Friday, July 29, 2005
Gawd, I am in such a foul mood now.
Bad hair day, bad mood day. Get the fuck away from me.
Anyway, stayed up the entire night yesterday just to finish the Da Vinci Code. If you've read it, congrats to being an elite part of an enlightened group. If you haven't, what are you waiting for?
Jesus Christ was a mortal, Mary Magdalene was his wife and the bearer of his child. Mona Lisa's secret behind her mysterious smile. There are so much more, but I don't want to spoil the surprise for you people who haven't read it yet.
*shit, I think I've revealed too much already*
And to those who found the book boring (namely that fat girl from the forum), you are a complete nincompoop. I bet you don't even understand what the author is trying to say. Oh ya, I bet you 'claim' that the book is boring because it challenges your faith.
You who wear your heart proudly on your sleeve. It's really irritating. If you really revere God, you would revere him in your heart and not run around claiming that you love God and irritating people who aren't Christians. It's people like you who make other non-Christians dislike Christians.
(note: I said Christians, meaning the people who follow that religion. Not the religion itself. So don't come shouting at for ruining "the good name of Christianity". And don't come preaching to me about how "good" and "true" it is, I know far too much about the religion to believe in it.)
Anyway, does anyone know how to play Guy Sebastian's 'Angels Brought Me Here' on guitar? I need to learn it in time for Leeling jiejie's wedding, so I can play for her on stage.
Yes, I know there'll be thousands of people and I'd probably just shame myself, but somehow I feel that I simply MUST gather up my courage and do it. So what if I make a blunder? It's not as if I'm doing something shameful.
Hm.. there's this lovely creature down beside my computer table.
And she's been there accompanying me all throughout my cursings and ramblings (I'm in a bad mood, remember?), not to mention hearing me repeatedly sing "Angels Brought Me Here", trying to reach the high and low notes.
Have planned a schedule for studying, seeing as there's only three months left to my exams. I won't be going out of the house often anymore, except if someone offers to pay my clubbing entrance fees on a Friday night *grins*.
Just look at this now..
The domestic helper who comes in the morning everyday is going to have a fit when she sees this. Aren't we evil?
Bad hair day, bad mood day. Get the fuck away from me.
Anyway, stayed up the entire night yesterday just to finish the Da Vinci Code. If you've read it, congrats to being an elite part of an enlightened group. If you haven't, what are you waiting for?
Jesus Christ was a mortal, Mary Magdalene was his wife and the bearer of his child. Mona Lisa's secret behind her mysterious smile. There are so much more, but I don't want to spoil the surprise for you people who haven't read it yet.
*shit, I think I've revealed too much already*
And to those who found the book boring (namely that fat girl from the forum), you are a complete nincompoop. I bet you don't even understand what the author is trying to say. Oh ya, I bet you 'claim' that the book is boring because it challenges your faith.
You who wear your heart proudly on your sleeve. It's really irritating. If you really revere God, you would revere him in your heart and not run around claiming that you love God and irritating people who aren't Christians. It's people like you who make other non-Christians dislike Christians.
(note: I said Christians, meaning the people who follow that religion. Not the religion itself. So don't come shouting at for ruining "the good name of Christianity". And don't come preaching to me about how "good" and "true" it is, I know far too much about the religion to believe in it.)
Anyway, does anyone know how to play Guy Sebastian's 'Angels Brought Me Here' on guitar? I need to learn it in time for Leeling jiejie's wedding, so I can play for her on stage.
Yes, I know there'll be thousands of people and I'd probably just shame myself, but somehow I feel that I simply MUST gather up my courage and do it. So what if I make a blunder? It's not as if I'm doing something shameful.
Hm.. there's this lovely creature down beside my computer table.
And she's been there accompanying me all throughout my cursings and ramblings (I'm in a bad mood, remember?), not to mention hearing me repeatedly sing "Angels Brought Me Here", trying to reach the high and low notes.
Have planned a schedule for studying, seeing as there's only three months left to my exams. I won't be going out of the house often anymore, except if someone offers to pay my clubbing entrance fees on a Friday night *grins*.
Just look at this now..
The domestic helper who comes in the morning everyday is going to have a fit when she sees this. Aren't we evil?
Jazzyme; 信 12:21 AM.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Watched ET on tv for the first time today.
Point deduced: Steven SPIELBERG is truly a great director. I mean, who else could've directed a movie in 1982 that could rival modern day movies? And the kid has really high pitched voice. And Drew Barrymore looks exactly the same, except bigger (and perhaps chubbier).
