>Sunday 28 February 2010<
Something quite funny happen today.
Mum was asking me how much i got from my red packet today. Then after telling her, i told that i realize she gave me extra money in the ang bao. coz its was standard that my mother will give us $20 since young. but this time round, think she packet wrongly and gave me $30 instead. and immediately after I told her that, i turned back and saw my 2 brother standing behind me, stretching their hands to my mother, asking for their extra $10. and they were complaining it unfair!!
haha...
happen to hear this somewhere today.
在银行的钱叫做遗产
在口袋要花掉的才叫做财产
=）
this is not promoting not saving.
its just talking about weathy people who got rich for being stingy.
went kite flying with my dear!
flying kite can be so fun!
flying while the storm are coming.
and right after this photos, dear ran very quickly towards and me and shouted "RUN! the rain is coming"
we just grabbed everything on the floor and run as fast as possible.
while running, few rain drops fall on me, 2seconds later, big rain drop fall on me..
and once i stepped into the shelter, i turn back, it started pouring very heavily and i really meant heavily.
so luckily that he heard the rain coming and we ran in time. reach the shelter and saw other people running in drenched. haha!
love flying kite. =)
missing you...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
>Wednesday 24 February 2010<
2010. isn't really a good year.everything just isn't well..
unco-operative group members. unappreciated advice.
everything just sucks big time.
uncooperative group members.
they are really getting on my nerves. want go clubbing jiu say go clubbing, dun say meeting too early cnt wake up. if 11am 12pm cnt wake up then every morning class how. oh.. maybe they really cnt wake up, coz they have never been attending class before. what kind of students.
many things to worry, many things to bother.
2010 really sucks.
hopefully i am expereincing all the bad things of 2010 and when all this past, 2010 will be great again.
missing you...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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had fine dinning exam today.
basically just sit there eat 4-5 dishes and prof walk around and grade you.
examination held at Charcoal at The treasury.
Charcoal trained on Shatec Students however the only comment we had on the services when we exit is that they seriously need to learn their theory of serving before even starting on their practical. -.- reason: they drop plate. they clash the plates with some other things on the table, they chatted loudly and pushing blame to each other infront of us like "is you tell me put the plate here de lo", etc...
took few photos with cheryl but she only send those with me.... X(
but oh well... just see more of my face la k!
photos are taken when prof is observing others so that explains where the photos are coming from.
first dish up:
Starter - Vege -.-
Then Soup which doesnt taste that good, lead us in thinking if the cook was also on training.
Then Main Course. seriously the proportion of vege was more than the main course. but well.. thats fine dinning. sigh..
Look at how pathetic the portion was!
then the desert. best of all, coz i think they bought from else where. sigh.
okie end of FT!
missing you...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
>Tuesday 23 February 2010<
coming here to pay my blogging debt. =)
It will soon be the end of Chinese New Year!
dear took and edited a very nice photo of me. =)
CNY Day 3 - Wushu Gathering.
Met up with Wushu peeps @ee wei hse.
stupid shihao, doesnt even know how to play dai di.. stoooopid..
steamboat time....
then yusheng time! yum yum.. love yusheng loads. haha..then CNY Day 7 - went to felicia hse..
yusheng again! =))
hahaa.. should be the last yusheng of the year... =< need wait one more year then cn eat yusheng le....
missing you...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
>Wednesday 17 February 2010<
it was really a dream.
a bad one indeed.
:) :) :)
missing you...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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how i wish i could wake up to find everything is nothing but a dream.
Happy Chinese New Year.
it marks a new beginning.
A new year, a new beginning, a new route to walk on my own.
i will survive. =)
1st day of CNY!
went to granny hse to bai nian!
my granny sure look cute in this photo.
presenting all the yeos in the family.
love my mum!
greedy pigs in the family.went back home to welcome more relatives to my hse.
then mark the end of 1st visiting day..
