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Saturday, October 31, 2009
"Whoever says Friendship is easy has obviously never had a true friend!" - Bronwyn Polson
Labels: Random stuff
12:52 AM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Been spending time out and money lately.
Watching movie and catch up session with sulin before she goes to Maldives. (envy and jealous at the same time) Its been a seriously long time since we last met up, talked plenty of latest gossip and internships news, and headed to watch...
yeah, 500 Days Of Summer, the most boring show I've watched, and its not because of the fact that we watched it nearing 12 midnight, but the entire story plot is just boring. Seriously speaking, its as if the show is all about a horny girl who hangs out with the guy because the guy loves her so much, but she just wants sex, and the guy is a willing adult.
On the bright side, I'm glad the show didn't move daily, from day 1 to day 500, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PAIN IF THAT IS HOW THE SHOW GOES! We were all yawning and complaining about wanting to sleep just half way through the movie, and when the ending came, lines started to appear on our foreheads, the lamest ending ever... the guy actually meets a new girl called Autumn. HOW LAME IS THAT?
Anyways, yesterday headed to the aussie university fair, and it just motivates me more to study in australia right after my NS. It sucks to be a guy who has to endure 2 years of NS before i studying again. If not, I could get my degree within that 2 years already. Anyways, fees to university isn't cheap, but I'm considering asking for a bank loan, and I just hope that my family members will agree to it and support me in going overseas to get my degree. (prays to god)
After that headed to Illuma to watch Sister's Keeper with hengying, (a date with her =D)
We practically cried for the entire show, its really touching, and made both of us cry. Knowing that the elder daughter has cancer and the younger daughter is bringing the issue of not giving her body to her sister onto the court is nerve-wrecking for the family, and I can really feel how the mother is reacting to this issue. But eventually when the real reason why the younger daughter is doing that is revealed, tears just fall onto my cheeks and never stop flowing. Although the ending is different from the one in the book, its equally nice. Watch it if you want to have a breakdown and cry your hearts out.
Watching movie and catch up session with sulin before she goes to Maldives. (envy and jealous at the same time) Its been a seriously long time since we last met up, talked plenty of latest gossip and internships news, and headed to watch...
yeah, 500 Days Of Summer, the most boring show I've watched, and its not because of the fact that we watched it nearing 12 midnight, but the entire story plot is just boring. Seriously speaking, its as if the show is all about a horny girl who hangs out with the guy because the guy loves her so much, but she just wants sex, and the guy is a willing adult.
On the bright side, I'm glad the show didn't move daily, from day 1 to day 500, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PAIN IF THAT IS HOW THE SHOW GOES! We were all yawning and complaining about wanting to sleep just half way through the movie, and when the ending came, lines started to appear on our foreheads, the lamest ending ever... the guy actually meets a new girl called Autumn. HOW LAME IS THAT?
Anyways, yesterday headed to the aussie university fair, and it just motivates me more to study in australia right after my NS. It sucks to be a guy who has to endure 2 years of NS before i studying again. If not, I could get my degree within that 2 years already. Anyways, fees to university isn't cheap, but I'm considering asking for a bank loan, and I just hope that my family members will agree to it and support me in going overseas to get my degree. (prays to god)
After that headed to Illuma to watch Sister's Keeper with hengying, (a date with her =D)
We practically cried for the entire show, its really touching, and made both of us cry. Knowing that the elder daughter has cancer and the younger daughter is bringing the issue of not giving her body to her sister onto the court is nerve-wrecking for the family, and I can really feel how the mother is reacting to this issue. But eventually when the real reason why the younger daughter is doing that is revealed, tears just fall onto my cheeks and never stop flowing. Although the ending is different from the one in the book, its equally nice. Watch it if you want to have a breakdown and cry your hearts out.
“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and
joy in each other's life.” - Richard Bach
Labels: 500 Days of Summer, Sister's Keeper
9:28 PM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Seems like everyone feels that the books by Low Kay Hwa is really nice, since people are introducing it through email. His second book, I Believe You is also really nice. A fan created this short clip:
This movie, Valentine Day features lots of celebrities. I assume are all shown in the trailer already except.... the TAYLORS! Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner who acts as young lovebirds. =D
Feeling terribly lifeless, work and home every single day... Internship basically ruins my life, but.. I promise to spend more time with myself!