On first impression, ET seems like a midget with a squashed appearence who contracted skin disease. He looks ugly, and that was me being nice. But as the show progresses on, ET started tugging at our heart strings to the point where he had actually became cute, running after Yoda grunting "home, home" in delighted gasps.
I can understand why the scene where ET, the boy and the bike flew across the sky became some sort of a trademark. I mean, he's the bloody mascot of some filming company!
BUT, has anyone ever wondered why ET's spaceship came to Earth? They didn't come just to drop ET off, did they?
Scene 1, inside the spaceship:
ET's dad: ET! Sit down and eat your gobbledegook like a highly intelligent being!
ET runs around stark mad, arms flailing and making spurty noises.
ET's dad: ET! You better stop it or else!
ET's mom: Listen to what your dad says, little meteorite. The force is, after all, with him.
ET hides behind his mom's skirt and makes farting noises.
ET's mom: Why you little @#%$, come here! *takes out whip*
ET grabs hold of the whip and swings his mother around on the other end.
ET's mom: Stop it.. little creature from the moon.. wait till I catch hold of you...
ET's dad: *suddenly spotting Earth* hey little meteorite, we're going to the Earth to have some fun! Doesn't that sound exciting?
ET stops waving around the whip and nods enthusiastically.
Spaceship lands on Earth and ET alights.
ET's parents: Haha! Goodbye you horrid little midget! *closes gate* We're off to produce more civialised highly intelligent beings!
Scene ends with ET's parents having a romantic time inside while spaceship flies off.
Well, that wasn't too bad for a totally fabricated story, wasn't it? There isn't any proof, therefore concluding that the scene above was totally bullshit. But wait, I have the true story here with me, completed with evidence!
ET touching an image of a flower on his own planet. He yearns to come to Earth as he heard from a friend of his (who stole television soap operas off the satellites) that a very pretty species of homo sapiens love flowers and that by giving it to them, you get a power energizer.
In his own planet, they do not eat food. They rely on power energizing which comes in the form of a kiss, usually between parents and kids. Being an ugly midget with a squashed face, his parents don't kiss him much. His bull-shitty friend had told him that "power energizing" from a girl works hundredfold.
ET mulled over it day and night. Finally, he persuaded his friend to come with him to Earth. Upon descent, his friend's megacell rang. It was his mother, asking him to buy groceries. ET's friend left ET on Earth to go about his quest while he went off to buy gobbledegook groceries for his mother.
ET went around searching for flowers. He searched high and low. He searched here and there. Finally, he found a bunch.
It wasn't easy getting that bunch of flowers, he had to murder that shadow at the back with his extra long finger by sticking it where the sun don't shine.
Now, for the girl. He wandered left and right, here and there and finally, he found a specimen. She was shorter and smaller that he expected, but she was a girl...
ET: "Kiss me, my lady, and I will make you fly."
She comtemplates. "Really? But you're so ugly I might throw up on you. Give me the flowers first."
ET: "No kiss no talk."
SHE: "Okay.. here goes.."
SHE: "Urgh! Now hand over that pot of flowers and make me fly!"
ET remembered his friend's departing words.. "Bring me back a pot. I want some er.. energizing too!" He wondered why his friend said it with glee and a glint in his eye.
Suddenly, there was a mechanic whirring sound. His friend came back! With one last gleeful look at the girl who was stretching out her hand for the flowers, he bounded off towards to spaceship with the pot in hand. As it lifted off, he wrote something on a piece of paper and threw it down at the girl.
She picked it up and scanned through the scrawls. She looked up, gave the shrinking spaceship the middle finger, threw the paper on the floor and stomped off in a huff.
*camera focuses in on that piece of paper on the ground*
"Don't trust a midget who promises to make you fly. Especially one who looks like that bonzo driving the spaceship."
Wow. I'm actually amazed at the kind of crap I can come up with at 4 in the morning. *yawns* Good night all. I'm off to cook up more plots of destroying a movie.
Point deduced: Steven SPIELBERG is truly a great director. I mean, who else could've directed a movie in 1982 that could rival modern day movies? And the kid has really high pitched voice. And Drew Barrymore looks exactly the same, except bigger (and perhaps chubbier).
On first impression, ET seems like a midget with a squashed appearence who contracted skin disease. He looks ugly, and that was me being nice. But as the show progresses on, ET started tugging at our heart strings to the point where he had actually became cute, running after Yoda grunting "home, home" in delighted gasps.