:(:(:(
missing you...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
>Friday 12 February 2010<
was clearing photos from my phone. from 600 photos i cleared till 50! removing all the unnecessary photos! and i found some interesting photos! hahaa..
this is our first soft-toy at home since very young! we call it nicky! it first belong to nicholas and he gave it his name. then he wanted to trade something with ben ben. so he traded this precious toy of his. and my brother kept this bear till now. been 13-15 years le i guess.. it really is a toy we love alot.
then next! this is the rambi burger i made for my dear! hahahaa..he say its nice lo! dun see and think its very simple!
then next is this artpiece i draw in class last year. er.. its that yellow one over there. i use highlighter and black market lo! when everyone come in prepared with crayon and colour pencil, i came in unprepared. even the drawing paper is cop from some other people. pathetic. haha. its call 29 minutes art. because we are suppose to draw something in 29 minutes, just anything. so i took 20 minutes to look ard and not knowing what to draw. and 10 minutes to finish it.hahaha.. and i have no idea what i am drawing all the way. i came up with reasoning of my drawing only after i finish. haha. and somehow it won the vote of the class! the stick refer to vote from each person.
my reasoning: i wasnt feeling too good since i just got back my results which was not up to my expectation. this drawing shows my unhappiness, the internal struggle i am facing. darkness (disappointment) overcome me which i am trying to best to put on a smile and fight against it
muahaha.. i think its not the drawing that is good.. but my crapping of my reasoning fits well with the drawing..
missing you...
Friday, February 12, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
>Thursday 11 February 2010<
A very loving story i read. touching. =)
take some time to finish reading k.
More action.
Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?” She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said,
“Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line.
“I have a party who will speak with you.” I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah.
She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”
“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.
“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?
I called the nursing home.
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me,
“Yes, Hannah is staying with us. ” Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.” I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home.
At the nursing home.
The nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said,
“Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.” She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.” “Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked,
“Was the old lady able to help you?”
I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.” I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side.
When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”
“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.
“He’s one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.” We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet.
Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”
“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”
“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”
“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”
He suddenly became pale. Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.
“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.”
“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.” We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television.
The nurse walked over to her. “Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?” She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?” She gasped,
“Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.
“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”
The wedding.
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.”
missing you...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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met with up with yiling and eewei at ntu yday.
"study" abit and left for jurong point.
Shopping therapy with Eewei. jealous that she can fit into so many shoes while i cant ):
big foot )):
Feel like buying so many things..
but resister by telling myself repeatedly that i can buy more with same amount of money in Taiwan.
Really hope the trip could be worth while!
New Year in few days time so i decide to do up my nails.
hated Jurong Point citibelle but still went there to wanting to get my nails done. since they always provide the cheapest in JP.
but stupid thing is that. because of CNY, there raised the price SO much!
from $6 to $28.50????
drastic change.
idiot.
sad. i went home and decide to do it my own!
BABY PINK!
being unskillful and clumsy, i nearly used finish the whole bottle to get just 7 fingers done.
redoing and redoing. and finally when its nicely done up. i brush it onto something and i need to redo again.
now that 7 fingers is done. itchy finger me, decide to play ard with it.
if anything go wrong, i will hate myself forever. haha!
but just itchy finger want to play with it.
nice not? please say it is. i spend like thousand and one hour to do it. my seriously my fingers are ugly. how i hope to have fingers like kaiyu.
now i still 3 undone fingers. wish me luck!
nice not? please say it is. i spend like thousand and one hour to do it. my seriously my fingers are ugly. how i hope to have fingers like kaiyu.now i still 3 undone fingers. wish me luck!
missing you...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
>Tuesday 9 February 2010<
have you read the news on Pastor Rony Tan?
so glad that he made a public apology on the newspaper about his speech.
People should really learn how to respect other religion even if you are not a believer of it.
but still.. why is it that while others are being charged and jailed for making this comments and he only need to make a public apology? and worst off.. its his 2nd offense.
missing you...
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
>Monday 8 February 2010<
Happy 18th moniversary! love! =) and happy ORD! yay!!!!
I was walking to school this morning and suddenly had a random thought: the best thing in university is not needing to tie hair to school everyday.
Having to tie up your hair to school everyday is such a hassle.
and it always spoils my hair.. =(
and it always spoils my hair.. =(
make them curl and go out of shape.
without typing my hair everyday, my rebond hair can last so much longer! ($.$) save more money! heex.
went back innova last week to help out in ijc cca open house. was playing ard and posing on canteen tables. we are not paiseh because eveyone is doing it!
missing you...
Monday, February 08, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010