"This World Is Ours, Its What We Make Of It." - Number 9
Labels: Anticipated Movies, Random stuff
10:42 PM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
While working in a travel agency, I get to know more about hotels and resorts all over the world and their unique offerings. I chanced upon these few unique hotels which offers guests a different experience in their rooms.....
1. Propeller Island City Lodge, Berlin
Yes, the bed looks like a castle, and guess what? Its also a miniature golf course. And this is just 1 out of the 30 different themed rooms that this hotel actually offer.
This room is themed as an Upside Down Room, where furniture is placed on the ceiling as well, to provide a feeling that the entire room is upside down, and the beds are actually kept in compartments. Interesting right?
2. Hotel Costa Verde, Costa Rica
This hotel is actually created in this airplane, which looks as if it crashed and got stuck there, but its actually reached via the spiral staircase. The interior is kept "plane-like" while providing facilities and amenities a hotel should provide.
The door to the room is actually converted by the exit of the plane. =D
3. Capsule Hotel, Netherlands
Now, this is the most interesting hotel that I find, these rooms are actually escape pods (you know when people are trying to evacuate before disasters happen) and these escape pods floats and rotates round the moorings in Netherlands. I'll love to stay in one of those....
And these are only a few of those unique hotels that I've found out, maybe I'll show beautiful swimming pools in hotels the next time round. Photos are credited to the respective hotels and the owners.
On the side note.....
Let me share a joke that I've randomly found,
A man and a woman were having drinks when they got into an argument about who enjoyed sex more.
The man said, "Men obviously enjoy sex more than women. Why do you think we're so obsessed with getting laid?"
"That doesn't prove anything," the woman countered. "Think about this: when your ear itches and you put your finger in it and wiggle it around, then pull it out, which feels better: your ear or your finger?"
I personally find it freaking funny!
1. Propeller Island City Lodge, Berlin
Yes, the bed looks like a castle, and guess what? Its also a miniature golf course. And this is just 1 out of the 30 different themed rooms that this hotel actually offer.
This room is themed as an Upside Down Room, where furniture is placed on the ceiling as well, to provide a feeling that the entire room is upside down, and the beds are actually kept in compartments. Interesting right?
2. Hotel Costa Verde, Costa Rica
This hotel is actually created in this airplane, which looks as if it crashed and got stuck there, but its actually reached via the spiral staircase. The interior is kept "plane-like" while providing facilities and amenities a hotel should provide.
The door to the room is actually converted by the exit of the plane. =D
3. Capsule Hotel, Netherlands
Now, this is the most interesting hotel that I find, these rooms are actually escape pods (you know when people are trying to evacuate before disasters happen) and these escape pods floats and rotates round the moorings in Netherlands. I'll love to stay in one of those....
And these are only a few of those unique hotels that I've found out, maybe I'll show beautiful swimming pools in hotels the next time round. Photos are credited to the respective hotels and the owners.
On the side note.....
Let me share a joke that I've randomly found,
A man and a woman were having drinks when they got into an argument about who enjoyed sex more.
The man said, "Men obviously enjoy sex more than women. Why do you think we're so obsessed with getting laid?"
"That doesn't prove anything," the woman countered. "Think about this: when your ear itches and you put your finger in it and wiggle it around, then pull it out, which feels better: your ear or your finger?"
I personally find it freaking funny!
Labels: Random stuff
11:10 PM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Monday, October 12, 2009
HAPPY BELATED 21st BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER!
Celebrated over at Costa Sands with a BBQ session.
Entire family get together chance after a long time...
Delicious food prepared by sister and a HUGE cake!
Pics Pics:
Look at my niece! =D
Siblings <3
"The candles are aflame and you close your eyes to make a wish. By the time you’re done blowing out the candles, you’ve either forgotten what you wished for or you’ve given up hope that your wish will come true."
Labels: Brother's Birthday
11:50 PM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Been doing some reading online during my free time, and mainly because a friend introduced me to books by this author Low Kay Hwa, a Singapore author.
He has created 7 books and each book narrates stories in Singapore, although it may be fictional books, but it really touches my heart, every book of it.