I can understand why the scene where ET, the boy and the bike flew across the sky became some sort of a trademark. I mean, he's the bloody mascot of some filming company!
BUT, has anyone ever wondered why ET's spaceship came to Earth? They didn't come just to drop ET off, did they?
Scene 1, inside the spaceship:
ET's dad: ET! Sit down and eat your gobbledegook like a highly intelligent being!
ET runs around stark mad, arms flailing and making spurty noises.
ET's dad: ET! You better stop it or else!
ET's mom: Listen to what your dad says, little meteorite. The force is, after all, with him.
ET hides behind his mom's skirt and makes farting noises.
ET's mom: Why you little @#%$, come here! *takes out whip*
ET grabs hold of the whip and swings his mother around on the other end.
ET's mom: Stop it.. little creature from the moon.. wait till I catch hold of you...
ET's dad: *suddenly spotting Earth* hey little meteorite, we're going to the Earth to have some fun! Doesn't that sound exciting?
ET stops waving around the whip and nods enthusiastically.
Spaceship lands on Earth and ET alights.
ET's parents: Haha! Goodbye you horrid little midget! *closes gate* We're off to produce more civialised highly intelligent beings!
Scene ends with ET's parents having a romantic time inside while spaceship flies off.
Well, that wasn't too bad for a totally fabricated story, wasn't it? There isn't any proof, therefore concluding that the scene above was totally bullshit. But wait, I have the true story here with me, completed with evidence!
ET touching an image of a flower on his own planet. He yearns to come to Earth as he heard from a friend of his (who stole television soap operas off the satellites) that a very pretty species of homo sapiens love flowers and that by giving it to them, you get a power energizer.
In his own planet, they do not eat food. They rely on power energizing which comes in the form of a kiss, usually between parents and kids. Being an ugly midget with a squashed face, his parents don't kiss him much. His bull-shitty friend had told him that "power energizing" from a girl works hundredfold.
ET mulled over it day and night. Finally, he persuaded his friend to come with him to Earth. Upon descent, his friend's megacell rang. It was his mother, asking him to buy groceries. ET's friend left ET on Earth to go about his quest while he went off to buy gobbledegook groceries for his mother.
ET went around searching for flowers. He searched high and low. He searched here and there. Finally, he found a bunch.
It wasn't easy getting that bunch of flowers, he had to murder that shadow at the back with his extra long finger by sticking it where the sun don't shine.
Now, for the girl. He wandered left and right, here and there and finally, he found a specimen. She was shorter and smaller that he expected, but she was a girl...
ET: "Kiss me, my lady, and I will make you fly."
She comtemplates. "Really? But you're so ugly I might throw up on you. Give me the flowers first."
ET: "No kiss no talk."
SHE: "Okay.. here goes.."
SHE: "Urgh! Now hand over that pot of flowers and make me fly!"
ET remembered his friend's departing words.. "Bring me back a pot. I want some er.. energizing too!" He wondered why his friend said it with glee and a glint in his eye.
Suddenly, there was a mechanic whirring sound. His friend came back! With one last gleeful look at the girl who was stretching out her hand for the flowers, he bounded off towards to spaceship with the pot in hand. As it lifted off, he wrote something on a piece of paper and threw it down at the girl.
She picked it up and scanned through the scrawls. She looked up, gave the shrinking spaceship the middle finger, threw the paper on the floor and stomped off in a huff.
*camera focuses in on that piece of paper on the ground*
"Don't trust a midget who promises to make you fly. Especially one who looks like that bonzo driving the spaceship."
Wow. I'm actually amazed at the kind of crap I can come up with at 4 in the morning. *yawns* Good night all. I'm off to cook up more plots of destroying a movie.
Jazzyme; 信 4:03 AM.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Raining.
Little drops of crystals, finding their way into the earth, giving new life everywhere.
Haven't been in as regularly as I'd wish to, but hey! I've been busy!
Ok, I've just been lazy.
Let's start from the day before yesterday. Now what happened then?
Ah yes. My new baby! This is my new baby.
I know there is more pictures than neccessary, but I couldn't help showing off. Isn't he beautiful? It's a HE, by the way. Don't ask why.
Tianbao drove me all the way to Sim Lim area to get this. The entire trip, starting from the point when I met him, consisted of nothing but drool. I drooled when I first saw his bike, was drooling all the way on his bike, drooled somemore at the bike shop, and drooled all the way back on his bike.
