Saturday, November 25, 2006
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For the first time in my life, I'M SO AMAZED by the talents of ridicule in some people. A total joke. Now, what you gonna see next will make you puke, so bewarrreeee... =p
There's this hokkien saying which goes, lang ai kiang, mai kay kiang. It's so true, absolutely. Especially true when i saw the true colours of this wolf who just can't help but over-estimating itself.
Well, this wolf meets ppl late, gives a face and says, "you are supposed to wait for me. I jus wanted to test u." If you are agreeable, it gives a total fake smile. If not, it'll show you how well it had done for it's Bachelor in HOkkien Vulgarities. Heh >.<
I shd jus succumb to the wolf since it has a bachelor and i'm only doing a dip right? But, it's jus too tak class(^5 dylan!!) for me. Irony. I'm reminded of the wolf in the fairytale titled The Firebird. In this story, when the third prince lost his horse while searching for the firebird, a wolf came to his rescue instead, taking him to all the places linked to the firebird. Now, this is what i call a loyal wolf, a loyal companion.
While Isaac in the Bible means laughter, Wolf in this entry represents ridicule and paradox. Some wolf just ain't the same.
There's this hokkien saying which goes, lang ai kiang, mai kay kiang. It's so true, absolutely. Especially true when i saw the true colours of this wolf who just can't help but over-estimating itself.
Well, this wolf meets ppl late, gives a face and says, "you are supposed to wait for me. I jus wanted to test u." If you are agreeable, it gives a total fake smile. If not, it'll show you how well it had done for it's Bachelor in HOkkien Vulgarities. Heh >.<
I shd jus succumb to the wolf since it has a bachelor and i'm only doing a dip right? But, it's jus too tak class(^5 dylan!!) for me. Irony. I'm reminded of the wolf in the fairytale titled The Firebird. In this story, when the third prince lost his horse while searching for the firebird, a wolf came to his rescue instead, taking him to all the places linked to the firebird. Now, this is what i call a loyal wolf, a loyal companion.
While Isaac in the Bible means laughter, Wolf in this entry represents ridicule and paradox. Some wolf just ain't the same.
Are You Ga(me)?, 9:33 AM.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
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i haven't really entered a real post for a while. anyway, my phone is cool. Look at this!! it's done by my phone.
anyway, i'm so freaking busy for this week and the next. *dying*
Besides, i hav no time to go to the closing down sale of Scotts Shopping Centre. Sigh, guess i hav to go china early cos of some stupid balloting without my presence. It totally sucks.
Wants: An Emporio Armani plastic specs frame.. Anyone who gets it for me shall be so LOVED FOREVER...
P.S. there's this shop at Parco lvl 3 having the frame at 40% off.. OMG! Who can resist this TREMENDOUS OFFER?
Are You Ga(me)?, 10:56 AM.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
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落泪以前 再看一眼 你模糊侧脸
这会不会是最后纪念
我凝视你 而你凝视着窗外的阴天
一句抱歉都僵在嘴边
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
你的项链 还在胸前 晃动着昨天
为何回忆会让人晕眩
如果我们继续向前
走进雨里面
会不会有溶解的危险
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
明明从前 连争执都很甜美
现在怎会 说句话就能痛一遍
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
这会不会是最后纪念
我凝视你 而你凝视着窗外的阴天
一句抱歉都僵在嘴边
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
你的项链 还在胸前 晃动着昨天
为何回忆会让人晕眩
如果我们继续向前
走进雨里面
会不会有溶解的危险
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
明明从前 连争执都很甜美
现在怎会 说句话就能痛一遍
我搞不懂 我们到底怎么了
诚实的背后是否住着伤口
我想不通 我们的爱怎么了
雨下过以后 是否 能让什么复活
Are You Ga(me)?, 12:38 AM.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
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The world has become more high tech. Look, the pen has a photo-taking function. To grab it, go to any Princess Tokyo store to get it.
Are You Ga(me)?, 12:44 AM.
Friday, November 17, 2006
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trust.
to love is to trust.
sucha busy day today.
i'm confused.
realised that i haven't logged in a standard entry since God knows when.
many things have been happening in the past few days. I realised that i am no longer able to take things in stride. It seems that i have lost the ability to do whatsoever. I'm so stressed up with work and everything around me seems to have a problem with me.
so, what seems to be the exact root of the problems? I need you. When i fall down you pick me up, when i'm dry you fill my cup. Jesus, lamb of God, worthy is ur name~
i dun understand why i can tell you everything on my mind and you can't. It seems that whatever you promised initially ain't gonna b fulfilled. What should i do?
I play my life for you to see.
You live your life for him to see.
to love is to trust.
sucha busy day today.
i'm confused.
realised that i haven't logged in a standard entry since God knows when.
many things have been happening in the past few days. I realised that i am no longer able to take things in stride. It seems that i have lost the ability to do whatsoever. I'm so stressed up with work and everything around me seems to have a problem with me.
so, what seems to be the exact root of the problems? I need you. When i fall down you pick me up, when i'm dry you fill my cup. Jesus, lamb of God, worthy is ur name~
i dun understand why i can tell you everything on my mind and you can't. It seems that whatever you promised initially ain't gonna b fulfilled. What should i do?
I play my life for you to see.
You live your life for him to see.
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:21 PM.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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A love that a boy had for his mother & sister...
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy
his money back saying "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to
buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are
you sure I don't have enough money?"
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to
buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for 5
minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after
all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her
where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can
give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be
with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so
I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my
sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told Daddy to tell Mommy
not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He
then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me."
"I love my Mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy
says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked
again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "What if we
checked again, just in case you do have enough money?'' "OK" he said
"I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without
him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll
and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for
God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy
can give it to my sister. He heard me!'' "I also wanted to have
enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to
ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a
white rose.'' "My Mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my
basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when
I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which
mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was
one young lady and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the Mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to
recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself
as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home
where the body of the young woman was there for people to view and
make last wishes before the burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her
chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed
forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his
sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a
second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy
his money back saying "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to
buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are
you sure I don't have enough money?"
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to
buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for 5
minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after
all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her
where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can
give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be
with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so
I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my
sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told Daddy to tell Mommy
not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He
then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me."
"I love my Mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy
says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked
again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "What if we
checked again, just in case you do have enough money?'' "OK" he said
"I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without
him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll
and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for
God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy
can give it to my sister. He heard me!'' "I also wanted to have
enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to
ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a
white rose.'' "My Mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my
basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when
I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which
mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was
one young lady and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the Mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to
recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself
as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home
where the body of the young woman was there for people to view and
make last wishes before the burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her
chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed
forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his
sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a
second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:29 AM.