An extract from "Journey", a story about a mother and her daughter,
When I was fifteen, my mother increased my daily allowance to three dollars and fifty cents a day.
That was still not enough. I would go clubbing every fortnight and it was embarrassing to have only ten bucks in my wallet. Sometimes, some guys would treat me to a drink. I would accept and, then, when they requested for my phone number, I gave them Joyce’s number. Joyce was one of my nemeses in school and I hated her to the core. She had to be one of the fattest human beings in the world.
I had a fling with one of the guys in the club. His name is John. All we did was to hold hands. He smoked and rode a sports bike, which I thought was cool. I did not dare sit on his bike, but whenever I saw him riding, I was immersed by his coolness.
We broke off two weeks later when I refused to let him kiss my lips. I, then, started to tell my friends that I had just dumped a guy who smoked and rode. The enviousness in their eyes was priceless.
“Why do I smell smoke on your top?” one of the weekend evenings, my mother asked me. She, then, shoved a top to me.
The top was pink and branded. I held it close to my nose and inhaled. It did reek of cigarette smoke. It must be John’s smoke.
“My friend smoked. I didn’t.”“Stay away from those idiots, I’m telling you.” My mother glared at me and snatched the top from me. The top nearly tore. “You hear me? Stay away from those idiots. I want you to be home by eight every night, from now on. You understand?”
I grasped the top from her and examined it for tears. This top was an expensive gift from Teresa and, according to my other friend, Clare, it costs over fifty dollars!
“You hear me?” my mother shouted.I did not care about her shouting. I continued to comb for any tears in my top. She would have to pay me fifty dollars if I find any tears!
“Ah girl!” my mother grabbed the top from me. I did not let go. We struggled and when I heard some tearing sound, I released my grip. My mother stepped back and nearly lost her footing. There was a tear at the shoulder of the top.
“Mama, you spoil my top! I want you to pay!”My mother tossed the top away. It landed on the floor. “I want you to stay away from-”
“You only give me three dollars and fifty cents a day and you want to control me?”
My mother glared at me wordlessly.
“My friends’ mothers gave them one hundred dollars a week! Twenty dollars a day! And, they gave them freedom-”
“Don’t compare those idiots with you! Don’t compare those idiots with me! We’re all different! You and I!”
“You’re not fit to be a mother! Go serve coffee! Go! You earn what? A thousand a month? Teresa’s mother earned eight thousand a month! You lazy bum!” I turned off and walked towards my room in big steps.
“Stop right there!”
I hesitated. She might be increasing my allowance. I halted and waited.
“Why will you need more money? Huh? Listen well. I earn a thousand dollars a month. One hundred goes to the bills. One hundred goes to your insurance. One hundred goes to the household expenses. Four hundred for the housing loan to HDB. One hundred for you. One hundred for our transport and other things. You see? You get one hundred dollars every month just for your lunch. I, myself, get one hundred dollars every month for my breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
I shook my head. She was not going to increase my allowance. I snored, “You’d better give me fifty dollars tomorrow for tearing my branded top. If not…” I thought for a while. “I’ll move out.” I said, went into my room and slammed the door. The door nearly broke.
After a few more chapters, the next extract that continues the story,
A fifteen-year old girl’s wardrobe will usually consist of clothes that cost less than twenty dollars. When I was fifteen, I had only one branded top. It was a Guess pink top that Teresa, my primary-to-secondary school buddy, had bought for me as my birthday gift. However, during one quarrel with my mother, she accidentally tore it and I did not speak to her for more than a week.
One of the days, during recess time, I told Teresa about it. “My mother accidentally tore the Guess top that you bought for me last month. That bloody hell bitch. Anyway, don’t buy Guess top anymore. They tear easily.”
“Oh, that?” Teresa said and then stroked her chin. “That’s not a real Guess top! I bought it at Bangkok for only five dollars! Come on, you should know, right? Look at the label at the back of the top. It wrote “Guess Jean”. An authentic Guess top will have the wording “Guess Jeans”! With the ‘s’!”