Ta-daa! The one-eyed cyclop.
*drools* No wonder I felt so thirsty.
Rolled around for awhile at home and then went out to meet Kegen. Kegen is such a sweetie! Sat around and chatted, having Shihlin chicken and starbucks coffee.. *drools somemore* and then went over to Phuture. Was hoping to meet Ben, but he was at club Momo. But never mind, I got to see Clinton busy working behind the bar!
Met a few new friends there at Phuture. This malay girl and her husband. Upon introduction, she immediately asked me to help her keep a lookout if her husband has any other girlfriends.
Wierd.
There were a few more, but I couldn't catch their names (or remember them either). I think one of them, his name was... buns. Eeww.
Shifted to Velvet underground soon after, enjoyed the air-con and the ambience there. The music was great! I think I'm in love with that place.
We had to go off early as Kegen had something else on. Aaww.
Woke up the next afternoon (yesterday, that is) and was whipped out to lunch by Y. He had yesterday all planned so it was lunch and movie at Suntec, and finger food for dinner by the Esplanade.
It was our month-iversary.
I know this may sound stupid to you, because it was to me. I used to think that if a couple celebrated month-iversaries, then anniversaries wouldn't be that special anymore.
Not anymore. Anything could happen within a year. What if you never got to celebrate an anniversary with the person most special to you? So many missed opportunities to make a day special and spice up the relationship.
Plus, it does makes an excuse to have yet another special together.
Back to the topic, we'd only just started on the finger foods when suddenly, there were bright flashes across the sky. Fireworks! NDP preview fireworks!
Fireworks on our month-iversary!
It was such a special day. Pity I didn't have my camera with me.
Anyways, now that I've finished with my sweet, sweet post, I'll leave you with something disturbing to ruin your day.
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I think only some females wouldn't find this disturbing. Heck, even I found this disturbing.
Little drops of crystals, finding their way into the earth, giving new life everywhere.
Haven't been in as regularly as I'd wish to, but hey! I've been busy!
Ok, I've just been lazy.
Let's start from the day before yesterday. Now what happened then?
Ah yes. My new baby! This is my new baby.
I know there is more pictures than neccessary, but I couldn't help showing off. Isn't he beautiful? It's a HE, by the way. Don't ask why.
Tianbao drove me all the way to Sim Lim area to get this. The entire trip, starting from the point when I met him, consisted of nothing but drool. I drooled when I first saw his bike, was drooling all the way on his bike, drooled somemore at the bike shop, and drooled all the way back on his bike.
Ta-daa! The one-eyed cyclop.
*drools* No wonder I felt so thirsty.
Rolled around for awhile at home and then went out to meet Kegen. Kegen is such a sweetie! Sat around and chatted, having Shihlin chicken and starbucks coffee.. *drools somemore* and then went over to Phuture. Was hoping to meet Ben, but he was at club Momo. But never mind, I got to see Clinton busy working behind the bar!
Met a few new friends there at Phuture. This malay girl and her husband. Upon introduction, she immediately asked me to help her keep a lookout if her husband has any other girlfriends.
Wierd.
There were a few more, but I couldn't catch their names (or remember them either). I think one of them, his name was... buns. Eeww.
Shifted to Velvet underground soon after, enjoyed the air-con and the ambience there. The music was great! I think I'm in love with that place.
We had to go off early as Kegen had something else on. Aaww.
Woke up the next afternoon (yesterday, that is) and was whipped out to lunch by Y. He had yesterday all planned so it was lunch and movie at Suntec, and finger food for dinner by the Esplanade.
It was our month-iversary.
I know this may sound stupid to you, because it was to me. I used to think that if a couple celebrated month-iversaries, then anniversaries wouldn't be that special anymore.
Not anymore. Anything could happen within a year. What if you never got to celebrate an anniversary with the person most special to you? So many missed opportunities to make a day special and spice up the relationship.
Plus, it does makes an excuse to have yet another special together.
Back to the topic, we'd only just started on the finger foods when suddenly, there were bright flashes across the sky. Fireworks! NDP preview fireworks!
Fireworks on our month-iversary!
It was such a special day. Pity I didn't have my camera with me.
Anyways, now that I've finished with my sweet, sweet post, I'll leave you with something disturbing to ruin your day.
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I think only some females wouldn't find this disturbing. Heck, even I found this disturbing.
