Hello & welcome (:
Goodbye if it's not fun.

finally i checked half of my mail box. i have like 150 and above of emails from my very-free-from-work aunty. hahahaha! she sent me alot of interesting and also meaningful emails la. so im going to share a few very interesting emails i've got.

right below, its a fashion show in which the clothings are made of CONDOMS. yes, no mistake, i said CONDOMS. and it's isnt any ugly, fugly, anyhow type of designs. it's real clothing design made up of condoms of all shapes and sizes, used to make dresses, hats and even lollipops. The show was held at the Fourth China Reproductive Health New Technologies and Products Expo and organized by China's largest condom manufacturer, Guilin Latex Factory, to promote the use of condoms in the fight against HIV/AIDS. It also marked World Population Day, organized annually by the U.N. Population Fund.

i like the colour and pattern of the above dress
and i would loooove to have such a wedding dress. haha!

i love the design of the dress below.

there're more pics acutally but you know, i don't have all the time in the world. haha!

next i wannat share this story.

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato
garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son,
Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to
his son and described his predicament.

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love Vinnie

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love Vinnie

what's the morale of the story? well, that's up to you to think (:

next is A VERY EYE OPENING THINGY IN SINGAPORE!

this is one of our SBS bus transport. BUS 151




have you took this bus before? coool man!

right below is a very funny office joke that i would like to share!

One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.

"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."

"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman

"Sorry, we have rules..."

And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.

The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends
fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.

She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.

"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said.

So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.

"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,"

The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."

So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.

When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.

The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.

"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

The Devil looked at her smiled and said.......

"Yesterday we were doing the recruitment, today you're an Employee."


funny? well, i think it is.

another joke but not office joke. it's rather racist. sorry my indian friends! no offence here!

Muthu from India
Interviewer: what is your birth date?
Muthu: 13th October
Interviewer: Which year?
Muthu: EVERY YEAR

Manager asked Muthu at an interview, "Can you spell a word that has more than 100 letters in it?"
Muthu replied: P-O-S-T-B-O-X.

After returning back from a foreign trip,
Muthu asked his wife, "Do I look like a foreigner?"
Wife: No! Why?
Muthu: In London a lady asked me - Are you a foreigner?

One tourist from U.S.A. asked Muthu: Any great man born in this village???
Muthu: no sir, only small Babies!!!

Lecturer: write a note on Gandhi Jayanthi
Muthu writes, "Gandi was a great man, but I don't know who is Jayanthi.

Muthu was doing experiment with cockroach,
first he cut it's one leg and told WALK. WALK.
Cockroach walked. Then he cut it's second leg and told the same. Cockroach walked.
Then cut the third leg and did the same. At last he cut it's fourth leg and ordered it walk!
But cockroach didn't walk. Suddenly Muthu said loudly,
"I found it. If we cut cockroach's four legs, it becomes deaf.

On a political rally Muthu was arrested. Why???
A woman journalist walking with a badge wrote "PRESS"
and He did it..

Muthu went into a hotel.
To wash hands he went to the washbasin.
There he started washing the basin.
Seeing this, the manager asked what was he doing.
Muthu pointed towards the board " WASH BASIN "I

Interviewer: just imagine you are on the 3rd floor and it caught fire,
how will you escape?
Muthu: its simple. I will stop my imagination!!!

good night folks!
first and fore most.....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALVIN CHAN !
MAY YOU CARRY MORE BALLS!
HAHAHAHHA!

ooo well, working working and working is all i do for this vacation.
everyone's busy with their semestral exams.

MISS GIRLFRIENDS AND GROUPIE!

anyways, im very very very free at work especially on mons, tues and weds. very little customers entering. and so, i had alot of free time to think and think and think.

first, im still very sad over my semester 1 work. one of my assignments was a school base work, on the other hand, it is also sent for competition. sadly, i wasn't choosen. and now, im waiting for school to start and check out what am i graded for. i don't want another C cos i've already got 2 Cs...... :(

second, everything in the past is coming back to my mind. people asked if i regreted of what had happened, i always say no. but actually fact, i do regret. i said no it's because what happened had happened, i can't change anything.