I did not know what to say. Teresa bought a non-authentic top for me and she seemed indifferent to it? The bell rang after that. I did not speak to Teresa for the rest of the day. But, on the next day, when Teresa helped me buy drinks during our recess time, I broke my cold war with her and forgot about the non-authentic top that she had bought for me.
A few days later, when I went home, I saw a pink Guess top lying neatly on my bed. I felt the texture. There was no more tear near the shoulder area. My mother managed to sew the top back? But, it looked so new.
Then, I looked at the wordings on the label at the back of the top. “Guess Jeans”. With the ‘s’.
“Tell me if it doesn’t fit. It is exchangeable. But, the transport there is very expensive. No buses stop there; I can only reach there by MRT. By the way, it’s seventy-five dollars, not fifty dollars. That idiot just won’t give me any discount, no matter how hard I bargained. Very, very stubborn.”
I wheeled. My mother was standing at the threshold of my room door with her arms folded. I just nodded and held up the top. It looked perfect.
When my mother went off, I just stared, stared and stared at the top for more than ten minutes.
Now, I understood why my mother, for the past few days, had been skipping dinner. I did not know if I should cry or laugh.
Doesn't this really touch your heart, I mean after reading this, I could totally feel like I'm the daughter in the story, being rude and not showing any LOVE to my mum at all......
Extracted from: Low Kay Hwa's "Journey"
He has created 7 books and each book narrates stories in Singapore, although it may be fictional books, but it really touches my heart, every book of it.
An extract from "Journey", a story about a mother and her daughter,
When I was fifteen, my mother increased my daily allowance to three dollars and fifty cents a day.
That was still not enough. I would go clubbing every fortnight and it was embarrassing to have only ten bucks in my wallet. Sometimes, some guys would treat me to a drink. I would accept and, then, when they requested for my phone number, I gave them Joyce’s number. Joyce was one of my nemeses in school and I hated her to the core. She had to be one of the fattest human beings in the world.
I had a fling with one of the guys in the club. His name is John. All we did was to hold hands. He smoked and rode a sports bike, which I thought was cool. I did not dare sit on his bike, but whenever I saw him riding, I was immersed by his coolness.
We broke off two weeks later when I refused to let him kiss my lips. I, then, started to tell my friends that I had just dumped a guy who smoked and rode. The enviousness in their eyes was priceless.
“Why do I smell smoke on your top?” one of the weekend evenings, my mother asked me. She, then, shoved a top to me.
The top was pink and branded. I held it close to my nose and inhaled. It did reek of cigarette smoke. It must be John’s smoke.
“My friend smoked. I didn’t.”“Stay away from those idiots, I’m telling you.” My mother glared at me and snatched the top from me. The top nearly tore. “You hear me? Stay away from those idiots. I want you to be home by eight every night, from now on. You understand?”
I grasped the top from her and examined it for tears. This top was an expensive gift from Teresa and, according to my other friend, Clare, it costs over fifty dollars!
“You hear me?” my mother shouted.I did not care about her shouting. I continued to comb for any tears in my top. She would have to pay me fifty dollars if I find any tears!
“Ah girl!” my mother grabbed the top from me. I did not let go. We struggled and when I heard some tearing sound, I released my grip. My mother stepped back and nearly lost her footing. There was a tear at the shoulder of the top.
“Mama, you spoil my top! I want you to pay!”My mother tossed the top away. It landed on the floor. “I want you to stay away from-”
“You only give me three dollars and fifty cents a day and you want to control me?”
My mother glared at me wordlessly.
“My friends’ mothers gave them one hundred dollars a week! Twenty dollars a day! And, they gave them freedom-”
“Don’t compare those idiots with you! Don’t compare those idiots with me! We’re all different! You and I!”
“You’re not fit to be a mother! Go serve coffee! Go! You earn what? A thousand a month? Teresa’s mother earned eight thousand a month! You lazy bum!” I turned off and walked towards my room in big steps.
“Stop right there!”
I hesitated. She might be increasing my allowance. I halted and waited.
“Why will you need more money? Huh? Listen well. I earn a thousand dollars a month. One hundred goes to the bills. One hundred goes to your insurance. One hundred goes to the household expenses. Four hundred for the housing loan to HDB. One hundred for you. One hundred for our transport and other things. You see? You get one hundred dollars every month just for your lunch. I, myself, get one hundred dollars every month for my breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
I shook my head. She was not going to increase my allowance. I snored, “You’d better give me fifty dollars tomorrow for tearing my branded top. If not…” I thought for a while. “I’ll move out.” I said, went into my room and slammed the door. The door nearly broke.