Jazzyme; 信 12:46 PM.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Gosh! No pictures for today.
I came in here without inspiration or any idea of what to write. Hopefully it gets less boring.
My muscles are aching so much today! Went jogging at the lower Seletar reservoir yesterday with Y. I've always been there at night, so the view (to me) was very different yesterday. I could clearly see the trees, the greenery, the water, it was so very picturesque!
After jogging, we went for basketball. Bloody idiots from the forum in wholivesnearyou.com didn't show up as planned. We shot a few hoops, shifted here and there, and then went jogging again.
I've haven't sweated so much in MONTHS. Now my legs are aching and I'm walking like a duck.
Hmz..
I came in here without inspiration or any idea of what to write. Hopefully it gets less boring.
My muscles are aching so much today! Went jogging at the lower Seletar reservoir yesterday with Y. I've always been there at night, so the view (to me) was very different yesterday. I could clearly see the trees, the greenery, the water, it was so very picturesque!
After jogging, we went for basketball. Bloody idiots from the forum in wholivesnearyou.com didn't show up as planned. We shot a few hoops, shifted here and there, and then went jogging again.
I've haven't sweated so much in MONTHS. Now my legs are aching and I'm walking like a duck.
Hmz..
Jazzyme; 信 12:41 AM.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Yay~! Pictures of yesterday's gathering at Bishan Stadium is up!
Uncle Ronald's three golden retrievers posing as pigs.
My Tracy with Uncle Ronald's Britney.
Fifi
Cash!
Twinkle with Mika.
Maggie giving out doggie treats to the three greediest pigs there.
Which is which?
Cash, Professor and Twinkle.
Fifi and Tracy sitting prim and proper.
James and Angel with Cash and Professor.
Feathers and boyfriend with Nico and Gerger.
Party!
Who's this?
Let's go check it out. Eh, who's the other one?
Hmph, you have a clone, so do I!
A little bit of a havoc on the inside of the bar counter.
Aren't they beautiful?
Cash was so scared of the "yellow thingie"
Lazy Pappy getting a belly rub from Angel.
Uncle Ronald forcing Fifi onto Pappy.
Sweet baby Fifi.
The overall gathering
Anxious DD, D and James after spotting a ticketing officer.
And yes! We have another overgrown kid today!
Pappy is so beautiful! Love his eyes especially. They're so special!
We went to the Guiness star thingie show yesterday! Had banquet style dinner, saw Zhou Chuan Xiong, Ah Du and Alex To's performance from far, FAR away.
Ah Du's performance was great! If only he didn't wear that shiny gayish dress thingie. I think he has a new fan in me.
At the entrance, we had to leave our cameras with the counter because we weren't supposed to bring any in. I obliged.
After the event in which a dinner turned into a concert, we went happily to Changi to catch a bus back to Yishun. Just minutes after stepping out of the train station, mummy called.
"Mei, don't forget the digicam hor."
*Stun*
I almost had a heart attack searching for a cab to go back to the Expo. Y was smiling away *bish* when I was almost hyperventilating.
I've lost my phone here before, and I am not going to lose a camera here.
When we reached, the lights were all on and the staff were all clearing up. When they saw that I was rushing back for something, they immediately produced my camera. I was the last to collect my camera! Embarassing!
Glad to get my camera back.
When I woke up this morning, this tattoo mysteriously appeared on my left wrist.
Hmm.. I wonder where it came from..
Question of the day: How come Martha Stewart is in jail? Who is she anyway?
Can't seem to find any info from the net. Hmm.
Uncle Ronald's three golden retrievers posing as pigs.
My Tracy with Uncle Ronald's Britney.
Fifi
Cash!
Twinkle with Mika.
Maggie giving out doggie treats to the three greediest pigs there.
Which is which?
Cash, Professor and Twinkle.
Fifi and Tracy sitting prim and proper.
James and Angel with Cash and Professor.
Feathers and boyfriend with Nico and Gerger.
Party!
Who's this?
Let's go check it out. Eh, who's the other one?
Hmph, you have a clone, so do I!
A little bit of a havoc on the inside of the bar counter.
Aren't they beautiful?
Cash was so scared of the "yellow thingie"
Lazy Pappy getting a belly rub from Angel.
Uncle Ronald forcing Fifi onto Pappy.
Sweet baby Fifi.
The overall gathering
Anxious DD, D and James after spotting a ticketing officer.
And yes! We have another overgrown kid today!
