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WOOOO!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
This week has been fucking tiring :( i just had a mid term exam this afternoon, and i had another on thursday. And then next week, i have a management science paper on tuesday, followed by my international econs presentation on thurs. i really really cannot wait for the term break, although i know i have to devote some time to writing an essay and studying for another mid term after the break. Isn't it just fun reading about school work??
Anyway this week has been downright lousy. Although soccer training on tuesday was fun and the girls were really crazy. Good crazy :) But... thats about it. The rest has been so-so, mostly studying and time spent at school and abit of time on the pitch. I just wanna head down to the beachhh... where is sam when you need him?!?! Anw there the stupid guess guess guess show, with host Jacky Wu now on... Its damn lame. They get skinny girls with insanely huge breasts like Es and F cups to go and take part in a competition, see which one of them do college boys like most. Damn cheesy... Like they'll ask the girl (hiding behind a curtain),
"whats your cup size??"
"32E.."
Then the boys will go
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Okay raise the curtain!" (curtain half-raises and shows just the girl's calves)
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
(curtain raises to boobs)
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
(curtain fully raises)
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Boys do you like what you see?"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Damn gross la. All damn horny and gross.
rockin' at 12:45 AM
Meorrr
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Do you remember Rocky?
I do!
  
We still have Pumba though...
 
FAT.
rockin' at 11:27 PM
Please dont forget
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Listening to You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol
Just the other day i watched this episode of Oprah... It was a half dejunk-and-declutter-your-home theme, and the other half was about... well basically, grief. You wonder, what do these two subjects have in common? But think a little harder and the answer comes easily.
This particular family was featured. Their 8 year old son died of cancer and they couldnt bear to throw or remove any of his things, and they left his bedroom as it was. For five and a half years. They went to Oprah to get help because they wanted his room to be useful, perhaps a study room, yet they didnt want it to seem like he wasnt a part of their family anymore. So, Oprah got Nate to help out with design. Nate, for those Oprah fans, know that he's an excellent designer. He was very interested to help this particular family out, because he felt that he could somehow relate to their loss, and there would be the understanding that he knew exactly what they needed.
Nate lost his partner during the tsunami floods of 2004. He was telling Oprah about how he kept a particular voice message from his partner, and that he would listen to it now and again. He went on to say that on a particular new years eve, while everyone around was pairing up and celebrating, he was feeling sad and missing his partner. He turned on his phone, and dialed the number to hear the message. But there was no message. By some fault in the system, or perhaps it had been in there too long, the message was deleted. His initial reaction was shock. You stand there, expecting to hear the familiar, comforting voice you crave... but all you receive is silence. Then, he told himself that he had a choice from that point in time. To grieve over the loss of the message, or to accept the fact that the one he loved was gone. That the voice message did not mean that he was still around. It did not mean that he was waiting downstairs for him, or that he'd see him in an hour. The voice message was not him, the words did not mean anything in the present because he was gone.
He told the family, "you have to understand that people are not things."
i cannot imagine. i really cannot imagine at all what Nate went through. And its so easy to see why people would want to hold on to the things that belonged to the person they still love. You are afraid that you will forget. Their face in your memory becomes slightly blurred. The contours, the slight dips and rises you once memorized with your fingers, slowly even out. The imperfections on the skin that you once counted begin to shift or disappear altogether. You already know that you can no longer feel them, that you can no longer hear their voice, or breathe in their smell. The smell that you know can never be recreated, that you were once so familiar with, yet now cannot adequately describe or recall. Every little thing that belonged to them becomes sacred, it ties to memories and reminds you of their little quirks. You are afraid that you will forget.
And the fear is very real, because we will forget.
rockin' at 4:03 PM
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