TO GIRLS WHOSE BOYFRIENDS I HAD A THING FOR BEFORE:
i don't know what your guy had told you about what happened between us before. it could be true, it could be something he made up. BUT all in all, i just hope it wouldn't be something to cause a bad impression of me. i did no wrong in any ways, so i hope there isn't any embarrassment or coldness when we see each other. i just feel very uncomfortable when i see those stares from you. neither do i hope there's any hatred on me.

thirdly, im really really really getting very spendthrift. my bank consisted of 3 digit amount has 2 digit amount of money left. have yet to get my last month's pay though. but even so, i have to fork out $$ for my own furnitures in my new room. it's really tough cos it's a huge sum of money you know. both dad and mum are slogging hard at work too. and i feel bad.

fourth, im having a huge problem in mixing with new people in poly. it's a very very huge problem. i needa do something to get rid of that fear and shyness. anyone can help? furthermore, im appointed by my club to join this huge event in school and it consist of everyone around the school. so tell me, how am i going to "open" myself to new people man!?

lastly, (though i know you wouldn't get the chance to read this but i just wanna pen down my thoughts) if only, IF ONLY, you could be more sensitive to the people around you, everything will be great. you know what i mean? and im the sort who goes around the bush, so can you try to get the clue whenever im trying to hint you? sorry, but im not a straight forward person.
Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cos someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find

Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

If there's a soulmate for everyone

Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HOHOHOHOHO MINGJUN! =D
replies!!
MUST READ! A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky. I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away. He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. Mybrother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have goodresults? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father andsaid, "Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house inthe village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at theuniversity. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost myvoice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university. One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!"

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cementand sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?"

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " Idon't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on myhair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my armsand cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of mymother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!"

But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while hewas replacing the window."

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandag on it, "Does ithurt?" I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repair man instead for a start. One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated,and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?"

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lackin education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from thevillage. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered, "My sister."

He continued by telling a story I could not even remember. "When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could noteven hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. May this story inspire you in any way!
FIREWORKS ARE DAMN NICE THIS YEAR.

i would say it woul be wee better than last year's one.
both are still as good though.

i hope i could watch fireworks every year with you (:

my personality test's result after drawing my "house":
Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are good at making friends and when the joyful moment arrives, you make the most out of it. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. son. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. You are not a romantic person by nature. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.

last 3rd sentence and last sentence not true. haha!

wanna try? take the test here.
couldn't ask for more, can i?
HI, WELCOME TO THE NOT-UPDATING-OFTEN BLOG!
- from the lazy owner (:

i've got back my another assginment and i got C+ AGAIN. it's rather disheartening la. and my JAVA test is another screwed up thingy. i tried my best to type in what i could. hoping for the impossible now. and yes, ZILLION BILLION MILLION THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE ANSWERED TO MY DOUBTS ABOUT JAVA ! can't do it without the help from you guys. you know who you are :)


o well, i've started my holiday already and im going back to work work work. hmmmm... not as excited as before. the atmosphere at working place isn't the same as before. if you ask me in what ways, i can't answer too. it's just different.
old buddies are different too. everybody has grown up and there are a few changes here and there. there's nothing more i can say, changes, they are part and parcel of life, rite?

blah, im just missing those times la.

anyway, today went down town to catch "SECRETS" with melissa. and it'ssssssss very very very sweet! if only i had such a sweet guy =P
however, the ending of the story is a little complicated and has no logic. overall, still a good movie with rating 9 out 10. worth watching (:

i spent $$ again. bought two skinny jeans and one mr grumphy teeshirt. total cost = $97. i haven't get pay and im spending like water already. damn it...

and, i haven wished alot of people
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST ONE(:, ANGIE, JUNDA and the many others whom i've forgotten to wish!
two music that keep me grooving...






the final group work of my video assignment! it has been a hard work and im glad we've finally finish and get over with it. many sorries to my dear frens in my group for those unhappiness we had.

the audio isn't very good but hopefully it's entertaining to you folks. ENJOY :)

i have two of my other group of classmate's works (below) which i think it's very good and super hilarious. credits to boon leng (the so called "director" of these videos) CHEERS! :)




probably you guys have watched this before.


well i couldn't not admit that this little girl is hell cute. totally like her way of being "wadeva". if only life could be WADEVA!

ergghhh... im emo-ing here. haa.. feeling rather discourage and demoralized. i got C+ for my first assignment. in case you guys might not know what's this assginment about, it is a assignment which is the first start out for me in this first sem and the next few years down in poly. i should be glad that i passed at least. but this is not going to bring me far out there man. this is making me worried for my other assignments which is in the mids of marking. hell with it man... its 40% for this semester and 60% for the next sem. im so in deep shit. in this sem, im working on free expression and for skool but lecturer said it wouldn't be free expression for next sem and might be working with big clients out of skool.

worried, yes worried is the word...