Pappy is so beautiful! Love his eyes especially. They're so special!
We went to the Guiness star thingie show yesterday! Had banquet style dinner, saw Zhou Chuan Xiong, Ah Du and Alex To's performance from far, FAR away.
Ah Du's performance was great! If only he didn't wear that shiny gayish dress thingie. I think he has a new fan in me.
At the entrance, we had to leave our cameras with the counter because we weren't supposed to bring any in. I obliged.
After the event in which a dinner turned into a concert, we went happily to Changi to catch a bus back to Yishun. Just minutes after stepping out of the train station, mummy called.
"Mei, don't forget the digicam hor."
*Stun*
I almost had a heart attack searching for a cab to go back to the Expo. Y was smiling away *bish* when I was almost hyperventilating.
I've lost my phone here before, and I am not going to lose a camera here.
When we reached, the lights were all on and the staff were all clearing up. When they saw that I was rushing back for something, they immediately produced my camera. I was the last to collect my camera! Embarassing!
Glad to get my camera back.
When I woke up this morning, this tattoo mysteriously appeared on my left wrist.
Hmm.. I wonder where it came from..
Question of the day: How come Martha Stewart is in jail? Who is she anyway?
Can't seem to find any info from the net. Hmm.
Jazzyme; 信 4:23 PM.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Look what I found (yet again)!
MUAHAHAHA~! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!
*gone mad again*
Cash loves me! He/she keeps on flying off his/her perch to come and find me. Aaww! Haven't yet sent his/her feathers for DNA sexing, so I don't know if he/she is a male or a female.
Didn't smoke a single stick today. An accomplishment?
Everyday seems too normal now. Don't really feel like going in to MOP that much anymore. It's just as I left it: a mad dog running around, who claims that people call him names but is actually calling a lot of people names, and shit stirrers everywhere. He's just too easy a target for shit stirrers. Too much war has driven a lot of people out, me being on the edge.
There's an outing tomorrow, however. It's at ****** Stadium, within a cafe. Hopefully, neither D nor this other plump irritating girl will be going.
Location undisclosed to prevent stalkers.
I will be bringing Tracy, Mika, Cash and Y.
There's this emptiness inside again. What am I to fill it up with?
MUAHAHAHA~! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!
*gone mad again*
Cash loves me! He/she keeps on flying off his/her perch to come and find me. Aaww! Haven't yet sent his/her feathers for DNA sexing, so I don't know if he/she is a male or a female.
Didn't smoke a single stick today. An accomplishment?
Everyday seems too normal now. Don't really feel like going in to MOP that much anymore. It's just as I left it: a mad dog running around, who claims that people call him names but is actually calling a lot of people names, and shit stirrers everywhere. He's just too easy a target for shit stirrers. Too much war has driven a lot of people out, me being on the edge.
There's an outing tomorrow, however. It's at ****** Stadium, within a cafe. Hopefully, neither D nor this other plump irritating girl will be going.
Location undisclosed to prevent stalkers.
I will be bringing Tracy, Mika, Cash and Y.
There's this emptiness inside again. What am I to fill it up with?
Jazzyme; 信 9:01 PM.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Clubbing at Mdm Wong's on Friday. Shawn invited us there for Leeling jiejie's birthday. And no, we did not see Shawn hugging some girl and dancing away.
Woke up early today (Saturday, not Sunday). We're going to the Zoo! *excited*
I have been wanting to go to the zoo for so long! It's been months since I was last there. It's really changed a lot since I was last there.
Yes, I got over-excited and practically skipped along as we went from one enclosure to another. And no, I did NOT say "so cute!" for a few thousand times.
Pictures!
Warthogs (as in The Lion King's Pumba)
Kangaroos
Babboons!
And here's a sweet little thing beside his ( I checked. Confirm male) mother. So mischievous! Kept on wanting to run away to explore but his mother used his tail as a leash to keep him by her side. So sweet!
Mongoose (cute, aren't they?)
A pair of awe inspiring things that left me gaping:
This cute little thing was just a little bigger than my palm!
Erm.. actually I don't know what this is..
Penguins!
They call this a monitor lizard. Does this look like a monitor lizard to you?
A komodo dragon posing nicely for the camera
Something that made me squeal in excitement (again)
mmMMmm.. I like!
The newest attractions..
Not many people get to take this shot:
So sweet!
MUA! hiak
I look so zhuai I feel like punching myself.
