end of Monday work. 6 more working days before I leave HSBC.
10 minutes to 6pm.
My legs are screaming at me to hurry get out of the office NOW. 7 more working days and I can't wait to get away from it all, enjoy a chit-chat session with my darling girl-friends, pack and pretend I'm going on a holiday when in reality I'm just going to tunnel my way to Pasir Ris for..for...a week.
Then. I am free.
Home PC is downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. With my files all gone. Unless there happens to be some miracle which allows me to log into windows, get my files out of that wretched desktop and transfer them to a refugee camp. Erm, rather, a more stable system. H-E-L-P.
:(
Thursday, May 13, 2004My legs are screaming at me to hurry get out of the office NOW. 7 more working days and I can't wait to get away from it all, enjoy a chit-chat session with my darling girl-friends, pack and pretend I'm going on a holiday when in reality I'm just going to tunnel my way to Pasir Ris for..for...a week.
Then. I am free.
Home PC is downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. With my files all gone. Unless there happens to be some miracle which allows me to log into windows, get my files out of that wretched desktop and transfer them to a refugee camp. Erm, rather, a more stable system. H-E-L-P.
:(
I am going crazy staring at the computer WHOLE day long. So much so that I won't even want to switch on my home PC to troubleshoot the whole damn black box when I return home in the evenings.
8 more working days. 8 more working days. As much as I'll miss some of my colleagues in HSBC, I can't wait to end work and dive headfirst into school camps. Speaking of which, met up with Eddie - this funny in-charge who I'll be working with in camps..really hilarious. Couldn't taste my dinner last night because he was just making me laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh (x100). You get the idea. *grin*
Oh. Got these off Daryl's page:
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
*grin* Like I emphasize, I'm never the chee-na type.
Anna, you probably seen a more bitchy me than this 30%..haha.
I need a break. Oh man. Back to work. You can practically hear me whimper now.
8 WORKING DAYS.
Monday, May 10, 20048 more working days. 8 more working days. As much as I'll miss some of my colleagues in HSBC, I can't wait to end work and dive headfirst into school camps. Speaking of which, met up with Eddie - this funny in-charge who I'll be working with in camps..really hilarious. Couldn't taste my dinner last night because he was just making me laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh (x100). You get the idea. *grin*
Oh. Got these off Daryl's page:
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
*grin* Like I emphasize, I'm never the chee-na type.
I AM 30% ASSHOLE/BITCH!  I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me. |
Anna, you probably seen a more bitchy me than this 30%..haha.
I need a break. Oh man. Back to work. You can practically hear me whimper now.
8 WORKING DAYS.
Is it just me or did Blogger change its outlook over the past...few days? Wow.
I realised, waking up at 7am in the morning to go jogging at 7.30am isn't as easy as it seems to be. How in the world did we do it back then during college days? Lucky heights at 8am in the morning, at a speed which I think is too fast to be considered a leisurely run. omg.
Question: Does anybody happen to have 2004's version of any antivirus installation CD? Cheapo me decided against spending my hard-earned savings.
Apart from the search for that installtion CD, things are looking up.
1) LNG Day 2. Simply means, PMS days are over! (for the month, that is.)
2) 3 week old wound has turned scab, peeled off. Now ready to hit East Coast this Sat. I can't wait. Of course, there's XH to look forward to as well. *lets out a silly grin*
3) Monday's over! Without the Monday Blues!
That's for tonight. :)
Friday, May 07, 2004I realised, waking up at 7am in the morning to go jogging at 7.30am isn't as easy as it seems to be. How in the world did we do it back then during college days? Lucky heights at 8am in the morning, at a speed which I think is too fast to be considered a leisurely run. omg.
Question: Does anybody happen to have 2004's version of any antivirus installation CD? Cheapo me decided against spending my hard-earned savings.
Apart from the search for that installtion CD, things are looking up.
1) LNG Day 2. Simply means, PMS days are over! (for the month, that is.)
2) 3 week old wound has turned scab, peeled off. Now ready to hit East Coast this Sat. I can't wait. Of course, there's XH to look forward to as well. *lets out a silly grin*
3) Monday's over! Without the Monday Blues!
That's for tonight. :)
Took off the background since I discovered Angelfire website has scrawled their ugly words "Hosted by Angelfire" across my blog. There's no need for such advertisment. *glum look*
Anyway. So its back to white again, I won't touch it until my computer is up and alive once more, which will be pretty soon, I hope.
This week has been pretty PMS-week for me, probably bit many heads off, sorry about it.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004Anyway. So its back to white again, I won't touch it until my computer is up and alive once more, which will be pretty soon, I hope.
This week has been pretty PMS-week for me, probably bit many heads off, sorry about it.
Headed down to Suntec during lunch today, Giordano is having a sale! As in, not the boutique but sort of a warehouse sale, items from the previous season.
Something made XP a very happy girl. Bought 2 bootcut jeans from there, $15 each. *rubs hands together in glee* That settles my hunt for the jeans.
Yeh. Things are looking up again. Now, for my computer.
Monday, May 03, 2004Something made XP a very happy girl. Bought 2 bootcut jeans from there, $15 each. *rubs hands together in glee* That settles my hunt for the jeans.
Yeh. Things are looking up again. Now, for my computer.
I know this sounds very geek-ish, but I am kind of depressed without internet access. Yes, that's right, my computer is bugged and down thanks to some virus which I know not what..all I know that I can't do anything with it except stare at my desktop idly. So, will not be online for quite a while until my computer comes back from the repairshop all brand new and un-personalised *makes a face* and hopefully..virus-free. So, what's so depressing about it? The thought of losing my 2-year built up of photos (100+MB worth of them okay), self-designed wallpapers, mp3s (my personal favourites) - all wiped off. *sigh* The only hope I have now is a memory card that I can slot in to save all my precious. Can anybody provide that glimmer of hope?
I realised, as pathetic as it sounds, much of my social life these days is mainly based online, because of work, because of lack of time, the only place I am able to communicate with so many of my friends at the same time are through ICQ and MSN Messenger. I mean, I am limited to the amount of talk-time I have on the phone thanks to my mum, limited to going-out and catching up with my friends thanks to...I don't know what. Everything I suppose. Yeah, so now I realised the importance of the internet, the computer in my life.
I sound extremely geekish. omg.
I realised, as pathetic as it sounds, much of my social life these days is mainly based online, because of work, because of lack of time, the only place I am able to communicate with so many of my friends at the same time are through ICQ and MSN Messenger. I mean, I am limited to the amount of talk-time I have on the phone thanks to my mum, limited to going-out and catching up with my friends thanks to...I don't know what. Everything I suppose. Yeah, so now I realised the importance of the internet, the computer in my life.
I sound extremely geekish. omg.