After a few more chapters, the next extract that continues the story,
A fifteen-year old girl’s wardrobe will usually consist of clothes that cost less than twenty dollars. When I was fifteen, I had only one branded top. It was a Guess pink top that Teresa, my primary-to-secondary school buddy, had bought for me as my birthday gift. However, during one quarrel with my mother, she accidentally tore it and I did not speak to her for more than a week.
One of the days, during recess time, I told Teresa about it. “My mother accidentally tore the Guess top that you bought for me last month. That bloody hell bitch. Anyway, don’t buy Guess top anymore. They tear easily.”
“Oh, that?” Teresa said and then stroked her chin. “That’s not a real Guess top! I bought it at Bangkok for only five dollars! Come on, you should know, right? Look at the label at the back of the top. It wrote “Guess Jean”. An authentic Guess top will have the wording “Guess Jeans”! With the ‘s’!”
I did not know what to say. Teresa bought a non-authentic top for me and she seemed indifferent to it? The bell rang after that. I did not speak to Teresa for the rest of the day. But, on the next day, when Teresa helped me buy drinks during our recess time, I broke my cold war with her and forgot about the non-authentic top that she had bought for me.
A few days later, when I went home, I saw a pink Guess top lying neatly on my bed. I felt the texture. There was no more tear near the shoulder area. My mother managed to sew the top back? But, it looked so new.
Then, I looked at the wordings on the label at the back of the top. “Guess Jeans”. With the ‘s’.
“Tell me if it doesn’t fit. It is exchangeable. But, the transport there is very expensive. No buses stop there; I can only reach there by MRT. By the way, it’s seventy-five dollars, not fifty dollars. That idiot just won’t give me any discount, no matter how hard I bargained. Very, very stubborn.”
I wheeled. My mother was standing at the threshold of my room door with her arms folded. I just nodded and held up the top. It looked perfect.
When my mother went off, I just stared, stared and stared at the top for more than ten minutes.
Now, I understood why my mother, for the past few days, had been skipping dinner. I did not know if I should cry or laugh.
Doesn't this really touch your heart, I mean after reading this, I could totally feel like I'm the daughter in the story, being rude and not showing any LOVE to my mum at all......
Extracted from: Low Kay Hwa's "Journey"
Labels: Random stuff
10:21 AM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Having the right company name is very important....
Imagine being called "Web Dreams"
Just doesn't sound right to me...
On the other hand, finally received my miserable sum of salary...
Imagine being called "Web Dreams"
Just doesn't sound right to me...
On the other hand, finally received my miserable sum of salary...
Labels: Random stuff
12:17 AM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...
Monday, October 5, 2009
Changed a new blog skin.....
Anyways.. been a week since I last updated...
Went to catch FAME on sunday with besties, time for us to catch up after a long period of MIA.
Did what normal besties do, talk about life, internship, love life.. blah blah blah....
Friday, Sister's birthday, went out to celebrate!
Brought the kids along, quite a bother as compared to me going out by myself, but they were great company though.
Internship is still quite a disaster, still trying to pick up new skills and learn new things...
All I know is, working there deters me from working in the same industry again!
But still...
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SIS!
LOVE YA GIRL!
P.S. Still young, don't turn into an aunty too quickly...
Anyways.. been a week since I last updated...
Went to catch FAME on sunday with besties, time for us to catch up after a long period of MIA.
Did what normal besties do, talk about life, internship, love life.. blah blah blah....
Friday, Sister's birthday, went out to celebrate!
Brought the kids along, quite a bother as compared to me going out by myself, but they were great company though.
Internship is still quite a disaster, still trying to pick up new skills and learn new things...
All I know is, working there deters me from working in the same industry again!
But still...
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SIS!
LOVE YA GIRL!
P.S. Still young, don't turn into an aunty too quickly...
Labels: Fame, Internship, Sister's Birthday
9:16 AM
Miss Those Days...
Miss Those Days...