Woke up early today (Saturday, not Sunday). We're going to the Zoo! *excited*
I have been wanting to go to the zoo for so long! It's been months since I was last there. It's really changed a lot since I was last there.
Yes, I got over-excited and practically skipped along as we went from one enclosure to another. And no, I did NOT say "so cute!" for a few thousand times.
Pictures!
Warthogs (as in The Lion King's Pumba)
Kangaroos
Babboons!
And here's a sweet little thing beside his ( I checked. Confirm male) mother. So mischievous! Kept on wanting to run away to explore but his mother used his tail as a leash to keep him by her side. So sweet!
Mongoose (cute, aren't they?)
A pair of awe inspiring things that left me gaping:
This cute little thing was just a little bigger than my palm!
Erm.. actually I don't know what this is..
Penguins!
They call this a monitor lizard. Does this look like a monitor lizard to you?
A komodo dragon posing nicely for the camera
Something that made me squeal in excitement (again)
mmMMmm.. I like!
The newest attractions..
Not many people get to take this shot:
So sweet!
MUA! hiak
I look so zhuai I feel like punching myself.
Jazzyme; 信 3:46 AM.
Friday, July 08, 2005
I don't really know what to post today.
Seriously, I'm developing a very serious blogger's block. A lot of people don't notice, but blogging consistantly isn't easy. I've seen many people give up blogging within a few months, just because they're too lazy/no time to blog/don't know what to blog about.
And I am not going into the "today I did what and what and went where and where with so and so... " way of blogging, because its really boring, I might as well not blog.
Finally cleaned out the last of Mazda's, Mika's and Cash's cages, next comes the fish tank.
Did some stitchwork today that I was supposed to complete tomorrow in time for Leeling jiejie's birthday, but it was so back-breaking that I decided to get something else for her. I'll finish that stitchwork on my own time.
Don't really know why, but I am so into jazz nowadays. No, not ME, the music genre jazz you nincompoop. Had the pink champange CD in my stereo while I was stitching away.
Hm.. block.. block.. block..
Ah yes, in any case of a serious blogger's block, I will write articles about a few specific friends of mine. Doesn't matter if you're close to me or not, if you're a friend of mine, watch out!
Hiak.
PS: For those of you who come here for the kick of thinking this blog is X-rated, you'll be disappointed. I am not so desperate for people to visit as to resort to turning it into an X-rated blog.
So there!
Seriously, I'm developing a very serious blogger's block. A lot of people don't notice, but blogging consistantly isn't easy. I've seen many people give up blogging within a few months, just because they're too lazy/no time to blog/don't know what to blog about.
And I am not going into the "today I did what and what and went where and where with so and so... " way of blogging, because its really boring, I might as well not blog.
Finally cleaned out the last of Mazda's, Mika's and Cash's cages, next comes the fish tank.
Did some stitchwork today that I was supposed to complete tomorrow in time for Leeling jiejie's birthday, but it was so back-breaking that I decided to get something else for her. I'll finish that stitchwork on my own time.
Don't really know why, but I am so into jazz nowadays. No, not ME, the music genre jazz you nincompoop. Had the pink champange CD in my stereo while I was stitching away.
Hm.. block.. block.. block..
Ah yes, in any case of a serious blogger's block, I will write articles about a few specific friends of mine. Doesn't matter if you're close to me or not, if you're a friend of mine, watch out!
Hiak.
PS: For those of you who come here for the kick of thinking this blog is X-rated, you'll be disappointed. I am not so desperate for people to visit as to resort to turning it into an X-rated blog.
So there!
Jazzyme; 信 1:18 AM.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Just read something online that almost made me cry.. Here it goes (note: words and language not mine. This came straight from the source):
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls attention. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something to tell you, I said.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.
She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead. You got no fever, she said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed by the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greetings on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
Aaww~!
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls attention. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something to tell you, I said.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.
She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead. You got no fever, she said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed by the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greetings on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
Aaww~!
Jazzyme; 信 2:49 PM.
Why is it that I love to use words that I know no meaning of? What is love anyway? I care for him, I want him to be happy, I am happy just being with him, but that is counted as 'like'. In which case, doesn't love mean the same thing?
I've been searching for the meaning of love for a long time. Those of you who were in my friendster list for a long time would remember me posting a bulletin asking for the meaning of love.
It goes something like this:
Teach me how to love again, please? Seriously, I've forgotten what true love is, a kind of love you share with someone where there is no mask to hide behind, no insecurities. How does it feel to have something that special?
I know some people may tell me that love is when you see that person, your heart beats faster and all that. But isn't that just infatuation? How do you know for sure if you are in love or just plainly infatuated with someone? There IS a fine line between love and infatuation.
How do you differentiate between these two?
If love is based on trust, then what if you can't trust anyone anymore, no matter how hard you try? What if you were hurt, again and again that you can't trust anyone but yourself? Do you get to fall in love or will it be just another infatuation?
What is love anyway?
Tell me. I want to know. I want to learn how to love again.
Will you please teach me how?
Will you?
I've been searching for the meaning of love for a long time. Those of you who were in my friendster list for a long time would remember me posting a bulletin asking for the meaning of love.
It goes something like this:
Teach me how to love again, please? Seriously, I've forgotten what true love is, a kind of love you share with someone where there is no mask to hide behind, no insecurities. How does it feel to have something that special?
I know some people may tell me that love is when you see that person, your heart beats faster and all that. But isn't that just infatuation? How do you know for sure if you are in love or just plainly infatuated with someone? There IS a fine line between love and infatuation.
How do you differentiate between these two?
If love is based on trust, then what if you can't trust anyone anymore, no matter how hard you try? What if you were hurt, again and again that you can't trust anyone but yourself? Do you get to fall in love or will it be just another infatuation?
What is love anyway?
Tell me. I want to know. I want to learn how to love again.
Will you please teach me how?
Will you?
Jazzyme; 信 1:34 AM.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Whew!
What a whirlwind these few days!
Well, my third day as a GRO was the best! It was on Friday, which meant lots of people and drinks. Yaorong was there as well. I caught his eyes shooting daggers at customers who were talking too intimately with me.
He didn't like what he saw. Needless to say, I quit the job. So there.
Before that, I was actually working/helping out FREE as a race queen for the dreamcars event at Expo.
Pictures!
Do I look wired or what?
Me and gingerhusky, a fellow member of MOP. It was her skirt I was wearing, by the way.
Me and the elusive DareDevil, also a fellow member from MOP.
I look so fat beside gingerhusky!
The souped-up DC-5 Integra that I was working with.
The race queens specially flown from Japan.
She looks like a doll! So cute.
My turn! hiak
Photo taken with Ivan, my previous HR manager and owner of the Integra.
Well, after I went through with the judging and finished everything, I went outside with Ivan and a few of his friends to collect my stuff from Ivan's company van.
Right smack beside his van was this striking thing they called a Ferrari.
I was going goo goo ga ga over that car when one of his friends asked if I would like to sit in it. I thought he was only teasing so I immedietly replied him "Of course la! Such a nice car!"
He gave me such a shock by really opening the car door and turning the ignition on. I was so shocked that I couldn't believe it!
Please. Have a drool. Be envious, jealous even, of me.
And to prove the authenticity of the car, we took a picture of this as well.
Gawd it is such a beautiful thing!
What a whirlwind these few days!
Well, my third day as a GRO was the best! It was on Friday, which meant lots of people and drinks. Yaorong was there as well. I caught his eyes shooting daggers at customers who were talking too intimately with me.
He didn't like what he saw. Needless to say, I quit the job. So there.
Before that, I was actually working/helping out FREE as a race queen for the dreamcars event at Expo.
Pictures!
Do I look wired or what?
Me and gingerhusky, a fellow member of MOP. It was her skirt I was wearing, by the way.
Me and the elusive DareDevil, also a fellow member from MOP.
I look so fat beside gingerhusky!
The souped-up DC-5 Integra that I was working with.
The race queens specially flown from Japan.
She looks like a doll! So cute.
My turn! hiak
Photo taken with Ivan, my previous HR manager and owner of the Integra.
Well, after I went through with the judging and finished everything, I went outside with Ivan and a few of his friends to collect my stuff from Ivan's company van.
Right smack beside his van was this striking thing they called a Ferrari.
I was going goo goo ga ga over that car when one of his friends asked if I would like to sit in it. I thought he was only teasing so I immedietly replied him "Of course la! Such a nice car!"
He gave me such a shock by really opening the car door and turning the ignition on. I was so shocked that I couldn't believe it!
Please. Have a drool. Be envious, jealous even, of me.
And to prove the authenticity of the car, we took a picture of this as well.
Gawd it is such a beautiful thing!
Jazzyme; 信 1:44 AM.
